Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! ! - Chapter 606 55 Vincent William Van Gogh

Chapter 606 55. Vincent William Van Gogh

In fact, Faos still has a lot of good things.

It’s just… there are some extremes.

In the silent office, Hades stared thoughtfully at the list in his hand.

On the premise of not pursuing a post-war ending and ensuring the survival of personnel, this group of sages have developed a variety of extermination packages, and there will always be one that is suitable for the battlefield.

[Tide-Causing Chaos] (deployment time is very short): Detonate a huge number of vortex bombs near the star, guide the subspace tide to collide with the star, and then release huge energy to all parts of the galaxy, and trigger unpredictable subspace chaos. , there is a probability that it will cause chaos in the local subspace and reality.

[Day of Eternal Silence] (medium deployment time): Three disposable giant ships covered with black stone obelisks plus version surrounded the planet, triggered by the death of thousands of soulless people, directly plunged the entire planet into complete desolation. Soul field.

[Planet Thrower] (extremely long deployment time): By exploding stars, pulling planets, and various means, the gravitational field of the galaxy is changed, and a celestial body in the gravitational field is “thrown” as a weapon and smashed into the target battlefield.

…

Hades’s evaluation is that the Extermination Order is slightly heretical. Except for the expensive [Day of Eternal Silence], which can be used for one purpose, Hades… Hades can’t think of any application scenarios 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 for a while and 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 floor of Class A.

On Phaos, Hades rarely saw the extension of the emperor’s consciousness. He tried to communicate with the Imperial Guards, but the Riddlers were secretive and unclear.

He only said that Hades should return to Terra as soon as possible.

After all, the Lord of Humanity hopes that the cows and horses will work quickly – this is Hades’s idea.

But could something happen on the Emperor’s side?

So far, Hades has not received any message from the Emperor, except for the Imperial Guard who came to guard Nirvana thousands of years ago.

Hades didn’t believe that the Emperor didn’t know about his return.

He has indirectly contacted Mortarion several times.

Even if the Emperor couldn’t make direct psychic calls to Hades, he could still pass on messages by possessing people around Hades through dreams.

But… there is no news.

Or maybe the Emperor felt there was nothing to say, just like he did thousands of years ago.

He was already uneducated thousands of years ago.

Hades thought about it, but in the end he couldn’t come up with the result and had to give up.

You still have to go to Terra early to take a look.

Hades put down Faos’ documents and picked up the reply letter from Andre, the captain of the World Eaters’ third company.

Thanks to the outstanding political talents of the Ultramarines, the Third Company of the World Eaters stationed in the Ultramarine Starfield directly followed them without Hades’ intervention.

Hades looked at the letter paper. Loyalty and pros and cons were neatly written in the text.

But Hades frowned and looked at it again and again. The meaning of “helping brothers” was written all over the rows and columns.

The response rate was quite high – probably because the World Eaters didn’t like meetings.

Quite refreshing.

This reminded Hades of Angron, and he wondered where the cheerful Lord of the Red Sand was. Maybe he was above Baal?

Thinking about it this way, when he returns to take charge of Terra, he will still have to find the Primarchs one by one – after all, those who can do more work.

Hades was thinking about the army he now had.

Calculating carefully, he has most of the Ultramarines’ fleet, one-third of the World Eaters’ fleet, all of Phaos’s fleet… In addition, now that the Custodes have openly followed him, there is a high probability that the Imperial Fists stationed in Terra will I will not start a war with Hades and his party…

There is also the blessing of reputation. He himself is one of the two national religions, the “god” in the Hades, and under his command, Buz was also one of the best people in the empire – even if those in the leadership did not recognize Hades, They also have to recognize Buz Bella from thousands of years ago.

…All the factors put together, Hades is enough to make Terra’s men drink a pot.

There will definitely be local wars, but they will never be major ones.

