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

Although he was a little puzzled as to why Guilliman had such rich emotions, Su Can still told him about another plan.

"what?"

"The original design of Nest City World was a very clean and efficient integrated design of living and industry. However, this design requires the assistance of super AI. Now, you only have nests without AI, and they have become a huge blob."

Su Can was quite helpless about this. He then glanced down at Macurag. There was no nest city here, so the environment had been kept in a pretty good condition.

"You want to activate Hatred Intelligence... um, AI?"

Upon hearing Su Can's words, Guilliman's eyebrows twitched.

"What are you talking about? How can you call it AI? This is clearly a loyal machine soul. Don't talk nonsense if you don't know."

"........."

Upon hearing Su Can's answer, Guilliman wore a constipated expression.

"By the way, if you ever return to Holy Terra, remember to bring a clown with you."

Just then, Su Can reminded him that bringing along a clown was like planting a spies around Guilliman.

Wherever the Masked Fool, or rather, almost every traveler on the path of joyful destiny, arrives, a tavern door can be opened.

If this person encounters any danger, he can go to their aid. He can also take the opportunity to return to Holy Terra; he's quite curious about that place.

"Okay, so what are these clowns doing?"

Hearing Su Can's words, Guilliman also became curious. According to Evelyn, these clowns seemed to be carrying out a secret grand plan.

"Keep it a secret..."

Hearing this, Su Can smiled, because if he wasn't mistaken, the masks he had given to these spirit race members had already caused a huge uproar among them.

..........

Meanwhile, deep within the web, in the place Ahriman had always dreamed of—the Black Library.

"Hahaha, interesting. Very interesting. Humanity actually has a god hidden. That god is really well hidden. Is it possible that even the dark powers of the warp don't know about it?"

Just then, a gigantic clown began to laugh loudly, holding a huge mask in his hand.

"How did he manage to compete with the Prince of Pleasure for the definition of pleasure? And his power doesn't come from the subspace, but from the physical universe."

At this moment, a clown was also looking at the mask in his hand in disbelief, and he was very curious about all of this.

"It's just a pity I can't wear this mask. First, I don't know if he can accept me. More importantly, if I succeed, I will be immediately detected by the dark power of the subspace. At that time, a battle for the path will break out directly. This god is still too weak."

At this moment, the giant clown also put down the mask in his hand and said with great regret, "He is the Laughing God of the Eldar, the Laughing God of the last glory of the Ida gods."

Although he wanted to wear the mask, he was certain that Slaanesh was still searching for him. Even though Slaanesh couldn't find him, he could still sense him subtly, but if he put on the mask...

Putting aside the question of whether a being that has lived for 60 million years would burst the mask, if he did so, he would very likely be noticed by Slaanesh.

An even more terrible war might break out by then, which is still too early for this god.

"What will be his end, Star God? But no, it feels even more terrifying than those shattered Star Gods."

Just then, the clown kept muttering to himself, expressing his curiosity about this person's future.

but........

“Listen up, everyone. Put on this mask. Convey your joys and sorrows to the universe. The path to pleasure is not just about countless thrills. All joys and sorrows are part of the world. Now, follow its commands.”

At this moment, the God of Laughter also issued orders to all the bean sprouts, even though he couldn't see what the future held.

But could anything be worse than the Eldar now, as long as this path can be spread throughout the entire universe? Then they will no longer fear the Slaanesh's pursuit of their Eldar. Therefore, in order to pave this path, Sirega doesn't mind sending his followers to join him.

Moreover, the other party has already offered their bargaining chips, so at least he won't have to take such a huge risk to steal people from Slaanesh anymore.

"Yes."

Following west Lego's command, all the bean sprouts put on masks that Su Can had made specifically for them.

...........

Meanwhile, Su Can, who was on the Ark talking to Guilliman, was also stunned for a moment.

"Interesting. It seems they've gone all in. As expected of the last glory of the Ida Gods, they never hesitate when it's time to strike, and they never regret their moves."

"Yes, I just reached an agreement with their God of Laughter."

"What are you saying, Ida Goddess?"

PS: I'll only post one update today. Also, since this is now a secret forum, I can only see your comments in the background.

Chapter 107 Ultimate Necromancer

As all those bean sprouts put on their masks, they became the beings at the very top of their destiny.

Su Can could clearly feel that his path to happiness had been broadened considerably in an instant.

The only thing that made him feel sorry was that the God of Laughter did not wear the mask himself, which made him feel a little disappointed.

