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

Chapter 607 56. Malcador

【past】

Malcador is still alive.

Malcador, who is still alive, is not normal.

This is the conclusion that Mortarion has spent thousands of years reaching.

This story should have been simple. The dilapidated and hazy Pale Lord stood in front of the Lord of Macragge. They were silent for a long time.

A story about a primarch that brought the building to its knees, a story about a demigod being consumed by time and faith, a story about a huge giant gradually decaying... until they found the real antidote.

This is how it should be.

That's how it should be.

But there are other forces involved in this story, a being who is patient enough and chaotic enough. He knows the empire's bloated and complicated system very well, and has enough patience to arrange it all.

Mortarion said, ashes dripping from his bone-white fingertips, and he scattered the ashes around Guilliman, forty-nine spots,

……

【...I don't understand. 】

【? 】

Mortarion said calmly, and the white mist gathered in preparation for Guilliman's "death".

[Because he uses psychic powers. 】

boom!
Guilliman slammed against the armrest. He seemed angry and sad at the same time.

Mortarion said gloomily that the battle with Sanguinius had worn him down too much,
Guilliman sat in the chair and sighed, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Guilliman said calmly and vicissitudes of life, his white hair hanging down from the side of his forehead, looking miserable.

Guilliman said, [But me? ] He raised his hand and looked at himself uncertainly. The Imperial Regent laughed at himself, [I may not have your talents. 】

Mortarion shook his head. He didn't know the answer to this answer. Maybe it was just pure malice, pure confusion. Maybe only the Lord of Mankind could know the answer to this question.

【…】

[Robert Guilliman,] Mortarion said, [I once resolved to kill every wizard. 】

"Malcador is as clever as any of the Primarchs, and even better than some of us - but I am certain that if you remain as you are, Guilliman, you will never be able to defeat him. 】

【……Why do you say that? 】

【……fine. 】

Guilliman straightened up slowly. He looked at Mortarion.
[Forgive me for the offence,] Guilliman said, [Mortarion...? 】

Guilliman was silent. For a moment, he was convinced that he had heard Magnus say something similar before. It was a creepy feeling.

"Malcador used witchcraft in political management," Mortarion said dullly, "Perhaps he had already started doing this when he was with the Emperor." 】

He has already eliminated five groups of people suspected of being infiltrated by Malcador, but...if he continues to eliminate them, the empire will not be able to function normally.

The Pale Lord said softly, [You need to do it yourself, Robert Guilliman. 】

[What exactly does he want? 】

[He has been infiltrating the empire's bureaucracy...but I——]

"Accept your nature," Mortarion said, "accept that the world, at least part of it, operates illogically, madly, sensually, and disorderly. 】

【…】

Mortarion shook his head and nodded again,

He walked out of the altar on the Flair of Macragge. White mist rose. Mortarion walked towards Guilliman who summoned him.

It doesn't matter, Guilliman can't beat him.

These words made Robert Guilliman completely wilted, and the original body became more exhausted, with a faint look of death in his eyes - this may be a side effect of Mortarion's ability.

[Do I want my think tanks to stand in front of my office and check every piece of paper to see if it is contaminated? 】

Guilliman spoke slowly, slowly, [My brother, this is not a funny joke. 】

Mortarion lowered his eyes and checked whether the altar he had painted was complete.

【But I didn't see it. 】

Guilliman said calmly, but Mortarion felt that Guilliman was now like a volcano about to erupt.

[I can't stay too long - but we won't be noticed by anyone, I've calculated that. 】

Guilliman slowly raised his head. He looked at Mortarion tiredly, but his blue eyes were burning with furious fire.

【It's your fault,】

Mortarion choked Guilliman calmly. Guilliman paused and tiredly changed the subject.
[I have checked the record files. Whether you believe it or not, Mortarion, I am sure that this is the handwriting of the former print master. I can confirm that there are at least five million files with his style. 】

【You need to do it yourself. 】

【It’s not too late. 】

[Thank you, my brother... I should... I should have listened to you. 】

"This is reality," Mortarion said calmly, ignoring the sadness in Guilliman's eyes when he looked at him. "It's your turn to tell a joke." 】

The Lord of Death took a step back, and white mist suddenly rose,

Guilliman's vision suddenly became blurry, and his exhausted soul finally fell asleep. He heard whispers and warnings coming from the distance,
【I look forward to your return...】

…………

The mist rolled, and Mortarion could no longer hold on. His figure dissipated.