Even the biggest crisis may not come from Terra. Hades needs to beware of Mars, or the subspace, or other…

…There’s nothing more to say. Hades is determined to win this trip to Terra!

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【Terra】

He laughed.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs was already in flames, which ignited the last tense nerves of the high lords. Although there was no astropath in charge of the order, the team of psykers gathered on Terra headed towards the Hades Cathedral. launched an attack.

The High Lords never agreed on how to deal with Hades.

Coupled with some deliberate provocations and some arrangements… they took the initiative to start civil strife.

As for the Astropath host…the old host died in the struggle for power, and the new host advocated a fight to the death with Pluto, but his wings were not yet full, and it seemed that he was about to be pulled down by the Lord Subjugator.

The Astra Militarum, the Imperial Navy, and other military departments have gathered their troops on Terra, but they are just gathering. The empire’s inefficient administrative efficiency makes them like a big ball of headless flies. The current situation is not yet clear–

No one knows whether it was Hades, when he came, or why he came.

The merchant fleet, a mere wallflower, decisively retreated out of the Sun Star Territory for some reason. They were stationed in the star area near the Sun Star Territory without saying a word.

And the state religion…

The Divine Emperor Church was worried, and even secretly operated to support many miscellaneous armies in an attempt to suppress the Hades Church – at least in Terra, the two religions were not as harmonious as they seemed.

After all, there were only so many people, and one person could not fall completely into two rivers of faith at the same time.

The Hades Church, which was watched by all forces, closed the church door, summoned the army, and waited for the arrival of Hades.

The Astronomical Torch Palace was tightly controlled by the Imperial Guards, and the Lord of Mankind knew that there must be no problems with the Astronomical Torch.

But that was all. This planet was full of filth, and there was even alien blood flowing on the soil under his feet. 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 could not determine the survival of mankind – then let him come.

William walked deep in the palace. The Terra Underground Palace seemed like a huge maze, a long-abandoned nest city. There were not many light sources here, and everything was hidden in a hot and uneasy dimness.

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 those huge walls… hatred and anger licked William again and again, but William just smiled and shook his head.

These self-righteous guards still suffered a lot.

Under William’s feet, the remains of the demon army splashed on the ashes, mostly feathers and scales, and even Eldar-style armor and remnants.

There was no way, since he had to burn everything, he needed to give these golden warriors something to do.

The cold light flashed across the armor of the dark Eldar, and on the throne and the hem of the king’s robe, the proverbs of the dark Eldar were finely woven into patterns and scales.

The emperor slowly stood up and raised his scepter.

He continued to walk, and he was even excited for a rare time – he couldn’t control himself, he felt excited, after all, this was the first time he faced his former superior.

After he became like this, after Malcador declared him the [Emperor], he faced the [Emperor] for the first time.

They should talk too.

All this should change.

The name has a unique charm. The Emperor acquiesced to His offense, or perhaps the Lord of Mankind was powerless to stop it – perhaps the Emperor thought it was just the kindness of the former Sigillite.

In any case, as similar names are called, He will successfully intercept some of the power flowing to the Emperor.

Perhaps the Emperor thinks that this is just a kind move to delay his ascension.

Malcador smiled. Is it really so? Did the Sigillite think so? Or did he simply want more power… to [restart] everything?

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 heard 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 pouring out of the cracks in the depths of the Webway.

The Emperor might be very sad – because all this was not for him, not against the Lord of Mankind.

But for [it], the tool, the one that cannot be driven by psychic power, the one that is gradually unable to be driven by the Star God,

Pluto.

Lord of mankind, why are you so lucky to get its support?

If you have similar ideas and are both for humanity…

Then… He is also doing it for humanity… Why not give it to Him?

Just like ten thousand years ago, the Emperor gave the Midnight Children to Him with a casual glance.

Or… For Pluto, you dare not do this?

A faint light appeared, and William heard the humming of instruments. Huge pipes hung down from the sky of this underground world, and the stairs rose layer by layer, casting a heavenly road.

