Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Chapter 316: The Eldar Prophet's Small Class

"Come out. I know you're different from those muddled souls. You still have enough sanity and strength." After finishing his work, Omegan arrived at a secret room. This was originally a warehouse for various forbidden items, but now, it houses some of the Eldar soul stones obtained from the fallen planet. They are being carefully preserved, or rather, guarded.

"Thank you, Emperor's Son. Shadow Prophet Barsa appreciates your aid. My race and my god will repay you." A moment later, a soul projection appeared on a red soul stone. Normally, such an illusory existence should be as fleeting as a soap bubble. But to Omegan's surprise, the moment the shadow appeared, the surrounding space vibrated, nearly triggering a counterattack from the chamber's defenses.

"You are very powerful. As a being who has been dead for a long time, you can still interfere with the real world with the power of your soul." Omegan said with some surprise.

"I'm certain we've never met. My men and I all dress and behave identically, and even our auras are very similar. How could you recognize me?" Omegan asked. "Also, tell me why you're on this planet. From what I understand, you seem to be loyal to a being called the Great Harlequin. This isn't the place for you."

Although Omegan had only a vague understanding of the concepts of gods, the Eldar, and the Webway, it was obvious that he was also aware that the Harlequin's troupe and the wild Eldar on the planet were not the same group.

"I came here to obey the command of my God and save the souls of my people." Balsa replied.

"And you fell into it too?" Omegan's words remained calm, hinting at a hint of sarcasm. "To answer the first question, how did you recognize me?" For the Alpha Legion, obsessed with disguise and stealth, being recognized by the enemy at a glance would obviously bring Omegan a sense of frustration.

"I have already answered you. You are the son of the Emperor. The Lord of Mankind has endowed you with extraordinary spiritual qualities. With the blessing of my God, I can sense your existence," said Balsa.

"Gods? There are countless beings in this universe who call themselves gods. But most of them are just jokes," Omegan sneered. "I've known your race. You always yearn for your past, hoping to gain the so-called divine protection in the present to face this dark galaxy. And among us humans, there are also some such legends, or those who want to become gods."

"If your gods were truly that powerful, would you have ended up like this?" Omegan quipped. He really wanted to see these proud, pointed-eared creatures angrily retort to him.

"Although we paid a heavy price, we finally completed the mission. My people's soul stones were freed from the great enemy of Slaanesh. Moreover, the corrupted planet was also destroyed."

"This... You took advantage of me? My fleet arrived here because of your actions?" There was a biting chill in Omegan's words. This time, Omegan's fleet suffered a lot of losses!

"Our God is simply following the tide of fate. We did not directly interfere with your fleet. It is not because our God is not powerful enough, but because we must respect the Emperor." Balsa said.

"My father?" Omegan did not express his opinion on this explanation.

"Let's talk about that fallen planet and your history. I've read the relevant ancient books. The once prosperous Eldar Empire was destroyed almost in an instant. Even in the real universe, it left an indelible scar. All this seems to be related to the evil god you mentioned, right?" Omegan said.

"Well, young Primarch, I hope that from our ensuing conversation you will understand some of the truths of this galaxy, and be able to make the right choices when needed," Balsa said after a moment's silence. Then, the Shadow Prophet selectively told Omegan some of the things he could say. This time, the Eldar prophet avoided the blood-raising cryptic language or metaphors to convey these matters. It could be said that the entire process was straightforward, even breaking down and slicing things that were difficult for ordinary people to understand, fearing that Omegan would not understand.

"So, gods are real? Whether they are the evil gods born from the original evil, or the gods of your former Eldar and the gods of today, they all exist and can influence reality? If the gods are so powerful, then why did your empire perish in corruption?" asked Omegan.

"Because racial gods and civilization are one, the meaning of their existence is to help civilization deal with higher-dimensional forces, such as evil gods, or gods from other civilizations. They are the ultimate embodiment of a civilization's power and wisdom. They share weal and woe with civilization. When a civilization begins to rot from the bottom or is severely damaged, the gods will also be weakened and die. Ultimately, racial gods will perish along with civilization. And if the gods act recklessly, it will also endanger the continuation of the race, which is also a suicidal behavior." The Eldar prophet explained.

