Hades took a deep breath as he listened to the silence in the darkness around him, indicating that the current that had been turned on by the communication had gone out.

He looked at Magnus, who had passed out, and decisively opened the communication,

"Neos - Magnus fainted, is there anything wrong?"

"No problem."

The Emperor's voice sounded calmly at the other end, and Hades imagined that the Emperor was in the command room to warn Motarian and Riemanrus about the main targets of this attack.

The emperor's voice was silent for a moment, as if thinking,

"Hades, tell Magnus to be cautious."

Hadiston paused, and he suddenly realized that Magnus was related to Tzeentch, so ......

"You mean, just-"

"Prospero has a strong psionic tendency, Hades, which means that the words or actions of any key person will become a bullet into the future."

Hades blinked,

"But I'm driving the Black Domain."

"Not strong enough."

He didn't wipe out the only source of psionic energy in the entire space.

The words choked Hades, and both Machado and the Emperor really wanted him to grab a few more casting worlds to make him more waaaagh.

"The fleet has arrived in Prospero."

The emperor said calmly,

"I didn't have a lot of time, I had planned to return to Terra after the meeting in Nikea, but now that the extra trip has interrupted my plans, I think we're both looking forward to my return to Terra."

"We?"

Hades raised his voice,

"I don't want you to return to Terra, the king should be among his army—"

"I mean the existence of subspace."

Hades was silent, and after a long time, he slowly spoke,

"I don't understand...... I don't understand what you mean, Neos? ”

There was a chuckle from the opposite channel, and faintly, Hades seemed to hear a psionic Muggle.

Hades frowned, but the emperor's voice still sounded calmly, as if nothing had happened,

"It's an anchor that is bound to happen, unless you kill me, Hades."

Hades shouted,

"That's not a good thing to say! I warn you, Neos! That's not what to say, don't even think about it! ”

"You can't kill me."

The emperor said,

"Is the key here?!"

The emperor calmly listened to Hades' warning on the other side, and he spoke,

"Chaos has more than enough leverage to threaten me, and the precursors of the subspace storm have been observed, and they have naturally responded to my actions."

Hadiston paused, the empire's navigation and communication all rely on subspace, if the subspace storm is raging, then the empire will be physically isolated into countless pieces at the first time.

Turning the clock forward slightly, the subspace storm was raging, and it was the first scream at the time of Slaanesh's birth that blew away the subspace storm, and the emperor took the opportunity to start the Great Expedition.

But...... But......

"How is it so fast?"

Hades asked, he didn't remember—

"This is the price that must be paid for the change of fate, or rather, this is their warning to me."

It takes ritual, cost, and time to start a subspace storm, but observing it doesn't require it to have happened, there has never been a continuous time in subspace, and the end may happen first.

The emperor put on the golden armor, he looked down at Prospero, he saw a flash of blue light, Prospero should have been an important anchor point for fate to happen, but under the interference of outsiders, it was obvious that the trajectory was deviated here.

The deeds carefully buried by the Lord of Change are all invalid, and they should have fallen like dominoes in a row, and finally toppled the biggest card, the Empire.

But now the whole game has been disrupted by outsiders, and all the subtle, subtle layouts have lost their original meaning, except for the rituals engraved on the planet and the people who have stared at the subspace for too long......

Lord of Change, what else can you come up with?

The Emperor knows his enemies well, the cunning cowardly, and he will only hide behind the table, unless the previous hand is broken and he needs to start a new round.

It's still the same.

The emperor thought that endless foresight, provocations, half-truths, lies, all were lies.

But it will be a new beginning, the end of a losing hand, the beginning of a new hand.

What will they do?

But don't come up with any more petty tricks, the emperor doesn't bother with them.

"I don't have to put on the recording."

He opened his mouth as he watched as the first drop pod smashed into Prospero's land.

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He fled.

Or that He never wanted to face Him head-on.

The rain was still falling, and the emperor began to walk down from the tip of the pyramid that Prospero had originally been closest to the subspace, and the wolf king followed behind him, and the emperor felt his palms empty.

He gave the Eye of Magnus to Riemanus, who believed that Riemanus would make the right choice at the right time.

He saw the misery of the Prospero people in the darkness, the blinded and the dull escaped, they trembled and gathered under the protection of the death guards and space wolves, and the wise and wise could not escape their fate, they were more or less tainted with the breath of subspace—

And in the right place, at the right time, under the right inducing conditions, they were eaten up by their own greed and paid the price.

But there was only so much he could do with it, and no more, and the Emperor was disappointed to realize that he didn't even want to put off a grand firework for him.

Or maybe He put His power somewhere else.

Placed in the ...... His true goal.

The Emperor pondered this, the phantom just now seemed to be still in front of him, he thought of Horus, he thought of Magnus, he thought of the Net—who could it be? What exactly will it be?

Will it even be St. Giles? Could it be Riemanrus?

The golden flames burned along the edges of the pyramid as he descended, and the golden light banished the chaos that had clinged to the pyramid, and he stepped on the flat ground to see his son Motarian standing calmly in the rain.

Motarian's gaze crossed him,

【Riemannus,】

The hissing voice of the Lord of Death sounded,

[You just left a sentence to be optimistic about the front, and rushed straight up. 】

The emperor raised his hand, and he frowned,

"He's just worried about me."

Motarian sighed loudly, bowed exaggeratedly, and shook his head self-deprecatingly,

"I'm busy with the war. 】

He squinted his eyes to make way for the Emperor who was going straight ahead, and as far as he could see, he saw the men burning, golden flames like lights in the rain, piercing the darkness.

It's not like the performance of a general, or a warrior.

Motarian was silent, but he followed silently.

The Emperor walked through the dark streets, several souls lit up with every step, he couldn't have done that, but he listened to the devotees whispering to him—Luojia had fulfilled what he had expected of him.

The Lord of Humanity purifies the planet, purifies the planet that has become an outcast, and after a short drama, the Lord of Change abandons it, but the Lord of Humanity does not do so, because this was the abode of mankind.

The entire planet seemed to be burning, and the golden light reflected Magnus's soul through the walls of the fleet.

Most of the Chiko were devoured by their Guardian Elves, some of the quick-witted Chiko cut off their souls in time to cut off their ties with the Guardian Elves, and others survived because they had never summoned the Elves.

In Prospero, for mortals, only servants and children whose hands never touched a book survived.

In subspace, Prospero's burning symbolizes something else, the annihilation of one of the most critical anchors.

They all bear witness to it.

Now, they can sit peacefully at the same table.

Tzeentch laughed.

Oh, I wrote about subspace in the clouds, Tzeentch is like this, I'd better go and play in the mud in my father's garden.

(End of chapter)