The first thousand one hundred and seventy chapters of Macado's Interpretation
In the subspace, the painting style changed.
Under the guidance of Malcador, Ryan and Sulia came to a mysterious and weird place, where there was darkness everywhere, leaving only pots of flames, dim green lighting, and a chaotic eight-pointed star.
In the middle of the chaotic eight-pointed star is a circle, and inside the circle is a five-pointed star. In the middle of the five-pointed star is a large anvil with a hammer placed on it. Around the chaotic eight-pointed star are twenty cylinders.
All the light around the column was swallowed up by it. No matter how Ryan tried to see the column clearly, he could only see a vague shape and dim black smoke, covering everything.
The phantom of Malcador, the magic pattern, walked at the front: "Follow me, child, and Sulia, we still need a few minutes."
"Where is this place?" Ryan had just been resurrected, and the original body was being supported by Sulia. He coughed slightly.
Ryan was extremely glad that he had vaguely seen the scene of him and Sulia fighting in the previous prophecy. Although he did not understand what happened, he decisively divided his immortal power and the highest level spiritual pattern between
Sulia, otherwise Sulia would never be able to survive the long-distance call from Sanguinius.
Even so, the Primarch was still ashamed and angry at his behavior. He had just been resurrected and looked so weak that he needed Surya's help to walk.
"Ryan, are you okay?" Sulia supported her husband. The female knight could feel that the power infused from the twelve original bodies was fading, and most of the power of the original bodies had been used to deal with the corrupted Ryan.
, but a considerable part of it still remained in Sulia's body, waiting for her to be digested.
At her peak, Sulia's strength once reached the level of a demigod. Now that her strength has faded, her decline in strength has made her feel very painful. However, in the subspace, the power of the original bodies has permanently changed Sulia.
After experiencing the power of demigods, Sulia already has the possibility to advance to demigods.
Of course, the most powerful one is the sword, the Angel Alliance.
"I really want something to happen. I really wish I could just die." Ryan complained: "I'm so sorry for letting you see my embarrassing appearance. Sulia, why don't you kill me? From now on, you will be the female primal."
Well, if my experience were a novel, I think it’s your turn to be the protagonist.”
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Sulia was unhappy, and the female knight immediately criticized: "I and everyone finally rescued you with great difficulty, and you are like this?"
"..." Ryan recalled his embarrassing appearance again. He raised his hand to Sulia and admitted his mistake: "Madam, thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have been unable to withstand it this time. It was you who saved me.
"
"It's not strange, kid." At this moment, Malcador, who was walking in front, spoke. There was a very uncomfortable sarcastic tone in the words of the master of the seal: "This road is the same as when we dealt with Horu."
It’s exactly the same as before.”
"..." Ryan was silent.
"Horus, Warmaster? Wolf Shepherd?" Sulia was interested.
"Yes, Horus's willpower and strength were several levels higher than Ryan's. He had almost reached the peak of the demigod level." The palm-bearer sneered: "It's exactly the same. The four gods of chaos wanted to seduce him.
Horus fell and set up the exact same trap this time. Then he tricked Horus into Dawen, first wounded him and fell into coma, and then
Later, Tzeentch personally took action and changed his mind. Did Horus not understand the dangers of Chaos? No, he knew it too well. He knew it better than you. Didn't Horus resist? But that was Tzeentch, Horus
Si persisted for less than a fraction of your time. He knew clearly that the illusion was false and knew that the Four Gods of Chaos were tempting him to fall, but he still fell."
"Why?" Ryan asked.
"I said it, because that is Tzeentch. Tzeentch can easily reverse the will of mortals. This will does not depend on whether you accept the fall." Malcador turned around: "Tzeentch only needs a little flaw.
Well, for Horus, it is a little bit of dissatisfaction with the Emperor and I, the Demon Pattern Malcador, for sharing power, but for you, it is a little bit of arrogance towards one's own will and distrust of oneself deep in the soul.
Positioned doubt.”
"Arrogance and suspicion?" Ryan said with a wry smile: "Yes, you are right."
"I would rather you call me 'Father'." Malcador showed a scary smile: "No original body can withstand Tzeentch's personal action. Therefore, after I created you, I have
Anticipating this situation, both you and Horus have the ability to threaten the existence of the Four Gods of Chaos, and they will definitely take action personally."
"So I prepared my backup plan in advance, and when faced with this moment, I will appear." Makado smiled and motioned for Ryan and Sulia to come in: "We are here."
A door was opened, and inside was a very, very simple station platform. All the furnishings were just the most basic platform lounge furnishings. The lounge was filled with identical black robes, and only a luxurious wine cabinet was filled.
All the fine wines that have been preserved since the beginning of human history.
