Emperor's Bane

Chapter 245 The Chess Game of the Lord of Humanity
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"I have an idea."

"A good idea."

The shriveled sound that is infinitely approaching metal friction echoes under the old hood, and the living dead who has already stolen thousands of years of life is covering another body of unknown origin, the shadow cast by the imperial battleship muttering to himself.

On its not-so-broad back, the [Eternal Blazing Sun], which is composed of a Celtic circular knot and a silver sun, is the symbol of the Second Legion. This simple pattern tells that the Spider Queen is choosing The tricks and brutishness in the world are also accompanied by the singing of the double-headed sky eagle, and they continue to expand to the Far East border, becoming the symbol of Avalon's rule over countless hive cities and the world.

For some, this dark silvery round sun symbolizes peace and stability, the end of thousands of years of chaos, while for others it is nothing more than a fake smile after a terrible carnage, It is the first horn of terror about the darker and brutal reign of the Imperium of Man.

But for Sergeant Tralassin, other people's opinions are meaningless. In his eyes, this round of friendly metal is just a simple mark printed on another identity of him. He occasionally This kind of discrimination is needed, after all, you can't always count on the memory of an old man, and protecting ancient relics and maintaining museums consumes energy and brainpower.

And this is also the reason why the overlord of the Necrons will stay in these mortal armies for a long time. Their system has a certain kind of well-organized convenience. The afterglow of the Necrontyr Empire, and the quieter days before the War in Heaven.

In addition, those generations of Dawnbreakers who unintentionally explored various tombs and ruins with him have also become more and more skilled under his leadership and training. He even began to enjoy commanding them in the ruins of various civilizations. The feeling of rampage in the middle: these young new races have occasional flashes of inspiration, which is the only point that they are better than the old subordinates under Tarasin, but it is enough to make the overlord of the Necrons fall into a temporary love of the new and loathing the old up.

If there is really a fly in the ointment, it is nothing more than that the gene mother of the Second Legion has a billions of prejudices against enthusiasts like Traasin. Every second when the necromancer meets the Primarch, I can clearly feel the boiling malice in the latter: it is a desire for destruction that can barely be compared with the fusion of countless kinds of terrible torture that is no less than the collection of Comoros, and it is a deformed emotion that can never grow normally .

Although I have thought about it for a long time, most of the young races like this are full of hostility to foreign races, but such an extreme case as conspicuous as the Spider Queen, even Traasin can't help feeling strange.

But to the Necrophobia chief artist and critic who was and is, it was a trifle, and he could even guess what made the Lord of the Second Legion so strange: it was clear that the creators of these Primarchs were a An unborn genius with extraordinary imagination and action, as well as the ambition to burn the entire galaxy, but his technical level is far from matching his ambition. Morgan's deformed thinking is just a direct manifestation of this gap.

But there is one thing that is very good: Although the hostility of the Lord of the Second Legion towards the overlord of the dead has boiled to the point where it is almost visible to the naked eye, her precious rationality still firmly suppresses the desire to destroy, which makes her see clearly. The value of the undead overlord also allowed Sergeant Traasin to retain his place in Avalon's army, and continued his observation with great interest.

Yes, when the Dawnbreakers finally reunited with their Genemother on that unnamed world, watching the newly returned Primarch became Tralassin's main activity as he awaited this vile creature The day when those contradictions broke out in my body, and I look forward to getting a chance at that time.

A Primarch, whose collection value cannot be described in any words, even if you look at the entire Solenums Museum, there are not many existences that can be compared with it: for that sliver of possibility, a little time and a body like this To the overlord of the dead spirits, things that were not important at all were not within the scope of Traasin's concerns.

For Traasin, even if the Lord of the Second Legion drives her out, he will tirelessly follow this unreturned collection until the day comes when she [changes her mind]: Sergeant Traasin may Disappeared with Morgan's evil thoughts, but the priest Trasim, the captain of Trassin or the justice of Trassine are endless, and they are enough to show the sincerity of the Necron overlord for Morgan, the top collection .

