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The ending remains the same.
The lion has vanished, as if it had disappeared into a deep forest; the phoenix's aura has long since dissipated; ... perhaps it is time for Dorn to come; the eagle and the wolf battle in the chaotic river of cunning schemes;
Dorne remains asleep… What displeases the Primarch is that a faint green psionic aura still lingers around Dorne… Mortarion’s mistake still exists… The Primarch merely rejected death, but did not bring about new life…
The Lord of Mankind was silent for a moment. Death should not have snatched the Primarch's life from his grasp—Dorn could have returned to the Emperor, instead of remaining imprisoned in his body.
But clearly, Dorn himself refused to die... It didn't matter.
Bats... Although Macardo saddened the Lord of Humanity, he hoped that Macardo could properly educate the bats. In fact, he never regretted his decision.
The next one was an archangel. The Emperor was silent for a moment. He carefully withdrew his psionic summoning. Sometimes, the similarity of psionic powers between father and son was not a good thing... This was an existence that was specifically targeting him. Therefore, the Emperor also gave up on Angron.
Guilliman, Mortarion, and Corax rejected the Emperor's psionic call, and Mortarion gave him the middle finger.
The Lord of Mankind naturally ignored the Lord of Paleness. He also sensed the Blood God's gaze cast towards Terra for a moment, and the Emperor casually ignited Khorne's gaze.
The Blood Lord withdrew his gaze.
Luo Jia remains asleep, while Vulcan has his own mission in the Net Path... The unloved youngest son is immersed in lies, both true and false, and the Lord of Humanity feels a moment of emptiness. After breaking free from the shackles of divinity, he will feel sorrow from time to time.
He once again looked in vain toward Macado's location. The Lord of Man saw the burning alien starry sky. In his delirious state, the Emperor seized the opportunity to usurp the throne and steal the heroic soul that originally belonged to him.
The Lord of Mankind felt sorrow, for his last friend had also chosen to depart... But it did not matter, for the Emperor gazed upon his own river... where the moon, once resting, lay slumbering in quiet stillness.
Although chaos once shrouded it, his wolf god.
He still managed to save his sixteenth son.
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【Motalian】
Mortarian gazed calmly at the simple line drawing on the wall of the coffin.
The ugly blanket inside the black coffin remained the source of his suffering, and the original's private coffin was destined to have been opened by someone, otherwise the words "Get up and work overtime, my good moth" and the stupid line drawing would not have appeared on the top wall of his coffin.
Motalian naturally ignored some of the strange homophones, which was much milder than Karas's insults.
The Primarch remained silent for a moment. Even though there was something inside the coffin that caused him pain, he was still unwilling to leave. This was an isolated island—it could seal everything off for him. If he opened this black coffin, endless suffering would begin.
This unusual event caused the Pale Lord to struggle for a moment. Finally, a sense of responsibility and immense resilience led him to reach out and slowly open the coffin a crack.
The Primarch was the first to receive death, endless death. His senses immediately became full, and power climbed up from the corners of his extremities. He could not resist it.
Mortalian then received a faint death wish from Karas, which the Primarch ignored, and instead gave the Lord of Man a middle finger as if tapping him on the head with a cane.
A wisp of white mist seeped through the crack, and the black coffin closed, as if nothing had happened.
A minute later, Hades arrived and knocked three times on the empty coffin.
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【Koz】
Conrad, looking drunk, let out a burp, blood gushing from his mouth; the dark Eldar, soaked in the Emperor's medicine, were delicious enough.
[What's the next match?]
The Primarch, sprawled on the luxurious sofa, scratched his disheveled hair. Around him, countless writhing Dark Eldar made noises—some panting, some screaming—as they reveled in the flesh and blood of their own kind. A naked Dark Eldar, meanwhile, swayed to his feet and uttered a loud prophecy.
The screams of the other slaves drowned out her words. The commanders of the conspiracy were still quite prudent; they wouldn't actually take her life, but the other underlings might be a different story.
The Primarch glanced out the window at the arena, where newly captured Ark Eldar, Savage Eldar, and Imperial troops were fighting each other indiscriminately. The alien expedition launched by Macador had provided this sinful city with enough fresh slaves. The Emperor had deliberately left the Dark Eldar with objects to capture and enjoy, and the Dark Eldar loved this.
The emperor even promised to make the Dark Eldar the true rulers of the Eldar, so many Dark Eldar joined the frenzy of hunting down their own kind.
Comoros erupted in celebration.
"It's all the same!" Koz roared. "The—who knows how many—sinful killings begin! Begin! Let your souls fall into pure sin!"
Then face the final judgment!
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【Fugen】
The original organism has now adapted well.
He was now holding a cup of tea, talking to the boy across from him. The green-skinned man's questions were still rough, but they revealed surprising wisdom in certain details.
This made Fugen even hesitant to proceed rashly. The Primarch realized that the Greenskins of the Underworld Clan had some degree of atavism, but the Emperor clearly thought this atavism was nothing to worry about.
That's why He sent Blessed One—indifferent, ignored, and unable to change anything.
“The Blood God gains power through war and prefers close combat and battles of honor,” Mag Boy said. “So we need to be cunning and fight as unequally as possible, right?”
Fugen nodded, while the boy across from him, Mag, looked thoughtful.
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Leon
The lion raised his paw, and a raven cawed on his arm. The First Legion remained loyal. Luther was a brilliant schemer. A slight smile appeared on the lion king's face beneath his hood. He was pleased that the plan was going well.
He looked up, the Comorian drizzle dripping onto his face. The encirclement of the Comorians was tightening; clearly, the Emperor couldn't wait any longer. He needed to seize the lion before the Comorians were completely destroyed in order to obtain what he desired.