However, he didn't say much, probably because that guy had his own concerns. Moreover, the existence of the God of Laughter was too immense, and Su Can wasn't sure if he could handle it with his current strength.

However, it was clear that although the God of Laughter appeared frivolous, he was meticulous in his actions and had a long-term plan. He didn't risk taking it himself, but instead chose to let his clowns carry it out.

"The big clown is coming."

At this moment, Su Can couldn't help but mutter to himself, "The Big Clown is the leader of the clowns. Basically, his physical combat strength is among the top of the Eldar. In addition, the clowns are stronger than the rookie Imperial Guards. This guy is basically on par with the Imperial Guard Marshal Tula. Even the Primarch would suffer a great loss if he wasn't careful when facing them."

"The leader of the clown troupe, and what deal they made with them."

Guilliman was somewhat surprised because Su Can didn't seem to be hiding anything. However, he wasn't surprised that Su Can knew so much, and he even found it normal that Su Can knew many little-known secrets that even their Primarchs didn't know about each other.

After all, with a certain 'prophetic' weasel spirit leading the way, such predictions about the past are relatively easy to make.

Moreover, this was the emperor of an ancient human kingdom. While his mastery of psychic abilities might not rival that of an emperor, it was certainly far superior to that of the brilliant Magnus. It was perfectly normal for him to know these things.

"You don't need to know that. They are not on equal footing with me. They have always been asking me for favors. And have you considered the suggestion I made before? Do you need me to help you capture some Myriad Transformation Demon Lords to work for you?"

"You'd better stop joking. Just because your era wasn't too chaotic and corrupt doesn't mean this era isn't."

Upon hearing Su Can's words, Guilliman decisively shook his head. One Great Limiter was already enough of a headache for him; if another one came along, he would start to doubt whether he or Abaddon was more blasphemous.

"Don't worry, Tzeentch's faction tacitly avoids targeting people in your Holy Terra's Ministry of Internal Affairs, because, as far as I know, one of Tzeentch's shapeshifters has infiltrated your Holy Terra's Ministry of Internal Affairs and successfully become an employee."

"what?"

Guilliman and Calgar were both stunned by Su Can's words. They knew that the Chaos Corruption was pervasive, but this was just too exaggerated.

Keep in mind that the Ministry of State Affairs of Holy Terra is located inside the palace, extremely close to the Golden Throne. Is he really not afraid of the Emperor destroying him?

You must understand that being killed by the Emperor is a true death. Back during the Internet Wars, the Imperial Guards were almost exhausted to death, but after the Emperor came to their aid and cleared the screen, everything went quiet.

That's because the emperors at that time were already able to completely kill the demons, and even the powerful dark forces behind them couldn't resurrect them.

"Is there a problem with Holy Terra?"

At this moment, Calga said with some surprise, "It's obvious that no one knows when this story started."

Of course, that's pretty much true in reality. This is what GW himself said, not something Su Can fabricated about history.

"Well, how should I put it? That shapeshifter eventually reported himself to the Inquisition as a demon and asked the Inquisition to banish him."

"........."

After Su Can finished speaking, the two men looked at each other in bewilderment. The situation had completely exceeded their expectations; had this guy really not engaged in any corruption or sacrifice?

"What was the final outcome of the trial?"

By this time, Calga had already guessed the outcome. Given the Tribunal's style, they would definitely carry out a bloodbath against that particular department within the Ministry of the Interior, and the entire department might even be permanently abolished.

Then, because this department was abolished, countless documents accumulated. These documents were then slowly redistributed to other departments, a process that could last for decades or even centuries.

The ultimate result could be the destruction of several worlds that should have been saved—this is the daily reality of empires.

"Well, how should I put it? The court thought that 'person' might have gone crazy from revising the documents, so in the end they did nothing."

"........."

"........."

Upon hearing Su Can's words, everyone in the hall, except for Su Can himself, was stunned. Guilliman, Calgar, and even Zhenzhu, who managed Su Can's affairs, all wore the same expression. They all felt the world was already a cesspool enough, but they realized they had underestimated it.

"In the end, the demon died from exhaustion on duty, or rather, it's not quite accurate to say he died from exhaustion. Demons need to constantly replenish their souls to remain in the physical universe, and that guy clearly gave up replenishing his soul and exiled himself."

"......"

Hearing this, Guilliman was completely stunned. He knew that the world had gone utterly insane. But he had underestimated the extent of this world's madness; it was something even Tzeentch, the demon, couldn't tolerate.

