The son of the God-Emperor in Warhammer Fantasy

In fact, the departure of the Old Ones did not leave the world entirely without contact. In the City of Mists, there existed a peculiar ancient device capable of receiving echoes from the depths of the cosmos. These sounds were ancient and cryptic, and it was unclear whether they were a language or a form of communication left by the Old Ones.

The first-generation Slann, led by Lord Kroak, once knew how to operate this device. Unfortunately, during the Chaos Invasion, all the first-generation Slann perished. The second-generation Slann, lacking sufficient knowledge, could maintain the device but did not understand how to use it.

Everything changed when the Emperor arrived at Itza. The Master of Mankind deciphered the knowledge of the Old Ones. Despite the incomplete nature of this knowledge, he still managed to establish a stable communication channel with the Throne Room, using the Old Ones' technology.

Now, the device often emitted the voice of Magnus, the Crimson King.

"Father told me that the Warp storms surrounding this planet have grown stronger," Fugan said softly. "Since he has already blessed Princess Sulia, he has entrusted me with matters here."

"That's good." Ryan felt a twinge of disappointment but quickly shrugged it off. The Emperor had countless matters to attend to and couldn't possibly use his vast power to traverse the great Warp storms to visit this world frequently.

"Is that all he said?" Angron, clearly dissatisfied, stuffed a long bread roll filled with vegetables, salad dressing, and roast pork into his mouth. "Two of his favorite sons are here! One was given a sword and armor, and the other a sword. Why didn't he say more?"

"Hehehe, Angron, can you guess what Father has been up to lately?" Fugan's smile was rather forced.

"How should I know? Probably digesting the technology of the Old Ones." Angron shrugged, showing little interest in these matters.

"Space Wolves Chapter Master Logan Grimnar has delivered something to Holy Terra," Fugan continued, knowing Angron's disinterest. "Do you remember? You fought at Armageddon."

"What did they deliver to Holy Terra?" Angron recalled with some pain the memories from when he was a Daemon Primarch under Khorne. He could only vaguely remember attacking Armageddon, initially achieving victory as Leman Russ's sons and grandsons were no match for him.

However, the Grey Knights appeared, and the Space Wolves ultimately joined forces with the Grey Knights, defeating and banishing him on Armageddon.

As Angron remained puzzled, Ryan began to piece things together.

Space Wolves? Old Ones' technology?

Before Ryan could voice his suspicions, Fugan spoke, "Remember Leman's favorite young bodyguard?"

"Bjorn the Fell-Handed, the first Great Wolf after Leman." Fugan smiled. "Do you remember the technology Father obtained on Tallarn?"

"Reforging souls to create immortal warriors?" Angron recalled. "Casting strong souls into the immortal fires, reforging mortal souls... Wait! I remember! Leman's sons! Bjorn the Fell-Handed, he's still alive! That thing they escorted must be...?!"

"Yes, it's the over ten-thousand-year-old Dreadnought of the Space Wolves." Fugan nodded. "It houses Bjorn's remains and his soul."

"Through the close cooperation and repeated experiments by Father, Vulkan, and Cawl, Cawl has successfully conducted multiple experiments on the Mechanicum's Titans and many servitors. It has been proven that the technology left by the Old Ones is entirely feasible. Combining Vulkan's hammer, the Emperor's Astronomican light, and Cawl's cutting-edge technology, new warriors have been reforged in Terra from the flames of the Astronomican and mighty lightning."

"Father has decided that the first to be reforged and return to the battlefield will be Bjorn the Fell-Handed, the first Great Wolf after Leman Russ." Fugan's eyes burned with passion. "Those veterans of the Great Crusade, as long as their souls endure, will gradually return to the battlefield."

"This is... I must say, not bad." Angron was moved, remaining silent for a while before speaking. "It seems Father is very busy, and we must handle things here ourselves."

"Of course, we must handle it ourselves." Fugan frowned. "Father has been planning this since before he sent Ryan to this world."

