Chapter 483: Why Did the Emperor Visit Gamo?

Originally, when Eribas said Korsakax was not to be underestimated, Lu Se had some doubts.

After all, Eribas was an extremely arrogant, reckless, and foolish man who rarely genuinely praised anyone; if Eribas was not lying, then Korsakax must truly be dangerous enough.

Now, seeing that Korsakax—whom Eribas claimed to have killed—was still alive, Lu Se could only think of two possibilities.

The first was that Korsakax had deceived Eribas, escaped the pursuit of Khaan, Sharokin, and the others, and successfully fled with the Conqueror.

The second possibility was that Korsakax had gained the approval of Saint Doraemon, been resurrected by Saint Doraemon, and now served Saint Doraemon.

Either possibility proved Eribas's words true.

And now, it seemed far more likely to be the second.

This Regent of the World Eaters had once been merely a subordinate officer; now he was Lord of the World Eaters, the Chosen of Saint Doraemon—truly ambitious and deeply cunning, bearing the same flair as Guilliman of ten thousand years ago, who seized the entire Empire through sheer delay.

Not to be underestimated! Not to be underestimated!

He is deliberately not using his planet-destroying weapon, but instead using orbital bombardment and communication taunts to deceive him, demanding he board the Conqueror—there must be a trick here!

But Lu Se would not fall for such a ploy; he was, after all, the de facto co-commander of the Dark Angels Legion, and caution had been carved into his bones.

Without hesitation, his figure flickered and vanished into the shadows, taking the fallen angels beside him into immediate retreat, not a moment's pause.

"No wonder Lu Se is so famed—he saw through my scheme," Korsakax murmured in mild astonishment, feeling he had played a high-level game.

Korsakax had stationed five hundred World Eater axesmen on the bridge; had Lu Se accepted the challenge, they would have surged forward and chopped him into mincemeat.

But he had not expected Lu Se's caution, nor that he would see through Korsakax's plan, ruining his scheme.

Still, forcing Lu Se to retreat left Korsakax feeling quite satisfied.

Yet this left Captain Sarin silent, utterly baffled as to why Lu Se had fled.

In Captain Sarin's view, Korsakax's plan had no chance of success.

Five hundred World Eaters to fight Lu Se? This guy clearly hadn't read the files properly. Korsakax's mind wasn't bad—he was already irreplaceable among the World Eaters—but he was too naive and impulsive. Sarin felt she still had much to teach him.

Captain Sarin had a rough sense of Lu Se's strength; he was even slightly stronger than Khaan today. Five hundred World Eaters weren't enough to fill his teeth.

After Korsakax, without thinking or consulting Sarin, directly taunted Lu Se, Captain Sarin had already prepared to activate the Conqueror's faster-than-light engine and leave the planet's orbit, teleporting Lu Se into the cold void of deep space while the Conqueror slipped away through the warp.

But before Captain Sarin could flee, Lu Se fled first.

What was going on?

Captain Sarin simply could not understand why this had happened.

Why did he look as if he were afraid of Korsakax?

Shouldn't Eribas have told Lu Se Korsakax's true nature?

"Answer: Where did the Emperor visit and remain for an extended period during the twenty-ninth millennium of humanity, alongside the Eldar Elder Seer? What did He do there?"

Looking at the question that popped up from the lock on the iron door, Eribas—his body charred black and riddled with wounds—twitched in pain.

He and Bilar had already tried eleven locks in this cabin, answered eleven questions, and gotten none right.

Each question was more abstract, more bizarre, more nonsensical than the last.

"Why did the Emperor and Y Erda not bear any children?"

"What did the Emperor steal from Orpeson?"

"How many Primarchs are in the Alpha Legion? Are they loyal or traitorous?"

"Where is GW's biological mother?"

"Which four mouths in the universe are the most stubborn?"

"What are the names of the second and eleventh Primarchs?"

"Explain why numerology is a rigorous science." This string of questions left Eribas dizzy and bewildered; the deadliest part was that every wrong answer brought punishment.

The more times you answered the same question incorrectly, the punishment escalated exponentially.

The first wrong answer caused pain; the second inflicted serious injury; the third left irreversible damage.

According to Eribas's estimate, the fourth wrong answer would kill him outright.

That meant Eribas could answer each question at most three times.

There were seventeen locks in the cabin total; the chances for the first eleven had already been exhausted. If he could not solve the final six, he would be trapped here forever.

"Where was the Emperor during the twenty-ninth millennium of humanity? What was He doing?"

Eribas calmly pondered the question before him—he did have a clue.

Based on his prior visit to Gamo, the Emperor had likely been at Gamo during the twenty-ninth millennium.

The question mentioning the Emperor's visit alongside the Eldar Elder Seer further confirmed it.

As for what the Emperor was doing… Eribas paused, then whispered:

"During the twenty-ninth millennium, the Emperor visited Gamo and remained there for an extended period."

"His purpose was to acquire Eldar technology for the Great Crusade."

This was the most reasonable, most likely answer.

The Eldar Collapse had already erupted, Slaanesh had been born, and the warp storms had been scattered; the Emperor's visit to Gamo was clearly to obtain Eldar technology—why else would He have come with the Eldar Elder Seer?

"Incorrect answer."

A cold voice rang out; suddenly, a thousand needle-like spikes appeared in the air and pierced Eribas's skin.

Eribas screamed in agonizing pain.

Not to obtain Eldar technology?

Then why the hell did the Emperor go to Gamo?

To shop? To indulge? To enjoy? To pay for a one-night fling with a bean sprout girl?

Though he thought this in his heart, Eribas did not truly believe the Emperor went to Gamo for frivolous reasons.

After all, He was the False Emperor—devoid of humanity, cold, inhuman, terrifying, a black sun suspended above the warp; His divinity was entirely human, nothing else.

He went to Gamo for humanity's sake—certainly!

Eribas was utterly certain.

(End of Chapter)