The giant corporations that started from Night City

Chapter 441: Horus is in high spirits! Trading in Peach Blossom Land!

In response to Malcador's doubts, the Emperor said without hesitation: "He wants to be a Warmaster and not be at the mercy of the High Lords. Well, I will grant him what he wishes for."

The game of power is always dangerous. Since Horus is so curious and eager for power, let him play to his heart's content. It won't be long before he knows how deep the water is.

"What... we still want him to be the war commander?" Macador was extremely surprised. He looked at Paul, the envoy of the giant enterprise, and thought to himself, isn't this a slap in the face of the giant enterprise?

The world's giant company sent people to remind them, but they remained indifferent and continued to use Horus as usual.

Seeing this, Paul didn't say much, and even his expression remained calm as before, as if this matter had nothing to do with him at all.

The Emperor did not tell Malcador or Paul why, but his eyes told it all, he had plans for Horus.

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Cthonia.

This is a planet with serious industrial pollution, but as the home planet of Horus, he has vigorously developed and rectified Cthonia over the years, and finally transformed it into the military base of the Luna Wolves Legion.

Unlike Magnus's Prospero which is so advanced and beautiful, Cthonia is a grim and bleak human world. The street thugs here are quite brave, as if they are imitating the former Horus.

He longs to be recognized by the Emperor or Horus one day, join the Imperial Army and make a name for himself.

At this moment, Horus' flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, was hovering in Cthulhu's low-Earth orbit, as if anxiously waiting for some news.

"Lord!"

At this moment, Sevatar, the chief think tank of the Moon Wolf Legion, came in and reported the latest news to the Primarch Horus: "There is a decree from Terra, please accept it."

"Could it be——!"

Horus finally heard the news of the decree from Terra, but he did not show any overjoyed expression. Instead, he waved his hand calmly and invited Sevatar:
"Sevasta, you've come just in time. Come sit down and have a drink with me first!"

The beautiful maid beside him picked up the wine jug and poured amber liquid for Sevatar. Horus said with a smile: "We'll talk about the decree later. Anyway, those high lords will only order us around."

The refreshing wine exuded a fresh fragrance, and the maid who came to toast was also particularly pretty and charming, but the anxious Sevatar obviously didn't care about these.

"My Lord, that edict has the Emperor's seal. It shouldn't be an ordinary order from the High Lord."

After hearing this, Horus pretended to be surprised and asked someone to bring him the decree.

Everyone knew that the position of Warmaster of the Human Empire was in Horus's pocket, but the Emperor had been slow to issue the order to confer the title, which put some psychological pressure on Horus.

After all, the longer the time goes on, the greater the changes will be.

Horus didn't want to wait until the end, only to find an ordinary mortal replacing his position as warmaster. He would really go crazy if that happened.

After a while, Horus and his trusted warriors checked the decree from Terra. Sure enough, as he expected, the Emperor finally ordered to appoint him as Warmaster.

Moreover, he announced it to the world, acknowledging his status as Warmaster in front of all the Primarchs and high-ranking officials of the Empire!
All of a sudden, all the Luna Wolves generals were delighted. Since their own Primarch was named Warmaster, they could also benefit from it and become the most glorious Astartes warriors among the Primarchs.

Horus could no longer conceal his inner ecstasy, he laughed loudly towards the sky, this day had finally arrived, and he was the only one who could sit on the position of the Imperial War Marshal!
The content of the decree was almost identical to what Horus had rehearsed in his mind. It first affirmed his great military exploits during the Great Crusade, and then praised his spirit of uniting the Primarchs and loving each other as brothers.

Afterwards, he was granted a title and reward, promoted to war commander, and commanded the empire's troops.

The edict had the Emperor's exclusive seal on it, and the shining psychic mark ensured that the authenticity of the edict was absolutely reliable. Horus had seen the Emperor's edict, so he was very clear about the credibility of the letter.

At this moment, Horus felt unprecedented joy. There was no greater happiness in his life than this. He also felt that only he was worthy of being the chief Primarch and commanding all the Primarchs.

"Very good, now turn around and head to Terra as soon as possible!"

Horus gave the order in an excited voice.

