The royal court of the Triarchy is located in a majestic pyramid.
Below the pyramids are countless undead warriors and immortal legions.
On the steps of the pyramid are the Three Holy Guards who are absolutely loyal to the Silent King.
Coming from afar, Marvel, as a negotiating representative of the Cancer Legion, was received by a metal undead holding a scepter.
Marvell tried his best to suppress the disgust in his heart and avoid showing any emotion that might affect the negotiations.
There was no soul fluctuation in the bodies of those metal undead.
Meaning that they are merely echoes of past memories.
The existence of these metal undead is undoubtedly the greatest blasphemy to life.
Through his eyes covered by corrupted flesh and blood, Marvel saw countless metal undead standing in the open space in front of the pyramid.
Not one of them made a sound, nor did any of them make the slightest movement.
It's like a sculpture made of metal.
An invisible force keeps them in line.
Led by the guide, Marvel finally walked to the huge pyramid and walked up the stairs to the throne of the Silent King.
It was an obelisk-shaped temple.
The highest point is over 40 meters.
The giant suspended metal ring rotates slowly.
There is an eerie sense of solemnity.
The throne of the Silent King was placed there, made of black and shiny metal.
The rim of the throne was embellished with gleaming golden runes and symbols.
It stretches from the bottom of the long staircase to the top.
On the steps, the elite warriors of the Undead stood in rows.
Ranked higher than their relatives and enjoying a position closer to their king.
Next to the throne were the nobles wearing masks.
They remained silent like the soldiers.
Only from the intricate patterns on their bodies and their clothing can one tell their status.
Glittering statues of alien gods stood on the base of the building.
Two of them raised their arms high in the air, forming a vault as they reached the top.
He bowed his head in a supplicating gesture.
It implies that even gods must submit to the monarch on the throne.
Marvel walked to the open space and looked at the three metal undead sitting on the throne.
The one in the middle is the target of his visit.
The alien body made of active metal is more sophisticated than other metal undead and is full of cold power.
His every move possesses a vitality not possessed by other undead, and his body has the well-proportioned strength of muscular tissue.
She was also wearing a simple yet very elegant outfit.
"Kneel down."
The metal undead on the left side of the throne spoke.
Marvel twisted his twisted head covered with cancerous cells, "He is not someone I serve. I will not kneel."
The former Captain Marvel can only rely on the great Yog-Sothoth and cannot kneel before anyone else.
It's not just a question of loyalty, but also some secrets about Marvel's immortality.
If he kneels and surrenders to anyone other than Yog-Sothoth, he will be abandoned by his capricious master or even die instantly.
In the previous battle with the Empire, he had been killed once by the Empire's Marshal named Calgar.
It was resurrected by the will of Yog-Sothoth.
The metal undead glared at Marvel.
Marvel was also looking at the other person.
The metal undead did not continue speaking, but turned around and knelt on one knee in front of their monarch.
Then the masked nobles, their entourage, the pyramid steps, and all the Undead warriors in front of the pyramid chose to kneel.
Offer loyalty and everything they have to the monarch who sits high on the throne.
Marvel was indifferent.
He looked at the Silent King at the highest point.
"I come here with the sincerity of an alliance. We need to join forces to fight against the human empire. Only in this way can we have a chance of victory."
The Silent King's eyes examined the twisted, bloated Marvel.
As a king who once participated in the War in Heaven and the War against the Star Gods, he naturally knew a lot about the Warp.
It was obvious that the guy in front of him was a monster corroded by the warp and distorted by chaotic creatures.
The Unliving in the Warp are not only the mortal enemies of humanity, but also the mortal enemies of the Necrontyr.
The exorcist zone that spans the entire galaxy was built to fight against the subspace.
"To join hands with a bunch of polluted alien creatures like you to fight against humans?" The attendant next to the Silent King questioned, "Wouldn't that be like bringing in wolves in order to drive out tigers?"
The Silent King never spoke.
His will was conveyed by his servants.
"No party can defeat the Human Empire alone. My suggestion is the best. Only by eliminating the most powerful enemy can we have a chance of victory. Otherwise, the Human Empire will win without a doubt. In that case, you won't even have a chance to fight against the wolves, and you will be killed by the tigers."
Marvel looked at the Silent King and stated the pros and cons.
This is not the first time Marvel has participated in a battle to conquer the universe.
Compared with previous wars that went smoothly and in which the natives of the alien universe were beaten violently, the empire was too difficult to deal with.
Up to now, we have not been able to establish a stable channel.
The cost of transporting the Cancer Legion's troops by paying a price to the subspace is unimaginable.
In the face of the Empire's extermination-style purge, the Cancer Legion's manpower could hardly be replenished by fighting to support itself.
In the current war situation, the Empire has an absolute upper hand.
If we continue to send troops from the original universe, the losses will only continue to increase.
Based on this situation, Mar-Vell came to seek an alliance with the enemy of the Empire - the Undead.
Marvel felt the anger burning fiercely in his heart. He had never felt so aggrieved before.
For the first time, he was defeated by the natives.
They were all killed by the other side in the battle.
Many cancerous heroes were even killed by the Empire, and some were captured and used as experimental specimens.
The battle loss ratio is unprecedentedly high.
The Silent King is also evaluating the pros and cons of the alliance.
The current situation of the Necrons is not good.
The Empire is closing in.
The traitors of Lion Ryan and the Sotai Dynasty are clearing out the outer outposts.
So far, most of the news we have received from the battlefield is about defeat.
The Storm King is dead.
If nothing unexpected happens, the next one should be mine.
The Void Dragon was shameless and surrendered to humans, making many of the Undead's killing moves useless.
"The empire is pressing forward step by step, and its military strength far exceeds ours. Even if we form an alliance, how can we win?" said the Silent King's attendant.
"The strength of the human empire lies in the physical technology of the real universe. As long as we avoid their strengths and attack their weaknesses, we have a certain chance to turn the tables. The Eye of Terror and the Great Rift are both dominated by the power of the Warp. They can certainly win at the edge, but they have no way to go deep into it. If we unite as one, relying on these Warp rifts as strongholds, and launch harassment and attacks on various areas of the empire, they will inevitably fall into chaos."
The Silent King's processor calculated the benefits of the other party's plan.
Can avoid the doom brought by the lion.
But it will give the subspace a chance to grow.
Cooperation with these guys can only last until the human empire is weakened. If the human empire is destroyed, I am afraid that it will be these chaos-contaminated creatures that will bring about the end of the world.
The Necrontyr need to strike a delicate balance between the Imperium and the creatures of the Warp.
Let the two weaken each other, giving the Undead a chance to turn the tables.
Both parties in the alliance have their own calculations.
However, the alliance was quickly reached.
Faced with the threat posed by the Human Empire, they can only give up their past insistence and choose to form an alliance. Otherwise, the Human Empire will make them all become the dust of history and sweep them into the garbage dump.
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The vast universe is like a wounded and struggling beast.
It wails in agony, racked by wounds infested by countless Warp storms.
From the wars of distant civilizations to the rise of empires today, the universe has been burning with flames of war for countless years.
It's just the difference between a big war and a small one.
Thousands of years of planning were shattered by Guilliman, and that idiot Erebus even summoned another guy from another world to challenge his position.
What made Abaddon even more intolerable was that the other party bore the title and appearance of his genetic father.
This was a trampling on him, and even more so on the former Sons of Horus.
There is absolutely no possibility of forgiveness for such behavior.
But his strength was no match for the other party.
He needed a secret weapon, a weapon that had been passed down from ancient times to the present day.
Abaddon would give anything to get it.
Even if it means tearing space and time apart, it is worth it.
In the process, Abaddon rescued an ancient evil god from an ancient ruin far away in the galaxy.
He claimed to be a god imprisoned in the war of ancient civilizations, possessing the power of forging, and his name was Vashtor.
In order to regain his freedom, the god declared himself willing to serve Abaddon and find the artifact he desired.
The two sides reached a cooperation.
Abaddon destroyed the cage built by the ancient civilization and released Vashtor.
Vashtor promised to build a brand new warship for Abaddon - the Ark of Bad Omen.
Find him a magical weapon that can defeat the omniscient and omnipotent.
