Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 606 55. Vincent William Van Gogh

In fact, Faos still has a lot of good things.

It's just... there are some extremes.

In the silent office, Hades stared thoughtfully at the list in his hand.

On the premise of not pursuing a post-war ending and ensuring the survival of personnel, this group of sages have developed a variety of extermination packages, and there will always be one that is suitable for the battlefield.

[Tide-Causing Chaos] (deployment time is very short): Detonate a huge number of vortex bombs near the star, guide the subspace tide to collide with the star, and then release huge energy to all parts of the galaxy, and trigger unpredictable subspace chaos. , there is a probability that it will cause chaos in the local subspace and reality.

[Day of Eternal Silence] (medium deployment time): Three disposable giant ships covered with black stone obelisks plus version surrounded the planet, triggered by the death of thousands of soulless people, directly plunged the entire planet into complete desolation. Soul field.

[Planet Thrower] (extremely long deployment time): By exploding stars, pulling planets, and various means, the gravitational field of the galaxy is changed, and a celestial body in the gravitational field is "thrown" as a weapon and smashed into the target battlefield.

……

Hades's evaluation is that the Extermination Order is slightly heretical. Except for the expensive [Day of Eternal Silence], which can be used for one purpose, Hades... Hades can't think of any application scenarios for the time being.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs was already in flames, which ignited the last tense nerves of the high lords. Although there was no astropath in charge of the order, the team of psykers gathered on Terra headed towards the Hades Cathedral. launched an attack.

...All the factors put together, Hades is enough to make Terra's men drink a pot.

Thinking about it this way, when he returns to take charge of Terra, he will still have to find the Primarchs one by one - after all, those who can do more work.

No one knows whether it was Hades, when he came, or why he came.

He only said that Hades should return to Terra as soon as possible.

So far, Hades has not received any message from the Emperor, except for the Imperial Guard who came to guard Nirvana thousands of years ago.

The Astra Militarum, the Imperial Navy, and other military authorities have gathered their troops on Terra, but they are just gathering. The empire's inefficient administrative efficiency makes them like a big ball of headless flies. The current situation is not yet clear--

But could something happen on the Emperor's side?

Even the biggest crisis may not come from Terra. Hades needs to beware of Mars, or the subspace, or other...

Hades thought about it, but finally couldn't come up with the result and had to give up.

But... there is no news.

On Phaos, Hades rarely saw the extension of the emperor's consciousness. He tried to communicate with the Imperial Guards, but the Riddlers were secretive and unclear.

Even if the Emperor couldn't make direct psychic calls to Hades, he could still pass on messages by possessing people around Hades through dreams.

It's quite refreshing.

There is also the blessing of reputation. He himself is one of the two national religions, the "god" in the Hades, and under his command, Buz was also one of the best people in the empire - even if those in the leadership did not recognize Hades, They also have to recognize Buz Bella from thousands of years ago.

The High Lords never agreed on how to deal with Hades.

On the contrary, the Emperor of God is worried, and even operates secretly, supporting many miscellaneous armies, trying to suppress the Hades Sect - at least in Terra, the two religions are not as harmonious as they appear.

Hades didn't believe that the Emperor didn't know about his return.

After all, there are only so many people, and one person cannot completely fall into two rivers of faith at the same time.

Hades looked at the letter paper. Loyalty and pros and cons were neatly written in the text.
But Hades frowned and looked at it again and again. The meaning of "helping brothers" was written all over the rows and columns.

As for the Astropath host...the old host died in the struggle for power, and the new host advocated a fight to the death with Pluto, but his wings were not yet full, and it seemed that he was about to be pulled down by the Lord Subjugator.

The response rate was quite high - probably because the World Eaters didn't like meetings.

...There’s nothing more to say. Hades is determined to win this trip to Terra!
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The merchant fleet, a mere wallflower, decisively retreated out of the Sun Star Territory for some reason. They were stationed in the star area near the Sun Star Territory without saying a word.

There will definitely be local wars, but they will never be major ones.

And the state religion...

Or maybe the Emperor felt there was nothing to say, just like he did thousands of years ago.

Hades thought for a moment and looked at the screen next to his desk. The cables behind him were buried in the floor, leading to the [Nirvana Main System] on the lower floor of Class A.

