40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 361 81. Interlude: The chess game is overturned
The Emperor was still busy when Malcador rushed in.

The depths of the Webway are filled with mist. The unique architectural style of the Eldar and the dilapidated traces left by time make the place look eerie and ominous. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid not many people would believe that the Lord of Mankind was standing alone. Carry out his work here
Of course, he wasn't really alone, the Adeptus Mechanicus was behind him.But they couldn't follow him on time, so they could only stay far behind and try their best to perfect his work in the places he had repaired, and they did so reluctantly.

However, the results of this work do not look very good, or even perfect.Everything is just a temporary structure, the metal is integrated with the dilapidated Eldar buildings, and the surface is not only rough and uneven, but has not been polished at all.

It only takes one glance to understand that these are just projects designed to steal time.Simple and rough, like building blocks that will collapse when pushed.

In other words, this is a vast project led by the Lord of Mankind and racing against time.

"There is a problem with the chess game deduction." The master of the chess game said seriously, leaning on his scepter. "The 790th deduction has presented a brand new result. I must come to you."

"Wait a moment," the Emperor said, his voice echoing through the Webway like an echo from the eons.

The language used in the conversation between him and Malcador was not actually High Gothic, but another ancient language.In the days when there were still many warlords on Terra, this language was called 'secret' and only a few knew how to pronounce and use it correctly.

In fact, some of its syllables simply cannot be produced by normal human vocal cords.

Malcador did as he was told, but he was not idle either.He closed his eyes, and the psychic light burned beneath his closed eyelids.

After a few minutes, the Emperor finally finished his work.He left the wall that had been temporarily repaired and looked at it a few times.After confirming that it could be temporarily put into use, he just woke up Malcador who was communicating with Khalil.

It took a while for the Sigil Bearer to interrupt this communication, and what was once easy was now difficult.There is no way, Khalil Lohars' power is growing day by day
For stars, they don't need to do anything, they just exist to affect the world.

"What is the result of the 790th deduction?" the emperor asked concisely.

"The world collapsed." Malcador said slowly. "The karmic fire of vengeance consumes everything, starting on Terra, spreading to the borders of the galaxy, and then beyond the galaxy forever and ever."

"So, what about its last deduction?"

The person holding the seal was silent for a few seconds, and then he actually smiled bitterly.It's hard to relate this expression to him, but it just appeared on Malcador's face, and it was absolutely true.

"It always ends in Terra, as before," he said. "Every time the chess game reaches a certain point, it can no longer continue. Moreover, it has been changing recently. The chess pieces that should have been placed in a certain position have not been placed, and the chess pieces that should not have been placed have been."

With a sigh and a touch of the scepter, Malcador concluded.

"This repetitive chess game is becoming more and more chaotic and disorderly."

"Like the world itself," said the Emperor, who didn't seem surprised. "The world is like this. The chess game reflects the real world. It is normal for it to change like this."

"Could it be Him?" Macado asked cautiously, not even willing to say more about his name, only willing to use one name to refer to him.

A gust of dust-laden wind came from the Webway, blowing past the old statues of the Eldar.This place once belonged to a race that dominated the galaxy, but now has declined to the point where it is barely seen. The Webway is one of the monuments to this collapsed empire.

"It's possible." The Emperor agreed with Malcador's guess, his eyes sparkling. "But at most He can only be regarded as a promoter. It is the world itself that is changing because of what we do, Malcador."

"I have said in the past that no one or anything can predict the future perfectly, not even Him. I think He should have seen some partial views, so he is adding fuel to the fire."

The person holding the seal was silent for a while, and suddenly there was a burst of anger in his eyes.He said in a deep voice: "You mean, He doesn't care whether we win?"

The Emperor smiled.

"Don't be angry, He will always win." He put his hands behind his back and started walking deeper into the Webway. "Because the concept of winning or losing belongs to Him. He can lose or win. It is up to Him to decide."

Malcador frowned and followed him, still looking angry.They started walking and the Emperor kept talking.

"He doesn't care if I can repair the webway before disaster strikes, or if my sons can survive. After all, He is always winning."

