40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 141 3. Between Friends·Chess Pieces
The human emperor took off the laurel crown on his forehead a little tiredly. He always seemed to be like this, always very tired, and always had endless things to do.

In such a position, it is a strange thing not to be tired.

Khalil smiled a little: "How? Occasionally don't pretend to face their feelings?"

"It made me even more tired." Neos said.

He sat down, leaned against the back of the armchair, and began to take off his wrist guard.

They had an ingenious deployment mechanism at the base of his wrist, and the artisan who had designed them had masterfully concealed an extended sheet of metal beneath the unbroken surface.

Neos pulled the metal sheet away, then easily took off the wrist guards, and placed them on a small table aside.The room was empty, with only two chairs, a small table, and nothing else.

Khalil saw their surfaces gleaming.

He shook his head.

"I don't like them either, they're too tight, too luxurious," says Neos. "But I must wear it."

"Show identity?"

"No, because I swore to the one who offered them that I would wear them on every occasion where armor is not required."

"Oath." Khalil sighed. "That needs to be taken seriously, but why are you taking it off now?"

"Because I am not the Emperor now."

Khalil chuckled lightly: "This is a room on the Macragge's Glory, you stand here and say you are not the Emperor?"

"At least within two hours, I don't have to be." Neos said. "Of course, I can be, too, if you want to talk about something more serious."

"I thought you were the one who decided what we talked about." Khalil spread his hands. "And according to the results of our last conversation, you should now be the Emperor."

The emperor looked at him quietly, without saying a word, stretched out his hand, and put on the wristband again.He doesn't break his promise.

"They are about to move." The Lord of Humanity spoke seriously and slowly, his voice becoming threatening, like a sharp knife about to be unsheathed. "It's definitely not good for humanity."

Khalil nodded noncommittally: "Their existence itself is a threat to human beings."

"But I'm actually more worried about other things." The Emperor raised his head and stared at the ceiling in silence for a while.He frowned, his black pupils distorted in worry.

"what?"

"The future," said the Emperor. "The future has been veiled, and it no longer reveals to me the possible paths and details. Something has moved in it, and I fear I will fail."

"Who did you fail?"

"You are such a persevering person."

Khalil raised the corner of his mouth, pretending that he didn't hear the emperor's little sarcasm, he just shook his head quietly: "You failed those who died for you?"

"more than."

The Emperor lowered his head, no longer looking at the ceiling, but staring ahead into nothingness.

"I worry that I will fail every drop of blood, every sacrifice that was shed for me. I have separated parents from their children, separated lovers, and turned once-like-minded brothers against each other. I have caused countless people to become my accomplice, and if I fail"

Khalil didn't say 'you won't fail', this kind of words is too self-deceiving - if there are 1000 million futures, then the Emperor will probably fail 99 million times.

The odds of his success are so pitifully small that no reasonable person would commit himself to such a dreadful enterprise.

But here's the problem.

What would have happened if he hadn't fought this war?

"And you still won't stop." Khalil said softly. "Humans don't have a second choice, do they?"

"Yes, but I don't want to."

The Emperor smiled, and it was a smile of the utmost insolence.

"Being a slave for eternity under the slavery of aliens, living an extremely humble life, or becoming the food and plaything of those ghosts and monsters. I don't allow human beings to become like this."

Khalil sighed.

"After all, it still became the same in the end." He chuckled lightly. "You didn't come here specifically to complain to me, did you?"

"is it not OK?"

"Of course not. My time is very precious. In fact, I hope you leave quickly now. There are not many people in the Eighth Legion, and because of your arrival, a lot of work has been temporarily put aside."

The Emperor couldn't help smiling, and for a brief moment, he returned to the state of Neos.However, it was only for a moment.The next moment, he continued to return to that expressionless look.

"Project Webway," he said slowly. "My ultimate goal, everything I do is set up for it. From the fabricated identity of the Emperor, to the establishment of the Empire, even my sons and even the Great Crusade itself. In fact, it is just for this It’s just a plan.”

