"Are you alright?"

"Okay," Vokes coughed, feeling his throat itch, wishing that the reptiles in his esophagus had been cleared by the pharmacists,

He still felt that the current dry and clean reality was like a dream, but a faint sense of disgust, and the Ultramarine's badge on the ceiling, reminded him that this was not a subspace.

Just now, without asking questions from Vokes, Hades took the initiative to tell him about his current situation, and now, the metal mask on the lower half of Hades was flashing with a cold light.

The half-rotten Death Guard felt a boundless melancholy than he had heard of Buzz's anger before.

Even Hades was not immune to erosion...... Although what he suffers is a curse from the physical world.

But at least it's still Hades.

“…… There will be a workaround. ”

Vaux said, and Hades nodded,

"I'm now able to hold back these forces for a while."

Vaux was silent for a moment,

"You've become pessimistic...... Spirits, I mean the eternal solution,...... We can go to the space necromancer. ”

Space necromancy?

Hades thought that maybe Tarasin would choose to help him, but depending on Tarasin's meaning, this kind space necromancer would probably be consumed in the lawsuit between dynasties in the short term.

And...... See you next time...... It is not known what the relationship between them is, what the relationship between the Empire and the space necrons is.

"Death Guard has come into contact with other space necrons?"

Vaux nodded,

"We haven't given up...... The Death Guard has a dedicated gravedigger team within it, and we have some space necromancy technology that has not been revealed to the outside world. ”

"I guess Bouz doesn't know either?"

"He doesn't know."

Volks' explained,

"He has been the focus of the empire until he sleeps, and we cannot expose it."

"This part of the technology has been kept by the Death Guard Tech Sergeant as a possible response to the final crisis if all allies betray the Death Guard at the end."

"This time I went to the Corrupt Heaven, and I used some of the corresponding techniques."

“…… But you're back, and we can speed things up. ”

Hades nodded, some of the technology of the space necromancer was already given by the star god, and with reference technology, he could try to quickly add some technology trees.

“…… You've done a lot of things," Hades couldn't help but sigh, "to establish a second religion, to create autonomous regions, to expand infrastructure, to secretly expand the army...... He even delved into the technology of space necromancy. ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Vaux's mouth,

"It's not space necromantic technology, it's the technology of all alien races, space necromancy, spirit race, greenskin...... He didn't let anything go of it. ”

He meant, of course, Motarian.

Thinking of this, Hades had mixed feelings in his heart, the stubborn original body that could not be pulled back by seven cows was now much more mature.

What exactly did Motarian go through?

"Motarian...... Hades began, "what does he wish to do?" ”

"—God-killing."

Volks' voice was calm, but his heart was not at peace, it had been ten thousand years, it had been ten thousand years, and there were only a few people who knew about this plan,

No one can speak, no one will believe, no one will understand.

"The Pale Lord has sent me back......," said Volks, "to explain to you his plan." ”

"Hades."

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He still hasn't grown.

Motarian was keenly aware of this, and the deepest emotions that drove him were still hatred, fear, and despair......

But it doesn't matter.

He accepted the reality calmly.

Under the same human lord, some of the primordials are keen to defend their territory, some are keen to maintain order, and some are keen to clear out traitors...... He was passionate about destruction and overthrow.

As Hades once said, he was a bit extreme.

But fortunately, this vast galaxy is more extreme than him.

In the vast sea of stars, there is never a shortage of beings who need to be overthrown, exterminated, and beheaded.

False gods are among them.

Nothing to speak of, the torn galaxy had cast a shadow over his retina, and Motarian knew who was the worst enemy and who deserved to be destroyed.

He didn't bother to bother with the rise and fall of the empire unless it had to, and it was someone else's concern—if it all needed to be taken care of by Mortarian, then there was no need for the vast empire to exist.

The empire built by the Lord of Humanity needs to learn to be self-sufficient, not dependent on one or two supermen.

For Motarian, there is only one responsibility for the primordial.

That's god-killing.

Or is it...... Fill somebody's shoes.

The Lord of Humanity showed him the truth, and after a long collapse, Motarian began to deconstruct this unacceptable truth, and finally, he came to his conclusion-

Following the example of the Pantheon of the Spirit Race, the Emperor wanted to establish a "temple" that belonged to the human race.

