In fact, Faos still has a lot of good things.
It's just... a little extreme.
In the silent office, Hades stared at the list in his hand thoughtfully.
Without pursuing a post-war ending and without ensuring the survival of personnel, these sages have developed a variety of extinction packages, and there is always one that will be suitable for the battlefield.
[Tidal Chaos Star] (extremely short deployment time): Detonate a massive amount of vortex bombs near a star, directing the subspace tides to collide with the star, then releasing huge amounts of energy to all parts of the galaxy and triggering unpredictable subspace chaos, which may cause confusion between the local subspace and reality.
[Day of Eternal Silence] (Medium deployment time): Three disposable giant ships covered with the plus version of Blackstone Obelisks surround the planet. Led by the death of thousands of Soulless People, the entire planet is directly plunged into a complete Soulless Field.
[Planet Pitcher] (extremely long deployment time): By exploding stars, pulling planets, and various other means, the gravitational field of the galaxy is changed, and a celestial body in the gravitational field is "thrown" out as a weapon and smashed into the target battlefield.
…
Hades's evaluation was that the extermination order was a bit heretical. Apart from the extremely expensive [Day of Eternal Silence], which could be used, Hades could not think of any application scenarios for the others for the time being.
In addition, Faos's technological points are mainly reflected in the improvement of the logistics system and the application of the Nirvana system.
Hades thought about it, then looked at the screen next to his desk. The cables behind it were buried in the floor and led to the [Nirvana Main System] on the lower level of Class A.
On Phaos, Hades rarely saw the extension of the Emperor's consciousness. He tried to communicate with the Imperial Guards, but this group of riddlers was evasive and vague.
Just tell Hades to return to Terra as soon as possible.
After all, the Lord of Mankind wants the cattle and horses to work quickly - this is Hades' idea.
But could something have happened to the Emperor
So far, Hades has not received any message from the Emperor, except for the Imperial Guards who came to guard Nirvana thousands of years ago.
Hades didn't believe that the Emperor didn't know about his return.
He has contacted Mortarion indirectly several times.
Even though the Emperor could not make a psychic call to Hades directly, he could still convey messages by possessing the people around Hades through dream transmission.
But... there is no news.
It may also be that the Emperor feels there is nothing to say, just like it was ten thousand years ago.
He had been rude enough ten thousand years ago.
Hades thought about it, but in the end he couldn't come to any conclusion, so he had to give up.
I still have to go to Terra early to take a look.
Hades put down Faos's documents and picked up the reply letter from Andre, the captain of the 3rd Company of the World Eaters.
Thanks to the outstanding political talents of the Ultramarines, there was no need for Hades to step forward, and the 3rd Company of the World Eaters stationed in the Ultramarines directly expressed their support.
Hades looked at the letter paper, and the words loyalty and pros and cons were written neatly between them.
But Hades frowned and looked again and again, and between every line and column, it was written with the meaning of "helping the brothers out".
The response rate was quite high - probably because the World Eaters don't like meetings.
It's quite refreshing.
This reminded Hades of Angron. He wondered where the cheerful Lord of Red Sand had gone. Maybe he was above Baal
With this in mind, when he returns to Terra and takes office, he will have to find the Primarchs one by one - after all, those who are more capable will do more work.
Hades was thinking about the army under his command.
If you count carefully, he has most of the Ultramarines fleet, one-third of the World Eaters fleet, and all of Phaos' fleet... Plus, the Custodians have now openly followed him, and the Imperial Fists stationed on Terra are unlikely to go to war with Hades and his entourage...
There is also the blessing of reputation. He himself is a "god" in the Underworld Church, one of the two state religions, and his subordinate, Buzz, was once one of the best people in the empire - even if those leaders do not recognize Hades, they have to recognize Buzz Bella from a thousand years ago.
…With all these factors combined, Hades is enough to give Terra’s masters a hard time.
There will certainly be local wars, but they will never be large-scale wars.
Even the biggest danger may not come from Terra. Hades needs to beware of Mars, or the Warp, or other...
...There is nothing more to say. This time on Terra, Hades is determined to win!
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[Terra]
He laughed.
