The collapse of the Tau Empire directly caused an uproar among ordinary civilizations, but all of this was not worth mentioning in front of those truly great civilizations.
There is only one empire in this galaxy that can stand on equal footing with humanity, and that is the necrons, and there is only one nation that can be directly accepted by the Imperium of Man, and that is the necrons… Humans cannot accept filthy xenos, but humans can accept robots.
There are plenty of robots with souls, so what if the necrons have souls?
How could humanity not accept them?
The necrons are naturally within the scope of acceptance.
And for the Necron Empire, the destruction of a young race, the T'au Empire, in space was even less worth mentioning.
The demise of the T'au Empire had no meaning other than causing an uproar among smaller nations; this young race simply became dust in the galaxy.
But could the expeditionary fleet of the Imperium of Man truly resolve the T'au Empire so easily without encountering any accidents?
This is naturally impossible; this is a galaxy as chaotic as a throne. If the Imperium of Man were truly allowed to end the war so simply, then this place would not be a throne.
When Karl Reiss led the expeditionary fleet, preparing to leave Damocles Gulf, fluctuations from a Warp jump suddenly appeared in front of them.
The next second, a massive ork Beasts fleet appeared before the Imperial fleet.
It was an ork Beasts fleet centered around a war moon. In terms of battleship combat power, the two sides were estimated to be almost equal, but when the ork Beasts fleet appeared before him, Karl Reiss became excited.
"For the Imperium, for the manifest destiny of humanity, exterminate those damned ork Beasts!"
"They are our merits; let us utterly destroy them!"
What is the point of destroying a small T'au Empire?
For an entire Imperial expeditionary force, this small achievement is completely insignificant. Such a massive fleet destroying a small resistance force is simply not worth mentioning.
Now that these orks have voluntarily delivered themselves, they naturally must eliminate all of them to gain merits!
The Imperial fleet almost immediately roared into combat readiness, battle formations began to array, and the emperor-class battleship's carrier-based aircraft began to fly out of the battleship in batches, ready to meet new warfare.
But to the surprise of the Imperial fleet, the ork Beasts fleet did not immediately engage in war; instead, they tremblingly opened a communication channel.
"Warmaster, we have received a communication from the ork Beasts side. They request to establish contact with us."
"Hm? What did you say? You said those guys actually want to contact us?" Karl Reiss' eyes widened when he heard this.
orks voluntarily contacting the Imperium of Man; such a thing was simply like a joke.
Such a massive fleet coming to this area, wasn't it here for a WAAAGH!?
Karl Reiss' face visibly showed disappointment.
Although the ork Beasts fleet was incredibly massive, almost equal to his own, as the Warmaster, he did not believe that his side would fail. These ork Beasts would soon become his merits.
However, since the other party wanted to communicate, he would take the call and see what these guys wanted to do.
"Connect the communication. I'm very curious to know what these orks want."
Out of curiosity about the orks' initiative to communicate, Karl Reiss chose to communicate with the orks. The next second, an ork of similar size to the one Lyon had dealt with earlier appeared before Karl Reiss.
"Filthy xenos! We're here to help you! Where are the enemies!"
"We need a grand Waaagh!"
For a moment, all the Imperial fleet commanders present felt their brains freeze.
???? Karl Reiss felt that as the Warmaster, he had encountered enough strange and bizarre things.
He thought he could accept anything, but upon hearing such words, he was still utterly bewildered.
"Wait, wait, wait, repeat that again. What are you here for? I need to hear the truth!"
In the communication screen, the massive, muscular ork warboss snorted impatiently, tusks bared, and roared in a thunderous, gravelly voice.
"I said! We're here to help you filthy xenos! Where are the enemies? Point them out to me! Me and the lads need a good Waaagh!!!"
The bridge was silent, save for the faint hum of instruments and the suppressed breathing of the officers.
The muscles on Warmaster Karl Reiss' face twitched a few times. He subconsciously dug in his ears, wondering if Warp interference had affected the communication translator, or if he had inhaled some toxic gas during the purification of the T'au world and was hallucinating.
Help humanity?
orks want to help humanity?!!!
This was even more preposterous than saying the four Chaos Gods had collectively converted to the Emperor's faith!
In ork logic, there is only fighting, looting, and more fighting. Helping "weak filthy xenos" does not conform to any of their behavioral norms.
"You... say that again?" Karl Reiss' voice was hoarse with disbelief, "Help us? Against whom?"
"Who else could it be!" The ork warboss slammed the control panel with his huge, iron-clawed hand, causing the screen to shake violently.
"Of course, whoever you filthy xenos say to fight, we'll fight 'em."
The great beast representing the warboss on the other side reiterated his situation, which plunged Karl Reiss' thoughts into complete silence. It was a while before he recovered and spoke again.
"There are no enemies left at the moment; we have already eliminated them. If you truly want to fight, then I suggest you go outside the galaxy and fight those bugs."
These orks suddenly lost their minds and decided to help humanity. Although he didn't know what they were really up to, Karl Reiss, as the Warmaster, would not give up such a good opportunity and instead suggested that these orks go outside the galaxy to fight the bugs.
"Are you talking about those bugs? We know about those guys; others will naturally deal with those things; we don't need to deal with them."
"The oracle we received from Gork is to help you little filthy xenos here. As for other places, they are not within the scope of this fleet's help."
Well, after the orks finished speaking, the human officers, including the Warmaster, once again fell into an immense silence.
The situation became even more absurd. These orks had actually received an oracle from their evil god to help humanity. How abstract was that?
Even Karl Reiss, as the Warmaster, realized that this matter was probably beyond his ability to handle, so he urgently prepared to transmit it to Guilliman.
Such a major matter should be handled by the Imperial Regent, but before transmitting the message, Karl Reiss did ask the great beast on the other side a question.
"What's your name, ork?
"Me name's Steeljaw."
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Karl Reiss couldn't figure out what these orks were doing, and Guilliman, after receiving his message, was equally baffled by the orks' actions.
Guilliman, who was currently fighting his brother, was stunned by this news.
"Calgar, reply to the Warmaster and tell him to stabilize the ork fleets for now.
We shouldn't engage in conflict with the orks just yet.
I will wait until the Emperor has time to ask him what exactly happened."
Guilliman didn't know what had happened, so he could only put the question aside and ask the Emperor above.
The orks' actions were truly outrageous; Guilliman really couldn't understand what meaning such behavior could possibly have.
At the same time, Guilliman also felt that recent events had been too strange.
First, the Imperium of Man was besieged from all sides, and then this.
