Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 790 [232.] The Strongest Human Idea King
Outsiders.

The only complete survivor of the Star God after the War in Heaven, a poor god deceived by the God of Laughter, a madman who innocently devoured several of his own kind and became mentally ill, who exiled himself from the galaxy due to a guilty conscience, and the culprit who caused the Tyranids to change their route into the galaxy.

Apart from the Silent King and a few others in this galaxy, few people know of the existence of the Outsiders.

Including Robert Guilliman.

But Hades, who has the omniscience cheat, knows.

"and many more?"

Hades looked at Malcador in disbelief. The old man still had a half-dead expression, as if he was rolling his eyes at Hades and Guilliman.

"The Outer Ones—the Star Gods I understand?"

"Soulless Ogrin, I don't think you have burned your brain because of the official documents."

"But--but--"

Hades raised the volume.
"If the Outer Ones arrive, what will happen next? That's an entire Star God! The Necrons are no longer the size they once were. Does Neos think the Silent King is now capable of dealing with an entire Star God?"

"Or does he think we have the strength to fight against the complete Star God???"

Because he is an incomplete Star God, Hades knows well the gap between a complete Star God and a Star God fragment.

This is not just a difference between big and small powers or abilities. A complete star god means a real change of rules. He is a completely transcendental being, the true master of the physical galaxy.

Hades doesn't think that any of their races here have the power to fight against a complete Star God -

Perhaps the Silent King and all the remaining Necrons could do it, but now the Storm King is clearly ready to jump ship.

And now Chaos, which has declined to the point of being silent, is obviously no match for a complete Star God.

The Outer One was not even an unknown Star God before this. Its power was strong enough to make it rank among the top three in the Star God Combat Power List.

"Are you surprised?"

Malcador asked in a deliberately rhetorical tone,

"Is this the first time Neos has done something like this, Hades?"

Guilliman took a deep breath, and the Lord of the Empire raised his hand.

"But this is no reason for him to act recklessly again. I don't want to introduce unstable entities onto the battlefield. I don't want to see the Necrons kill fewer humans than the Outer Ones."

Malcador raised his eyebrows, and Hades suddenly felt something was wrong. He had a feeling that Malcador was going to say something harsh.

Hades developed this ability of premonition in the process of dealing with Karas.

"Robert Guilliman, I need to make you aware of something."

Malcador's hands were on his scepter, and he took off his hood.
"Now is your time to manage the empire. The Lord of Mankind should not have intervened.

No one wants him to do anything with his brilliant loan shark mind that wants to bring everyone down and blow them up, and neither do I."

Neos asked Malcador to lead the outsiders over. Was this an easy task? Did he think Malcador was willing to go?

Unfortunately, only Malcador can do this, because of his previous connection with the Eldar and the God of Laughter, Malcador can imitate Higginson -

He was the Eldar god who used his skills to drive the outsiders crazy.

"But it is clear that the Empire cannot win the current situation."

Malcador shot a sharp look at Hades from his deeply sunken eye sockets.

"Don't tell me you're thinking about self-destruction again - your brain is exactly the same as Neos's, Ogryn. The Necrons are different from other races, at least different from Chaos. Strictly speaking, they restrain you, not you restrain them."

【etc--】

Guilliman took a deep breath. Malcador's words had obviously irritated him. The Lord of Kings and the Rune Bearer had a feud before, and they still disliked each other.

【But what happens after it is brought here? 】

Guilliman's azure eyes were fixed on Malcador, as if he hoped to see a Neos behind the cane-leaning Malcador.

[What will happen after it is brought here, my——] Guilliman took a deep breath, [Has my father considered this?]

Malcador sneered, as if mocking.

"I need to thank you, Guilliman, and Hades, for at least making that bastard Neos learn to explain. This time he finally didn't tell me nonsense like 'for the Empire' or 'everything is planned'."

"The end is simple,"

Malcador spread his hands.
"If there is no force on this battlefield that can rival the Outsiders, then the Outsiders will destroy all existence here - including most of the Misty Star Region, and then the empire outside the Misty Star Region will be safe."

