throne world

Holy Terra

In the center of the magnificent and majestic palace, there was an extremely huge and gorgeous long table.

This table seems to carry the weight and glory of the entire empire, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

At this moment, twenty-one figures were sitting in their respective positions.

Counting from the left, the first seat was occupied by the Primarch of the First Legion, Lion. He was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with a stern and resolute face, and his eyes revealed an innate majesty and courage.

Next to him was Xerxes, the Primarch of the Second Legion. The psychic aura around him made the servants around him afraid to approach easily.

Looking further to the right, sitting in the third position is Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Third Legion.

He is elegant, handsome and graceful, and his every move exudes elegance.

Next came the Primarch of the IV Legion, Perturabo, who had a serious expression and a slightly furrowed brow, as if he had been thinking about an important strategic issue.

Continue moving your eyes to the right, and you can see Jagatai Khan, the Primarch of the Fifth Legion, who is carefully savoring the fine wine on the long table.

Unlike Chagatai, the Primarch of the Sixth Legion, Leman Russ, seemed particularly unrestrained and uninhibited. He carried a large barrel of wine, and his hearty laughter echoed in the palace from time to time.

Dorn, the Primarch of the Seventh Legion, sat there quietly, like a steady mountain, bringing endless sense of security to people.

The Primarch of the Eighth Legion, Curze, was somewhat mysterious, with a faint shadow shrouding him.

The Primarch of the 9th Legion, Sanguinius, was as beautiful as an angel descending to earth, and his smile was as warm as the spring sun.

The Primarch of the Tenth Legion, Ferrus, folded his arms across his chest and stared firmly ahead.

Louis, the Primarch of the 11th Legion, sat quietly in his seat, fiddling with the war chess in front of him, and occasionally taking a bite of the fruit pie in front of him.

Angron, the Primarch of the 12th Legion, sat quietly aside, occasionally chatting with other Primarch brothers around him.

The Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, Guilliman, leaned back in his chair calmly, displaying extraordinary leadership qualities.

The primarch of the Fourteenth Legion, Mortarion, had a gloomy face, making it difficult to fathom his true thoughts.

Magnus, the Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion, was concentrating on reading the book in his hands, oblivious to everything around him.

Horus, the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion, smiled and talked confidently with the people around him.

The primarch of the Seventeenth Legion, Lorgar, had a cold expression on his face, immersed in his own thoughts.

Vulkan, the Primarch of the 18th Legion, is generous and enthusiastic, and constantly tells interesting stories to others.

Krax, the Primarch of the 19th Legion, was taciturn, only nodding slightly occasionally in response to what others said.

Finally, in the two seats on the far right sat the Primarchs of the 20th Legion, Alpha and Omega.

"Father has called all of us together, which obviously means he is about to start the next step of his plan of action. So, what do you think will happen next, Horus?"

As Luo Jia spoke, he turned to look at Horus beside him, his eyes flashing with curiosity and anticipation, and then he asked with interest.

After hearing Lorgar's question, Horus frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Father has mentioned this to me before. He said that when the Webway Project is successfully completed, the entire empire will hopefully enter a new era. However, to be honest, even I don't know exactly how it will develop."

After saying this, Horus spread his hands helplessly and shrugged to indicate that he knew very little.

"A new era..."

Luo Jia muttered to himself, and his eyes became deep, as if he was lost in thought.

In fact, Luo Jia already had a rough guess and outline in his mind about this so-called "new era".

Recalling what he had experienced when he faced the demons from the Eye of Terror, he clearly remembered that those demons had mentioned in person that they were the descendants of the Lord of Vengeance.

After careful deduction, Luo Jia became more and more convinced that this mysterious Lord of Vengeance was his own father.

But what is strange is that those demons are extremely afraid of my father and they dare not even utter his name easily.

"No matter what, we'll all stand together, right?"

Guilliman's injuries from the battle had healed by now, and he was now happily chatting with Lorgar.

Although Guilliman and Lorgar have different philosophies, they both have the same goal, which is the revival of mankind.

"What do you think?" Magnus turned his head slightly and looked at Mortarion who was sitting opposite him, and asked softly.

Mortarion's tall and gloomy figure was shrouded in shadows. He slowly raised his head, staring at Magnus with a pair of cold eyes, and replied in a gloomy voice that seemed to come from hell: "Humph, I hate psionic energy... That thing is not a good thing."

Mortarion's voice echoed in the air, sending a chill down one's spine.

Then he continued, "If psychic power is not properly controlled or used, the consequences will be disastrous. If you are not careful, you will get into big trouble if you mess up."

Magnus listened to Mortarion's words quietly, a thoughtful look on his face.

After a moment, he nodded and said in agreement: "Yes, I support your idea. Indeed, we need to restrict and regulate the use of psychic energy. After all, if it is allowed to develop recklessly, no one can predict what kind of terrible disaster it will cause."

Magnus thought to himself that even he had seen a glimpse of the warp.

The endless darkness and chaos, as well as the unknown dangers and evil forces hidden therein, shocked and frightened him deeply.

He knew very well that the warp was far from being as beautiful as it seemed. On the contrary, it was full of chaos and disorder.

Thinking of this, Magnus couldn't help but think of his father.

That great being. It is precisely because he deeply understands the nature and dangers of the warp that he spares no effort to advocate the construction of the webway and tries every possible way to free humans from the shackles of the warp.

“Trample! Trample! Trample! Trample!”

As the sound of footsteps approached, Yang Cheng, wearing a white robe, appeared in front of many Primarchs.