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So what if it is?
Koz's voice rose at the end, "[You're not a member of the Unholy Cult, Flascco.]"
"I simply want to ask if the newly rich need any help?"
A smile crept across Frascaud's lips as the Dark Eldar glanced toward the Eldar gathering, his gaze pointed.
Koz laughed sarcastically, it seemed this half-baked son who had come to him wanted to climb the social ladder.
"He..." Koz said slowly, "He's been fighting the false emperor lately; it's none of your business."
"Then...the dullard..."
"What?" Koz asked. "You've also believed those nonsensical Eldar? Let me think, are you one of the Ascetics, who voluntarily shut down prayers to the dullards, or one of the Winners, who wants them to cooperate with you?"
Hades has awakened. In Comoros, a land of towering underworld structures, this is no small matter. Some of the Dark Eldar are terrified, fearing that the stolen power will be revoked, or that the rightful owner will come knocking.
Some of the Dark Eldar are stirring with ambition; now that Hades has awakened, they might try to win this god over.
The mainstream ideology of the Unclean Cult is to put Hades back into a deep sleep. Koz thinks this is wishful thinking, and the Dark Spirits probably think so too. So apart from torturing a few more soulless beings, they haven't taken any real action.
Frasco paused, the chains around the consul's waist rattling. "No, King of the Night, you misunderstand—we merely wish to see if we can do something... to seek His grace."
"He's just been busy lately," Koz said, turning his head. A painful roar from the arena floated up, and the Primarch took a sip of his drink.
"Its awakening is none of your business," Koz waved his hand. "It's already bogged down in the quagmire of the human empire—the songs and dances of the Comoros have resounded for ten thousand years, and they will continue to play for ten thousand years to come."
【but……】
Koz reached out and plucked a pearl from the shimmering white chain. The Eldar's eyes immediately lit up; new treasures from the Primarch were always the most irresistible to them.
Ten thousand years ago, the new nobles plucked bits and pieces from the power of the Slaanesh. The Emperor learned well how to drive these corrupt creatures mad, but unlike the Slaanesh, He did not covet the souls of the Dark Eldar.
No Dark Eldar can resist the power of the new elite, that sweet power and lust. Among the upper echelons, the new elite is even more welcomed, as their power can amplify the pleasure of power infinitely.
I understand what you mean; He will receive your sentiments.
Frascaud leaned closer greedily, already smelling that wonderful scent that made his blood vessels throb. So much so that when the Primarch roughly pulled her over and shoved the bead directly into his throat, he didn't utter a sound of displeasure.
Koz disgustedly wiped his blood-stained hands on Frasc's lapel. At this point, the governor no longer cared about etiquette. The Eldar, relying on their last shred of sanity, nodded apologetically to Koz, twitched back a few steps, and swarmed into their pile of slaves.
Screams and ecstasy rang out together.
The pearl necklace on Koz's hand grew back, the Primarch poured another cup, and calmly listened to the consul's merriment, the slaves' screams, and in the arena, the fallen angel's roar as he killed his best friend.
This is the city of sin, and with an extreme sense of wickedness, the emperor placed this pawn here.
Here, the Eldar torture other beings, and Conrad, driven by a sliver of a sense of judgment, tortures the Eldar, judging them—and they, in turn, derive pleasure and meaning from it, treating him as an honored guest.
He was left all alone, bored and helpless, watching the hellish scenes unfold.
As an extension of the Emperor's will, Koz took deep root in Comoros, participating in the establishment of the cult of the Underworld, the transformation of Comoros, and the intrigues between various conspiracies... pouring the Emperor's aphrodisiac into the rivers of Comoros and injecting it into the veins of every Dark Eldar.
Since the Dark Eldar succumbed to their desires, the Emperor treated them with His best desires, devoured them, and controlled them.
Those in high positions of power, who hold precious treasures and gold and silver, are all tainted with original sin.
Create a beautiful dreamland for them—until they awaken, when chaos descends and darkness engulfs the world.
During this time, Conrad was responsible for maintaining stability in Comoros, paralyzing the senses of the Dark Eldar, and... hunting down the Lions hiding in Comoros.
A thousand years ago, the Lion hid in the Webpath with the Tuchucha Engine, but Leon still did not give up the genetic technology that the Lord of Man had given him. So the Lion came to Comoros and tried in vain to restore the technology corrupted by Caliban using the technology of the Dark Eldar.
In vain.
