I'm a magnetic field madman

The Silent King certainly understood the meaning of "raising a tiger to one's own detriment," but the threat posed by the Tyranid swarm was clearly greater than that of humans.

The vast swarm of insects, threatening to engulf the entire galaxy, is a far greater problem than a small race that might have a chance to grow.

As for the Eldar? The Silent King never took these old rivals seriously—if they could still make such a mess of things after being given galactic dominance, this race has no future. Even if they were given a hundred or a thousand more chances, this race would still inevitably fall to the bottom!

As for humans? In the Silent King's view, they are no different from the Elven race... If anything, they are simply very lucky.

Slaanesh devoured the Eldar, but the Dark Lord refused to accept this outcome. Apart from that, humans and Eldar were all the same to the Silent Lord.

They were just as vulnerable and wretched as they had been when they were the fearful of death.

"The balance of the universe?" the Emperor asked quietly.

"You hope to use those beings who manipulate the rules of the universe to balance it, and that's not unbelievable... but you know very well that even the rules of the universe have their limits." The Silent King said with a playful tone.

"All interests will ultimately converge on the largest one at the top of the spire. You humans call it the Matthew effect; your plan will ultimately only result in breeding some 'carbon-based celestial beings.'"

At this point, the Silent King shook his head and said...

"I don't object to your plan, but you know best whether things will get out of control without your intervention. In any case, it's a problem for you humans and Eldar in the galaxy, and we won't care."

"But it doesn't matter. We'll take all the Star God fragments with us before we leave the galaxy. Because if new ecological niches can fill their places... then these fragments won't have any reason to exist."

The Silent King spoke of the Star God Fragments with obvious cruelty and pleasure, clearly hoping that the Emperor's plan would succeed.

After all, if that's the case, they can complete their revenge in full.

If it weren't for the need to maintain the balance of the universe, they would have wiped out all the Star Gods tens of millions of years ago.

Having solved the problem of the balance of the physical universe, we now turn to the subspace.

Clearly, even after gaining a soul, the Silent King had little interest in such nonsense.

He would be happy to help the Emperor close the Eye of Fear, provided that another episode of Warp diarrhea doesn't reopen the stitched wound.

"I have regained control of the Tomb Killer."

The Silent King sounded somewhat disgusted when he said this, and it's understandable that he felt that way...

After all, the way humans and Eldar have exploited the legacy they left behind over the years is utterly appalling.

That idiot Abaddon was incredibly foolish to see the Tomb Raider as a simple planet-destroying weapon and a hard rock. And the Eldar?

They're no better off!

The black stone arrays and fortresses (Crypt Killers) left by the Necromancers in the galaxy could have stitched together the Eye of Terror and suppressed the warp waves even after the birth of the Slaanesh...

However, it is clear that neither the Eldar nor the humans were able to seize this opportunity within ten thousand years.

Since they can't do it, the Silent King doesn't mind giving them a little shock of necromancy technology!

"I've sealed the eye of the vortex; only this great rift remains." The Silent King looked up at the enormous, deep purple crack and sighed...

"From the moment our great enemy first tore open this rift between the heavens and the physical universe in order to defeat the Star God and us, until now, its size and scope have expanded by hundreds of millions of times."

One Tomb Killer would have been enough, but now I need to mobilize the entire galaxy's dynasties to operate simultaneously.

The wound in the Eye of Fear may not look much different from the rift torn open by the Old Ones...

However, the fact that the scale of the crack in the Gate of Cardia spread across half of the galaxy shows just how badly the "wound" in this physical universe has deteriorated.

Even the Silent King, a surgeon, felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing such a scar...

"Even if we mobilize all the current Tomb Assassins, we can at most force the Great Rift to close up—but the price will be that the entire galaxy and even most of your star sector will become a ghost-exorcising dead zone."

The Silent King paused for a moment, then removed the mask of Saint Gilles, revealing his face, which was weary, utterly weary.

He did not allow himself to obtain a soul through the source of the fire. Perhaps the Silent King already possessed a soul, or perhaps it was because the Silent King believed that he was not yet qualified to obtain a soul.

"But even so, the stitching of the Great Rift can only be maintained for no more than 15,000 of your Terra's revolution periods."

