Chapter 734 Arthas: Yes, that’s it!

"Hogg wants to kill you?"

"Yes, he wants to cut me into pieces and feed me to the dogs!"

The emperor looked nervous, he had never thought that Hogg would betray him, but this rebellious son did not betray him. Instead, he gave him a big trick, he wanted to chop himself off.

Looking at the Emperor Knight slumped on the ground, Malcador inadvertently glanced at the rather dull appearance of the mecha, and then glanced at the big golden guy in the cockpit. Seeing that his old friend did not look fake, he dismissed everyone and asked:
"Is the news reliable?"

"Reliable. I learned about it through that thing. I wanted to open a box for a lucky audience today, but I didn't expect it to be a Necron. This is really unlucky for me. Then do you know what he asked me?"

Makado thought, how would I know what the other person is asking you? Just because you are only halfway through your sentence, I want to chop you with a knife, but I chose the idol myself, and I have to chase him to the end, so I can only respond:

"If you have something to say, say it now. If you have something to say, fart now. I rarely have a day off. I don't have time to waste time chatting with you. Do you want to talk? If not, I'll leave! If Hogg comes with a bunch of Primarchs and chop you into pieces, I won't care."

"No, no, no, I'm telling you, isn't that enough? Old Ma, you're such a fool. You were the one who persuaded me to build an empire and revive humanity. Why are you acting like you're in menopause now? I've never seen an immortal suffer from Alzheimer's."

Seeing that Malcador's face was gloomy, the Emperor quickly got to the point.

"Although that Necron is an alien, he is extremely powerful. Not only did he fight back and forth with my consciousness, he is also very humorous. Most importantly, he is quite wealthy. After learning that I am the leader of mankind, he insisted on giving me a Black Stone Fortress.

He calls himself the Lord of the Necrons, the last Silent King - Szahrak."

Upon hearing that someone wanted to give him the Blackstone Fortress, Malcador's expression relaxed and he took out two cigars that he had treasured for a long time and handed them over.

As two streams of green smoke rose, the empire's seal holder, who had a sullen face just now, smiled brighter than a chrysanthemum and motioned his friend to continue.

"My dear brother, you know me well. When we first established the empire, I played those four losers around. They contributed money and effort, and even got 20 secondary god fragments. How could I let such a rich man go?
But I learned from my previous mistakes and tried to test his attitude. Guess what? This bastard wanted something!"

"Oh, elaborate."

Now Malcador was really interested. The Necrons were not as mysterious as they were in the 30k period. They had fought with the Imperial forces many times and had always been listed as a high-risk alien race. Not to mention the existence of the Necron spies developed by Hogg. The intelligence was basically one-way and transparent.

"Although Nathzahrak is known as the Silent King, the Necrons are not united. Some Necrons overlords don't care about him at all, and some even have grudges against him, believing that he was the one who caused the extinction of the former Necrontyr.

This is the main contradiction of the entire Necrons. They want to be resurrected all the time and gain a true independent consciousness that is not simulated by the mind array.

But the problem is they can't do it!
The logic array of a high-level Undead Overlord can be called perfect and can simulate autonomous consciousness, but not every Necrontyr is a Undead Overlord.

After a long sleep, the mind arrays of these undead soldiers have been worn out, and each resurrection will increase the consumption, which means that sooner or later the Deathly Haunted will disappear completely, and even the last remnants will not remain. "

Malcador had guessed what the Emperor wanted to say, and sure enough, the Emperor immediately spoke:

"After Nathzahrak learned that I was Hogg's father, he hoped to reach a deal with humans. As long as they could help them give birth to machine souls, the Necrons would form a wartime alliance with the Empire to fight against the Chaos enemy together. My friend, do you know what it means when the Empire and the Necrons, or humans and Rick, unite?"

If it were ten thousand years ago, the Emperor would definitely not agree, but times have changed. The Empire is no longer the makeshift team that needs the Lord of Mankind himself to act as a pawn.

The recovery of the dark side is about to be completed, and the revival of mankind is just around the corner. It won’t take too long, just 3000 years, and the Emperor will have the confidence to restore the Empire into a mini poor man’s version of the Human Federation.

Just like the Great Crusade, it was completely a last resort, compressing the plan that was supposed to take 1000 years into 100 years, and then paving the way for the Webway within another years.

Time! The human empire lacks time. As long as they have enough time, they can clear up their own problems, build more star gates, lay more Nila terminals, station more worlds with Elysian Angels, and step by step liberate the powerful productivity that should belong to the interstellar forces.

The Emperor believed in Guilliman's ability, and the best thing was that he had 20 offspring. Plus, Malcador, the old man, didn't need him to work at all and could just slack off and play games every day.

Malcador is not a naive person. On the contrary, as the Sigillite, he knows better than anyone the true potential of the Empire, because he has indeed experienced the period when humans dominated the galaxy.

In comparison, the current empire, which was already somewhat established, was nothing more than a small dilapidated temple in a mountain valley. If he had not been deceived by the big sister in red skirt at the beginning, he would have been so bored that he would have waded into this muddy water.

Grabbing the Emperor's hand, the two looked at each other, and could see each other's excitement. The whole underground palace was echoing with their wild laughter:
“Hahaha! This is a sure thing, this is a sure thing!”

"Necrons cannot generate machine souls on their own. They can only rely on the emotional power generated by living with humans to slowly accumulate. And most importantly, in order to generate machine souls, they must be infected by psionic energy."

"That's right, Malcador. As long as they are exposed to psionic energy, no matter how much powerful technology they have, they will only become a stupid thing like Hogg!

No one else is saying anything. Look at me. Look at how I am now. I am so high that I want to be a Roman she-wolf and do a striptease again!"

The two old guys, who are who knows how many years old, are extremely arrogant and have begun to fantasize about the future of the empire. There is no such thing as the Necrons, and there is only the robot cat Rick, who is known as the Emperor Spirit.

By then, all the chaos demons and evil gods will be bullshit. Once the anti-psychic field is activated, it will kick your head off.

"How wonderful! How wonderful!"

The Emperor and Malcador talked for a full hour, and the guards who were eavesdropping outside the door also waited for an hour. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what the hell they were talking about.

Perhaps because he had had enough fun, Makado regained his composure and suddenly realized a problem:
"My Lord, what if Hogg bypasses the Empire and cooperates directly with the Necrons?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the emperor who had been so arrogant just now stopped laughing instantly. His face turned from red to white, and his lips moved repeatedly, like a lowly fart whose toes had been stepped on. His mind was filled with the scene of him being stabbed to death on the throne by Hogg's sword.

"No, I'm useless! I have to take another look."

(End of this chapter)