What does the emperor want
There were chess pieces of all sizes and heights standing in a row. Conrad frowned slightly and placed a piece.
Fugen, who was opposite him, followed suit immediately. The chess pieces moved faster and faster, like a continuous rainstorm.
[He…] Fugen was speechless, [I thought He would watch from the sidelines, or indirectly intervene in the game. You know how cautious He is.]
I don't care what He is doing.
Conrad sneered, his arm placing the chess pieces almost leaving an afterimage, and the Bone Crusher entrenched on the unbroken defense line began to march towards the heart of Octares at lightning speed.
On the other side, the battle between the Orks and the Tyranids had just come to an end, and the remnants of the two huge fleets were floating chaotically in the void, turning into space junk.
[I am asking, was He watching this and intervening in this because of His whim?! How many things did He play with because of His whim?]
Fulgrim placed his chess pieces, Deceiver beside Bonebreaker, the C'tan's power cut off the line of sight from the Warp,
The lower chessboard was not peaceful either. The gods of the Orcs rushed into the garden, which meant that they could not pay too much attention to their offspring for the time being.
Strangely, the greenskin empire formed by the monsters actually provided the orcs' gods with the power to rampage in the garden.
Conrad made a move.
The Eldar danced in the garden, flames ignited around the Death Guard, and the garden was bustling with activity, the three rings interlocked, resenting each other, cursing each other, and twisting each other.
[I think He has some plan this time.]
Fulgrim spoke cautiously, nodding his head towards the Bonebreakers' army, which was cutting through the battlefield between the remaining Tyranids and Greenskins like arrows.
That is a "monster",
Forgan said,
[This unique existence in the galaxy possesses powerful power. The Emperor cannot help but take action. ]
The two greenskin armies met for the first time, and the two primarchs saw a disagreement between the Bonebreakers and the Deceivers.
It seems that the greenskins of the Underworld Empire have provided the Bonebreakers with a channel to reconnect with their gods. The Tricksters are beginning to fall into disadvantage. As the old saying goes, never treat greenskins as fools.
He will...
Conrad stared at the Deceiver's fragment chess piece without blinking. Now his dark eyes could see clearly, very clearly, the Deceiver had the Emperor's mark on it, and a deal had been made between them.
In addition to Tzeentch, there are also beings in this galaxy who like to play with fate and tricks, such as the C'tan Trickster, the Eldar God of Laughter Sigochi, and of course... the Emperor.
But except for the emperor, their strategies may be far inferior to those of Tzeentch.
No wonder the cheater's chess pieces appear on the chessboard they manipulate. According to common sense, such a powerful existence cannot be simulated by the chess game, and the chess game cannot detect their existence unless they actively expose themselves.
… The question is, what kind of deal did the Emperor make with the Trickster? Why did the Trickster go looking for the monster? And what does this have to do with the Emperor
Conrad slowly raised one hand, and he used it like a gun, with his knuckles clearly visible, and put it to his forehead.
[The Emperor wants...]
The Primarch made a shooting gesture.
Kill it
Fulgrim was silent. The Primarch seemed to be in deep thought. He looked at the green planet that was gradually falling into darkness and eternal silence.
I don’t know.
Forgan said,
[For the emperor, this is the worst option.]
The muscles in the Primarch's hands twitched slightly nervously.
There is another possibility.
Fugen's tone gradually became lower.
[He is the emperor. The emperor is a superior who uses others as tools. Now he may want a good sickle, a... ]
Fugen swallowed his saliva. Star Gods can overwrite memories and take over personalities.
[A black sickle that can bring him annihilation and the end. ]
Conrad stopped talking. After realizing what Malcador might be up to, the Lord of Night's expression turned horribly ugly.
[Him?]
Koz hissed.
[He wishes to drive a nightmare that, as a creature of the warp, would give him nightmares for the rest of his life just by looking at it? Can He restrain His instincts? Madman, He won’t…]
Conrad said this in disbelief. Then the Primarch seemed to have thought of something. Conrad raised his head and chuckled.
[I see.] As if he was going to say something funny, Conrad raised his hand and lifted the necklace.
[I understand. The Lord of Humanity used to drive monsters in the same way. He is just repeating himself! ! !]
Fulgrim sighed as he calmly wiped the blood that splattered on his face.