Perhaps it was because of the realization of this possibility that Traasin, who had countless followers, became the first surviving alien under the Spider Queen's hands, but he could no longer touch any important matters of the legion, even his own job. Work has been permanently [suspended].

Of course, the Necromancer is so happy. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, he has become a sad veteran of Terra who accidentally offended the Primarch and was shelved. Let him engage in some long-lost beneficial activity.

For example...

think.

Traasin was thinking.

Think carefully.

For others, this may not be a good thing.

In the past 1000 years, Traasin has rarely thought about something as seriously as he is now: the last time he thought about it was about a few decades ago, when he copied that piece of wasteland that had been washed out of shape by time. The enthronement of a golden king.

"The First Unity of Terra": That painting hangs in his favorite corridor, as a complacency about his individual artistic level, and bragging capital when he meets Aurikan next time: this It must be useful.

And as for what Tralassin was thinking about...

"boom--"

The dull sound played less than five kilometers away from the Necromancer Overlord. It was the reverberation of an assault operation. It was the last resort to detonate the core reactor in the orbital refinery with a scalpel-style precision strike, thereby destroying those atmospheric fortresses. Means: Three Stormbirds engraved with aces are the hosts of this fireworks feast, and the fully armed Dawnbreaker assault team in their stomachs is the real drummer and flute player, accompanied by the overlord of the dead The involuntary tune in the operational code started a new carnage.

Traasin quietly watched the fortress at the top of the atmosphere turn into a wriggling mist of fire in front of him, and witnessed the balance of victory and despair tipping over without any suspense between the offensive and defensive sides. The necromancer overlord, who maintains a terrifying sobriety and madness in the middle, can easily see that in these short few Terran standard years, Bai Jun, who cannot even complete a normal drama of the necrons During the gap, the tactical cooperation of the Dawnbreakers has made terrible progress. Their cooperation has changed from a terrible mutual harm to a multilateral art for various situations. Mutual support and protection of friendly forces have become their The core and most important part of tactics.

The Lord of Solenams could even clearly feel that a trace of unwillingness and pain flashed through his logic as cold as a tomb: never in time, these sincere emotions also existed in the soul of the Necrontyr. Among the noble children, but now, he can only remember the fragmented memories of these young races with infinite future.

Such emotions combined with the killing feast that appeared in front of him allowed the broken fragments of the Necrons that could only exist in the thinking line to be connected more smoothly, and finally pieced together a piece of contempt that made the Lord of Solenams smile. In the past, let him look at those majestic imperial warships, and can't help but look forward to a certain day in the future.

Traasin remembered, and he remembered what he had been thinking: Oh, he was so careless, how could he forget that important person?How could he forget the second most humorous Necrophobe lord in the entire galaxy after the curator of the Solenums Museum? He was one of Solenums' most desired guests.

Perhaps he could have invited the great humorist and his unsentimental bodyguard to a false feast that did not exist, and then kindly invited them to stay at Solenams for a while, and he believed that the old man was not Will reject this beautiful suggestion: Of course, all of this is not important now, after all, he needs to wait for the awakening of the Sole Nams waiting to be collected, which is a job that requires patience.

But right now, what he needs to care about is another thing, a trivial matter that is not that important, such as the huge gas planet in front of him: he remembers that this world seems to be called Miasma, or something else Weird name, but that doesn't matter, like the world itself.

One of the many isolationists in the Aegis sector, this gas giant is nothing more than a small colony of orbiting refineries around its atmosphere, eking out a living off of passing fleets peddling fuel, just in time to resupply. The station and transfer station are the only positioning of the empire, and the force sent by the Second Army is the best embodiment of this positioning: the No.30 third company led by Captain Diarmud, and A professionally strengthened naval fleet trampled this shaky human colony underfoot.

They even restored the Dawnbreaker tradition in due course, and forgave the meager survival resources of the Miasma as much as possible. The enemy has become the property of the Dawn Queen: Dawnbreaker's follow-up fleet will bring rebuilding supplies, and even food looted from Heldo's destruction, and make Miasma become the fastest time with no money. A loyal servant of the Federation of Avalon.