If he wasn't mistaken, the Great Beast of the orks had been killed by his brother a while ago, and now these orks were helping the Imperium of Man.
Even abstract concepts don't play out like this.
Guilliman felt that these orks must have a problem, but the current problem wasn't just these orks.
His brother Mortarion was also gradually becoming weaker in their war.
He was even retreating under his attacks in an incomprehensible manner.
Moreover, Nurgle's daemon were constantly disappearing.
In several battles, the Ultramarines' frontline reports continuously stated that Nurgle daemon no longer seemed to appear on the battlefield in large numbers.
More often, only the soldiers of the Deathwatch remained.
This made Guilliman's previously somewhat troublesome battles increasingly easy.
He could feel that something must have happened in the Warp, otherwise, these chaos daemon would have no reason not to appear in the real universe to stop him.
What exactly happened?
Warp Emperor golden throne Projection —
Gork appeared before the Emperor and Zeke.
They weren't there to fight; instead, they stood somewhat reservedly before Zeke.
They looked exactly like two lackeys, but their object of subservience wasn't the Emperor, but Zeke.
"Speak, what exactly are you two here for?
Don't just stand there without speaking; seeing you two is quite irritating."
Zeke, who had been stared at by these two idiots for three Terra standard days, finally couldn't help but yell at them.
"I'm telling you two, if you don't make your intentions clear now, then I'll just ignore everything else for a bit, and the Emperor will beat you two up first!"
Who could understand the feeling of being stared at for several days by two strangely shaped creatures?
It wasn't until Zeke issued this direct ultimatum that Gork and Mork, completely unlike their usual character, stepped forward somewhat awkwardly and replied.
"We two know about your battle with the Chaos Gods.
The other four guys of chaos got the origin of a certain guy, and we two also want it..."
"My brothers and I won't take it for free; we'll help you fight!"
Gork quickly patted his chest, indicating that he was also useful and could help the Imperium of Man fight, attempting to persuade Zeke with this.
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"Origin?
You two are talking about the origin of Yuan Shen, right?
I don't have it here.
As for the origins within the Emperor, they have already become his; even if I gave them to you, you wouldn't be able to directly make them your own."
"If you two want to get origins from me, then you've come to the wrong person."
Although he didn't understand why these two would say such a thing, Zeke directly refused!
He wasn't Yuan Shen with an abundance of origins that he could throw around.
He hadn't even recovered himself, so how could he be willing to give origins to these two in front of him?
"No, no, that's not what we two mean.
We two don't want your and the big golden guy's origins."
"Even if your two origins were given to us for free, it would be troublesome for us to refine them.
We two only want our own origins..."
"The origins of the Star Gods and the origins of the Old Ones, we two don't mind either; we two want them all!"
They guaranteed that they weren't picky eaters, so in the end, Gork quickly added the origins of the Star Gods and the Old Ones.
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Their words, spoken like that, made Zeke even more confused.
Zeke felt that he could still understand the latter part of what they said.
After all, Star God fragments are currently in the hands of the necrons.
If they wanted them, he could indeed ask the necrons for the fragments on their behalf.
As for the Old Ones, some remnants of the Old Ones are still alive in the universe, which is also understandable.
After all, the universe can be said to be vast.
The tiny Galaxy is only a small part of the observable universe, even in the 2k era.
It should also be understandable that there are Old Gods alive.
Zeke felt that he could also send out fleets to capture some Old Ones to feed these two after repelling the Tyranid Swarm, but what did the first half of what they just said mean?
"You two, explain to me in detail what you meant by the first half of your sentence.
What do you mean you only want your own origins?"
"Where am I supposed to get your own origins for you two?
Aren't your own origins on yourselves?
It's useless for you to devour your own origins!"
Zeke was somewhat confused about what these two guys were going crazy about.
"So you still don't know!" Mork said without thinking when he heard this.
"Don't you know that guy called Yuan Shen helped those other four guys open a tunnel to another Galaxy?" Gork also chimed in, following up on what Mork had said.
Their words made Zeke even more baffled.
What did it mean that Yuan Shen opened a tunnel to another Galaxy?
Zeke looked at the two guys opposite him with a very puzzled expression.
"Oh, it's that ring called Yuan Shenthat helped those other four guys open a passage to another Galaxy.
That Galaxy is similar to our current Galaxy."
"There are also existences like us there, and it would be great if we two could devour our counterparts from over there."
"But we two are different from those other four guys.
That ring gave those four guys a lot of origins; those four should be stronger than us, but we two..."
Although fighting was exhilarating, everyone else could become stronger, while he could only keep fighting endlessly.
This was also a pain for Gork and Mork.
"So you two came to me and the Emperor, wanting us two to help you out, right?" Zeke caught on to their idea.
"Yes, yes, yes! That's right, that's what we two were thinking!"
"There are four of them over there, so how about we four form an alliance!"
An alliance?
This question appeared in Zeke's mind. He looked at the two ork gods in front of him, then glanced at the Emperor behind him.
"Not enough, far from enough. What you've said isn't attractive enough for me. What benefit is there for me to attack another universe? It would only increase my enemies."
Zeke decisively rejected Gork and Mork's proposal. In his opinion, attacking another galaxy held no benefit for him.
The Terran Dominion had not yet arrived, and their absence meant that Zeke had no intention of initiating a large-scale, comprehensive war.
For Zeke, what he wanted most now was to maintain the status quo and balance. Once the Terran Dominion arrived, he would naturally be able to sweep away all enemies with an unmatched force.
The Terran Dominion's strength was beyond doubt, and precisely because it was powerful enough, Zeke didn't need to take any risks.
Moreover, as he said, war held no benefit for humanity at this time. Gork and his kind could become stronger by devouring origins, but what about humans?
Zeke was a Transmigrator, and he knew better than anyone that there were no beings like him in other universes. This meant he had no place to devour origins, and if there really were, that would be truly troublesome!
The same was true for the Emperor; he had almost failed to suppress his ascension to godhood and become a god.
At this point, if he were to go to another universe and devour another the Emperor, what meaning would that hold for the current the Emperor?
the Emperor, who already needed to suppress his ascension, devouring another the Emperor—could that ascension still be suppressed?
Therefore, Gork and Mork's proposal held almost no benefit for Zeke at this time; it would only add to his troubles.
Seeing Zeke's refusal, Gork and Mork's face became even more distressed. The two of them were simply not suited to persuade others.
People like them usually just fought. If they won, the other party would naturally agree. If they lost, they wouldn't have to worry about anything.
At worst, they would just admit defeat.
