A life of ups and downs, but in Warhammer 40K

Seeing the group of people looking completely utterly bewildered, Su Can felt he should say something nice. But somehow, halfway through his sentence, Su Can found himself struggling to keep up.

Guilliman and the Lion King remained silent throughout. This person before them had existed since before humanity even left Holy Terra. Therefore, he must know the Emperor or have had prolonged contact with him. In that case, whatever you say goes.

Neither the Lion King nor Guilliman wanted to investigate further, because even a small imperial story from Su Can was enough to shock the people of the empire.

"Ahem, this is a secret. You are not allowed to tell anyone, do you hear me?"

At that moment, Lion King also stood up and looked at the group of Ultra Warriors. After hearing Lion King's words, even Calgar and Titus nodded frantically and dared not reply.

Incidentally, the Ultramarines 2nd Company isn't in Macragge right now; they're floating in the warp with their commander, Cato Sicarius. So the priest who reported Titus isn't here either.

Why did you use the name of the Ultra Warrior?!

Guilliman was still resentful of that Great Limiter, after all, that thing was a Great Impure One, which was far too morally corrupt and blasphemous.

"Thanks to the fact that your Astartes Codex has remained unchanged for ten thousand years, more than 70% of the Astartes in the entire Empire are now Ultramarines. Therefore, Ultramarines are loyal, and no one can question their loyalty, not even Ultramarines themselves."

"Waaah..."

Upon hearing Su Can's words, Guilliman's face darkened. As a politician, he knew all too well what this meant; it was a recipe for disaster.

But then he suddenly realized something, and that was...

"You've used that Astartes Codex for ten thousand years?"

"Guilliman, give me back my Legion! You have no idea what it means to dismantle the Dark Angels; the entire arsenal Father entrusted to us is gone!!!"

"Alright, you two can chat anytime. I have some things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. Oh, and Guilliman, could you help me sign a certificate for the Merchant Dynasty later? I'll need it very much in the future."

Bored, watching the two about to start another fight, Su Can got up from his seat. Then, amidst the twitching of everyone's eyes, his entire body rapidly shrunk to a normal size.

There are still many things to do, so let the two brothers catch up first. Then I will be handed over to Guilliman by the Seed of Harmony. And now I have the most important thing to do, which is to contact the Eldar troupe.

Among these bean sprouts, the truly elite flower bean sprouts are the most important target, especially for expanding one's own path to pleasure.

After all, Su Can valued this destiny very much, as it was the only destiny that allowed him to move quickly.

As for the two who couldn't stand each other at the slightest disagreement, Su Can couldn't be bothered with them. The merchant's documents were also important. While Guilliman's weren't as valuable as the Imperial Blood documents, they were still sufficient for his trade.

..............

So soon, inside the ark, a flash of light appeared.

Su Can returned directly to his ark and sat down on his stool.

Then Zhenzhu poured him a cup of tea with a very smooth touch. While Su Can was enjoying the battle, Zhenzhu was keeping an eye on things for him.

After all, such a massive ark needs a chief person in charge, and Su Can certainly does the job. However, his personality makes him ill-suited for handling complex administrative matters. Moreover, Su Can has his own things to do, which are more important than managing the ark.

So, except for major events, Su Can basically doesn't interfere.

"So, my dear, are there any further war plans?"

"There's nothing for now, the Great Rift has opened. The inside and outside are separated, and although the five hundred worlds of Alteramar are far from being as powerful as they were at their peak, the accumulation here is still astounding."

"But we don't have a navigation chart here, so we can't just run the engine to maximum."

I've also considered this matter; I've already contacted a clown from the Death Army.

Su Can's face showed this.

He revealed a strange smile, and then sat down by the window of his general's mansion, overlooking the entire city.

Although a terrible war had just broken out on a nearby planet, it did not affect the operation of this warship. In fact, many people only heard about it on the news during dinner, as if the war had never happened.

Although the humans in the Warhammer world are used to the wars of this world, Su Can is still somewhat disoriented.

"I still need to make some plans before the clowns arrive. The first thing is to create an army that is one level higher than Astartes."

At that moment, Su Can also took out the design drawings and began to think. Now, with his destiny gradually growing stronger, he could further utilize the powerful blessing of destiny.

"Since they are my Ark's troops, there's no need for them to adhere to the Gothic style. First of all, let's talk about the armor design..."

At this moment, Su Can also began his own plan, the first thing to consider being the style of the armor. Mainly because he had been enjoying himself at the front, his guards were almost driven mad with anxiety. Especially the two of them, one the son of Horus, and the other the son of the Emperor.

