… No… No… No…
The Bonebreaker ships coughed, spitting out alien dregs.
A firelight imprisoned in the green light fell from the starry sky, and the fiercely burning firelight floated in the air, and bits of golden silk fragments flashed by—
… take me…
The wreckage of the greenskin ships was mixed with the corpses of the Tyranids, and flames slowly lit up among the pile of ship wreckage.
… take me…
He looked far away at the planet filled with deathly silence... The Void Dragon, the Nightbringer, and Him... A familiar aura lingered around Him... This was exactly what He wanted...
… take me…
… … … …
That is an even more ancient story.
So long ago that these new races had not yet been born.
So long ago that the Necrons weren't even Necrons yet.
Back then, they were called Necrontyr.
At that time, He was called the Messenger.
Now, He is called a deceiver.
Words are His weapons, love, hate, joy, anger, rage, ignorance, sweet words sprinkled with honey, promises stronger than gold. He creates beautiful illusions, He spreads hazy mist, and He watches them fall into madness.
He dug out hatred, and brought out the treasure called hatred from the deepest part of his consciousness, igniting the flames of this eternal war.
The Necrontyr began to envy and hate the Old Ones.
He promises glory and paints a picture of an immortal future.
The body is transformed, and the fearful ones abandon their flesh and turn into metal bodies.
He is a despicable person, a wolf in nature, who instigates his accomplices to devour his brothers and sisters.
[You have tasted the soul, my friend...]
The souls of the Necrontyr... the inner cores of these ephemeral creatures.
[Abnormally delicious?]
[No, no, no, the real delicacy is not the soul...]
Shining golden silk poured down, and from His mouth spewed out the source of disaster.
[Delicacy is of the same clan, you and I... strength comes from it.]
He made every Star God believe that the other Star Gods were the most delicious beings in the world, far more delicious than stars and far more intoxicating than souls.
The star gods began to attack and devour each other.
However, after losing their souls, the slaves under their feet turned their guns around and aimed at the star gods who were fighting each other.
… Crushed, imprisoned, exiled, ten thousand years after ten thousand years, in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years passed in a flash.
The kin who devoured each other either went mad or were shattered together and sealed in a corner of the Milky Way, until all knowledge of the Star God was forgotten by the universe.
The only intact Star God... the Outer One, after devouring too many Star Gods, fell into madness amid the screams of the Star Gods and exiled himself from the galaxy.
Their time has ended, along with the dust on the Necron tombs, the gods of physics have fallen, and all that remains are rats.
The eternal war came to an end, the ancient saints faded away, huge waves arose in the warp, the Octagon of Chaos emerged, and the four gods of the warp slowly took their seats.
The greed of the Warp began to encroach on the real universe, but the Star Gods were shattered and imprisoned.
Their time is long gone.
until…
until…
Until that human defeated the fragment of the Void Dragon and imprisoned it in the wilderness of Mars.
The gears of Om Messiah began to turn, and human greed and ambition created new miracles.
The fragmented self could not, could not notice it, but the arrogant Necrons threw a part of itself toward it—
He saw it.
He wants to touch it.
He wishes to devour it.
He wants to replace it.
The devouring of the star gods would allow them to acquire the abilities of the devoured, and He was looking forward to it.
He hoped... He hoped so much... Its greed was so huge, such a wonderful and pure desire, such a special existence... He felt himself stirring, and the beautiful memories of persuading his own kind billions of years ago emerged. If it... He would easily instigate it to continue eating, instigate it to fall into madness.
Devour it, devour it, devour it!
The Star God had fallen into the abyss because of his appetite.
Even though He is just a piece of imprisoned fragment, He has infinite time and energy. Every move of the chess piece, every coaxing, every success, He carefully operates, stirring its dreams, trying to obtain more information about it.
until…
Until that madman in the Warp discovered Him.
The Emperor came towards him.
The scarlet robe was embellished with jewels, the crimson velvet cape hung to the ground, the gold threads were neatly arranged on the Tourte-style tights, the white enamel velvet covered most of the body, the red roses and bows were layered, and fell on the gold and red high-top pearl white leather boots.
In the white gloves with golden tassels, the golden scepter was lightly pointed to the ground, with mysterious sub-space spells inlaid on it, shining brightly.
A crown is shining brightly.
+Who are you looking for? +
Under the crown and silver hair, a pair of eyes were looking at the Deceiver's fragment with great interest.
[Are you looking for him too?]
The emperor smiled but said nothing, playing with the gem on top of the scepter with his gloved hands.
