Chapter 634 82 Special Issue Everyone's Day

Chapter 634 82. Special Issue | Everyone’s Day

【Emperor】

The Lord of Mankind never sleeps.

The low-pitched voices of the crowd were heard, and the letters were like golden threads, wrapping around the figure on the throne, weaving a cloak and shaping shackles.

But he just said it was normal.

The day may have started with a visit from Hades. The emperor lowered his eyes and silently watched Pluto pretend to be vigorous, with legs and feet like the wind——

Ah.

He is still more skilled.

Hades left confidently. The Lord of Mankind closed his eyes again and threw out some of the messy beliefs he had accumulated in a day. Pluto lived in the palace and no longer needed his tokens.

Chaos Faith escaped, which made the Lord of Mankind feel weak, but he still held the hand on the Golden Throne calmly. His own light had long been dimmed as the Star Torch. The Emperor was nothing more than "decorating" himself with the light of the Star Torch. .

The fox pretends to be the tiger's power.

He was silent for a moment, waiting for his strength to stabilize. In the subspace, the eternal sun emitted light, shining on everyone, and the Emperor heard Feinus's greetings to him.

+Good morning, my father, the first 24 hours were running normally. +

The former iron man had long since transformed into something even more invisible and intangible. The emperor nodded slightly and said hello to his heir.

Fernus no longer paid attention to him, and the Lord of Nirvana continued to devote himself to the vast smoke-like data. Through calculations and decisions again and again, Fernus would grow again.

Thinking of this, the Lord of Mankind was grateful for the relief that was better than nothing, and he turned his attention to Magnus near the Gray Knight——

He needed to make sure Magnus didn't do anything stupid...or maybe...he just wanted to see him.

The Crimson Primarch was still resting, unaware of the Lord of Humanity's gaze. Seeing that Magnus was fine, the Lord of Humanity withdrew his gaze.

He rested for a while again, or was tortured for a while. There was no difference between the two, it was just normal.

Then the Emperor heard the howls of wolves in the Warp, and without hesitation, the Lord of Mankind gave his remaining power to his fifth and sixth sons.

The Primarchs' warp connections faded away.

For a moment, the Lord of Mankind might realize how endearing the Great Khan and the Wolf King were, and at least there would still be Primarchs who obeyed him... even if one of them might be reluctant.

But this is enough to please the Lord of Mankind.

The Emperor once again tried to contact the other Primarchs psychically - something he did every day,

The ending remains the same.

The lion is nowhere to be found, as if he has plunged into a deep forest; the breath of the phoenix has long since dissipated;...perhaps it is time for Dorne to come; the eagle and the wolf fight in the chaotic river of trickery;

Dorne is still sleeping... To the Lord of Man's displeasure, Dorne is still enveloped by a faint green-skinned psychic energy... There is also Mortarion's mistake here... The Primarch simply refused to die. , but it did not bring new life...

The Lord of Mankind was silent for a moment. Death should not have snatched the life of the Primarch from his palm in the first place - Dorne could have returned to the Emperor as a soul instead of still being imprisoned in the body.

But apparently Dorn himself refuses to die... Never mind.

Bats... Although Malcador made the Lord of Mankind feel sad, he hoped that Malcador could educate bats well. In fact, he never regretted his original decision.

The next one was the Archangel. The Emperor was silent for a moment. He carefully withdrew his spiritual summons. The similar spiritual powers of father and son are sometimes not a good thing... This was a special attack on him. Therefore, the Emperor also gave up. Angron.

Guilliman, Mortarion, and Corax refused the Emperor's psychic call, and Mortarion gave him the middle finger.

The Lord of Mankind naturally ignored the Pale Lord, and by the way he felt the Blood God's gaze directed towards Terra for a moment, and the Emperor conveniently made Khorne's gaze burn.

The Blood Lord withdrew his gaze.

Luojia is still sleeping, and Vulkan has his own mission in the webway... The unloved younger son is immersed in true and false lies. The lord of mankind feels a moment of emptiness, and is free from divinity. Behind the shackles, he would feel sad from time to time.

He once again looked in vain at Malcador's position. The Lord of Mankind saw the burning alien galaxy. In his confused moment, the emperor took the opportunity to steal his throne and steal the heroic soul that originally belonged to him.

The Lord of Mankind felt sad, and the last friend also chose to go away... But it didn't matter, the Emperor looked at his own river... where the former moon was sleeping quietly.

Though Chaos once obscured it, his faun.

He still kept his sixteenth son.

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【Mortarion】

Mortarion looked calmly at the simple drawings on the coffin wall.

