Warhammer 40k Chaos Tyrant

"Death is spreading, and the black ghosts are slowly occupying everyone's heart..."

"Old Ma, can you please shut up, I..." The Emperor looked at Malcador, who was standing in front of him and muttering non-stop, speechlessly.

Malcador likes to mutter non-stop when he is nervous, saying all kinds of philosophical words. This is an old problem for many years. He has been like this since I met him.

And it is precisely because of this that when creating this child of Khan, some more things were written into his genetic code.

"Haha... It seems that we have to say goodbye to each other in the end!" Malcador suddenly stretched out his hand and took off the hood he had been wearing on his head, and a relieved smile appeared on his old face.

The Emperor looked at Malcador with some strangeness: "Why do you seem so happy, as if you can't wait."

"There is indeed one thing. I have been working for thousands of years and finally I am going to retire. If it were you, would you be happy?"

Malcador had never felt so relaxed before. He couldn't help but think of the time when he was still the seal holder. Since then, he has never been as relaxed as today. He has been killing people all the time, planning all kinds of explosions and destruction, and then killing people and escaping. It has always been like this.

After becoming the chancellor of the empire, although he no longer has to kill people himself, he has to face documents like a vast ocean and various political matters that need to be carefully considered.

He also has to take time out to cultivate his genetic offspring for the Emperor...Damn it, he is a killer, not a nanny!

However, it doesn't matter anymore. He will retire in a short period of time at most. In the future, this huge empire and those bird things will have nothing to do with him.

"You old man, you want to throw everything on my head, right? I think you are just daydreaming..." The Emperor showed a smug smile on his face, but then his eyes suddenly darkened. He knew that Malcador was just comforting himself. This old friend couldn't let go of the "child" of the Empire that he had nurtured since childhood even more than he did... Maybe he really did something wrong, at least he really did something wrong in educating his children.

But then, the Emperor seemed to suddenly remember something and immediately began to shake his head. He would not do anything wrong, and he was not wrong. The only thing he did was that he was not ruthless enough and did not get rid of these gene offspring at the end of the Great Crusade. If he had been ruthless before and got rid of all these gene offspring, just like he got rid of those Thunder Warriors back then, then all this would probably not have happened... Maybe there would be a lot of mortals who were bewitched by Chaos and became rebels against the Empire.

But... that would definitely not be as serious as the cost of the rebellion of the Astartes Legion.

The two people who were chatting suddenly stopped talking. They looked at each other and saw deep helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Why don't we get rid of this dangerous guy? I always feel that he will not become the hope of mankind, but will lead mankind into the abyss... Although from the current prophecy, even if mankind really steps into the abyss, it will not really be extinct, but will survive like cockroaches and become stronger. But the sacrifice and cost are too great, I think it's not worth it." The Emperor's tone was full of helplessness. In fact, to be honest, he was already considering whether to give up Terra. Instead of fixing himself here and wasting time, it is better to simply give up this place. At most, there will be another Chaos Eye in the Milky Way, and the range of activities will be smaller.

Anyway, humans are not the only race in this Milky Way. Why should humans take on everything?

Those damned Necrontyr, Necrons, the technology they mastered can be comparable to that of humans in the Golden Age, but these damned guys never show up in public, but hide in dark corners.

As if sensing the Emperor's malice and his desire to give up, Malcador quickly said: "This is all within my plan, and it is also within your plan.

Guilliman and his huge fleet are very close to the solar system at this moment, but they are trapped in the warp. If they want to rescue them, they must tear a hole in the blocked warp. Only in this way can they unlock the blockade of the warp and let them be free. As long as they come, the siege of Terra will be lifted... With us watching, the warp storm he created will not cause too much damage. On the contrary, this time we still borrowed his favor."

"Haha, I hope so."

The two chatted for a while, and Malcador suddenly waved his scepter beside him. In an instant, the scepter in the distance quickly flew to his hand: "I should go out. If I don't show up, it is very likely that our actions will be useless. The huge subspace storm is enough to swallow up the entire Terra. We will become scattered dust in the subspace like our old friends."