Honestly, when it comes to courting death, the Eldar are experts, whether they're gods or ordinary Eldar. During their heyday, the renowned troublemaker of the Eldar pantheon, Kain, foresaw his own future being torn apart by the Eldar, and decided to slaughter the Eldar. This led to the famous imprisonment of Isa and her husband, and the war between Vaal and Kain. Ultimately, the Phoenix King was still in control, and the Eldar's fortunes were still strong, so the incident passed. The Eldar gods' suicidal behavior was stopped, but the Eldar civilization's self-destruction and decline could not be stopped. Thus, the Eldar ultimately fell.

"Dealing with evil gods and the higher-dimensional forces of other civilizations?" Hearing this, Omegan fell into deep thought. After what had just happened, he had a relatively clear understanding of evil gods. But the higher-dimensional forces of other civilizations? That brought back unpleasant memories for Omegan: the Randan aliens, an enemy he would never forget. The powerful brain-eaters among them proved a formidable challenge. And the Mastermind, even the legendary Supreme Mastermind, was even more despairing.

Of course, what shocked Omegan even more was the Eldar prophet's implication: a higher-dimensional force must be countered by an equal being. The Randan xenos possessed their own higher-dimensional power. So, the humans who had defeated the Randan xenos would surely possess their own higher-dimensional power. Who could this higher-dimensional power be? One obvious choice was the Emperor, still roaming the mortal realm. The other was likely a Traveler, permitted by the Emperor and worshipped by the Mechanicum, the Fleet, and the Navigators. Perhaps, those beings who once existed within the Legion but gradually vanished during the war could also be considered.

"My father is a god? And the worshipped Traveler is also a god?" Omegan recalled the power he sensed seeping from the Warp after the Oilers prayed to the Traveler, and the subsequent teleportation. It was a force he could barely explain. If Omegan could understand most of the rituals of the so-called Mechanicus, they could be explained by technical means. But the prayer to the Traveler was truly metaphysical. An incomprehensible force stabilized the chaotic structure of space, and then his troops passed through...

"To be honest, I don't have a good impression of the so-called gods. Their existence turns the behavior of mortals into a meaningless joke. They can plan a person's life at will, and the latter has no way to do anything about it. A civilization should be free and should not be bound by higher-dimensional beings." Omegan said.

"Haha, young man, your disgust stems essentially from the fact that the gods are superior to you, nothing more. What you desire isn't the freedom of a civilization, but simply your own freedom. "Higher" is actually a relative term. Compared to the gods, they are higher, and you are lower. But compared to ordinary humans, aren't you Primarchs also higher? Mortals call you demigods, but don't you gladly accept it and take it for granted? Don't your every move and behavior similarly make mortals unable to resist? From this perspective, what's the difference between your so-called restrictions and shackles and those of the gods? It's nothing but double standards."

"In essence, is there any difference between the gods using their divine power to wipe out a planet and you ordering the use of whirlwind torpedoes to destroy a planet? When faced with the terrifying Randan aliens, can you shoulder the responsibility of protecting human civilization? You hate the gods, but in fact, you hate their supervision over you." The words of the Eldar prophet were full of sarcasm.

"That's different," Omegan said grimly. "I will consult with my colleagues, my descendants, even mortals, and I will listen to their opinions. We all exist in the physical universe, we are human, that's our essence." Omegan retorted grimly. The other party's words really hit the mark. In essence, these Primarchs and Terran bureaucrats were the superiors, and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that a single word could decide the lives of millions, even tens of millions. But now, suddenly someone said that some invisible and intangible person was even more powerful than you. Even though he had suspected it, when he confirmed it, Omegan still felt a great sense of discomfort.

"So, your vigilance and dissatisfaction with the so-called gods is actually because they are no longer human?" The Eldar prophet's sarcasm was even stronger.