Of course, Traasin doesn't care about all of this, because such means of conquest and tenderness are simply countless these days: after easily destroying Herdo, the staunchest resister, with Morgan's order, Dawn The Legion of Raiders quickly dispersed. According to the plan and responsibilities that had been established long ago, they bit the worlds in the Aegis sector like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, striving to bring this sector to its knees before the Spider Queen as quickly as possible. under his riding boots.

Crowds of Morgan's Sons took their respective companies as units, either in groups, or with a large number of mortal auxiliaries, and pounced on their mission targets. The flames of battle quickly ignited, and most of them ended quickly. A steady stream of logistics fleets came from Avalon and Tigress one after another, ensuring the timely end of this grand operation: in charge of the destruction of Heldor, the Lord of the Second Legion would start from those who have been passed down for thousands of years. On the corpses of the ancient family, she got enough food and wealth, and she generously threw them all out, as a gift for those conquered worlds, in exchange for their basic loyalty to the new ruler.

Under the cross-influence of powerful military power and abundant support materials, Manlok, the second figure in the Aegis sector, who is nine times the size of Holy Terra, quickly succumbed, and all the war clans knelt on the ground, They handed over their covenant of eternal allegiance to Morgan, and the Lord of Legion stayed in this world full of strange ruins for an extraordinarily long time, and even recalled Cortez's fleet specifically, not knowing what new things he was doing Activity.

After the two star sector giants set an example with their lives and lives, the remaining worlds in the Aegis sector made their choices in less than a standard month of Terra. Most of the worlds were shadowed by the fleet of the Imperium of Man When the sun was shining, they let go of their last luck, and a few soft bones even took the initiative to find the fleet that had not yet reached their destination, and respectfully offered their land and people.

No. 20 seven days after Herdo fell into a raging fire, the entire star area became the purse of the Lord of the Second Legion. Utilize it as the foundation of Morgan's ambitious plan, and the more than 200 million mortal auxiliary army, under the command of the accompanying Iron Warriors, began to work hard to build various strong fortresses, as their base for future defense and supervision of this star area , there will be at least a company of Dawnbreakers and a whole reinforced fleet to carry out this mission with them, and they can get ten times the reinforcements at any time.

Of course, Traasin knew that this was far from enough: even with the huge reinforcements at least ten times larger, it was far from enough. This star area that seemed to be eternally happy actually had a terrible opponent buried, Buried one of the best military commanders in the Necrontyr Dynasty in the past, the war art of the new generation of human beings is like a rotten sandcastle discarded by children on the beach in the eyes of that person.

Traasin remembered it well: right near the center between Heldor and Miasma, whirled a desolate, unremarkable-looking world, one that the most whimsical explorer would not have thought of. Cast any glance, it is the result of thousands of defense measures sticking to their posts for 6000 million years.

In that world, in the desert in the eyes of outsiders, there is a huge tomb fortress full of watchtowers hidden. Thousands of elite soldiers and generals have fallen into an almost eternal sleep there, waiting for their master's death. Call again, or any outsider unlucky enough to disturb them.

That world, named Ghidrin, is not the famous Crown World, but it is one of the most famous core military worlds in the Necrontyr Dynasty, not for anything else, because its owner is the wise Zandrek, The great crowned general, one of the kind that Traasin rarely admires and misses: Although this kind of nostalgia always appears side by side with a strange desire to collect, it is not a big problem, and he believes Zandrek will not mind it. little bit.

But that's beside the point: Traasin was pretty sure that under the watchful eyes of the crowned general's enviably loyal bodyguard, Ghidrin might survive his long slumber, and that Zandrek and his army would emerge sooner or later. In today's galaxy, this moment may be tomorrow, or it may be 1 years later. Anyway, Traasin doesn't care about the specific numbers. For him, time has already lost any meaning.

What really matters is what will happen when the crowned general wakes up and his army appears out of nowhere in the deadly soft belly of mankind...

