I'm a magnetic field madman

The origins of those biotechnology samples and genes are self-evident—the aliens' rebellion is, in fact, a form of righteous revenge.

The Emperor abhorred biological modification for this very reason; he could not accept biological applications that were too insane and went beyond ethics.

Even during the conquest of Terra, the Emperor would never allow any warlord involved in this matter to survive.

But the Emperor was indeed hypocritical—he despised bio-engineering, yet he rose to power through it!

From the initial Custodians, to the mass-produced, powerful but unstable Thunder Warriors, and later the powerful and stable Space Marines, whose limitations were added by the Emperor.

He conquered the entire galaxy with these bio-modified products, yet he feared they would repeat the mistakes of the Dark Ages.

He forbade the Astartes from entering the High Lords Council because he intended to gradually let the Astartes wither away in the galaxy after the Great Crusade...

The Astartes will not and cannot receive any further reinforcements... The Emperor will gradually wear these warriors down in the galactic wars.

Then, they will support the forces that belong to normal humans to replace the Astartes.

He certainly wouldn't purge the Space Marines the way he purged the Thunder Marines... but for those Space Marines who fought countless battles for the future of humanity, what difference would such an action be from abandonment and purge?

The saying goes, "When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked." The ruthless emperor was indeed such a contradictory yet resolute person.

Emperors never regret their actions, but they also possess the ability to make changes.

"Leon, the future empire must disintegrate; it is too vast... and an overly large regime, even with stable faster-than-light technology, will be bloated." The Emperor said softly.

“Divide it up, Leon. You and Guilliman deserve your share. Rule over the humans, do it your way, and revitalize them, giving them hope and vitality, instead of leaving them as cold, withered corpses.”

"Don't let him end up like me..."

"No matter what happens to you later, even if you brothers fight amongst yourselves... as long as humanity exists, as long as humanity can still control its own destiny, then everything is worthwhile."

Leon remained silent. He couldn't speak and didn't want to. The Emperor's instructions were tantamount to a betrayal of the empire as a whole... a denial of the vast collective he had built with his own hands.

But what he feared most was the question of what would become of humanity if there were no emperors or empresses.

Leon felt a touch of self-mockery, terrified by the loss of the Emperor—in that respect alone, how was he, the mighty lion, any different from those mortals?

"Vulcan, and those greens, what are you going to do with them?"

Not wanting to continue the discussion on this topic, Leon moved on to another issue...

“Vulcan…that was his choice.” The Emperor sighed, speaking softly…

“It’s not that I couldn’t bring Vulcan back, but that it was indeed a choice that would benefit humanity as a whole for him.”

"You mean you want to become the leader of those green-skinned creatures and lead them out of the galaxy?" Leon frowned.

"This is indeed Vulcan's choice," the Emperor nodded calmly.

"For humanity as a whole, this is the best choice. Vulcan is now God's chosen one, which means he ultimately has the opportunity to become the Great Prophet of Kirk. And if he succeeds, Vulcan plans to take all the Orks out of the galaxy..."

Escaping is the best option for buying time for human development... Compared to the war-loving races created by the ancient sages, the gap between humanity and them is simply too vast...

Moreover, they have far more than just one Orc to compete against throughout the entire galaxy.

Even if chaos is resolved, it's hardly a better situation for humanity as it is today.

Orcs, Terrans, Eldar, and awakened Necromancers—these will all be extremely distressing problems for humanity.

If Vulcan can complete his sacrifice, he can at least solve the problems of the Greenskins and the Tyranids simultaneously, thus gaining a significant time advantage for humanity's development.

Leon looked at the Emperor, trying to see the slightest reluctance and guilt on his face.

However, nothing happened. The Lord of Mankind's expression remained unchanged in the face of Vulcan's sacrifice.

This made Leon feel uncontrollably agitated; their father was undoubtedly a great man...

But an emperor who can sacrifice everything for humanity can also sacrifice his own son without hesitation.

This excessively selfless coldness filled Leon with admiration, but also made him feel even colder.

“But if Vulcan wants to achieve his goal, he must deal with the Bonecrushers.” The Emperor’s gaze turned cold.

“If Chagatai and Lemanrus carry out my orders… they will cooperate with the Eldar to release the plague that once wiped out the orc ruling class, and force the Bonebreakers to move the battlefield through guerrilla warfare.”

He will definitely move on, after all, whether the orcs are the current Orks or the past Kork, their desire for war and their tendency to wither away without it are real characteristics.

The largest Waaaahg in the galaxy is someone the Bonecrushers must participate in, so he must come to Cardia—and the Emperor is waiting for him there.