He was already uneducated thousands of years ago.

You still have to go to Terra early to take a look.

He has indirectly contacted Mortarion several times.

Thanks to the outstanding political talents of the Ultramarines, the Third Company of the World Eaters stationed in the Ultramarines directly followed them without Hades' intervention.

Hades was thinking about the army he now had.
Calculating carefully, he has most of the Ultramarines' fleet, one-third of the World Eaters' fleet, all of Phaos's fleet... In addition, now that the Custodes have openly followed him, there is a high probability that the Imperial Fists stationed in Terra will There will be no war with Hades and his party...

This reminded Hades of Angron, and he wondered where the cheerful Lord of the Red Sand had gone. Maybe he was above Baal?

After all, the Lord of Humanity hopes that the cows and horses will work quickly - this is Hades's idea.

In addition, Faos' technological points are mainly reflected in the improvement of the logistics system and the application of the Nirvana system.

He laughed.

The Hades Sect, which was the focus of all forces, closed the door of the church tightly, summoned the army, and waited for the arrival of Hades.

【Terra】

Hades put down Faos' documents and picked up the reply letter from Andre, the commander of the World Eaters' third company.

Coupled with some deliberate provocations and some arrangements... they took the initiative to start civil strife.

The Star Torch Palace is under the strict control of the Forbidden Army, and the Lord of Humanity knows that there can be no problems with the Star Torch.

But that was all. This planet was full of dirt and evil. There was even alien blood flowing on the soil under his feet. The Lord of Mankind was never omniscient and omnipotent. This was one thing he had learned while following the Emperor.

Since the Lord of mankind cannot decide the survival of mankind - then let him do it.

William walked deep into the palace. The underground palace of Terra seemed like a huge maze, a hive that had long been abandoned. There were not many light sources here, and everything was hidden in a hot and uneasy gloom.

He just walked freely, every step seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times.

In the uneasy darkness, at the corners, connections, and corners of those huge walls... hateful and angry eyes licked William over and over again, but William just smiled and shook his head.

These self-respecting and noble Imperial Guards still suffered some hardships.

At William's feet, the remains of the demon army splashed on the ashes, mostly feathers and scales, and even Eldar-style armor and remnants of weapons.

There was no way, since he wanted to burn everything, he needed to give these golden warriors something to do.

A cold light flashed from the armor of the Dark Eldar. On the throne and on the feet of the king's robes, the proverbs of the Dark Eldar were carefully woven into patterns and scales.

The Emperor stood up slowly and raised his scepter.

He continued walking, and he even became excited in a rare way - he couldn't control himself, he felt excited, after all, this was the first time he faced his former superior.

After he became like this, after Malcador declared him the [Emperor], he faced the [Emperor] directly for the first time.

It's time for them to talk.

It's time for this to change.

The name had a unique charm, and the Emperor acquiesced in his offense, or perhaps the Lord of Mankind was powerless to stop it - perhaps the Emperor believed that this was just the kindness of the former bearer of the Seal.

Regardless, with similar names being called out, He will successfully intercept some of the flow of power to the Emperor.

Perhaps the Emperor thought this was just a well-meaning move to delay his ascension to the gods.

Malcador laughed, is this really true? Did the Seal Holder ever think so? Or does he simply hope for more power... to [restart] all of this?
Has the Lord of Mankind really seen Him clearly? Do you see this rebellious minister clearly? Do you see clearly this... the emperor who will eventually send them all to the guillotine?

William walked briskly, he heard the roar of the Imperial Fist under the sword of the Eldar, heard the screams of the civil servants in the fire, and heard the low laughter of Tzeentch emerging from the cracks deep in the Webway. The Emperor may be sad - for none of this is for him, none of it is directed at the Master of Mankind.

But for [it], that tool, that one that cannot be driven by spiritual energy, that one that cannot even be driven by the Star God,

Hades.

Why are you so lucky, O Lord of Mankind, to gain its support?
If you have similar ideas and are both for mankind...

So... He also acted for mankind... Why not leave it to Him?
It was as if the Emperor had handed over Midnight's Child to Him with a casual glance thousands of years ago.

Or... you don't dare to do this to Pluto?

