Warhammer 40k Emperor Of Mankind の小説・ストーリー

But one common trait she learned from the people was his greed for power. “All hail, Emperor Sargan the Sunborne, Chosen of the Sun God, Ember of the Phoenix, the Father of Drava, and Ruler of the Red Empire,” Councilor Hakim announced. “Your Eminence—the Archon Hunter of Shavath, Estes Amev and Grand Hunter Lorath Morvil.” “Rise,” Emperor Sargan said impatiently. When they all stood, Larice spied his bright, brown eyes—fiercer than any blade, and his dark, curly hair, reaching down to his shoulders. He studied his subjects one by one while tapping his fingers on the armrest of his seat.

"Yes, that's the Human Emperor! How can we be a match for the Human Emperor? We're doomed! We're doomed! Even if it's not the Human Emperor himself, we're no match for him!" The members of the Demon Clan collapsed. Never had they imagined that the situation would develop to such an absurd extent, and even the Human Emperor was alarmed! Now that the Human Emperor had come in person, logically speaking, they were doomed. Because the Human Emperor was the Human Emperor. It had something to do with the fact that the Human Emperor held the power of the immortal world, was protected and blessed by the immortal world!

Old Hagstorm nodded in acknowledgment. Andrius frowned and asked in confusion, “You said not to act against those ancient martial families yet, but what?” Old Hagstorm took a deep breath, his expression instantly becoming solemn, and said slowly, “Because the Insect Ruler has prepared everything. “The Demon Emperor is about to emerge!” The demon emperor... That was an extraordinary existence, a legendary leader in the world of shamanism! He was about to be resurrected!

I played the part of the broken, overwhelmed Omega perfectly. ​We walked through hallways of gold and bone until we reached the garden. ​There, sitting on a throne of living vines, was a man. He didn't look old. He looked timeless. His hair was a blinding white, and his eyes were the same sun-gold as the armor of his guards. ​The Emperor. Solas. ​He stood as we approached, his presence so overwhelming it felt like the air itself was bowing. He walked toward me, his movements slow and graceful.

The man standing before her was taller than she expected. Broad shoulders. Dark tailored suit. Black tie. Sharp features. Cold gray eyes. The kind of face magazines loved. The kind of face villains probably practiced in mirrors. Power radiated from him effortlessly. Danger too. He didn't look human. He looked carved from stone. Damian Blackwood. For seven years she had imagined this moment. She'd imagined shouting. Accusing. Hating. Instead, her mind went completely blank. His gaze settled on her ID badge. Then on her face.

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

Enforcers lead their own crews, my warriors & muscle. The Shadows work separately. Surveillance. Infiltration. Intelligence. They report to me alone. Even the Omegas evolved — Quartermasters, Ciphers, Fixers. Logistics and information win wars just as surely as claws. “Alright, chaos,” I murmur under my breath, “Let’s see what you’re planning today,"

Suddenly the emperor appeared and blocked the black magic to protect his soldiers. Empaler Aegaeus retaliated, and he created a massive vortex that included white electricity. He immediately released him, and many of Filius Bein's soldiers were killed. He retaliated, and he also created a black whirlwind and so did the emperor. Until they release it at the same time.