"Tzeentch is truly a sinner..."
Hades muttered quietly, trying to make his presence as small as possible so as not to interrupt the touching reunion of father and son on the other side of the hall.
Compared to the Thousand Son who was obsessed with psychic energy ten thousand years ago, Ahriman is now cautious and careful enough - otherwise he would not have survived for ten thousand years.
But how much and what he experienced in these ten thousand years, I am afraid only Ahriman himself knows.
After ten thousand years of struggling under the premise of the original body's betrayal...
Thinking about it this way, the Lord of Humanity who didn't tell the old con man the truth was also a bastard.
But if the Master of Mankind told Ahriman of the glory and loyalty of Magnus... could the Thousand Sons still withstand the temptation and corruption of the traitorous Primarch
…
Hard to say.
Hades decided to drop the subject, now that he was here, now that they already had a fragment of loyalty, there were no other assumptions, they only needed to guard against future Tzeentch.
But the Lord of Mankind said he could stop worrying about Tzeentch for the time being...
In the Warp, the Emperor might have gone to visit the Lord of Change recently.
Hades thought that by now, the Lord of Mankind must have the souls of several loyal Primarchs in his hands, and it all depends on how he will use them.
Perhaps he is sleeping, perhaps he is engaging Malcador in a duel of wits and courage, or perhaps he is simply attacking Chaos like Mortarion did.
—————
“This is Nirvana.”
The emperor opened his eyes and looked calmly at Nirvana placed in the distance of the underground palace.
In the burning golden eyes, the place where the huge cardinal was operating was dead silent. This silent existence did not have a machine soul - the machine soul was the symbol of the subspace.
A wonderful creation.
The Emperor looked at the Nirvana created by Hades - did Hades himself know that he had created something similar to the Necrons
At the beginning of the story, this is how the C'tan transformed the Necrontyr into the Necrons.
Necrons transformed from Necrontyr, personalities purely programmed by programs, dead people who have completely abandoned their souls.
This is the Pluto that merged with the Star God...
A helpless smile appeared on the corner of the Lord of Mankind's mouth. Perhaps only then would he realize how rebellious and shocking his "creation" was. To some extent, he had released a new star god.
But he did not regret it, instead he felt relieved.
Humanity failed.
In the past Iron Man Wars, they were defeated. The Iron Man technology that was not contaminated by the warp was not the answer for the human race.
After this, the wildfire of ignorant worship spread like wildfire, the technological building was overturned and locked, technology was a gift from heaven, and the thoughts of the subspace overwhelmed the technology developed by humans.
Once upon a time, every bit of spiritual light of a sage would turn into a thought trend in the subspace, be watched by Chaos, and benefit from Chaos.
A being called Machine Soul, amid everyone's prayers, suddenly appeared on the machine that was once the least likely to coexist with the subspace.
The Lord of Mankind was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Restricting technological innovation and establishing a creator god in the technological world was also a helpless move of that era - and it is also the lifeline that continues to this day.
But now…
The image of the original craftsman in the warp was shattered, the High Heaven was disrupted and weakened... This is an opportunity.
The Lord of Mankind slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Human history has proven that creations that are completely devoid of the Warp will eventually betray humanity.
The history of the Necrons has also proven that pure C'tan technology cannot bear the weight of a race.
They are all... not human-like.
No soul.
After all, humans cannot be separated from the subspace. Instead of completely abandoning it, it is better to carve out a place for it in advance... He finally embarked on this destiny, but this road still has enough room for human survival.
On the supreme throne, gold was burning. Countless figures were swaying, vague and shadowy, but they were all being melted together in this golden river of the blazing sun.
A brown man was walking in this long, sparkling river. His figure changed from time to time, looking like a man or a woman, sometimes old, sometimes young. His long black hair flowed down. He looked searchingly at the two banks wetted by the river water.
People were looking at him.
He walked forward, trudging patiently, and finally, he found the first person he wanted.
The Lord of Mankind raised his eyes and saw a tall figure standing on the river bank, his arms gleaming with the luster of steel, and next to him stood a white-haired girl, her figure indifferent.
Behind them are tens of millions of sages in red robes.
… Fortunately, Hades’s power was weak enough at that time, allowing him to find a part of the soul.
Then again, he never regretted releasing the star god named "Pluto".
No... maybe it was Pluto who controlled the power of the star god.
The human race is not the same as the Necrons. They met a loving person named Ren. In the past, the Star God deceived the Necrontyr to transform into Necrons, just hoping to devour their souls.
But most of these people whose thoughts were imitated by machines still had intact souls, but the impurities were washed away by the dark Styx.
Except for the first sage, all of them have been buried in the underworld.
+Come on,+
The Lord of Mankind said softly,
+You followed me voluntarily, still hoping to fight for humanity... My warriors, then return to the machines that carry your wisdom, and use your loyalty and wisdom as spears and halberds—+
+Fight for me, fight for humanity.+
The white-haired girl nodded to the emperor and jumped into the river.
