Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 74 The Emperor of Mankind and Alpharius

Model city, bottom nest.

The golden-robed man and the green-robed giant were walking on the street. Their appearance here would have attracted the attention of the people of the Bottom Nest, but no one saw them, as if they did not exist.

The two men walked into a steel plant as if they were in an empty place.

They happened to see hundreds of workers in yellow work clothes gathered at the canteen door on the side.

The factory director, dressed in yellow and black clothes, spoke loudly.

"Production statistics for the last five work cycles have been completed."

"Congratulations to all of you for meeting the minimum standards. Everyone can receive a portion of food from the Cradle of the Sea, enough for each of your families to have a meal."

"The reward from the last round was seaweed, perfect for making soup," he said with a smile, looking at the eager eyes of the people below. "You won't be shortchanged. Line up now to claim yours."

The two saw that the workers were given small bags of seaweed the size of a normal person's palm.

The factory manager clapped his hands and said, "Anyone who exceeds the quota will receive extra food."

"The food from the last round was rice grown in the Cradle of the Sea. You can mix the rice with seaweed to make paella."

"The first eleven workers can also receive an extra tuna, which makes the paella even more delicious."

All the workers stared at the factory director with wide eyes.

"There are three hundred and three people who have exceeded their targets. Your rewards have been tallied. Those who hear me read out your names, please come forward and claim them."

"..."

The man in the golden robe turned around; he had already gotten the answer.

After a moment, he spoke.

"The method is simple, but it cannot be extended to other worlds."

The green-robed giant nodded in agreement. When he was undergoing training on Terra, he was sent to the hive city to carry out a mission.

He had also carried out tasks such as infiltrating the Solar Auxiliary Army, observing their loyalty, and gaining some understanding of the affairs of the lower classes.

"Although artificially synthesized foods like corpse starch and nutritious porridge rations can fill their stomachs, they will experience adverse reactions if consumed for more than five days. They will suffer from headaches, and the chances of fetal malformations and heart failure will also increase."

"This is why mutants were born, but in other industrial worlds and hive worlds, the rulers don't care about this."

"If we were to promote Nimrod's system on every world in the empire, the costs would be enormous. We can only guarantee that the Solar Auxiliary Army receives food replenishment from agricultural worlds every few days."

The man in the golden robe remained silent. Promoting Nimrod's system would only cause resistance from various worlds and slow down the progress of the "Great Expedition".

"It's time to go meet him."

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At the same moment the golden-robed man spoke, the Pride of Vostroya docked at the starport.

Ning Lu, who walked down the boarding deck, immediately saw Howard, Yelena and others who had received the news in advance and came to greet him.

"My Lord, welcome back."

"How long was I gone?"

He looked at the excited crowd and asked with a smile.

"My king, your expedition will last for five years and sixty work cycles."

Ninglu was slightly startled. The total time he spent on the ship and conquering the crystal illusion on this journey was no more than two years.

[There are two possibilities. The most likely possibility is that the time of the ship traveling in the warp is inconsistent with the real time. This often happens during warp travel.

The Supreme Heaven is not bound by the laws of physics and may sail for thousands of years, but after returning to reality, only a dozen days have passed.

It could also be the other way around, traveling through the warp for a few days and returning to reality after a hundred years.

Another possibility is that there is a difference in time between the two star systems, but the difference is not this great.]
He then walked forward, got into his private car and drove towards the palace.

As Nimrod stepped out of the sedan chair, he noticed two men approaching him, one in front and one behind. The giant holding the spear was taller, but he was completely overshadowed by the man in front of him.

The moment Nimrod looked at him, he felt as if he saw a shining golden sun, and his mind froze.

The minds of the people behind him were blank, and they were frozen as if they were bound by a telekinetic spell.

Ninglu paused, and then his dark eyes turned deep in an instant, as if black mist was rising.

Seeing the eleventh Primarch recover so quickly, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man in the golden robe.

When he found Alpharius on Terra, and when he met Horus who was brought to him by the Mechanicus on Terra, they both saw this side of him, and it took them a long time to recover from the brilliance he revealed.

Even the powerful Horus was like this, so the sensitive Eleventh Primarch should be even more affected.

Nimrod was not affected at all, which was completely beyond his expectation.

His daze lasted only a moment, and then a sunny smile appeared on his face and he opened his arms.

"Nimrod, my son, I think you should have recognized me."

"We met when you were still in the incubator. You were very sensitive to me, but it wasn't the right time yet. I let you enjoy your sleep."

He was like a loving father, recalling every detail of his child, his tone full of love.

Of course Nimrod recognized the identity of the man in the golden robe. He was the Emperor of Mankind and the genetic father of the Primarchs.

He was not moved by the warmth displayed by Old Man Huang. Just as Malcador, who knew the Lord of Mankind best, said, the Emperor of Mankind always showed the side of him that he needed.

He also vaguely felt a hint of rationality and coldness hidden in the tender warmth.

Nimrod could not even consider the man in front of him as his father.

Old Man Huang showed me this side of me. Could it be that he thought I was easily moved by my kindness to the people of Vostronia?
While Nimrod was thinking, the Emperor had already arrived before him.

"Now, the destined time has come, you should return to me."

Nimrod's mind raced, and as Chagatai Khan had said, returning to the empire was the best option.

But he didn't want to agree immediately. Now was the time to make a request to Old Man Huang. As long as it was not too excessive, the Human Emperor who needed him to lead the legion as a general would definitely agree to his request.

[Since even the loyal Sanguinius has made his demands, it is only natural for me to negotiate terms with Old Man Huang.]
Nimrod thought of this and said with a smile.

"welcome."

He opened his arms and hugged the Human Emperor, feeling the warmth coming from Old Man Huang.

After the two separated, Nimrod immediately said.

"I think we should talk about this before I can decide whether to pledge my loyalty to you."

"I was just thinking of talking to you. You've done a great job in Vostronia. Under your governance, this world has developed into a prosperous and civilized one."

"I'm very interested in how you do it."

Nimrod felt that Malena behind him recovered first, followed by Arsena and Howard.

"please!"

Nimrod finished speaking and led the way ahead, he turned his perception away from the Emperor of Mankind and used the corner of his eye and "warp insight" to detect the green-robed warrior holding a spear.

Judging from his height, he is not a Custodes, but an Astartes.

But Nimrod always felt that there was something special about him, even though he had never met an Astarte.

[He has a lifelike multi-headed snake on his cheek, which should be Alpha.

Old Man Huang wouldn't have brought a regular Alpha with him, let alone just one.]
His eyes flashed, and he had already guessed the other party's identity.

[When the Four Peddlers swept the Primarchs away, the only one left on Terra was Alpharius, one of the Twin Primarchs of the 20th Legion.

The brothers were the smallest of all the Primarchs, being about the same height as an Astartes.

Alpharius never revealed his true identity, and he followed the Emperor, meeting every returning Primarch, yet none of them recognized him.]
(End of this chapter)