He never thought about whether this was a conspiracy of the Emperor, and he was even too lazy to bring many troops with him. He only brought some personal guards and senior generals.

The other think tank officers did not think much about it. After all, Horus was the best candidate to be the Imperial Warmaster in terms of both qualifications and ability.

The Emperor also hinted in public many times about Horus becoming the Warmaster. Although it seemed like empty talk, everyone knew that the Emperor valued Horus very much.

It was only a matter of time before he became Warmaster.

Now, the Great Crusade has entered its final stages, and each Primarch's forces are ending their battles in an orderly manner and returning to their own territories one by one.

The vast Milky Way has been almost cleared, and a large number of alien races have suffered heavy casualties. It will take at least a hundred years to recover.

It is inevitable that the weapons will be put into storage and the horses will be released into the mountains. If you want to continue to make use of your own value at this time, you can only give up martial arts and turn to literature.

Terra is the heart of the human empire and the center of power of the empire. The political significance of being conferred the title of War Marshal on Terra is self-evident!

Many think tank officers are clearly aware of this point. Their Primarch is likely to be more than just a simple Imperial Warmaster, and may also become the first Primarch to enter the Council of High Lords.

"Tell my brothers to go with me to Terra to congratulate me. Also, arrange for a banquet and bring out all the treasures we have collected to enjoy!"

Horus waved his hand and started to distribute money. From high-ranking generals to ordinary guards, even the ruffians and stray dogs of Cthunia could get a few good pieces of bones.

Not only did he want to tell all the Primarchs about his trip to Terra to be crowned Warmaster, he also wanted his sons and warriors to join in the celebration and inspire people.

When one person succeeds, everyone around him will benefit. Appropriate rewards and incentives can better consolidate the team's cohesion.

Over the years, the Luna Wolves have fought battles across the galaxy and plundered a lot of good stuff.

There were countless gifts from the local natives, spoils captured from the enemies, and rewards from the Emperor. Horus had prepared these things long ago, waiting for this day to come before distributing them.

The Vengeful Spirit was filled with a carnival atmosphere, echoing in the Warp. The Primarchs scattered throughout the galaxy also received the news that Horus was about to be crowned Warmaster.

All of a sudden, the flagships of the Primarchs from different territories rushed to Terra, ready to celebrate and congratulate Horus.

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001 "Underworld" universe.

"Tarasim, what do you think now?" Jack Wells looked at the metal skeleton in front of him and asked.

During this period, Jack had arranged for people to take Trazyn to wander around the universe and selected several good star systems for it as the paradise for the Necrons. As long as a deal could be reached, these unowned lands would be theirs.

"This place is rich in resources. We have taken in the local indigenous people and brought them into the Birch Tree World as wild animals. There will be no one else here except us."

Jack Wells spoke up.

There are basically few decent alien civilizations in the 001 universe, which is considered a rare pure land. Just by picking out a few treasures, you can achieve what Taraxin wants.

If all the Necrons migrated here, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they would be reborn.

Here, no one will disturb their lives. They have endless life and time to think about how to reshape their souls and turn themselves into flesh-and-blood beings.

Or you can join the ranks of world giants and get everything you want in the global business circle.

No matter which option is chosen, giant companies can do it.

"I have to admit that this is indeed a good place." Trazyn nodded sincerely.

Before this, it did not believe that there was any paradise in other universes. Even if there was, it would never be an unowned land.

Where there is meridian, there is fire; where there is no fire, there is no meridian.

It now seems that the giant corporation is the biggest "landlord", and the best territories in many universes are all in the hands of the giant corporation.

Although there are high-dimensional channels similar to the subspace here, there are no high-dimensional creatures such as subspace evil gods and demons. After development and reorganization by giant enterprises, this place is incredibly clean.

It can definitely be called a "small villa" after fine decoration.

"Since you are satisfied, let's start discussing the specific conditions."

Jack Wells didn't want to stay here with Trazyn for too long. Although the situation in the Warhammer universe had stabilized at this stage, new troubles could arise at any time.

Now Grand Admiral Thrawn is temporarily in charge of the affairs of the 9th Expeditionary Force on his behalf, but once an urgent situation arises, he will still have to take charge of the situation.

"I'm too lazy to bargain with you. Just name a price." Taraxin said generously.