Following her were thousands of sages, scarlet, red, red dimmed by ashes and motor oil, red re-stained by blood. The red torrent flowed past him, their robes brushed against him, and they went upstream on the shining golden river, rushing towards the shining golden sun behind him with an unswerving determination.
Inside the Terra Underground Palace, behind numerous checkpoints of the Imperial Guards, the roaring Nirvana machines lit up wisps of hazy gold, like a golden veil covering the face.
The emperor turned his head and watched the red figures blurring in the sky, the boundary between the physical and the soul. He heard the sound of wading in water in front of him, but he was not in a hurry to look back.
[I will complete my mission.]
The emperor blinked, and drops of water fell from his long hair.
+Never regret it? +
The giant, his body ablaze, spread out his hands.
[I am only acting rationally, father, in the past, present and future, rationality and logic are in my blood. I am ashamed of my past failures, but failure is only a necessary experience on the way to victory.]
[Fighting for humanity does not dishonor my honor.]
The Emperor smiled, and turned to look at his offspring.
+I know you've always wanted to meet him.+
The Lord of Mankind spoke softly, and saw the giant in front of him shudder.
+He is with the Emperor.+
The Emperor whispered, +I give you permission to seek him out... but now is not the time... You must judge the time for yourself, Fenus Manus. +
He stopped and looked at the Gorgon calmly with his eyes burning with golden flames.
+Go ahead,+
The Lord of mankind says,
+Go to Nirvana. +
The iron-gray eyes glanced at him with complexity.
[For you, for the empire.]
Words colder than electronic sounds passed through him and headed towards the distant reality.
Bells rang in the hall where the Nirvana main system was placed. Thousands of exquisite golden statues were placed around the main machine by the imperial guards, with thousands of candles and tens of thousands of prayers in between. Phantom figures stood up silently from the burning candle tears, gazing at Nirvana.
In the long river, the Lord of Mankind slowly sank, and he immersed himself in the river water, his long hair floating on the water.
Pluto's creations were no ordinary things. He could feel that Nirvana was rejecting the infiltration of spiritual energy.
Waldo stepped out, holding two pieces of silver metal in his hands, with flames burning on them and rich spiritual energy flashing.
He lifted up the two pieces of metal, and the moment they touched the Nirvana host, the solid metal melted immediately, and drops of silver blood climbed into Nirvana like living things.
The Emperor calmly looked at the river, his breath forming bubbles on the surface. He wondered if Hades would allow him to transform his hard work in such a blasphemous way.
So he did that first.
Hades would forgive him.
Even if he doesn't forgive, he can only accept the reality.
The Lord of Mankind cannot say too much... The Emperor is keeping a close eye on Hades, especially his contact with him.
The polarity reversed, and the black stone turned from negative to positive. Seeing this, layer upon layer of phantoms walked towards the huge mountain of chips and gears one after another.
… …
As the smoke rose, Kirklan, who was standing on the hill and angrily scolding the sages, was stopped.
He tilted his head, but didn't know what happened.
… …
In the territory of Faos, alarms and exclamations sounded, and the efficiency of all Nirvana subsidiary subsystems placed in the Silent Realm decreased - and were on the verge of restarting.
… …
Nirvana can only have one trunk, and it can only be on Terra.
So he slowly stood up and returned to the throne where he was imprisoned.
This time he concealed it well, so he would not have to face the roar from Malcador.
… … … …
“A-choo!!!”
Hades shook his head violently. He suddenly felt a chill and looked around, but still found no danger.
"It's okay," Hades waved his hand, looking at the Thousand Sons and Primarchs who were startled like birds, "It's just a cold, you guys continue."
[Can you have a cold? !]
Magnus exclaimed quietly, but Hades pretended not to hear it. When Hades remained silent, Magnus muttered something quietly and pulled Ahriman further away from Hades.
Is it Tzeentch...
Hades sensed it carefully. No, it was not Tzeentch, not Nurgle, and there was no situation on Mortarion's side. It was not the greenskins, and it was not Malcador...
Why do I feel like an emperor
A question mark popped up in Hades' mind. He had just confirmed that there was no problem with the Emperor for the time being, but was he going to overturn this view in an instant
He thought about it for a while, and after confirming that Malcador and Neos were currently on the same front as him, Hades put the issue aside for the time being.
Hades sighed. He still needed a reliable psychic to help him distinguish between these two old thieves. Perhaps from the perspective of psychic power, combined with the perspective of Hades' black domain, he could easily determine who had lost his mind.
His eyes flicked over to Magnus.
No... Magnus is not very reliable. He can even develop feelings for a greenskin.
Hades glanced at Ahriman, who was obscured by Magnus, and his eyes lit up.
That's you, young man.
… … … …
"Did you finish talking?"
Hades smiled at Magnus... and Ahriman beside him.
Faced with the uncharacteristic reaction of Hades-the-Primarch, Magnus nodded cautiously and shoved Ahriman behind him again.
"So—" Hades stretched out his voice, "Time is running out, and I am not interested in your story, Ahriman. What do you think of Magnus and the Grey Knights?"