Another trace of fluctuations passed through the calculation logic of the necron overlord, and his consciousness network told him that it was a kind of happy emotion that was almost gloating: such emotions will only increase at this moment, because no one is better than always The sober Lord of Solenams understands better that Ghidling is only a part of a huge force, and the crowned general is just the vanguard general of a terrible dynasty. Their awakening will not be the whole of a disaster, but The opening song of a great catastrophe.

Of course, this is for humans.

After adding this crucial point in his mind, Traasin waved his hand in response to the Dawnbreakers who greeted him, and continued to think about his own idea.

He has been planning this idea for a very long time: after he saw the Primarch for the first time, and then saw where the so-called [Avalon] was, his core that had been running for thousands of years The processor is constantly urging the birth of this idea.

This idea that is constantly being refurbished revolves around a deadly, ridiculous, ridiculous reality: how its adjectives are solely because of the position of those who look at it, at least in Traasin's eyes, it is ridiculous Yes, it's like the home star of the Necrontyr was chosen by an unconscious star god, which caused Chi Yudi to be cursed with a short life, and then affected the history of the entire galaxy. It's so ridiculous that people can't help but suspect that everything is the eccentric reality of a third-rate novel.

Perhaps in the eyes of human beings, the world named Avalon is a very good mother star, a heart that is both remote, mysterious and lonely, and the only master of the Far Eastern frontier: but the Necrons know that in Farther east of Avalon, where Morgan has not yet explored, is located in the barren star region north of Damocles Bay, where a huge Crown World sleeps.

Golden Mandala: This name symbolizes a great necromancer dynasty, and it symbolizes the Sotek dynasty, which ranks third in strength among all the former people. It has the most powerful army in the eastern part of the galaxy, and it sleeps in A The golden mandala world next door to Wallonia.

The dozens of tomb worlds under the command of the Sotek dynasty are spread all over the Far East border: just like the Ghidling land is in the Aegis star area, other large and small tomb worlds are filled with Damocles and other tomb worlds. In the eyes of the Lord of the Second Legion, the northern or triple star area, such a place is nothing more than the future core of her ruled area, a soft and rotten area that does not need to worry too much, but it is precisely here that Suo Tai is sleeping. The army of the Ke Dynasty is sleeping with a soulless killer who can wake up at any time.

For a moment, Traasin even wanted to hide this secret forever, and then record the performance of the Primarch who heard the awakening of the Sotek dynasty army at that moment in his collection forever: The quality is certainly not superlative, but good enough for a visitor with that taste.

But he knew that this was impossible: the Primarch was far more sensitive than he expected, and the rule of the Sotek Dynasty in the Far East border left countless traces that could not be erased. In a few years, she would discover the existence of the Sotek Dynasty herself, and under the urging of her amazing hatred and cautious attitude, she would dig out more secrets of this ancient dynasty.

But right now, Morgan is still in a state of uncertainty, in a daze groping for the door of the closet, a fleeting opportunity that will bring a sinful reward, Will be implemented in a side-grazing motion that is not so recognized by other Necrons.

Naturally, he had to consider another possibility, an idea that could bring more benefits and fun, and more appeal to the non-existent heart of the Necromancer Overlord: maybe he could use this news as a bait , as a suitable disguise, as the source of an invisible transaction, to let the ignorant Primarch walk into the track he arranged, and the end of this track must be the best resting bed for Soler Nams , and eternal peace.

After all, who could say no to a Primarch as the crown diamond of the Solenams Museum, which would take his lifelong career of historic preservation to a pinnacle unmatched by anyone: by comparison, Sotek The little privacy issue of the dynasty is something that doesn't really need to be considered at all.

Anyway, with the territory and expansion speed of the Avalon Federation, sooner or later they will discover the weird existence under their feet. All Traasin has to do is to seize the blank period of information and use a few illusory words in exchange for the strange existence he wants. The practical benefits that matter: he's good at it.

