Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"My invincible army, ready to spread my name across the galaxy and conquer worlds for the Emperor of Mankind." God Emperor of Humanity seeing the Twenty Astartes Legions in front of him.

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Moans of pain and agony could be heard inside the tent, apart from Aenar, Sigismund was still the only one standing. All five hundred Astartes were lying on the ground moaning in pain, some even had broken arms or legs, others had blood dripping from their broken noses.

"I have disciplined them, my king." Sigismund spoke as he approached Aenar, his voice carrying a hint of pleasure as he looked down at the fallen soldiers.

"That's a good tradition, something similar will happen every time new Astartes are created, as well as serving to show the strength of the commander to the Astartes themselves." Aenar let out a low laugh and commented with a smile on his lips.

Sigismund nodded, it really was a great way to discipline the soldiers and show the strength of the commander, the strong always gain admiration from the weaker, it was a natural thing engraved in human genes.

Aenar looked up towards the sky and couldn't help but flash a sarcastic smile, he could feel the gaze of the God of the Seven Faces constantly falling on him, this time it was no different and he could sense a touch of murderous intent in the gaze of the most revered god in Westeros.

He was angry. Aenar could feel it, the god was angry at the creation of the Astartes. The king could understand the anger of the God of the Seven Faces, the creation of the Astartes had practically changed the course of the world to a degree that no god wanted to see.

Humans became stronger.

This was a fact that no god, no matter how much they wanted humanity to survive, wanted humanity to grow stronger. Just like Aenar's thoughts, the gods knew that as humanity grew stronger, humans would stop believing in the gods.

It was like the Renaissance era, where thinking gradually moved away from the divine and focused on science. With science, humans lost their innocence and finally opened their eyes to the corrupt and immoral Church.

(Note: This sentence is not meant to induce hatred or sow discord. I'm a Catholic, so don't misunderstand, but I'm not an extremist and I never will be, religion is just a spiritual pillar for me and nothing more).

How could the gods allow their cattle to stop believing in them? Without faith, could they survive without faith after the end of humanity came again?

A smile appeared on Aenar's lips as he felt the increasingly murderous gaze upon him. Only then would the God of the Seven Faces descend on the world again and when that happened, he would be seriously injured to say the least!

"Has something happened, my king?" Sigismund noticed the cold, murderous look in the king's eyes and asked in a calm, serious tone.

"It's nothing, just a clown who's angry but doesn't dare fight me." Aenar responded by calming down and an amused smile reappeared on his lips.

Sigismund didn't ask any more questions and went back to helping the Astartes lying on the ground.

Leaving the tent, Aenar walked towards the Main Tent where the army's decisions were made. As soon as he entered, he saw Rhaenys and Visenya with blood on their armor, besides them, Oberyn looked the most tired, the man was truly exhausted.

After being reprimanded by Aenar, Oberyn became the one who most wanted to work in the army, the man never missed a battle when it occurred and was always on the front line accompanied by his daughters.

Oberyn and the Sand Snakes really made a name for themselves in the army, especially the Sand Snakes. Apart from Obara, who was an extremely muscular and unladylike woman, the other two serpents were beautiful women.

These two women were really to the taste of the Northerners and Valley Lords, so Oberyn wasn't happy to receive so many marriage proposals from these Northern and Valley nobles.

While others didn't care for Obera, Tormund seemed the opposite, Obara found herself surrounded by the loud, red-haired man. Which made Obera's sisters laugh at her and start talking about the names of the giant children she and Tormund would have when they got married.

But Aenar had to admit, Tormund had a peculiar taste in women. Not that he was judging, after all, taste in women was so relative that there was no point in arguing about it.

Even Tyrion looked tired, the man had been fighting Tywin day and night in a deadly battle of wits. Aenar didn't interfere because he knew that this was Tyrion's way of getting back at his father and he seemed happy with a war of wits.

"I see you're all tired, I'm glad." Aenar spoke with an amused tone, seeing that everyone was working hard and he was just relaxing.