[Be careful,] said Fulgrim,[my brother.]
Fulgrim lowered his eyes. The chessboard had already been stained with blood and fragments of the Primarch's exploded internal organs, blurring the chessboard.
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"I can't contact my Lord."
In the boat that temporarily escaped the aftermath of the battle moon explosion, Blake took off his helmet and said with despair,
[This was expected.]
The red stone on Blake's waist flashed, and the shadow of Magnus appeared. The Primarch could finally show his true appearance.
[The aftermath of the explosion affected the radio waves, Tyranid's shadows and anti-psychic forces also interfered with psychic communications, and negative psychic Ogryn doesn't have the power of thought. We can't contact him for at least seventeen hours.]
Blake, who was sitting in the corner to rest, looked even more depressed, with dried blood flowing from his forehead.
A huge opening appeared on his breastplate, as if it had been ripped open by a giant blade. Blood gushed out of the opening and then froze into frost.
"Please do not do what my Father forbids,"
Black said, "My dear Primarch, otherwise I will destroy you again at the cost of my life."
Magnus sneered.
[Just you?! And—you think the great Magnus is such an unreasonable being? Don’t compare me with that negative psychic Ogryn! ]
Black stopped talking again, and Magnus awkwardly let his words hang in the small cabin. The son of Pluto was not talkative to begin with, and after pacing a few times, he chose to turn into stone again in order to save energy.
He himself was now extremely weak, with an entire swarm of Tyranids evolving against him. Magnus thought that even the largest fragment of him left would be in a very bad state.
"The biggest battle is over,"
Outside the ship, countless wreckages of ships were floating slowly, and they would collide with the ship from time to time, making a dull thud.
A battle between the Tyranids and the Greenskins. In the face of overwhelming numbers and madness, any words and descriptions become pale. The intensity and breadth of the war even directly tore the chain of command apart from a logical level. In the end, all beings are fighting, trying to pierce the enemy's flesh with anything sharp and hard.
Death slid down like every snowflake in an avalanche, billions of deaths gathered into a disaster that swallowed the sky. This star field was like the ground where fire rain fell. Bright lights lit up one after another, bringing explosions, death and the silence after this bright flash.
The chitinous shell was shattered, the ancient giant fell down and collapsed into garbage, the Tyranid intestines that produced bioplasma were pulled out and condensed into a lump of ice in the air, and the small insect balls in the acid screamed softly and turned into a puddle of rotten water on the ground.
Ignoring the bones groaning in pain, Blake forced himself to raise his hands and wipe the acid off his hair. He could still vaguely hear the screams of the little bugs in his ears.
In the final moments before the explosion, the battle moon led by Black was almost covered with a layer of flesh paint made of greenskin and Tyranid flesh.
This was a great war, and Black was sure that it would cause waves in the warp, about death, about greenskins... He didn't know too much.
But even such a grand war, which even affected the fate of other races in the galaxy to a certain extent, was just a silent pantomime passing by a corner of it.
Further away, it is just a dim, twinkling star.
Further away, they all disappeared into the void and were buried in the endless darkness.
Blake knew his father would never see the fight he was fighting.
Countless insects, those Blake knew and those he didn't, those that were logical and those that were illogical, all fell under his axe.
He would only bring a string of numbers to his father, representing death, victory, and mission accomplished, even if the number of digits on it reached an astonishing length.
Magnus Stone sighed.
[I even... maybe I should fulfill the wishes of those greenskins.]
"… "
Blake sat quietly,
"You shouldn't pay too much attention to something that will eventually be destroyed."
Blake paused.
"Have you not noticed that my Lord has been trying to ignore the individual existence of the greenskins?"
"He had no sight... of them."
The Magnus Stone flashed, as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it said nothing.
Hades has been waiting for a war that would reduce both sides to ashes, and now, his wish has been fulfilled.
Blake tilted his head slightly, his sight penetrating the porthole beside him. The remaining fleets of the Tyranids and Greenskins were still fighting each other, and most of them were no longer a threat.
But the crisis remains.
During the battle, a Tyranid fleet headed for the Greenskin Empire's capital planet.
And... just now, Blake received a message from Bonebreaker, who was summoning the remaining greenskins of the Underworld Empire.