"Oh, and I should add something. As far as I know, there's a punishment within the Tzeentch faction called spending one hundred years in hiding at the Holy Terra Ministry of the Interior."

"Forget it, stop talking, I don't want to!!!"

Upon hearing Su Can's words, Guilliman shook his head vigorously.

What he didn't know was that his compatibility with Tzeentch was actually quite high, not to mention that they were both blue. The main point was that during the Plague Wars, Tzeentch told nine truths, and Guilliman believed them all.

It's fair to say that even Tzeentch himself wouldn't believe the nine things he said, but Guilliman did.

They are both outstanding—one dares to speak, and the other dares to believe; they are like a dragon and a phoenix.

"Cough cough cough, do you still have any of that virus? Could you give me a batch, for emergency use...?"

At that moment, Guilliman was also somewhat embarrassed, even though this thing was blasphemous and morally reprehensible.

But there's no doubt that it's really useful; Guilliman is now basically a lone commander.

Although Macragge still has a considerable number of Ultra Warriors, and at least 10,000 Ultra Warrior reserves, these are the ones who have had their gene-seeds transplanted, but haven't completed the entire surgery.

According to the rules, this wouldn't be considered an Astartes, which is why, ten thousand years ago, Guilliman was able to turn the tide and launch a counterattack against 300,000 men after losing 120,000 and then another 120,000.

But now he also learned something else from Su Can: with the unfolding of the Great Rift, the only high-speed, safe passage connecting the Holy Frontier of the Empire and the Dark Side, the Vigilant Star, has been established. Therefore, Guilliman is preparing to send Calgar with a portion of his troops to garrison there, which will undoubtedly become another important battlefield.

It could even become an apocalyptic battlefield, so he couldn't take all his power with him, not to mention that the five hundred worlds of Alteramar were not peaceful either.

The small starlight that Danteok detonated initially drew the Tyranids to this location, making this a crucial passageway for the Tyranid swarm's invasion of the galaxy. They must have sufficient strength to defend this place, or they will truly be wiped out.

After all, the swarm basically doesn't travel through subspace; it travels purely in the physical universe at faster-than-light speeds. And don't ask why it can achieve faster-than-light speeds; just consider it the power of the Great Devourer.

Their faster-than-light travel is similar to Su Can's; they need a stable route. After all, celestial bodies are constantly in motion, and once you enter faster-than-light travel, you have no way to observe the situation along the way.

condition.

They might end up crashing into planets or even stars, so they have no way to change their course at will.

Take, for example, the Forged World Griffith IV, which is a Forged World from ten thousand years ago. Its defensive capabilities are terrifying, so this kind of world is the kind that the Tyranid swarm avoids altogether.

But since he was on the Zerg's supply route, which led directly to Hallowed Terra, and it involved the Zerg's grand plan, they gritted their teeth and forced him to take it.

After all, if they were in their shipping lanes, they would suffer heavy losses if they were attacked from behind.

Therefore, neither the Zerg swarm nor the Ultramarines had any choice; they could not possibly abandon this vital shipping lane.

All I can say is that in this shitty universe, apart from Titan, who knows nothing about this galaxy and the entire galaxy, all other races feel like they are going against the grain.

Overall, Guilliman had very few troops at his disposal, or even none at all.

So even though he knew it was blasphemous and morally reprehensible, Guilliman still decided to use it.

"Okay, very good. I told you my product was valuable, but you didn't believe me."

Hearing this, Su Can was also very happy, after all, these were all his own works. It was very fulfilling for him to have people like them.

After all, nothing could bring him more joy than the surprise his creations could provide to aliens and even heretics!

"Why........"

Upon hearing Su Can's words, Zhenzhu sighed somewhat helplessly.

Even as a former necromancer technician, she found Su Can utterly insane. And whatever he produced always ended up as a massive firecracker; she had no idea what he was trying to blow up.

"Since you have such high ideological awareness, then come with me, and I will give you another batch of surprise troops."

Just then, Su Can stood up and snapped his fingers. A teleportation array immediately appeared in the hall, and Su Can, along with Zhenzhu, stepped onto it. Guilliman and Calga exchanged a glance and followed.

Soon, with a flash of light, the group disappeared from the main hall, and then reappeared in a huge warehouse.

Then..........

"Huff, huff, huff..."

At this moment, Guilliman and Calga were both stiff and took a few deep breaths.

"You, you, you............"

At this moment, Guilliman stretched out his hand and pointed shakily into the distance.