Although the gods cannot go against their own nature, the gods are influenced by the believers.

That's why the ancient Eternals agreed that the destructive powers of the subspace were not really gods, and that there was nothing in the universe worthy of that title.

Killiman pondered Viomu's words, and soon realized that what the other party said was the truth of the matter.

It's not a question of who can kill whom between them and the traitors, but they have to do better now than the humans of the past.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the army he organized, under the influence of Chaos, there would still be all kinds of degenerates among them, just like the Great Rebellion back then.

But that's not easy to do.

The Sadistic Chosen Karn is now in such a state that he is in the state of crushing the galaxy, and the Space Marines who can defeat him head-on still don't know if he was born.

Tzeentch's chosen Ariman can be regarded as the number one mage among mortals, and even if Everene met him, he could only escape from the other party by playing tricks.

Nurgle's Chosen Typhonse is the most threatening of the four gods, compared to spells and slashing, the killing efficiency of the blight is not known to be much higher, and he is also the first person in the galaxy to make his father Motarian a clown.

The Slaanesh God chose Lucius himself, and the resurrection curse was even more tricky, as long as the person who killed Lucius got even a little satisfaction from this act, that person's body would be taken away by Lucius.

What kind of space warriors can completely defeat such four terrible guys in the realm of the four gods?

At least the current empire will have a hard time finding such a fierce man.

And Killiman's own target is those ascension primordial bodies, and the situation is also not optimistic.

He couldn't do it like Clarks, who had successfully liberated the essence of subspace, so that Loga couldn't even get out, and every battle he fought with his fallen brothers was very difficult.

"You seem to have high expectations for mortal power?" Killeman said.

"That's right, that's why I often tell the people around me that we should lighten the burden on the Emperor instead of just asking Him for help. Just like children can't always stay in the safe and comfortable arms of their parents, sooner or later they have to go out to face everything in the outside world, and they have to go back to support their elderly parents. Wei Mu said.

Not to mention the rest, Kiliman was skeptical about whether he could look at the emperor in the same way as an ordinary father.

"Then what do you think is the probability that we will win in the end by fighting in this way?" He asked again.

"I don't know, dear Lord Primordial, but I feel that there is only one way left for us to go except to stake the fate of humanity on the Emperor. There will be a lot of people who will defect and many people who will die because of it, and it may be a war with no results in sight, and I will only seek to weaken the enemy. ”

Thinking of the price involved, Wei Mu couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He just felt that he had found the right direction, and whether or not they had the ability to reach their destination was another matter entirely.

"Nothing should be like this......"

Talking about the topic of sacrifice and dedication, Wei Mu recalled the previous evacuation from the main insect star, and then his blood pressure went up.

"Those damn black bean sprouts, I did my best to eliminate the Milky Way in front, and they actually stabbed me in the back when I was at my most vulnerable." He said indignantly.

"Well, all I can say about that is glad you're safe and sound." Kiliman spoke.

"Do you know what's the most unethical thing that those sprouts do?"

"It's not that they turned three evil gods into four, it's not something that created the Eye of Fear in the physical universe, and it's not that it gave birth to the subspace storm that lasted for hundreds of years in the Dark Ages—it's obviously because of their fall that the galaxy has become what it is today, and then they go back and tell you that this is what it is."

"Because of the mistakes they have made, most of us have become so accustomed to the misery of this dark galaxy that we have forgotten what life really is......"

"So I don't count on those black bean sprouts, just trample them to death as pests when they meet them, and as for the remaining white bean sprouts, if they still have the slightest shame of being intelligent creatures, they should be responsible for it, just like the help that the clown in the flower coat gave us in the Octarius Star Zone, many innocent lives will be saved."

"But the Ark Spirit Clan isn't monolithic, and many of their members probably don't care about it." Kiriman reminded.

"Then I'll go and make rumors about them, starting with their main gods, one by one, and spreading their ugly things throughout the galaxy, to see how they will look at people with their nostrils when they meet aliens in the future."

"They don't want to think about it, if the empire collapses and millions of worlds turn to chaos, will they still have a way to survive in the galaxy?"

It is impossible for Wei Mu to really instigate the empire to waste his strength to beat those white bean sprouts, and he can only vent his anger in this way.

"I'm not sure if this is the best option for us, but I'm glad you were able to share it with me." Kiriman said.

One was advocated by the Apostle of War, Mathieu, who worshipped the emperor as a god and used his great power to crush his enemies.

One is provided by the Vio, where humanity overcomes its own weaknesses and frees the emperor from his endless mission.

The effect of the former is more immediate and has been proven in the plague wars.

The latter, although it looked more like the direction of development that the emperor was looking forward to, was a distant dream......

"I'm just playing tricks, and it's the laborers, soldiers, and sages of the Mechanics who really shed blood and sacrificed." Wei Mu stood up and waved his hand.

The topic of Cangsheng and ghosts and gods has been discussed, and it is estimated that the original body will have to digest this information well.

Vimu politely said goodbye to Killman, taking his coffee cup with him - this thing was of little value in itself, but it was the original thing.

And when Wei Mu left the study, Kiliman clapped his hands casually, and there was a slight vibration in the room.

Like a small secret room, a wall was opened.

Standing behind the wall are a group of Elven Prophets—representatives from various Ark worlds, specially invited by the Harlequin Troupe and the Reaper Army to negotiate with the Human Empire.

"So you've all heard him speak in the most natural circumstances, is there anything you want to say now?"

Kiriman asked them.

"This ...... This ......"

Wei Mu's previous comments about the sins of the spirit race were too sharp, which made the prophets all look complicated at this time.

This group of white bean sprouts always felt that they humans were engaged in some kind of conspiracy, and they suddenly asked to hide and listen to an ordinary meeting arrangement, as if they could use this to catch them off guard, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

"Don't worry, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Sitting at the specially designed table, Kiriman invited the various Spirit Prophets.

(End of chapter)