Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"That which causes us trials will bring us triumph, and that which makes our hearts ache will fill us with joy. For the only true happiness is to learn, progress, and improve. None of this could happen without rejecting error, ignorance, and imperfection. We must step out of the darkness to reach the light!"

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In the bedroom, Daenerys returned exhausted to find Rhaenys eating grapes while reading a book quietly. Looking at her exhausted body and then at Rhaenys's body, which was leaning against a soft, warm bed, the queen's mood darkened in an instant.

"Starting tomorrow, you will accompany me on matters of state and assist me!" Daenerys said in a tone that left no room for negotiation or rejection. Seeing Rhaenys so calm while she struggled to manage such a large army was quite irritating.

Rhaenys, who was reading quietly, couldn't help but spit out the grapes she was eating and looked at Daenerys in disbelief.

"I wasn't trained to rule!" she said in protest. Just the idea of spending half the day sitting in a chair solving other people's problems made her desperate.

Daenerys looked calmly at her and said coldly with a sarcastic smile on her lips. "Don't worry, sweet niece. I'll teach you. We have an infinite life ahead of us, one day you'll learn."

Rhaenys' face turned pale as she listened to Daenerys' words. She wanted to protest, but looking at her aunt's increasingly frightening gaze, the princess swallowed hard and the words that were about to come out of her mouth were not spoken.

She didn't understand how a fourteen-year-old girl could be more frightening, but Daenerys was definitely frightening. If someone asked her who looked most like a warrior queen, she would say Daenerys. Visenya might have been a great warrior, but she was more like a commander than a warrior queen.

When Daenerys was about to call one of the Emperor's Daughters to serve her bath, the queen heard someone knocking at the door, before Sigismund's deep, gravelly voice sounded.

"My queen, the king has sent two hundred and fifty more Astartes and another primarch."

Hearing Sigismund's words, Daenerys and Rhaenys looked confused. As far as they knew, Primarchs were the title Aenar gave to the commanders of his future legions. But as far as they knew, there were only two currently, the brothers Sigismund and Titus.

Glancing at each other, Daenerys spoke first. "Come in."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened and tall, muscular young men appeared before them, but neither Daenerys nor Rhaenys saw the supposed Primarch Sigismund had mentioned.

"I am here, my queens." They heard a childlike voice, warm yet calm.

Daenerys and Rhaenys lowered their eyes and finally noticed a small figure standing next to the two Primarchs.

"So cute!" Rhaenys looked at Sanguinius and exclaimed, making little Sanguinius want to cry with sadness. He was a man, how could he accept being called cute, but in front of the emperor's queens, he had to endure it.

"I am Sanguinius, Primarch of the future Blood Angels Legion." Acting like an adult, Sanguinius spoke in a calm, powerful, and confident tone. Unfortunately, with his height, appearance, and childish voice, all he managed to convey was something cute in the eyes of both queens.

"Still very cute." Rhaenys whispered with sparkling eyes, seeing Sanguinius' appearance.

With his keen senses, Sanguinius could still hear Rhaenys' whisper. If this were a Chinese novel, he would be spitting blood in anger.

Daenerys quickly recovered after seeing Sanguinius' appearance, although she was really curious about the wings of the child before her.

"The emperor has ordered me to assist my brothers with the rest of the Astartes troops. We will cleanse Oldtown of the Ruinous Powers of Chaos." Sanguinius put aside his feelings and spoke with a serious expression.

Looking at the small Sanguinius, calling him brother, Titus and Sigismund glanced at each other, but did not reject the title. Technically speaking, they were indeed brothers, as the blood of the Aenar ran through all three of their veins.

"We will use my powers to set Oldtown ablaze and invade the city while it still burns with my flames." He said as white flames burned around his right arm.

"I also have orders from the emperor to save those who can be saved." Sanguinius added in a calm tone.

"Brothers, do you accept the emperor's orders?" He asked, looking at Titus and Sigismund.

"We were born and we die for the emperor." Sigismund spoke in an indifferent tone.

"We fear nothing, including death." Titus said in a calm and deep tone.

Sanguinius couldn't help but smile broadly as he listened to the words of his two older brothers. "For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!!!" X2.

Seeing the three talking, a smile appeared on Daenerys' lips; seeing someone's loyalty was truly a beautiful and honorable thing. "I'll be waiting for you to return triumphantly with a feast for all the soldiers."

"I like sweet things!!!" Hearing about the feast, Sanguinius' eyes lit up as he spoke in an excited tone.

This made everyone smile. The childishness and warm feeling that Sanguinius exuded made anyone feel comfortable around him. Even Titus and Sigismund, two extremely introverted young men, looked at the child with a slightly softer gaze.

"I'll bake you all the cakes you want, Sanguinius." Daenerys said with a gentle smile to the beautiful child before her. She wondered if in the future, her son with Aenar would be as adorable and responsible as Sanguinius.

Rhaenys also looked at Sanguinius with a gentle and warm gaze. She wanted to join in, but she knew Aenar would not allow such a thing.

Sanguinius nodded and looked at Titus and Sigismund. "We can't waste any time, brothers. Today, our emperor must sleep without worry."

Titus and Sigismund agreed with Sanguinius' words. They also didn't like to waste time, so after saying goodbye to both queens, the three Primarchs left the room.

Outside the castle, all five hundred Astartes were lined up in rows of twenty men each. Heavy red armor, sturdy red helmets.

Sanguinius looked at his future legion with a joyful smile. "We have orders from the emperor."

