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Chapter 719 Is this a moral issue?
"I have sought it countless times,"
Neos spoke slowly, and Macardo beside him gave him a distrustful look.
"And ultimately realize that what confines individuals is only their fixed mindset."
"What do you want to express?"
"Morality and personal cognitive boundaries limit them. Consciousness is the real arbiter that determines the positive and negative reward and punishment mechanisms in their minds. Just like a human being who has not been educated and socialized will not feel ashamed of patricide and fratricide."
Macado raised an eyebrow in disapproval.
"Are you saying that people are too moral?"
"I am merely stating that will determines action—a human born in the world of gladiators will not feel pain for killing, but a person from a mid-sized hive city may feel pain and remorse for it."
Nios spread his hands, and they continued walking through the long, magnificent, yet dusty corridors of the palace.
"Human society shapes a new soul through social interaction and education, but we can still change the old world's constraints on our thinking through our own efforts."
Macardo suddenly stopped, his brow furrowed as he gripped his scepter tightly, turning to look at Neos.
His expression subtly resembled, "Wait, buddy?"
"Are you trying to say that the only person in the Empire who's actually working hard is too shameless?"
Neos paused for a moment before speaking, but then smoothly continued in his next words.
"This may be related to the fact that he spends most of his time sleeping."
The Lord of Mankind added.
Makado's lips twitched.
“You should be thankful that he still has a conscience—otherwise, I can’t imagine what would have happened.”
Neos, however, did not object; instead, he nodded in agreement.
“Exactly, I have never been more grateful and appreciative of his efforts to maintain his identity, but sometimes I think he could learn to lower his expectations.”
Makado rolled his eyes.
"like you?"
"Just a little taller than me is fine."
Makado was speechless. The Emperor was a human from ancient times, and his understanding and values were beyond the comprehension of ordinary humans.
Human history is filled with far too many absurd stories that disregard ethics and morality, and cast logic and reason to dust.
Reality doesn't need much logic; sometimes, it just happens.
Therefore, the Lord of Mankind has no moral compass. His only personal conscience may only exist among a few humans and Primarchs with whom he has close relationships. The rest of his time is spent on how to cheat and deceive.
"Just like right now,"
The Lord of Mankind said,
"He has nothing to worry about. The only thing he needs to worry about is how to wipe out that bunch of greenskins, instead of falling silent because of huge emotional fluctuations—but I think he will grow again."
"That's you."
Makado coughed.
"A king cannot accept himself as ragged as a beggar, and a wise man cannot bear to appear as dull as a fool; it is a matter of their dignity and face—"
Makado glanced at Neos again, then lowered his head and sighed deeply.
"You don't have any."
"In fact,"
A smile appeared on Neos's lips, as if he were savoring some delightful memory.
“I have done things that are far more undignified and disgraceful than these. If my current image were not related to the national image, I would have left long ago to find another place.”
"I will no longer contend with the Lord of Man," Makado said with deep sorrow.
"We've made the Primarch education system too concerned with saving face."
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Social death.
Now, this thought was all that was swirling in Hades' mind, and the shock it gave him was no less than when he rushed to the cafeteria after class in his previous life and was hit by an electric scooter, and then his cheap clothes bought from PXX for 19.9 yuan with free shipping exploded in mid-air—directly losing his right to choose a partner for four years.
A green-skinned creature, a green-skinned creature that looked very well-trained, was questioning him about why he "only gave birth but didn't raise them (?)".
If it were just this one scene, that would be fine too.
The problem is that next to that greenskin is a group of silent Death Guards, Karas rolling his eyes wildly, and a progeny that is yelling back at the greenskin and continuing to kill Hades.
Hades could see that Big Fang had some emotional intelligence and brains, but Black did not—or rather, the emotional intelligence of this warlike son of Hades was always in a Schrödinger's cat state.
Blake successfully steered the conversation slightly off-topic; in Hades' eyes, they now seemed to be shouting things like "My brother dares to eat shit" or "My brother dares to do it too."
Fortunately, this type of low-information-density speech effectively prevents the front teeth from revealing more information;
Unfortunately, Hades was even more embarrassed.
He so desperately wished that he could immediately collapse like the unconscious Primal, without feeling or hearing.
He immediately lay down and was laid to rest.
He couldn't bring himself to look at Karas, because Hades knew without a doubt that Karas was cursing him.
This is why the Lord of Humanity is a strong being, and why Neos can remain calm and composed amidst the misunderstandings and insults of his many offspring, never engaging in internal strife or questioning himself.
Hades is still far from achieving the same level of spiritual attainment as the Lord of Humanity.
Should he talk to this green creature whose memory of him has become hazy? Or should he just cut to the chase?
Hades chose the latter.
Words cannot prove the truth; might makes right.
The even more absurd fact is that he can't possibly reason with a green-skinned creature.
Black mist surged, obscuring his entire body, leaving only his scarlet eye exposed.
"My true bloodline consists only of the sons of Hades and one other lineage."
Hades spoke softly, remotely vibrating the metal so that the sounds would reach the ears of Fang Fang and Black, who were locked in combat.