The Ministry of the Interior had long been engulfed in flames, which ignited the last tense nerve of the High Lords. Although there was no Astropath to preside over the order, the team of psykers gathered on Terra launched an attack on the Cathedral of the Underworld.
The High Lords could never agree on how to deal with Hades.
Coupled with some deliberate provocations and plots... they took the initiative to start internal strife.
As for the Startalkers host... the old host died in the struggle for power, and the new host advocates a fight to the death with Pluto, but he is still immature and looks like he will be pulled down by the Lord of Descendants.
The Astra Militarum, the Imperial Navy, and other military authorities have gathered their troops on Terra, but they are just gathering them. The inefficient administrative efficiency of the Empire makes them like a group of headless flies. The current situation is still unclear.
No one knew if it was Hades, when he would come, or why he would come.
The merchant fleet, this fence-sitter, decisively withdrew from the Solar Star Region on the pretext of something. They were stationed in the star area near the Solar Star Region without saying a word.
The state religion...
The Divine Emperor Church, on the other hand, was worried and even operated in secret, supporting many miscellaneous armies in an attempt to suppress the Church of the Underworld - at least on Terra, the two religions were not as harmonious as they seemed on the surface.
After all, there are only so many people, and one person cannot fall completely into two rivers of faith at the same time.
As for the Hades Cult, which was watched by all forces, closed the church doors, summoned the army, and waited for the coming of Hades.
The Star Torch Palace is under strict control of the Imperial Guards, and the Lord of Mankind knows that nothing can go wrong with the Star Torch.
But that was all. This planet was filled with filth and dirt, and the soil beneath his feet even had the blood of alien races flowing in it. The Lord of Mankind was never omniscient and omnipotent. This was one thing he had learned from following the Emperor.
Since the Lord of Mankind cannot decide the fate of mankind - then let Him come.
William walked deep into the palace. The Terra Underground Palace seemed like a huge maze, a long-abandoned hive city. There were not many sources of light, and everything was hidden in a hot and uneasy darkness.
He just walked freely, and every step seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times.
In the uneasy darkness, at the corners, joints, and corners of the huge walls... hatred and angry eyes licked William again and again, but William just smiled and shook his head.
These self-righteous imperial guards still suffered some hardships.
At William's feet, the remains of the demon army were scattered on the ashes, mostly feathers and scales, and even some Eldar-style armor and remnants of weapons.
There was no other way. Since he had to burn everything, he needed to give these golden warriors something to do.
A cold light flashed across the armor of the Dark Eldar. On the throne and on the hem of the king's robe, the Dark Eldar's proverbs were finely woven into patterns and scales.
The Emperor slowly stood up and raised His scepter.
He continued walking, and he even became unusually excited—unable to control himself, he felt excited, after all, this was the first time he faced his former superior directly.
After He became this, He faced the Emperor for the first time after Malcador declared Him Emperor.
It's time for them to talk.
This is all about changing.
The name has a unique charm. The Emperor acquiesced to His offense, or perhaps the Lord of Mankind was simply powerless to stop it - perhaps the Emperor thought this was just the kindness of the former Sigillite.
Regardless, with similar names being called out, He will successfully divert some of the power flowing to the Emperor.
Perhaps the Emperor thought this was just a well-intentioned move to delay his ascension to godhood.
Malcador smiled. Was that really the case? Did the Sigillite think so? Or did he simply want more power... to "restart" it all
Did the Lord of Mankind really see Him clearly? Did he see this traitor clearly? Did he see this... emperor who would eventually send them all to the guillotine
William walked briskly. He could hear the roar of the Imperial Fists under the Eldar swords, the screams of the civil servants in the Fiery Flame, and the low laughter of Tzeentch emerging from the cracks deep in the Webway.
But for [it], that tool, that cannot be driven by psychic energy, that is gradually unable to be driven by the star god,
Pluto.
O Lord of mankind, why are you so lucky to have its support
If you have similar ideas and are both for humanity...
Well... He also does it for mankind... why not give it to Him
Just like ten thousand years ago, the Emperor just glanced at him and handed the children of midnight to Him.
Or... you don't dare to do this to Pluto
A faint light appeared, and William heard the humming sound of instruments. Huge pipes hung down from the sky of this underground world, and the stairs rose layer by layer, forming a road to the sky.