The deceiver smiled. He was the one in this world who was best at playing with people’s hearts.
[I can help you... Do you want to find your former subordinate and help him, or do you want to... ]
[Destroy it?]
The smile in the emperor's eyes deepened.
+I can help you break free from your current constraints. +
The tip of the scepter pointed toward the undead cage that imprisoned Him.
+Go find it,+ Malcador said coolly.+Check it out for me.+
+After that, bring it to me... no matter the kernel. +
The emperor raised his eyes slightly, and the scepter he pointed at the undead building did not move, the tip of which drew slight circles, waiting for the deceiver's answer.
The deceiver smiled.
[It seems we think the same thing.]
They knew tacitly what would happen if the deceiver did not agree.
If the Deceiver disagrees... Malcador will not simply walk away.
The two demigods played tricks on each other, and they spent a lot of time testing each other. In the end, the deceiver thought that the other party was a fool controlled by the warp.
The emperor simply did not understand what Star God meant.
Having devoured it, having replaced it, the Deceiver could easily break the oath, something He was always adept at.
Using language as chess pieces, they reached a consensus. The emperor helped the deceiver break free from the cage, and the deceiver was the first to sense its return. Then... it was his stage.
He will devour it, displace it, take over its physical authority... and make it pay for its previous greed.
The shining golden silk floats in the galaxy. Because it is a creation of the ancient saints, the Orks are naturally repelled by it.
That orc... Why is his obsession so strong...
He cannot spend too much energy on the Orcs now. He is trying to resonate with the fragments of Pluto and interfere with it.
… past…
Looks like I need to catch another ride.
The Deceiver waits, his cunning nature stirring once again.
The Emperor's ideas were empty talk... Did He wish to have the Deceiver serve Him, or did He wish for the Deceiver to be consumed by Him and then serve Him, a Warp Being
Perhaps He was simply caught up in the madness of being swept away by power.
Tyranid roared, and thick fleshy tentacles wrapped around him, and the smile on the Deceiver's mouth deepened.
On the throne of the Warp, the emperor was silent, pondering his scepter arrogantly.
The deceiver laughed at him for not understanding the Star God.
—————
"The Bone Crusher is back?"
Buzz said in amazement that after the Bone Crusher fleet went deeper into the star zone, their advance ships followed closely behind.
The news coming from within the Octareus sector surprised everyone.
The star region where the Orks and the Tyranid fleets sank was already a shameful place. The scrap iron and flesh suspended in the void… even dyed the stars red from a distance.
But for the human empire, this may be good news.
This means that the alien races in the Octares star field have been greatly weakened. Butz and Political Commissar Yarick judged that it was because the power of the Orks and Tyranids in the Octares star field was greatly reduced that the Bone Crusher chose to enter the star field immediately.
Buzz was silent. His political sense and military intuition told him that the war between the greenskins and the Tyranids, which had almost exhausted all their military forces, was not a simple one.
According to Tyranid's habits, it is ridiculous to use all their strength to fight a war of attrition...
Under Buzz's insistence, the advance team managed to capture some greenskins... However... the words from the aliens shocked him even more.
Buzz still remembered that at that time, he, Jin, Kirkland, and Political Commissar Yarick were watching the greenskin in the torture room together.
The green one said...
"WAAAAAGH!!! Touch his face for the Grim Reaper!!!!"
Buzz, who was drinking tea, spat out a mouthful of water. At that moment, time seemed to slow down extremely. Mingzi only remembered that he knocked down Political Commissar Yarick at a not-so-gentle speed, and then immediately ordered to erase this part of the Political Commissar's memory.
Kirkland's somewhat resentful voice came from the side.
"Didn't you just respect him, the son of Hades?"
Buzz coughed and watched worriedly as the medic took Yarick away.
Only Jin stared straight at the green-skinned creature, the pixels on the sage's face flickered.
After a long while, Jin slowly spoke.
"My Lord has become involved in the disputes among these foreign races."
Buzz nodded, but a worse premonition slowly rose in his heart like a dark cloud. He always had a premonition that he was going to hear something extremely bad.
Sure enough, next, Buzz heard an even more shocking fact from the mouth of a greenskin.
"… "
The three of them stood there, looking at each other.
"… so… "
Buzz said with difficulty, "My father..." He swallowed again, "personally played the role of an Ork and established a greenskin empire to consume the power of the Tyranids?"
He almost felt dizzy. This was not what Senior Karas had mentioned in his letter.
