Chapter 1170, Malcador's Commentary

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In the subspace, the painting style changed.

Under the guidance of Malcador, Ryan and Suria came to a mysterious and strange place, where there was darkness everywhere, only a pot of flames, a dim green light, and a chaotic eight-pointed star remained.

In the middle of the chaotic eight-pointed star is a circle, and inside the circle is a five-pointed star. In the middle of the five-pointed star is a large anvil with a hammer on it. Around the chaotic eight-pointed star are twenty columns.

Around the cylinder, all the light was swallowed by it, no matter how hard Ryan tried to see the cylinder, he could only see a vague shape, and a dim black smoke enveloped everything.

The phantom of the magic pattern-Macador walked in the front: "Come with me, child, and Suria, we still need a few minutes."

"What is this place?" Ryan had just been resurrected, and the Primarch was supported by Suria, and he coughed slightly.

Ryan was very grateful that he had vaguely seen the scene of him fighting with Suria in the previous prophecy. Although he didn't understand what happened, he decisively assigned his power of immortality and the highest level of spirit patterns to Suria, otherwise Suria would definitely not be able to make long-distance calls from Sanguinius arrive.

Even so, the Primarch was ashamed and angry at his performance, having just been resurrected and appearing so weak that he needed Surya's support to walk.

"Lian, are you okay?" Suria supported her husband, and the female knight could feel that the power infused by the twelve Primarchs was fading, and most of the power of the Primarchs had been used to deal with the corrupted Ryan. , but a considerable part remained in Surya's body, waiting for her digestion.

At the peak, Surya's strength once reached the level of a demigod. Now that the power has faded, the decline in strength makes her feel very painful. However, in the subspace, the power of the Primarchs has changed Su Lia forever. After feeling the power of the demigod, Surya already has the possibility to advance to the demigod.

Of course, the most powerful is that sword, Angel Alliance.

"I really want something to happen, I really wish I could die." Ryan complained, "I'm sorry for letting you see my embarrassing appearance, Suria, you might as well kill me, you will be the Primarch in the future Now, if my experience is a novel, I think it's your turn to be the protagonist."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Su Liya was upset, and the female knight immediately criticized: "It's hard for me, everyone finally rescued you, and you are like this?"

"..." Ryan recalled his embarrassment again, and he raised his hand to Suria to admit his mistake: "Madam, thank you, if it weren't for you, I would definitely not be able to stand this time, you saved me. "

"It's not surprising, child." At this time, Malcador who was walking in front spoke, and the words of the handprinter carried a very uncomfortable mocking tone: "This way is different from the one who dealt with Helu back then." It's exactly the same as it was when I was there."

"..." Ryan was silent.

"Horus, Warmaster? Wolf God?" Suria was interested.

"Yes, Horus's willpower and strength were several levels higher than Ryan's. He almost reached the peak of the demigod rank." Horus fell, set the same trap this time, and then tricked Horus into Davin, first wounded him into a coma, and then Tzeentch shot himself and reversed his thoughts. Horus didn't know the truth of chaos. Is it harmful? No, he knows it too well, he knows it better than you. Did Horus not resist? But that was Tzeentch. Horus persisted for less than a fraction of your time. He knew that the illusion was false, Knowing that the four gods of chaos were tempting him to fall, he still fell."

"Why?" Ryan asked.

"I said it because it was Tzeentch, Tzeentch can easily reverse the will of a mortal, and this will does not depend on whether you accept the fall.

Malcador turned around: "Tzeentch only needs a little flaw. For Horus, it is a little bit of dissatisfaction with the emperor and me, Malcador the Mageweave. It is said that it is a little bit of arrogance of self-will and doubt of one's own position in the deep layer of the soul. "

"Arrogance and suspicion?" Ryan said with a wry smile, "Yes, you are right."

"I would rather you call me 'Father'." Malcador showed a creepy smile: "No Primarch can withstand Tzeentch's own shot, so after I created you, I have Anticipating this situation, you and Horus are both capable of threatening the existence of the Chaos Gods, and they will definitely take action in person."

"So I prepared my backhand in advance, and when faced with this moment, I will appear." Malcador smiled and motioned Ryan and Suria to come in: "We are here."

A door was opened, and inside was a very, very simple station platform. All the furnishings were just the most basic platform lounge furnishings. The lounge was filled with identical black robes, and only the luxurious wine cabinet was filled with All the fine wines that have been preserved since the beginning of human history.

"Welcome to Platform Nine and Three Quarters." Malcado signaled Ryan and Suria to sit down, and the handprinter asked Suria to sit in the platform lounge. He skillfully took out a bottle of champagne: "I can see you My kids when I grow up, I'm happy, really happy."