The ugly quilt in the black coffin was still the source of his suffering, and the original body's personal coffin must have been opened by someone, otherwise the words "Get up and work overtime, my good moth" would not have appeared on the top wall of his coffin. , with silly stick figures.

Mortarion naturally ignored some of the strange consonances, which were far less severe than Karas' scolding.

The original body was silent for a moment. Even though there was something painful in this coffin, he still didn't want to leave here. This was an isolated island that could seal everything for him, but if he opened this black coffin, there would be no limit to what he could do. Endless suffering begins.

This rare moment made the Pale Lord struggle for a moment. Finally, his sense of responsibility and great tenacity made him reach out his hand and slowly open the coffin a little.

The Primarch was the first to receive death, endless death. His senses immediately became full, and power climbed up from the corners of his extremities. He had no way to reject them.

Then Mortarion received a faint death intention from Karas, and the Primarch automatically ignored it and raised his middle finger to the touch of the Lord of Humanity like a blind stick hitting his head.

A wisp of white mist came out of the gap, and the black coffin closed, as if nothing had happened.

A minute later, Hades arrived here and knocked on the empty coffin three times.

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[Koz]

Conrad looked drunk and burped, blood gushed out of his mouth, and the dark Eldar soaked in the emperor's medicine was delicious enough.

[What game is next——]

The Primarch, who was collapsed on the luxurious sofa, scratched his messy hair. Around the Primarch, countless wriggling dark Eldar were making sounds, some panting, some screaming, they were enjoying the flesh and blood of their own kind, and a naked dark Eldar stood up swayingly and made a loud prophecy.

The screams of the other slaves drowned out her words. The commanders of the conspiracy group were still quite sensible. They would not really take each other's lives, but the other minions might not be the same.

The Primarch glanced at the arena outside the window. The newly captured Ark Eldar, Savage Eldar, and the Empire's army were fighting each other in the arena. The alien expedition initiated by Malcador provided enough fresh slaves for this sinful city. The emperor deliberately left objects for the dark Eldar to capture and enjoy, and the dark Eldar loved this.

The emperor even promised to make the dark Eldar the real master of the Eldar, so many dark Eldar joined the carnival of hunting their own kind.

Comoros fell into a carnival for a while.

[It's all the same! ] Curze roared loudly, [The first-who knows how many sinful killings, start! Start! Let your souls fall into pure sin! ]

Then accept the final judgment!

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[Fulgrim]

The Primarch has adapted well now.

He is now holding a cup of tea and talking to the Mag boy opposite him. The greenskins' problems are still rough, but they reveal amazing wisdom in some details.

This made Fulgrim not even dare to proceed rashly. The Primarch realized that the greenskins of the Hades Clan had some regression, but the emperor obviously thought that this regression was not a big deal.

This is why He sent Fulgrim - indifferent, ignored, and unable to change.

"The Blood God relies on war to gain strength and prefers close combat and glorious battles," said Mag boy, "Then we need to be cunning and fight as unequally as possible, right?"

Fulgrim nodded, and the Mag boy opposite him showed a thoughtful expression.

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[Leon]

The lion raised his hand, and the raven cried on his arm. The First Legion was still loyal. Luther was an excellent conspirator. The face under the hood of the lion king showed a little smile. He was very happy that the plan went smoothly.

He raised his eyes, the continuous rain of Comoros dripped on his face, and the encirclement of Curze was tightening. Obviously, the emperor could not wait any longer. He needed to catch the lion before Comoros was completely destroyed, so as to get what he wanted.

The emperor would never get his wish.

Swear to loyalty and honor.

He is here, he is here, and the emperor cannot reverse the fact that he has failed.

The raven's feathers disappeared, and the lion's face became stern again. He turned back to his shelter. It was almost done. The gene that was contaminated on Caliban would be restored again.

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[Guilliman]

[I will regroup my army. ]

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[Malcador? ￥#x-on:￥^mperor]

Conquer! Plunder! Invasion!!!

You will never be able to tolerate the sleep of aliens! Their breathing and heartbeat are the greatest mockery of you!

Destruction!

Kingdoms will be overturned under your scepter, their kings will be pressed on the guillotine, and their people will be tied with pig collars! Use swords and guns to poke open their doors, and plant your flag on the virgin land - admit it! You are keen on this simple coloring game, using your own chess pieces and the blood of your enemies to roughly paint your colors one by one! You are a king, you are a tyrant, you are a dictator, you are above hundreds of millions of people - you are an emperor.

