Chapter 612 You three really deserve to die

"So you three almost demolished the underground palace because of this incident, and after you made a big fuss, the broken ceiling fell down, hitting the second brother Roland half to death, and finally caused a huge explosion?"

Looking at the three unfortunate creatures in front of him, Malcador sighed deeply like an old mother, and patted the frightened and furious Second Primarch Roland behind him:

"You are really strong, young man. Don't sleep in a cardboard box anymore. Find a place where normal people hang out. If it weren't for this explosion, I wouldn't have known you were still in Holy Terra."

After being soothed by Malcador's psychic power, Roland gradually relaxed his tense nerves. He didn't know why he was so timid despite his size. It was rare for someone to be so socially anxious.

Turning his head again to look at the three people who caused all this, Malcador lit his pipe, rubbed his eyes that were red from overwork, and by the way, pulled Roland out who wanted to get into the closet again, and threw him onto the sofa next to him.

"Tell me, give me an explanation, or you three losers will never be able to enter the underground hive again in your lifetime."

It was obvious that Makado was really angry. No one would be in a good mood if they were awakened by an explosion during their break. The only one day off a month was completely ruined, which made the Chosen Workers completely angry.

Based on the stereotype, Malcador looked at Magnus first. After all, the remaining two guys were too slick, and their ability to confuse right and wrong was no worse than his, while Magnus seemed much more honest in comparison.

"Old Ma, you don't know that my father and Hogg have gone crazy, and Old Deng wants to go to the subspace to kidnap people. Let's not talk about whether the evil god of the subspace has the concept of loyalty and righteousness. You have to have a target when you kidnap people!
Even if you really found a target, why would you bring him back? You are not the god of the minotaurs, are you going to mess with the Emperor's spirit? The current situation is already the best. Although the minotaurs won't say anything, at least they won't create any more Chaos Cultists and massacre and sacrifice the entire planet.

As for the other three, I don't want to say anything. It's like believing in some pure little elves in the Warp. Do they care about so-called hostages? I think my father is just idle and has a problem. I think he should be made into a government servitor. With his ability, he can directly liberate everyone. "

The words were rough but the logic was there. When Magnus made a proposal, Malcador was actually tempted. He thought that as the chancellor of the empire, he had to calculate the time even for drinking tea, while the emperor was like nothing had happened and had even time to cause trouble, he was so angry that he wanted to give his old friend a cane.

The most important thing is that Malcador thinks that the Emperor's idea is extremely stupid. The Great Demon is not a fool. Even if he can't make it, there is still the Burning Legion as a personnel recycling market. To put it nicely, your reputation in the warp is not very good, Neos. To put it bluntly, your reputation has become a mess.

He quickly drank a cup of hot tea to lower his blood pressure, and then Malcador motioned for Magnus to continue, asking him to tell him what that bastard Hogg was going to do.

"Hey, Hogg is even crazier. He actually wants to create intelligent AI!"

Hearing the words "intelligent AI", Malcador picked up his cane and chopped it on Hogg's head, causing a ball of ketchup to explode on the spot:

"I think you are really looking for death. Have you forgotten the situation in the original deduction? How did the Iron Man Rebellion happen? I see you don't remember it at all, and you are an intelligent AI. If you dare to mention these words again, I will check the taxes of your Black Watch." The other Hoggs were not afraid. Checking taxes could cost him his life. Think about it, the Emperor was so stupid that he actually gave the job of collecting taxes to Black Watch.

During that time, Blackwatch was rampant and took kickbacks to the point of being overwhelmed, which made the Imperials understand the holy saying that taxation and death are inevitable. Even though this right was later taken back by Malcador and Blackwatch no longer collected taxes by force, Blackwatch itself was not clean. They made their fortune by taking kickbacks and spending money.

But if he was caught right now, that would not be Hogg's style, so he continued to be stubborn:

"Bullshit, you simply cannot understand my wisdom. Things are different now. I have become a genuine cosmic star god. Now I have updated to a brand new version, and I have also obtained a technological patch from the Dog Empire period. Just believe me!"

Magnus was okay, after all, he had not experienced the Iron Man Rebellion. But the Emperor and that old man Malcador were different. Not only had they witnessed the Iron Man Rebellion, they were also eyewitnesses of it. They were almost suffering from PTSD, and they became worried when they heard the words "intelligent AI". No matter how Hogg described the development prospects, there was only one word - they disagreed!

And this time, not only the Emperor and Malcador, but even Roland, who was sleeping on the sofa, jumped up and said that it would be better to forget about intelligent AI. At least 80% of the reason for the destruction of the Second Legion was the Ai rebellion passed down from the ancestors of the cat people.

Another plan that could have destroyed the empire was rejected. Malcador rubbed his temples and quickly drank a cup of black tea. He took a full half minute to calm down before turning his gaze to Magnus:

"What about you? My great Red King, before I get mad to death, please tell me about your amazing wisdom."

Magnus laughed and said, "What are you talking about, old Ma? How could I possibly piss you off to death? I am a sensible person. How could I be as crazy as these two bastards?"
"Malcador, my idea is much more reliable. I plan to develop the Warp. First, I will build a wall in the Warp to protect the Empire from Chaos. Then, I will set up a magic network behind the wall. As long as we are well prepared, every psychic can use psychic power without any scruples.

Think about it, Malcador. As a truly powerful unit on the battlefield, each Librarian can determine the direction of the battlefield. As long as we have more psykers, the dark side of the empire will be a simple matter. Maybe we can even break out of the galaxy and conquer the universe!
"Alas! What are you looking for, Old Ma? Why are you blushing? Do you want the great Red King to help you find it?"

Watching Makado trembling as he fumbled around his body, he finally took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and poured it into his mouth. After eating it, his face turned from red to blue, and then from blue to white, which made Hogg want to taste it as well.

But soon Hogg didn't want to taste it anymore, because Malcador, who had taken antihypertensive drugs, picked up the adamantine crutch stained with his blood, and with a look of madness on his face, he started beating Magnus wildly, making sure that the little brother weighing one and a half tons did not fall down. If there was a grading system, it would be at least SSS+.

As the adamantine staff broke, Malcador, who looked like a demon descended from the earth, roared and sent Magnus flying into the palace with a psychic magic fist. He pointed at Hogg and the Emperor and cursed:
"Get lost! Don't let me see you bastards in the palace."

(End of this chapter)