After all, as long as the orks existed, the two of them could never disappear or suffer any harm. So, the two clumsy speakers had no idea how to convince Zeke to agree to this matter.
However, just as the negotiations fell into silence, the Emperor, sitting on the golden throne, spoke up.
"No, it's not necessarily without any benefit for us..."
"Humanity!"
"Old Yaeger, didn't you want me to successfully ascend to godhood, and then you were troubled by my lack of humanity? If I were the me from that time, I should have had enough humanity."
"I was summoned by a group of powerful Psykers. An existence like me is different from the others in the Warp; we can merge autonomously."
"You think my current humanity isn't enough, but the me from back then was full of humanity. If the two of us can merge autonomously, then my humanity will also be abundant. At that time, I will naturally be able to ascend to godhood directly, and what you worry about won't happen."
The Emperor didn't hide anything from Gork and Mork, because the other party was, after all, here to form an alliance. There was no harm in letting them know about this.
An alliance based on mutual interests naturally requires showing the other party that we have the interests they desire.
If both sides cannot see what the other's desired interests are, they will naturally start to overthink.
Cooperation, then, naturally requires maintaining a certain degree of harmony first.
The Emperor's words plunged Zeke into thought. Indeed, he had always been concerned about the loss of humanity after the Emperor's ascension to godhood.
If he could merge with another "Emperor" full of humanity, it would not only resolve this hidden danger but might even allow the Emperor to become a more powerful existence.
"You're right, this is indeed an opportunity." Zeke turned to Gork and Mork.
"But how can I trust you? Am I to place my trust in you based solely on your few words?"
Zeke once again raised a doubt and a question, asking the two ork gods before him.
What reason did he have to trust these two guys... The inarticulate Gork fell silent once more.
They were stumped... Having never allied with anyone before, or rather, always being courted by others, Gork had never imagined that wanting to form an alliance with someone would be such a difficult task, requiring them to even find a way to gain the other party's trust.
They had made absolutely no preparations; who knew how to prove themselves to Zeke?
Moreover, the evidence that could prove them had already been sealed by the other four Chaos Gods. If the two of them could defeat those four, they wouldn't have come to Zeke and the Emperor to form an alliance; they would have already disbanded on their own.
The situation seemed to have reached a deadlock once again, but just as the two of them showed troubled and pained expressions, Zeke smiled.
"Alright, I choose to believe you two. I doubt you two have the guts to fool me."
"After all, you two are different from those four guys. You two don't represent rules. If I wanted to kill you two, I could still do it, it would only require a small price."
"We orks are most honorable!" Gork hastily thumped his chest, guaranteeing, "When we say fight, we fight! When we say ally, we ally!"
Mork also nodded repeatedly: "That's right! If we lie to you, may we never find a good fight again!"
Although they were very afraid of what Zeke had said, Gork had to admit that they were indeed different from the other four Chaos Gods.
The other four were the embodiment of rules, only these four embodiments of rules had been corrupted, but rules were rules.
If Zeke killed those four, it would be very troublesome to repair the cosmic rules at that time.
Zeke probably wouldn't want such trouble, but killing the two of them was different.
If Zeke killed the two of them, at most it would make the orks more berserk, more leaderless, and more insane.
But all of this actually had little impact on Zeke; the Imperium of Man's army had the ability to suppress the ork's chaos.
The Imperium of Man could even team up with the necrons to thoroughly kill off the orks.
So, for Zeke, killing the two of them really was just a small trouble and a small price. It only depended on whether he wanted to or was willing to.
From the moment the Silent king Szarekh of the necrons and Zeke signed the alliance, the offensive and defensive situation in the Warp had completely reversed.
The alliance between the orks and humanity was signed, and Zeke naturally wouldn't forget to inform Guilliman.
A communication from Zeke was transmitted directly from the Warp into Guilliman's mind.
After receiving Zeke's message, Guilliman had been sitting in his seat in a daze for a full day.
Even with the Imperial Regent's intellect, he couldn't quite grasp how things had changed so drastically, or why they had turned out this way.
Of course, besides the shock, Guilliman also wanted to take advantage of this news to rest properly, as he had already foreseen even more troublesome matters ahead.
Zeke's message was roughly divided into the following points:
Point 1: The orks are no longer our enemies. The orks within Imperial territory will roll back to their own territories and start mining there. The Empire no longer needs to pay much attention to the orks.
Point 2: The Empire is now entering a phase of total war, and will begin to expand its military with all its might!
All Imperial Guard units must undergo comprehensive reorganization and training, and their so-called traditions must be abolished. They are to be trained according to a specific model.
The Empire wants standardized Imperial Guard units, not the chaotic mess they were before.
Space Marines units are now to abolish the Chapters system and be organized and combined according to Astra Militarum standards.
In addition to abolishing the Chapters system, Space Marines will still be fully organized into Legions, with all returning Primarchs as their leaders, ready for war.
Point 3: The war on the edge of the galaxy temporarily does not require the intervention of the Imperial Army. The Imperial Army will instead intervene in a new war, which is expected to break out within one to two years, with the specific time to be determined.
All logistical matters are to be handled by you, Guilliman.
Guilliman felt he could accept the first two messages; it was the last message that truly left him stunned for an entire day.
"All logistical matters are to be handled by you, Guilliman..." The Thirteenth, who was already on the verge of exhaustion, felt a huge psychological shadow after seeing this sentence.
He could no longer imagine how he was supposed to manage all the affairs of the Imperial Army after they were handed over to him.
More importantly, there were a series of reforms, such as abolishing all Chapters systems and reorganizing the Space Marines according to the Astra Militarum model.
Abolishing all traditions of the Imperial Guard and training them in a standardized manner—these were all large-scale reforms.
The reform of the Space Marines was actually easier to solve, as most of the Space Marines, the majority, had been trained by them during this period.
The reform of the Astra Militarum organization could be said to have already begun; they were already forming Astra Militarum Astartes units.
What truly gave Guilliman a headache at this moment was the reform of the Imperial Guard!
The Empire was simply too vast. Wars were constantly breaking out, and new Astra Militarum units were constantly being formed and sent into battle.
Because of this, the Astra Militarum and the Department of the Interior of the Empire were completely unable to accurately count the number of Astra Militarum units.
At the same time, the Astra Militarum had always had their own traditions and army styles.
This could almost be considered an Imperial custom.
Now, Zeke had issued a direct order for him to undertake large-scale changes to the Astra Militarum, to standardize them into a unified army, and to eliminate their traditions and styles... Guilliman, during his day of slacking off, had already envisioned himself working himself to death.
