"Humanity must accept its true father." Horus Lupercal, Primarch of the Luna Wolves Legion.
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As Aenar was about to rest, he looked towards the Vale of Arryn and then towards Dorne with a smile. At that moment, three gigantic explosions rose into the night sky, illuminating the continent for the first time in three years.
"It seems the three groups are very synchronized. The joint training was put to good use," Aenar whispered with a satisfied look. He felt that the Primarchs' training was going very well.
Looking at the billions of futures, Aenar showed a contemplative gaze. "My Primarchs must gather before initiating the Great Crusade."
It was completely unrealistic for him to want to conquer an entire galaxy with him as commander. He couldn't be everywhere, and such a thing would only delay the Great Crusade much longer.
So, the Primarchs were essential for him to conquer the galaxy in the shortest possible time. As for this time, since it was on a galactic scale, Aenar wanted to finish it in less than a thousand years.
Yes, a thousand years. Everything involving the universe can no longer be measured on a scale of just a few hundred. Conquering planet after planet is time-consuming, especially if these planets have advanced civilizations. Such wars could last decades or even hundreds of years.
Aenar was not in a hurry, especially with civilizations older than humanity and even more technologically advanced. Humanity needed time to mature and become a truly strong race.
"Robb's son, Margaery's son, Myrcella's son... Arianne has to give me another child; Daeron will be a Great Lord and cannot be a Primarch," Aenar murmured in a calm tone. Princes and princesses would already be powerful; how could he give more power to his descendants?
He knew that if he gave too much power to his descendants, they would likely have thoughts they shouldn't have, especially regarding the Throne. Although he wasn't afraid, chaos meant that the Chaos Gods could have another weapon against him.
Aenar planned to balance all sides to create an equilibrium where no one could be too strong, where only he was supreme. Being Emperor means balancing power within the Imperium. Even his sons and daughters were included in this plan.
Gradually closing his eyes, Aenar smiled, thinking that Daenerys and Rhaenys were pregnant. However, thinking about his son with Daenerys, Aenar's mood calmed.
"I will give you all the love and affection a father can give, but if you still become what you desire, don't blame me for being cruel, Aegon," Aenar murmured before focusing on purifying the Warp energy again. At the same time, the murmurs of the Chaos Gods returned with full force, which he completely ignored.
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Vale of Arryn, Mountains of the Moon.
Horus and Fulgrim looked at the mushroom-shaped fireball with bright eyes.
"The Emperor is powerful," Fulgrim said with a genuine tone of admiration and reverence.
"He is our god, of course he is powerful," Horus said in a calm tone, but like Fulgrim, he also admired Aenar's strength. This only strengthened his loyalty, and he knew that Aenar was the only way for humanity to escape the evil gods.
"With the destruction of the Nests, humanity in Westeros can finally breathe a sigh of relief," Fulgrim said with a gentle and warm smile. Just remembering the affection and love he received from the people made him feel like he had infinite energy.
"Yes, we will sweep all monsters from Westeros and then head to Essos; the people need to be under the grace of the God Emperor of Mankind," Horus said in a solemn tone. Remembering the continent that enslaved him, there was genuine fury in his eyes. If his captors weren't dead, he would make them know the pain of being slaves.
Fulgrim looked at Horus and instantly knew his friend's thoughts. However, everyone had a right to vengeance, and the Emperor himself, who was Omniscient, did not speak against it, so the Primarch of the Emperor's Children said nothing against his friend's desire for revenge.
"We will clear the region and then clear the continent. When we return to King's Landing, the women will throw flowers on our heads," Fulgrim placed his hand on his friend's shoulder to show support and said with a proud smile.
"Almost all the flowers died; the only ones that survived are in the greenhouses under the light of Artificial Red Suns," Horus rolled his eyes and said in a calm tone. He looked at his helpless friend and walked towards the few members of the Luna Wolves Legion.
Fulgrim shrugged and followed his friend with a smile; although there were no flowers, he was sure he would return to King's Landing under the highest honors and accolades, admired by the people and rewarded by the God Emperor himself. Just the thought of seeing that perfect being again made the Primarch's steps quicken.
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Dorne, Boneway.