Malcador smiled, and wrinkles formed around his eyes and cheeks, making him look like a conspiratorial capitalist from ancient Terra.

"At least we all know that by then more than 80% of the Necrons who are still sane will be here, as well as as many Tyranids as possible."

"And a complete Star God will also greatly weaken the power of chaos."

At that time, the mission of the Imperial Army will be to pin the above-mentioned forces to the Eye of Silence until they are all destroyed - and then the Human Empire will survive.

Even if it would lose half of the star region's territory, as well as countless troops and leaders, the pain would still be bearable for a human empire of this size.

"He means……"

Hades concluded,
"One for one and give up the Misty Star Region in exchange for a stable environment where the Empire has no enemies for a long period of time?"

Indeed, the Necrons, Tyranids and Chaos are basically the last remaining threats to the Imperium.

"But there is another timeline, what about Tzeentch???"

"He didn't find the Chaos."

Malcador rolled his eyes, and Hades and Guilliman in front of him were almost covered with question marks on their heads.

"I mean - before he thought of the Outer Ones, Neos tried to talk to his 'old friends' first."

"But they are all missing. There is no one in the garden, and no one is on the Blood Throne."

Malcador coughed.
"I think I have explained it clearly enough. If you have nothing else to do and there is no better solution, I will leave to prepare - this process will be long, so I have to leave as early as possible."

"One last question,"

Hades looked at Guilliman, then at Malcador.
"How could he assume that the Outer Ones wouldn't continue moving toward the Empire after reaching Segmentum Obscurus?"

"The Emperor said he personally took action -

Although he can't fight against the outsiders, he can at least stop them from moving. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Malcador also seemed to be in a bad mood. After realizing that Hades and Guilliman understood, arcs of electricity rose from Malcador's body.

Before Hades could even ask that stupid question, the old man teleported away.

"Where did he get the strength from?!"

Hades shouted, and he and Guilliman stared at each other in confusion.

After a terrible silence, Hades spoke slowly,
"He wouldn't... borrow the faith loan sharking money for the next ten thousand years again, would he?"

Guilliman looked at Hades and spoke heavily,
[I have a more terrifying and disrespectful guess. After the Outer Ones came, all the Primarchs in this area were killed... Did he have a chance to help Horus Lupercal take over? ]

Hades shuddered and looked at Guilliman in disbelief. Guilliman was obviously frightened by his own guess.

After a long silence, Guilliman spoke again, but his face was filled with helplessness and sadness.

[It doesn’t matter…]

The Lord of the Empire murmured to himself,
[Let Horus review the documents. I can totally accept it. I accept it.]…………………………

【A few days ago】

[Magic Pattern Private Restaurant]

The lighting seemed a little dim, and the whole restaurant seemed to be in a twisted dark golden vortex. The long solid wooden dining table was a little greasy, and flashed some dazzling white spots under the light.

“You still love this painting so much.”

Neos said, sitting at the edge of the long table, cutting a steak gracefully with silverware, while at the far end of the long table away from him, Malcador ate with an expressionless face.

"I'll change it right away."

In the long distance between the two of them, the Mona Lisa was hanging on the wall, staring at them and the tall dining chair that had just been hastily pushed away.

Neos brought Horus here as well, but the wolf god couldn't stand the inexplicable atmosphere here, so he made up an excuse and left.

Unfortunately, he was the Primarch and couldn't use the almost universal excuse of wanting to go to the toilet.

"Don't be so boring."

The emperor raised his eyes and picked up the wine glass.
"There will be outstanding painters after this, but such perfect and unique paintings will never appear again."

"Because then humans will cease to exist?"

Malcador asked calmly, and the Emperor made a hurt expression.
"This possibility exists every second - but we do need to face up to a problem this time, the battle between the two sides is not going very smoothly."

The Emperor is not omniscient and omnipotent, just as he does not know how many Star God fragments and dynasty armies the Silent King can take out.

But through the enemy's war layout, Neos realized that something was wrong. A senior general could smell clues from the enemy's layout.

The Silent King's army was larger than they had imagined.

The Emperor's smirking face was reflected in the dangling silver dinner knife.