What terrified him even more was that he had already seen the scene where, after he worked himself to death, Zeke would come back, revive him, and throw him back to his workstation!
And don't assume that the Empire doesn't use intelligent AI now. After the two Emperors sat in parallel, the Empire had already begun to use executive AI to handle government affairs, but the reason AI is effective is because it has an independent network and system running.
To let AI alleviate a large part of the burden, all Imperial affairs must first be inputted into the AI so that it can operate normally and achieve the functions Guilliman desires.
But the Empire... what kind of storage did the Empire have? The Empire's information was massive, and much of it was in paper documents.
Just to inject all this data into the AI and let it serve as its database would take at least several hundred years.
For ten millennia, the Empire had never thought of creating a sufficiently vast database. All of the Empire's data was physical, which made it incredibly difficult for the Empire to truly achieve this.
They had no accumulation; they only had a huge pile of bad debts.
"Kill me, I don't want to live, kill me, I don't want to do this damn thing..."
Guilliman sat in his command chair, eyes vacant, staring at the warship's ceiling. His soul floated out of his body.
The next second, a golden hand touched his head and gently stroked it.
"Father," Guilliman, feeling the warmth, immediately recognized who was stroking his head.
He looked up, his soul filled with tears, gazing at the kind and amiable father before him, who rarely showed him such paternal affection.
"I really..." Guilliman wanted to hold his father's large hand and pour out his grievances, explaining his suffering and the trouble of being completely unable to accomplish this task.
But the next second, before he could finish his sentence, that warm Imperial hand transformed into a fierce Imperial hand, slapping him back into his body.
"Work hard, my son, I believe in you. You are the Imperial Regent; the Empire depends entirely on you!"
The warm Imperial hand left only this sentence before disappearing without a trace.
Only Guilliman remained, still sitting in his seat, eyes vacant, staring at the ceiling, as if everything he had just experienced was an illusion.
No one else knew about any of this, not even Calgar, who was always by Guilliman's side. Only Guilliman himself knew.
The Emperor had personally come to stroke his head and press him back into his body, telling him to work hard.
So what else could he do?
He could only grit his teeth and do it.
If it had been Zeke who came this time, not the Emperor, he felt he could have thrown a tantrum, feigned misery, and cried to Zeke to alleviate his workload, but who could help that it was his own father who came?
His own father didn't care about this or that; for him to extend a big hand to stroke your head and tell you to work hard was already a rare occurrence.
"Just go and do it, it will get better, it will always get better," Guilliman murmured to himself, trying to cheer himself up, then suddenly stood up.
"Vacation over, Calgar.
You will now command the Ultramarines. End the war with chaos as soon as possible. I am returning to Terra to do great things!"
"The Ultramarines' military system will undergo reform, abandoning all Chapters systems and reforming according to the Astra Militarum organization. From now on, form the Astartes Astra Militarum!"
Since it was impossible to change, he would face the challenge head-on!
Guilliman stood up and left, leaving behind Calgar, who had been following him, ready to listen to the Primarch's teachings.
He understood every single word his Primarch said, but for some reason, when put together, he couldn't comprehend it at all. What did 'forming Astartes Astra Militarum units' even mean?!
The Chapters' codex astartes was an ancestral system!
How could an ancestral system be changed?
Even if the person proposing to change the ancestral system was the ancestor himself, it was unacceptable!
Realizing what was happening, Calgar quickly followed Guilliman's departing steps. He lunged forward and hugged the departing Guilliman's leg.
"No, Primarch!"
"It was already too much to want to restore the Legion system, but now you want to abolish the Chapters' organization and form Astartes Astra Militarum? This goes against the ancestral system! This goes against the codex astartes!"
As soon as he said this, Guilliman's already pained expression became even more so, and his face visibly darkened.
Ancestral system?
Ancestral my foot!
Guilliman, who was about to leave, was amused by this remark. He reached out and grabbed Calgar, placing him in front of himself.
"You're talking to me about an ancestral system?" Guilliman looked at the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines Chapter in front of him with a look of exasperation.
"Yes, Primarch! The Chapters are an ancestral system!" Calgar, with an unknown source of courage, blurted out this statement directly in front of Guilliman.
Guilliman's face grew even darker.
He pointed to himself, to his own person, then looked at Calgar and asked him,
"Tell me, who am I?"
"You are the Primarch! You are the Lord of the Ultramarines Legion, you are our gene-father! The entire Ultramarines are your descendants." Calgar answered Guilliman's identity without hesitation.
For him, it was simple; after all, he was the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines Chapter. Wasn't it normal to recite these things about his own Primarch?
For him, he could already recite it backward.
"Alright, now tell me, am I an ancestor?" Guilliman questioned the Ultramarines Chapter Master in front of him, who could so easily recite who he was.
"Yes!" Calgar still answered without any hesitation.
"Then tell me, can I now change the codex astartes? Can I change the Chapters' organization?"
Calgar's previous answers had pleased Guilliman, and he asked Calgar such a question.
Guilliman believed that having said this much, Calgar should now understand and faithfully execute the order.
However, reality often differed greatly from expectations.
After Guilliman finished speaking, Calgar spoke.
"No! This is an ancestral system, and even an ancestor cannot change it!" To Guilliman's surprise, Calgar stated his answer righteously and loudly.
Guilliman's expression instantly froze. He truly couldn't understand how his descendant could be so rigid. Could an ancestral system not be changed even by him, the ancestor?
"Say that again?" Guilliman's voice was squeezed through his teeth.
Calgar straightened his back, unyielding: "Primarch! The codex astartes was personally established by you! It is the fundamental law of the Imperium! Even you yourself cannot arbitrarily change the ancestral system!"
Guilliman was so angry he nearly fainted. He shoved Calgar against the wall, and the metal wall emitted a dull thud.
"Listen, you stubborn fool!" Guilliman was practically roaring.
"There's not just one father sitting on the golden throne now! There's another! Both Emperors say it needs to be changed, and you tell me it can't be changed?"
"Tell me, when both Emperors tell you to change it, will you change it or not!"
Calgar was pressed against the wall, yet he stubbornly shook his head: "But Primarch, rules are rules! If even those who set the rules can arbitrarily break them, what order can the Imperium have left?"
Guilliman, who had always had Zeke, the tall one, at the forefront, felt that the Imperium was somewhat difficult.
However, with Zeke, many, many things could be resolved easily, and he hadn't felt too much of the Imperium's dogmatism and rigidity at the time.
But now, he truly felt it. These were his descendants, the Ultramarines.