Motarian sneered,

Perhaps he shouldn't have called it so hastily, after all, the Lord of Humanity had emphasized the truth that he was human countless times.

It's just another name for diverting subspace power.

The essence is the original body of subspace existence, and it is naturally the best carrier to carry the power of subspace.

Motarian raised his hand, staring at his wizened palm.

He couldn't help but think of the previous human lord's network plan, moving all humans into the network and isolating the influence of human souls on the main subspace......

…… With the disappearance of human faith in the main subspace, chaos will gradually weaken.

But the beliefs of the Terrans do not disappear directly, they are simply transferred from one place to another, and they still need a carrier - otherwise these beliefs will spontaneously form new existences.

The new carrier is the original body.

And nineteen primordials are enough to dilute the negative effects of faith.

Motarian had enough evidence to believe that the original was the existence of the emperor wishing to divert his faith.

But that was before,

Now they have Hades.

But...... Motarian couldn't guarantee that his former comrades would always respond to them, and Hades's response continued to wane......

He had hoped to retrieve Hades before attacking the subspace.

But the reality is not satisfactory.

Space necrons were far more tricky than he thought, and it was far more difficult to attack a dead race than an enemy with whom he had already dealt with them, and for a long time, he was wearing ...... He's running out of time.

Faced with the backlash of faith to the point of losing himself, or giving it a go before he lost his strength or consciousness, Motarian never hesitated.

He is going to kill the gods, he is going to swallow the flesh of the corrupt heavens...... He's going to take it...... No......

The gods are immortal.

Within the laws of subspace, exchange the rebirth of a god for the death of a god.

"Consciousness" can be erased and replaced, but the scattered authority must have something to bear, otherwise the old gods will never die.

Motarian was terrified, he couldn't swallow all the power of the corrupt heavens, there had to be a being to share this power with him, he didn't want to be just the god who had just ascended to the throne of stagnation, what he wanted to do, what he wanted to do, was to shatter the god's authority and steal the humans who had been molded into scythes.

He may have thrown Nurgle's authority directly into the realm of Hades, but in the years of Hades' growing silence, Motarian did not think that he could summon the blessing of Hades in the vastness of the ocean.

After that, something happened and Motarian was banished, but it hardened his suspicions until he ......

…… Until the Spirit Clan found him.

Another candidate to devour corruption has arrived,

The opportunity Motarian had been waiting for had arrived.

Every next step will be a step to the death.

Or maybe it's a step worse than death, but Motarian has no regrets, nothing to regret, even if the only sigh is that he can't see his old friend again.

He should probably apologize to his old friend who is arguing that he is human in the dark churches that are now in the Empire, or he should apologize for using the Black Domain without explaining himself...... Even though Motarian knew Hades would forgive him, the original body was still grieving.

In extreme reality, either voluntarily or involuntarily, he has made too many mistakes.

But Motarian still doesn't regret it.

In this desperate world, he has learned to be silent.

First of all...... It is through the method of the Spirit Race to send the ships of the Death Guard to subspace on a large scale.

The vastness of the ocean fluctuated, the bow of the ship was thin, and the seven-by-seven Nurgle Archdemon was nailed into the deck by the blackstone spear as a guiding guide, and the Tenacity broke through the ocean of psionic energy and rushed into the Supreme Heaven.

He wasn't worried about other beings in the subspace meddling, and the clues gathered by the Death Guard told him that there would be a presence stopping them—maybe an emperor, maybe an emperor, it didn't matter.

Because only emperors or emperors are happy to see the fall of the old gods.

It is precisely those two beings who have been entangled with other subspace existences.

Even the position of one of them is not clear.

Next, disturb the current in the garden with black stones that have accumulated for thousands of years.

The whistle sounded, the missiles lifted into the air, and hundreds of millions of black bullets hugged by several people fell into the garden like rain.

The dust burst open, and he heard the groans of pain in the depths of the garden, like the wet earth cracking, and the slugs retracting into its eyes.

…… Blackstone's negative psionic properties have been weakened in the Vast Ocean.

Motarian listened to his struggles as he unleashed his mist, white mist billowing up, and the nearby black stone was reversed by his psionic power.

The fog is steaming.

And then there was the fighting...... Fight...... Fight......