Of course, as said before, this will be a long-term plan, a century-based operation, a hunt with countless baits laid: he will not take the final step too early, after all, although he does not He didn't care about the ambition and desire of the human lord, and he didn't have any more curiosity about the results of the Great Crusade, but he knew very well that once this plan was really implemented and exposed, nothing would stop the human empire's army from breaking through Sole Nams, in front of that strange human lord, Traasin is not sure enough to hide his precious museum, nor does he have enough confidence to believe that the Nihirak Dynasty can stop the crusade army from all over the galaxy.

Perhaps by that time, his countrymen might be more willing to kick him out to take the blame: they've already wanted to.

Therefore, he would rather wait, he would rather start this plan quietly, starting from letting the master of Avalon notice that a neighbor is sleeping in the ground of his own country, he will choose a suitable time to start this game, Then exit at the right time, from a short-lived actor to a long-term audience.

It will not be easy, Traasin knows, and there will be setbacks: the Sotek Dynasty is not all asleep, like that third-rate poor seer who is slow to return to the stubborn exhibits of Solenamus, The most insidious and dishonest of all the Necrontyrs and Necrons: Orikan, of course, they call him the Scryer.

Aurikan is also a figure of the Sotek dynasty, and his cheap loyalty is enough to allow him to tear the latitude of time to prevent the destruction of the Sotek dynasty's sleep: maybe he is doing it now, but Traasin is Not in the least afraid of this, on the contrary, he looks forward to the confrontation between the Scrytor and the Primarch, and to the confrontation between the Scrytor and him, just as he looks forward to his own confrontation with the Primarch.

Because the Infinity saw a strange fate, the electric current from his thought network convinced him that after this series of duels, the stage named "Skylord" in the Solenams Museum must have There will be no more emptiness.

Thinking of this, the Endless even felt a false excitement after a long absence: the two greatest exhibits, and the one that is even better than Aurikan, not to mention in those worlds of the Sotek dynasty, but there are some things that make people feel like He is quite a heart-warming souvenir. In the face of these final rewards, what is the privacy of the Sotek dynasty?

If they are really overthrown because of this, it just shows that one of the once powerful overlord dynasties can only be reduced to a part of the terrible natural selection of the Necrontyr, and in the eyes of today's Necrons, any The losers are not worthy of fundamental sympathy: what's more, from the very beginning, Traasin never thought about the possibility of the destruction of the Sotek dynasty. He will only notice a few traces of something wrong from him, and what happens afterwards depends entirely on Morgan's personal ability and performance. The Endless One will only faithfully record all this and enthusiastically guide a wrong direction.

If the Primarch is really stupid enough to believe his words, then she will never find the golden mandala in her life: after all, Trazyn is still a Necron, and he will not betray his real interests... maybe .

And if the Primarch chooses to trust her own judgment...

The great essence of a play is the sense of the unknown: that artless fellow in Orikan will never understand it, and he is sure to spoil it all.

This will be a duel, a heart-pounding, long-lost duel, a continuous and wonderful trio: he will first engage in an invisible guessing game with the Primarch of Humanity, and after the Lord of Avalon realizes a In the presence of his ancient neighbour, he would make misleading statements in a doomed interrogation, halting human exploration to those smaller worlds, which may be insignificant, but which hold several of the Solenums museums. Lost items, as Trazyn's labor cost.

Then, the showdown with the astrologer is the real highlight. He will record every movement of this arrogant gentleman eager to reverse all this. It is too big, no one wants to recruit the Three Holy Guards, and before this limit, their duel is an irregular competition that transcends common sense and morality.

As for Orikan and the Primarch... No matter what kind of story will happen between them, it has nothing to do with him. He is looking forward to the defeat of any one of them, and that person is likely to be Orikan, his The record of body and shame would be the finest collection in the Solenams Museum, he swore.

Such a triple drama will be more interesting than any boring ancient plot, and its price is just two or three ordinary tomb worlds of the Sotek Dynasty: with the superficial knowledge of human beings, they will be confident that this is Sotek The entire dynasty is gone, and even if it is the Three Holy Guards, or the trial meeting of the overlords, there will be no more problems.