The Ultramarines were excellent in many aspects, but their worship and respect for him, their Primarch, had become the Ultramarines' biggest problem now.
Out of respect for him, the Ultramarines regarded the codex astartes as the sole scripture. In some ways, this was a good thing, but once it became excessive, it was not.
The codex astartes was regarded by them as the sole scripture, and even when he, the Primarch, wanted to make changes, these Ultramarines were unwilling. This was not good.
Guilliman felt a sense of splitting apart.
Calgar, on the other hand, felt even more wronged. He naturally understood Guilliman's meaning, but the education and rigidity he had always received made him unable to make changes.
The codex astartes had allowed the Imperium to persist until now and was also the foundation of the Imperium. Now, suddenly changing the Astartes' grand ceremony was something the Ultramarines simply could not accept.
They had grown accustomed to the Codex and strictly used it to demand of themselves. For the Primarch to say change the Codex and then change it, was psychologically and emotionally difficult for the Ultramarines to accept.
"Enough, Calgar. I know everyone will feel a bit uncomfortable, but reform is necessary. Transmit my order: all Chapters must execute it!"
"At that time, not only the Ultramarines, but also the other Legions, all their successor Chapters will return to their respective Legions and begin to improve the Imperial Army and its military system according to the Astra Militarum's standards. This is the duty of the Ultramarines."
"The Ultramarines once took the lead in military reform within the Imperium, changing to the Chapter organization.
But now, with the changing war situation, the Emperor needs us to reform the military system again. I hope the Ultramarines can be like before this time."
"Do you understand what I mean, Calgar?"
After all, he was his descendant.
Guilliman took several deep breaths in his heart, then loudly reassured himself, and he still chose to reason with his descendant.
The Primarch spoke about this matter again, also stating his own attitude and the Emperor's attitude, and then Calgar finally relented.
"Understood, Primarch. I was just emotionally unable to accept it. I will work with the other battle-brothers."
The Primarch had already spoken to this extent, what could Calgar do?
He naturally also knew that reform was already inevitable; no one could stop it, because this was the Emperor's will.
With the combined will of the two Emperors pressing down, who in the Imperium would dare to obstruct, who would dare to insist on not changing? They would only be abandoned by the Imperium.
Now, Astartes are no longer unable to retire; Astartes can also retire.
If you don't want to stay in the Legion, if you don't want glory anymore, then retire!
At least his own descendants were somewhat persuaded, and Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hmm, you're teachable. I thought you were truly beyond reason, but it's a good thing you've come around now.
This matter ends here. The Ultramarines are yours to command. As for the other legions, I will make arrangements for them one by one when I reach the War for Terra."
Finally, the first step of reform was taken, with the Ultramarines leading the charge, and then this experience would be extended to all of humanity.
With these stubborn descendants dealt with, there shouldn't be too many obstacles on Terra.
The Dark Angels and Custodes would assist him, and the High Lords wouldn't oppose him, so things should proceed relatively smoothly, apart from the numerous minor details.
At this moment, as Guilliman thought of the endless, countless Imperial Guard across the Imperium, his head was filled with black lines.
What to do? The Imperium has an unknown number of Imperial Guard, an unknown number of Imperial Army. How should such a reform be carried out? How can the Imperium abolish all the traditions and customs on these planets?
At the same time, the Imperial Guard also has a chaotic array of origins. Some Imperial worlds are even still in the feudal era, and their most elite troops are still armed with cold weapons.
To transform all these Imperial Guard into professionally trained armies—how is that any different from dreaming?
Guilliman boarded his warship, and under the protection of his fleet, began to pass through the warp gate, returning to Terra once again.
And when Guilliman informed the High Lords of Zeke and the Emperor's decision, the High Lords also grumbled and sighed, but were forced to resume their intense work.
Countless, immeasurable officials of the Administratum on Terra began their work.
They had already begun to prepare to collect data across the entire Imperium, and to formulate their respective plans, as well as to change the training of the Schola Progenium.
It's not easy to fundamentally change the Imperial Guard, and the truly effective method is to start with the Schola Progenium and officer training.
Transforming the existing Imperial armies into standardized Imperial armies is what needs to be done now, but more importantly, it is to ensure that future Imperial armies are not as chaotic as they are now.
Otherwise, even if they begin to make changes, given the Imperium's size, there will still be an endless stream of armies entering the Astra Militarum, and by then, it will become an uncontrollable problem.
Therefore, changes to the Schola Progenium are already urgent, but looking around, the Imperium lacks a standard Astra Militarum template.
Guilliman, who was originally ready to start working, was once again stumped by this question: What exactly was the standard for the Emperor's so-called standardized Imperial Guard?
Guilliman began his detailed selection among the numerous elite units of the Imperial Guard. He needed a template, a template for the Astra Militarum to use.
This was destined not to be a simple matter, because the scale of the Imperium of Man was too vast, even Zeke could not directly use the commando template.
In contrast, ordinary Space Marines were much easier to deal with.
Due to their conditions and physical fitness already being met, it was very easy to modify the Space Marines according to the commando standards.
At the same time, in addition to the commando standards, the space marine units also retained the characteristics of their respective legions, allowing them to simultaneously undertake battles suited to their unique characteristics.
But what about the Astra Militarum?
After a series of considerations, Guilliman decided to select the standards of several elite units within the Astra Militarum and then choose or integrate them.
Alternatively, the Astra Militarum could be divided into several standards, similar to the Space Marines.
The well-known Astra Militarum regiments of the Imperium of Man include the Cadian Shock Troops, the Death Korps of Krieg, the Tallarn Desert Raiders, the Armageddon Steel Legion, the Catachan Jungle Fighters, the Elysian Drop Troops, the Valhallan Ice Warriors, the Mordian Iron Guard, and the Vostroyan Firstborn.
In addition to these well-known Astra Militarum regiments, there are other famous ones, but undoubtedly, each has its own distinct characteristics.
Guilliman immediately began a detailed investigation of each well-known Astra Militarum regiment.
First, he had to exclude those specialized combat units.
For example, the Death Korps of Krieg, known for their sacrifice and fearless charges, were not the standard Astra Militarum template the Imperium needed.
They were the first to be excluded.
Zeke did not like such sacrifices; he did not want humanity to glorify sacrifice or make it their primary focus. He wanted humanity to still possess the instinct for survival, not to wholeheartedly embrace death.
Only by knowing the preciousness of life can more miracles be created. Of course, the Death Korps of Krieg also had their excellent qualities, such as their fearless sacrifice, which could indeed break many things.
