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[I've already planned it out. After the first phase of the industrial plan is completed, you, along with Mortarion and Angron, will conquer Nurgle's Garden for me. If that's not enough, we'll send Neos in. At the same time, the Empire will enter the second phase of the plan, increasing productivity by 20.3% to 47.5% within three to five years. Simultaneously, at least four legions must undergo complete transformation—if the alien intelligence is correct, the Necromancers and Tyranids are currently at war. We'll bring in the Orks and try to weaken the Necromancers as much as possible.]
Hades, who had been excited moments before, seemed to have calmed down, listening in stunned silence to Guilliman's long-winded speech. The Lord of the Empire had clearly planned out the entire course of events. Guilliman spoke of the counterattack on the warp, and then of the Ultramarines conquering Khorne's throne—
Finally, Guilliman took a deep breath, slammed his fist on the table, and cried out in anguish and despair.
[It would be a miracle if these plans succeeded!]
Robert Guilliman is incredibly lucky. He has a father who runs away at crucial moments, brothers who never help unless absolutely necessary, more than one brother who is mentally unstable and whose sudden outbursts disrupt all plans, and an empire that is even more outrageous than his own father and brothers.
The only bit of luck—Killiman sighed—was that Hades was still a Barbarusian! That guy was siding with the Mortarion!
Don't think he doesn't know that Hades secretly arranged a vacation for Mortalian!
On holidays and in official business, you will never be able to deceive the sovereign in power!
Guilliman clutched his head. Why hadn't he died a few years earlier? Although Guilliman had made a firm enough decision and determination when he took power, the Primarch still revealed a moment of true feelings under the influence of alcohol and venom.
"Don't give up, Guilliman!"
Hades's shouts gradually faded from Guilliman's ears as his vision grew darker. Guilliman might not have been poisoned; he was simply too tired to rest. Today would be a day of rest. He could worry about headaches tomorrow when he was drunk and crawling out of his pile of documents.
The good news is that the documents here are all useless scraps of paper, just waiting to be disposed of—they just haven't had time to be disposed of yet.
Otherwise, none of the three of them would have messed up the pile of documents; only Conrad and Anglon would do something like that.
Hades was still barking, seemingly trying to reach out and shake Guilliman, who said with deep affection,
"One day, we will be lying on the beach, basking in the sun, and there will be no more official business in the world."
This sounds like the Emperor's plan...
Before Killman could finish speaking, his eyelids drooped, and he drifted off to sleep.
Hades seemed oblivious, still muttering to himself, but then he turned his head and found that Guilliman was not moving. Hades sighed loudly and shook the bottle in his hand to make sure that not a single drop of wine was wasted.
Then Hades turned his head, picked a good spot on the floor, lay down, and before closing his eyes, he grabbed a large piece of paper and covered his stomach.
However, the fact that he was wearing a full-face helmet was clearly absurd.
But it doesn't matter.
Hades didn't think twice, and the next moment, he started snoring.
A rustling sound came from in front of the tightly closed office door.
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The Silent Eye
"Today's weather is sunny; the surrounding psionic energy concentration is extremely low; there are no Kahns within a ten-mile radius, making it suitable for travel."
Two black stone arks are speeding through the Milky Way, surrounded by countless chaotic ships.
“I sensed the presence of my cowardly father in this.”
Kayan said hesitantly, looking at the dagger that was floating quietly in the Blackrock Ark at full power and in full psionic state.
An ominous aura swirled around it, with shimmering gold and eerie blue swirling within, accompanied by a dense black mist. Visibly, it appeared to be made from a portion of a giant's spine, with some fresh flesh still growing. The spiritual pressure emanating from it was so unsettling that even a ten-thousand-year veteran of the Black Legion couldn't look directly at the dagger.
Therefore, Abaddon did not remove the dagger from the shackles of Chaos.
"Maybe that's Magnus."
Abaddon chuckled, and the implication behind those words made Kayan instinctively take a step back. Betrayed Qianzi fell silent, merely shaking his head.
"What do we do next?"
"Be a dog."
Abaddon laughed, “To be Chaos’s dog.”
"Uh,"
Kayan looked at Abaddon, who seemed to be in a bad mood. Ever since Huron started to take advantage of Abaddon's former territory, Abaddon's demeanor had become increasingly irritable.
Kayan said cautiously.
"Uh, I know, what I mean is, what exactly are we supposed to do?"
"Reverse the anti-psychic field of the Eye of Silence."
Abaddon said calmly,
"It won't take long, or even be successful—just enough to get the space necromancers to notice this place, since this was their previous territory."
"Then?"
"Then they will notice what the human empire has finally grown into, and what trouble it has caused them—most of the obelisk arrays that they used to suppress the warp have been destroyed."
Abaddon said calmly, perhaps he had already come to terms with it.
maybe.
“The alien races won’t care that we messed up their architecture—to them, we and the Empire are all human, and there is no difference between us.”
This statement made Abaddon laugh, but in reality, that's how the Necromancers truly viewed them. The ancient race, high above all others, didn't care about the differences within the new races. Compared to that, how pathetic they were, eventually merging with the human empire.
Abaddon laughed, but then a look of sorrow crept onto his lips.
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The Silent King raised his gaze from the astrolabe, where his army was battling the Storm King—neither side was escalating the conflict, it was merely a "sparring match" under the guise of an exchange.
Even though the Storm King was sarcastic, he hadn't crossed the Silent King's final line, and the Silent King was far more magnanimous than before.
There was no other reason, because the command for unification had vanished, and the Silent King needed to maintain his authority over the other dynasties. He could not directly command the pharaohs, but as long as his authority remained, these senile old men were happy to continue to submit to him rather than the Storm King.
The ruler of the space necromancers raised his eyes in confusion, gazing at the star field where the Eye of Silence resided.
