Hades admitted that his mind went blank for a moment at that moment.
Under the huge impact of information, Hades' instincts began to scream.
He spent a moment thinking about escaping from here and how to inform Mortarion and Guilliman, and after realizing that it was impossible, he began to think about how to fight the Emperor - but he also realized that he could not get rid of the Emperor now, even if he blew himself up.
After a moment of logical disarray, Hades returned to his senses. He carefully and unnoticeably maintained his previous movements and expressions, but he could feel his heart beating faster.
For now, apart from the shocking remarks just made by the emperor in front of him, his other behaviors are still within Hades's understanding. At the same time, the emperor... has not shown any obvious antisocial tendencies.
Don't want a pseudo-god line, don't want a pseudo-god line, and don't want any other more frightening pseudo-scripture, Hades began to pray frantically. He would rather most of the primarchs were insane than see the Emperor's crazy line.
Hades decided that if in the following conversation, he found out that this Emperor was... Then Hades might explode today, or he might try to please him first, then quickly slip back to the Death Guard and persuade Mortarion to make an alliance with the Primarch.
Seeing that Hades did not respond to his plan, the Emperor stared at Hades with some confusion, but he continued.
"Step two."
The Emperor opened his hands nonchalantly, lowered his eyes, and then looked into Hades' eyes again.
"Hades, do you want left or right? Although it doesn't make sense, you can just choose whatever you want."
Hades felt like the hairs on his neck were about to explode. He didn't understand... He couldn't understand... The first step was for the Emperor to be God, and the second step was for him to choose left or right? Left or right of what
The Emperor's voice was still ringing carelessly, and he was muttering some religious words... something like "integrity and justice" on the right and "deviousness and cunning" on the left, but those were all superstitious words.
…Hades' mind was blank, and he spoke slowly and carefully, still maintaining the tone of his previous conversation with the Emperor, although deep down he had already begun to scream and say goodbye to the Death Guard.
"I hope you can explain the meaning of this option in detail, Neos. I do have a fear of making choices."
The Emperor was silent for a moment.
"I was careless. You mentioned earlier that you didn't want to make a choice - then the right hand."
Don't just skip the question Hades asked and give him the choice! He can at least struggle!
The Emperor, who was completely deaf to Hades' inner wailing, continued to move slowly. Golden light began to gather around him. The next moment, Hades opened his eyes wide—
The emperor raised his right hand, used his left index finger as a knife, and gently cut a line on the first knuckle of his right little finger. Bright red blood oozed out, accompanied by a light "click" sound.
Now, on the main conference table in the first reception room of the 19th Company of the Ultramarines, the Emperor's broken little knuckle was lying quietly. The white bones were clearly visible among the bloody flesh.
Hades' brain completely stopped functioning.
Silent, utterly still, he watched in absolute amazement as the Emperor acted.
As if feeling no pain at all, the Emperor stared calmly at his right hand. The golden flame licked the broken end, and the flesh and blood quickly regenerated. In the blink of an eye, the Emperor's right hand was perfect.
Then the Emperor lowered his eyes and stared at the flesh and blood he had just cut off—
Instantly, a dazzling golden light exploded in this space! The entire room was instantly engulfed in pure white flames.
The fierce power of faith roared in the light, carrying with it unquestionable and overwhelming tyranny and prejudice. The cold and ruthless light of psychic energy bloomed, strangling this tyrannical force, wrestling with it, tearing it apart and merging with it.
The whispers of countless living beings seemed to sway in the fire. They were hopes, statements, beliefs, and pursuits... In the white light that made it impossible to distinguish the north and south of the sky and the earth, they brushed across the emperor's face, like a kiss, but also like a knife cut.
The emperor had a blank expression on his face and ignored the chants of billions of people. He continued to stare at the knuckles he had just cut off. Now, the flesh and blood had melted in the flames, leaving only the bones flickering in the light.
…The flames slowly died down.
The emperor picked up the bone, which was like warm white jade gleaming with golden light, yet also carried a bone-chilling psychic power... It worked, and the emperor was satisfied with it.
Then he slowly raised his head and looked at Hades, who was standing in the corner of the room, raising his scythe towards him.
Hades stared at him as well, gripping his scythe even tighter.
…
"I don't understand."
The emperor held up the joint and said slowly,
"I don't understand it either."
Hades said that he was trying his best to control himself. The psychic flame just now was too fierce. For Hades and his black domain, this was an irreconcilable situation.
… He didn't, he didn't run away immediately, the fucking door was locked, a reinforced one at that, and Hades suddenly remembered that Malcador had closed the door before he left.
Hades screamed in his heart. He should not have forgotten that Malcador was in league with the Emperor. But Malcador was still within the scope of human understanding. What was the Emperor doing? !
Hades swallowed. He should make something clear, otherwise Hades didn't think the Emperor could understand why he was in his current state.