However, such units could only be used as special forces and absolutely could not serve as a unified standard template.
Once such units were made into a standard template, it would render the Imperial Guard lifeless.
Guilliman was also aware of this, so the Death Korps of Krieg were the first to be excluded; they only needed to be used as special legions.
Subsequently, the Elysian Drop Troops, Catachan Jungle Fighters, Valhallan Ice Warriors, and Tallarn Desert Raiders were also excluded as specialized troops.
These troop types are legions specialized for a particular type of combat; they are suitable for their respective unique battlefields and are not suitable to be universally adopted as the standard training for the Imperial Army.
In addition, another unit that was removed was the Vostroyan Firstborn.
These noble armies are known for their equipment and rigorous training. These noble scions do not possess much replicability.
Therefore, they can only be used as elite and special forces, not as regular troops.
This left only the Armageddon Steel Legion, the Mordian Iron Guard, and the Cadian Shock Troops among the remaining Imperial armies.
But even these units have their own characteristics, and the Cadian Shock Troops are no ordinary unit; they originate from the fortress world on the edge of the Eye of Terror, Cadia.
This unit is characterized by strict discipline and all-round combat capability, with its soldiers undergoing extremely rigorous training, excelling in positional defense, suppressive fire, and multi-arms coordinated operations.
This unit can be said to be the benchmark legion of the Astra Militarum.
The Cadian units are indeed rare elites within the Astra Militarum, and their standards are very suitable for use as the Imperial Army's training standard. However, the training that begins at age five would directly eliminate many Astra Militarum recruits.
Unilaterally applying the Cadian Shock Troops' standard would likewise be completely unacceptable to countless Imperial armies.
From this perspective, Guilliman brought forth his intense ability, which he once used to create the Codex Astartes.
Ten millennia ago, he could create the Codex Astartes, and now, he could likewise create the Codex Imperialis!
Combining the training characteristics of various well-known Astra Militarum regiments and other units across the Imperium, the Imperial Guard Training Manual was compiled by Guilliman in eight months.
Under the new Imperial Guard, while these well-known Astra Militarum regiments could retain their original designations, all other Astra Militarum units would have their specific world-based names abolished, and their final name would be the Imperial Guard Astra Militarum.
However, even though the holy texts of the Imperial Guard had been compiled, due to the sheer number of Imperial Guard, it was simply too difficult for the Imperium of Man to complete the re-equipping and reorganization of so many Imperial Guard.
Whether it was the standard equipment for the upcoming Astra Militarum forces—the Catachan lasgun, individual infantry armor, combat knives, and a series of other gear—all these things required vast resources to manage.
At the same time, the most crucial point was that the Astra Militarum of the Imperium still hadn't finished calculating how many Astra Militarum the Imperium actually had.
What Guilliman could do at this time was to prioritize the restructuring and improvement of some elite units, and then proceed in batches.
Zeke had mentioned that a war was coming, so for Guilliman at this moment, he had to do his utmost to prepare legions for another war as much as possible.
Under Guilliman's command, the Death Korps of Krieg were the first to see a massive increase; vast resources began to be funneled to the Krieg homeworld, allowing them to train more Death Korps of Krieg.
In addition, the Catachan Jungle Fighters had also begun intensified training; the Imperium needed more Catachan Jungle Fighters to join the Imperial Army.
In short, all special forces had begun intensified training, and Guilliman also pulled out a large number of troops from the existing Imperial Army, using Cadians as basic NCOs and instructors to begin a full-scale reorganization.
A war that Zeke had directly stated would involve combat—no one knew how large its scale would be, so to be safe, Guilliman began mobilizing the mortal legions according to the Great Crusade era configurations.
The Imperium of Man, this massive war machine, began to operate efficiently due to the Emperor's command.
If they were asked to do anything else, the Imperium of Man might have some difficulties, but if it was merely war, the Imperium of Man would never fear!
Just as the Imperium began to efficiently mobilize its legions, the war on the edge of the galaxy grew increasingly frantic.
On the furthest battlefield of the galaxy, the necrons' fleet and the Terran Dominion's fleet united to launch attacks against the massive hive fleet tendrils.
But whether it was the necrons' arc attacks, the Terran Dominion's titan attacks, or even both sides deploying world-class world engine planetary battleships to meet the enemy...
The Tyranid Swarm, however, remained endless, as if determined to defeat the combined forces of the two races, refusing to retreat at all costs.
One after another, hive fleet of the same scale as the Leviathan Tyranid Swarm that the Imperium had faced before, surged like a tide towards the combined necron and Terran Dominion positions.
Every day, warships were destroyed, but every day, new warships emerged from the shipyards and were deployed to the front lines of the war.
Because the necrons had begun to acquire souls, their armies were completely unafraid of death!
What death could a mechanical army fear?
After all, with souls, they no longer had to worry about their consciousness being depleted with each transmission.
The necrons, in this war against the Tyranid Swarm, could be said to be giving their all; Szarekh even personally led the fleet in attack.
The necrons' gods frequently interfered with the reality of the war from the Warp to assist humanity and the necrons in actively combating The Great Devourer.
After all, Zeke and the Emperor were both unavailable at this time, but even so, even if the combined forces of the necrons and humanity repelled countless Tyranid Swarm offensives, as the war continued, Szarekh, the Silent king, grew somewhat weary.
The situation in the galaxy continued at this pace; after the Imperium of Man annihilated the T'au Empire, no one dared to provoke the Imperium of Man again.
The peripheral Tyranid Swarm were firmly held back by the main fleets of the necrons and the Terran Dominion, allowing the Imperium a rare five years of peace.
Five years later—
The war on the edge of the galaxy still had not ended; the Tyranid Swarm continued their relentless attacks, and the wreckage of warships across the entire galactic edge was now incomparable to what it was five years ago.
From small frigates to large titan ships and even planetary battleships, all suffered losses in these five years of war; the Terran Dominion lost over 26 battle moons.
As for other types of warships, they were countless, and the necrons' losses were also significant, though fortunately, they now possessed souls, preventing them from simply disappearing.
One necron dynasty after another awakened from within the galaxy and joined this war, but the strength of the Tyranid Swarm truly exceeded everyone's expectations.
The necrons and humanity deployed planetary battleships, while the Tyranid Swarm deployed bio-warships even larger than the entire Solar System combined.
However, in a battle one year ago, the Tyranid Swarm deployed warships, some even the size of a star system, to engage them.
In that battle, humanity alone lost 12 battle moons.
The necrons also lost 8 world engines, and the Silent king personally used C'tan Shards.