"Father... what are you trying to play with me?" Ryan and Suria took the champagne. The Gray Knight Primarch was still very weak at this time. It's all hallucinations: "Where is this place?"

Malcador didn't answer Ryan's question, and the stamper turned to Suria and said, "I'm ready. If I can save Ryan, I will save him. If he can't be saved, then I will kill him." he!"

"!" Ryan and Suria's pupils widened.

"Now, this ending is very good." Malcador smiled contentedly and gratifiedly: "This is my last strength. I can learn about Devonhill's birth at the end and tell you something at the end. So satisfying, Ryan, Surya...so, where do we begin?"

"Father..." Ryan closed his eyes, leaned against the back of the chair, and let out a long breath: "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to say sorry to me, child." Malcador shook his head: "I said, that's Tzeentch, no primarch is likely to persevere as long as he faces this situation, you It's lasted long enough."

"But am I not the Primarch of the Gray Knight?" Ryan frowned, and he seemed to be trying to be brave: "Aren't I immune to corruption? Am I not able to transform the power of chaos? I am not..."

"Who told you that you are inherently immune to all chaos and corruption? The Emperor?" A sneer sounded from Malcador's nostrils, and the wrinkled face of the handprinter continued to mock: "What are you? What is the emperor? It is also worthy of being compared with the four gods of chaos? Didn't my occultism teach you that mysteries will lose their effectiveness before higher-level mysteries? Not to mention, the Primarch itself was created using the power of darkness .”

"What?!"

"When I brought you in, did you see the chaotic eight-pointed star and the twenty columns?" Malcador nodded slightly after laughing, with a loving expression on his face: "That's the Primarchs. .”

"Before the emperor revealed his true face, when mankind was still in the golden age, I, as an immortal, was aware of the crisis in the prosperous age." Malcador began to talk about the origin of the Primarch: "In At that time, I realized that human civilization would go from apogee to apocalypse, so I formed the Order of the Handprinters, also known as the Order of Sigillite (meaning the handprinter), this order is dedicated to It is used to accommodate the most powerful technology and the greatest creation of mankind, and my magic pattern imprint is the symbol of the entire order."

After finishing speaking, Malcador stretched out his hand, and an "I"-shaped magic pattern with strictness in the middle and a horizontal bar appeared in the palm of the palm printer.

Ryan also stretched out his hand, and an identical magic pattern also appeared in the palm of the Primarch.

That's right, it's personal.

"Countless ancient scientific and technological creations, including the Sun God Spear, Dionysus Spear, including the technology of manufacturing Thunder Warriors, Space Warriors, and Emperor's Guards, including weapons and technologies from countless glorious periods, are all preserved in the Sigilite Order." Ma Cardo went on to say: "Then, the era of strife came, and before the emperor revealed himself, the entire Sigilite Order was under my command, and the only goal was to preserve the fire of civilization."

"Afterwards, the Emperor appeared and found us. He told us that humanity must unite or perish. He conquered us with his blueprint, his desire, his strength and wisdom. Therefore, our entire repair The Order began to serve his purpose, and with the Emperor's accession, the Order mobilized all the manpower and material resources accumulated over the past ten thousand years to create Primarchs, and the Immortals gathered to serve the Emperor."

"But the process of making the original body was not successful. Everyone realized that the original body lacked something. They have been produced in swaddling babies, but they will always be in swaddling babies."

"He discovered the problem, so a deal was inevitable. Accompanied by several immortals, he arrived at the planet Moleki - the closest place to the Chaos Realm, in Moleki's Chaos In the deep well, the will of the Emperor and the Four Gods of Chaos met."

"A deal was reached during lengthy negotiations. We gave out technology and matter, and Chaos gave out source matter and knowledge. The Emperor exchanged enough knowledge and the power of Chaos to make twenty Primarchs, and promised to create half of the Primarchs— —Ten will be handed over to the Four Gods as a reward, and the Primarch was finally created through a deal, however, he never planned to pay the reward from the beginning."

Su Liya understood, and the female knight said in a low voice: "You mean...the Lord of Humanity deceived and fooled the four gods of Chaos?"

"Yes, and only he has the ability to do so." Malcador nodded slightly, his face still full of ridicule: "But in the end the Emperor still paid the price for this."

Outside the lounge, a group of babies crawled past, and Ryan and Suria couldn't help but look out.

Twenty-one Primarch babies, though two of them were unrecognizable.