"... Neos, your current behavior is consistent with my impression of... some stereotypical villain images. I am very worried that you are not the person I understand..."
"But... it is closer to some existence in the subspace."
The Emperor was silent, as he continued to hold the joint.
"You misunderstood me, Hades, but I don't think I used misleading words."
Hades stared at the Emperor. He felt that he would never come back from seeing the Emperor again... His Death Guard...
"I do hope that I have misunderstood you, Neos."
“But first,”
Hades said,
"I will state my position first to avoid unnecessary trouble. I hope that, in the end, human beings can live freely, autonomously, and independently, rather than becoming believers in some kind of existence. Human beings can rely on themselves to develop and overcome the crisis."
"And I, Hades, base all my actions on the above principles, and seek benefits for myself and those I know without violating them."
Hades quickly stated his position, and the confusion on the Emperor's face gradually turned into a smile.
But he was holding up a joint, and considering the Emperor's words and actions just now, Hades felt that there was an indescribable sense of weirdness in the whole picture.
Hades didn't understand, all he wanted to do now was curse.
The emperor spoke, his tone quite relaxed,
"That's why I chose you, Hades,"
The Emperor laughed.
"I haven't met someone like you in a long time. I've seen too many people in empty spaces, too many people in cramped spaces... and those caught in the middle, tortured to the point of going crazy."
The Emperor smiled and shook his head.
"I admire your generosity, and I appreciate you - if you put down the sickle."
Hades remained unmoved, even though he felt he could not survive a single blow from the Emperor.
"You need to clear up my misunderstanding of you first, Neos. What's your second step, third step... what's the plan going forward?"
Hardy paused.
"At least I haven't seen a plan that requires cutting off a section of my pinky finger."
The Emperor blinked, he seemed to be thinking.
"It can be any other part, as long as it carries my skeleton."
Is this the key point?!
"Why do you want to carry your skeleton with you? What is it for?"
The Emperor twisted the joints in his hand. He reminded Hades of those bored people playing with rubber.
"This is a medium. From a mystical perspective, it will connect with my spiritual power. Through this, I can transfer my spiritual power, which is mostly the part with impure faith, to you to avoid the possibility of becoming a god."
Hades breathed a sigh of relief instantly and slowly put down his sickle. The ups and downs just now made him feel mentally exhausted.
"You could have explained it in advance instead of giving me a choice."
The Emperor stopped turning his joints.
"Perhaps this is a matter of habit. I always prefer to show my power to people before giving them orders."
Hades took a deep breath.
"So what about the explanation? After witnessing your power, people bow down to you without any need for your explanation. Am I right?"
Then Hades saw the Emperor nod slowly and hesitantly.
“Explanation always takes time, and most of the time, explanation brings no benefit.”
Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, Hades said that what you said was right, and he was almost scared to death just now.
If he were Malcador, the Emperor would have frightened him to death sooner or later. Poor old Malcador, he still gets frightened at such an old age.
Hades looked at the Emperor in silence, put away his scythe, and sat back in silence.
Seeing him come back, the emperor smiled at him to show his friendliness.
Hades almost couldn't catch his breath again.
"Transferring spiritual energy?"
Hades decisively changed the subject. He didn't want to recall the scene just now, but the bones that the emperor was playing with in his hands kept reminding him of the previous crazy scene.
"You want me to absorb this part of spiritual energy? But if you give it to me and I absorb too much..."
Hades' voice gradually faded. No, that's not right—
"This part of spiritual energy is not completely for me to consume. Do you hope to use it to suppress my black domain?!"
The emperor smiled and nodded.
"Yes, this is why I must [Call God]. Your Black Domain is still not enough to shake the waves now - it's time for us to give it a push."
"As long as the power of faith can suppress your Black Domain, you can remain active throughout the empire and release it when necessary."
Hades pondered... The Emperor is now tacitly approving the belief in Pluto, diverting the Oil Man's belief to expand his Black Domain, and then he claims to be a god with the help of the Word Bearers, and uses this part of the power of faith to suppress Hades' Black Domain.
As long as faith in the Emperor is guaranteed to always outstrip the expansion rate of the Black Domain, Hades' Black Domain can theoretically grow to an astonishing degree - and it can be controlled.
In theory, it is feasible, but this... but this is a bit crazy. If the Emperor allows faith, then is it possible for the Dark Lord to accelerate... and... the Four Gods will definitely be aware of the Emperor's actions... This behavior is similar to building a nuclear bomb... Will they take any action
Hades shook his head. This was crazy, but it was possible.
He swallowed.
"It seems I have no other choice. I accept it. I accept it."
Hades stared at the emperor in front of him, md he was smiling so brightly.
Hades decided to try to salvage what little dignity he had.
"But you... aren't you afraid that the existence of the subspace will... act in advance?"
The Emperor stopped smiling.
"It has already begun, Hades. After the Perfect City, you need to go to the Twelve Legions."
Yes, is there
(End of this chapter)