Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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"You want to revitalize the human race?"

Huron gritted his teeth and said that he was certain he was no match for his opponent, completely outmatched, and that his opponent was testing him to ensure he would obediently follow their lead.

But what's even more infuriating is that just a few words... a bigger platform... into Terra... This almost struck Huron to the core. He had been working tirelessly for decades, all for these things...

“If that’s the case, then Rutef Huron is willing to follow Hades.”

Huron took a deep breath and knelt down in respect.

"The premise is that I cannot cross the line of humanity?"

Hades laughed.

He just likes talking to smart people.

“Bouz,” Hades said, a sly smile playing on his lips, “tell the Sages of Faos to lay down their weapons—they no longer need to swarm around the Claw of the Stars.”

Hades stood up, went over and helped Huron up.

"No need to kneel,"

Hades said quietly, "Welcome. And get ready to work overtime."

5k, great, that's it!

Chapter 605 "Nirvana"

William straightened his clothes, the bloodstains beside his boots slowly seeping out, the messenger's corpse gradually growing cold.

According to the Director General of the Interior, William should never have killed the psionicist who came to deliver the message; he should have sat down and talked to him—in order to buy as much time as possible.

But why would William do that?

Next, we welcome the psionicists who have come to fight. The good news is that other forces will also get involved: merchant fleets that will take advantage of the chaos to destroy tax guarantee certificates, the Astral Army that will steal power seals, and the Assassin's Court that will destroy the guilt of the guilty... As the largest administrative body of the Empire, the Ministry of the Interior has plenty of good stuff.

William stepped into the long corridor, which had floor-to-ceiling viewing windows on both sides. He saw hundreds of millions of people buried in their books, living a mundane life, which reminded him of an anthill.

This world is far more insane than we imagine; we are nothing more than ants scavenging at the ashes.

Humanity as we know it today is nothing more than a corpse, a remnant of evolution.

Humanity today has no chance of achieving true salvation.

Without Iron Man, without AI, and without genetically modified superhumans, the current empire cannot even manage itself.

But Iron Man was destined to betray him, which is why he hesitated to place his bet on Iron Man while on the Golden Throne.

Even someone who truly lived through that era is but a grain of sand in the vast expanse of time.

The Lord of Humanity is neither omniscient nor omnipotent, nor is he a benevolent savior of his people. He witnessed the collapse of humanity's great edifice and the end of the Golden Age, but what has he done?

But only after everything had burned out and all the great powers had vanished did he stand up again, using a corner of that magnificent era to comfort humanity.

absurd.

Utterly absurd.

Humanity today is nothing but a flawed construct; on its own, the human race cannot sustain an empire—everything is slowly declining, inevitably sliding towards its end.

An alarm sounded through William's communicator: the Assassin's Court had infiltrated, those Space Marines cowering under the protection of mortal politics... William just happened to place the Imperial fists that came to inquire about the situation on their path forward.

It just so happens that the Imperial Fist who led the team had some conflict with these distinguished guests from the Assassin Court.

And the place where they fought happened to be near the weighing pillar of this magnificent building.

Meanwhile, the sage in charge of managing the building was just beginning to pack his belongings, preparing to escape before the chaos of battle.

The placement of each snowflake prepares for a massive avalanche.

The Ministry of the Interior, the biggest lie in this empire.

Human beings alone simply cannot support the administrative affairs of an entire vast empire.

In this increasingly chaotic system, the Lord of Mankind must introduce something more powerful. Since he is blinded by his past experiences and unwilling to use the Iron Man, then why not try an immortal and great psionic? A Primarch with absolute rationality?

Useless.

It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

A single individual can never fight against information from the entire galaxy.

William sighed softly, a blue light flashing in his eyes. The Imperial Guard had finally moved, but his "friends" in the warp had stopped them.

After all, He is the being that can drive "it".

He has that possibility.

That's tempting enough.

He recalled that play from years ago, where the blue giant slowly collapsed before endless, chaotic malice.

Under public criticism, the blasphemous creation revealed itself. The Primarch, who had never seen such a being before, was enraged. This Primarch, who had always followed the rules and lived in his ideal world, finally awoke.

Was He pleased? He was overjoyed.

Faced with a Primarch who resembled Him in the past, how could He not sigh? How could He not be reluctant to offer guidance? It's just a pity that Robert Guilliman fled far away and ignored the olive branch He extended.

He merely gave them a push, a small reminder.

Even without that incident, Guilliman would eventually have lost control. No mind can remain rational in the face of the erosion of time and political affairs. The Primarch himself had already begun to become dull... He had become arrogant... He had become impatient... He had lost his judgment of Mortalian...

He simply brought it all forward a little bit.

He was just giving them a heads-up.

He simply wanted fireworks to burst into bloom simultaneously, and cannons to boom in layers, celebrating that an empire had finally revealed its ugly side.

It's just about letting everything collapse a little faster... just reaching that critical point, neither completely destroyed afterward nor dragging out the empire's death long enough.

The emperor should have realized long ago that the country he had established was nothing but empty talk.

+You and I both know,+

All of this is just an empire built on a single point. Where is there a top-heavy dynasty that still lasts?

William went to the broadcasting room, had his genetic credentials checked by the guards, and after the verification was approved, William went inside.