"Is this world so important to Father?" Ryan interjected, the Grey Knight Primarch furrowing his brow. He had initially thought the Emperor sent him here merely for training, but it seemed far more complex.

"Very important. This world is like a second Cadia." Fugan nodded, his expression grave. "This planet is exceptionally unique, extremely unique!"

"Father told me that the Old Ones chose this planet because it is inextricably linked to the Warp, much like Cadia. If this world were to fall to Chaos and be destroyed, the Chaos daemons would gain a new passage to freely enter and exit the material universe—a second Eye of Terror."

"We cannot allow Chaos to occupy this world. Previously, the servants of the Old Ones managed to suppress the expansion of the Chaos realms through the Great Ward, but after over ten thousand years, the Great Ward is gradually failing, with many nodes destroyed." Fugan's tone was heavy. "Lord Kroak informed me upon his resurrection that despite their best efforts, the gradual failure of the Great Ward is inevitable, as foreseen by the Old Ones."

"So what should we do?" Ryan was most concerned about this, as the failure of the Great Ward would mark the end of days.

"Same as always: each of us does our duty, and the Old World is yours to protect, Ryan. The New World is my responsibility." Fugan bit into the roast meat. "There isn't enough time to rebuild the nodes and restore the power of the Great Ward. We must thoroughly defeat the forces of Chaos and expel them from this world before we can consider other matters."

"Hmph~ Father is always like this, speaking in half-truths." Angron grumbled. "This world suppresses Chaos's power in the mortal realm, but it also suppresses our power, including technology. The Custodes told me that the technologies of the material universe, like STCs, are unusable in this world."

"For now, there are no signs of the end times." Ryan frowned. "If Chaos were to move south, Kislev would be the first to suffer, but recent intelligence indicates that Kislev is relatively peaceful."

"It won't be long." Fugan shook his head. "Chaos is unpredictable, but Father's assessment is that we have at most fifteen to twenty years."

"I understand." Ryan slowly nodded. Fifteen to twenty years, huh.

The atmosphere grew tense as the three primarchs gazed into the fire, silent.

"So, while Father seems to let Ryan go his own way, he's actually micro-managing things. How typical of him." Angron's tone was thick with sarcasm. "He likes to control everything, is used to controlling everything, especially since his resurrection."

"Don't you realize how important Ryan is?" Fugan looked at Ryan, who was eating quietly, with a smile. "He is the most unique primarch, Angron. You must know how special Ryan is. He's one of a kind. Malcador took the secret to his grave; even Father doesn't know how to create another Ryan."

"The Grey Knights' expertise against demons stems from Father's assistance, as the Grey Knights know demons' true names, but Ryan knows nothing about true names."

"So, even though Father seems to be hands-off, he is subtly imparting his vast knowledge to you, Ryan." Fugan smiled at Ryan. "Surely, you understand why Father bestowed the title of Imperial Princess on Sulia and why he didn't kill that alien goddess."

Before Ryan could respond, Fugan continued, "He wants you to realize that some things need to be understood on your own. Think about why his first act upon waking was to go to Macragge and awaken Guilliman."

"I understand." Ryan smiled wryly. "Guilliman has done well in that regard."

"...You two are speaking in riddles again!" Angron, unable to follow, said, "Alright, I don't want to discuss that person. Let's eat."

"Let's eat."

"Ah, let me have a pork chop."

"I'll take this big ham hock."

...

By late August, Sulia's due date had arrived.

Ryan set aside all his duties, spending long hours with his wife, talking and playing card games. The Lady of the Lake frequently appeared, showing great concern for Sulia's condition. The goddess had set aside her duties with the High Elves to focus on caring for the knightess.

The entire territory, the entire kingdom, and even the entire Old World awaited the birth of this child. In this world's context, an heir was crucial for the whole of Brittany.

Sure enough, on the last day of August, Sulia began feeling unwell. The knightess felt her child's growing excitement and restlessness, accompanied by mild pain.