Blake, whose face was covered in blood from being hit by the front tooth, immediately burst into laughter.
"So you don't acknowledge ideology?!"
With its large front teeth snarling, its green, black, beady eyes reflected Blake, whose armor was covered in flowing silver metal—
The outcome was decided at this moment, and its creators acknowledged their unwelcomeness.
“Unfortunately, I am a racist.”
Hades' deep, indistinct murmurs echoed around them, seemingly present in all directions.
“I respect you, I respect you all—but there is only one right to survive in the galaxy.”
The Greenskins' survival mechanism is destined for war. This line of Greenskins has already developed to an astonishing degree. They can indeed be deployed in the war against the Tyranids, but what level of strength will this line of Greenskins evolve to afterward? Hades could hardly imagine.
Even if we were to keep them to use as tools, we must now behead that green-skinned warlord—
This greenskin has clearly reached a certain threshold, and Hades is certain that if it continues to grow, this greenskin clan will successfully revert to its ancestral form in the near future.
At that time, the ancient orcs will truly give the Empire a real hard time.
"well!"
"Big Tooth!" shouted, and Greenskin was shoved aside by the force beneath him. It smiled as it looked at Black, who was blessed by Hades, in front of it. At this moment, it seemed like the protagonist in a heroic story facing the henchmen of the greatest villain.
"Using us as tools of war—now I know why the Underworld unified the Greenskins!"
Because the Greenskins were originally a war clan created by the Ancient Ones, they were slaves to be driven by the Ancient Ones. The Ancient Ones did not even want them to survive afterward. In their genetic code, once war disappeared, the Greenskins would quickly perish.
In a way, Hades's treatment of the greenskins resembles that of the ancient sages, which is why they have awakened true intelligence.
The big front tooth looked towards the location of Hades from afar, unsure whether he was there or whether he was watching him.
The front teeth weren't too surprised by this.
It suddenly turned to that area where the setting sun was like blood, and ignoring Black, who was slowly rising behind it with an axe, the green-skinned behemoth suddenly knelt down!
"Human etiquette! Thank you for your guidance. From this day forward, the Underworld will truly embark on its path of war!!!"
"And after that—"
The big-toothed man roared, spreading his arms and standing up.
"Greenskins will never be slaves!!!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
"Let us!!! Offer this world a tribute to war!!!"
Yay! That's it!
Chapter 720 Who is the villain?
The god waaagh who watered the underworld with the waters of war!
Let us dedicate our war to you!
war! war! war!
WAAAGH! WAAAGH! WAAAGH! ! !
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Hades had read countless youth-themed manga in his previous life.
These comics, aimed at passionate teenagers, often have repetitive plots, fixed personalities for the main and supporting characters, and even very similar endings for the major storylines.
Before reaching the finish line, facing the seemingly invincible villainous BOSS, when the protagonist group's ultimate move is defeated, and when the other supporting characters are all dejected.
The protagonist often suddenly falls into a flashback—then realizes the truth, breaks through the biggest inner demon that previously bound him, and then suddenly gains a great deal of power!
After that, the protagonist often rushes in shouting things like "friendship" and "bonds".
Whether a shonen manga is excellent and widely discussed often depends on whether the protagonist's final surge in power is reasonable.
A bad comic is one where the protagonist suddenly and inexplicably gains superhuman abilities, defeats the villain, and wins the heart of the beautiful woman.
A good comic will lay the groundwork from the very beginning by subtly revealing why the protagonist makes a breakthrough.
Hades had complained countless times that the shonen manga he watched didn't make sense, like how the protagonist could suddenly unleash his power just by shouting.
but now--
Hades looked into the distance in disbelief.
He saw a green-skinned creature that had grown to an unimaginable size, facing the setting sun, with the bright red glow of the sunset shining on its emerald green skin, the two colors clearly distinct.
You're right, but this is Warhammer 40, the brand new Warp DLC, and the warlike Greenskin clan can go berserk whenever it wants to.
This is the green-skinned one.
Hades was drenched in sweat.
So he gave Blake another buff—shock aside, winning was the priority.
At this moment, Hades realized with a profound understanding that he was the villainous leader among the other clans—
In the eyes of Chaos, he broke through Chaos's invasion of the physical world; in the eyes of the Eldar, he directly wiped out their race; in the eyes of the Star Gods, he was a hybrid monster created by humans; in the eyes of the Necromancers of space... well, thanks for the five-star review, Tarasin!
In the eyes of the Greenskins, Hades personally deceived them in order to use them, and then ruthlessly tried to wipe them out.
He bestowed upon us the art and tenderness of war—yet he himself devoured it all!
The big front tooth slowly stood up, a wisp of green steam rising from its body. It glanced over and saw the butcher, enveloped in silvery-white living metal and pitch black.
At this moment, it's hard to imagine that a green-skinned creature's eyes could gleam with the sharpness of wisdom.
The Orks and Eldar are both races created by the Old Ones to defend against the undead in space.
Beneath the shattered mansion of the gods, the spirit race, who voluntarily blindfolded themselves, chose to conceal that bygone era with hazy songs.