The fact that He is there and full of malice is enough to make all challengers feel a pressure from deep within.
Machado rubbed his shoulders, his brain was still aching from the impact of the god.
The Emperor walked in the room with some boredom, his eyes circulating among the empty training chambers.
So, the palmer raised his head again. This time, his will changed the angle in the void, preparing to spy on Prince Joy's attitude and offensive towards this place.
[I originally planned to make No. 1 the secret keeper and general of the empire, a guard who would wield a sword to death for me, while No. 2 would become the second you, Machado.]
For the real universe, the gods of subspace are the most terrifying plague, and even a small amount of it is enough to make even the most seasoned survivor unforgettable.
Paranoia, isolation, wildness and stubborn arrogance are gifts given by the power of the warp, and they cling to the soul of Primarch One like maggots to the bones.
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The emperor caressed the cold cabin. He looked at his failed daughter, with a different kind of relief in his eyes.
Those survivors were whispering in the corners of the royal court, unaware that Malcador's power made him clearly aware of every comment and slander he had received.
Malcador is already 6,500 years old, which is a proud qualification even among those who are immortal. Of course, many of his emotions and memories have slowly worn away with the passage of time.
He will become a disloyal business partner, a bad liar, and a ruthless crisis manager.
The status, power, arrogance and responsibility of being the leader of the empire are all worthless at this moment.
Power, the power of the evil god, is lingering around this primarch, and its intensity is so intense that even the humblest psyker can clearly feel it.
The Emperor was now dressed like a scientist. He was wearing a brand-new white protective suit that was a little too roomy. With a look of exhaustion and irritation on his face, he took off his gloves and threw them casually at his feet.
How he was formed, and how he cast an ominous shadow in the history of countless races, these are no longer important.
He is good at this.
He began to plan how to stop the loss in time and how to maximize the value of a failed product in a short period of time: even a ghost must serve the emperor's great cause and goals.
The Seal Bearer did not speak. After working with the Lord of Terra for a long time, he had a general understanding of the Emperor's character and nature.
There was always fear and hatred in their voices, because this seemingly dying old man had signed countless fatal decrees. Every time his lips opened, thousands of lives would flow from Terra.
disappeared from the land.
As he spoke, the emperor kept rubbing his fingers, and then he looked at the failed work, his second heir, and the color in his pupils was like a tyrant looking at a scapegoat.
Now, the oldest gods and the youngest gods in the warp are eyeing the unborn son of the Emperor at the same time, warning the Emperor to fulfill the terms of the original deal with them:
【Makado.】
To him, life is just fallen leaves in the forest. He will cherish the lushness and future development of the entire forest, but he will not hesitate to saw down any towering ancient tree.
Machado took back his consciousness. Even he must be careful in this environment.
As time went by, the Lord of Terra's eyes swayed back and forth between the two completed works. After thinking for a long time, he finally made a decision that was not too difficult.
If Tzeentch's corruption of this primarch has reached a point where the soul of the bearer does not dare to stare at it for too long, then Slaanesh's possessiveness towards the emperor's daughter can be explained by a
A more obvious and direct result is shown:
But for this reason, it would be too uneconomical to provoke a war with the Supreme Sky prematurely. He still needs time to build more troops and facilities, to complete his trump card, and to complete a huge gamble across the galaxy.
Malcador the Markbearer, perhaps the second most psychic person in the galaxy after the Emperor, stretched out his consciousness to see the mark left by the Prince of Joy on the Second Primarch.
Countless powerful civilizations have already been reduced to a fleeting cloud with his ridicule, and countless heroes have died because of his random thoughts. This person in charge of distortion and planning does not care about the past, the future, or even the future.
He doesn't care about victory, what he longs for is the same wailing that the heroes and mortals make when their fates are ups and downs.
[All repair actions for Experimental Subject No. 2 can be declared a failure, Macado.]
[But now, I miscalculated, and everything about No. 2 needs to be reset.]
This second primarch, its physiology has become an absolute female due to the distortion of the power of subspace.
The Emperor was silent. His second creation still belonged to him in the real universe, but in the highest heaven, the Prince of Joy was already laughing and holding her tightly. Only the sharp beak of the Lord of Change could tear her apart.
Break this control.
How can anyone who can look into the eyes of the four gods be a kind person?
The Lord of Terra narrowed his eyes and began to think about how to deal with this heir that he had abandoned early in a more cost-effective manner. Three equally sinful great minds were scheming with each other around this unborn life.
"My lord, this is a very risky plan."
At the same time, the person holding the seal continued his observation.
【Look here.】
Compared with her strong brother in another training cabin, she looks slender, pale and thin, and the excessive nutrients promote her development and growth. Machado can see the silvery white hair and the faint blue.
Colored pupils.
Makado bent down deeply.
He felt... fear for the first time in a long time.
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"Since he is unwilling to serve the Emperor, let him remain silent."
Even the cold gaze of the Emperor could not dispel the fog that the Prince of Joy had left here. The charming smiles and whispers had been deeply engraved into the second primarch's body. The distance between her and Slaanesh seemed to be only a kneel.
A carnival, or a true blasphemy.
The Lord of Terra, the Emperor, was frowning at this moment.