"Omegan, although the truth is a bit cruel, I must tell you that when a god walks the mortal world, his ability to interfere with the physical universe is at its strongest. Because the Emperor walks the mortal world, humanity can embark on the Great Expedition. Because the Traveler once walked the mortal world, human civilization can suppress the equally powerful Randan civilization while continuing to expand its territory in the galaxy. After the Ascended God completely transformed from a mortal to a god, his power increased, but to some extent, his influence on the physical universe decreased."

"Omegan, imagine what it would be like if the Traveler himself stood before you," the Eldar prophet said with a smile. "As for why you lead the Legions, why you lead your own children to conquer the galaxy, the fundamental reason is that you are the Emperor's children. You were born extraordinary, inheriting His power and dignity. Everything you are comes from the Emperor, and now, because of a title, you express dissatisfaction with your father and His friends?"

"This..." Omegan was silent. He knew that although the Primarch was considered the top existence among humans, there were still other beings who could rival the Primarch. The legendary figures in each legion and those hidden behind the scenes could even defeat the Primarch easily.

These beings couldn't all be gods, but it was clear that the power they displayed surpassed that of the Primarch. If a god or an Ascended One were to appear before him, he would probably be as helpless and weak as a baby, right?

"Of course, the biggest problem is, without gods, how can you deal with beings like the Randan Overmind and the evil gods? Don't forget, even with the protection of the Emperor and the Traveler, you still lost one of your brothers forever. And the evil gods have begun to infiltrate human civilization. They tried to corrupt another of your brothers, and later, this Primarch and his legion were also eliminated."

"Young Primarch, remember this: when someone holds an umbrella for you to protect you from the wind and rain, never complain that he is also blocking your vision. You are still too young and do not understand many things. Some of your views are distorted or even wrong." The Eldar prophet said earnestly.

"Hehe, if what you said is true, I should thank certain beings? My father is great. He saved human civilization from the brink of destruction and united all the human beings in the galaxy under one banner. I also admire those who fight for humanity, no matter whether they are my brothers, mortals, or any other beings. But I still keep my distance from travelers. After all, our civilization has existed for tens of thousands of years, and travelers may have only played a role in a certain period." Omegan said.

"Perhaps that traveler existed even before human civilization?" the Eldar prophet thought. Humanity is a species and a natural concept, but civilization is another. When humans became intelligent but hadn't learned to use fire or keep records, civilization didn't actually exist. But humans as a species already existed.

"What I say to you today may be truly bizarre, but believe me, I have no deception and no ill intentions," the Eldar prophet said. Of course, he wouldn't tell Omegan that he was hiding something...

"Okay, stay here quietly. Maybe in the future, I will be interested in your mythological stories and come to see you again." Omegan said.

"I will not be here long, young Primarch," said the Eldar Prophet.

"So, you want to run away from me? You guys don't even have bodies and can only hide your souls in these soul stones? You still want to escape from me?" Omigon sneered.

"I feel the call of our God, and I sense that our fleet is approaching here. We are about to go home." said the Eldar prophet.

"Haha, I don't know how you notified your gods and fleet, but it is obviously inappropriate for you to say these words to me now, because I can change the course of the fleet. I can go deep into the human territory, where your fleet dare not come." Omegan sneered.

In reality, Omegan hadn't been unwilling to return these Eldar souls to the Eldar. After all, their relationship was still good, and the Eldar had been generous in their rewards. But now, like a rebellious child, Omegan insisted. "Your fleet will encounter mine and take you away? I won't! I'm taking my fleet to Macragge right now. Guilliman will not allow a large Eldar fleet to appear in his territory."

"Haha, young Primarch, is there a possibility that you can't get through at all?" The Eldar prophet sneered.

A moment later, Omegan received a notification from the Navigator that a new tide had appeared in the Warp. For safety, the fleet had to choose to leave the Warp as soon as possible...