Because there are a small number of bat cubs and a large number of crow cubs in the department, the power of the Inquisition was greatly expanded after the Wrath of the Regent a thousand years ago. And because of the bats and crows' slight rejection of psykers, as well as other reasons, big or small, the Grey Knights are now actually a department under the Inquisition and are under the command of the Inquisition.
Hades could separate the Grey Knights from the Inquisition.
Not only can he separate the Grey Knights from the Inquisition, he can also make the Grey Knights ride on the three already declining psionic organizations and do the shit.
…
In fact, that's what Hades intended to do.
Malcador's hands cannot be too long. If Malcador really has some problems, then internal affairs are already the limit of what Hades can accept. The psychic side must not continue to be interfered with by the former magic pattern Malcador.
Let the Grey Knights, who have always been extremely cautious about psychics and Chaos contamination, guide the Astropaths, the Navigator families and the Astronomican Court. At the same time, let those psychic families who kneel quickly send protons to the Grey Knights... and transform them into Grey Knights.
When it comes to the Warp and psykers... it's okay to go too far in correcting a wrong.
Hades could also allow, or be willing to allow, the Emperor to send the Custodes to guide this department, since the Emperor is known to be at odds with Malcador...
Hades never thought that one day he would be able to come up with a cruel plan to balance the Emperor and Malcador.
Because of the suppression of psychics by the Soulless, Ahriman, who had just met the Primarch, was not good at speaking in front of Hades.
So Hades calmly stated his thoughts first.
He finished talking about his ideas on how to win over psychics, how to change the organizational structure, what functions the Grey Knights will assume in the future, and to what extent they will expand.
"How about it?"
Hades raised his eyebrows and looked at Magnus and Ahriman who were somewhat dazed in front of him.
"inappropriate?"
[You...] Magnus said hesitantly, [You trust us so much?]
Hades picked up a stack of documents and handed them to Magnus.
"Facts speak for themselves. Over the past few thousand years, at least in terms of preventing chaos... you have done a good job."
Hades ignored Magnus and stared at Ahriman and said,
“Although it is extreme at times, there is still room for improvement.”
“If you are not extreme, you cannot survive.”
Chiko said, "Thank you for your understanding."
"I understand," Hades said, and he began to wonder why there was no cup of tea here. Wine would be fine, too.
"But you should thank Buzz, not me. Buzz Bella said a lot of good things for you. It was he who wrote the proposal."
"Thank him later."
Buzz will also be responsible for the coordination of various departments, so Hades will help him to get some favors first.
He paused, looking at Ahriman.
"It wasn't me who fought alongside Buzz back then," Ahriman said somewhat awkwardly, "it was Cardo Diego, the Supreme Master of the Grey Knights. But the Supreme Master is still conducting his own trials in the Warp."
Diego, commonly known as Drag, Hades thought that this was the ruthless man in the original book who exiled Chaos Mortarion and carved words on Mortarion's heart.
Maybe because they are too strong, they were banned by the Supreme Heaven, just like the invincible Ultramarines Second Captain Cato Sicarius, and the invincible Ultramarines Second Captain Titus.
No matter, Hades thought, he will find these ruthless people.
He waved his hands, "That's your business, not mine... I won't get involved in your business."
Ahriman nodded.
"Thank you for your kindness, Buzz, but the Grey Knights are few in number, and most of them are warriors... I'm afraid they are not up to the task."
Ahriman was silent.
Hades leaned forward across the table and looked at Ahriman with a sharp gaze.
"so… "
Hades whispered,
"I know the Grey Knights don't want to get too involved in politics, but the situation is changing, just like the regent's anger back then. I think the lesson learned back then was painful enough."
"not to mention… "
Hades raised his head and looked at Magnus.
"Let's not talk about me helping you find your still loyal Primarch and telling you the truth... Ahriman, you know that if your Primarch is exposed, he will not be able to protect himself now."
Magnus looked at Hades in astonishment, but Hades ignored him and continued to persuade Ahriman.
Although Magnus's psychic powers are powerful, one Magnus fragment is obviously not enough in front of a good multi-psychic department.
"I can help you protect the Primarch, Ahriman."
Hades said softly, "But I don't think you can swallow this breath? A psyker protected by a soulless person? What's more... I will be even busier in the future, you know... I can't always stand by your side."
"I know you want to fight," Hades said. "You are just a banner. I will ask the Custodes and the Ultramarines to assist you... or the World Eaters, or the Imperial Fists, or the Sons of Hades - whoever you like, I will help you capture and put them to work."
After Hades finished speaking, he looked at Ahriman with satisfaction, whose eyes were burning with fighting spirit and fire.
Ignoring the Primarch's intentional obstruction, the old swindler stepped out from behind Magnus and faced Hades directly.
"The Grey Knights will not disobey your orders."
Hades laughed.
[etc?!]
Magnus suddenly shouted,
[Negative Psychic Ogryn, what do you mean I can't protect myself? ! ]
“A bit of an exaggeration.”
Hades raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but he knew Ahriman had listened.
As expected, Ahriman interrupted Magnus.
"My father," Ahriman said suddenly, "anger harms the body... There are still some swindlers in the group... Would you like to meet them?"
(End of this chapter)