Save Isha and share Nurgle...... Gain power...... Get out of here......

His pact with the Eldars was to rescue Isha and kill the youngest queen as a stand-in for the "Eldar Reaper".

In the process of killing the youngest queen, the Eldar will do everything in his power to assist him.

The arrogant spirits didn't understand why he was obsessed with Nurgle...... They couldn't even understand why he was willing to agree to befriend Isa...... He needs the authority of the new generation...... It also needs information about the Pantheon of the Spirit Race back then.

Mortarian plans to obtain the secret of the Rebirth from the Eldar goddess Isa after leaving Nurgle's Gardens - as long as it is enough to deal with the space necromancers.

At the same time, he needed to find another primordial body to share the [new life], and the Spirit God was just an expedient measure.

But...... Yes or no......

The Elmins wanted to replace the identity of the Eldarins in the name of the "Human Reaper", and they wanted to hold his scythe...... There is a price to pay for it.

If Motarian was lucky enough to make the last move, Slaanesh fell under his scythe...... Motarian will guarantee that the Eldars will cease to exist.

As the only false god among the four gods who has a clear record of the time of awakening, Slaanesh may not be as persistent as Nurgle, he is too deeply bound to the spirits, and he was greatly damaged by his vitality ten thousand years ago.

He is stronger and more easily destroyed.

Motarian had already figured out how to deal with Slaanesh, but only if he could get out of Nurgle's garden and get help from the Spirits.

And...... On the path to face Slaanesh, Motarian believed...... He might also have to watch out for another ambitious demigod.

…… Emperor.

And then...... And then...... No then.

During the trek through the garden, there was a commotion within the Elven Clan, who mistakenly believed that Motarian was not capable of continuing the fight, and persuaded Isha to hurry away with them—

And then they fell together into the eternal stagnation of the corrupt heaven.

……

One breath, one minute, one hour, one year...... Millennium...... IT WASN'T UNTIL THE VERDANT WAAAGH WIND BLEW INTO THE GARDEN OF STAGNATION THAT TIME BEGAN TO RUN RECKLESSLY.

He should unite with the greenskins......

…… And not the Elvens.

But the old man is gone—his former comrade-in-arms, commander, logistics chief, canteen raider, spiritual glory of the Makurag, forever son of Barbarus...... In a word...... That being has finally returned.

Go and kill the gods.

Go and kill a god for real.

It's Motarian's choice.

To build his own descendants, he only needs to lay a stable sky for them.

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"Killing gods."

Hades said, staring at Vaux, a faint sense of oppression emanating from Hades,

“…… Motarian ...... So much done? ”

Hades listened carefully to Motarian's plan, the original had almost completed his first steps, and Nurgle had indeed been greatly weakened.

But Hades knew that Motarian's plan was carried out when the empire was still in the mess and he was close to getting out of control.

Halfway through, Motarian should have returned to the empire and saved two fires.

Vaux nodded heavily,

"Your Excellency...... It's changed. ”

Vaux said wearily,

"After you left, so much happened, and a whole vast empire really weighed down on the primitives, even if the Pale Lord thought he didn't want to run the empire...... But you know ......"

Motarian still went to care.

Hades mused, "Vaux, how's the battle going in the garden right now?" ”

"It's coming to an end."

"The days of corruption have failed, and the millennium of preparation has not been in vain," Volks said. ”

As if thinking of something, Volks' smiled,

"Geist, you don't need to go out this time, the Death Guard can solve the battle on their own."

It's just possible...... Motarian needs a little time to "negotiate" with the Eldars.

"Nurgle can be left alone for a while? So what's next, Slaanesh? ”

Hades asked, and Vaux nodded,

"We can also go and solve your problem," Vaux looked at Hades with some concern, "Ten thousand years ago we learned that you were the best person to kill Slaanesh. ”

Hades frowned, what happened 10,000 years ago? How did he become the best candidate?

"Why do you say that?" Hades asked, "And the Emperor...... Emperor, emperor, what is an emperor? ”

Vaux's expression became complicated almost all at once, his face pale,

"It's top secret," he said slowly, "only the primordial knows...... And the emperor...... These are the words that the Pale Lord wrote down before leaving, and I don't know the whole picture...... Don't ask me. ”

(End of chapter)