"This..." Hearing this news, Omegan was completely upset! Although the Eldar gods were in a rather awkward position among the gods of the Warp, their race and civilization had declined. The God of Laughter was not a powerful god in itself, and the God of Death, while of high status, had not yet fully awakened. Overall, their strength was relatively weak. However, even so, if the Emperor and the Traveler did not interfere, it would not be a problem to control a Primarch.

When the Alpha Fleet, fresh from a major battle, emerged from the void, they were greeted by a Craftworld ship and a complete Eldar fleet! This time, in order to "educate" Omegan and get him back on the right path, the Eldar gods had invested heavily!

"Is this a threat? You are challenging human civilization and the dignity of the Emperor. You are threatening a Primarch and his legion!" After the communication between the two sides was connected, Omegan said to the Eldar prophet Aidalad with a gloomy face.

"We have only come here by fate and the gods' will. We will give you ample compensation. How about some Eldar-specific equipment?" Eldar said politely, giving the Primarch enough respect. After all, the Eldar military currently had an overwhelming advantage.

"Alright, I'll just call it a deal." Omegan went along with it and accepted the other party's terms. Ultimately, the two sides parted ways amicably, each going about their own business. However, there was more to come that shocked Omegan. Five Terran days later, an Alpha agent met with Omegan and brought him shocking news!

Chapter 317 Omegan: What a blasphemy! (5K)

"This... this is such blasphemy and depravity!" Omegan said in shock after reading the contents of the datapad. "Carlos, do you know what you are doing? You are accusing a Primarch. If this is false, then it is an unforgivable crime. The Emperor and I will not let you go."

Omegan spoke in fear, pointing to the image projected on the datapad. "Are you saying, my brother, Lorgar, Primarch of the Word Bearers, has defected to an unknown entity in the Warp and gained power through a twisted and corrupted consciousness? Is his Legion tainted, even corrupted?"

"Is it possible that this is the work of only a small number of people?" asked Omegan.

"I can confirm that this was an order given by the Primarch himself. He even called this operation a pilgrimage. The Word Bearers suffered heavy losses in this operation, but the surviving Space Marines received an evil gift. They can transform from humans into monsters in an instant, and the power armor will be integrated into their flesh. They are more powerful than other Space Marines, and when they don't need to fight, they will return to normal. Lorgar called these monsters the Sons of the Blessed, and established an independent regiment for these people. It seems to be called the Sun Sawtooth Regiment." Alpha Agent Carlos said.

"Block this news and tell Alpharius the relevant information. At the same time, notify my brother and tell him that I need to meet with him to discuss some very important matters." Omegan ordered.

"As you command, Primarch.

"Huh... Looks like I'll be fighting in unfamiliar territory in the future," Omegan sighed. It's undeniable that Omegan has been shaken to its core over the past few days. His understanding of the gods has evolved from a naiveté to a more nuanced understanding, and now, facing down an evil god, Omegan has finally realized the dangers of the galaxy and his own limitations. He understands that he must confront every problem head-on, for it hinges on his fate, the fate of his Legion, and the future of humanity.

"Do my father and brother know about these circumstances? If they do, why are they still silent? Why doesn't my father personally descend upon the Fifteenth Legion and bring Lorgar, the rebellious son, to justice? Why doesn't my brother take action either?" Omegan kept asking himself. Of course, the brother he was referring to at this time was Alpharius, not his other brothers.

Omegan was in awe of the Emperor's power, especially after hearing how the Emperor had transcended the vast distances to appear directly on Prospero and prevented a catastrophe caused by Magnus. Omegan's reverence for the Emperor reached its peak. In his view, his father was so powerful that if the other Primarchs had truly acted outrageously, the Emperor could have personally descended to resolve the situation. So why had Lorgar now committed such a blasphemous act, and why had the Emperor remained silent?

Indeed, Omegan had now confirmed the accuracy of the intelligence. He didn't know the cause or extent of Lorgar's corruption, but he was certain that Lorgar had made a deal with some entity. If even he could discover it, then there was no reason why the Emperor wouldn't be aware of it. But why didn't the Emperor take action? After all, Angron's rebellious actions directly led to the Emperor sending the other Primarchs to deprive Angron of his command and imprison him. And now, the Emperor's reaction...