What he said was true. Only the awakened Robert Guilliman could compete politically with the new demigod.

Makado...

...Is that existence really still Malcador?
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"You are simply amplified by the warp's negative emotions, my dear friend,"

Nios said, he looked at Malcador calmly, he looked confident, but that was just what he looked like, he couldn't even stand up.

Malcador also looked at Neos calmly,
"So what's your plan, Neos?"

"I gave them a chance, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years. The empire we once created is decaying. I can't see hope for this race."

"This galaxy is rotting," Malcador said. "It's not humanity's fault. The Old Ones, the Necrontyr, the Eldar, the Greenskins... humans... all races are in decline. You can't survive in a collapsing desert. Build an empire."

"We can rebuild our glory."

The first rays of morning light flickered on the laurel crown of the Lord of Mankind, and he "saw" the unsalvageable Ministry of the Interior... The largest bureaucracy in the empire was burned to the ground, and Malcador was threatening him with this... With the administration of a huge empire system.

Outside of Terra, the [Emperor]'s eyes and ears have probably penetrated into the management systems of countless hub planets.

Neos was silent... Only Malcador would choose this method... So complicated, so hidden in the dark, other aspects that were not paid attention to... He never started directly from the war.

In other words, Malcador's first choice was never war.

He knew what Malcador wanted to do...ever since the disintegration of the First Legion, he knew...but he knew...this was a normal manifestation of becoming a so-called [demigod].

He satisfied Malcador's selfishness. Apart from his ideals and hopes, he did not pay Malcador's salary for a long time.

But Malcador has not escaped the corruption of the warp.

...Is it just Mortarion...

The golden sun burns silently.

He knew what Malcador wanted to do...

The emperor who currently occupies the position of [Five] has swallowed up part of the authority of Lust Heaven, as well as the authority of the other three gods, including part of the emperor's authority -

He wanted to ascend to God.

This is instinct, some kind of subconsciousness, and no existence that is touched by the subspace is immune. This is the desire that must be endured to sit in that position.

But the existence contaminated by it, Malcador still retains his own consciousness and goals... The palmer still holds the hope of saving the human race... The two emotions and desires are mixed together... to create the current [Emperor].

Every step Malcador takes is based on the starting point of "goodness", mixed with "desire" and "malice".

The Emperor knew what Malcador wanted.

Whether it is [Ascension to God], not just [Ascension to God]...

He wants to [restart].

The chaos of subspace also follows the laws of subspace, first [nine], then [eight], [seven], [six], [five]...

This is the countdown to utter chaos, utter depravity.

The outbreak of the War in Heaven started this countdown, nine, eight, seven... The fall of the Eldar accelerated its process, six; he had to release Malcador during the great rebellion, five.

As the countdown in the Supreme Heaven begins, all things in the physical universe also decline. With each additional false god, the spirits of all things become more chaotic.

As the latest being, the [Emperor] hopes to stop all this.

His crazy plan.

[Emperor] hopes to climb back to the starting point step by step.

Five, six, seven, eight, nine...

Reverse the countdown, finally [restart] the two worlds, and rebuild the human race.

Liberate mankind from the "roots".

And what he hopes to do... is to devour. Starting from the fifth day, he will devour the Lust Sky, then the Rotting Sky... Neos looked at Malcador's right arm without leaving a trace, and finally the Umper Sky.

Step by step, he ascends to the final divine position, and then restarts the entire universe.

……it's out of the question.

Because no being knows what will happen when the count reaches nine.

It could be a restart, it could be complete destruction... it could even be complete chaos and disorder.

At the same time... no being can withstand the power of multiple gods, which will completely plunge him into madness and disorder.

More power is never better.

This is just a chant coerced by the desire of the subspace.

Malcador, who was blinded by the subspace, could no longer see this, and Neos had sadness in his eyes. He thought he was trying to save mankind, but at the same time he was being driven by his desires... to the abyss.

"Humanity can no longer return to the technological level of the past," Makado said, "...this is a fact."

"Iron Man is destined to be a dead end. Humanity has been on a dead end for too long, but now we have no capital for trial and error. The human race is dead."