It is determined to obtain this piece of territory, and it would be best if it could be obtained through peaceful trade.

Because the Necrons cannot defeat the Universal Corporation. Even if they can, they have no way to travel through the star gate to come to this universe. It is better for them to cooperate with each other honestly for mutual benefit.

Trazyn was ready to be slaughtered by the world's giant corporations.

But the next second, after hearing the conditions proposed by Jack Wells, it suddenly became excited and said that the Necrons would never agree to such an excessive request.

"This is impossible! Your price is too high, how can we afford it!" Taraxin's words and actions were exaggerated, like a deliberate performance.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Since Necrons have no souls, their emotional expressions are not as lively as those of normal people. The body language used by Trazyn seems to be specially designed for Jack to see.

It was normal for Trazyn to be dissatisfied with the conditions proposed by Universal Corporation, but it was not to the point where it was unacceptable. It just wanted to bargain further.

"We will never agree to such a high price."

Trazyn stated his attitude firmly.

The condition set by the Cosmic Corporation is that the Necrons hand over all of their technological knowledge, weapons and equipment samples, including the Star God fragments mentioned earlier.

This almost completely wiped out the Necrons!
If they really agreed to the Universal Corporation, how would the Necrons survive in the future? A civilization without the ability to fight back would be a fat sheep to be slaughtered.

"We provide the Necrons with not only a paradise for survival, but also the qualification to join the Universal Trade Circle. As a member of the trade circle, you can also share some of the technological achievements of the giant company."

"Although it's only a portion, it's definitely worth the money, and you won't suffer any loss."

"In addition, your scientists can also join the scientific hub of the giant enterprise and contribute to the giant enterprise. You can also enjoy the scientific research results obtained during this period."

Jack Wells did not give in because of Trazyn's emotions. Long before this, the giant company had investigated and measured all the assets of the Necrons.

This condition just hits Trazyn's pain point.

Under normal circumstances, if other alien civilizations want to join the universal trade circle or even participate in the scientific research work of the scientific hub, they will also need to pay a certain "threshold fee".

The giant corporations of the universe attract other alien civilizations to join by showing off their own powerful strength and building fancy megastructures, and require them to pay technology points and precious resources as entry fees.

Then bring the opponent's scientists to the scientific hub to work on projects, or incorporate them into the opponent's army and let them work for the giant company to expand its territory.

The so-called threshold fee is nothing more than to exclude some civilizations that are not strong enough or have ulterior motives from entering and causing trouble.

By using the method of making a ruthless move, you can forcibly bind the other party to yourself as a community of interests. This way, the other party will fear that the consequence of betraying the organization is losing all his money, and will behave sufficiently hard and loyally.

The Liangshan heroes' pledge of allegiance and the entry fees charged by the world's largest companies are all just taking advantage of the most basic sunk cost psychology.

Of course, for a blue chip stock like Universal Giant, the civilization forces that joined the Giant early on would have already earned hundreds of times their investment, which is why the Giant can have such cohesion.

Li Ang, the governor of a global giant, really knows how to divide the money!
"Even if we don't leave our homeland, we can still make a comeback!"

Trazyn snorted coldly and said proudly: "Long before humans appeared, we defeated the powerful ancient saints and star gods. Even though our vitality was severely damaged, our race still managed to survive."

"Given time, it won't be a problem for the Necrons to rule the galaxy!"

Jack Wells did not refute the other party at the first time. The reason why Trazyn had such confidence and self-confidence was indeed because the Necrons had something special.

This powerful and ancient civilization does have a brilliant record of "killing gods". Even if it is a two-on-one battle between justice, the fact that they can crush the ancient saints is enough to prove the strength of the Necrons.

But it is precisely because of this that Jack Wells is unwilling to give in on the terms of the transaction.

Defeating the Ancient Saints, fighting the Star Gods, and the Necrons, they had captured quite a few good things in the successive god-killing battles.

They cashed out and left, not getting entangled with the evil gods and demons of the subspace, and lived a good life behind closed doors with their huge and numerous treasures and advanced technologies.

If the world's giants are even a little bit lenient, they will suffer huge losses.

So no matter how cruel the blow was, Jack Wells had to cut Trazyn.

(End of this chapter)