"I am a benevolent god emperor, choose the path of your own destruction." The God Emperor of Planets looking at the God of the Seven Faces.
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The next morning, Aenar looked up at the sky and smiled. "Looks like someone's nervous and indecisive." He muttered as the smile grew on his face.
He could see, his vision went beyond the limits of mortals and into the world of the gods, looking directly at the God of the Seven Faces.
The Supreme God of Westeros was undecided.
Of course, Aenar knew the reason for the God of the Seven Faces' indecision.
Stay in the Riverlands and fight him or return to Old Town and protect the city.
It was both a choice and a sacrifice.
If the God of the Seven Faces remained in Riverlands, he would have to support the war and spend more divine power. If the war was lost, he would practically be giving Westeros to Aenar on a silver platter. At the same time, the center of his religion would be destroyed, dealing a huge blow to the morale of the faithful, thus affecting his gaining of faith.
If the God of the Seven Faces protected Old Town, the Religion of the Seven would actually survive longer and morale would be extremely high, but as it was written above, he would be giving Westeros to Aenar again.
The God of the Seven Faces knew that if this happened, Aenar would outlaw the Faith of the Seven and implement another religion in Westeros, practically keeping it at bay. And when he lost too many believers, he would be like the Dragon Gods, forced to sleep and never wake up.
"That's how humans feel when faced with a choice." Aenar murmured with a smile. "Will you act on logic or emotion?"
Aenar was really looking forward to killing this annoying God who had no defined gender.
"Sigismund, order all troops to attack, we're conquering Harrenhal today." Aenar spoke, looking at his faithful guardian.
Aenar's plan was simple, force the God of the Seven Faces to make his choice today.
"Yes, my emperor." Sigismund showed a respectful look and left Aenar's tent, walking towards the Main Tent.
Aenar didn't look at Sigismund, he looked at his own hand, where an obsidian dagger could be seen twirling between his fingers.
"Destined Death." Aenar muttered. "A worthy name for the god-killing weapon."
"Unfortunately it doesn't work against Chaos Gods." Aenar showed a helpless look. He could kill the Gods with this dagger because of the Warp Energy, but could he kill the Chaos Gods with the energy they were generated from?
Using Fated Death on Chaos Gods would be like pouring water on fish.
Aenar estimated that to kill such abstract entities, he would really have to have the Law of Death crystallized into a weapon to at least try to kill a Chaos God and the chances of that happening were even less than 1%.
The reason was simple: if the Chaos Gods could be killed, they wouldn't really die, because they are the embodiment of the thoughts of intelligent beings throughout the Known Universe, especially humans.
To really kill the Chaos Gods, Aenar would have to kill all the races in the Known Universe, even the humans themselves, but that was obviously impossible.
"Do I have to kill the laws that govern the universe? Destroy the Warp? But how do you destroy a dimension responsible for the sentient collective of all life in the universe?" Aenar thought about the possibilities, but no matter how much he thought, a huge barrier always prevented him from continuing his train of thought.
It wasn't his fault, but it really was difficult to think of something on this level. Perhaps when he became more powerful he would be able to think more clearly, but right now, it was impossible for him to create such a plan out of thin air.
In the end, Aenar put the matter aside and focused on what was most important at the moment.
Killing a god!
Aenar's orders were implemented and the entire army was ready in less than two hours, which was a reasonable amount of time, given the number of soldiers and preparations so that an army of this size could be used more easily.
Aenar, who was wearing black armor with draconic details, looked at the two hundred thousand soldiers and showed a satisfied look.
Especially the five hundred Astartes, modified human beings superior to any human in the world. True killing machines.
Visenya stood next to Aenar, looking at the army with a nostalgic expression. She never thought she would live to command such a large army.
Previously, when she was still just an exile and fugitive, she had dreamed of commanding three hundred soldiers and found that dream too ambitious, but seeing the army of two hundred thousand men before her, she realized that the world really does turn.
One day she was fighting to survive and the next she was in Westeros fighting to regain her home.
"Don't get distracted, this battle is important." Aenar warned with a serious tone. "Don't stay away from me or the five hundred Astartes."
For Visenya's protection, Aenar simply gave her five hundred Astartes to command, a force equal to probably the entire current army.
Honestly, if the Astartes had the right technology, Aenar wouldn't even need to use such a large army, maybe two or three Astartes would be enough to decimate the entire army of House Baratheon and Lannister.
(Note: When are Astartes needed to conquer the Earth? One? Two?)
"Don't worry husband, I still want to get married in Harrenhal." Visenya didn't feel irritated by Aenar's words. On the contrary, she seemed happy about it, because in the smallest details she could see how much Aenar cared about her.
Aenar rolled his eyes, only Visenya could think of getting married on such a warlike occasion, but he liked this warlike side of his wife. He would a thousand times rather have a woman accompanying him on the battlefield than a pretty vase used only to satisfy his carnal desires.