He slowly raised his eyes and flicked the microphone in front of him, which was not yet turned on. This microphone would allow his voice to reach the ears of every civil official and clerk.

This is destined to be a dream.

But you are reluctant to wake up.

The administrative miracles built up by ordinary mortals are nothing more than a fleeting moment under a crude solution. Without the introduction of psionic energy and AI, what kind of vain dream is the Lord of Humanity having?

Does he really expect a bunch of mortals to handle the administrative affairs of an entire territory? Simply increasing numbers won't solve anything; the problem is that things are delayed, slowly forming an even larger monster.

It's time to wake up, my friend.

But He merely brought all of this to a conscious awakening.

"Ministry of the Interior Supreme Directive, 05765789.h,"

Everyone still in their offices, look up—one, two… a billion, a hundred billion…

Golden flames ignited, carrying boundless rage and bewilderment—the Lord of Mankind had awakened too late. This was not the Lord of Mankind's fault, but rather His behavior had been too ambiguous and unclear—politics is always like this; it is never as clearly defined as the law.

He also believed he could persuade Makado.

Flames similar to golden flames ignited together; this was His territory, where He had been rooted for ten thousand years, and in this respect, He could not defeat Him.

The emperor chuckled softly.

"Now destroy all the documents and files in your possession, pick up your weapons and kill everyone who enters the Ministry of the Interior. If you cannot continue fighting, commit suicide immediately."

A silence.

boom--

A muffled crash echoed as the load-bearing column collapsed.

Those who serve the Ministry of the Interior are absolutely servile. This is the result of thousands of years of training, the rule that allows the Ministry of the Interior to barely function, and the price that the Lord of Humanity had to pay when he tried to establish the Ministry of the Interior.

Now, this price is coming back on him.

The flames ignited, but they did not belong to the gods; mortals lit the fire of ignorance, and all writings burned.

Macardo laughed, he laughed heartily, he clapped his hands, and sang a dirge for the giant who had tormented him for ten thousand years.

Laughter echoed within the palace. Here, there was only Him, and only Him. The tyrant trusted no one, and the Primarch was nothing more than a clown who would make mistakes. The real drama had to be performed by Himself.

Now, He must compromise with Him.

He can now use "it" to his heart's content.

There was still a tacit understanding between them; the emperor knew what the emperor wanted, but he dared not speak out against it.

Macado laughed so hard he almost fell over. Beneath the luxurious silks, a bright blue mark was wrapped around his right arm, burning with pain. He certainly remembered the promise and vow he had made. His right hand, hidden beneath his sleeve, curled up like a bird's claw.

The ever-changing Lord, who had dealt with the emperor too many times, also became cautious; He needed Him to make a pact.

Whatever—whatever!!!

But it's just a game of chess! He can make his own moves!

Makado knows exactly what he's going to do!

Without the help of the Lord of All Changes, the Emperor alone would be out of his depth trying to deceive the Lord of Humanity.

But now—He has won this round!

As for the desolate future that people see after they awaken... He doesn't care.

He simply wanted to accomplish his own plan.

This decaying empire had no reason to exist!

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【Faos】

"Force?"

Hades asked, glancing hesitantly back at Kirkland before turning back to look at the Imperial Guard squad guarding the Nirvana Main Logic Center.

Why are you here?

The leader of the Imperial Guard stepped forward and nodded to Hades.

"Our Lord desires that we take good care of the Nirvana system."

This surprised Hades, as the Nirvana System was originally a system he created in his attempt to physically integrate and reshape his personality.

...But to be honest...this was actually a weak AI system that Hades secretly created in private.

In the Warhammer universe, AI has many names, such as Abomination Intelligence, "Higher Contemplatives," and... that taboo word—

Iron Man.

In fact, humanity did have a period of great prosperity, but that was a very, very long time ago... long before the undead had fallen asleep, the Eldar were still thriving, and the Slaanesh had not yet awakened.

At that time, a more advanced form of humanity suddenly appeared among the humans still living on Terra. They were more intelligent and powerful, and were called the "Golden People".

Legend has it that the emperor was once a member of the Jurchen people.

The Golden Men are the leaders of humanity. In order to help humanity develop better, the Golden Men created the Stone Men, which are powerful artificial beings loyal to humanity, to help humanity expand its territory in the galaxy.

Living up to the expectations of the Goldlings, the Stone Golems began colonizing planets beyond Terra and helped humans establish settlements there.

In order to better unleash productive forces, the stone men created the iron men.

That is, the AI ​​in the Warhammer world.

With the help of the Stone Men and Iron Men, the human race once reached its zenith, a true golden age where everyone was pure and powerful, and the human race was only one step away from true nirvana.

But what followed was—

Iron Man Rebellion.

It was this massive war that plunged humanity into the abyss.

The scale of the war far exceeded the great rebellion described in the original work.

It is said that the two sides in the war even used weapons that could destroy stars with a single strike—and the ethereal domain opposite the destroyed planet would also be destroyed, leaving a huge void in the warp.

The flames of rebellion raged, the Golden Men vanished from that period, and the Stone Men and Iron Men were sealed away. Humanity returned to the ignorant Middle Ages, until the Slaanesh's shriek dispersed the warp storms, and until the Lord of Man pointed his sword at the galaxy.