If the Bonecrusher is killed, then Vulcan will become the sole Great Prophet of Korck...

He would immediately order all the orcs to attack the Leviathan backbone of the Tyranid swarm.

That's war too, and it doesn't go against the will and tide of Mao Zedong. Vulcan also needs to speed things up, because Corax and Angron are gradually becoming unable to withstand the invasion of the Misty Starfield.

The Tyranid swarm—that's a huge problem too; they're the race that benefits most from the Magnetic Field Rotation update…

Compared to other races, they are extremely efficient at mass-producing magnetic field swarms.

Even though any single magnetic field swarm requires ten times the investment of a hive tyrant, the results are more than a hundred times greater.

Faced with the endless wars and problems of the galaxy, even an emperor would feel a profound sense of powerlessness...

hum...

The slightly piercing sound of electronic instruments spread through the air...

The colossal, almost entirely mechanized Great Sage, Kaul, slowly approached and bowed before the Emperor…

"Praise be to you, great Om Messiah."

Leon frowned slightly. He disliked the Mechanicus and the Great Sage who had been tampering with the genes of his offspring for ten thousand years.

But the Emperor waved slightly, signaling Leon to step back, as he had something to explain to "Caul" in person.

The Lion King departed, but Caul slowly rose and stared directly at the Emperor. Such disrespectful behavior could not possibly have come from Caul himself.

"Is this our first meeting? Human witchcraft... the emperor?"

An arrogant, cold, and slightly sarcastic voice came from Kaul's speaker, indicating that the Great Sage's body had been possessed by something.

"Have you come to me seeking surrender, or... seeking a future?"

The emperor's face turned cold. He was very unhappy that his people and loyal subordinates were being controlled by those demons and monsters—but reason told him that he could not take action.

"How do you control Caul's body?" the Emperor asked, bringing up an unrelated topic.

"Don't you know?" A cold laugh came from the "Karl" speaker.

"You personally 'killed' him and sealed him away on Mars. You know perfectly well that this thing is the so-called 'Om Messiah' that these fools worship every day, so don't you know... although it can't receive the faith of those humans, it can receive their 'sacrifices'?"

"The so-called process of transforming flesh and blood is to gradually feed one's soul to the fragments of the void dragon. Even if they can't sense it, aren't they getting closer and closer to us?"

"You allow your people to sacrifice their souls to a broken god! Human emperor, you are just like us, doing the same foolish thing."

The emperor remained silent, but his eyes shone with golden spiritual energy, making the cold sun in the heavens shine even brighter.

There are very few beings in the entire universe who can speak to him in such a manner. And the person before him has the absolute right to do so.

Lord of the Trinity Council, King of the Fearful Dead, and Master of the Necromancers of Space—Szalak the Silent King!

168. The Silent King issued a decree

When the Necromancers of the cosmos were still the Fearless and ruled the galaxy, the governing body of this vast race was known as the Triune Council, headed by the most exalted of the three Fearless.

The Silent King is the most outstanding member of the Three Holy Councils. Traditionally, he never speaks, but instead issues decrees to the other two Holy Kings in the council.

The Silent King and two other Holy Dharma Kings enacted laws that linked the various dynasties of the Dead. The Silent King's words were law, and those who disobeyed faced only death.

Meanwhile, a court of venerables, composed of lower-ranking nobles, advisors, astrologers, and physicians, surrounds the Council of the Three Saints.

In reality, however, the Silent King has always held the most important seat and wielded the most power in the Council of the Three Saints...

Especially after Szalak inherited the throne, the Triune Council under his control was simply referred to by other Death-fearing beings as "the mouthpiece of the Silent King"...

The three holy positions are nominally hereditary, but the lifespan of the deceased, which is only twenty or thirty years, ensures that the title of Silent King can be passed from one dynasty to another very quickly.

But only during the time of Szalak did the war against the Old Ones and the submission to the Star Gods bring about a different concept.

From then on, after the fearful of death gained "eternal life," the Silent King became the Eternal King.

His absolute control over the undead race in space is unshakeable, an absolute judgment determined by his abilities!

However, despite this, after winning the final victory in the War of Heaven by shattering the Star God, the Silent King realized that his actions had brought about the destruction of the entire Fearful Race. Filled with remorse, he chose to exile himself from the Milky Way to find a way to restore his people.

Throughout the entire galaxy, it would be difficult to find a ruler more senior and powerful than Szalak, even the Emperor—in the eyes of the Silent King, was not considered great.

