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Such an operation can only be described as a pipe dream, but fortunately, Phenus Manus, whom Hades had previously entrusted, is exploring routes on the flank of the Silent King's front and has a good chance of joining forces with the human empire ahead of schedule.
"I hope things go well for Finus's side."
Surrounded by the swarm of insects, Hades spoke, the darkness in his black eyes beginning to burn with a deeper hunger and devouring intent. He was silent for a moment, then spoke again.
"Endless One, do you still have any Star God fragments in stock?"
"Gone! All gone!"
Tarasin hurriedly waved his hand, having practically given away all the Star God fragments he had saved to feed this Dark King.
Hades sighed. The war was urgent, and things were unlikely to develop as he wished.
Tyronn's determination and offensive tactics truly exceeded everyone's expectations.
“Tarasin…”
He said this as if he had made up his mind.
"If things really don't work out, I might voluntarily enter Star God mode. At that time, I'll have to rely on you to prevent me from accidentally hurting anyone."
"???"
Tarasin wanted to yell that Hades had betrayed his teammates, but when he looked at the overwhelming swarm of insects again, he swallowed the words back down.
"Can,"
Tarasin said with considerable difficulty,
"But you'll have to agree to become part of my collection after that."
"You kept my bed back then, it was quite comfortable to sleep in, that's good."
Hades chuckled, knowing that Tarachin was playing his own joke again. A flash of lightning crossed Hades' eyes, and the next moment, the swarm of insects gathered in front of him exploded in a huge, bright light.
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[What an amazing result!]
Robert Guilliman sighed as if from the bottom of his heart, the only thing that remained unchanged was the faint smile on his lips. Guilliman glanced sideways, but did not want to talk to his other self any longer.
The war continued, and they stood side by side, their feet sinking deep into the corpses.
The ever-victorious Honor Guard followed them, and for some reason, Guilliman always felt that his other Honor Guard exuded an extremely bloody aura, even though each of their armors was polished to a gleaming shine, just like the cold-blooded king [Guilliman] himself.
[Tyrone...]
【Killiman】easily ignored the uncomfortable aura emanating from his other self and continued talking to himself.
[Very powerful, isn't it? If they were allowed into the heart of the empire, it might be another catastrophe for the current empire.]
The fate of [Guilliman] does not include Tyrion, which is probably a coincidence accumulated by countless opportunities. After all, the Outer Ones in their fate are not guarding the outer galaxy, but have completely disappeared into the outer star system after the Space Necromancers were wiped out by the human empire.
Even though he had never faced the Tyren, Guilliman immediately recognized the terrifying nature of this race.
In some respects, Guilliman believed that this was an existence that might be superior to his empire in terms of its underlying system. It was a true herd mentality, and as long as the swarm did not collapse, it would be the most efficient army.
However, after thousands of years of iteration and design, the human empire under his command is no less united than he was.
[Killiman] smiled.
[Such a terrifying army is now bogged down on a battlefield... It's unimaginable what being could possibly be capable of holding back such a terrifying creation.]
The Kingslayer turned his head to look at his other self. The Emperor of the Empire, Guilliman, remained silent, only pursing his lips tightly.
He could see the terror of that Tyrannical force all too well. The cold-blooded king's words were absolutely true. If this swarm of insects were allowed to enter the center of the galaxy... Guilliman felt a little dizzy.
Even if the Empire doesn't confront the Necrons in space, humanity, facing only this one Tyranid force, could easily become food for the Zerg if they're not careful.
And now... Guilliman's face was somewhat pale, as Hades and the small army of the Endless Ones were holding back such a huge army.
But Guilliman knew that Pluto's side couldn't hold out that long either, and without reinforcements, being swallowed up by the swarm would be inevitable.
The tapping from his other self beside him suddenly seemed less important. Guilliman remained silent, his mind racing.
[Phenus and his army cannot hold out for long... The army needs to speed up. Excuse me, I'll be back in a moment.]