Such a fantasy would never appear in any of his wildest and most arrogant fantasies. He was ready to see a monster made of metal and darkness—
But now facts tell him that the gene father he was wary of and cautious of is playing the role of a green and black orc
!!! ...
Buzz felt a little out of breath for a moment. The son of Pluto took a deep breath, trying to understand the mysterious words coming out of the greenskin's mouth again.
He simply couldn't imagine... If the Empire knew that Pluto was leading the greenskins to fight... The mere fact that Pluto took the initiative to help the greenskins develop... Even the most tolerant Inquisitor would firmly call it heresy.
Almost subconsciously, Buzz began to think about how to help Pluto cover up this matter. This kind of thing could not be spread out. Not only were the high lords conservative, but this matter itself was challenging the bottom line and laws of the human empire.
If it gets out, in addition to being met with fierce opposition, there will inevitably be imitators, which is not a good thing.
But compared to Buzz, who was already sweating, the remaining two mechanical sages seemed much more rational.
"Relax,"
Realizing Buzz's nervousness, the Great Sage Jin said slowly,
"Praise Hades, we still have room to control this matter, and... my Lord succeeded, the Tyranids have been destroyed."
Buzz wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words several times. Finally, he smiled awkwardly.
"I understand where the atmosphere of whimsy in the Chapter comes from."
"It just takes more time for the judge."
"You were once the Regent of the Empire, and now you are the Hero of the Empire."
Kirkland said nonchalantly, “Don’t tell me you haven’t dealt with similar incidents—but these are minor things.”
"The important thing is, we need to go find Him!"
"Even the alien races know how to worship Him as a god. What are we, the guys who claim to be believers, doing? We are derelict in our duty. We are completely derelict in our duty! Why are we still shrinking? After we did nothing, He even stepped down to resolve the crisis himself!"
Kirkland shook his head, sighed and rebuked.
"Why don't we leave now? I could tolerate your cowardice before - but now, there is no reason for you to delay again, Jin! Little guy! If you don't leave now, Phaos will go alone!"
Kim showed a :D, "Shut up, Kirkland."
Golden Physicist shut up Kirkland, and the Great Sage looked at Buz, waiting for Buz's decision.
Buzz was silent. Pluto's actions disrupted his previous thinking... A green-skinned Pluto... Death be upon him...
Buzz sighed inwardly as he sorted out the current information.
Now that the most threatening forces within Octareus had been eliminated, the Bonebreaker turned his forces back on theirs.
Furthermore, he already knew that Pluto was the founder of this greenskin empire.
Buzz thought for a moment.
"Send out the troops and advance."
The Son of Hades said, "Send a part of the army and have Yarrick hold back the Bone Crusher. We will bypass them and go straight to Hades."
Kirkland gave a muffled cheer.
—————
… Hungry…
… eat…
In the silence, the alarm was beeping.
Hades slowly opened his eyes. The wakefulness after a short nap made him feel even more tired. In the dim room, Hades saw the greenskin guard lying on the ground.
Hades blinked, and his thinking began to become slow, just like the state when he had just woken up. Seeing the greenskin, Hades didn't seem surprised at all.
… Hungry…
The piercing alarm sounded past his ears, and Hades stood up in a trance. He walked to the door and pushed it open.
He saw corpses everywhere.
All kinds of unattended instruments were whistling, warning red and yellow lights were echoing each other, and in the distance, the buildings that had lost the power of my thinking were collapsing.
The blinding sunlight shone directly on his face. Hades squinted his eyes, looked up, and saw the sky where the Tyranid bio-pod fell.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth was shaking, and Hades looked up into the distance.
At the end of his sight, he saw the green-skinned giants rushing towards him. A huge green-skinned giant stood on top of the giant and shouted towards the command room,
"Black Boss!!! Are you okay?!!!"
Hades opened his mouth, and darkness spread before his eyes and under his feet.
Don't come over here!!!
Hades raised his arms high, waved and shouted,
"don't want-"
boom!!!
The green skin above Gu Juji's head fell down, and Gu Juji rushed down as if he had lost control.
Dust and fog rose, and the loud noise of the bio-capsule falling to the ground rang out like a machine gun. Hades stood where he was, watching the Tyranids who crawled out of the bio-capsule and began to attack each other.
In a trance, Hades returned to the afternoon when he had just woken up.
He seemed to be out of control due to hunger for a while
Hades slowly raised his hand, and the silver-white metal condensed into a giant sickle in his hand, and tiny arcs of electricity rose.
He is hungry.
(End of this chapter)