"Don't make excuses for your failure, just accept defeat and try to improve. It's shameful to try to justify yourself." Aenar Targaryen before just another one of his mistakes.
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Aenar opened his eyes and showed a sarcastic smile, remembering the previous conversation. Even he didn't dare to make any agreement with the Gods of Chaos, that was pure stupidity.
Adjusting his thoughts, Aenar put aside the evil gods and began to scour all of Westeros. He could do so thanks to the red suns, which acted as cameras for him.
After half a day, Aenar knew there was no trace of the evil gods in Westeros. The evil gods would not fight him within Westeros, where the power of faith was basically monopolized.
"You want me to go to Essos, where your combat power is greater?" Aenar murmured. He tapped his finger rhythmically on the arm of the ruby throne and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"hahaha~" Aenar let out a low, amused laugh. He wasn't worried at all; he practically had the power to decide when this war would truly begin.
The evil gods didn't dare to set foot in Westeros, where they had no support from the power of faith. What remained was for them to lure Aenar to the Continent of Essos as quickly as possible.
"Are you going to blackmail me with my legions?" Aenar murmured to himself, smiling. Besides the Free City of Volantis, this was the only thing that could make him go to the Continent of Essos.
"If you think my Primarchs are just big humans in armor, you are very mistaken. They are not so easy to kill, especially my young Primarchs." Aenar predicted the evil gods' steps without using Prescience. He knew it was useless to use Prescience.
Just as before, where the gods hid the future for a determined time, this same method was being implemented at this very moment throughout the continent of Essos.
Even so, Aenar used Prescience, but stopped using it the next second. Just as he expected, the future seemed hazy, as if a sandstorm was blocking his vision of the future.
"Using the same method twice isn't very smart..." Aenar murmured with a smile. Using this method to block his Prescience only showed that the conspiracy already existed and was happening.
"However, this can help me." Aenar said with a cold smile. The evil gods could conspire against him; he could also conspire against the evil gods.
Thinking about it, Aenar wanted to laugh like a villain, but seeing Leda's expression, who stared at him with a cold and indifferent look, he restrained himself and didn't let Leda gain any advantage to provoke him.
Aenar looked towards Essos and whispered to all the Primarchs.
"Hear my orders, my Primarchs..."
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Sigismund, Titus, Sanguinius, Vulkan, Horus, and Fulgrim, who were separated in completely different places, heard the Emperor's words with solemn and determined expressions.
All six, who were fighting hordes of monsters, did not hesitate and retreated to the rear of the legions. They left the Legions under the command of each Legion's lieutenants and began to implement the orders of the Emperor of Mankind.
All six Primarchs used the greatest speed they could and traversed the entire western region of Essos.
In the next seven days, the artificial Red Suns illuminated the entire western region of Essos. Covering almost all of the Nine Free Cities, with the exception of Qohor, the survivors of the Long Night saw the sun for the first time in three years.
The terrible and deadly cold was dissipated while life seemed to flow again into this abandoned and cursed continent. People could leave their homes and not worry about dying in the dark and frightening night.
At this moment, the Continent of Essos received a new guest. He wore red armor and was about three meters tall, a true giant among humans. He had white-gold hair and purple eyes. An inhumanly beautiful and angular face.
Aenar looked at the desolate land before him with a calm expression. He threw a drop of blood on the ground and the Ruby Throne appeared before him. He sat on the throne and the three spears pierced the flesh of his back.
Looking up, Aenar could see dozens of artificial red suns around an area of hundreds of kilometers. Gigantic red fireballs shining intensely, as if they would never go out.
As if sensing Aenar's arrival, the Hordes of Monsters, which were in the cities, retreated and went towards the true enemy. Millions of monsters, all ran with all their might towards him. Millions of pairs of red eyes all shining with a fierce, bestial, and crazy light.
The Primarchs looked at each other and also advanced with full force towards their Emperor. How could they let the Emperor fight alone? Even if they had to cross this sea of monsters, they would do so to fight alongside their Father.
Aenar closed his eyes and waited patiently while appreciating the weight of the future, which had disappeared. It had been a long time since he had been so relaxed as at this moment.
If he had good wine at this moment, Aenar would gladly drink it. Unfortunately, he didn't like alcohol in serious moments. Even if the drink couldn't make him drunk.
"My Emperor." Six men appeared in front of Aenar's Ruby Throne. They knelt and greeted the Emperor with respect and reverence.
Looking at the six Primarchs, Aenar smiled with satisfaction. The six Primarchs were not yet at their peak; they needed more than five hundred years to reach their peak, but even so, they were already extremely powerful.
In the future, each Primarch will guard the fissures in Time and Space, a place where the barrier between the Warp and the Universe was extremely thin, thus allowing the entry of the Demonic Legions of the Warp.
"You have done well, now leave the problems to me." Aenar said with a smile to his six blood sons. His purple eyes stared at the armors covered in black blood, showing that all the Primarchs had fought fiercely for a long time.
"It is an honor to fight for my Emperor." Sigismund spoke with a solemn tone; there was nothing more satisfying for a fanatic than receiving orders from his master. He was like that, and all the Primarchs were like that too.
With Sigismund's words, the other five Primarchs also nodded their heads, agreeing with their war brother's statement.
"My Emperor, all the hordes of monsters have gathered and are coming in this direction." Sanguinius said with a solemn and murderous tone. They were not afraid of the monsters, but they feared that it would consume the Emperor's energy.
In this war, the Emperor should be 100% ready to fight the gods personally. The Primarchs seemed eager to fight under Aenar's eyes, as if they were young children trying to prove their worth and strength before their father.
Aenar looked at the scene with a gentle smile; although the six Primarchs were not his true sons, the six were equal in his eyes.
"I know your concerns and desires, but when it comes to energy, I can state that these evil gods are far inferior to me." Aenar said with a smile; he had no concern about fighting the gods. The Evil Gods could accumulate divine energy for a hundred thousand years and would not be able to fight a war of attrition against him.
He controlled the Nexus of Time and Space; he practically had infinite energy when it came to energy. Something that the evil gods didn't even have the qualifications to possess or even dare to aspire to.
The six Primarchs showed no skepticism or anything else; they believed that every word of Aenar was sacred and true. Evil Gods? Just rats who didn't dare to fight the Emperor!
Fulgrim looked at the perfect being before him with the gaze of a true fanatic; this was the pinnacle he aimed to reach, by being close to the Emperor. Horus just looked at Aenar with a calm gaze and an unwavering will.
Vulkan just stood beside the Emperor holding his Chainsword, his red eyes, which glowed like embers, stared at everything with a cold and deadly gaze.
Sanguinius was the youngest and most animated of the Primarchs; he simply sat on the ground and waited for the enemies' arrival while whistling calmly. He felt comfortable in Aenar's presence.
Sigismund and Titus looked like two mountains of steel, one on each side of the throne, with solemn and cold expressions, like true soldiers forged in the flames of faith, discipline, and blood.
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