The cold-blooded king raised his eyes and looked at the other figure of Guilliman hurriedly leaving. Phenus... Indeed, Phenus was also on that battlefield.
Fernus Manus was undoubtedly powerful, as Guilliman knew. He relied on Fernus because he was aware of the terror and power of this Primarch of Iron Arms.
In this thread of fate, another Fenus is also powerful enough, [Guilliman] thought calmly, Nirvana System... a supreme entity combining physics and psionic energy, supporting more than 80 percent of the empire's computing power.
This is a completely different answer that this human empire submitted when faced with a vast empire. Guilliman did consider a similar solution back then, but after careful consideration, he chose a more efficient and blasphemous path.
However, this Phenus... is indeed worth a visit.
The god of fate chose him. [Guilliman] smiled, the biting wind carrying gunpowder smoke and blood whipping against his cheek. The distant cannon fire still shook the earth, but the main force of the Silent King had retreated.
This means he no longer needs to commit troops to fight against his overly morally fastidious "brother," and the saved fighting strength can wait for subsequent battles.
What will he see next?
[Killiman] looked up at the stars and saw the enormous thing rapidly moving toward him.
The outer side...
This is truly another disastrous move by the human empire, Guilliman sneered. He didn't know which decision-maker came up with the idea, but whoever it was, he must be an arrogant and conceited monarch.
But if there are no outsiders... then who can contend with the Silent King who has shed most of his shackles?
The Silent King may be going insane by now.
Chapter 830 [272] Ruth was the first to be suspected.
[Stop?]
Indistinct whispers came through the private communication channel, and Guilliman frowned deeply.
I tried to contact Makado, but the Empire's current communication methods cannot reach the rune users. Perhaps you could try.
Killieman paused for a moment.
However, I don't believe that Makado and the Outer Ones can be slowed down easily; luring a complete Star God is not an easy task.
The crackling sound came from the other end of the communication channel again, mixed with indistinct words.
“…&%￥”
【No...no, no, I suggest you move ahead of time. I know it will be difficult—okay, remember to report your coordinates to the Empire regularly.】
The communication was finally cut off by the hoarse roars of the Tyranids. Guilliman sighed. Their ability to contact Hades was entirely due to the Star God's special abilities. With the Silent King cutting off both battlefields, the Empire of Man needed to reach the other battlefield as soon as possible.
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Another Fate Line
The culprit who caused chaos on the battlefield between the Empire and the Necromancers in space is completely unaware of the consequences of his decisions on the other side.
They wouldn't shed a single tear for Macado, who was running and howling in agony.
The individual representing "humanity" is standing on a desolate star. The raging wind, caused by the extreme temperature difference, lashes his face and whips his long hair, but it cannot conceal the flames of anger rising in his eyes.
He could not understand, or rather, could not accept, the actions of his other self. Standing on a desolate frontier star in the territory of the Chaos Empire, the Emperor's gaze remained fixed on the direction of Terra.
The eagles and wolves he had released in advance had already arrived.
"You're late."
The golden-eyed emperor stared expressionlessly at the Milky Way before him, and the Milky Way stared back at him. The footsteps of the two giants dragged on the ground, creating craters of varying depths on the desolate planet.
We apologize, my lord, but we have come after all.
The wolf king, who was somewhat incoherent, spoke with a long, old scar torn across his jaw, and Leman Russ immediately knelt down without any hesitation.
[Those who arrive late may be others.]
Covered in dust, the overlord of the grasslands spoke slowly and deliberately. Chagatai stared intently at the emperor, and after a brief silence, he chose to kneel beside his brother.
"Get up, no need for pleasantries."
The emperor paused, then quickly added the next sentence, his tone hurried and shallow.
“I would love to ask about the origins of your old wounds, but now is not the time for reminiscing. I need to know more crucial information about this inverted fate.”
A fleeting look of astonishment crossed the eyes of both Rus and Chagatai. Had the Emperor explained? Or perhaps the "concern" contained in those few syllables was something they hadn't anticipated.
