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“He missed it once; he should have been born in Macurag, not Barbalus.”
The Emperor said, and successfully left the scene before the Pale Lord could fly into a rage—Mortalian had made things difficult for him, and he naturally wanted to get his revenge.
Yay! That's it!
Chapter 665 Even the wicked need the wicked to grind them down.
"idiot."
Makado said that as he stood on the observatory, the distant chaotic ocean stretched out where the coastline of the physical world met, bursting forth with a long and brilliant sea of light that illuminated the old man's face.
Behind the emperor, countless mortals, wreathed in golden flames, stood silently. Upon closer inspection, among them were many generals or governors who had once been renowned in the empire.
These people remained silent, as a hazy golden light suddenly rose up.
A series of unsteady, sparse footsteps sounded.
【hiss--】
Conrad tilted his head and scratched his ear with his little finger.
You didn't tell me that being your dog would bring this kind of treatment.
Makado turned his head and saw the Primarch in a terrible state, blood and bits of flesh soaking through almost every inch of his cloth, with remnants of vomit or excrement running through his long hair.
Conrad spread his arms, revealing the hole that pierced his chest, with blood-stained pearl chains hanging down, which seemed more like chains binding the original body.
You are entirely responsible for this, my lord.
Koz spoke in an extremely flippant voice. Macado remained silent, then snapped his fingers with a dark expression.
Crash! The extra jewels on Conrad's body fell to the ground, splattering blood everywhere.
"You should be glad you're still alive, Conrad."
Alive?
Conrad stretched his limbs exaggeratedly, his mouth twisting into a wide grin.
[I'm not stupid—you should really look at the Slaanesh that infest the entire Comoros. I've never seen such insane gods before. Dying in the Comoros is definitely not a good choice; our Lustful Lady is thirsting for life.]
"And what about the lion?"
Macardo's eyes shone brightly, while Conrad simply shrugged indifferently.
Since you asked me about this, he's probably playing with the Slaanesh somewhere in the Comoros. Before I escaped, I blew up the only remaining working entrance to the network tunnel.
“Leon isn’t the point; the point is what he has.”
Not found.
Conrad said frankly,
I was about to catch him—but I never imagined the indirect, coercive command from chaos.
Using His covenant with Macado, the Shapeshifter manipulated Conrad to detonate the Black Stone Road within the Comoros. Together with other Shapeshifters lurking in the Comoros and in cooperation with the Laughing God, they ultimately lured Slaanesh into the Comoros.
Koz watched with a forced smile as Macado's arm trembled slightly. The Primarch suddenly felt much better, even though the feeling of being forced to obey orders was really awful.
"I'll allow you to rest."
Macado nodded.
"But the task of tracking down the lion is still entrusted to you. Once he leaves the Comoros... we will be able to detect him immediately."
Do I have any right to refuse?
Coz raised his hands in surrender.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Macardo was silent for a moment, while Conrad turned his head and looked curiously at the dazzling lights in the distance.
What's next? Such a massive explosion—even those idiots from the High Lords would know to do something.
Macado glanced at Coz.
"The army is assembling,"
He said succinctly,
"Within a week, the army gathered on Terra will head towards the star system that was originally controlled by the Eldar—even though Terra has not yet announced who will command this expedition, there are only two candidates."
Hades or Mortarion.
Are they all Barbarosians?
Koz raised his voice in a strange tone.
Where did my Macurag brothers die?
Macardo's eyes remained expressionless. Before the Emperor could even react, the Primarch collapsed to the ground with a scream.
“You can learn to shut up, Conrad—the Lord of Man created twenty-one Primarchs, and I think one of them can be a mute.”
Some time later, behind the Primarch who was lying on the ground convulsing, Sevita and Shen appeared, also covered in bits of flesh and blood, but it seemed that they had long since learned to ignore it all.
Severa stepped over the Primarch who was lying on the ground struggling without hesitation.
He ignored Coz's shouts as he walked by, faced Macado directly, bowed, and began to report on the specific intelligence regarding Comoros.
"...Lustful Heaven took over the Spirit Race very quickly. The Spirit Race members who were successfully transformed became extremely irritable. At the same time, I believe that Lustful Heaven is using the cloning technology of the Dark Spirit Race, and the number of Spirit Race soldiers is increasing rapidly."
"Slaanesh is half a god of the Spirit Race."
Makado laughed.
“Increased numbers… Elsa, the Mother Goddess of Life… I should have thought of this… the ever-changing world…”
"So what are your plans for the next step?"
After finishing his report, Sevita subtly stepped aside to avoid getting vomit on his boots from the Primarch's spilled vomit.
"We will be responsible for the pre-war preparations against Comoros."
Makado said, a smile appearing on his face.
"How ironic. Have the Lord of Humanity and that guy already accepted that I can no longer struggle? Or have they accepted that even if I resist, I cannot fight them?"
Sevita remained silent, serving as a perfect backdrop. Through his interactions with Primarch Conrad, the Raven Prince had learned how to be a perfect backdrop... or, in Hades' words, a good straight man.
"I don't think the Empire will send you directly—have they sent someone from their side?"
Makado's smile never faded, yet it sent chills down one's spine.
“I admire your pragmatism and shrewdness, Sevita. You should not hide in the shadow of the Primarch.”