You wave your scepter, listen! The jewels on your scepter make a pleasant sound, and the trophies of foreign heads shrunk around your waist. Standing on the land that belongs to you, hundreds of millions of beheaded and kneeling corpses hand over power to you.

You feel indescribable satisfaction, you were born for this - you were born to be a king, if that person didn't exist, you should have stood up to revive and save everything - but He failed, and it's still not too late now!

Extreme violence brings submission, land, victory, and power. Look - the king can paint colors on his own territory as much as he wants, and he will paint the background color of the revival of the human race with his own hands! Let chaos surrender, let hope last forever!

The true heroes of the human race bow to you, and you feel happy, but the satisfaction is fleeting. You know what you need, you need total submission, you can't be satisfied with this, you will never stop.

Those who are indecisive and hesitant will never agree with you!

The curtain of the physical world rustles, like a warning of danger before being torn apart. You feel that you are getting taller, becoming more turbulent, hazy, and more general. The dancing pale golden river flows into the distance, above which Vibrating with colorful lights that seem to be polluted, they immerse themselves in the foreign lands, hunt down their beliefs, and draw their blood.

At this moment, you have indeed forgotten too much sorrow.

One after another, one Eldar world after another fell.

Let those who are huddled in Terra and issue official documents amuse themselves!

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【Karas】

Undead Karas took a deep breath.

There was a deeply tired expression on his face, and Karas had already written the words "want to die" on his face, but Mortarion standing next to him refuted this request again.

Karas coughed twice. Ten thousand years of experience were enough to make him roll his eyes and give a middle finger to anyone. Even the original body could not make him respect him at all.

"I don't understand-"

Callas raised the end of his words in a strange voice,

"Why did you take me back to the Storm Star Territory in such a hurry? I hope you are not acting on a whim, otherwise I-" Karas showed a mocking expression, "-I still have to listen to you."

【……】

Death was silent for a moment, and Mortarion looked at Karas with hazy eyes and blinked.

Karas hoped that the Primarch would be a little apologetic.

[I hope you will follow me to take a look at the Void Dragon. 】

The Primarch said, [I'm thinking... we might be able to hand the void dragon over to him... but maybe I should talk to him again...]

Mortarion was silent for a moment. He looked at Karas.

[How do Star Gods eat? 】

Karas was silent. For a moment, he thought he should shoot Mortarion in the face, but he held back.

"I have no idea."

He said honestly, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

【……】

The primarch fell silent.

[A psyker goes to ask him how he eats? 】

They both fell silent at the same time.

Then, Karas sneered,

"So are you going to wait for him to say it himself? Or think of your own ideas - I don't think there's anything to worry about. Haven't you looked at his schedule? After the dark moon, he is ready to go digging in space with his appointed gravedigger sage. The grave of the Necron, I guarantee with my reputation, that idiot will definitely have an epiphany in front of the grave of the Necron."

The primarch looked silently at Karas;

[Why...why are you so sure? 】

Callas clapped his hands,

"Intuition and experience," he said calmly. "In the records of the Death Guard, didn't you find that every time he encountered the Necron, he would vaguely discover the part of himself that was less human?"

"That guy loves to be in the limelight," Karas said. "If he attacks an enemy on the physical side... he is destined to use the Star God part."

【……you're right. 】

Death said, and he brought up Karas, who deftly stayed in Death's hands like a pendant, and then the mist rose and they descended into the underground caves of Miint.

Death glanced at Karas, [So... you checked all his past itineraries? 】

"Boring and idle."

Karas ended this topic that made him want to vomit. He raised his eyes to look at the shining silver moving mazes. Karas' intuition saved him, and the psyker blinded him directly with psychic energy.

The maze in which the dragon is imprisoned is crazy and absurd. The rules no longer exist. There is no clear dividing line between straight lines and arcs. Angle and angle are biting each other, and everything becomes chaotic.

"Sometimes I really don't understand," he said, "How much time did you have before you took all the trouble to move the Void Dragon here?"

"This is a necessary precaution," Death said, "Maybe I don't have to do this, but if it's not him who goes back... this is very necessary." 】

"I am not the Lord of Mankind, and I have never been as arrogant as him," Mortarion said, as he watched the movement of the living metal, "I try to avoid desperate measures, and I try not to completely trust others... …It’s painful, but it’s also necessary. 】

Karas laughed.

"Oh my god, is this what you call [not fully trusting others]?"

Mortarion was silent for a moment,

[You are different, I am sure of your loyalty. 】

"I'm unfaithful," Karas said. "Put me back and I'm going to die."

【turn down. 】