The two, exiled to another destiny, are still unaware of Neos's past, but their dramatic experiences have indeed left new marks on the sculpture named "Neos".
Chagatai's previously obvious displeasure lessened somewhat, and Russ spoke directly.
Both the vastness of time and the minuteness of fate have entered a cruel winter, but the good news is that the cycle continues.
[Just a clap of thunder before spring arrives.]
Time and fate are both cycles. All the stories and people, big and small, have come to an end. They are about to step into the spring when the flowers bloom. When the spring sun rises, Hades can sever the cycle of destiny and step into a new spiral staircase.
The Khan continued, glancing at the scar on Rus's jaw.
Our plan hasn't been going very smoothly. Because of our excessive contact with "Leon" here, Ruth is the first to become a suspect.
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Another Fate Line
【past】
“I sense that you are very dissatisfied with some of your offspring, my Lord.”
"Number Six is too unruly and vulgar; I don't think I ever planted such a seed in his genome."
The Emperor sat at his desk, which was filled with books of all sizes and his collection. Among them was an oversized human skull, the newest addition to his collection. The skull's empty eye sockets stared at the Emperor, dripping with the blood of the war of unification.
The Emperor raised his eyes, his calm brown eyes reflecting the imperfect, excessively brutal skull.
"He got too close to number one."
He allows imperfections, but does not excessively condone the spread of inferior qualities; inferior qualities must not be tainted by superior ones.
[Macado] coughed a few times, but he felt that the temperament of Number Six was more to his liking. Among the Emperor's non-human offspring, Number Six was obviously more mature, but also unusually dull in some aspects.
Number Six even privately told [Macado] that he preferred the immortal old man to call him "Russ"—a name with a slightly strange cultural connotation.
“But I spoke with Erda, and she said that in genetic design, number six is the third most loyal offspring among your children.”
The most loyal is Number One, who would never betray him; the second most loyal is Number Eleven.
The sixth one is because it has canine genes added to its genes, which are naturally loyal to their owners.
These words seemed to touch the Emperor, but after a moment, the black-haired man merely shook his head.
“The genetic code that was originally set may not necessarily function well. You and I have both experienced the era of the Iron Man—they also had their own taboos at the bottom, but some Iron Men still fell into chaos.”
The golden flame in the man's eyes flickered.
"My intuition and divine guidance tell me that there is more to the story than meets the eye for number six. Besides him, my other offspring are not without suspicion as well."
"But they are still loyal to you, loyal to humanity, aren't they?"
【Macado】slowly moved towards the man in front of the table again. The flickering candlelight on the desk illuminated the old man's face, and a fleeting glint of light flashed in his eyes, which were clouded by age.
“They can’t… My lord, I don’t think Chaos will reach out to them now. This is Terra, your royal land, they cannot be so presumptuous.”
“I’ve been concerned about this issue.”
The man tapped his pen rhythmically on the table. The Lord of Mankind was deep in thought. He didn't look at the loyal courtiers who came to pay their respects. Instead, he stared blankly at the wall, his gaze seemingly piercing through the layers of Terra Palace and looking towards a more distant place.
"The vast ocean is not normal."
The Emperor said,
“They should have checked and balanced each other, and the order and sequence of the Chaos Octagon should not have been broken. But now I have witnessed the disorder among them, and some beings have temporarily gained an advantage by using their cleverness, which is not recognized by the vast ocean.”
"This victory will make Him even more arrogant. What is impossible for Him? Even if this is Terra?"
The Emperor frowned.
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"Little guy...you should behave."
[Macado] muttered to himself, the old man trying impatiently to pull his scepter from the big, dumb man's hand, but the guy who was using the scepter as a chew toy was clearly unwilling to let go of it.
[Hey, you with the magic markings, let me have one more bite. I think I'm about to lose another tooth.]
"You are the Primarch! You won't lose your teeth. The only reason you might lose them is because you tried to bite something harder than your life! Let go!!!"