At the same time, Chen Guo, who was fighting with the incarnation of Khorne, looked at the space crack that was getting bigger and bigger behind him in silence.

This space crack has become larger and bigger, and there is no tendency to heal at all. Countless rubble and even some imperial soldiers have been swallowed up by the huge suction from this growing crack.

This suction is not very strong, but if you are caught off guard, the probability of being sucked in is also very high, and the consequences of being sucked into the subspace for a mortal body can be imagined.

Moreover, at this moment, a subspace storm group that was constantly twisting and rotating was slowly taking shape... If it was possible to survive if it was just sucked into the subspace, then there was no possibility of survival if it was swept into the subspace.

"Why don't they take action? Do they really want to see this subspace storm group swallow up the entire Terra?"

Chen Guo always felt that they didn't want to take action, nor was there anyone blocking the Emperor and Malcador, but Malcador and the Emperor were deliberately waiting for this moment, which seemed to be part of their conspiracy.

"Hmm?"

As if to confirm his conjecture, a huge force suddenly blessed Chen Guo's body.

At the same time, the fire source that had been completely suppressed also directly broke through the last restriction set by Chen Guo, and the subspace storm behind him began to expand rapidly, and the space gap began to expand rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The huge suction force was so strong that even the gene warriors could not withstand it. Fortunately, Lu Yindor and his men hid quickly and left here early, otherwise they would have been mercilessly sucked into the subspace together with the biochemical gene warriors who were left to fight.

"Carlos!"

Chen Guo almost roared, but at this moment, Carlos' innocent voice suddenly appeared in his mind: "It's not me. I don't have that much energy. If you want to tear such a large subspace gap on Terra, only your Imperial Prime Minister and Emperor can do it, I can't do it!"

"What?"

Without giving Chen Guo time to react, the incarnation of Khorne in front of him suddenly smiled, turned around and passed through the space crack into the constantly twisting and stirring subspace storm, and disappeared.

And as he disappeared, the space crack that had already expanded to a certain extent began to expand rapidly again, and a greater suction force also appeared on Terra.

Countless mortal soldiers, even though they were far away, began to run towards this side involuntarily under the huge suction force. In front of them, the buildings that had helped them withstand the suction force had been disintegrated and turned into pieces of debris, and flew into the expanding space crack like shells.

Chen Guo was not affected too much... or it should be said that as the initiator, he was directly ignored by this huge suction force. He was like a nail firmly nailed in front of the space crack.

"Stop it!" Chen Guo tried hard to stop the expanding space crack. He took out a large amount of unsmelted golden metal blocks and stuck them on his body, trying to calm the fire source down, but at this moment, a warm force like a hot spring suddenly fed back to his body from the space crack in front of him.

This feeling was so comfortable that Chen Guo couldn't help but moan.

He immediately understood that this was the reward from the Warp... In a way, what he was doing at this moment was no different from a sacrifice.

And among the things he sacrificed, in addition to ordinary mortals, there were also those powerful Astartes and biochemical gene warriors. The souls of these guys are much more expensive than ordinary mortals.

"Don't stop me, I'll help you later! Guilliman was trapped in the Warp by Horus using an artifact. If you want to release him, you must create a huge Warp storm group to tear open the Warp vacuum zone created by the artifact... Even they don't want this war, and the final winner will be Horus. Because what they need is a sheep that can be fleeced all the time, not a dead sheep that has been fleeced."

Malcador's voice appeared in Chen Guo's ears, and his concise and clear words also explained everything directly. It turned out that this was an agreement reached between them and the four gods. Horus broke away from the control and arrangement of the four gods and used an artifact without authorization to trap Guilliman's fleet in the Warp.

At this moment, Malcador and his men had to use their unstable factor that could stably create the warp storm to rescue Guilliman's fleet and resolve the chaos in front of them.

"Aren't you afraid of a car crash?"

"Hey, this is Terra, where the torch stands."