"I talked to that Malcador about it."

"Then, you already know its importance." The emperor looked over, his eyes were dark and his expression was serious.

"Malcador has his own ideas, so he still doesn't trust you, so I'm surprised that he would tell you about this together."

"He doesn't trust me, but he trusts Khalil Rohars," said the pale giant. "In other words, I showed him my essence."

The Emperor frowned.

".Did he offend you?"

"No." Khalil smiled. "I just don't intend to hide anything from him. The covenant has been made. I don't think it's beneficial to hide my own situation from him."

"Judging from his character, he will probably take your behavior as a provocation." The emperor frowned. "Let's get back to the point—how much do you know about the Internet?"

"Malcador knows everything about me." Khalil replied frankly. "He didn't lie to me, it was difficult for him, but he did it."

"Then you should know how important it is," said the Emperor gravely. "It is the hope of mankind, and it will allow all mankind to evolve simultaneously at a faster speed."

"If human beings can reach a certain node in this way, then the threat in the subspace will never be able to pose a great threat to human beings as a whole. Not to mention the huge benefits brought by subspace navigation. It can make Humanity is always united."

Khalil didn't answer the Emperor's words immediately, he was thinking, and he heard a clear desire and expectation from the Emperor's words - the Lord of Humanity has a special desire for this plan, if possible, He would probably wish to have the project completed immediately.

Sounds good—no, actually, if it really works out the way the Emperor wants it to, it must be the best plan ever.

But the problem is.
"What's the success rate?" Khalil asked curtly.

"I cannot answer your question immediately," said the Emperor.His expression becomes worried by what's to come, he's always far-sighted, and he's perpetually lost in conversation.

Khalil waited patiently.After a while, the Lord of Humanity finally spoke again.

"The webway is not anyone's creation. It belongs to a long-gone great race. It is an independent realm carefully crafted by them in the gap between the warp and the physical world. Even for me, it is An unknown puzzle that requires my full concentration to solve."

"And that means you'll be returning to Terra at some point?"

"Yes."

"In other words, you will let someone lead the Great Crusade in your place?"

"Yes."

Khalil couldn't help but sighed: "You don't need me to tell you, you should know what this means, right?"

"The commander-in-chief will be replaced, the most favored will be determined, the political storm, and the insects that are about to move in the dark." The emperor replied indifferently. "What else could it mean? But it is necessary, and the Webway Project needs me."

"And your sons are being coveted by them."

"Always so," said the Emperor quietly. "They have been staring at them from the moment they were born, otherwise they would not have been separated from me. But they absolutely did not expect your existence."

"I?"

"You are the breaking point." The Emperor turned his head and stared at Khalil Rohars closely.

He looked at him, dark eyes and completely black eyes staring at each other.They wrestled again, and again the two men with sharp knives began digging into each other's hearts until everything was bloody.

"What do you want me to do?" Khalil asked softly.

"Do whatever you want," the Emperor replied gravely.

He turned his wrist, and an extremely delicate chess piece appeared in the palm of his right hand.It was pitch black, made into the shape of a wandering ghost, its arms tucked into its cuffs, its face pale of bone, and its skull's eye sockets gleaming.

"what is this?"

"A pawn in a chess game that can be deduced into the future to represent you," said the Emperor. "But this chess game cannot be started yet. In fact, I hope Malcador and I never start it."

"Backup plan?"

"It's a backup plan for when you have to."

As the emperor said, he placed the chess pieces on the small table.It began to change rapidly, the robes swelled, as if it came alive automatically without wind, and the cold blue light lit up in the eye sockets.

Khalil looked at it thoughtfully, didn't speak, just reached out and picked it up.He didn't react to the "chess piece" that the emperor said, neither angry nor surprised, as if he had accepted it.

After a while, he put it down and nodded to the Emperor.

"I hope you'd better have more back-up plans," said Khalil Rohals quietly. "Because they will always have one more than you."

"I know." The Emperor replied gravely.

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