Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Failure is normal, but never let failure kill your determination, for you will die slowly until you finally seek death to bring empty relief to your soul." Sanguinius, Primarch of the Blood Angels Legion.

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The more he looked at these two children, the more Sanguinius' eyes showed a phosphorescent white light. He felt his vision being taken over by infinitely long white lines.

Sanguinius knew he was about to have another involuntary vision of the future, but remembering the emperor's orders, he suppressed this ability as much as possible. Fortunately, as he could not control this ability, his prescience was extremely short and incoherent.

He could not even see a complete timeline, only fragments of an extremely distant, vague, and confusing future.

The only thing Sanguinius could perceive in these visions was that many people would die, but in the face of billions of timelines, who wouldn't die, so his visions were really rather bland.

"Are you all right?" Horus asked with a concerned tone as he saw the pale expression on the winged boy before him.

Regaining his warm and cheerful smile, Sanguinius replied in a gentle tone. "It's nothing, I just felt a little dizzy."

Horus and Fulgrim looked suspiciously at Sanguinius, both noticing that it was something much more serious, but seeing that the boy would not say anything, they remained silent and asked no further questions.

"Follow me and don't stray behind me." Sanguinius said as he walked toward the alley's exit. Horus and Fulgrim looked at each other and didn't hesitate to follow the blond boy.

They had seen with their own eyes how easily the monster had been killed, and by following Sanguinius, they could get out of this hell alive.

However, as soon as both boys left the alley, their eyes widened, seeing the entire city in white flames. The sight was so shocking that they would never forget the day they met Sanguinius.

"Look, that's the Red Legion, it will be my legion in the future."

Sanguinius pointed to the five hundred Astartes and spoke with a proud tone. "They are the greatest warriors serving the Emperor God of Mankind."

Horus' eyes widened even more at the sight of the five hundred soldiers before him. They were tall, powerful, and carried extremely heavy and dense armor. They were like unstoppable killing machines.

The monsters that terrorized the city were nothing more than chickens ready to be slaughtered by the soldiers. So easily that you would wonder if it was the soldiers who were too strong or the monsters who were too weak.

"Who is the God Emperor of Mankind?" Horus asked with a tone full of admiration for the soldiers before him. If he had such power, he would never have been a slave in his life. He wanted that power, he wanted to be the master of his own destiny and survive.

"The God who guides humanity to the highest of all races under the Golden Path," Sanguinius said with an extremely respectful tone, full of reverence for the Emperor.

"Can I serve him?" Horus said with a determined tone. At that moment, he didn't care who the Emperor God of Mankind was, he just wanted power so he would never feel helpless again.

Sanguinius looked at Horus and smiled warmly, he could see that Horus had no respect for his God, but that was normal, after all, no one is born knowing everything.

"It's okay for you to join us, but to become a member of the legion, you must be loyal and reverent to the Emperor God." Sanguinius said with a smile.

"I hope that in the future we will fight side by side, Horus and Fulgrim." Sanguinius said as he advanced toward the Red Legion, which was killing monster after monster.

Looking at Sanguinius' back, which was as small as theirs, Horus and Fulgrim felt a desire to fight alongside him. They looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

"I want power," Horus said with a determined tone.

"I want to perfect myself," Fulgrim said with an equally determined tone.

They looked at each other again and followed Sanguinius without hesitation. In Sanguinius, they saw the opportunity to change their destiny forever.

The five hundred Astartes advanced through the streets of Oldtown with cold expressions beneath their helmets. The sea of worm-like monsters advanced against them with beastly and grotesque roars.

One of the monsters even spat a green liquid from its grotesque mouth, which narrowly missed a soldier, but the ground was not so lucky, as it melted under the abnormal corrosion of the green liquid.

Titus looked at the green liquid with a calm and deep gaze, his powers beginning to mobilize with full force.

An intense cold emanated from his body and spread to the surroundings in a straight line forward.

In a mere second, the entire street was covered in a thick layer of ice. All the monsters that seemed endless were frozen into ice sculptures.

However, coming from another street, another wave of monsters reached the red legion.

"Brother, let's divide our troops and attack as quickly as possible. When Sanguinius uses his flames to cover the entire city, we can regroup and attack the High Tower and the Sept of Seven Stars." Sigismund said as the huge sword in his hand seemed eager to drink the cursed blood of his enemies.

Titus nodded and, together with the two hundred and fifty Astartes, he fearlessly advanced toward the large number of monsters before him. Seeing that Titus had begun the attack, Sigismund did not stand still and began to kill everything in front of him with his long sword.

With just one stroke of his sword, five monsters died at the same time, all split in half.

A large-scale massacre began, and it would take some time before it finally ended.

Watching the bravery of Sigismund and Titus, both children, Horus and Fulgrim were even more amazed than when they looked at Sanguinius. In his eyes, this was how a man should look. Powerful, imposing, and great.

Noticing their expressions, Sanguinius looked down at his own body and muttered with displeasure. "I'll grow up someday..."

He liked seeing the looks of admiration on Horus and Sigismund's faces; receiving that kind of look from children was quite gratifying, as if he were the leader of the group.

"Remember, don't stray behind me." Sanguinius warned again and advanced alongside Sigismund's Astartes.

Wherever he passed, white flames engulfed the buildings and then spread on their own. When the flames came into contact with the monsters, they were reduced to ashes without suffering a shred of pain.