The power of the Lord of Change and the Prince of Joy surrounds this unborn child. Their whispers and temptations never stop, like sharp daggers, eroding her spirit and thoughts.
"They must be placed in a suitable environment, otherwise these unique forces will one day come back to bite them."
[We should weaken it and remove these unstable subspace factors, at least part of them. I don’t like to have such hidden dangers in my successful works.]
Although his will is still unshakable, rather than becoming an irreparable degenerate like some of his immortal peers, when he takes firm steps towards the goal in his heart, he will never care about the so-called
casualties and morality.
Malcador raised his head and just glanced at No. 2. He understood in an instant what was the reason that made the Emperor give up a Primarch with a promising future.
As one of the greatest spiritual masters in the physical universe, Markhand Malcador has gone one step further. He can clearly feel that the power belongs to Tzeentch and Slaanesh.
When he shows off his exquisite acting skills and becomes a tired father and confidant, he will never let his thoughts change due to these ridiculous emotions.
Macado walked slowly through the thin gravel path, his steps were slow and steady, he held the scepter tightly, buried his head under the worn hood, lowered his head, and looked at the road.
However, the Emperor did not want to fulfill it.
In the ocean of nothingness, the screams of the Lord of Changes have been echoed. The palm printr saw the blue light continuously appearing in the distant sky, and the eagle full of fangs and sharp feathers became
They pounced on the sleeping Primarch in droves, and were instantly reduced to ashes by the Emperor's cold light.
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[I gave it the ability to explore and collect the unknown, gave it talents related to spiritual energy and governance, and gave it powers that are even more terrifying.]
In the highest sky, the youngest god: Slaanesh's aura also surrounds the Emperor's eyes unscrupulously. It is a clear provocation, declaration and advice. In this way, the Prince of Joy is telling the Lord of Terra that He is here.
Which one is desired in the market transaction.
But when he really saw the [thing] in the cabin that could not be described in words.
"Yes, everything, his heirs and family must remain silent. Do you still need me to teach you personally?"
He opened the door and walked in, and the whispers of gods and demons came to him.
In the transaction on Moro Star, he gained enough power to create twenty of the most powerful assistants. Although he knew that not every one of them would succeed, the failure did come too quickly.
[There is no need to eliminate them all, just weaken them. I believe in their will, and I will input loyalty and obedience into the genes of these creatures until the day I no longer need them. 】
Of the twenty genetic heirs, half of them will return to the highest heaven, to the subspace, and to the four gods of chaos.
The bearer of the empire, people always use this title to refer to him.
The failed Primarch No. 2 was not alone, because Primarch No. 1 had been completed long before it. It was a powerful, heroic and perfect creation, and any existence was eclipsed by its contrast.
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The waves of the warp rise with the will of the Lord of Change, and from the deepest void to the dome of sacred Terra, Tzeentch's will is everywhere.
But he never cared about all this, especially when the supreme voice called him.
Now, He was clearly focused on the Emperor's plans, plotting evil plots in a long line of laughter, and He was not the only one doing the same.
Then, he was knocked unconscious.
[It should have been more worthy of my trust and trust, becoming the most greedy and hypocritical assistant to calm the roar and wildness of these twisted monsters I created. 】
[And didn’t we just get a ready-made place to deal with these evil thoughts? 】
After a long time, his eyes stared at the breeding warehouse marked with the [II] mark but he still moved away. The emperor finally shook his head, with only regret and anger at losing a precious creation in his voice.
At the end of the road, there was a bunker buried under the rocks. Soldiers in golden armor stood on both sides, looking intently.
The Emperor was still busy, his thoughts running at the speed of a meteor. Countless plans and plans were brought up by him in an instant, but then abandoned in the blink of an eye. Malcador caught a glimpse of a few words in them, and felt his whole body was cold.
The words are questioning his remaining conscience and morality.
[I must think about how to make up for my losses. The problem of Individual No. 2 cannot be solved by any current means. It is already difficult for it to achieve the goal I set. 】
The Emperor began to think again, his thoughts as cold as a hibernating snake.
Although compared with the three ancient gods, the one who emerged from the great destruction of the Eldar is still too young and weak, but no one doubts that the master of pleasure and all extreme emotions will become the supreme and unshakable one.
As a part of the world, He is unscrupulously stealing power from all things in the world, allowing the Silver Palace of joy to expand day by day.
The old voice contained dissatisfaction with incompetence and weakness.
If there is any being in the High Sky that all challengers are least willing to face, it is undoubtedly Tzeentch: the Lord of Change, the Master of the Crystal Maze, and the Chief Architect of all the twists and turns of fate in the world.
"Emperor...my lord."
In front of him were two huge special cultivation warehouses that could not be understood by mortal minds. The tall figure of the Lord of Terra was clearly reflected on them, vaguely covering the products inside.
The Emperor knocked on Primarch One's cabin, and through a psychic lens they could see that this nearly perfect creation actually had its own problems.
He awakened his most trusted tool.
"The most important thing is, how do we deal with these subspace components that have been removed?"
But from another perspective, in the ocean of spiritual energy and spirit, the palmer saw an extremely terrifying, indescribable, boundless behemoth.
The ruler of Terra, the emperor of mankind, and the lord of Malcador, he has never been a good person or a gentleman in the popular sense. Countless years have long washed away almost all the emotions he had as a mortal.