The Emperor's sons fared somewhat better; Phorgrim's misbehavior was simply a consequence of his own incompetence. But Horus was truly assassinated, which is why Loken placed immense importance on his own safety.

Su Can noticed this, but unfortunately, the Warhammer's stats were just so-so; they really couldn't keep up with him flying ahead. Although Su Can felt that if things continued to develop, no matter how much he strengthened it, they might still fall behind.

"Gothic armor is too annoying, and the golden corn isn't very attractive either. Let me modify the same style of armor, then add the power of destiny as the driving force, and let me... hmm, it looks familiar."

After Su Can looked left and right, his expression turned a little strange and cold.

"This thing looks like one of the Dragon Emperor's personal guards..."

Looking at his final masterpiece, Su Can's eye twitched slightly. This was Warhammer 40K, not Warhammer Fantasy, but it was still undeniably cool.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later. Only high-level Destiny Walkers can serve as Imperial Guards, so there's no use in rushing. We can only take it one step at a time."

Muttering to himself, Su Can put it away.

Now he had more important things to deal with, which was to meet with those clowns. Thinking of this, Su Can opened the box beside him, and inside lay the original version of the Pleasure Mask.

These masks were all creations of his own destiny, crafted by him personally, and the wearer must refine them with their own efforts. And unlike the game "Phantom Moon," these masks require the wearer to refine them themselves.

Soon, Su Can spotted his target in the reception room: a large group of Spirit Race members dressed in brightly colored clothes.

It's actually quite easy to tell the different factions of the Eldar by their clothing.

"What business do the ancient sages of mankind have with us?"

Looking at Su Can in front of him, one of the highest-ranking clowns stood up and then performed a fancy bow to Su Can.

“I came here simply to inform the God of Laughter that I want to make a deal with him.”

He smiled as he looked at the few bean sprouts in front of him. Although they had joined the Death Army, they were different from the group of black bean sprouts. The black bean sprouts were disliked by everyone and had severed ties with their original faction after joining the Death Army.

However, as messengers of the God of Laughter, they do not need to sever ties with their original faction.

"My offer is to free you from the Dark Prince's sight forever and lead you to the path of true pleasure. That is my sincerity."

Hearing this, Su Can didn't bother arguing with them anymore, because all the clowns were riddle-makers. Su Can directly brought out his own chips and pointed out their problems.

Then a white mask with a smiling face flew to the leader of the clowns, and the group of clowns looked at each other in surprise upon seeing the mask.

The mask gave them a strange feeling, a feeling that stirred their hearts. A thrill from the depths of their souls, yet this very thrill made them hesitate.

"What is true joy, great ancient sages of mankind?"

"This is something I created in the place where countless babies cried, something to bring true joy to the world."

“Then tell me, great ancient sage, what is the pleasure you speak of?”

Just then, the clown from the Spirit Clan looked at Su Can with a serious expression. If the other party was really like their youngest goddess, then they would teach the person in front of them a lesson, even if it meant dying here.

"What is joy? It is, in the void of the universe, using laughter as a weapon, absurdity as a method, and freedom as the goal, actively resisting fate and creating meaning for oneself. All comedy is the cloak of tragedy, and the greatest comedian is the one who uses extremely biting laughter to mock the most painful tragedy."

Just then, Su Can's figure flashed past, appearing directly in front of the clown. This wasn't a recitation from the script, but rather a spontaneous remark, because he had thought of someone.

That's Charlie Chaplin, the comedy master, and his films *Modern Times*, *The Great Dictator*, and *Good Times*. Even after almost a hundred years, they remain Su Can's favorite comedy films, without a doubt. But the most comedic films often have the saddest core.

"........."

As expected, after Su Can spoke, the group of clowns fell silent. They shared a similar sentiment; their clown troupe had performed the story of Slaanesh's birth time and again among the various races of the galaxy.

It was meant to warn all living beings that, although it was a comedy, it was the greatest and indelible scar on their Spirit Race.

"Hahaha, unbelievable. Humanity has given birth to another god. Let me see your 1 billion 19,000 30,000... 102,000 7,000: 585,000 q≥—"

What exactly is a gift?

Upon hearing Su Can's words, the leading clown covered his face with the clown's words, and his body stiffened in an instant.

Because the moment the mask covered his face, in just a split second, he saw the deepest sorrow within himself.

The Eldar, who had been glorious for millions of years, vanished with a cry. Their most powerful god, Asuyan, who could disregard other evil gods, shattered and became nourishment for Slaanesh.