This was Sanguinius' mercy towards humans who had been corrupted against their will. It was the only hope he could give them instead of an eternal life of slavery.

"May eternal sleep come to you." He murmured as the souls of these people were also reduced to nothing under the effect of his flames.

He knew that these monsters could return to the Warp and become demons if their souls were not destroyed.

That is why Sigismund said that Sanguinius was a sharp sword against the ruinous powers of Chaos. This ability was the nemesis of all Chaos demons. A sword truly created against the forces of Chaos.

This was Primarch Sanguinius.

In the eyes of Horus and Fulgrim, Sanguinius was no different from a god at that moment. The angelic white wings, the purifying flames, and his beautiful appearance only reinforced this conception of the two children.

Feeling the admiring eyes behind him, Sanguinius used his flames more intensely as he saved anyone who was not yet under the corruption of Chaos.

Each time he saved a person, more people gathered behind him. Soon, dozens turned into hundreds, then thousands of people. He was like a messiah leading the way for the lambs of God.

Seeing the thousands of looks full of reverence and respect, Sanguinius felt his chest fill with satisfaction. Bringing more believers into the embrace of the Emperor God seemed to give him infinite force.

After a few hours, the entire city was covered in white flames, which could be seen from dozens of kilometers away. However, there were two places that remained intact, despite Sanguinius' flames.

The High Tower, home of House Hightower, and the Sept of Seven Stars. Both places seemed untouched by any flames.

"It looks like we've found the location of the apostle of chaos," Sigismund said with a cold look, staring at the Sept of Seven Stars.

"That's normal, the High Sept probably became an apostle of chaos," Sanguinius said with a smile on his face as he looked at the beautiful white building in front of him.

"He obviously wants us to go in, but are we fools to enter?" Titus asked with a sarcastic tone.

Sigismund and Sanguinius nodded their heads, they weren't foolish enough to enter the Apostle's lair. Who knows what demonic rituals and chaotic beings this building contained?

"Let's demolish the church." Sigismund made a decision without hesitation.

There was no need to take any risks in his eyes.

Sanguinius and Titus nodded and didn't wait any longer. The three Primarchs began to use their abilities without any scruples.

A white fire arrow appeared in Sanguinius' hand. A blue aura enveloped both of Sigismund's arms as a cold, chilling air emanated from Titus.

At the same moment, the three attacked with full force.

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BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

After a second of silence, an explosion rang out throughout the city. Flames, blue aura, and ice crystals rose toward the sky.

Under the eyes of all the survivors of Oldtown, the building that had been the heart of the religion of the Seven for more than six thousand years was reduced to ruins in a mere second. One second was enough to destroy one of the most important buildings on the continent of Westeros.

"That's unexpectedly satisfying." Sanguinius said with a laugh. Perhaps it was the beauty of destruction, but he felt quite relaxed after destroying something.

"The rat's out." Sigismund didn't comment on Sanguinius' words and spoke while looking at the large pieces of marble being thrown to the sides, revealing a grotesque creature.

It appeared to be five meters tall, with a small head compared to its enormous body. Like the other monsters, this monster had worm-like features, but it was even more grotesque and disgusting.

The monster wore brown clothes with gold threads. Under its bald head was a crystal crown of seven different colors.

The monster's identity was obvious.

The High Septon, or more precisely, the Plague Apostle.

"My eyes are complaining about how ugly this guy is." Sanguinius said with a look of disgust. Although the monsters before were ugly, the monster before him was even uglier, so ugly that he didn't want to look at it again.

"Let's kill him."

Sigismund was the first to act, he didn't even wait for the Apostle to speak and began the attack.

The Primarch disappeared from where he was and reappeared in front of the Apostle, punching him so hard that he threw the monster dozens of meters back.

However, Sigismund looked at his own fist and saw its blue aura slowly being corroded by a highly corrosive liquid.

Sigismund abandoned the idea of using his fists and drew his sword again. Touching the Apostle of Plague was obviously a very bad idea given the corrosive properties of the creature of chaos.

Without waiting any longer, Sigismund attacked once more. Titus and Sanguinius also began their attack.

The apostle found himself surrounded by three Primarchs and began to suffer enormous damage, blood splattering with each attack from the Primarchs. His blood evaporated under Sanguinius' flames as the apostle's body was split by the swords of Titus and Sigismund.

The apostle tried to resist using the powers of chaos, but found himself powerless against the white flames of Sanguinius, who seemed to be his predestined enemy.

In the end, in less than ten minutes, the first Apostle of Plague had his end decreed under the forces of Titus, Sigismund, and Sanguinius.

His body and soul were reduced to nothing, the monster didn't even have a chance to return to the Warp.

Sanguinius frowned when he saw a brooch among the apostle's ragged clothes. He bent down, picked up the brooch, and looked at it closely.

It was a tower.

Sanguinius' expression changed drastically when he saw the brooch, something that Titus and Sigismund also shared. The three quickly headed towards the High Tower, but what they found were mummified bodies and an empty, lonely tower.

The three looked at each other and saw the helplessness in his eyes.

"Damn, my emperor is going to have to stay up late."

Sanguinius said with an expression full of irritation. Obviously, the Plague Apostle they had killed was the Lord of the Hightower House, and the real Plague Apostle had disappeared!!!

"We have to tell the emperor." Sigismund said with an equally irritated expression. The three felt that they had failed to carry out the emperor's orders.

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