Amid the commotion, Koz laughed. He was Macado's dog... but wasn't the lion also the dog of the master of mankind?
Maybe, but don't wait, I want to celebrate May Day! May Day! May Day!
Chapter 626 Dig One Against One
Hades scratched his head.
The sage Alina α3 opposite him immediately stared at him in shock, but Hades waved his hand, letting Alina α3 continue with her plan.
"This isn't your problem. You've planned it very well. Continue."
Hades said that he sat at his desk, propping his face up with one hand, listening to the sage talk about "how to dig graves scientifically and efficiently," while in his mind Old Ma had finally gone completely insane.
Like a lush, green mountain, it stood guard against the wind and sand for thousands of years, but the next time Hades saw it, he discovered that it was actually an active volcano.
Now, the volcano has finally erupted.
Hades could hardly deny that some of Makado's words were tempting: a proactive attack on Chaos, the extermination of Eldar... Makado became more inflammatory, and for Hades, who didn't understand the details of psionic power... he might be able to accept some of it.
Even though Hades didn't understand psionics, he would still consult with those who did.
All you need to do is run to a quiet, dark room on the Endurance, and then bang on the coffin lid like crazy, and the magical Aladdin, Old Morpheus, will appear.
"...Based on the observations of the Mountain-Entwining Ship, we can suppress our infiltration to alert level two—that is, the Dynasty's scarabs have begun to notice us."
Alina, the alpha3 sage, gestured animatedly on the holographic projection.
"Plan A: We will drive away the lower life forms on the planet's surface to attract these scarabs, then form groups of three and enter through different entrances..."
Based on numerous experiments, the alarm line for the Lesser Dynasty is four higher races, which will further stimulate the automaton souls of the undead.
Alina subconsciously glanced at Hades, who looked worried. Ohm Messiah above, this was much more exciting than her graduation defense.
...Slaanesh...Hades pondered, making various marks on the network map in his mind. Macado had given him a detailed map of the network near Comoros.
The first step is to introduce the Slaanesh into the Comoros, which requires a reduction in the Eldar population outside the Comoros.
Hades has already contacted Mortarion about this, and although Makado is somewhat reluctant, Death will personally intervene, using Aisha as a medium to curse the Eldar's rebirth.
Meanwhile, since all Eldar except the Dark Eldar rely on Soulstones produced by Aisha, Mortarion also promised to try to influence the Eldar's Soulstones.
As for the rest... Makado said he had a way to deal with the Eldar and told Hades not to worry about it.
Hades couldn't just stand by and do nothing, so he decisively sent Karas to "assist" Old Ma.
"Since the worlds under each dynasty are interconnected, we will first wrap the planet with an anti-psychic field on its outer side—this is to prevent the target world from detecting the outer psychic field. Yes, next we will wrap it with another layer of psychic field outside the anti-psychic field. This is to use psychic energy to cut off the signals of the space dead."
"To date, we have not found a way to physically cut off the signals from the dead in space."
"certainly,"
Alina (α3) retrieved a side view of a tomb.
"Inside the tomb, we will also use a similar method to destroy the tomb's boundary system. Through calculation, we will quantitatively deploy black and white bullets and knock down their warning points one by one."
"Once the host soul system detects the disappearance of the alert point, it will dispatch the first wave of scarabs to investigate between 3.26ns and 5.60ns. The arrival time varies depending on the route, but it will be at least 5.38 minutes. Plan A: We will quickly infiltrate; Plan B: We will continuously cause one alert point to lose contact, attracting..."
Hades randomly picked up a piece of paper, drew a few lines, and began to draw lines and dots on those lines.
Then it's time to destroy the net tunnels near Comoros. Macado is still climbing the ranks. He pointed out the weak points in the net tunnels in the most prosperous part of Comoros, and Hades just needs to destroy them.
Hades sighed subconsciously. Having a mole in Comoros really makes a difference; war is all about information asymmetry.
...This mole is a double-edged sword.
Hades raised his hand.
“I’m not talking about you. Well said. Please continue, sage.”
Hades, of course, wouldn't completely trust Makado. If that's really how it works, Hades would send someone to confirm it again.
As for how to break through the network's defenses, Hades paused, his hand holding the pen still.
He, and the Burner fragments burning fiercely at his waist... would make for quite a good explosive.
Hades' current massive size makes him unable to squeeze into the network channels, but he can find the corresponding network channel locations on the real plane and then drive the dark domain down like nails, using the network channels between the two planes as a medium to break through reality, network channels, and subspace one by one.