Such immense casualties were paid just to destroy the enemy's bio-warships.
After crushing this wave of enemy attacks, the Tyranid Swarm's assaults gradually began to stagnate.
However, no one underestimated the Tyranid Swarm; everyone knew that an even larger war was likely about to erupt.
Five years was enough time for Zeke to resolve the Emperor's desire for ascension; once these matters were settled, Zeke arrived at the edge of the galaxy.
The first thing he did upon reaching the galactic edge, of course, was to find his parents; including the series of events before and these five years, Zeke had not seen his parents for a full seven years.
Seven years is a long time.
Upon seeing his parents, Zeke and his parents exchanged wordless glances; they actually had much to say, but when they truly met, no words came out, only embraces to express their longing.
"You've gotten thinner, Ezekiel, you've gotten thinner. You've worked hard these past years," Anne hugged Zeke tightly, patting his back.
Grisha also hugged Zeke tightly, offering him support as a father, though he knew very well that his son did not need him for support, but the psychological feeling and the actual need were two different things.
The family hugged for a long time; when the three released their embrace, Grisha and Anne did not pressure Zeke about marriage this time. They had already received the message from the Emperor.
Their child already had a partner, so they no longer needed to worry about that issue.
Although she didn't rush Zeke to marry, after the three released their embrace, Anne still added a remark.
"Remember to hold the wedding soon, and then have children soon."
His mother's words made Zeke stumble, nearly falling.
Have children?
Heaven and earth bear witness, he was still a virgin!
Zeke stumbled away from his parents' location, and Szarekh saw his state clearly.
As a necrons Silent king with emotional intelligence, Silent king Szarekh naturally knew what could be said and what couldn't, so he didn't speak, nor did he step forward to help Zeke.
Instead, he continued to stand upright in his position, whistling and looking at the sky, as if he hadn't seen Zeke's recent stumble.
It wasn't until Zeke had adjusted his state that the Silent king turned his head to look at Zeke and walked towards him.
After five years, this was the first time Zeke met the necrons Silent king in the real universe after their meeting in the Warp.
Zeke felt that he needed to be grateful for the other party's previous assistance, so he extended his hand.
"Thank you very much for your previous support to us."
"Hmm, you're welcome, but it's just a matter of mutual benefit." Szarekh accepted Zeke's thanks, but he still clarified that it was merely a matter of mutual benefit.
The Silent king didn't need to take advantage of others.
Although he hadn't expected the other party to answer in such a way, Zeke didn't feel any ill will towards the Silent king's reply; straightforward people were easier to deal with.
"Then tell me, do you have any issues coming to find me?"
"If I'm not mistaken, we've already paid all the souls required by the necrons over the past five years?"
As he spoke, Zeke looked at Szarekh with a very curious gaze, somewhat confused as to why he would suddenly come to find him.
"Don't you think it's been a bit too quiet recently?"
Szarekh didn't hide it; instead, he directly posed this question to Zeke.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Zeke retorted.
However, despite the retort, Zeke had already straightened his body, wanting to hear what this king of the necrons had to say.
"The war a year ago, although you didn't personally participate, you should have learned about that war during your time here, right?"
The Silent king asked.
"Of course, although we couldn't personally intervene in that war, its scale was large enough that I needed to understand it after the war."
Szarekh nodded.
"Since that's the case, then what I'm about to say will be easier to understand. Don't you think the border regions have been a bit too quiet over the past year?"
"You and I both know that these Tyranid Swarm need a large amount of biomass; they need energy replenishment. However, the fleets they've sent out during this period haven't been powerful."
"But you and I can both observe in the Warp; we can both see that the Tyranid Swarm's fleet is continuously increasing, and the shadow of The Great Devourer is constantly growing stronger. This indicates that the Tyranid Swarm has not disappeared."
"These guys are assembling their armies, and yet they haven't engaged in large-scale wars with us during this time, which is enough to suggest they have a conspiracy!"
Szarekh expressed his unease about the peaceful life over the past year and also wanted to use this to warn Zeke.
"I understand, after all, I'm also in the Warp. I've seen their shadow growing larger and larger, which indicates that the Tyranid Swarm's fleet size is increasing."
"But what can we do? Should we take this opportunity to proactively attack and eliminate those Tyranid Swarm?"
"No, that won't work. If we launch a proactive attack, our warships will be lost there.
At the same time, these bugs can convert their warships that we've destroyed back into biomass and then build newer warships."
"Against such opponents as these bugs, we actually don't have the ability to launch a proactive attack, unless our proactive attack can directly crush them."
"But you're also aware of the current situation. Although we can still defend, launching an offensive attack is unlikely to defeat those Tyranid Swarm fleets."
Although Zeke also wanted to launch a direct proactive attack to eliminate the threat of the Tyranid Swarm, the reality of the war situation was clear.
The Tyranid Swarm, relying on their endless numbers, meant that the current combined forces of the necrons and humanity were not enough to wipe them out in one fell swoop.
Now, if the Tyranid Swarm constantly came to fight at the front lines, they would leave a large number of corpses there.
Humans and the necrons could use the resources from these corpses to continue building their warships or ammunition to counter the Tyranid Swarm.
Although this small gain could be said to be a drop in the bucket, and the Tyranid Swarm would also salvage some corpses, it didn't matter.
However, no matter what, such a situation was a matter of ebb and flow, and it would definitely be a huge loss for the Tyranid Swarm. But a proactive attack would be different.
"My intention isn't for us to proactively attack to resolve the Tyranid Swarm's threat; you've misunderstood." Szarekh quickly waved his hand, clarifying that his opinion was not that.
"I just want to tell you that, according to our recent probes, the Tyranid Swarm might launch a large-scale attack next year or the year after. We need to prepare a sufficiently sized fleet."
"This attack might be even more terrifying than the last one; we must make plans early."
Szarekh had no intention of forming a joint army with Zeke to invade the Tyranid Swarm, as their numbers were too vast.
Even the necrons' fleet and the Terran Dominion's combined fleet would be overwhelmed by their numbers.
And don't assume that the bugs don't have sufficient technology; they also possess advanced biological technology.
Although their warships might be insignificant compared to those of the necrons and the Terran Dominion, their sheer numbers could compensate for everything.
"I understand that, and preparations are already underway.
However, as you know, military development cannot be rushed, and weapon manufacturing cannot be rushed. We can only do what we can do in front of us right now."
Zeke, of course, understood Szarekh's concerns, but what could he do?
His colonies and the Terran Dominion's colonies were already operating at full capacity, with vast amounts of warships and resources continuously being sent to shipyards.