Because the helmet was completely damaged, and Blake couldn't find a facial cover that could completely block the greenskins' detection for the time being, Blake was temporarily unable to come forward and lead the greenskins of the Underworld Empire.
However, due to continuous high-intensity fighting, his overdrawn body did not allow him to continue working.
But thinking of the army and defense of the Greenskin Empire's capital planet, as well as Pluto's capabilities, Blake believed that neither of these two forces could cause any substantial harm to his genetic father.
This was not the blind confidence of the Son of Pluto, but Blake's inference after witnessing Hades' battle with his own eyes.
"Now you have two choices, go to my Father,"
Blake said,
"Or should we join up with the fleet of the Son of Pluto?"
The Magnus Stone flashed,
[All right, but are you sure you can explain my existence? I mean, I don't want those brats to be rude to me.]
Magnus emphasized the last word.
"… "
Blake was silent for a while. He thought of his combat predecessor who never listened to him, and the terrifying sage King. From a realistic logic point of view, Blake might be able to stop the sons of Pluto, but if King came along, then things would be difficult to say.
Blake's silence directly acknowledged Magnus's concerns.
The Primarch raised his voice, [This is not a multiple choice question, little one! Although—]
[Although that Negative Psychic Ogryn is a rubbish person, he is still a guy who has taken on a human form.]
Magnus said, "…I know whether it is good or bad."
"Well," said Blake, "let's go find Pluto."
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It doesn't seem like this is the way it should be.
On the throne, Bonebreaker supported his forehead in thought, and he felt the blood vessels on his forehead throbbing.
It decisively gave up the opportunity to fight with Lao Paoyan, just to kill the monster and rescue the descendants of Mao Ge and Gao Ge, but... but it shouldn't be like this.
Bonebreaker was in deep thought, staring at the greenskin captive standing proudly in front of him. The greenskin had strong muscles, and even though his fur and armor were riddled with bullet holes and stained with blood, one could still vaguely see how well-equipped he was.
The green-skinned boss stood proudly, looking down at the Bonebreaker Warlord with his eyes.
"You! Outsider!"
The green-skinned boss roared in a rough voice,
"You're too late!!! The super WAAAAAAAGH that the Grim Reaper and the Mafia promised us is over!!!"
A breath of hot air blew out of the Bonebreaker's nose.
"You! If you know what's good for you!"
The greenskin boss yelled,
"Just let me go! I'm going to die in the WAAAGH with the bugs! My boss Warlord is dead! Even if this is the aftermath!! I'm going to die here happily!!!"
"Warlord?"
Bonebreaker suddenly asked, and the greenskin boss laughed contemptuously.
"You're from the Crunchy Corner! We have six of those warlords in the Underworld Empire! Surrender now while you still know what's good for you!"
Bone Crusher choked. Six warlords?! Is this really a monster? How can a monster bring out six warlords! Let them happily participate in the big WAAAAAGH!!!
This is a hero!
Bonebreaker blinked his eyes, and the greenskin warlord pondered, but couldn't figure out what the big black monster had done wrong. It was simply the biggest greenskin philanthropist!
…Revival…Waaaagh the Great…
The Bone Crusher was silent, and the scene it saw deeply shocked it. In a trance, the Bone Crusher even thought that it had come to the ancient battlefield under the feet of Brother Mao and Brother Gao, where it was a war between huge ships that were huge enough to swallow up the world.
This is simply the concrete manifestation of the great expedition in the Bonebreaker's dream!
And all this was given by the big black monster.
…it's a monster…kill it…
The Bone Crusher was silent for a long time. It felt that the belief it had always held was collapsing. It gave up the duel with Old Cannon Eye just to launch an abnormally long WAAAAAGH. But now, when it came here, it found that the long WAAAAAGH was over!
The Bonebreaker was silent. The dream that had previously tempted it began to dim, like an old Tiaotiao.
… No… No… No…
Bonebreaker slammed the armrest.
"I'm going back," said Bonebreaker. "Good boy, we'll help your clan of the Underworld fight the remaining bugs."
"Then I'm going back," said Bonebreaker. "Old Cannonhole is old and wrinkled, and I'm going back to have one last fight with him."
… No… No…
Bonebreaker scratched its skull.
"Throw that big green zongzi out. I don't like it."
(End of this chapter)