Then the Eye of Terror was born, and countless Eldar souls were swallowed by Slaanesh. He, on the other hand, was led by his parents, who worshipped the God of Laughter, to hide deep within the Eldar's web of illusions. On that day, all around him were cries.

It was a cry of suppressed despair, and even the appearance of the Laughing God, west Lego, could not suppress these wails.

"Cry, cry, cry your heart out. Cry your heart out today, and from today onward we will weave the world with jokes, weave a truly final joke."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

In that instant, the clown suddenly gasped for breath, then his body went limp and he knelt on the ground. Completely different from what he had imagined, the mask didn't evoke any stimulating sensations; instead, it was filled with sorrow and despair.

But amidst that sorrow, he also saw everything again: the theater troupe relentlessly advancing to fight against Slaanesh; his colleagues, each playing Slaanesh to warn all living beings, their figures resolutely continuing on despite knowing they would bring about the most terrifying future for all Eldar.

"Ha ha ha ha........."

But just then, bursts of laughter began to echo in his ears—the purest kind of laughter. Just as Nanook felt that the destruction of the Destruction Gang was less significant than a baby breaking a vase, so too here, the purest laughter was the moment a baby's tears turned to laughter.

This is a laugh that is free of any impurities or pollution, a laugh that even the evil gods of the subspace cannot extinguish.

"call........."

In that instant, the mask was completed, and the clown slowly stood up. He then bowed deeply to Su Can before slowly saying:

"I am willing to follow your path to the death and spread true joy among mankind. I will contact my gods for you, and I'm sure you will have many things to talk about."

"......"

After witnessing the clown's performance, the other bean sprouts exchanged bewildered glances. Su Can didn't waste any more words; after all, the number of bean sprouts wasn't large, perhaps not even four figures.

So I prepared quite a few masks, and just as I guessed, these bean sprouts were born to be joyful travelers.

“Take them with you and then put them into practice.”

In that instant, each bean sprout was presented with the same mask.

Chapter 100 Su Can: I'm not a god, Hua Douya: You're talking nonsense!

"This is the salvation of my people, no, this is the salvation of the entire universe."

At this moment, after putting on these masks, every Eldar wept.

"Although I know you are mourners, is there not a single masked fool among you?"

Watching a group of Ada Eldar fly by, Su Can couldn't help but mutter to himself. Although these clowns were quite clownish, considering they called themselves clowns, there wasn't much to say.

Just as joy is not all laughter, but also always includes sorrow. Unrestrained joy will slide directly into gluttony, after all, the corruption of destiny is the most dangerous thing for a star god.

For example, those Great Lords of Annihilation do not actually attack the Star Gods directly, but rather use the path of destruction to directly attack the Star Gods' fates.

"This feeling made the Dark Prince's gaze shift away from me."

Just then, the leading clown realized that he had already left the Dark Prince's sight.

The human gods have drawn themselves into their own system, filling themselves with a new kind of joyful power. And now their power has been comprehensively enhanced, though the extent is currently limited, but that is almost impossible now.

“A great being indeed, I will go and report it to the God of Laughter, Sirega.”

"Go ahead, you can call over a few clown troupes. Although I can't protect a large number of elves, your troupe's numbers aren't a big problem... Wait, what did you call me before I gave you the mask?"

Hearing this, Su Can smiled, but quickly remembered something.

"Human gods?"

The bean sprout looked puzzled, which made Su Can's face darken. Then, he saw a flash of light, and Su Can was suddenly in front of him, lifting him up.

"I want to say it again, I am not a god, I am just a human being."

"You human gods are all like this. Even my own gods couldn't pull my soul away from the Dark Prince."

Upon hearing the clown's words, Su Can's expression stiffened. He couldn't find any way to refute it, but he was definitely not a god.

"God is omniscient and omnipotent, but I am not!!!"

"........."

"Never mind, come with me."

Seeing the clown's utterly unconvinced expression, Su Can couldn't help but sigh. He knew that even if he killed all these clowns, they would still roar with their last breath:

"You fart!!!"

I suddenly understand the weasel a little better; it was embarrassed to be scratching its toes like that.

So Su Can stopped worrying about it and clapped his hands, and a door appeared in front of him.

"Come with me. This is a byproduct of this ability. The taverns at the ends of the earth, places of laughter and joy, I need you to travel between the various worlds of the universe to help me open these doors."

This is now a byproduct of his most cherished path of pleasure, though it can't compare to pioneering. But it's enough for him; there are only three doors here now. One leads to his ark, another to his garden world, and the last to Gwent's Nest City.

His own garden world currently has a population of just over one million, which is far from its intended carrying capacity.

His population is still too small, but he is unwilling to expand without limit, so he can only take it slowly.