Being king wasn't that difficult, especially when you had competent ministers. At the same time, Aenar was not a tyrant with a hunger for power and control, he had no problem delegating power and reflecting while focusing on the most important matters.

As king, Aenar only needed to point in the direction he wanted the kingdom to go, the rest would be given to the ministers to manage. He had more important things to focus on than the development of the kingdom, especially with the Evil Gods drawing ever closer and the Chaos Gods in the distant future.

Visenya rolled her eyes in front of her husband's amused words, standing erect in her chair, she asked with a lazy expression. "Are the soldiers ready?"

Aenar nodded and didn't hide it from Oberyn and Tyrion. "The five hundred Astartes are ready for war."

Aenar's words confused Oberyn and Tyrion; they didn't know of any army called the Astartes.

Without waiting for them to ask, Aenar patiently explained in a calm tone: "Adeptus Astartes isn't an army, it's a rank that soldiers will receive after undergoing certain training."

Oberyn and Tyrion didn't understand the rank part, but they did understand that Adeptus Astartes were elite soldiers trained by magic. Magic was never considered a secret in Volantis, they had personally seen magic they had never even thought of seeing in their lives.

"How strong did they get?" Rhaenys asked curiously. Although she couldn't be as strong as the Astartes right now, she had infinite potential compared to those five hundred Astartes.

Just imagine that the Astartes were already born adults and had no more room to develop and become stronger. In comparison, Titus, Sigismund, Visenya and Rhaenys grew stronger at a much slower pace, but had the potential to be true demigods and gods.

"The strongest has seven times the strength of an ordinary man and the weakest has four times the strength of an ordinary man." Aenar's words made Oberyn and Tyrion's eyes widen in utter disbelief.

They had seen Sigismund's fight against Jaime and understood perfectly what Aenar's words meant.

They both looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes. Previously they had thought that Titus and Sigismund were just a rare event, but Aenar's words destroyed that preposition in an instant.

Now knowing that these soldiers could be mass-produced simply overturned all logic in the world for them.

House Targaryen was invincible.

That was Oberyn and Tyrion's conclusion after processing the information in their minds. Of this, they had not the slightest shadow of doubt.

Just imagining an entire army of Sigismund's strength made them realize how lucky they were to be on the winning side of this civil war. At the same time, the pressure on their shoulders seemed infinitely weaker.

Fighting the Night King had become a recurring burden for both Aenar ministers and no one could blame them for feeling afraid in front of monsters like the White Walkers and the Night King.

"Your Grace, how many of these soldiers can be trained in a year?" Tyrion quickly asked while completely forgetting his exhaustion.

"That's relative, I need blood to transform the soldiers, so the more blood I have, the more Astartes I can create." Aenar made no secret of it and spoke directly of the materials needed to turn ordinary soldiers into Astartes.

Tyrion wasn't surprised, he had read about Ancient Valyria's blood magic, so he really wasn't surprised to learn that the king needed blood.

"The blood of almost fifteen thousand people managed to create five hundred Astartes." Aenar spoke, causing Tyrion to nod. As he had expected, the price of creating such soldiers was indeed great.

They weren't talking about fifteen thousand cows or sheep, but fifteen thousand people. And conflicts that could cause so many deaths were not common.

"Your Grace, let's delay the final war as long as possible and kill the soldiers of House Baratheon and Lannister." Tyrion didn't care if these people would be his vassals and people in the future.

The war to decide if humanity would survive was approaching, sacrifices had to be made and he was willing to kill as many people as possible to create more Astartes.

Aenar looked at the dwarf in front of him and smiled. One of the reasons he liked Tyrion was that the man could see the current situation rationally and coldly, perhaps he had inherited that part from Tywin.

"Tyrion, if your performance is satisfactory, I will personally use blood magic to cure you of your deformities." Aenar's words made Tyrion's eyes go wide.

However, the Hand of the King soon calmed down and bowed to Aenar. "I will fulfill your trust in me, Your Grace."

Tyrion's eyes were completely cold and he was ready to start a massacre. As for the rest, he didn't care and didn't even want to think about it.

Right now, he just wanted to be healed and finally be a normal person in the eyes of the world.

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