"If a person's mind is a stormy sea, reason and control are the boat, which always try to balance themselves to remain firm in the face of madness and the dark desires in the heart of every human and living being in the universe." Aenar's thoughts on how the mind works in the face of various stimuli.
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Sanguinius, covered in white flames, pierced the biological snow with surprising brutality; the white flames seemed alive and gradually surrounded the entire diameter of the Spaceship.
As if sensing danger, the Ship began to thrash as it moved towards the exit of the abyss. Meanwhile, the ship kept expelling fierce and enormous insects towards the four Primarchs.
However, Sanguinius could not let the spaceship escape. Condensing a huge spear of flames, he simply pierced the ship from one side to the other, nailing it to the wall of the abyss. Green and black blood stained the wall as the spaceship writhed, letting out a sharp, piercing scream.
"Hey, this thing can actually feel pain." Sanguinius said with a surprised tone, observing the spaceship. He couldn't help but think that the universe was truly vast; there were all kinds of civilizations, even the most barbaric had their singularities.
"Of course it feels pain, it's alive." Arriving next to Sanguinius, Horus commented with an indifferent tone. At that moment, he and the other three Primarchs already knew that the Emperor had sent the four of them just to learn and share these experiences with the other Primarchs and Astartes.
"However, it has no intelligence, only instincts to procreate and spread quickly." Horus commented, watching the biological spaceship expel insects through the rear orifice with a speed that would shame the most hardworking rabbit in the universe.
"To devour all organic material on a planet in three solar weeks, they really have to reproduce fast." Lion spoke with a regal, noble, and calm tone. His eyes stared at the thrashing Spaceship with a thoughtful look.
"Do you think we might be able to recreate this type of biological technology?" Lion asked with a deep tone. Honestly, the speed at which the Tyranids could reproduce made him slightly excited. If Humanity could recreate this type of technology, they would have an infinite amount of blood to create new Astartes.
Lion wanted human clones, but instead of human clones, he only wanted a meatball of flesh, blood, and bones and nothing more. These clones would have no brain and therefore no thoughts, much less a soul.
Honestly, it was perfect, especially for creating large quantities of blood for the Imperium. Hearing Lion's words, Horus's eyes brightened. The idea of creating infinite blood bags really tempted him.
It could be said that once this happens, humanity would not be far from being the true lord of the Galaxy, surpassing many other races. The Astartes, even in other civilizations, were the top soldiers.
"Titus, freeze the ship's core and we'll leave this to the scholars in our legions." Horus asked Titus, who merely nodded and accepted his brother-in-arms' request. With just a wave of his hand, the ship's core was completely frozen due to the extremely low temperature the Primarch emanated.
The core looked like a meatball of flesh, connected to the ship itself by nine fleshy links, and like the core, it pulsed like a heart, even though it was frozen at a temperature below -200 degrees.
"These things are truly adaptive; they can actually survive such a low temperature." Sanguinius commented with a touch of admiration. Titus's cold was not common; it was a mixture of Warp energy and the Primarch's mind energy; it was extremely cold and consequently, extremely moral.
"We need to create some tactics to deal with this race; they are similar to the Orks, but without that stupid power to alter reality itself." Horus said with a cold tone; just remembering the Orks' ability, the Primarch's face visibly contorted.
He had never seen such a broken ability in his life. Just by thinking it worked, the Orks could create true giants of twisted iron and steel from broken pieces and obviously without any circuits or electricity. They didn't even need energy to move these monstrosities of metal and steel.
"Damn greenskins, they annoy me more than any other race in the universe." Horus grumbled with a cold tone as he tore apart the Tyranid spaceship.
"I understand you, brother." Sanguinius showed a sympathetic expression regarding Horus's experience with the Orks. "The Orks only care about battle and their stupid Waaagh; I tried countless times to establish a commercial agreement between the human race and the Orks, but these greenskins refuse, and when they don't like something, they simply charge at you with an axe."
Sanguinius showed a grim expression, remembering that he was attacked after trying to do things peacefully. Unfortunately, Sanguinius's actions were no different from saying he was cowardly and fearful.
"Stop talking and prevent this thing from continuing to reproduce these insects." Lion said with an irritated tone as he continued to kill the insects with ease. Although they were not difficult opponents, they were annoying, especially the insects' oral sound.
Sanguinius increased the flame production and simply purified the entire biological spaceship. Obviously, he left the frozen core intact.
"By the way, Sanguinius, I heard your soldiers are going into an uncontrolled frenzy." Lion asked with a deep tone, looking at Sanguinius with his green eyes.
Sanguinius's eyes narrowed; he could feel that it wasn't just Lion's eyes that were focused on him; obviously, the other two Primarchs had also heard the rumors of the battlefield madness.
"My Astartes share a bit of my talent for seeing the future, but instead of seeing the future, they see some of my visions, which make them a little more bloodthirsty than usual." Sanguinius replied with a calm tone.
A little more bloodthirsty than usual.
If devouring the blood of enemies was a little bloodthirsty, Titus, Lion, and Horus didn't know what was truly considered bloodthirsty for Sanguinius.
"It's all right; I've already reported this to the Emperor, and he will resolve it." Sanguinius, seeing that everyone's eyes were still on him, spoke with a helpless tone, but there was a smile on his lips. He could see that his brothers were concerned about his situation.
This made him very happy; after all, it only showed that his brothers truly cared about him and were not respectful just because they were Primarchs serving the God-Emperor of Humanity.
"Let's finish quickly; we have to clear some worlds to quickly create our Craftworlds." Horus said with a cold tone as he watched Sanguinius's flames gradually purify the entire ship until not even ashes remained.
Horus couldn't help but think that this power was truly suitable for cleansing; even the remnants of the Warp could be purified. Of course, that's if it wasn't linked to the dimension itself. Otherwise, Sanguinius could try to purify for thousands of years and would not truly be able to purify a piece of the Warp.
Aenar, who heard everything, couldn't help but roll his eyes. Although in a sense he was the father of Sanguinius and all the Primarchs, he liked to rest in his free time, and preferred not to meddle in the affairs of the Primarchs, but it seemed that this was a foolish and naive dream. How could he have free time contracting a Galactic Imperium?
However, he couldn't help but think that the Astartes Sanguinius created with his own blood were more connected to him than Aenar expected. This reminded him to reinforce the minds of his other sons and daughters so that Aenar's own mind would not cause madness to his descendants.
Only Aenar knew the weight of seeing trillions of timelines at the same time; even Naerys, the daughter who had the most affinity with the Warp, could not bear more than five seconds with such a large amount of information.
His mind was a place that even the Chaos Gods did not want to touch, which showed how terrifying Aenar's mind was. It was a mixture of past, present, and future of everything at the same time.
"Naerys has to be the first; she is the most susceptible to being influenced by my mind." Aenar murmured, looking at the planet being bathed in blood and organs.
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