Titus and Sigismund were amidst hundreds of monstrous bodies; the black blood, organs, and guts made the environment extremely unpleasant. The smell was the worst thing, but both Primarchs had calm and indifferent expressions.
Although the smell was truly bad with their super senses, they had priorities, and the smell was definitely not one of them.
"Are we going to Dorne?" Titus asked with a surprised tone.
"Yes, the Prince of Dorne is being quite problematic for the Emperor's mistress," Sigismund recalled Aenar's orders and spoke in a cold tone. All Six Regions of Westeros had pleasantly accepted the Emperor's rule; only Dorne was still resisting.
The biggest resistor was the Prince of Dorne himself, Doran Martell.
"He still refuses to hand over his armies to the Imperium." Sigismund's eyes grew cold mentioning the fact. He couldn't believe people could be so stupid.
Without the Emperor's Artificial Suns, Dorne wouldn't even exist at this moment, but Doran still refused to hand over Dorne's military power. If it weren't for the Emperor's benevolence towards the people, he would have long advised the Emperor to take back the Artificial Suns.
Titus's eyes also grew cold hearing his brother's words. "If Doran Martell is so ignorant, let him abdicate and Princess Arianne take the Sunspear Seat of Dorne."
For any other noble, it was completely impossible to make a Lord of a Great House abdicate, but the brothers were Primarchs, Demigods of Aenar's Golden Lineage; they had the right to force any abdication for the survival of humanity.
Looking at the Sardaukar and Indomitable Heart Legions, covered in blood but still in perfect discipline and order, Titus's eyes showed a quick touch of satisfaction.
"Let's finish this quickly and clear the Dorne Region. Then we will depart for Essos with our Primarch brothers," Titus said in a solemn tone.
Everyone must open their arms and accept the Emperor's graces. The Continent of Essos will know the love of the God Emperor of Mankind.
Sigismund nodded and marched towards Sunspear, the Home of House Martell.
Arianne was lying on large cushions while eating some fruits that commoners couldn't even taste during the Long Night. The Princess of Dorne was watching a play with her cousins.
"Arianne, the My Lord you locked under house arrest. When the Emperor finds out, I fear that Prince Doran..." Tyene, Arianne's great friend, showed a worried expression about her uncle's situation.
Tyene didn't need to continue for Arianne to understand the implications of her cousin's words. The Desert Princess's dark eyes narrowed, remembering the ungrateful man who hadn't visited her for three whole years!
However, she knew it wasn't his fault. Looking at the Red Sun above Sunspear, Arianne knew that it was powered by Aenar's energy. All Artificial Suns were like that. She couldn't even imagine how much power the Emperor had to achieve such a feat.
"A god..." A murmur escaped Arianne's seductive lips; there was a smile on her lips. Although there was no love in their relationship, she had something more valuable than love.
Respect and companionship, something she greatly appreciated. Especially after being practically excluded by all the Lords of Dorne, who didn't want her as Lady of Sunspear and Princess of Dorne.
The reason for this was simple: the reforms of the Three Queens were too cruel to the nobles. Not only was it forbidden to raise a private army, but the right to create and destroy laws was no longer in the hands of the nobles.
Besides a small number of troops used to defend castles, nobles could not exceed a certain number or they would receive a visit from the Imperium's cruelest organization.
The Inquisition.
Men and women dressed in clerical robes and red masks. This organization was commanded by the Red Church itself, which changed its name years ago.
The Cult of the God Emperor of Mankind.
Arianne heard stories of the Inquisition; they were fanatics among fanatics. Any disrespect to the God Emperor was an extremely serious crime. Not following the laws of the Imperium was only below the crime of disrespecting the Emperor.
Remembering the Emperor's mouth that made her feel so much pleasure, Arianne's lips curved into a smile. If these fanatics heard this, they would try to kill her for blaspheming against the Emperor...
"Don't worry, he won't die," Arianne replied casually. "At most, he'll be imprisoned in his room for life."
This punishment was still light, especially considering the miserable fate of the Noble Houses of Dorne.
"Dear father, you cannot blame me; only blame your despicable prejudice." Arianne murmured with indifference to her father's fate. Since Doran wouldn't treat her as a daughter, she wouldn't treat him as a father either.
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