Beneath Caul's body, a small movement occurred, and on a piece of metal, an alien made of steel slowly rose to its feet.

He holds the ancient and sacred Trinity Scepter, its metal casing adorned with symbols of the ancient, fearsome civilization.

The deep green light reflected through those eyes was cold and weary.

Although it was made of metal, its body was actually quite flexible.

The actions of the other space ghosts were characterized by a ruthless yet indomitable spirit, yet every move he made possessed an undeniable vitality.

His body language carried a muscular strength, as if blessed by the gods, and his clothing was simple yet incredibly elegant.

And his face—as if deliberately mocking the Emperor, or perhaps expressing something—Szalak, the undisputed overlord of the undead race hailed as the last and greatest Silent King, wore a golden mask identical to that of Sanguiles.

"The entire galaxy, all races, are living in a hell thanks to you."

Faced with Szalak's disdain, the Emperor remained expressionless and calmly retorted...

This was his first meeting with the Silent King, but no matter what, it was impossible for them to have any good feelings towards each other.

In the eyes of the Silent King, the Emperor was no different from those four utterly useless beings in the Warp: a mortal man who played with witchcraft, and a follower of the old path of the Deathbringers.

In the Emperor's eyes, the Silent King is the very culprit that has caused the entire galaxy to rot to this state!

The ancient saints were wiped out, the war in Heaven shattered the Star Gods, and thanks to these metal skulls, the entire universe was transformed into a purgatory, leaving no hope for any subsequent races.

Even though the space necromancers actually played a significant role in helping humanity, the sins of these culprits made it difficult for the Emperor to eliminate their murderous intent.

“I made a foolish decision for the future of my race.”

Szalak was silent for a moment, and then Kaul, taking over the role of the ruler of death, spoke again in a weary but indifferent tone...

“I made a mistake that led to the extinction of my race, but you, Emperor of Mankind, have no right to rebuke us. We made the wrong decision for the future of our species… and you, you are only one step away from making the same mistake.”

"But no matter what, our newly formed race will not repeat the mistake we should have made a second time... and how can you and your insignificant, young race possibly overcome the trials ahead?"

The Silent King's contempt and arrogance were not without reason; the united space necromancers were so powerful... their incredible technology had long since made the galaxy their own backyard.

Humans are the current rulers of the galaxy, but in their eyes, this young race has only ruled the universe for less than 20,000 years, which is just a fleeting moment in their long lives.

And the Silent King is the most despicable of all. It was his arrogance, his self-righteousness, and his desires that plunged the entire race into an abyss of no return!

He has to take responsibility for all the mess the galaxy is in now!

The Silent King understood this, and that's why he chose to maintain a peaceful relationship with the Emperor.

The proud necromancer would never admit that he would make up for the shortcomings of any lower race...

But even the proud king will do his best to pull the entire galaxy out of hell, out of the mistakes he himself created.

"You want war?" The emperor's gaze was icy, the Imperial Sword at his waist blazing fiercely, and a chilling, burning aura emanated from his body...

"Heh heh heh, you want to fight? Do you dare to fight?" the Silent King mocked.

"The Milky Way is our cultivated backyard, and you are merely temporary tenants. Discussing the legal ownership of the Milky Way is indeed a very tedious matter, but if we want to destroy this garden, what can you do about it?"

The Emperor remained silent. He truly had no solution. Perhaps his ultimate life force was so powerful now, but he certainly couldn't defeat a united race of space undead, or rather, stop them from going mad.

The Silent King's power is beyond question, even though he destroyed the Master Control Agreement...

The technology he possesses, along with the vast amount of resources left behind by the Necromancer Dynasty, are not something the human empire can recklessly challenge.

“But so be it,” the Silent King said calmly, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of his Triune Scepter…

“Just as you said, the sins our race committed are unforgivable. But now there may be a chance to redeem ourselves… I don’t intend to make a wrong decision.”

The Silent King slightly unfurled the metal cloak behind him, approached the Emperor, traced a few stars on the star map with his finger, and continued...

"The main forces of all our dynasties are now heading to the edge of the galaxy to drive away the invading swarms of insects, a task that is expected to take quite some time."

How long is "a considerable period" for the Necromancers in space?

At the very least, for humans, it must be an eternity, so long that the end is nowhere in sight.

Having gained souls through the AllSpark, the life of the Space Necromancers remains "immortal"... As iron-based life forms, they cannot even articulate what lifespan is...

Perhaps their lives will end when they feel so exhausted that they long for eternal sleep.

However, regardless of the circumstances, this period of time will offer humanity countless opportunities...