The emperor will never get his way.
We swear an oath of loyalty and honor.
He is here, he is here, and the emperor cannot reverse the fact of his defeat.
The raven's feathers disappeared, and the lion's face hardened again. He turned and returned to his sanctuary. It was almost finished; the genes that had been contaminated by Caliban would be restored once more.
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[Killiman]
I will regroup my army.
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【Macado? ￥#@￥%5 Emperor】
Conquest! Plunder! Invasion!
You will never be able to bear the slumber of other races! Their breath and heartbeat are the greatest mockery of you!
destroy!
Kingdoms crumble under your scepter, their kings are pinned to the guillotine, their people are chained like pigs! Pierce their gates with swords and spears, plant your banners on virgin lands—admit it! You revel in this simple coloring game, crudely painting your own pieces with your own colors, the blood of your enemies! You are a king, a tyrant, a dictator, above millions—you are the emperor.
You wave your scepter, and listen! The jewels on your scepter jingle, the trophies of foreign heads rustle at your waist, and standing on your land, millions of beheaded, kneeling corpses surrender power to you.
You feel an indescribable satisfaction, you were born for this—you were born to be a king, and if that being did not exist, you should have stood up to restore and save everything—but He failed, and it is not too late now!
Extreme violence brings submission, land, victory, and power. Behold—the king can freely paint his own territory, personally painting the foundation for humanity's revival! Let chaos submit, and let hope endure!
You feel joy when the true heroes of humanity bow down to you, but that satisfaction is fleeting. You know what you need: you need complete submission. You cannot be satisfied with this; you will never stop.
Those who are indecisive and always looking to the side will never agree with you!
The curtain of the physical world rustles, like a dangerous warning before it is torn apart. You feel yourself getting taller, more surging, more hazy, more generalized. A leaping pale golden river flows into the distance, with what appears to be polluted seven-colored light dancing on its surface. It seeps into the land of alien races, hunts their faith, and draws their blood.
At this moment, you have indeed forgotten too many worries.
One after another, world after world of the Eldar fell.
Let those who are holed up in Terra processing official documents entertain themselves!
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【Karas】
The Undead Karas took a deep breath.
His face showed deep exhaustion; Karas's expression clearly conveyed "I want to die," but Mortarian, standing beside him, once again rejected the request.
Karas coughed twice. Ten thousand years of accumulated experience were enough for him to roll his eyes and give the middle finger to anyone, not even the Primarch could earn him a shred of respect.
"I don't understand—"
Karas began his sentence in a strange tone.
"Why did you rush me back to the Storm Starfield? I hope you didn't do it on a whim, otherwise I—" Karas gave a mocking look, "—will still have to listen to you."
【…】
Death was silent for a moment, then Mortarian looked at Karas with hazy eyes and blinked.
Karas hoped the Primarch would show some remorse.
I want you to come with me to see the Void Dragon.
The Primarch said, "I'm thinking...we might be able to hand the Void Dragon over to him...but perhaps I should talk to him again..."
Mortarian was silent for a moment, then looked at Karas.
How exactly does the Star God eat?
Karas fell silent. For a moment, he felt he should shoot Mortarian in the face, but he held back.
"I do not know."
He said honestly, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"
【…】
The Primarch remained silent once again.
[A psionicist asked him how he ate.]
They both fell silent.
Then, Callas gave a cold laugh.
"So you're planning to wait for him to tell you himself? Or figure something out yourself—I don't think there's any need to worry. Didn't you see his schedule? After the Dark Moon, he's already prepared to go dig up the grave of a space necromancer with his handpicked grave-digging sage. I guarantee with my reputation that that idiot will definitely have an epiphany in front of the space necromancer's grave."
The Primarch silently gazed at Karas.
Why are you so sure?
Callas clapped his hands,
“Intuition and experience,” he said calmly. “In Death Guard’s records, didn’t you notice that every time he encountered a space necromancer, he would inexplicably discover the less human aspects of himself?”
“That show-off guy,” Karas said, “if he’s fighting a physical enemy… he’s bound to use his Astral side.”
You're right.
Death said that he had brought up Karas, who sat skillfully in Death's hand like an ornament. Then mist rose and they descended into the underground caverns of Milton.
Death glanced at Karas. "So... you reviewed his entire past?"
"Just bored."
Karas ended the nauseating topic and looked up at the shimmering, moving maze. Karas's intuition saved him; the psionicist blindfolded him with psionic energy.
The labyrinth where the dragon is imprisoned is insane and absurd. Rules no longer exist; there are no clear boundaries between straight lines and curves; angles are tearing each other apart; everything has become chaotic.
“Sometimes I really don’t understand,” he said, “how bored you were back then to go to all that trouble to move the Void Dragon here?”
"This is a necessary precaution," Death said. "Perhaps I could have chosen not to, but if it's not him who returns... then this is absolutely necessary."
"I am not the lord of mankind, I am not as arrogant as he is," Mortarian said, watching the living metal move. "I avoid taking desperate gambles as much as possible, I don't completely trust others as much as possible... It's painful, but it's necessary."
Callas laughed out loud.
"My God, is this what you mean by 'not completely trusting others'?"
Mortarian was silent for a moment,
You're different; I'm certain of your loyalty.
“I have been disloyal,” Karas said. “Let me go back, or I will die.”
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Quack! Mid-term exams and finals, three subjects in three days! I fell asleep while reviewing today! I can't finish writing today! Red bean paste! That's all for tonight...
Here are some short jokes I've collected. I didn't know where to put them, so I just included them in my leave request: