Chapter 790 [232] The Strongest Human Idea King

Chapter 790 【232.】The Strongest Human Idea King

Outsiders.

The only intact Star God survivor after the Battle of Heaven, a poor god who was deceived by the Laughing God, a lunatic who innocently devoured several of his own kind and caused mental disorder, and who self-exiled from the Galaxy due to uneasy conscience, causing the Tyrans to change their way into the Galaxy. Route culprit.

Except for the King of Silence and a few people in this galaxy, few people know about the existence of the Outsiders——

Including Robert Guilliman.

But Hades, who had omniscience on, knew.

"etc?"

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

“The outsider—is the Star God that I understand?”

"Soulless Ogryn, I don't think you've burned your brain out because of the official document."

"But-but-"

Hades turned up the volume,

"If the Outsiders 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 power to fight the complete Star God???"

Because he is an incomplete Star God, Hades is well aware of the gap between a complete Star God and fragments of a Star God.

This is not just the difference between big and small in power or ability, a complete star god means changing the rules in a real sense, a completely transcendent existence, the real master of the physical galaxy.

Hades doesn't think any race here is capable of fighting a complete star god——

Maybe the Silent King combined with all the remaining Necron can do it, but now the Storm King is obviously ready to jump ship.

And now it is declining, even Chaos, which has been silent for a long time, is obviously no match for a complete Star God.

The Outsider was not even an unknown Star God before this, but its power was powerful enough to rank it among the top three in the Star God's 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 not the reason for him to act recklessly again. I don’t want to introduce unstable existence to the battlefield. I don’t want to see the Necrons killing less humans than the outsiders. 】

Malcador raised his eyebrows, and Hades suddenly felt something bad. He had a premonition that Malcador was going to say something very mean.

This premonition ability was developed by Hades during his dealings with Karas.

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

Malcador's hands were holding the scepter, and he took off his hood.

"Now is the time for you to manage the empire. The Lord of Humanity should not have taken action——

No one wants him to do anything again with his genius loan sharking mind that wants to bring everything down and blow it up, not even me. "

Neos asked Malcador to lure the outsiders over. Is this an easy job? Did he think Malcador was willing to go?

But unfortunately, only Malcador can do it. Because of his previous connection with the Eldar and the God of Laughter, Malcador can imitate the playful God——

It was the spirit god who used his skills to make outsiders go crazy.

"But it's obvious that the empire cannot win the current situation."

From his deeply sunken eyes, Malcador shot a piercing gaze towards Hades.

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

【etc--】

Guilliman took a deep breath. Malcador's words obviously annoyed him a little. The Lord of Kings and the Mageweaver had had conflicts before, but they still disliked each other.

[But what about after being brought here? 】

Guilliman's azure eyes stared intently at Malcador, as if he hoped to see a Neos behind a cane-wielding Malcador.

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

Malcador sneered, as if he was mocking.

"In this regard, I need to thank you, Guilliman, and Hades. At least you let that bastard Neos learn to explain. He finally didn't tell me 'for the empire' or 'everything was planned' this time. 'Such nonsense."

"The endgame is simple,"

Malcador spread his hands,

"If there is no force on this battlefield that can match the Outsiders, then the Outsiders will destroy everything here - including most of the Hazy Star Territory, and then the empire outside the Hazy Star Territory will be safe."

Malcador smiled, wrinkles piling up at the corners of his eyes and cheeks, making him look like the kind of conspiracy capitalist on Ancient Terra.

"At least we all know that by then more than 80% of the Necrons' troops who are still conscious will be here, and there will also be 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 is to pin the above-mentioned forces to the Eye of Silence until they are all extinct - and thus the human empire survives.

Even though most of the territory of the star field, as well as countless troops and leaders will be lost, the pain is still bearable for a human empire of this size.

"He means..."

Hades concluded,

"Exchange one for another and give up the Hazy Star Territory in exchange for a stable environment where the empire will have no enemies for a long time to come?"

Indeed, the Necron, Tyranid, and Chaos are basically the last threats to the Imperium.

"But there is another timeline, where is Tzeentch???"

"He didn't find the Chaos."

Malcador rolled his eyes. Hades and Guilliman in front of him were almost full of question marks.

"I mean - before he thought about the Outsiders, Neos tried to talk to his 'old friends'."

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

Malcador coughed,

"I think I've explained it clearly enough. If you don't have anything else to do, and there's no other better solution, I'm going to leave to prepare - it's going to be a long process, so I have to leave as early as possible."

"One last question,"

Hades and Guilliman looked at each other, then looked at Malcador,

"How could he assume that the Outsiders would not continue moving towards the Empire after arriving in the Obscurus Starfield?"

“The Emperor said he took action himself—

Although he can't compete with the outsider, he can at least keep the outsider from moving. Are you satisfied with this answer? "

Malcador also seemed to be in a bad mood. After realizing that Hades and Guilliman understood, Malcador's whole body arced directly.

Before Hades could ask his stupid question, the old man teleported away directly.

"Where did he get his power from?!"