Yes, that's it.

The last line of thinking was also fed back after a brief flicker. The Lord of Solenums proudly summarized his plan, and began to wait for another conversation with the Primarch. He knew very well that it was his The first step in the official start of the plan.

And when it begins, so will his harvest, and nothing can stand in the way: who will see through his schemes in the shadows?Is it Orikan who always messes things up?Or the immature and unbelievable Primarch?
Ha, they will all be defeated by him.

No one can predict all this in time, and no one can stop it.

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"And what did you foresee?"

[A broken future, an interesting spoiler, among the tens of thousands of duels we have planned, that inconspicuous turning point has a unique purpose. 】

"Number two?"

[Yes, you know, among all creations, her starting point is the lowest one, and her road is also the most tortuous. We haven't even found out where her important turning point is for a long time, and we can only generalize it. Of those few, she had already gotten through the first of them, and it would give her a long time of ease. 】

[On this point, Zhuang Sen really deserves the credit. 】

"But you didn't tell him."

[Silence is also a reward sometimes, whether it is my number one or number two, they all need my silence at this time, because it means trust and safety, or the comfortable time that number two has always longed for, and she is enjoying this. 】

"It's also the last time of ease."

"Strictly speaking, we haven't found the turning point of most of the original bodies. The countless chess games only increase the possibility of future changes, and the variables between them are similar."

[But No. [-] is different. We only reasoned out one route. Although it is the most difficult one, it is also the only option that is beneficial to us in countless duels. It is the poisonous wine in the desert. 】

"I doubt whether she can complete this whole road. Apocalypse, she is incomplete. Under her rationality, she is a fragmented snowflake, unable to withstand any burning and brute force. When you designed her, you were too aggressive. You were too desperate when you gave up on her, and too rough when you saved her, you shaped No. [-] into a distorted multi-faceted prism, maybe we need to keep an eye on her all the time to prevent her from failing the next turning point."

【We don't have time, my friend. Focusing on any one creation means opening up a new battlefield in front of those destroyers, spreading our limited energy among their endless desires, and finally being dragged alive in running back and forth. collapse. 】

【I won't do that, the time we are allowed to relax a little is over, and I don't plan to stay with the creation any more, and even on some other things, I have to shrink my energy and use all possibilities Accumulate in front of the primary goal. 】

"You want to quit the Great Crusade?"

[Not now, maybe in a few decades, or even longer, I will choose a general to take my place. There are others in my creation who are better than me, and they will prove their strength. 】

"I think that person will be Horus."

[The same opinion. 】

"Don't praise him too much, Tian Qi, he is not as strong as he looks, and no matter how fierce the wolf god is, it is impossible to stand on the top of the mountain all the time and withstand the storms on all sides."

【Horus will not let me down, I am sure of this. 】

"That's it, let's move the topic back to No. [-]. Since she has survived the first danger by the [Double-Edged Sword] according to your idea, how are you going to solve the second danger?" indivual?"

"Through Jonson, we have weakened the influence of the cunning eagle on her. Although the weakening is not complete, the eagle is not our real enemy. The poisonous snake is. You and I have seen it. He stays On the side of number two's soul, refusing to leave."

[The poisonous snake is indeed a problem, my sealer, I never thought that a mighty destroyer would be so patient, but the longer and longer he is silent, it means that his final ambition is more grand, so grand that I even You can't give up the existence of No. [-], because at that time, giving up itself means losing everything. 】

"Like the most failed rounds between us?"

[No, it's worse. 】

"I can't think of a worse possibility: When ever in time, every time we decided to keep number two longer, she would drag the game into total disaster, which happened a total of twelve times, until we decided Leave her in a damaged state."

[But in No.13, the ending is not bad, is it? 】

"We can't get away with just one case."

[Then what are we doing now? 】

"..."

"You can always convince me."