"Khalil Lohars is about to be broken. All the roads in front of him have disappeared. There is only one road left to follow. Although this road is accompanied by me, it cannot be called a good road. He If I can sprain my feet, I can too, and we will fall with blood all over our faces."

"And you, Malcador, if we have to go to fight then, who else can guide this empire except you?"

The Emperor finally stopped, his expression turning sad.He looked at his friend, his gaze out of focus, like the blue but lifeless sky. "You will be very tired if things really develop into that situation." He said, as if he was summarizing his own experience, and as if he really had a glimpse of the future.

"You will be so exhausted that you want to end your life, or simply stay away from it all. And you can't talk to anyone. No one can understand you, not even Rogal Dorn."

"As long as he is alive, he is helping me." Malcador said with a straight face. "Better than Alpharius who doesn't know what the hell he's doing."

The Emperor smiled and shook his head without commenting on this statement.

The Patriarch has been very fond of complaining in recent years. It sounds like he is full of resentment, but in fact it is just a joke that is unique to him - and here is the interesting point. Only the Emperor and Kalil can understand that he is joking. Others will just take it seriously.

They walked together for a while until they reached a critical point where it was dark and filled with unsettling murmurs.If the Emperor left, or withdrew his power, the place would probably be plunged into complete darkness.

Malcador stared around seriously, his eyes already lit up with spiritual light.

"I need to maintain this place." The emperor raised his hand, and a golden light lit up from the palm of his hand. He waved and pushed the light not far away.Immediately the darkness was dispelled, and the murmurs died away.

"Humanity's current technological level is still unable to reproduce this material, and even the fallen Eldar themselves cannot build any new webways. They can be repaired and maintained, but they cannot be built. From a certain perspective, Is this a sign that their race is coming to an end?"

"From the moment that thing was born, weren't they destined to be destroyed?" Malcador asked rhetorically. "Are you asking knowingly, or...?"

"I guess I'm just being sentimental," the Emperor said noncommittally.

But the person holding the seal knew that he was lying, and he was asking questions knowingly.but why?
Malcador looked suspiciously at the only person he swore allegiance to, who stared back calmly, and the two began to communicate in the old way again - just like the social etiquette they used when they first met.At that time, Sealmaster was still the name of an organization, not a title unique to an individual.

In the Webway, the Master of Mankind and his loyal servant each hold a sharp knife and begin to dig into the other's heart.Even if the blood is dripping, he will never give up.

"You're scared." Makado spoke unceremoniously. "You fear that the future of humanity is plunged into darkness."

"And you are afraid of the future after we are all gone." The Emperor responded in an indifferent tone. "At the same time, you fear that Khalil Loharth will become one of the worst possible futures, dragging Terra, humanity, and the galaxy together into an endless spiral of vengeance."

"Aren't you worried?" Makado sneered, his eyes glowing blue, making him look as if he suddenly became younger.

This old and decaying body revealed its due appearance under the excessive spiritual energy. In his shadow, a young man with silver hair angrily questioned the emperor, his face full of anger.

"I'm not worried," the Emperor said. "Khalil Lohars knew what he was earlier than you and I, so he completed the anchoring very early. There is a prerequisite for reaching those worst futures, but Conrad ·Curze will not die."

"Actually, Malcador."

"What?" the palm-printer asked rudely.

"I'm more worried about you," the Emperor said.

His expression was serious, his tone was cold, but his eyes were full of worry.The palmer looked at him angrily, the blue light in his eyes extinguished, and finally took the initiative to drop the sharp knife in his hand.

"You're cheating." He said darkly but calmly. "You can't turn the blame on me every time and turn a blind eye to your own situation."

"The strong should bear more." The Emperor smiled, turned around, and walked back along the way they came. Malcador still followed closely, waiting for the Emperor's next words.

He also had a premonition that these would be the last words he heard in today's conversation between him and his master.

His hunch was correct.

"And I am the Master of Mankind," the Emperor said calmly. "No one is qualified to sacrifice except me."

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