"It's just fate playing tricks on me, my lord. I will not abandon the original body."
Makado laughed loudly, and at the same time, a heavy, urgent knocking sounded on the door, accompanied by a strange, incense-like fragrance.
“Look, Sevita, let’s see who’s from the Empire?”
Makado turned around, looking at the door with a forced smile. After a series of announcement-like knocks, the door was opened rudely.
The black stone incense burner hung over the scarlet robe. There was only one person there. Gears clattered and rattled. Facing the room full of obviously abnormal psionic humanoids and fallen Primarchs, the Great Sage Kirkland showed no reaction.
Kirkland didn't even change his straight path; he nonchalantly charged through the crowd ablaze with golden flames. Makado watched him with amusement.
The sage's robe was scorched by the golden flames, and should have been burned to ashes, but the sage's red robe was like an unburnt material. The golden flames flickered in vain and then went out again.
Kirkland lifted his robe and calmly stepped over the Primarch who was lying on the ground convulsing.
In that instant! Sevita and Shen unleashed a terrifying killing intent. Shen gripped his gauntlets so tightly they cracked, while Sevita's eyes flashed with a sinister light, a chilling white light emanating from him, and ice crept up his armor.
Ordinary people might even be directly intimidated and killed by the murderous aura emanating from the two Midnight Lords.
Kirkland ignored them all.
The Great Sage quickly bowed to Makado, then turned his head to stare at Makado.
"How ironic,"
Makado gave a forced smile.
“I thought at worst it would be Buzz Bella… but I didn’t expect it to be a sage. They are far more insulting to me than I imagined.”
“If you have misjudged my abilities, sir,”
Kirkland's completely flat, mechanical voice rang out.
“You might suffer—at least that little guy Buz isn’t worthy of toasting with me.”
The empire's civil officials generally discriminated against the Mechanicus, and the sages had low political status and a poor image.
Whether Makado was trying to intimidate him or genuinely meant it, it didn't matter.
Makado smiled and shook his head.
"No, no way, how could that be? After all, he's his confidant. He's got guts—he's already guessed everything?"
"Please address him correctly as the Supreme King of the Underworld, the Human Ohm Messiah," Kirkland's mechanical eyes lit up with a red light.
"But you're going to be disappointed. The scene you're in now has even startled me."
Kirkland didn't seem frightened at all; he even had the time to tug at his robes to prevent the Primarch's vomit from spreading over.
"If you don't panic in this situation, then you are a true hero—"
Makado said, his eyes blazing with golden flames, reflecting Kirkland's figure.
"But why can't I sense your soul?"
"The soul is a lie of idealism,"
Kirkland accepted it in a self-consistent manner.
"But I had already entered the realm of materialism, and gave my soul as an admission ticket to Hades."
Sevita gave a cold laugh.
"……absurd."
Makado spoke slowly, but Kirkland didn't seem to care.
"I'm just a fierce dog that relies on its master's power, which is better than a stray dog that no one wants. You don't need to play tricks on me. I just want to go back and get praise, witness a miracle, or beat up my nemesis."
"Then tell me what you can bring."
Macardo's face turned cold, which was why he despised the sages of the Mechanicus, even though he knew that the sage in front of him was one of the top leaders in the Mechanicus.
"The method of cutting off the network channel - although we cannot build the network channel, we can cut off and isolate the damaged part of the network channel from the other parts."
Kirkland said directly,
"And anti-psychic technology, Your Excellency, I believe your psychic power is no match for that of the Lustful Heaven. That is why I have brought anti-psychic technology with me."
"What level of anti-pseudotechnology can you achieve now?"
"My current private army can carry out a full-scale anti-psychic extermination of three planets. After obtaining Pluto's command, if I command it in my name, a large-scale extermination of seven planets will not be difficult."
Kirkland remained calm, while the Midnight Lords, who were still staring at him with murderous intent, were startled.
A great sage's private army—capable of completely de-psychicizing three planets?!
Even though they knew it was Kirkland, they were still somewhat shocked—perhaps this great sage had been too low-key before, with Kirkland having devoted most of his forces to the Underworld civil war, so that the outside world had not noticed anything special.
"There are other anti-psychic weapons, but I think most of you gentlemen don't think much of these individual weapons. I'm sorry, but because of the scarcity of Blackrock and Soulless Ones, only individual weapons, a small number of knights, and mass extinction weapons have been widely used. Other anti-psychic vehicles and warships also exist, but because of their scarcity, they can be completely ignored."
Kirkland continued, watching with great interest Makado's micro-expressions through the camera window.
Unfortunately, the wise man who had lived for ten thousand years did not show the expression the sage hoped to see.
Kirkland can assure you that the anti-psy forces have always been well protected by them and the Death Guard.
Before Pluto's return, no one knew the exact number and size of this army.
This was intended to protect the anti-psychic forces and deter the enemy, but after Pluto's return, it simply became a means of intimidating the enemy.
This is why Kirkland is standing here; why did Hades send him?
This is partly a matter of trust, and partly a desire for Kirkland to showcase their arsenal; even without Pluto, they can try to outmaneuver Macado.
As for the time with the Lord of Humanity? That was when he wanted both and messed things up.
It's not as reliable as Hades.