Then came the summoning of Slaanesh.
Hades tapped his pen; this step needed to be confirmed with Old Huang.
Moreover, if Slaanesh really came and descended upon Comoros, Hades simply drew a few severing lines on the paper.
Within the tributaries of the Webway near Comoros, they also had to set up a dark field to cut off psionic energy, preventing the arrival of chaos from completely destroying the Webway, or Old Yellow Head would strike him hard.
"...We can steal the key from the tomb of the tomb engineer and launch a thrilling intrusion. If successful, we will obtain the key."
...How did he actually start thinking about how to kill Slaanesh? Hades slowly raised his hand.
“Wait,” Hades said, “this time I’m asking you, Alina Sage (α3), what exactly is meant by ‘thrilling invasion’?”
"I added a note at the end of the document I sent you, stating that the adjective here refers to a success rate of less than 33.3%."
Hades paused for a moment, then said, "The success rate is a bit low."
"But I succeeded every time."
The wise man bowed.
“Each time,” she said solemnly, recalling the prayers and divinations she performed before each research session, “thank you for your blessing.”
The sage noticed the subtle expression on Hades's face. Ohm Messiah must be praising her courage. Thinking of this, the sage couldn't help but puff out her chest with pride.
"What's going on?" Hades wondered. "Why did I become a conservative after waking up?"
“I’ll keep this part,” Hades said. “The A5 alien lab will contact me at 2 a.m. tomorrow. I’ll see if I can improve our chances of winning a little.”
"Praise to you!"
Alina said cheerfully, "Shall I continue?"
“No,” Hades said, “I have something to attend to and need to leave first. I have reviewed your proposal, and it is very courageous and innovative, but I would like to add some replicability and… less tension and excitement.”
Alina α3 bowed deeply; her dopamine regulator hadn't been overloaded like this in a long time.
She watched Hades leave in a hurry, vowing to dig more graves, to dig better graves, to dig deeper graves, and to dig graves from point to area, so as not to live up to Hades' name and to promote the spirit of grave-digging scientific research.
Hades turned a corner in the long corridor and saw the Imperial Guards who had been waiting for him for a long time.
I rushed so hard but still missed it… I'm so frustrated… I'm never traveling with friends again… I'm probably better suited to slow-paced travel… rather than being dragged around like a special forces soldier, unable to leave on my own… I'm going to die…
They rested and slept in the taxi after they finished shopping, while I typed in the taxi...it's nauseating...
Oh... my legs...
Chapter 627 Interlude: Take Flight! Mortarion!
(The timeline is messy; going forward, it's possible that official history won't appear.)
(Warning: Protagonist is going crazy, extremely out of character)
What are they doing?
Sanguiles said he sat on the balcony of Terra Palace, his grey wings folded behind him.
The Primarch looked down at the open space below the balcony and saw a strangely dressed giant carrying a large insect net running wildly.
"—Old Mo! Old Mo!!!"
The distant call reached the Primarch's ears.
It looks like Mortalian's going to have a tough time today.
Angron, sitting opposite the archangel, couldn't hide his smile. [I think he won't be able to escape a manned flight today.]
Angron noticed that Saint Gilles' wings trembled slightly, and the Lord of the Red Sands immediately added the next sentence.
Don't worry, the angel... he only harms those he knows well enough.
Saint Gilles's lips twitched.
I retract my thought that I hadn't properly thanked him, and that I was preparing to establish a connection with the dead.
Anglong burst into another hearty laugh, his wrinkles winding like mountain roads; his face was already covered in wrinkles.
"Just watch," Anglon said. "At least I didn't expect—ha, Guilliman's here too?"
As if in response to his words, Hades' shout echoed from the distant garden.
"Your Majesty!!! Where is the giant moth?!"
The two Primarchs, who were sitting on the balcony enjoying tea, shifted their gaze and saw Robert Guilliman standing on the ground by the garden fountain, sword in hand. Vines were wrapped around Guilliman's sword, and a glimmer of psionic energy shimmered on it.
"Southeast," Guilliman said, echoing Hades's words, "...he's behind that hedge of trees."
"okay!"
Hades shouted cheerfully, rushing over with his special psionic jammer. It was woven with black stone threads, and the anti-phantom energy concentration was just right. It would confuse people without hurting their brains, and it could also force the original to reappear, even if it turned into mist and disappeared at the slightest provocation.