Fragments of stars were scattered on the red carpet, which was like a road flowing with the blood of heroes. The gold shone as if it was burning. His exquisite and tall toys stood on both sides, embellishing His authority and power.

Bright, it was really too bright.

William raised his head, his neck tilted to an incredible angle, and that existence was sitting there-the top.

He was there, waiting for him.

The guards were silent, 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 robes fell from his shoulders, and the gray robes of ordinary civil servants became deep and neat. The golden threads grew from 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, shining.

Approaching the sun, it is destined to burn.

He was wrapped in flames, and his red hair in the past burned and turned into flowing white. His face changed, and his former friend appeared.

The last step.

Malcador raised his head calmly, and he looked at the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind… Neos.

He looked up at the favorite of everyone.

Neos sat calmly and upright on his throne, his eyes closed, wearing a white robe, looking like he was asleep.

That’s all. But it was more than that.

He was brighter than the sun, purer than the moon, a miracle of the human race. The cold wind of the Himalayas combed his hair, the water of the Nile washed his tears, and all spirits worshipped him, respected him, feared him, and loved him—but it was wrong after all.

They were wrong, and he was wrong too.

It was outrageously wrong.

The emperor took the last step calmly, and the crown appeared, dazzling.

[Emperor] stood opposite [Emperor].

Malcador stood opposite Neos.

+ Still don’t want to wake up? +

Malcador asked frivolously. He smiled and sat comfortably on the seat that suddenly appeared in front of Neos.

Malcador turned his head and looked around casually.

“Still the same, I want tea.”

He stretched out his hand, and the tea cup appeared steadily in his right hand. The white-haired king blew on the tea, and the rhyming heat blurred his face.

He looked at Neos.

“Don’t want to talk?”

Makado asked, his smile deepening, “I have all the data from the Ministry of Interior backed up – you know what I want.”

Neos’s eyelids trembled.

That’s right… Makhado took a sip, it was still a familiar taste, but he hadn’t thought of it for a long time…

When Nios opened his eyes, he just looked at Malcador. There was no wave in his eyes, but there was no light either. This reminded Malcador of the first time he saw Nios.

Neos opened his mouth.

But said nothing.

Malcador looked at Neos calmly, waiting for his second attempt——

“Why?”

Neos said, his tone finally a little unbelievable,

“For humanity.”

Malcador said, “I no longer agree with you, Neos.”

Neos was just calm, but looked at him with a hint of sadness.

Would he have had this same expression when he was betrayed by every War Master before? Malcador thought sarcastically, every Eternal who had ever followed the Emperor had turned their backs on him, would Malcador be the last?

But did he really betray him?

“You and I are not strangers, Malcador.”

Neos said, “I forgive your actions because I know you are not malicious. Although your actions were distorted by the vast ocean – I know your true intentions.”

“tell me the story,”

Malcador said as he calmly held the tea with his right hand, revealing the seal of the Lord of Changes under his sleeve.

“It’s still a while before it arrives.”

The sadness in Neos’s eyes deepened,

“The Primarchs need to be taught their true nature, and humanity needs to be saved from this… You have never turned evil… Come back, Malcador.”

“I have always been here,” Malcador said. “I have never turned my back on humanity, but I am indeed dissatisfied with you.”

“…”

“Your plans are not for humanity.”

“You call them humans?”

Malcador stated, “You have already experienced the golden age, Neos, and you still insist on calling them humans? This degenerate race can no longer survive in the galaxy.”

After thousands of years of trying… thousands of years of changes… this race cannot even establish a system to support their internal affairs. Without Neos, they cannot even maintain an empire that can survive for a long time.

They are too inefficient, too dull, they are dregs, embers.

The only race that can continue to move forward and survive in this galaxy.

Neos looked at Malcador.

Vincent William Van Gogh was the first person to look directly into subspace, and he went mad because of it.