Chapter 836 My choice is. ． ． ring the death knell
When someone is deceived by their appearance, they will reveal their true nature, gently clinging to the ear and whispering, "Life is the currency of the Emperor, so we must work hard to mint coins for the Emperor."
In the eyes of Kaiser White Fang, having an affair with a man and a woman is not a big deal. He has seen more dirty and outrageous situations. Compared with those, these demons who have lived for thousands of years can be said to be harmless to humans and animals by squeezing a few mortals.
If according to Lin Fan's words, this is friendship deteriorating, and the big cart crushes the small horse.
In battle, they also like to execute those Chaos cultists and aliens in the name of the Emperor.
This is a very strange experience. Kaiser White Fang cannot accept that this group of Slaanesh demons use Chaos cultists as carving materials. Those people did betray the Empire, but Kaiser White Fang felt that their fate could only be judged by the Emperor, not this group of well-disguised Slaanesh demons.
It is precisely because of Kaiser White Fang's warning and opposition that these demons reluctantly chose the Khorne demons as their targets of execution.
They did a good job, even better than torturing a mortal. Perhaps only the Emperor and their masters know how many years these demons have been fighting each other in the warp.
Sometimes, in the precious moments when the war stopped, Kaiser White Fang would think about a question. These demons said that every time they called out to the Emperor, they could feel the Emperor's gaze. If what they said was true, then what would the Emperor think of them when he looked at them?
"These little guys are elite soldiers. I tell you, they have killed more Khorne demons together than any other imperial army."
"Yes."
"Their leader is also a Pale Stalker selected by me. She has presented me with many heads of bloodthirsty demons as gifts."
"Yes."
"I made up their slogans. Isn't it interesting? The compassionate Emperor Mother gave me a bolter machine gun to clean up the world."
"Yes."
"You are really boring." Slaanesh saw that the God Emperor was still indifferent, and his interest was low. "I'm going to tease Khorne."
"Yes."
Slaanesh left with a grumble. The God Emperor sat firmly on the throne, staring at the ever-changing Demon Realm.
Fate has changed greatly. The legion that should have betrayed remained loyal; the world that should have been baptized by the war first remained calm. The 13th Black Crusade has rushed in a direction that Abaddon cannot control. He tried to control the situation. Maybe he didn't know until the end that everything he did was in vain.
The fate of an individual is so insignificant in the face of the vast universe. Even if he has stood at the top of a planet and become the leader of a war group, he cannot extract himself from the tangled web of fate and maintain an objective and sober attitude.
Just like the assembly of the Imperial Navy, in order to piece together a huge fleet that can resist the Chaos Fleet, the Empire has spent hundreds or even thousands of years preparing.
By screening the millions of planets clearly archived in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, we have learned how many worlds in the Empire can build warships that meet the Imperial standards.
These warships have not been at peace during the long production process, with alien invasions, Chaos rebellions, and internal strife in the Empire.
Various emergencies have caused some warships to sink hastily before they can leave the factory, or be sucked into the subspace and become part of a huge wreck.
Under the order of the Empire, the warships that have successfully left the factory are distributed in the vast and dark universe, and the density is even much smaller than sprinkling a pinch of white sugar on porridge. These warships were urgently transferred by the Empire. During the voyage, due to design errors and material loss in some places. Or a few unlucky people in the ship's crew lost control of their psychic powers and directly put demons into the ship, and this part of the warships will be out of the control of the Imperial Navy forever.
The warships stationed in the Cadia sector are just a small microcosm of this huge change. Under the shadow of its warships, there are more numerous and more complicated fates of the Astral Corps and Space Marines. Their arrival here means the stability of the Cadia defense zone, and also means that other worlds that have been drawn manpower and warships have lost some or all of their resistance.
Tzeentch stayed under the web of fate, and his sights were stretched out from every corner of the empire. Seize the fleeting opportunity to splash the turmoil on one planet after another.
The calmer Cadia is, it means that other planets are suffering for him. Fate compensates for the lack of surplus like water, in order to be evenly distributed in the universe.
The Emperor guided Yarrick's fleet in the warp, keeping him at a safe distance from the Ork fleet that followed closely behind. He was competing with Tzeentch, and from time to time he raised huge waves beside the two fleets to affect the position of the fleets.
Tzeentch hopes that the Orc fleet will hit Cadia first, and the God Emperor hopes that the Orc fleet will suddenly appear from the center of the Black Legion.
High-level beings like the God Emperor and Tzeentch can drive countless individuals to gather together to form an unstoppable historical trend with their own will. Their actions and manifestations collide with each other in the open and in the dark, making the already unpredictable fate even more confusing.
Changes and plans are part of Tzeentch's power. No matter what he does, the God Emperor cannot interrupt Tzeentch's process of gathering power by relying on changes.
"So, what is your choice?"
Tzeentch's ethereal voice came, and it was impossible to hear what deep meaning he had.
The God-Emperor spoke half in answer and half inquiringly, "Aren't you afraid? The Eldar, Necrontyr, and humans will all gather into one force through the Battle of Cadia, and by then the Eye of Terror will be sewn together. You can no longer reach out and do evil in reality.”
Tzeentch smiled, seemingly not afraid of the future described by the God-Emperor, "We are sealed in the subspace, and you will also be sealed in the subspace and imprisoned in infinite reincarnation. Aren't you afraid?"
"One for four." After the God Emperor said it, he thought about it, and then changed his words, "Two for three, it's quite profitable."
"So this is your choice?"
The God-Emperor did not answer Tzeentch this time. He shifted his gaze to the forge world of Agrippina. The center of the planet that has been controlled by the Mechanicus for a long time has been contaminated by the power of subspace and has become a gateway from subspace to reality. A bridge.
The Daemons of Slaanesh and the Daemons of Khorne fought at the Bridge, fighting more wars than those fought in the center of the Earth and on the surface of the planet combined.
It won't be long before this planet will be shattered and disintegrated by the shock of the battle, and the heavy wail of planet destruction will further affect the structure of the Webway.
The God-Emperor thought for a while, and then rang a big bell.
"This is my choice."