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Terra
【Um? ! 】
Killieman shuddered, as if sensing something ominous. He looked up abruptly and immediately met a pair of dark, menacing eyes.
Bang!
Guilliman instinctively stood up, stepped back, and gripped his sword. Then, the Emperor roared angrily.
[Conrad Coates! Get off my desk!!!]
A dazzling golden light! Conrad screamed in agony—
[I just wanted to see what was wrong with the three of you! You were making such a racket!!! I thought you were dead!]
That's no excuse for you to be squatting on my desk!!!
Killiman roared and swung his sword. Conrad fled. Run! Hades, who was lying on the ground, was hit by Conrad. Uh, the movement was too light and did not wake Hades who was unconscious.
Hades' snoring grew louder.
Nothing happened in Terra today.
Yay, it's gone!
Chapter 778: The episode where Tarasim's reputation score is reset to zero.
After Tarachin happily transmitted its main consciousness data back to its main body in the museum, it suddenly realized that something was wrong.
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The Endless One, Tarachin, possesses countless bodies throughout the galaxy, most of which are controlled by code of lower intelligence, searching for treasures in the galaxy—and incidentally waiting for Tarachin to suddenly decide to switch bodies for fun one day.
This is why it is called the Infinite One; Tarasim is infinite.
For example, one of the dozen or so bodies it placed near Terra was a very thoughtful imitation of the "Mechanical Sage" model. After all, for the Imperials, it was quite normal to see a Mechanical Sage sneaking around picking up something nearby.
Now, inside its Solemnas Museum, the powerful and radiant Talathin rises, his metallic cloak making him appear even more imposing. At the same time, the jewels Talathin has retrieved from Terra have arrived; those dazzling cobalt blue gems are adorning his neck and wrists, making him look like a damned nouveau riche coward.
A quantum-like shimmer appeared above its head. Guilliman's last treasure had arrived at its destination. The green light in the space necromancer's eyes curved, and a small gold and red crown appeared on its head, leaning at an angle.
Later, Tarachin finally figured out what was wrong with it.
“…Eurican?”
It called out tentatively, its voice echoing heavily through the corridor, but there was no response.
This is not normal! No matter when Tarasin returns, Euricane will be the first to rush up, just like the intelligent Sacred Heart beetle that Tarasin keeps—the difference between Euricane and the beetle is that Euricane will mock and belittle Tarasin.
"Eurican?! You're dead?!"
Tarasin called out again, reaching out to adjust the golden-red crown on its head, causing the blue chains on its wrists to rattle. The Endless One suddenly felt that its museum was too quiet, so quiet that—something was not right.
It poked its head out in confusion and called out to its guards, wanting to ask them where Eurican had gone.
Then——
Everything happened too fast.
Taracin didn't quite understand what had happened until it came to its senses, but it was certain that because Hades had upgraded its Propromax body, it had seen the scarlet light that seemed to pierce through time and space, shooting straight toward it.
It's the Death Mark sniper.
"The coffin of the Silent King! Tarachin, you idiot!!!"
Bang! ! !
Before that green light pierced Tarasin's heart, something heavier and more ridiculous crashed in, as if it had suddenly appeared from a dimension that did not exist at all. Ripples spread across dimensions, and a storm full of energy exploded!
It resides in another, completely unreachable dimension, in Orikan, which Tarasin was just searching for.
Orikan slammed its head against Tarasin with its hard body, the massive impact sending them both flying backward. At the same time, Tarasin caught a glimpse of the scarlet light being absorbed by Orikan, which now resembled a giant fireball.
Then a massive spacetime rift opened behind Talassin, and he, Orikan, and the clattering sapphires on Talassin's body fell into it.
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Time and fate rippled gently across Taracin's cheeks, and the space necromancer blinked, looking at Orikan who had fallen on top of it.
"what?"
Taracin uttered a single, incredibly stupid question, and Eurican suddenly stood up, kicking Taracin with a clang!
If they were all still cowards, Orikan could guarantee that this kick would send Tarasin rolling three and a half times on the ground.
"Has Hades eaten your brain?! Or did you donate your underlying code to the Empire of Man—didn't you detect the aura of the Death Mark?!"
"what."
Taracin uttered the word again, making it as stupid as a human. Orikan made a disgusted face as it watched Taracin stand up, supporting itself with its large blue chains, and its disgust only intensified.
"Ah, that."
Tarahim brushed the dust off his clothes and straightened the crown on his head.
Tarachin believed he was now in the Time and Fate Studio in Orikan, a boundless space with only streams of light and water flowing past him. Tarachin looked into the distance and saw that these streams were endless, intersecting and dispersing, like the intricate roots of a giant tree.
"I was just thinking about where you went, I didn't notice anything else."
Tarasin spoke naturally, his gaze already beginning to survey the dimension in which Orikan was situated. Orikan suddenly felt a chill; it bet Tarasin was going to steal something from here before leaving.
That's it, let's lure the wolf into the house.
"Moreover—I didn't expect that a hegemon would send the Death Seal to assassinate me. I think I am indeed despicable, but I haven't reached the point where they would use the Death Seal?"
Those dynasties whose empires were emptied by Tarachin and the Empire will never again have the Death Seal Sniper unit.
"as well as,"
Taracin spread his hands, giving Orikan, who had just heroically rescued him, a look of utter disdain.
"I won't die from that attack,"
The Endless One shrugged.
“My body has incredibly high defense, higher than you can imagine—but,”
Taracin finally withdrew his gaze from his valuation and looked at Eurican, who was about to kick it again.
"I still thank you for saving me, noble astrologer, great star-keeper Eurycan."
Euricane chuckled, feeling that he wasn't that stupid—he had just saved a fool.