A faint light appeared, and William heard the buzzing sound of instruments. Huge pipes hung from the sky of the underground world, and the stairs were lifted layer by layer, forming a celestial road.

Fragments of stars are scattered on the red carpet, which is like a path where the blood of a hero drips. The gold shines as if it is burning. His exquisite and tall toys stand on both sides, embellishing Him with His authority and power.

Bright, really too bright.

William raised his head, his neck raised to an incredible angle, and the existence was sitting there - at the top.

He was there, waiting for him.

The Forbidden Army remained silent and just stared at the visitor. William raised his feet and stepped onto the first step.

Golden flames ignited around him.

One level, another level, another level...

Long robes hang down from the shoulders. The gray robes of ordinary civil servants become deep and neat. Gold threads grow from the flesh and blood, outlining his ambition.

Climb, climb up.

The pure white goose down fluffed out, He raised his hand, and the scepter flowed down like mercury, sparkling.

If you get close to the sun, it is destined to burn.

He was wrapped in flames, his red hair ignited and turned into fluttering white, his face changed, and his former friends appeared.

The last level.

Malcador raised his head calmly and looked at the Emperor, the Lord of Humanity... Neos.

He looks up to the beloved of all.

Neos sat calmly and upright on his throne, his eyes closed, wearing a white robe, looking like he was asleep.

That's all.

But it's not just that.

He is more dazzling than the sun and purer than the bright moon. He is a miracle of the human race. The cold wind of the Himalayas arranges his hair, the water of the Nile washes away his tears. All the spirits worship him, respect him, fear him and love him. ——

But it was wrong after all.

They were wrong, and so was He.

How wrong.

The emperor calmly took the final step, and the crown appeared, dazzling.

[Emperor] stood opposite [Emperor].

Malcador stood opposite Neos.

+ Still don’t want to wake up? +
Malcador asked frivolously. He smiled and sat comfortably on the seat that suddenly appeared in front of Neos.

Malcador turned his head and looked around casually.

"Still the same, I want tea."

He stretched out his hand, and the teacup appeared steadily in his right hand. The white-haired king blew on the tea, and the warm air blurred his face.

He looked at Neos.

"Don't want to talk?"

Makado asked, his smile deepening, "I have all the data from the Ministry of Interior backed up - you know what I want."

Neos's eyelids trembled.

That's right... Makhado took a sip, it was still a familiar taste, but he hadn't thought of it for a long time...

When Nios opened his eyes, he just looked at Malcador. There was no wave in his eyes, but there was no light either. This reminded Malcador of the first time he saw Nios.

Neos opened his mouth.

But said nothing.

Malcador looked at Neos calmly, waiting for his second attempt——

"why?"

Neos said, his tone finally a little unbelievable,

"For humanity."

Malcador said, "I no longer agree with you, Neos."

Neos was just calm, but looked at him with a hint of sadness.

Would he have had this same expression when he was betrayed by every War Master before? Malcador thought sardonically, every Eternal who had ever followed the Emperor had turned their backs on him, would Malcador be the last?

But did he really betray him?
"You and I are not strangers, Malcador."

Neos said, "I forgive your actions because I know you are not malicious. Although your actions were distorted by the vast ocean - I know your true intentions."

"tell me the story,"

Malcador said as he calmly held the tea in his right hand, revealing the seal of the Lord of Changes under his sleeve.

"It's still a while before it arrives."

The sadness in Neos's eyes deepened,
"The Primarchs need to be taught their true nature, and humanity needs to be saved from this... You have never turned evil... Come back, Malcador."

"I have always been here," Malcador said. "I have never turned my back on humanity, but I am indeed dissatisfied with you."

"..."

"Your plans are not for humanity."

"You call them humans?"

Malcador stated, "You have already experienced the golden age, Neos, and you still insist on calling them humans? This degenerate race can no longer survive in the galaxy."

After thousands of years of trying... thousands of years of changes... this race cannot even establish a system to support their internal affairs. Without Neos, they cannot even maintain an empire that can survive for a long time.

They are too inefficient, too dull, they are dregs, embers.

The only race that can continue to move forward and survive in this galaxy.

Neos looked at Malcador.

Vincent William Van Gogh was the first person to look directly into subspace, and he went mad because of it.

(End of this chapter)