Fragments of stars were scattered on the scarlet carpet, which was like a path where the blood of heroes flowed. Gold shone as if burning. His exquisite and tall toys stood on both sides, embellishing His authority and power.
Bright, too bright in fact.
William raised his head, his neck tilted to an incredible angle, and there the being was sitting—at the very top.
He was there, waiting for him.
The guards said nothing, just staring at the visitor. William raised his foot and stepped onto the first step.
Golden flames burned around him.
One step, another step, and another step...
The long robe hung down from his shoulders, and the ordinary gray robe of the civil servant style became deep and neat. Gold threads grew out of his flesh and blood, outlining his ambition.
Climb, climb up.
Pure white goose down fluffed out, He raised His hand, and the scepter flowed down like mercury, sparkling.
If you get close to the sun, you are destined to burn.
He was enveloped in flames, his once red hair ignited and turned into flowing white, his face changed, and his former friends appeared.
The last stage.
Malcador calmly raised his head, He looked at the Emperor, the Master of Mankind... Neos.
He looked up to the darling of the crowd.
Neos sat calmly and upright on his throne, his eyes closed, wearing a white robe, and looked like he was asleep.
That's all.
But it’s not just that.
He is brighter than the sun, purer than the bright moon, and a miracle of the human race. The cold wind of the Himalayas combs his hair, and the water of the Nile washes his tears. All spirits worship him, respect him, fear him, and love him.
But it was wrong after all.
They were wrong, and He was wrong too.
It's totally wrong.
The emperor took the last step calmly, and the crown appeared, dazzling.
The [Emperor] stood opposite the [Emperor].
Malcador stood opposite Neos.
+Still don't want to wake up? +
Malcador asked frivolously, he smiled and sat comfortably on the chair that suddenly appeared in front of Neos.
Malcador turned his head and looked around casually.
"Same old, I want tea."
He stretched out his hand, and the teacup appeared steadily in his right hand. The white-haired king blew on the surface of the tea, and the hot steam blurred his face.
He looked at Neos.
"Don't want to talk?"
Malcador asked, his smile widening. "I have all the backups of the Ministry of the Interior - you know what I want."
Neos' eyelids fluttered.
That's right... Malcador took a sip, and it still had the familiar taste, but he hadn't thought of it for a long time...
Neos opened his eyes and just stared at Malcador. There was no emotion in his eyes, but there was no light either. This reminded Malcador of the first time he met Neos.
Neos opened his mouth.
But he said nothing.
Malcador looked at Neos calmly, waiting for his second attempt—
"Why?"
Neos said, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.
"For humanity."
Malcador said, "I no longer agree with you, Neos."
Neos just looked at him calmly, but with a hint of sadness.
Was this the expression he had worn when each Warmaster had betrayed him before? Malcador thought sarcastically. Every Eternal who had ever followed the Emperor had turned his back on him. Would he be the last
But did he really betray him
"You and I are not strangers, Malcador."
Neos said, "I forgive your actions, for I know you meant no harm. Although your actions were twisted by the Vast Ocean, I know your true intentions."
"Tell me about it,"
Malcador said, calmly holding the tea in his right hand, with the seal of the Lord of Change visible under his sleeve.
"It's still a while before it arrives."
The sadness in Neos' eyes deepened.
"The Primarchs need to be taught their true nature, and humanity needs to be saved from this... You have never turned to evil... Return, Malcador."
"I have always been here," Malcador said. "I have never turned my back on humanity, but I have certainly grown displeased with you."
"… "
"Your plan is not for humanity."
"You call them humans?"
Malcador stated, "You have lived through the Golden Age, Neos, and yet you still insist on calling them humans? This degenerate race cannot survive in the galaxy."
Ten thousand years of trying... Ten thousand years of changing... But this race couldn't even establish a system to support their internal affairs. Without Neos, they couldn't even maintain an empire that could survive for a long time.
They are too inefficient, too dull, they are dregs, embers.
The only race that cannot move forward and survive in this galaxy is this one.
Neos looked at Malcador.
Vincent Van Gogh, the first person to look directly into the Warp, and who went mad as a result.
(End of this chapter)