I am the magnetic field maniac

The Silent King certainly knows what it means to raise a tiger to cause trouble, but compared to humans, the Tyranid swarm is obviously a greater threat -

The Zerg swarm that threatens to engulf the entire galaxy is a bigger problem than a small race that may have the potential to develop.

As for the Eldar? The Silent King never took these old rivals seriously. Even if he gave them the galactic hegemony, they could still become like this. This race has no future. Even if he gave them a hundred or a thousand chances, this race would definitely fall to the bottom!

As for humans? In the eyes of the Silent King, they are no different from the Eldar... If anything, they are just very lucky.

Slaanesh devoured the Eldar, but the Dark Lord rejected this outcome. Other than that, the Silent King sees humans and Eldar as the same.

Just as fragile and vulnerable as they once were as Necrontyr.

"The balance of the universe?" the Emperor said quietly.

"You hope to use those lives that play with the rules of the universe to balance the universe. It's not that you don't believe it... but you know very well that even the rules of the universe have their limits." The Silent King said playfully.

"All interests will eventually converge on the biggest one on the spire. You humans call it the Matthew effect. Your plan will only end up raising some "carbon-based star gods."

At this point, the Silent King shook his head and said...

"I have no objection to your plan, but you know best the probability of things getting out of control without your control. Anyway, it is your own problem within the galaxy, and we don't care."

"But no matter what, we will take all the Star God fragments with us before we leave the galaxy. Because if there are new ecological niches that can fill their positions... then these fragments will no longer have any reason to exist."

When the Silent King spoke of the Star God fragments, there was obvious cruelty and pleasure in his voice, and it was obvious that he was also looking forward to the success of the Emperor's plan.

After all, if that were the case, they could complete their revenge completely.

If they had not taken the balance of the universe into consideration, they would have wiped out all the star gods tens of millions of years ago.

Now that the problem of the balance of the physical universe has been solved, the next step is to deal with the subspace.

Obviously, even if he obtained the soul, the Silent King had very little affection for those nonsense things.

He would be happy to help the Emperor plug the Eye of Terror, provided that there wasn't another bout of Warp Diarrhea that would open up the stitched wound again.

"I have taken back the overall control of the Tomb Slayer."

The Silent King said this with some disdain. No wonder he felt that way...

After all, they couldn't bear to see how humans and the Eldar had exploited their legacy over the years.

It was extremely stupid for that idiot named Abaddon to regard the Tomb Killer as a simple star-destroying weapon and very hard stone, and the Eldar?

They are not much better!

The Blackstone Arrays and Blackstone Fortresses (Tomb Killers) left by the Necromancers in the Milky Way could have stitched up the Eye of Terror and suppressed the waves of the Warp even after Slaanesh was born...

But it is obvious that neither the elves nor humans have been able to seize this opportunity within ten thousand years.

Since they can't do it, the Silent King doesn't mind giving them a little shock of necromancy technology!

"I have blocked the eye of the whirlpool, and only this big crack remains." The Silent King looked up at the huge dark purple crack and sighed...

“Since our great enemy first tore open this rift between the Supreme Heaven and the physical universe in order to defeat the Star God and us, until now, its size and scope have expanded by about a billion times.

Originally, one Tomb Killer would have been enough, but now, I need to mobilize the arrays of all dynasties in the galaxy to operate simultaneously."

The wound of the Eye of Terror may look no different from the rift torn by the Old Ones...

But in fact, the fact that the Cadia Gate could spread across half of the galaxy once it cracked shows how badly the "wound" of the physical universe has deteriorated.

Even the Silent King, a surgeon, would feel his nonexistent scalp tingling when he saw such a scar...

"Even if we mobilize all the current Tomb Killers, we can only forcibly sew up the Great Rift - but the price is that the entire galaxy and even most of your star regions will be transformed into a spirit-exorcising death zone."

The Silent King paused for a moment, he took off the mask of Sanguinius and revealed his face, tired, extremely tired.

He did not allow himself to obtain a soul through the fire source. Perhaps it was because the Silent King already had a soul, or perhaps it was because the Silent King thought he was not qualified to obtain a soul.