One new warship after another was being built, and even more engineering ships were constructing Stellar Bases and forward operating bases.
However, even with all this, the planet's production capacity was still limited.
A finished warship not only required technology but also a large amount of resources, qualified naval officers, as well as consumption and maintenance.
The situation of the Imperium of Man was clear: Zeke needed to simultaneously focus on development and reserve military forces. The current rate of military growth had already reached its limit.
"So we need to expand our sources. I've learned in the Warp that they've opened a tunnel. It's time to move against other galaxies. At least we need reinforcements; we need resources!"
Zeke was a bit bewildered. Why did it seem like everyone knew that The Warp had opened a passage to other galaxies, but only he and the Emperor were unaware?
Just how big of a mess did that guy Zekeyuan get into while he was helping the Emperor?
Zeke fell into thought. So far, Gork had come to them for help, and Szarekh had also expressed his intention to wage war on another galaxy.
Gork and Mork's needs were the energy of the Gork on the other side and faith from the orks.
What Szarekh needed was that, in the face of the Tyranid Swarm, their resources were becoming increasingly scarce. To continue fighting the Tyranid Swarm, they needed more resources.
Zeke also agreed with this point.
Because he also knew that if the current war continued, even draining all the resources of the galaxy would not be enough.
The Tyranid Swarm, based on previous conversations, could be confirmed as the same existence as the Thorian Protoss.
At the same time, because Zeke Hui, leading the Terran Dominion, had already crushed the Stalker Civilization, these Tyranid Swarm now occupied countless dimensions.
To fight against this level of cataclysmic entity, the current number of human legions was definitely not enough; even if the Terran Dominion arrived later, it might not be enough.
After all, the Dominion only brought 1000 star systems with them. Although they had the Terran Dominion's super-technology, which had directly transcended the law of conservation of energy, the other side occupied countless galaxies and universes, and it would be too troublesome for the Dominion to eliminate them.
Even using an Immaterium Engine would be useless.
After all, this thing also had to destroy one universe after another, and it required sufficient energy. What if that universe didn't have enough Warp or The Warp energy?
Because of this, Zeke, who had previously shown no interest in the other galaxy, began to develop an interest in it.
Increase income and decrease expenditure. Since expenditure could not be decreased, only income could be increased.
"What you said makes sense. You've all told me there's a passage to another galaxy, so I will investigate it."
"Give me the coordinates. I'll go into The Warp now and look for those Four Chaos Gods."
Zeke, who had already decided to launch a war, chose to act quickly after hearing Szarekh's words.
Because the Tyranid Swarm's second massive offensive could begin at any time.
Once the Tyranid Swarm sent out a large number of planet-sized or star-sized Leviathans again, more resources would be needed here.
He had to be quick, quickly mobilize the army to conquer a piece of land in the other galaxy, and then be self-sufficient in that area.
"Alright, these are the coordinates of that tunnel. You can go and see it then, but there are seals of the other Four Chaos Gods there. If you go there, they will probably come to stop you."
Szarekh readily transmitted the coordinates of the passage in The Warp to Zeke, and Zeke, after receiving the coordinates, opened the passage without hesitation.
"Stop me? They'd have to be capable of it."
"If we humans cannot withstand The Great Devourer's attack, then even these Chaos Gods in The Warp will inevitably be attacked by The Great Devourer."
"And if they refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit..."
Zeke had the ability to overturn the table.
If the Chaos Gods of The Warp refused a toast only to drink a forfeit, leading to the collapse of humanity's defense line at the edge of the galaxy, and this galaxy was beyond saving, then Zeke would take his parents away.
When the main force of the Terran Dominion arrived, Zeke would directly destroy this universe, making them completely disappear.
Although Szarekh didn't know where Zeke got such confidence, he still chose to trust him.
To block the Tyranid Swarm's attack, it was impossible to succeed without human aid; relying solely on the Necron Empire could not eliminate these bugs.
Therefore, instead of questioning Zeke, it was best to maintain trust in him. This was the best choice.
Zeke didn't care about Szarekh's thoughts. His figure reappeared in The Warp, and with one stride, he arrived before the seal provided by Szarekh.
The seal was a swirling chaos eight-pointed star, imbued with the aura of the Four Chaos Gods.
"Szarekh didn't lie to me; this really is a seal set by those Four Chaos Gods. If I move this seal, those Four Chaos Gods will definitely know."
The moment he saw the seal, Zeke already knew what this damned thing was.
However, he didn't care that the Chaos Gods would know he had arrived here; instead, he directly took action.
He clenched his right fist, pulled it back, and then punched forward fiercely. The enormous psychic attack directly shattered the seal.
The massive attack shook the entire Warp, and a small Warp storm erupted as a result. The Four Chaos Gods had also reacted.
The next second, the Four Chaos Gods disappeared from their respective domains and appeared around the seal, looking at Zeke, who had already broken the seal.
Zeke slowly retracted his hand and looked at the Four Chaos Gods around him in a horse stance.
If these Four Chaos Gods dared to make a move, he would definitely not be polite—
"Let's cooperate." Zeke was ready for battle, but to his surprise, Tzeentch's words made his jaw drop.
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"Tzeentch, are you sane?!" Hearing such an outrageous statement, Zeke asked this question in disbelief.
"If I'm not mistaken, we were still fighting to the death a few years ago, and now you want to join forces with me."
"What's the reason? Tell me, what's your reason for doing this?"
Enemies who hated each other so much a few years ago that they wanted to kill each other, suddenly proposing an alliance this year—anyone would be bewildered by such an absurd request for a while.
The other three of the Chaos Gods did not speak. They all took a step back, giving Tzeentch enough space.
The meaning was clear: let this blue bird talk to Zeke.
"Because we have common interests. Only by cooperating can we obtain our respective interests, and we do not have actual conflicting core interests."
The world bustles and hustles, all for profit.
Whether it's Chaos Gods or ordinary people, profit is always the most important and most direct existence.
And he clearly knew that Zeke was not someone he could fool. Instead of saying a lot of deceptive words, it was better to directly lay his cards on the table with Zeke.
"Interests?" Zeke murmured.
"You're quite honest this time, not telling me all that nonsense."
"You want the other galaxy to belong to your own Chaos Gods' essence, and then make yourselves stronger, right?"
Since Gork and Mork's goal was this, Zeke naturally also understood what the goal of these Four Chaos Gods was.
"Yes!"
This time, it wasn't just Tzeentch who spoke, but all Four Chaos Gods.
Honesty in this regard.