"Should I tell my father? What does my father need me to do?" Omegan muttered to himself. At this moment, he remembered what the prophet had said before: the evil gods in the warp possessed power that ordinary people could hardly imagine. If the Emperor could neglect the management of his offspring, then the only possibility was that the evil gods had blocked the Emperor's perception, or that something had caused the Emperor to be involved and unable to act.

"I'm going to tell my father and do as he asks." Omegan made his decision after a moment's contemplation. Before doing so, Omegan carefully screened the personnel within his fleet. After all, as a covert warfare expert, self-examination and self-correction within his own system always comes first!

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"I already know all about Lorgar, my child." After communicating with the Emperor, the Emperor spoke before Omegan spoke, his words filled with melancholy, regret and anger.

"Then we should immediately eliminate this cancer, just like we did with the two vanished Primarchs," Omegan said firmly. It had to be said that what Lorgar had done truly challenged Omegan's bottom line. "I am willing to work with my Legion to resolve this issue."

"It is not the time yet, Omegon. The danger we face is far greater than you can imagine. Lorgar is not the first Primarch to be corrupted by power and bewitchment, and naturally he will not be the last. The evil gods have begun their hunt, and their target is the entire human civilization, the souls of all people. And now, after reaching its peak, the fortune of mankind has begun to decline, and there are many things I can no longer do. Under the influence of fate and the power of the evil gods, some tragedies are inevitable. And all we can do is to persevere, strengthen our faith, persevere, and fight to the end for the future of mankind." said the Emperor.

"Can the power of God be weakened? Many people call you the God-Emperor, and even the prophets of the Eldar believe that your power surpasses their gods." Omegan said in a complicated tone. Not long ago, Omegan was still full of vigilance and dislike for the word "god", but now, he really hopes that his father is a real god, as powerful as in myths and legends.

"Haha, if the gods you think of are those omniscient and omnipotent beings in legends, then such gods do not exist, at least I am not, and neither are the evil beings in the subspace. We are just some powerful beings. Some people use high-dimensional power to describe us, which is more accurate. In a civilization, monarchs and generals are important, but at the same time, the efforts, contributions and courage of ordinary people are also the cornerstones of a civilization. At any time, we should not underestimate the power of mortals, because greatness is born out of the ordinary." The emperor explained.

"Greatness is born from the ordinary? Then how great can the ordinary be?" asked Omegan.

"Take the Traveler, for example. He was just an ordinary person tens of thousands of years ago. Although he had some special abilities, they were nothing compared to yours. His starting point was lower than yours, but after tens of thousands of years of hard work, he finally took that step and became an existence equal to me." The Emperor said to Omegan.

"The Traveler? I thought He was just a fictional religious concept. If such a being truly exists, I'd love to meet Him," Omegan said. Despite his words, Omegan remained distant. After all, the Emperor was his father, and the Traveler was no relation to him. How would Omegan react when they met? Should he address Him as a senior, a deity? Or perhaps treat Him as an equal?

"You will meet Him in the future. He is a very tolerant person and not arrogant. Believe me, you will get along well in the future. Of course, the premise is that you need to maintain respect." The emperor said with a smile.

"......." Omegan was speechless. But he quickly changed the subject. "Father, if you could summon Lorgar back, wouldn't we be able to solve this problem?"

"Hehe, do you think Lorgar will return?" the Emperor said helplessly. "You don't understand the power of the gods. When your subordinates shared this intelligence with you, the cause and effect and fate were altered. The evil gods can observe directly from a higher dimension. They are at the peak of their power and immense. If I take any action, they will notice, and the consequences will complicate matters."

"Like I said before, the evil gods are targeting not only Lorgar but others as well. Their power of bewitchment and corruption is too strong, and they will cause others to fall without realizing it. When something is distorted and spread, it will cause people who don't know the truth to become confused. Many things are not impossible to do, but they cannot be done. As the Primarch of an infiltration legion, you should understand this very well. What belongs to the gods belongs to the gods, and what belongs to mortals belongs to mortals. There are some things you always have to do. There are some things that must be done at the right time." said the Emperor.