"You all know the rest of the matter." Malcador continued: "In order to cover up this transaction and repudiation, the emperor distorted Moleki's subspace coordinates, making it impossible for anyone to enter the real Moleki. , and wiped out all creatures on the surface at the same time, but even so, the four gods of chaos still found where the original bodies were, and swept away all the original bodies through a warp space storm."

"But long before that storm, during the course of the Unification War on Terra, the Order of the Eternals gradually understood the Emperor's thoughts, his desires, his blueprints, the Lord of Men's mission to all mankind. Arrangements and plans." Malcador shook his head with a wry smile: "As the unification process deepens, the immortals feel more and more disappointed with the Emperor. They quarrel with the Emperor and question the vision that the Emperor promised before. not like this."

"The truth is very cold. He told the immortals that if human beings want to survive, this must be the case. The quarrel was fruitless, so many people left, one by one, such as Petriv, such as Sulka, one by one, eternal life Those who left the Emperor, they refused to serve the Emperor, refused to pay for his so-called concept of a human galactic empire, and finally, when the unification war came to an end, only I was left, and the magic pattern-Malcador remained By his side, all the immortals are gone except me."

"Why did everyone choose to leave, and why did you stay? My foster father?" Surya asked curiously.

"It is difficult for the immortals to accept the way the emperor is going to bring everything into order. For the immortals, life with unlimited lifespan and constant resurrection should not be bound. They need freedom." Malcador smiled: "As for me, I don't pursue freedom. I degenerate and become a servant of the emperor. I'm a waste, a trash, and a coward. I'm used to staying in a pigsty and carefully planning and hiding everything. I'm used to With this way of life, I understand what is a necessary evil, I stayed and became the backbone of his bureaucracy, I understand the power of chaos, I understand my own smallness, I began to become a cynic, and thought Anyone can die for the survival of humanity."

Ryan frowned after hearing this.

What is a Cynic?

The answer is simple. Although Malcador is an immortal, he knows too much. He knows how powerful the power of countless supreme beings has been since ancient times. He knows how powerful those ancient creations are. How small he is in terms of the universe.

Other ignorant people think that they are humans, but only Malcador knows that he is just a dog, the emperor's dog, and everyone is a dog. The only difference is that some people know that they are dogs, and some people think they are dogs. are people.

However, Malcador is a smart dog, he is very smart, he knows a lot, and he is surrounded by ignorant people, which gives Malcador a special psychological advantage when facing the people around him, but This is still very painful, and the pawprinter is so smart, understands and knows so much, he knows that he is different from ordinary dogs.

So in the end, this kind of cleverness brought endless pain to Malcador.

It is not pain to be a dog, it is pain to realize that one is a dog.

So Malcador became a master of irony, a master of yin and yang, and a maker of poisonous chicken soup. His greatest happiness is ridiculing, ridiculing, spreading negative energy, and making poisonous chicken soup. This is his only source of happiness. Good dogs laugh at other stupid dogs for superiority and pleasure.

This is the handprinter, his happiness, others don't understand.

"Your pain, I understand, child, every Primarch will not willingly express to everyone that he is willing to be the Emperor's dog, huh, except for Russ." Malcador laughed: "It is also because So, I like to mock Primarchs the most, but I have never held any prejudice against Russ, because he is the only one who is willing to be a dog and is willing to bark."

Ryan: "..."

Surya: "..."

"Cynicism turned me into a pathetic guy, but it also allowed me to avoid the corruption of chaos. After all, the four gods of chaos are really not interested in a guy who has publicly stated that he is willing to become a vassal and dog of others." Malcador continued He smiled: "Russ is too, but you are different, Ryan."

"Sorry, father." Ryan lowered his head, after all, the Primarch could not dwarf himself like Ruth.

"That's it." Malcador laughed straight, "If you are a nobleman born and raised in Nord, or an elite trained by the Galactic Empire Loyal Academy, or some gray knight who was brainwashed early You don't face this problem, recruits or Emperor's Custodians."

"However, the key point is that you are not. Your soul comes from another time and space, and you have received standard freedom and dignity education. To put it interestingly, you are a dignified person, a person with self-respect, and a person with your own pride. Yes What? Especially if you are still a Primarch, with endless possibilities and great power, but in this way, you are even less willing to consider yourself a tool, a slave, and a dog on a chain."

"Yes." Ryan closed his eyes in pain. This is the root cause of his schizophrenia, knowing that Chaos is more rubbish, knowing that Tzeentch is disgusting him, and knowing that this is a trick.

"It's not surprising. The immortals left one after another for this reason." Malcador nodded slightly: "I like you to tell me the truth, child."

"Then, hurry up, I must tell you everything about your doubts before I completely disappear."

"are you ready?"