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Chapter 566 No aliens! They're all humans!
"Necromancer. Sprouting a Machine Soul?" Guilliman's expression was somewhat strange.
His own views on "machine soul" and the soul of machinery, which clearly have animistic overtones, are somewhat nuanced.

Guilliman did occasionally sense the presence of the machine spirit, but this feeling was vague, weak, and indirect, and could not directly prove the existence of the machine spirit.

He also knew that many mechanical priests didn't understand the principles of machine spirits, and their understanding of them was at a primitive, irrational level of faith.
In other words, Guilliman's view of machine spirits is closer to a superstition, or perhaps a subspace effect?
After all, most machines and subspace should be isolated from each other.
The Necromancers are one example; this mechanical race is isolated from the warp.
But now Zhou Yun is telling Guilliman that there is a Necromancer's Long Machine Soul.
This made Guilliman feel a slight collapse of his worldview, as if materialism had ceased to exist once again.
Guilliman sighed inwardly, as if materialism had ceased to exist frequently at some point in time.

“I can confirm that I have accompanied Allah Keir through the galaxy for many years, and I believe that Allah Keir is a spirit.”

Fugen gave a slight smile and said:
"That was not a disguise, nor was it a false emotion brought about by the broken obsessions of the undead; it was a true soul."

"I have seen Alla Keir alone gazing at the stars in the dead of night more than once. How could a soulless machine be attracted by the night sky?"

Guilliman didn't trust Fugen's words much; he only cast questioning glances at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun, of course, knew exactly what had happened.

He had already figured this out through tens of thousands of simulations.

He had already established a preliminary connection with the realm of malevolent arts while he was in Asford. Anlakel was a machine spirit born under the influence of the realm of malevolent arts.

The subspace reflects the emotional tides of all living beings in reality, and these emotions naturally contain all kinds of creativity. This creativity directly forms the domain of malevolent arts, which is born from the creativity of creating those machines, and naturally must encompass those machines.

Just like bacteria and viruses, these simple life forms inherently lack emotions, should not have connections to the subspace, and should not possess souls.
But life's fear of disease, its dread of decay, and its desire to survive are all closely related to these microorganisms. At the moment these emotions led to the birth of the Nurgle realm, these microorganisms naturally connected with the warp and gave birth to souls.

The reason why the machine soul is not yet a true soul is simply because the realm of malevolent arts has not truly been created, and the connection between the warp and these machines is not deep enough.

If a true god were to be born in the realm of malevolent arts, then perhaps all machines in the galaxy would begin to possess a true soul.

Zhou Yun briefly explained these points to the three semi-primates.

This made Guilliman raise his eyebrows slightly. He felt that Zhou Yun's understanding of the warp was much deeper than before. Was this the meaning of his slumber?
Saint Gilles's gaze was slightly lowered, as if tinged with sadness and self-reproach.
"Do necromancers crave souls?" Guilliman asked, a glint of light in his eyes. "Could Anlakel, as a representative of the necromancers, cooperate with humanity?"

Guilliman did not ask if Tarachin could represent the undead. He had heard some stories about Tarachin from Caul and knew that Tarachin was universally disliked within the undead.

"A large portion of them do indeed yearn for a soul."

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement:

"Most of the undead see themselves as the former fearers of death. From their perspective, they have been suddenly put into this cold, mechanical body, losing their true perception of everything, with only an endless void in their minds."

"They crave the warmth of the living, they crave the filling of their souls, they want to reverse the transformation of their bodies and become fearful of death again. Because they have now discovered that the empty, lonely, cold eternity is more torturous than the flavorful, short life."

"And I happen to have the ability to give them souls."

Zhou Yun's words gave everyone present a jolt of hope.

But Zhou Yun quickly poured cold water on their enthusiasm: "If it were hundreds of years ago, Anlakel could indeed represent some of the undead, but he can't now."

"Putting aside other things, the Silent King is indeed quite capable of engaging in internal political struggles. The political power of Anlakel has been basically completely eliminated by the Silent King."

"What about the Silent King himself? Is there any possibility that he will cooperate with us?" Guilliman asked, frowning.

“There are some, but you don’t understand the Silent King.” Saint Gilles hesitated for a moment before saying, “I formed a certain degree of friendship with the Silent King ten thousand years ago.”

"Huh?" Fugen exclaimed in undisguised surprise.

Ryan and Guilliman both looked at Saint Gilles, slightly incredulous.
You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are secretly colluding with aliens?!