"I will contact Alpharius immediately. My brother, my legion and I will launch a series of secret battles against the Word Bearers." Omegan said immediately.

"Alpharius? My spiritual sense tells me that he has been bewitched, not by an evil god, but by some alien remnants. They are taking advantage of this opportunity to use Alpharius to exact revenge on humanity," the Emperor sighed. After opening his heart and accepting the power of faith, the Emperor's power far surpassed any previous period, making him a true god walking the mortal world!

"No, father. He is your first son to return. He has spent considerable time with you and understands your struggles and efforts. He will absolutely stand by your side," Omegan said eagerly. Compared to the other Primarchs, Omegan clearly had a better relationship with Alpharius. He didn't want to see his brother stand against him.

"Hehe, you have an appointment with him. Believe me, this time Alpharius will not come to see you in person. He may be observing you from afar. After all, the power of those alien remnants is far less than that of the Heretic God. Being unable to sense Alpharius is already their limit. Therefore, Alpharius will definitely not appear before you, and he will never appear in the future. In fact, in the future, there will never be a gathering of all brothers, never again!" The Emperor's words were filled with sadness. If possible, he would rather know some things later, so that His children could gather again. But now it is no longer possible, because fate has changed.

Although the evil gods are powerful, they have their limits. If they dared to allow these Primarchs to appear before the Emperor, then the Emperor would definitely take them away. After all, the evil gods are not powerful enough to allow the other Primarchs besides Horus to face the Emperor directly!

"I will go see Alpharius and verify what you said." Omegan said seriously.

"I wish you success in your endeavors," said the Emperor.

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"My lord, your brother has requested a meeting with you and said he has important intelligence to share with you." An officer of the Alpha Legion reported to Alpharius.

"Tell him I agree to the meeting and will set a time and place with him," Alpharius said.

"As you ordered, I will arrange a reply immediately." The officer then left the Primarch's room.

"Sir, are you truly seeking a meeting with your brother?" Besides the Primarch, there was another seemingly mortal figure in the room, who spoke with a nervous expression. "This could be a trap, or a conspiracy. I have a feeling your brother might not simply wish to share a secret."

"So, you're saying I shouldn't go see my brother, the other Primarch of the Legion? Are you trying to sow discord between us, mystic?" Alpharius' tone was similar to his usual tone. He turned and stared at this mortal-looking fellow, tightening his grip on the spear.

"I'm just kindly reminding you. After all, your brother has experienced too little. He might have been bewitched by a certain god-ascending being. These beings are so powerful that they could use this to target you."

"Didn't you say that with your technology, I could escape my father's gaze?" Alpharius said.

"Sir, everything and every measure has its limits."

"What you said makes sense. But communication between me and my brother is also necessary." Alpharius said.

"Sir, communication is unnecessary." The latter said impatiently.

"I am in pain." There seemed to be something strange in Alpharius's words.

"For the sake of humanity and the galaxy, you must overcome your emotions."

"But pain is a natural human emotion. We should relieve it through certain means instead of completely blocking it off, because we are human beings," said Alpharius.

"If there is anything I can do to relieve your pain, please tell me." The latter said humbly.

"Killing you will give me some pleasure. No matter what, killing an alien will always give me pleasure." Before he finished speaking, Alpharius's spear pierced the alien's body. The mortal disguise was removed, revealing a hideous humanoid creature struggling in pain.

"Don't think I don't know what you are." Alpharius said coldly.

"The Secret Cult..."

"They will not care about your death, for they need my power. I am merely using you. When my purpose is fulfilled, I will wipe you all from the galaxy!" Alpharius declared firmly. He then swung his spear, and the decomposition field within it completely obliterated the entire organism, soul and all. Only a pile of shredded flesh and ash remained within the chamber. Alpharius then summoned his guards to clean up the remnants.