[It's just to catch the loopholes. In our chess game, every mistake only symbolizes an opportunity, because the second time is death. 】

"Okay, how do you plan to solve the next problem of number two?"

[Remember what I said before, take advantage of that spoiler, and let number two realize the seriousness of the problem, she will find a way to solve it. 】

"Are you sure by that time, she is still trustworthy?"

[The flame in her heart is more exuberant than you can imagine, she may go crazy, she may betray, she may wake up, but she will never despair, it is doomed. 】

"Don't jump to conclusions at this time, Apocalypse, do you remember the fifth deduction about No. [-], it was the worst one, she killed the uncrowned king and the invincible fortress, and ate you and me With five pieces, you will face the final person in the worst condition."

[I think the worst should be No. 12 times. Can you imagine the scene where the double-edged sword and the iron general teamed up to run over the palace wall?But at that time, I was held back by her, and you also fell at her feet. 】

(Uncrowned King - Guilliman, Invincible Fortress - Dorne, Double Edged Sword - Jonson, Iron General - Ferrus)
"...so I said, Apocalypse, you either give her up, or don't do controlled experiments in the first place, a Primarch thrown into the Great Ocean, who could easily stir up even bigger storms, especially in When she succumbed to those ruined futures."

[I know all of this, my friend, and I can confess to you that I have thought about this issue very seriously. I used three games to think about her future and its impact on us. 】

"Yeah, she's only on our side three times, one failure, two successes, but you don't look satisfied."

[That's not a success I can accept. 】

"But you can't change it, or have you thought about it more?"

[Everything is tried, my friend, just like these chess games of ours, they are priceless but meaningless, the future will never be exactly similar to any of them, but It must carry some fragments between them, allowing us to glimpse some possibilities. 】

"So, you focus on number two, because she leaves the most dangerous possibility."

[Yes, before we get the No.14 results in the game, I would rather believe in the No.13 victory, because she is currently following this path, and according to this step, the next step requires my personal activities up. 】

"Are you going to the Far Eastern border?"

[Always go once. 】

"To Avalon?"

[No, go to Nostramo, start now, I will order the Legion No. [-] to march north. They have just conquered the Aegis sector, and they only need to pass through the protectorate of Gulgrad, which is Nostramo Now, we will meet in the void of that world. 】

"Only her?"

【I will bring Dawn, Ferrus, Fulgrim and Lorgar, you know, Dawn has an inexplicable connection with No. [-], they will always become friends. 】

"Then, you will deliver the Blind Dark One into her hands."

【Yes, this is the most suitable choice at present. 】

"She won't be happy."

[I can't help her. 】

"You should know, Apocalypse, that this kind of semi-forced adoption will bring some unimaginable consequences, and the relationship between the two of them may be worse than we imagined."

[I know, my friend. 】

[If we had gone to Nostramo earlier, I would have made everything as gentle as possible, but now, it is too late, the night has already formed, although it is not strong, but it needs enough tyranny bright. 】

"No matter what time it is, No. [-] can hardly be regarded as bright. She lacks that kind of heart."

[This is not the problem. Since she can be so unscrupulous by relying on the strength of thousands of people, then when people regard her as the light, they can't help her. This is a natural backlash. 】

"Is this also in your plan?"

[No, this is part of the brutal salvation you mentioned, specifically, it is one of the two cores, the other core is a gift from me to her soul. 】

"What do you mean?"

[She's more of a normal mortal on the inside than her brother, and that's especially true when those emotions finally return, to her great advantage. 】

"Which benefit?"

[For example... ruling. 】

"..."

"So, Avalon Federation..."

[Part of the plan. 】

"Too?"

[Yes, it's up to her. 】

"I think I understand why number two's pawn is called that name."

[You should have understood earlier, she lived up to her title in every round, didn't she? 】

"Indeed, so this time, it's my turn to use her?"

【Are you going to use her again? 】

"Of course, let's start No.14 as soon as possible, but first, let me see that I should use No. [-]. I really forgot her role, but fortunately, this name is still so eye-catching..."

"killer."

(End of this chapter)