Even if the current master of humanity stands up again and commands the empire again, can this race flourish again?

They had already done similar things thousands of years ago.

The Lord of Mankind has developed the Primarch, Thunder Warriors, and Space Marines...but it is still a drop in the bucket. The technology that truly liberates productivity has not yet appeared. Humanity's thinking is still ignorant in the Middle Ages, and the most efficient way is still archeology.

However, most of the archaeological technologies need to be castrated or abandoned due to the Iron Man rebellion and subspace corrosion.

Humanity today is no longer what it was back then. After experiencing the long dark night, countless technological lunatics have extended their scalpels to the human genome—humanity today is more "subspace-oriented", more ignorant, and more extreme...

The human race is dead.

"You are too pessimistic."

said Nios, staring calmly at Malcador,
"Even so, humans are still the overlord of this galaxy, and time will witness our success."

Malcador smiled mockingly,
"The Necrontyr is about to awaken, and the Tyranids are about to arrive in the galaxy... Do you really think humans today can fight against them?"

"He is back," Neos said. "The Primarchs will also return to the Empire. It may be difficult, but the human race will prosper forever."

Macado smiled bitterly and took a sip of tea again.
"In the end, we still have to rely on those existences from thousands of years ago. You should admit that there are no more heroes in human beings."

"For thousands of years," Neos said, "the empire has never lacked heroes - but you seem to have taken away most of them?"

"It's not that I took them away, I just took in the desperate heroes."

Malcador said that the bracelet on his wrist was full of brilliance, and each gemstone shone with the light of a noble soul.

"The empire we built," Malcador said, "can't even accommodate a few twilight heroes. You should know how many people were forced into desperation by their own kind——"

Machado spread his hands and said, "Let me state in advance that I am not targeting them. This is what happens naturally."

"I believe you," Neos said. He stared into Malcador's eyes, but he only saw the disillusioned and elegant light.

"With such a huge territory, we should always admit that things cannot be perfect, and I am not omnipotent."

"But the frequency of these things happening is too high," Malcador said, "This is not an accident, it is inevitable... Neos, you know this, stop protecting this race hiding under your wings. , maybe they still seem to be shining, but that’s just borrowing your light.”

"No," Neos shook his head, "My power comes from them, and my light is given by them."

Malcador stared at Neos and said word by word,

"But if humanity is destroyed, you will not die, Lord of humanity."

"You can only ascend to the gods, Neos."

Nios laughed and shook his head,

"There is no necessary connection between the two, Malcador, if I am destroyed, mankind will not be destroyed."

"No," Malcador said, "humanity will perish. They will destroy themselves, consume themselves, and destroy themselves - every time it is you who stands up, or the original body who stands up. Stop playing this futile and useless game. It’s game, Neos, we have a chance to end this process directly.”

"There is no one-and-done solution here," Nios closed his eyes. "There is no perfect plan, no neat ending...at least not for you and me."

Malcador laughed,

"So it is feasible to introduce [the deceased]."

"He will not choose you," Nios said. "He will not agree with you, Malcador. Your plan will eventually fail. You are just deceived."

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Malcador's mouth,
"Why should I tell it my plans, Neos?"

"You are the only one who knows about my plan. Maybe the stupid Guilliman has noticed it a little bit - but I think... you won't tell him this."

Neos looked at Malcador calmly,
"You're threatening me."

"I'm threatening you."

said the Emperor, and he laughed, "Why else should I light this fire?"

If the Emperor does not agree, then even if Hades comes, the empire's administration will be completely paralyzed under the Emperor's forced intervention.

But at this stage... if Malcador hopes to realize his plan, then the empire must maintain the status quo.

But the absolute prerequisite for the implementation of Malcador's plan is that he gains the trust of [Pluto].

Hades cannot be deceived by the Warp, and ordinary methods will never work against him.

Nios was silent, he looked at Malcador,
The old trust betrayed him,
This is not the first time.

At least this time... the Emperor "looked" towards the Nirvana system approaching Terra.

There was something he could do to salvage it.

"...At least we are traveling together for the time being, Malcador."

Neos said, "Neither you nor I want to see the Empire fall now."

"But I won't give a single testimony to a lie."

"I will gain its trust."

Malcador said, "Here it comes."

(End of this chapter)