The emperor remained silent for a moment, perhaps because the answer given by the Silent King was somewhat cruel.

But the emperor already knew that once imbalance begins, it is an extremely difficult thing to mend the fence after the sheep have escaped.

Fifteen thousand years, which means that even if emperors make the final sacrifice, humanity can only enjoy a mere fifteen thousand years of peace.

After that, the waves of the subspace will inevitably be stirred up again... And in these 15,000 years, will the physical universe be able to achieve a balance with the subspace?

Will this hell ever return to what it was meant to be?

The Emperor could not see that future, just as he could no longer see that long future after the moment the network shattered.

Trusting the wisdom of future generations is an irresponsible act, but as an emperor, he had no other choice.

"Then let's do it that way," the Emperor said softly.

"This is all I can do. I can only place my hopes on my offspring and on humanity itself."

He has guided humanity through 40,000 years, and the path ahead can only be explored by humanity itself.

“Perhaps I should change my opinion of you.” The Silent King chuckled softly, then handed him the mask of Saint Gilles…

“Take him away. I’ve always felt that he’s more suited to be an emperor than you.”

The emperor stared at Saint Gilles' mask, speechless for a long time.

169. The Departure of the Bone Crusher

"Quack, so incredibly boring!!"

Within the Extreme Starfield, after the Bonebreaker's pursuit of the White Scar Primarch failed once again... in a fit of rage and frustration, he smashed a massive ancient colossus to pieces with a single blow!

The orcish prophet was annoyed and very unhappy!

It wasn't just because those two annoying shrimps were making fun of him like they were flying kites around, but also because this war—didn't meet his expectations!

Whether it's the Orks or the Kork, whether it's the degenerated Greenskins or the ancient Orcs... what has actually changed is only the extent of their power and the completeness of their technology.

Deep down, in their very souls, they are essentially a group of optimistic war enthusiasts.

Without war, they would wither away; without war, they truly would fade away!

These human shrimps clearly didn't want to fight Octarius.

They are delaying the Orcish Empire's advance, dragging them into this meat grinder... and yet they always manage to avoid any possible large-scale direct conflict with them.

This result allowed them to occupy a large number of tiny planets—but so what?

These shrimps would rather sacrifice those worlds, even ruthlessly blowing up planets and their inhabitants, than engage in a large-scale, direct war with them.

Without sufficient war, the Bonebreakers cannot satisfy themselves, much less the great Brother Gao and Brother Mao!

Even though he was chosen as the Great Prophet, the Orc Emperor, and possessed unparalleled magnetic power, he felt like ants were crawling all over his body if he wasn't addicted to war for even a day!

In the past, the Bonebreaker could have convinced himself to use tactical thinking to drag things out with these shrimps—in the end, he would always come out ahead, it was just a matter of time.

But right now he simply doesn't have the time!

More than once, Brother Mao roared at him from the turbulent sea of ​​subspace—a greater war, a more magnificent war, awaited him!

The thought of another, even bigger and more waiver-like war in another place—the Bonebreakers—makes me incredibly itchy!

And those damn bean sprouts are awful too.

The virus they released was specifically designed to target the orcs' characteristics as "fungi"...

The psionic plagues that originated from the ancient Eldar used to exterminate the Greenskins have significantly delayed and damaged the Orcish Empire's progress.

Of course, orcs are absolutely not afraid of any damn casualties... but delaying the war is fucking unbearable!

This unpleasant war was worse than when the Bonecrusher fought Old One-Eye!

At least that old one-eyed man is a good opponent!

The Bonebreaker pondered for a long time, alone in this vacuum, lost in thought for a very long time. No one dared to disturb the Great Prophet, not even another chosen one of Mao's brothers, Warboss Volkan.

After pondering for about three days, the Bonebreaker came up with the answer.

"I think we should go to a bigger battlefield and pursue even greater waaaaagh!!"

The Bonebreaker roared and decisively prepared to advance.

He forcibly separated seventy percent of the power of Octarius of the Orcish Empire...

After ordering the tech lads to modify all the orc warships and battle moons to the standards of the Rampage Freaks, they sailed into the depths of the warp without hesitation.