"But even so, the suture of the Great Rift can only last no more than 15,000 orbital periods of your Terra."

The Emperor was silent for a moment. Perhaps the answer given by the Silent King was a little cruel.

But the emperor already knew that once the imbalance began, it would be extremely difficult to remedy the situation.

Fifteen thousand years. This means that even if the Emperor made the ultimate sacrifice, humanity would only have fifteen thousand years of peace.

After that, the waves of the subspace will inevitably be rolled up again... and in these fifteen thousand years, can the physical universe achieve a balance with the subspace?

Will this hell ever return to what it was supposed to be?

The Emperor could not see that future, just as he could no longer see the long future after the moment the Webway was shattered.

Believing in the wisdom of future generations is an irresponsible behavior, but the emperor has no choice.

"Then do it this way." The emperor said softly

"This is all I can do. I can only place my hopes on my offspring and humanity itself."

He has supported mankind for 40,000 years, and the road ahead can only be explored by mankind itself.

"Perhaps I should change my mind about you." The Silent King smiled softly, and then handed him the mask of Sanguinius...

"Take him away. I always think that he is more suitable to be an emperor than you."

The Emperor looked at the mask of Sanguinius for a long time in silence.

169. The Departure of the Bonebreaker

"Gah, so boring!!"

In the Extreme Star Region, after Bonebreaker failed to kill the White Scar Primarch again... he angrily and angrily smashed a huge ancient mega-ship with a stick!

The Great Prophet of the Orcs is very bored. The Great Prophet of the Orcs is very unhappy!

It was not just because he was being tossed around like a fool by those two annoying shrimps, but also because this war - did not meet his expectations!

Whether it's an Ork or a Kolk, whether it's a degenerated greenskin or a former ancient orc...what has actually changed is only the degree of their strength and technological completeness.

Deep down, in their bones and souls, they are essentially a group of optimistic war lovers.

Without war, they will wither. Without war, they will really wither!!

These human shrimps clearly don't want to have a decisive battle with Octares.

They are delaying the progress of the Orc Empire, dragging them into this meat grinder... yet they always avoid any possible large-scale head-on conflict with them.

Of course, this result means that they occupy a large number of shrimp planets - but so what?

These shrimps would rather sacrifice those worlds, or even mercilessly blow up the planets and the green skins on them, than engage in a large-scale head-on war with them.

Without enough war, Bonebreaker cannot satisfy himself, let alone the great Goge and Maoge!

Even though he was chosen as the Great Prophet, the Orc Emperor, and possessed incomparable magnetic field power! But if he didn't satisfy his addiction to war for a day, he would feel like ants were crawling all over his body! !

If it were in the past, Bonebreaker could still convince himself to drag it out with these shrimps with tactical thinking - he would gain in the end anyway, it was just a matter of time.

But now he just doesn't have time!

Big Brother Gomao roared at him more than once in the turbulent sea of ​​warp - a bigger war, a greater war is waiting for him!

And the thought of another bigger and more Waaaagh war in another place makes the Bonebreaker itchy!

Also, those damn bean sprouts are nasty.

The virus they released was designed to target the characteristics of the orcs as "fungi"...

Those psychic plagues, which originally came from the ancient Eldar used to destroy the greenskins, massively delayed and harmed the progress of the Orc Empire.

Of course, the orcs are absolutely not afraid of any damn casualties...but delaying the progress of the war is fucking unbearable!

This unpleasant war is even worse than the one between Bonebreaker and Old One-Eye!

At least that old one-eyed guy is a good opponent!

The Bonebreaker thought for a long time, alone in this vacuum, thinking for a long, long time. No one dared to disturb the Great Prophet, not even the other chosen one of the Second Brother, Warboss Volkan.

After about three days of pondering, Bonebreaker came up with the answer.

"I think we should go to a bigger battlefield and pursue a bigger waaaaagh!!"

Bonebreaker roared and made decisive preparations to move forward.

He forcibly separated 70% of the power of the Orc Empire Octares...

After ordering the technical boys to transform all the Ork warships and battle moons according to the standards of the Stormtroopers, they drove into the depths of the warp without hesitation.