The Ark of Doom is extremely large.
It was forged by the ancient civilizations before the War of Civilizations. It possesses unparalleled power, can easily tear apart the structure of time and space, and can easily destroy stars.
In addition, Vashtor also provided a way for Abaddon to assemble a new army.
That is to let him use the evil iron of the warp to forge a puppet army.
The proposal was quickly approved by Abaddon.
The growing strength of the Empire and the decline of Chaos are tightening the living space for the rebels.
Guilliman's brainwashing methods far surpass those of the Emperor and previous rulers. Rebellions in the Empire are becoming less and less frequent, and only a few people who are dissatisfied with the Empire will secretly defect to the camp of the gods.
There are also network repairs and firewalls.
Such changes make the Four Gods' influence on reality increasingly weaker.
Their minions can only operate within the Great Rift and areas that have been severely distorted by the Warp.
It was no longer possible to fool the ignorant civilians and use sacrifices to enter the heart of the empire as before.
The Chaos Gods have turned their attention increasingly to the Imperium of Man.
The rise of humans has made them feel threatened.
However, it is not so easy to deal with the human empire.
In the past, they focused on seizing the supreme authority of Chaos and tried to seize control of the road to the universe.
Their power is placed in the subspace.
The chaos of reality is just a little spice.
The traitors who were supported were already enough to cause enough trouble to the empire.
Who could have imagined that Guilliman's awakening would allow humanity to rise so rapidly that they had no time to adjust their views on the human empire.
Guilliman has already led humanity to conquer lost territory, unify the galaxy, and begin to move toward other universes, preparing to expand their territory.
For a time, the Chaos Gods were somewhat powerless to stop the rise of the Human Empire.
Their power does not lie in the real universe. The minions that were finally sent to the real universe were no match for the Empire and were killed by it.
Unable to obtain help from the gods and being humiliated by the omniscient and almighty being from another universe, Vashtor's proposal was undoubtedly a timely help to Abaddon.
A strong army will be the key to him regaining his dignity.
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In the foundry of the Evil Omen Ark, which covers a vast area, the sound of iron and fire colliding can be heard from time to time.
The followers of the Dark Mechanicus are controlling those hideous devices and producing spare parts.
The captured slaves toiled numbly under the whip of their overseers.
Fallen slaves will be stuffed directly into the furnace as food and rewards for the furnace demon.
Tendrils of wire, molten metal, and crackling energy spilled from every mechanical system on the bridge.
They are like a huge mechanical spider web, with countless threads flying through the air and interweaving above the factory.
Abaddon stood on the dais, overlooking the busy factory.
The Oracle, who served as Vashtor's host, stood behind him.
The gods of the Warp need a body to move in the real world.
Vashtor is no exception.
Even if he possesses powerful divine power that can easily extinguish a star, he still has to act according to this rule.
Countless metal filaments were wrapped around the Oracle's feet.
These metal filaments connect every corner of the Ominous Ark.
In a sense, this huge ark is Vashtor's body.
The factory is not producing weapons or vehicles.
But they are the parts that make up the puppet army.
Each metal puppet loaded with horrific killing weapons comes to life after being assembled.
I walked towards where I should be.
Their eyes glow red, and their dark bodies are covered with fine warp lines.
Possess the ability to think.
They are not the soulless machines created by humans in their golden age.
There is no trace of demons in it, so it cannot be considered a demon vehicle from the subspace.
Vashtor seemed to have mastered the secret of creating humans.
It gave those machines souls and life, turning them into cold-blooded killing machines.
"Very good. With this army, we can let that bastard and Guilliman know who is the real master of this galaxy." Abaddon showed a satisfied look. "Now the last thing is, how are you going to let me get a weapon to defeat the omniscient and omnipotent?"
"Such weapons are very rare, but this ruined universe is full of miracles. I know that the ruins left by an ancient civilization may be able to satisfy you. That civilization has gone very far on the path of truth. They can create weapons that harm all existence." Vashtor said: "Even more amazingly, the ruins I know are not far from the Milky Way."
PS: I woke up at ten o'clock, and wrote 4,000 words in just over ten hours. I felt so decadent.