"Locate and destroy!"

"Locate the forces of chaos and destroy them!"

"Without hesitation or fear!"

The five hundred Astartes responded by beating their chests while letting out a loud and powerful battle cry.

"For the Emperor!!!!!!"

Titus, Sigismund, and Sanguinius looked with satisfaction at the most powerful army in the world before them and departed without delay. As Sanguinius had said, the emperor had to sleep without worry!

Thirty minutes later, with the extremely fast speed of the Astartes and Primarchs, Oldtown was already before them.

"This city stinks," said Titus with a look of disgust.

Imagine the worst smell you've ever smelled in your life and multiply it by a thousand, and you won't even come close to the smell Titus was smelling at that moment. It was such a bad smell that his body was screaming in agony.

"After all, this city is contaminated by the divine power of the God of Chaos." Sanguinius said with a smile while still maintaining a warm aura around him.

"Our emperor must not smell this. Let's exterminate this city." Sigismund commented in a cold tone as he took a step forward. A bluish aura covered his fists. The same thing happened to Titus."Our emperor must not smell this, let's exterminate this city." Sigismund commented in a cold tone as he took a step forward. A bluish aura covered his fists.

The same happened to Titus, but instead of turning his fists harder than any metal, the Primarch's powers had the elemental attribute of ice. With each step he took, the ground around him froze.

Sanguinius followed his brothers and activated his powers, a white flame covering his arms and wings, making him look even more sacred.

"I'll go ahead, brothers." Sanguinius said before starting to fly towards the city at great speed.

All five hundred Astartes followed their Primarchs and followed in order and perfect synchrony.

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Inside Oldtown, in the sewers, two boys ate rotten food scraps while listening to the angry screams and roars.

One of the boys was bald, with brown eyes and tanned skin, given the tattoos on his face, he was a slave from one of the Free Cities.

The other boy was completely different. He had silver hair, white skin, and lilac eyes. He was very handsome, but like the bald boy, he also had slave marks on his face.

Two slaves from Essos to Westeros, probably slaves of a merchant from the Free Cities.

"What are we going to do?" asked the silver-haired boy with a worried tone as he devoured the black, foul-smelling apple.

"Run away from this hell to some nearby town," said the bald boy with a determined and extremely calm expression.

"At least we're in Westeros, and we won't be slaves anymore," said the boy as he ate pieces of rotten meat from an old, moldy bone.

The silver-haired boy looked at his companion and thought about what had happened before. If it weren't for his friend, he might have died when the disaster struck.

"Do you think we can get out of here alive?" asked the silver-haired boy as he pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged himself, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.

"I don't know, but we have to try, because if we don't, we'll really die," said the bald boy with a still calm expression. Although the hope of escaping and being free was slim, it seemed that this misery and tiny hope ran through his body, giving him infinite force.

The silver-haired boy overcame his fear and showed a determined expression. He would survive and finally seek to never be in a similar situation again. He would become strong! Perfect in body and soul!

Suddenly, the ground shook, followed by a deafening noise.

Both boys looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. They didn't know what could make a sound like that!

"It's our chance to escape!" said the bald boy as he stood up in the sewer filled with feces and urine. The silver-haired boy hesitated, but got up along with the other boy.

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Sigismund looked at the huge crater in front of him with an indifferent expression. In the center of the crater, what appeared to be a crushed worm could be seen. Green blood filled with disease made the ground melt.

If you looked closely at the crushed worm, you could see the cloak and chains that could only be worn by a Maester.

The Primarch looked up and saw white flames burning a third of the city. Curiously, these white flames did not cause damage to buildings or people, more specifically they did not cause damage to people who were not under the influence of the corruption of the gods of chaos.

"That is a good power, Sanguinius will be a sharp sword against the forces of chaos in the hands of the emperor."

Sigismund muttered as he looked at the figure surrounded by white flames in the sky above Oldtown.

In the sky, Sanguinius smiled kindly as he saw some people kneeling before him. Although there were few, considering that this was one of the largest and richest cities in Westeros, even saving a few lives made the young man smile with satisfaction.

Suddenly, Sanguinius' red eyes focused on two children being chased by a humanoid monster with body parts resembling worms.

Without any hesitation, Sanguinius descended from the sky holding a long sword made of white flames.

"Run back!" said the bald boy as he turned into an alley, but when he saw the wall blocking his way, he narrowed his eyes and without hesitation, turned around and ran out of the alley.

However, both boys stopped, for standing before them was a humanoid monster. It looked as ugly, disgusting, and terrifying as you would expect.

A bitter laugh escaped the bald boy's lips, but looking at the monster getting closer and closer, he picked up a relatively sharp piece of wood and didn't hesitate to run toward the monster.

"Die!!!"

However, before the boy could get close enough to strike the monster, a white sword came down from the sky, impaling the monster from top to bottom.

The bald boy's eyes widened as he watched the blond boy with white wings on his back holding a large sword made of white flames.

"That was brave!" After killing the monster, Sanguinius spoke cheerfully as he looked with admiration at the bald child before him.

"I am Sanguinius, Primarch of the Future Blood Angels Legion, and I serve the Emperor God of Mankind!" he said as the monster was reduced to ashes by the white flames.

Still wide-eyed, the bald boy replied unconsciously.

"Horus."

"And you." Sanguinius asked the beautiful silver-haired boy, who was holding a piece of wood like the other boy.

The boy looked at Sanguinius with an excited and fascinated look, took a step forward, and replied with a tone full of admiration.

"Fulgrim."

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