Chapter 749: The Beginning of Chaos

"Alas. You have to learn to compromise and share, and don't always shrink in the corner alone."

"Although my former partners have either died of old age or left you, I am still here, right?"

Seeing that there was no movement in the dark corner for a long time, Malcador rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the double-headed eagle staff and walked towards the corner covered by shadows.

Alas.

A sigh echoed in the palace, and the guards stopped all at once, listening carefully to the tension and worry in the sigh. They hoped to relieve the worries of the Emperor, but after realizing that they were powerless, they could only continue to work in the webway with guilt and sadness.

The sisters of silence who worked with them were very dissatisfied. They were born anti-psychics, so they naturally could not hear the sigh of the Emperor. In their eyes, this was the guards slacking off at work.

"Work hard!" The head sister of silence expressed her thoughts with fast and powerful sign language.

"Come out quickly."

At Malcador's urging, the Emperor reluctantly stepped out of the shadows, his brows not relaxed just because the webway was about to be completed.

Malcador knew what the Emperor was worried about, so he asked Valdor to temporarily withdraw, used psychic energy to isolate the room, and created a chessboard.

The two began to play chess again, and this time it was Malcador who spoke first.

"Is it because of the prophecy?"

"Half of my children will betray me." The Emperor rubbed his brows while playing, "Tzeentch, that bastard, is walking around the webway and reminding me of this all the time."

"We should have made preparations long ago, deliberately marginalized several primarchs, or even abandoned them directly." Malcador said expressionlessly.

"No. I don't believe in any bullshit prophecy. They are my children and they will do their best." The Emperor made another move.

"Sometimes things don't go as you wish. Maybe they are not as tenacious and brave as you think. They are also fragile and they need help." Malcador could not continue, because the Emperor raised his head and looked into Malcador's eyes.

"They need help, so who will help me? I have limited energy and cannot do everything myself."

"I refuse to believe in prophecy." The Emperor took another step, "prophecy is just a cowardly escape from reality. I don't believe that everything woven by the Four Gods will come true."

The Emperor was silent for a while, adjusted his mood and tone and continued, "When the Webway can operate stably, humans will no longer rely on the Warp, but this is not the point. One day we will find a way to leave the Webway and get Angron out of the trouble of the Butcher's Nail. In the days of peace, we will forge ahead, we will find loopholes and make up for the shortcomings, and we will correct the chaos. In short, we will realize justice and a future full of hope."

The Emperor said with some joy, and his fingers burst into psychic sparks, sketching a vivid picture in the air.

"Really good." Malcador sighed.

"You will sit on the throne and watch us travel. We will hold a family movie party every Sunday and send you a video tape." The Emperor suddenly smiled. In Malcador's eyes, he looked like he deserved a beating.

But this was just a joke. In the Emperor and Malcador's plan, the throne would be maintained by the two of them in turn. Although Magnus could do this, the Emperor was not willing to lock his child on the throne for hundreds or even thousands of years.

He was just a child after all.

"I won."

Malcador suddenly woke up from the picture woven by the Emperor. He looked down at the chessboard and found that he had been checked.

This guy used psychic power to cheat again.

Malcador didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He coughed and laughed several times. The Emperor also came over and supported Malcador's back with his big hand.

After a long time, Malcador looked at the Emperor meaningfully, with advice and sadness in his eyes, "You are too greedy."

"I know." The Emperor smiled and didn't say much.

Lin Fan couldn't hold back when he saw this.

The more beautiful their vision of the future was, the warmer the scene of their interaction was, and the greater the sadness Lin Fan felt.

"Will the subject cry?" The onlooker was curious about this.

"Maybe if you continue to broadcast, I will cry."

"Okay." The onlooker decided to give it a try.

The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, and Magnus's psychic communication shattered the barrier of the webway.

"Horus has betrayed!"

The psychic communication floated in the webway under the throne, and the broken space cracks and twisted miracle mechanical wreckage became a monument of ridicule.

The guards and silent sisters stationed there were in great danger. They not only had to survive the catastrophic collapse of the webway, but also had to fight their way out of the ocean of demons.

They can't kill them. The demons are endless. They can flood the Webway in one moment and Terra in the next.

"Hahaha~~"

The laughter passed through the air and reached the Emperor's ears. He looked at the huge hole left after the Webway was broken, and saw Tzeentch's playful smile in the ocean of the Warp where demons emerged.

Chaos has won, and the Great Crusade is heading for failure.

I overestimated the ability of my sons and underestimated the extent of the Warp's interference with reality.

I thought Terra's defenses were indestructible, but Tzeentch just gently pushed Magnus's back and the entire defense line fell apart.

"You are too greedy."

This time it was Tzeentch who spoke.

The Emperor blinked and clenched his fists. He released all his anger and led the army to cut off the waves of demon attacks again and again.

When a demon was exiled back to the warp, ten times and a hundred times his kind rushed forward. Even if the cooperation between the Imperial Guard and the Sisters of Silence was perfect, and the firepower network woven by the mortal legions and the Titan Adeptus was impenetrable, their power to resist the demons was inevitably weakened due to fatigue and casualties.

There are also twisted and unspeakable horrors among the demons. These ancient evils are almost a collection of some concepts in the warp.

Draknion, the end of the Empire and the rise of the first murder of mankind, destroyed a joint force composed of the Imperial Guard, the Sisters of Silence, and the Warhound Titan as soon as he appeared.

He controlled a plunderer Titan and destroyed a seriously injured warlord Titan. He took over a ruling sage and destroyed an unrepeatable Imperial Guard Dreadnought.

Draconion, transformed into a Stone Age chieftain, pierced the Emperor, laughing wildly that today was the day the Emperor would die.

The Emperor tore the demon from his body, threw him at the Tribune of the Custodians, Endinion, and sealed the demon in his body.