It's one thing to have collusion, but to have it be with someone as powerful as the Silent King, one of the top figures among the aliens?!
Colluding with the Silent King is one thing, but to keep it a secret from everyone?
Saint Gillespie! What a cunning scheme!

Ryan placed his hands on the table, tilted his head slightly, and stared at Saint Gilles. He opened his mouth to speak—

“Ryan, I hope you’ll think about how to explain the Dark Watchers on Caliban before you speak,” Zhou Yun interrupted Ryan a moment before he could open his mouth.

Ryan's expression froze upon hearing this, and he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. After a moment of silence, he said, "I understand Saint Gilles. Not every legion is as open as the First Legion."

Guilliman's lips twitched slightly at Ryan's words, but he was also a little annoyed. He had a friendship with the Silent King ten thousand years ago? What about during the Second Empire? Did they still maintain contact? And the Pharos Lighthouse was a relic of the undead; was the Silent King involved in that?

For a moment, Guilliman's mind was filled with doubts, and he began to speculate about what Saint Gilles had done with the Silent King. "Guilliman, before you speak, I hope you will answer me first: Is the Eldar Death Army any good?" Zhou Yun interrupted Guilliman just before he could speak again.

Guilliman choked.

This is a really difficult question for him to answer.
To be fair, they're very useful. The Eldar are truly a very useful race. Guilliman used the Jesters and Deathbringers quite a bit during the Unyielding Crusade.

The clowns were relatively difficult to control, somewhat unserious, and Hilandri Veilwalker, who led the clowns, would seize any opportunity to slack off.
But the Death Army is excellent, especially the messenger Evelynn, who is now one of Guilliman's advisors and often helps Guilliman with government affairs.

But how could Zhou Yun know so much?!

Guilliman felt a sudden stomachache.

"I've figured out the three of you. Each one is more loyal than the last, more clean than the last, and each one has more secrets than the last."

Fugen curled his thin lips and clicked his tongue a few times with a hint of sarcasm and mockery:
"Unlike me, pure and perfect, never associating with aliens—"

"Stab people." Zhou Yun uttered two words lightly, and Fu Gen immediately fell silent, shutting his mouth and becoming quiet.

Forgrim did not associate with the Xenomorphs; he transformed himself to resemble one.

Seeing the stunned expressions on their faces, Zhou Yun's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

"Of course, I know you are all loyal subjects, and none of you are traitors who collude with the aliens."

"What Darkwatchers? They're just warp-specialized halflings."

"What Spirit Race? Just a psionic-specialized demi-human."

"What space necromancers? They're just a metallic subspecies of humans."

"They're all human, there are no aliens!"

Seeing Zhou Yun's teasing words, Saint Gilles couldn't help but smile.

“Let’s get down to business,” Saint Gilles said. “Let me think of how to describe the Silent King.”

"The Silent King is a suspicious, sensitive, and easily deceived person."

Suspicious and sensitive, yet easily deceived. Saint Gilles' description stunned the other two half-primates; how could these two words apply to the same person?

"These two factors combined resulted in the Silent King being a person who accepted all lies and slander, but ignored all truths and honest advice."

Saint Gilles said with a hint of helplessness:
"Based on my understanding of the Silent King, he is full of suspicion about anything that is truly beneficial to the undead or to himself."

"But if it is something that is harmful to the dead or to himself, he will accept it more easily."

"To cooperate with him, you must gain his trust while guarding against him being deceived by others."

“That sounds like a lot of trouble,” Fugen said, rubbing his hair with one hand.

“Unless the Silent King learns a severe lesson and gets a good beating, he will never cooperate with humans,” Zhou Yun said quietly. “Even if the Silent King lowers his pride and cooperates with humans, the probability that humans will be tricked or nearly tricked to death by the Silent King is no less than 65.5341%.”

It was even accurate to four decimal places. Apart from Saint Gilles, the two half-prototypes had no idea how Zhou Yun arrived at this number.

"Let Silent King set up the stage for now. After all, those two in the Warp have caused quite a bit of trouble to delay our progress."

Zhou Yun shrugged and said:

"We need to get rid of the Red Angel first, that demon born from the eternal wrath of the Holy Blood Angels."

“If we leave him completely unattended and let him develop on his own, there is a 16.4431% probability that the Red Angel will completely replace Saint Gilles and become a powerful Primarch.”

"The probability is indeed not high, but if the Red Angel really succeeds, we will have to choose one of you unlucky ones to defect to the Red Tear and be turned into mincemeat by the dual-god chosen Saint Gilles."

(The next chapter will be a few minutes later)
(End of this chapter)