"Father, I have always admired and loved you, and am willing to dedicate everything for you and human civilization, but you should not embark on the path of becoming a god, nor should you allow other gods to exist among humans." In a secret room on the Glorious Queen-class battleship Alpha, in this secret room protected by various scientific and psychic instruments, Alpharius said painfully.

As the first Primarch to return, Alpharius knew many things, many things that even Horus and Jonson didn't. Of course, some of these things weren't told to him by the Emperor, but rather gathered through various means. As a Primarch who had also participated in the Battle of Randan and had been carrying out covert missions, Alpharius had gained a wealth of intelligence. He was almost the first Primarch to raise doubts about Baldur's identity and to take action, investigating his background within the Space Wolves.

Naturally, all this failed. He didn't meet Balder, and even the Endless Journey forced him to retreat with a single glance, which made him feel extremely frustrated. Later, the Emperor also told him to "mind his own business." All of this only made Alpharius more interested in the truth behind the scenes.

Then came the Traveler's ascension. While Alpharius couldn't directly observe this epic battle, the Primarch's Warp-like nature and certain alien technologies allowed him to capture fragments of information. Even so, the incomprehensible power of the Traveler and the Overmind still deeply shocked the "child." He was also relieved, as Baldur vanished after this. Alpharius viewed the Traveler's cult as a distortion of the truth.

However, as time went on, he discovered that his prayers to the Traveler could truly receive responses that science couldn't explain. When the Esoteric Cult came to him and told him that the Traveler had become a god, and that his father was also preparing to become a god, Alpharius was shocked. He imagined his father as a tyrant who used humans as tools to gain supreme power, a fact he could not tolerate. Finally, after countless sleepless nights, Alpharius decided to take action to prevent his father from becoming a god and to guide him onto the right path. The Esoteric Cult was willing to help. However, in Alpharius's eyes, they had already been sentenced to suspended death. Once their power was used up, it was time for Alpharius to cleanse them!

"Father, I hope you will return to the right path. Omegan, my closest brother, I hope I can join you in protecting humanity against all enemies and the vermin within." Alpharius murmured to himself. In the end, he decided to communicate with his brother, but he would not go in person.

Chapter 318 Brothers turn against each other

"Sir, the Alpha has sent a signal. They will arrive at the agreed location at the agreed time." Matthias Herzog said to Omegan.

"I knew he would come to meet me." Omegan's words showed a rare joy. In Omegan's view, his relationship with Alpharius was still close, and he believed that he could persuade his brother to fight against the common enemy of mankind together.

"Follow the planned schedule and welcome my brother," Omegan ordered.

"As you command, Primarch," said Matthias.

The meeting was eventually set within a space station controlled by the Primarchs' guards. Omegan determined the time and location, while Alpharius could choose a room within the station to meet with his brother. An hour later, under the protection of the Alpha Legion, the two Primarchs met. Upon seeing the figure claiming to be Alpharius, Omegan was overwhelmed with shock and anger. However, he remained in control until they reached the meeting place. Once everyone else had left, Omegan erupted!

Omegan rushed forward, lifted up "Alpharius" easily, and then threw him hard against the wall. Then, a dagger appeared in Omegan's hand, and the blade of the dagger was tightly attached to the opponent's chin!

"Tell me, where is my brother? You imposter!" Omegan roared angrily. From the moment they met, Omegan knew the man across from him was definitely not his brother. Even the man's so-called "blood-drinking" ritual couldn't hide from Omegan's perception. He was furious, not because someone was pretending to be his brother, but because the one who had given this order was Alpharius, the Alpharius Omegan desperately wanted to see. He had hoped to use this opportunity to pull his brother back from his wrong path.

"Omegan, my brother, I am talking to you on the phone. I am sorry to communicate with you in this way. We should have sat together and discussed some things face to face. But for some reason, I cannot appear in front of you. I think you already know something. I think you should be able to understand me." At this moment, Omegan heard his brother's voice. The induction between the twin primarchs allowed him to confirm the other party's identity at the first time. At this time, his brother was communicating with him through the device on the fake in front of him.