"Welcome to platform nine and three-quarters." Makado motioned for Ryan and Sulia to sit down. The master asked Sulia to sit in the platform lounge. He skillfully took out a bottle of champagne: "Can you see
When I grow up, I'm happy, really happy."
"Father...what riddles are you trying to tell me?" Ryan and Sulia took the champagne. The original Gray Knight was still very weak at this time. He leaned on the armchair and found that everything had become very simple. Everything seemed
It’s all an illusion: “Where is this place?”
Malcador did not answer Ryan's question. The palmer turned to Sulia and said: "I am ready. If I can save Ryan, I will save him. If he can no longer be saved, then I will kill him."
he!"
"!" Ryan and Lidya Su's pupils widened.
"Now, this ending is very good." Malcador smiled with satisfaction and relief: "This is my last strength. I can learn about Devon Hill's birth at the end, and I can tell you something at the end. I
Very satisfied, Ryan, Lidya Su... So, where to start?"
"Father..." Ryan closed his eyes, leaned back on his chair, and took a long breath: "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to say sorry to me, child." Malcador shook his head: "I told you, that was Tzeentch. As long as any Primarch faces this kind of situation, no Primarch will be able to persist. You
I’ve held on long enough.”
"But am I not the original body of the Gray Knight?" Ryan frowned, and he seemed to be trying to be brave: "Am I not immune to corruption? Am I not able to transform the power of Chaos? I am not..."
"Who told you that you are born immune to all the corruption of chaos? Emperor?" Malcador snorted from his nostrils, and the wrinkled face of the palmer continued to laugh: "Who do you think you are? Emperor?"
Who is the Emperor? Does he deserve to be compared with the Four Gods of Chaos? Didn’t my mysticism teach you that mysteries will lose their effectiveness before higher levels of mysteries? Not to mention, the original body itself was created using the power of darkness.
.”
"What?!"
"When I brought you in, did you see the Chaos Eight-pointed Star and the twenty columns?" After Malcador finished laughing, he nodded slightly, with a loving expression on his face: "Those are the original bodies.
.”
"Before the Emperor revealed his true face, when mankind was still in the golden age, as an immortal, I was already aware of the crisis in the prosperous age." Malcador began to talk about the origin of the original body: "In
At that time, I realized that human civilization would never reach its peak.
Fading to the extreme, I formed the Order of the Sealbearers, also known as the Order of Sigillite (meaning the Sealbearers). This order is dedicated to incorporating the most powerful technology and the greatest creation of mankind, and
My magic mark is the symbol of the entire order."
After speaking, Malcador stretched out his hand, and an "I"-shaped magic pattern with a strict and horizontal bar in the middle appeared in the palm of the palm of the palm printr.
Ryan also stretched out his hand, and an identical magic pattern also appeared in the palm of the original body.
That's right, it's his own.
"Countless ancient technological creations, including the Apollo Spear and the Dionysus Spear, including the technology to create Thunder Warriors, Space Marines, and the Emperor's Imperial Army, including weapons and technology from countless glorious periods, are all preserved in the Sigilite Order." Ma.
Cardo continued: "Then the Age of Strife came, and before the Emperor revealed himself, the entire Sigilit Order was under my command, with the only goal of preserving the fire of civilization."
"Then the Emperor appeared and found us. He told us that humanity must unite or it will be destroyed. He conquered us with his blueprint, his wishes, his strength and wisdom. Therefore, our entire cultivation
The Order began to serve his goals. With the Emperor's joining, the Order used all the manpower and material resources accumulated over the past ten thousand years to begin to create the Primarch, and the Eternals gathered to serve the Emperor."
"But the process of creating the original body was not successful. Everyone realized that the original body was missing something. They had been produced in infancy, but they could only remain in infancy."
"He discovered the problem, so a transaction was inevitable. Accompanied by several immortals, he arrived at the planet Molech - the closest place to the realm of chaos, in Molech's Chaos
Within the Well, the wills of the Emperor and the Four Gods of Chaos met."
"A deal was reached during long negotiations. We provided technology and materials, and Chaos provided source matter and knowledge. The Emperor exchanged for enough knowledge and chaos power to create twenty Primarchs, and promised to create half of the Primarchs—
-Ten will be given to the four gods as a reward. With this transaction, the original body was finally created. However, he had no intention of paying the reward from the beginning."
Sulia understood, and the female knight lost her voice and said: "You mean...the Lord of Humanity deceived and fooled the Four Gods of Chaos?"
"Yes, only he has the ability to do this." Malcador nodded slightly, his face still full of ridicule: "But in the end the emperor paid the price for it."
Outside the lounge, a group of babies crawled past, and Ryan and Sulia couldn't help but look outside.
There are twenty-one Primarch babies, although two of them are faceless.
"You all know what happened next." Malcador continued: "In order to cover up this transaction and default, the Emperor distorted Molech's subspace coordinates, making it impossible for anyone to enter the real Molech.