Hades shouted, he and Guilliman looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

After a terrible silence, Hades spoke slowly,

"He won't... borrow another 10,000 years of religious loan sharking, right?"

Guilliman looked at Hades and spoke seriously,

[I have a more terrifying and disrespectful guess. After the Outsider arrived, all the original bodies in this area were killed... Did he have a chance to help Horus Luperkar up? 】

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

After a long silence, Guilliman spoke again, but there was a haze of helplessness and sadness on his face.

【It doesn’t matter...】

The Lord of the Empire murmured to himself,

[Let Horus approve the official document. I can totally accept it. I accept it. 】

……………………

【A few days ago】

【Magic Pattern Private Restaurant】

The lights seemed a little dim, and the entire restaurant seemed to be in a twisted dark golden vortex. The long solid wooden dining table was a little oily, and there were some dazzling white spots shining in the light.

"You still love this painting so much."

Nios said, he was sitting at the edge of the long table, elegantly cutting steaks with silver cutlery, and at the end of the long table farthest from him, Malcador was eating expressionlessly. .

"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 pushed aside in a hurry.

Neos also brought Horus over, but the Wolf Shepherd could not resist the inexplicable atmosphere here and left casually looking for an excuse.

Unfortunately, he was a 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 strange paintings will never appear again."

"Because humans will cease to exist next?"

Malcador asked calmly, and the Emperor made a hurt expression.

"This possibility exists every minute - but we do need to face up to a problem this time. The battle between the two sides is not going smoothly."

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

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

The Silent King's army is larger than they thought.

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

According to normal logic, this battle is doomed for the empire——

In other words, there is no hope of winning at all.

But Neos was able to clearly perceive the future, a future in which he could continue to draw on the power of faith and borrow money. No matter what, the future empire survived and continued to produce faith.

It's like a weird mathematical derivation. You write down the derivation formula clearly and correctly step by step, and finally get a "failed" result.

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" and introduce a more chaotic existence to mess up the originally clear and demonstrable situation, and then fate will flow on its own.

Neos once visited Nurgle's garden, but what puzzled him was that there was no sound of flies or insects in the long garden.

Even the rotten smell had faded a lot, and the familiar crucible and the figure next to the crucible also disappeared, leaving only a large dry pit.

The Alpha corpses everywhere were silent.

Where has Nurgle gone?

Neos was shocked, and then he visited the Blood Lord's throne again, but it was also empty, with only the skeletons on the Skull Throne staring at him.

Khorne is gone too.

There were still countless Alphas in the blood pool who were completely lifeless.

On that confused afternoon, the Emperor sat on the Skull Throne, the crown of golden olive leaves shining in his black hair,

The emperor thought about it all day and night, and finally came to the conclusion that the two lines of fate were also approaching.

And be the first to start integrating, or be replaced? Being thrown towards? Another line of fate is the warp.

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

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

Outsiders.

The light and shadow on the wine glass flickered across the emperor's eyes, and he was in a daze for a moment before returning to Malcador's restaurant.

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

"One last time,"

The emperor swore with all his might,

"This is the last time, Malcador... After this battle, we will completely save all mankind from the vortex of fate."

Click.

There was a crisp sound, and Malcador put down the knife and fork in his hand wordlessly. He finished eating, and the old man elegantly wiped away the non-existent residue around his mouth with a napkin.

"That's what you said last time, Neos."

Malcador said calmly, lowering his eyes without looking at the Emperor, as if he was unimportant.

"You said the same thing last time - let me think about it, you have said similar words to me at least ten times."

"I--"

Malcador directly interrupted the emperor's defense.

"I sometimes scold the person who persuaded you to send troops, but it doesn't matter."

"I'll go."

Nios instantly became energetic,

"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 psychic fragment of Xie Goqi, and I will give it a try -"

Neos stood up and shouted, and a piece of paper suddenly fell on his shoulder. The emperor lowered his head and saw the sentence 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 where the limits of Guilliman's work are."

Signed, Machado.

…………………………

【Barbarus】

It's really nice here...

[Mortarion] Thinking of this, as he looked at the bright sky of Barbarus and the cornfields blowing in the wind, the Primarch felt that he was close to tears.

It turns out that Barbarus can be so peaceful.

But no matter what, the hypocritical hypocrite couldn't shed a single tear. He could only lean down as much as possible and put his hands on the corn seedlings swaying in the wind.

[Mortarion]'s palms were tickled by the tips of corn seedlings.

[Herrera] and [Karas] will definitely be happy to see this scene...

Unlike [Mortarion], [Herrera] will definitely cry loudly for the first time, and then try hard to wrap the earth with her long snake-like tail.

The chain lines on [Mortarion]'s neck were dimming at the moment. [Guilliman] gave him a rare holiday, not because [Guilliman] was kind-hearted, but because [Mortarion] overachieved. task.

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

The sun has risen.

[Mortarion] closed his eyes and felt the sunlight bathing him. In that tranquility that shone like a cornfield, jealousy began to burn like a raging flame.

Searing the heart and soul of the Primarch.