According to normal logic, the empire is in great danger in this battle——

Or there is no hope of winning at all.

But Neos could clearly perceive the future, a future where he could continue to draw power from faith and borrow. No matter what, the empire of the future survived and continued to generate faith.

It's like a weird math derivation where you write down the derivation formula clearly and correctly step by step, but finally get the result of "failure".

But the standard answer tells you that the final result of the derivation is "victory."

Then there is only one possibility. They need to introduce "unknown quantities", introduce more chaotic existence, disrupt the originally clear and verifiable situation, and then fate will flow.

Neos once visited Nurgle's garden, but to his confusion, there was no sound of flies or insects in the garden.
Even the stench was much lighter, and the crucible and the figure beside the crucible that he was familiar with disappeared, leaving only a large dry pit.

The Alpha corpses scattered all over the ground were silent.

Where has Nurgle gone?
Neos was shocked, and then he went to visit the Blood Lord's throne again, but it was also empty. Only the skull on the skull throne was staring at him.

Khorne was gone too.

There are still countless Alphas who have completely lost their vitality in the blood pool.

On that confused afternoon, the Emperor sat on his Skull Throne, his black hair gleaming with a crown of golden olive leaves.
The emperor pondered for a day and night, and finally came to the conclusion that the two lines of destiny were also approaching.

The first to merge, or to be replaced? To be thrown to? Another destiny line was the subspace.

But this time his "old friends" really couldn't help him.

Then there are only two unknown quantities - but at least now the Emperor cannot make the two lines of fate intersect, so...

Outsiders.

The light and shadow on the wine glass flashed across the Emperor's eyes. He was in a trance for a moment and returned to Malcador's restaurant.

Neos turned his head and looked at Malcador with the most sincere and loyal eyes in his life, mixed with sadness.

"For the last time,"

The emperor swore solemnly,

"For the last time, Malcador... After this battle, we will save all of humanity from the vortex of fate."

Click.

There was a crisp sound, and Makado wordlessly put down the knife and fork in his hand. He had finished eating, and the old man elegantly wiped the non-existent residue from the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

"You said the same thing last time, Neos."

Malcador said this calmly, looking down at the Emperor, as if he was unimportant.

"You said the same thing the last time - let me think, you've said something similar to me at least ten times."

"I--"

Malcador interrupted the Emperor's defense.
"I sometimes curse the me who persuaded you to send troops, but it doesn't matter."

"I go."

Neos instantly perked up.
"really?!"

"Fuck you."

Malcador stood up, and the next moment, his figure disappeared from here.

"If you don't want to, you can also give me the last fragment of Xi Gaoqi's psychic energy, and I will try it."

Neos stood up and shouted, and suddenly a piece of paper fell on his shoulder. The emperor looked down and saw the words on it.

"I choose to believe you for the last time - if you tell me it's the last time next time, Neos, I swear, I will let you know the limit of Guilliman's arrangement."

Signed, Machado.

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【Barbarus】

This place is really nice...

Mortarion thought, looking up at the bright sky of Barbarus and the cornfields above it that shimmered in the wind, and the Primarch felt himself almost in tears.

It turns out that Barbarus can be so peaceful.

But no matter what, the hypocritical hypocrite could not shed a single tear. He could only bend down as far as possible and put his hands on the corn seedlings swaying in the wind.

The tip of the corn seedling tickled Mortarion's palm.

[Herrera] and [Karas] must be very happy to see this scene...

Unlike Mortarion, Herrera would definitely burst into tears at the first moment, and then try hard to embrace the earth with her long snake-like tail.

The chain lines around Mortarion's neck were dimming at this moment. Guilliman gave him a rare break, not because Guilliman was kind, but because Mortarion had exceeded his mission.

To their surprise, the Chaos of Fate here was extremely weak... so weak that it almost made Mortarion sneer.

The sun has risen.

Mortarion closed his eyes, feeling the sunlight bathing him, and in that peaceful atmosphere that shimmered like a cornfield, jealousy began to burn like a flame.

Burning the Primarch's heart and soul.

(End of this chapter)