Chapter 181 God’s Curse

Heydrich-Menger.

My eleventh son.

He is the curse of the gods upon me.

He is the mockery of fate to me.

————Lord of Mankind, Emperor

When the aftermath of the last battle and massacre slowly dissipated in those hells of blood and flesh, when the psychic chant of the Maiden Queen accompanied her slightest sigh, it turned into a poisonous whisper and breeze,

When those abominations, those pitiless, those terrible creations turn into dust on the soles of boots.

In the deepest part of the Earth's Inner Kingdom, where even the Primarch is unwilling to stay, another meeting has begun.

Just after Morgan left the empty hall that made her feel inexplicable pity, the quiet atmosphere did not stay for long: just as the waves caused by the Spider Queen dissipated, another dazzling golden light bloomed without warning, bringing

The entire hall was plunged into bright coldness.

The Lord of Mankind, the Emperor, his majestic and tall figure is wrapped in unique golden armor, like a sun walking in the dark world.

He appeared, raised his head, and patrolled this dark country with his eyes without sorrow or joy. When his burning pupils stared at the twisted auras attracted by death, sin and blasphemy, this was enough to make a person

The Primarch felt uneasy and invisible laughter, and then quietly dissolved into his flames, leaving no trace.

The Lord of Humanity appeared here, his inviolable figure always suspended on the dusty ground. He patrolled, breathed, and then locked his target, focusing his ruthless vision on the ferocious throne.

Corpses.

"My Lord."

When the empty hall turned from twisted darkness to glorious deathly silence due to the presence of the Lord of Mankind, Maccador's ethereal figure also appeared in the shadow of the Emperor.

Compared with the firm and bright spiritual projection of the Lord of Mankind, the projection of the Palmist is undoubtedly much weaker: the Imperial Prime Minister who is currently in Terra cannot get away and can only use his own strength.

, allowing part of his soul to cross half of the star field, allowing him to communicate and interact with the emperor in real time.

Although it sounds forced, any psychic knows the incredible power and means behind these simple and weak words.

The emperor nodded as a welcome to his old friend: he had no time or thought for small talk now, and his will, along with his vision, was devoted to the rotting corpse that seemed to be riddled with holes.

He was silent for a while, and then allowed his psychic projection to slowly float towards the Iron Throne carrying the rotting corpse. After a moment, he stayed in front of the rotting bones and blood, maintaining a terrifying silence.

Just like the brief and false wind and sunshine before huge waves that can swallow up the world sweep over the coast.

The Lord of Mankind was silent and waiting. His flawless noble face was immersed in the shadows that could not be illuminated by his bright light. It contained terrifying power that could make any arrogant army kneel to the ground.

Finally, he spoke.

【Heydrich.】

【Heydrich-Menger.】

【my child.】

【My failed child.】

The sound rose from the golden light of the Lord of Humanity and exploded in this darkest hell of nothingness without stopping for a long time.

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Creeping.

distortion.

breathe.

Everything set sail again in a strange and crazy fantasy, as if a monster that had been covered in dust for thousands of years was finally opened by a group of arrogant evil believers. With the low sigh of the Lord of Humanity, this originally

The dead darkness...comes to life.

What was originally dead, already putrid, has turned into the most broken and rotten corpse that is absolutely dead in any person's perception, in this disturbing squirming and breathing.

Come to life.

The originally solidified dead air once again flowed, bringing it life; the originally gloomy dark country was once again bathed in light, bringing it enlightenment; the gods who originally thought they would never meet again came to life again.

Once the king came in front of it, it brought it the driving force to start the final conversation.

In this way, this corpse, this corpse that was deliberately abandoned and placed here, was left with only pieces of rotting flesh, yellow bones and a pungent stench.

Come to life.

It squirmed and struggled, making its bones creak in a creepy whisper, and then crossed all the bottom lines of biology and physics, causing that abominable head to be lifted high.

He looked at the radiant Lord of Humanity.

The head, which had long lost its skin, eyes and eyebrows, was exposed to the bright air. It involved the slowly melting flesh and blood, and amidst the constantly dripping stinking blood, a yellowed figure was revealed.

A smile made of moldy teeth and a moldy throat.

It smiled.

In this hateful smile, it softly asked and saluted.

"..."

"Father."

"...Is that you?"

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The Sealbearer stood behind the Emperor, his old eyes without a trace of emotion, calmly staring at the creation in front of him that could make any Astartes feel crazy.

But this plain appearance could not hide the inner turmoil of Makado at all: even Makado, who had experienced the so-called dark age of science and technology, rarely saw such a scene, and it was vividly displayed in front of him: even if

Those technological lunatics who have destroyed human civilization are rarely so crazy that their bodies become a hotbed for abandonment and wanton experimentation.

This body is dead: there is no doubt about it, but with some kind of technology that does not involve subspace, this rotting zombie will also "come to life" on some specific occasions, and even be able to speak. For that

The master who is far away from the galaxy pours out his words.

Just thinking of this made the Patriarch feel a little numb: even this close friend of the Emperor who participated in the entire Primarch project would not understand that he inherited most of the biological talents of the Lord of Mankind.

, and at the same time, the Eleventh Primarch, whose intelligence and hands-on ability have been specially enhanced, the now crazy Mengele, how far can he use his innate knowledge and arrogant determination to advance.

What is in front of them now is probably only the most insignificant part of the dark empire controlled by this crazy biochemical genius. It is what he has revealed to his only object of worship: the father of his genes and the lord of mankind.

Show off slightly.

Malcador was silent, silent in the fear and fear he had not experienced for a long time, and in front of the palm-bearer, the Lord of Humanity slowly took a step forward, separating his best friend from his already crazy heir.

His eyes never left the strange body. When he spoke, his voice was as unmistakable as ever.

【Menger, my heir...】

"Call me Heydrich, father."

"I like this name."

"This is the name you personally obtained for me. It is the first gift and weapon you gave me."

"You carved it on the alloy door frame of my training cabin. I relied on the warmth on it to get through the darkest and most hopeless years of my life."

"Until I came to you."

"Until I have the honor of kneeling at your feet and bathing in reason and wisdom."

Even the most tender words cannot describe the tone the blond beast used when he treated his genetic father. He was like a grateful child referring to the elderly nun who adopted him, like a child.

A young scholar listening to the teachings of an old mentor is like a devout believer kneeling at the feet of the god, watching every hymn he sang while witnessing the numerous scars on his body being healed by the light.

.

The most respectful words in the world slowly float out from the most twisted body, giving people a sense of sincerity full of blasphemy. Even the most suspicious wise man will not doubt the fanaticism of the owner of this voice.

and loyalty.

[Heydrich] raised its head and looked at the Emperor with its empty eye sockets, but only received the cold words of the Lord of Mankind.

【No.】

【From now on, I will never call you by your name again, No. 11.】

【You put me to shame.】

The Emperor spoke. It was a call that could never be refuted, an immortal glacier that could solidify time and space, and a divine judgment that could make the most devout [believers] abandon their faith in rage.

The failed original body was obviously stunned for a moment, but it was not lost, nor did it have any ridiculous anger or dissatisfaction. It just continued to look up to its genetic father, and the admiration in its words did not waver in the slightest.

"Your will, Father."

"From now on, I am no longer Heydrich, I am your number 11."

"I would be proud of it."

The face of the Lord of Mankind is colder than the harshest winter, like a sharp sword that chooses and devours people.

It smiled, and its face without flesh or facial features could only use the hollows in its skull and rotten teeth to show the most horrifying smile.

"Then, say something, father."
To be continued...