"Talking to you? No, no, no......" The genestealer shook his head, "He wants to talk to the God behind you, it's a God-to-God conversation, and you and I are just the medium through which they are contacted. ”

Mortals are not qualified to be equal to gods, just as the chess pieces themselves cannot communicate with the chess player, and the only one who can communicate with them can only be another chess player.

"Perhaps." Wei Mu didn't care much about this kind of thing, and instead asked directly, "So what intention does the Great Devourer want to convey?" ”

"He wants you and your troops to leave, and He will let you get out safely," said the genestealer. ”

Wei Mu smiled: "Why should we agree to this condition? After killing you, we can still fight our way out. ”

The genestealer threatened, "You can't win this war, countless swarms are swarming." ”

Wei Mu shrugged his shoulders: "Then let's die together here, what's the big deal?" ”

Negotiations are such a thing, not to mention anything else, first of all, we must not lose in terms of momentum.

"You...... How can your God allow you to do this? The genestealer was surprised, "You are a valuable pawn, and your god has many enemies, you should not be wasted." ”

In other words, can you go out of your way to harm other people, and don't let this go with me.

Wei Mu smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, but this matter is obviously decided by myself, if the emperor can control the will of mortals, where will there be so many traitors in the human race?" ”

The genestealer said thoughtfully, "So you're talking on your own volition......"

Hearing this, the Great Devourer seems unwilling to lower his price.

Wei Mu waved his hand: "Is this important?" The Emperor pursues a strategy of protecting humanity, and I am working on it. ”

But having said that, the way of communication between gods and gods is incomprehensible to mortals, perhaps Wei Mu thought that he was communicating with his own thoughts, but secretly he actually represented the emperor's meaning.

Who can say this kind of thing clearly?

"So let's be practical, what kind of conditions can your god give in order to get our troops back?" Wei Mu asked.

"He will immediately cease all attacks on the human world." Said the gene stealer.

"It's not enough."

"This is a great grace."

"Great grace?" Wei Mu smiled contemptuously, "Don't think I can't see it, you bugs are not as terrible as you imagined. You could have pooled the entire strength of the Leviathan Hive fleet and marched through the galaxy in such a way that no force could stop it, but instead of doing so, you split its forces into three forces, and as a result, all three branches were repulsed, and the precious biomass was lost. ”

"Why? Because you can't do that, because too much concentration of forces will result in you not having access to the biomass that will fill the entire army even if you conquer those worlds, and you will only be able to make ends meet, so your forces will have to spread out in search of food. ”

"In other words, in order to accumulate biomass, there is a limit to the amount of troops you can invest in a certain star field, and as long as our defense power can exceed this limit, the threat posed by you will be greatly reduced."

Wei Mu stared at the gene stealer in front of him and said word by word.

Hunger is always a powerful tool to control the overbreeding of a species, and swarms are no exception, and the more basic this rule, the more difficult it is to break it.

"The swarm will continue to adapt and become stronger, and this ceiling will continue to increase, and the human empire is surrounded by enemies on all sides, and you can't do this." The gene stealer calmly responded.

"Perhaps, but at least for now, we can greatly weaken your power." Wei Mu threatened.

It was not easy for him to get the battle to this point, and the Great Devourer wanted to send it away without a little blood—impossible.

The genestealer struggles, and Wei Mu's style of holding the explosives bag and threatening to die together makes it particularly difficult to handle, because the stakes are high, and the will of the hive must carefully weigh the gains and losses.

"Maybe. We can make you the commander of the swarm, the apostle of the God of Ten Thousand Arms, who only needs enough biomass to lead this army across the galaxy. The genestealer said.

It gradually began to realize that the negotiation did not need to deal with the gods standing behind Wei Mu, only Wei Mu himself.

"Then eat and wipe the entire galaxy, and stare at you insects every day?" Wei Mu waved his hand.

Instead of living like that, he might as well end up with the worms here.

"Take a long-term view, mortals, abandon those meaningless things, we are one and will eventually be upgraded together." The genestealer said, starting to paint him with the Chicken Thief Sect's outfit.

This was a bit of a surprise to Wei Mu.

Of course, the accident does not refer to that so-called upgrade.

The Great Devourer is clearly an incomprehensible horror monster.

But if this deal allows him, as an apostle of the Great Devourer, to have some influence on him, will there be a chance to inject a few parts of his humanity into the consciousness of that monster?

It's like the evil Buu in Dragon Ball, because he absorbed the King God of the Great Realm, he became a fat Buu, and his temperament became gentle.

Of course, the premise of this is that Wei Mu's consciousness is fused with the Great Devourer.

It's a bit of a trick, but it's very risky.

Especially in the Warhammer universe, people who want to take advantage of the gods almost without exception have turned over.

Wei Mu pondered the proposal carefully, gradually calmed down, and then resolutely rejected the idea of becoming an apostle of the Great Devourer.

"So do you have anything else to say?"

Realizing this, it was clear that there was no need for the negotiations to continue.

For an enemy who sees himself as food, there is really nothing to talk about, and the two sides can only fight to the death.

It's just that Wei Mu is very curious about what is important that can make the Great Devourer not hesitate to talk to the food in his eyes.

Wei Mu wanted to get something out of the mouth of the chicken thief, but unfortunately this guy didn't know much.

"No, you can't do that, humanity will incur the wrath of the God of Ten Thousand Arms for your reckless actions, and you will become a sinner for the whole race!"

The gene stealer said angrily.

"It's as if you bugs were planning to spare humans before this."

Then, Wei Mu pulled out the plasma pistol from his waist and blasted the genestealer's head with a single shot.

The negotiations are over, and it feels good.

Once again, Wei Mu turned his attention back to the battlefield.

As a result, I don't know which greenskin suddenly shouted loudly.

"It was the Green Prophet who won, and the Green Prophet overthrew their boss!"

Then the green-skinned army was greatly encouraged, and with even more majestic momentum, frantically pounced on the enemy in front of them.

(End of chapter)