Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"Act according to our expectations?" Amaraga sneered. He didn't think Kalbohar could do this. He thought the same way back then, but was beaten to pieces by the subjective person.

Kalbohar glanced at Amalaga coldly and did not explain his plans and ideas to him. In his opinion, joining forces with Amalaga was only temporary.

In fact, he has no interest in defeating the Subjector. He just wants to go to Mars to meet the real God of All Machines, and then assist him in destroying the corpse on the Golden Throne that has been pretending to be a ghost for a long time.

"If it was just Kalbohar, he really wouldn't be able to do this." A disembodied voice came.

"But if our powers are added together, the subject's attention will be severely consumed. The mortal body is destined to be unable to appear in more than one position at the same time. He can only deal with this problem and then deal with the next one. This It means that we have enough time to brew more problems. This is like a mansion, the subject is the owner of life, we just listen to the objects he plays with, but we can affect several toilets in the mansion. On the verge of spraying, even if the subjective person can repair these toilets one by one, he can't prevent the bad fate of shit flying all over the house." The same voice as the speaker just now also sounded.

"This is really a disgusting metaphor." Amaraga complained.

"Considering your simple brain structure, I can only use this as an explanation, idiot!"

"But he can also choose to blow up the mansion directly, right? That way there won't be any problems." Amaraga continued.

"But he won't do this. We have given the subject a hint through the hands of the Silent King. He will never let the galaxy die unless it is absolutely necessary."

"This is gambling."

"We love gambling."

Kallos the Fateweaver rose from the corner of the shadows. His current appearance was very strange. There were no magnificent feathers common to Tzeentch, only a blurry shadow. This reminded Kalbohar of them. An invisible waste abyss extract sewn into a Tau skin bag.

"You must keep the contract carefully and bring it to the god you believe in." Carlos said with both heads facing Calbohar.

Kalbohar nodded, indicating that he and the Dark Mechanicus were fully prepared, just waiting for the Phalanx to be released here by the Emperor's power.

"Then I want to ask." Amaraga raised his hand like an inquisitive student, then turned his head 180 degrees and asked, "Can you reveal your plan? I'm curious how you will respond. The coming subjectivator.”

"Is this your question, or is it the fraudster's knowing question?" one of Carlos' heads asked.

"It doesn't matter! He is already a puppet of the fraudster!" Carlos's other head yelled.

The two heads muttered for a while, and then slowly and in harmony, they told the plan involving the subject's actions.

Abaddon's Black Legion.

Warlords are full of iron orc boys.

Deteriorated creation in a petri dish.

The Phalanx Fortress with the automatic attack system awakened by the Void Dragon.

Symbols symbolizing these four things were generated in Carlos's hands. "These are problems on the surface, and the subject will spend time and attention focusing on them."

"So what's on the dark side?" Amaraja asked jokingly. Carlos's two heads just glared at him, telling him nothing.

But Amaraja had a brain of his own. He pretended to be distressed, and then based on the information he had recently collected and what the fraudster told him, he analyzed, "The God of All Machines who is raging on Mars, the Lord of Decay who has greatly increased his power, The Lord of Destiny with the power of self-destruction, the Lord of War in a weak state, the Lord of Joy in a state of accumulation of food...are these your secret preparations?"

Carlos nodded one head, shook the other, and then answered in unison, "What do you think?"

Amalaga's face twitched, and his smile looked stiff and forced. Then the fraudster's voice came into his mind and told him two more pieces of information.

Abaddon is preparing new sorcery to re-divide the battlefield, and it is Magnus whose soul has been enslaved by Tzeentch who lends a helping hand to him. This must be due to Tzeentch's intention. He knows that the subject has always been concerned about the original body. Have strong interest.

The expansion of Nurgle's power of decay and the turmoil of the Battle of Cadia became increasingly difficult to conceal. Mortarion was very curious about the situation outside Nurgle's Garden, so he prepared to take the fleet out for a look. , by the way, when Nurgle's power expands, the ceremony will be completed.

"What about Lorgar?"

"He also took advantage of Nurgle's increased power to compete with the sublimated Corax. I think the two of them will soon be able to compete, but to be on the safe side, I still keep Lorgar around. With few assistants, as long as he doesn't want to fight alone, it won't be a problem to restrain Corax, who is alone."

The fraudster answered concisely and gave Amalaga new instructions, "But I'm still not sure about some things. Tzeentch's idea of ​​cooperating with us is not firm. He will definitely betray me when necessary."

Amalaga listened happily, "Betray you? I think you will betray Tzeentch before he betrays you, and then you will choose to betray each other at the same time so that no one suffers."

"Congratulations!" The fraudster applauded Amaraga warmly, "You finally understand this. You are indeed very talented."

After the false celebration ended, the Deceiver's voice became a little ethereal, "Check what Tzeentch is going to do now...and give this thing to Carlos."

The sound disappeared, and Amaraga's eyes closed uncontrollably. When he opened them, he found that there was a webway door key in his hand that pointed directly to the keel of Bietan's Ark.

Before he could realize what the Webway Key meant, Carlos' claws stretched out.

"It's a fair deal."

Amalaga looked at Carlos and found that he was holding a ball of material in his claws that looked similar to the Invisible Waste Abyss Extract. However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that this chaotic appearance was woven from countless fragments of history. , which contains the knowledge crystallization of countless civilizations.

Kalbohar discovered this too, his breathing quickening, the thirst for new knowledge tearing at his soul and engine.

Amalaga handed the key to the Webway to Carlos, and also received the historical sealed artifact full of knowledge. The shock to him became even more obvious after acquiring this object. Then it was taken away by Kalbohar, the always calm dark mechanical sage who was using all the instruments in his body to explore the mysteries of knowledge.

"How did you get this thing?" Amaraja asked subconsciously. This was definitely not made of Tzeentch's power. It was not like he had never seen those magnificent subspace knowledge crystals before.

"Oh...this." Carlos put away the webway door key and smiled strangely, "Instead of explaining it, why not let me introduce you to a new ally."

["So when can we start? I can't wait to record the new history!" The bystanders were dissatisfied with Tzeentch's slow movements and threatened to withdraw from the alliance, but this was just a small means to threaten, Doesn't mean Spectators are actually leaving the league. 】

Countless information bombarded the minds of Kalbohar and Amaraga, and there was no way to isolate the influx of information.