Of course, they don't have any Geller's Stand or anything like that to protect themselves. Orcs never use that kind of sissy stuff! Those damn demonic things, just smash them all!

But the strange thing is that along the way there was actually no blind Warp Unliving Being to disturb the Bone Crusher's advance.

Maybe it was because Brother Gomao beat up all those annoying things...

It could also be that those nasty creatures are also counting on seeing Bone Crusher give them a big one.

But it doesn’t matter. As long as there is a war to fight, he, the Bone Breaker, will be very happy, even nine times as happy!

Before setting off, he also invited Volkan, but the Warboss, who was as powerful as Bonecrusher, refused Bonecrusher's invitation to participate in the great Waaagh.

He said he was going to set off to participate in a bigger Waaagh outside the galaxy, and to Waaaagh forever with the bugs that could never be killed.

It makes sense. Although Bonebreaker is also very clear about what his brother, who used to be a nobody, thinks, how rebellious and abnormal he is, why should he care?

Bonebreaker just wants a good waaaagh, and he doesn't want to care about anything else!

Thus, this crisis and the war in the eastern part of the entire galaxy ended in such an anticlimactic way.

After wreaking havoc in the Ultramarine for nearly two years, the entire Orc Empire escaped into the Warp to seek greater fun under the leadership of the Great Prophet.

The Ultramarines and White Scars, who suffered heavy losses in this war, are no longer able to participate in the next war at a legion scale.

The White Scars Primarch Jaghatai Khan and the returned Space Wolves Primarch Lemanus...

Together with the Dark Eldar's Haemonculus Grand Master Rakarth, they approached the new Ork Emperor Vorkan, who was preparing to leave the galaxy.

No one knows what they communicated, but it is known that the Spear of Dionysus that Lemanus found finally stayed there.

Lemanus's answer to the salamanders who asked them about the whereabouts of their genetic father was simple.

Vokhan will definitely return, Vokhan will return sooner or later, but now, he has to serve a greater cause.

Even if that might mean moving away from the galaxy, away from my former home.

No sacrifice is too great to be accepted, including by you, us, and the Emperor.

The galaxy has never stopped. After solving the problem of the Orc Empire...

The two Primarchs, along with a large number of Primaris Space Marines dispatched by Guilliman and the Imperial Expeditionary Force, rushed into the war to expel the Terra Zerg swarm in the Obscure Segmentum.

War, war never ends...

"War, strife, destruction, these will never end as long as the world is dominated by irrational life."

Midgard, this demonic world that was once filled with steel buildings, factories and wastelands, has now completely changed...

It turned into metal, into steel, into a world made of pure cold machines.

It was like the Necrons' world engine, but perhaps even more extreme than that... because the darkness surrounded by countless machines was something that was enough to scare even demons.

In the center of this iron world, on the throne, Primarch Perturabo, who had completely mechanized and digitized his body, whispered.

Primarch? Whether he can be called a Primarch now is another matter.

Completely abandoning the physical body, abandoning all the genetics and complexities constructed for him by the Emperor, Perturabo's body was completely forged by him personally.

He had completed the journey from Primarch to Demon, and through analyzing Angron's status...

Perturabo believed that ascension was a path for the Primarch to move towards a higher life temple.

Through the sacrifice of the Iron Cage, he successfully transformed into a Daemon Prince of Chaos, making up for the original essence that Fulgrim had plundered from him.

But he was not satisfied. Or rather, after completing his ascension to demon, Perturabo further understood the nature of chaos and believed that this was not a higher path, but a wrong way forward!

Unlike Lorgar, he would not feel complacent about not serving any Chaos Gods.

Perturabo is cruel but rational, especially after he became a demon, he became even more rational than a demon prince.

Becoming a pure Warp life form was by no means an evolution for the Primarchs. On the contrary, it was just a path of tragic degeneration.

Before they became Primarchs, they were pure concepts of the Warp... The so-called ascension to demons could not bring any progress at all, but only pushed themselves back to the initial stage.

So, Perturabo began to seek more.

But the more he studied Chaos, the clearer Perturabo's understanding of the Warp and reality became.

So I became more and more disgusted, and hated all these annoying things more and more.