The Death Knell

The sun was shining brightly in the space, but the cold breath penetrated into the bones along every pore. When the emperor was silent, it seemed that the world was completely silent.

The sounds of the weapons of the soldiers and demons clashing around him faded away, the distorted sound of the subspace in the distance faded away, and the sound of my little cousin playing Little Apple on MP3 not too far away also faded away at the same time.

The silence seemed to lengthen time itself, and when the emperor spoke, the sounds from the outside came again, accompanied by golden words:

"You are very smart."

Deathstroke smiled and flicked the cigarette in his hand, blowing the mist far away and spinning in the air:

"Excuse me, your kingly way is very domineering. Everything humans own is your private property, so you can dispose of tools that are not useful at will. You choose to eliminate them."

"What you said is also true." There was nothing the Emperor could not admit. He showed a calm calmness: "The tools I made before have a certain probability of corruption and corruption. They are not perfect, and therefore They are not qualified. Banning and abandoning AI is only the first step. In the future, they will all be eliminated by history."

Su Ming curled his lips. The emperor said it easily, but when he thought that all other so-called tools were human beings, it was another matter.

"I'm different from you. Maybe I'm not as big as your family." The mercenary shrugged. As a mortal who secretly controls several different universes, he said this to a god who cannot control a single universe: "If my tool man If it's not easy to use, I will always find ways to upgrade them so that they can keep up with me, instead of abandoning them like old clogs and secretly planning to start a new one."

The emperor's face was as perfect as a sculpture, but there was no humanity in his eyes, only cold calculation:

"This is not the optimal solution for resource utilization, it's just the vulgar emotions of mortals that make you do it."

"Then why do you think people live? And why do they die?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow and flicked the ashes from his cigarette.

The perfect human god immediately answered the death knell without thinking:

"I give them life, and their lives will be used by me. Live for me, die for me, and I will be the Emperor."

"Tsk, you are not the first person I know who tries to use his own power to change mankind or create a new human being." Deathstroke shook his head and raised his hand to touch his nose: "Let me tell you something about singles. There are things outside the physical universe. As far as I know, there are human beings in any universe, and they are the kind of mortals you think are imperfect."

"You mean I'm wrong?"

The emperor turned his head and looked directly at the death knell with emotionless eyes. He was neither happy nor angry, but there was great pressure in his calmness.

Su Ming hooked the emperor's neck with his backhand, hung himself on him, and said with a smile:

"It is human beings who have made the universe and you and me, not you and me or a certain universe. This precious news is worth a nun, right? If your vision is limited to a single universe, you only see Those evil gods competing with you for water in the small pond, then your human race will come to an end due to internal friction, whether it is a new tool or an old tool."

Well, the Emperor already knew that he came from other universes. With his wisdom, he should have figured out when he saw Sepurk and the cosmic channel. This was the reason why he 'summoned' the three of them.

He doesn't know what's going on outside his own universe.

And this is the information gap. As long as there is an intelligence gap, Su Ming can trick everyone to death.

Then, before the Emperor thought of other ways to understand the external situation, that is, before this 'Death Knell's Exclusive Information' lost value, half-selling it, half-gifting it to him, along with some other information, achieved the greatest value.

He has a x-metal skull, which prevents the Emperor from using psychic powers to read his memories.

There must be a trap of the Laughing God in the nun's memory, because she is the 'human book' that was thrown out, a bait, just waiting for people to look through it.

And the memories in Deadpool’s brain? Whoever reads it goes crazy.

At the same time, because of the information, Deathstroke has changed from an alien human to a valuable human in the eyes of the Emperor, so that the king who has lost his humanity will not take action here, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

The 'Bulk Emperor' is not afraid of the original Emperor, at least not the one in front of him now.

If it were the era ten thousand years ago, Su Ming would never have said this to the emperor, because that was his heyday, and he had human nature, joy, anger, sorrow, and hope and ideals.

But now the Emperor only has cold calculation and spiritual power left to guard the nodes of the Webway. In other words, has he become a 'door god'?

Even so, he was still smart enough to see many things clearly. After Su Ming told him some specious words, he instantly thought of many things. After all, the existence of subspace is reality reflected in illusion.

"My Imperial Guards are perfect humans, and there is still time."

"Forbidden Army? I know that humans who have been purified with your genes have been purified since infancy. They are immune and do not master psychic powers. They are loyal dead soldiers cultivated by the most traditional means, rather than using gene seeds to write loyal soldiers. , but I see, the problem lies with them."

Su Ming probably guessed that the emperor's plan was nothing more than to wait for the natural demise of all the current 'tools', so as not to arouse the suspicion of the evil gods.

At the same time, waiting for the decline of technology also means the annihilation of fallen knowledge.

When the Chaos Evil Gods no longer have humans as their common enemy, the relationship between them will inevitably break out into a Chaos Civil War, and the final winner will be either Tzeentch or Nurgle.

When the time comes, the Emperor will command a perfect new race of humans, the Custodes, to emerge from some hidden recess in the Webway, rebuild the Imperium of Mankind, and rule the world once again.

He considered the perfect forbidden army to be the perfect new human being, with no possibility of being corrupted. In addition, in the new universe in the future, because AI is gone, psychic powers are gone, and everything is gone, what channels can the surviving evil gods use to seduce them? where are they?

Although it sounds like this plan is a little dark, and probably everyone in Wanjing will die, it is still a good way to hide the truth and make a comeback.

But there is a premise, that is, the Forbidden Army is really that perfect.

The Emperor was not a perfect man. Did he think he could create a perfect race with his own blood and spiritual power?

"What's the problem?" The emperor seemed to be interested, but it was more like babble.

Su Ming put his fingers into his mouth and whistled, indicating to Wade to act according to the plan. He put down his hand and shook his head:

"Because they are vulnerable."

"Received, let me screen to see if anyone can understand how handsome I am!" After hearing the secret signal, Deadpool took off his mask, and asked the nun to close his eyes, enlarge his head, and project it into the sky. go.

The next second, everyone on the battlefield, whether human or demon, vomited.

Su Ming pointed a finger at the sky. Facts speak louder than words:

"No one is perfect, Your Majesty. The reason why humans have infinite possibilities and futures is because of our imperfections. You use the concept of 'human' to become a god. Giving up imperfect humans is equivalent to digging up your own foundation. You The 'Death Star' is shining in the sky!"

The huge canopy-like head of Wade is shining in the sky. He is still winking and making faces. The cancerous and rotten skin falls off piece by piece, and is replaced by new skin that heals itself. The whole face seems to imply a wonderful cycle. .

People and demons alike vomited even more happily.

The Emperor breathed for the first time, his chest rising and falling slightly, looking down at the filth flowing from the mouth of the demon not far away and flowing to his feet.

He was silent for a long time, and finally sighed:

"Tell me your way."