Of course, they didn't have any Geller Stance or anything like that to protect themselves; orcs never use that sissy stuff! Those damn demons are just trash!

Strangely enough, not a single foolish subspace unborn individual dared to interfere with the Bonebreakers' advance along the way.

Perhaps it was because Mao Erge beat up all those annoying things...

It's also possible that those annoying things are hoping to see the Bonebreaker give them a big one.

But it doesn't matter. As long as there's a battle, the Bonebreaker will be extremely happy!

Before setting off, he had also invited Warboss, but the Warboss, who was on par with the Bonecrusher, declined the Bonecrusher's invitation to participate in the Great Waaagh.

He said he was going to set off outside the Milky Way to participate in an even bigger Waaagh, to Waaaagh forever with the inexhaustible worms.

It's perfectly reasonable. Although the Bonebreaker is well aware of what his former brother, who used to be a shrimp, really thinks, how rebellious and abnormal he is, why should he care?

All the Bonebreaker wanted was a good waaaagh; he didn't care about anything else!

Thus, this crisis, the war that raged across the eastern part of the galaxy, ended in such an anticlimactic manner.

After nearly two years of wreaking havoc in the Limitless Starfield, the entire Orcish Empire fled into the warp under the leadership of the Great Prophet to seek even greater amusement.

The Ultramarines and White Scars, who suffered heavy losses in this war, were no longer able to participate in the subsequent wars on a legion-scale basis.

The White-Scar Primarch Chagatai Khan and the Returning Space Wolf Primarch Lemanus...

Together with the Bloodlust Grand Master Lacas of the Dark Eldar, they approached the new Orc Emperor Volkan, who was preparing to leave the galaxy.

No one knows what they discussed, but all that is known is that the Dionysian Spear that Lemanus rediscovered ultimately remained there.

When the salamanders inquired about the whereabouts of their genetic father, Lemanus's answer was simple.

Vokhan will return, Vokhan will return sooner or later, but now, he must dedicate himself to a greater cause.

Even if that might mean leaving the Milky Way, leaving behind one's former home.

There is no sacrifice too great to be accepted, including yours, ours, and even the Emperor's.

The galaxy has never stopped, even after the problem of the Orc Empire was resolved...

The two Primarchs, along with a large number of Primarch Space Marines dispatched by Guilliman and the Imperial Expeditionary Force at his command, set out to fight the war to expel the Terra swarm from the Misty Sector.

War, war never ends...

"War, conflict, destruction, it will never end as long as the world is still dominated by irrational life."

Midgard, the demon world that was once filled with steel buildings, factories, and wastelands, has now completely changed...

It turned into metal, into steel, into a world made up of pure, cold machines.

It's like the world engine of a space necromancer, but perhaps even more extreme... because the darkness surrounded by countless machines is something that would terrify even demons.

At the heart of this steel world, upon that throne, Primarch Peturabo, who had completely mechanized and digitized his body, whispered.

Primarch? Whether he can even be called a Primarch now is another matter entirely.

Having completely abandoned his physical body, and discarded all the genes and complexities that the emperor had created for him, Peturabo's body was now entirely forged by him personally.

He once completed his journey from Primarch to Demon Lord by analyzing the state of Angron...

Perturabo believed that Ascension was a path for Primarchs to ascend to higher realms of life.

Through the sacrifice of the steel cage, he successfully transformed into a chaotic demon prince, making up for the original essence that Fugen had once plundered from him.

But he was not satisfied. Or rather, after completing his ascension, Perturabo gained a deeper understanding of the nature of chaos and believed that this was not a higher path, but rather a wrong path forward!

He was nothing like Loka; he wouldn't feel smug about not serving any of the Chaos Gods.

Perturabo is cruel and rational, especially after becoming a demon prince; he is so rational that he doesn't seem like a demon prince at all.

Becoming pure warp life is by no means an evolution for the Primarchs; on the contrary, it is merely a path of tragic degeneration.

Before they became Primarchs, they were purely warp concepts... The so-called Ascension brings no progress whatsoever; it merely regresses them to their very beginning.

So Peturabo began to pursue more.

The more Peturab studied chaos, the clearer his understanding of the subspace and reality became.

And so he grew increasingly disgusted and loathed all of this annoying stuff.