, and at the same time wiped out all living things on the surface, but even so, the Four Gods of Chaos still found the location of the originals and swept away all the originals through a subspace storm."
"But long before that storm, during the war for the unification of Terra, from the beginning to the end, the Order of the Eternals gradually understood the Emperor's thoughts, his wishes, his blueprint, the Lord of Mankind's plan for all mankind
Arrangements and plans." Malcador smiled bitterly and shook his head: "As the unification process deepened, the Eternals became more and more disappointed with the Emperor. They quarreled with the Emperor and questioned the vision he had promised before.
That’s not the case.”
"The truth is very cold. He told the immortals that if they want humankind to survive, this must be the case. The quarrel had no result, so many people left, one after another, such as Petriff, such as Sulka, and one after another, eternal life
They left the Emperor, they refused to serve the Emperor any longer, and refused to pay for his so-called Galactic Empire of Mankind. In the end, when the Unification War came to an end, only I was left, and the Mark Malcador remained.
By his side, all the immortals except me have gone."
"Why did everyone choose to leave, and why did you stay? Lord foster father?" Sulia asked curiously.
"It is difficult for the immortals to accept the way the emperor is preparing to bring everything under order. For the immortals, lives with unlimited lifespan and the ability to be constantly resurrected should not be restricted in the first place. They need freedom." Malcador smiled:
"As for me, I don't pursue freedom. I am willing to degenerate into the emperor's slave. I am a waste, a trash, and a courageless person.
Ghost, I'm used to staying in the pigsty and carefully planning and hiding everything. I'm used to this way of life. I understand what a necessary evil is. I stayed and became the pillar of his bureaucracy. I understand chaos.
As strong as I was, I understood my own insignificance, and I began to become a cynic, thinking that anyone could sacrifice for the survival of mankind.”
Ryan frowned after hearing this.
What is a cynic?
The answer is simple. Although Malcador is an immortal, he knows too much. He knows how powerful the countless supreme beings have been since ancient times. He knows how powerful those ancient creations are. He knows that compared to
In terms of the universe, he is so small.
Other ignorant people all think that they are humans. Only Malcador knows that he is just the head dog, the emperor's dog. Everyone is a dog. The only difference is that some people know that they are dogs, and some people still think that they are dogs.
It's people.
However, Malcador is a smart dog. He is very smart and knows a lot. He is surrounded by ignorant people. This gives Malcador a special psychological advantage when facing the people around him, but
This is still very painful, and the bearer is so smart and understands so much. He knows that he is different from ordinary dogs.
So in the end, this kind of cleverness brought endless pain to Malcador.
Being a dog does not cause pain, only realizing that one is a dog causes pain.
So Macado became a master of satire, a master of yin and yang, and a maker of poisonous chicken soup. His greatest happiness was to ridicule, ridicule, spread negative energy, and make poisonous chicken soup. This was his only source of happiness. He was so smart.
Dogs laugh at other stupid dogs to gain a sense of superiority and happiness.
This is the palm-printer, and others cannot understand his happiness.
"I understand your pain, child. Every primarch will not willingly express to everyone that he is willing to be the emperor's dog, eh, except Russ." Malcador laughed: "It is precisely because
In this way, I like to mock the Primarchs the most, but I have never been prejudiced against Russ, because he is the only one who is willing to be a dog and is willing to bark."
Ryan: "…………"
Lidya Su: “…………”
"Cynicism made me a pathetic guy, but it also allowed me to avoid the corruption of Chaos. After all, the Four Gods of Chaos are really not interested in a guy who has publicly declared that he is willing to become someone else's vassal and dog." Malcador continued.
He smiled and said: "So is Ruth, but you are different, Ryan."
"Sorry, father." Ryan lowered his head. After all, the original body could not dwarf itself like Russ.
"That's it." Malcador chuckled: "If you are a small noble born and raised in Nord, or an elite trained by the Galactic Empire's College of Loyal Successors, or some Gray Knight who was brainwashed early
Neither new recruits nor the Emperor's Custodes will face this problem."
"However, the key point is that you are not. Your soul comes from another time and space, and you have received a standard education of freedom and dignity. To put it interestingly, you are a dignified person, a self-respecting person, and a person who is proud of himself.
Especially since you are still the original body, possessing endless possibilities and powerful power, but in this way, you are even less willing to think of yourself as a tool, a slave, or a dog on a chain."
"Yes." Ryan closed his eyes in pain. This was because he knew that Chaos was even more rubbish, knew that Tzeentch was disgusting him, and knew that this was just words, he still had the source of his own schizophrenia.
"It's not surprising. The immortals left one after another for this reason." Macado nodded slightly: "I like you to tell me the truth, child."
"Then, hurry up. I must tell you clearly everything you have doubts about before I disappear completely."