The team at the Lady of the Lake's Tower sprang into action, with the midwives and several Lake Goddesses' Seers chanting spells, setting up a barrier, and preparing holy water.

Ryan and the others could only wait in the tower's first-floor hall.

Though this wasn't Ryan's first child, the Duke of Mousilon was still anxious, pacing back and forth. Ryan hadn't been with Emilia during her labor, and when he offered to go, he was told it wasn't necessary, so he hadn't experienced the anticipation. But Sulia was right there in front of him!

He considered rushing into the delivery room, only to be pushed out by the Lady of the Lake. "What are you doing here

? Get out!"

"Who says men can't be in the delivery room? That's a superstition!" Ryan argued.

"Superstition? The Warp energy in you is too strong!" The Lady of the Lake pinched Ryan's face. "This child's power comes from you, and your Warp energy is resonating with the child! You can't stay here; you'll disturb Sulia. Now, get out!"

Ryan quickly complied, ushered out of the delivery room. Before he left, Sulia called out to him, "Don't worry, my husband, I'll give you the best child!"

Despite the sweat on her forehead and her pale face, the knightess didn't seem to be in much pain. Her high physical fitness meant she barely made a sound. This reassured Ryan a bit, and he allowed the Lake Witch Morgiana to push him out. "Ryan, you should wait outside."

"Okay... okay." Ryan left the tower, feeling restless, so he decided to step outside.

Outside the tower, Fugan and Angron sat side by side, each holding a slice of chilled watermelon, chatting. François, Ryan's father-in-law, was also there, worried but helpless, eating watermelon with the others while chatting about recent events. Fugan had brought a wealth of treasures from Lustria, and his elegant demeanor and handsome appearance made a good impression. François thought he must share a mother with Ryan, unlike Angron.

"Calm down, Ryan." Fugan almost laughed at Ryan's nervousness. "Don't forget, Father blessed Sulia. Everything will be fine. Don't you have any faith in him?"

"But..." Ryan still looked anxious. Becoming a father is naturally nerve-wracking.

"May I ask a question?" François, knowing that worrying wouldn't help, decided to chat with Fugan. "Who exactly is your father? Could I meet him someday?"

It was a reasonable request, given the family connection. However, François had never met Ryan's father, which was odd.

"Sulia has met our father." Fugan smiled. "Father... is very busy. I represent him here. You'll have a chance to meet him, but not now. That's all I can say."

As a Holy Grail Knight, François could live for another two to three hundred years, so he had time. Hearing Fugan's words, François swallowed his questions. "I see. I look forward to it."

The three chatted, enjoying their watermelon, while Ryan paced anxiously, uninterested in talking or sitting down.

Soon, the dark elf maid Olica and the training Teresa and Veronica arrived. Seeing Ryan's agitation, they couldn't help but chuckle, though they were also envious. Olica handed Ryan a cup of iced beer, which he downed in one gulp before resuming his restless pacing.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long.

As the sun reached its zenith, a loud cry pierced the sky, a rainbow arching from the horizon, with a pale blue light illuminating the sky.

"Congratulations, Your Grace! Congratulations! The child is born! A boy!"

"Born...? My child with Sulia is really born." Ryan murmured, dazed.

"Excellent! Reward! A big reward! Everyone gets a share!"

"Wonderful!"

Soon, the Lady of the Lake emerged from the delivery room, cradling the baby, clearly enamored with the child. "Ryan, come see your child!"

"Oh, oh, oh!" Ryan was a bit overwhelmed as he approached the goddess, looking down at his child.

Though still wrinkled, the baby's features bore traces of both Ryan and Sulia, resembling the mother more.

"Let me see! Let me see!" Angron was equally excited. "What's my nephew like?"

"Oh! What a beautiful child!" The War Master was clearly fond of his nephew, leaning in for a closer look.

As Angron's face neared, the baby suddenly opened his eyes and let out a cry, struggling to open his swaddle.

Then, a stream of urine shot out, hitting Angron's face with a faint fishy smell.

"???!!!"

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