Passion could fade, love disappear, but companionship was truly precious in his eyes.
"Don't worry, even if I have to kidnap you, we'll get married in this burnt-out castle." Aenar spoke with a serious and solemn tone, as if he were saying something full of justice.
This time it was Visenya's turn to roll her eyes, she looked at her husband speechlessly, but she liked his words, it showed that he was determined to marry her.
"What about your fight with Robert?" Visenya asked slightly worried. She knew that Aenar wouldn't use his powers and fight Robert man to man.
Aenar didn't answer and looked at the endless timelines, but then canceled the use of his powers and answered in a calm, deep tone. "It won't happen today, but it won't be far off, maybe in two weeks or a month."
Honestly, he wasn't surprised by this. According to the previous plan, he would have had to stay in Harrenhal for a year before the final battle began, but after the creation of the five hundred Adeptus Astartes, that time had been shortened countless times. Especially after the holy war that was about to begin in the Reach.
What was supposed to last a year was shortened by more than eleven months, showing that choices in the present could drastically change the future.
In Aenar's eyes, a person's future was like a long rope. In this same rope there were knots in it, each of which represented an important choice in a person's life. When a person made their choice, fate would practically create another rope out of thin air.
Just imagine two possibilities.
In one life you choose to be a bandit, the choices in that life will be based on that initial choice.
If in another life you choose to be an honest worker, the trajectory of your life will be completely different from the life you chose to start as a crook.
Each knot in the rope is a similar choice, as soon as that choice is made, your destiny will change accordingly and many other knots in the rope will appear, thus repeating an eternal cycle of choices, decisions and feelings, and finally, death.
(Note: did you understand? I really don't know if you will...)
Originally, Aenar and Robert's fight would be at the end of the year, but at that moment, Aenar discovered that after creating the Astartes, that time had been greatly reduced, showing that when he made the choice, fate changed accordingly.
Visenya wasn't relieved by those words, but she was slightly worried about Aenar's safety. Although she hated to admit it, she had to reluctantly admit that Robert really was a great warrior. If it was Aenar with powers, she had no doubt that Aenar could tear Robert in half with his bare hands, but if Aenar fought without powers...
How could Aenar not guess what the girl was thinking by looking at her expression?
Placing his armor-covered hand on Visenya's head, Aenar spoke in a gentle, calm tone. "Believe your husband, I'm not a man who loses fights."
"If you get hurt, I won't treat your injuries." Visenya said with an angry and fierce expression, but with her sweet, delicate and beautiful facial features, it was really difficult to create a truly fierce expression with that face.
Showing a teasing smile, Aenar replied with a touch of amusement. "Since you don't want to, I'll let Arianne take care of my injuries."
"You dare!" Visenya practically snarled at his words, she widened her eyes and looked at Aenar with a truly angry expression.
"Just kidding." Still with a smile on his lips, Aenar replied in an amused tone while looking at the girl with an innocent gaze.
"Humph!" Visenya snorted coldly and looked at Aenar with a seemingly fierce gaze. "You're getting meaner and meaner, you obviously want to intimidate me just like Leda, but you can only intimidate her."
Leda, who was standing behind Aenar, pursed her lips tightly, looking at Visenya with a resentful gaze. Visenya's words practically encouraged Aenar to provoke her instead of Visenya herself.
However, as it was the queen herself saying these things, the words that were ready to be said to anyone, could not be uttered to the queen. In the end, Leda looked at Aenar with resentment, as if she blamed him for everything. Which was true, he was to blame for everything.
Aenar ignored the stares from the two women, although he found what was happening at the moment incredibly amusing. His human nature became a little stronger at that moment, showing that the path he had been thinking about was correct.
In order not to become an emotionless machine in the future, he should be surrounded by emotions, especially from the people close to him, which could help even more.
"They've started to move." Aenar spoke, drawing the attention of Visenya and Leda.
Numerous people could be seen at the top of the castle walls, bows and more bows filled their hands.
"It looks like they want a war of consumption." Aenar commented with a smile. It was a good strategy at the moment, but in the end, being trapped in Harrenhal would be Tywin's fault. For the gates of Harrenhal themselves are not invincible.
Yes, the castle was indeed an almost magical fortress, but it had no moats and the gates could be breached with the right weapon. So staying inside Harrenhal was rather stupid in Aenar's eyes.
But Aenar didn't underestimate Tywin's intelligence, the man was more cunning than an old fox.
"Let's start the war." Aenar spoke as he drew Lady Lya from her scabbard and held her firmly in his hand.
Looking at the army ready before him, Aenar raised his sword high and spoke with a calm tone.
"Advance my brave soldiers and destroy my enemies!" Aenar's voice seemed to be magical, as it reached all of the more than two hundred thousand men and women.
The next moment, shouts rang out throughout the army.
"For the King!!!"
"For the Messiah!!!
"To House Targaryen!!!"
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