Chapter 909: Light and Dark

"Act as we planned?" Amaraga sneered. He didn't think Kalbohar could do this. He thought so back then, but he was beaten to a pulp by the Subjective.

Kalbohar glanced at Amaraga coldly and didn't explain his plan and ideas to him. In his opinion, the cooperation with Amaraga was only temporary.

In fact, he had no interest in defeating the Subjective. He just wanted to go to Mars to meet the real Wanji God, and then assist him in destroying the corpse on the Golden Throne that had been pretending to be a god for a long time.

"If it was just Kalbohar alone, he really couldn't do this." A disembodied voice came.

"But if our powers are combined, the subject's attention will be seriously consumed. The mortal body is destined to prevent him from appearing in more than one place at the same time. He can only deal with this problem and then deal with the next one, which means that we have enough time to brew more problems. It's like a mansion. The subject is the master of life in it. We are just listening to the objects he fiddles with, but we can affect several toilets in the mansion to the edge of spraying. Even if the subject can fix these toilets one by one, he can't prevent the bad fate of shit flying all over the house." The same voice as the speaker just now also sounded.

"This is really a disgusting metaphor." Amaraga complained.

"Considering your simple brain structure, I can only use this to explain it, idiot!"

"But he can also choose to blow up the mansion directly, right? There will be no problem in this way." Amaraga continued.

"But he won't do that. We have already hinted to the Subjective through the hand of the Silent King. He will never let the Milky Way perish unless it is absolutely necessary."

"This is gambling."

"We like gambling."

The Fateweaver Carlos rose from the corner of the shadow. He looked very strange now. He didn't have the gorgeous feathers that were common in the Tzeentch Demon. There was only a vague shadow. This reminded Kalbohar of the invisible waste abyss extract they sewed into the leather bags of the Tau people.

"You must keep the contract well and bring it to the god you believe in." Carlos' two heads said to Kalbohar in unison.

Kalbohar nodded, indicating that he and the Dark Mechanicus were fully prepared, just waiting for the Mountain Phalanx to be released here by the power of the Emperor.

"Then I want to ask." Amaraga raised his hand like a curious student, then turned his head 180 degrees and asked, "Can you reveal your plan? I'm curious about how you will deal with the upcoming Subjective."

"Is this your question, or is it the fraudster's deliberate question?" One of Carlos' heads asked.

"It doesn't matter! He's already a puppet of the Deceiver!" Carlos' other head yelled.

The two heads mumbled for a while, and then they sang in unison to slowly tell the plan involving the subjective action.

Abaddon's Black Legion.

The warlord's iron-clad orc boys.

Degraded creations in a petri dish.

The Phalanx Fortress, which was awakened by the void dragon to automatically attack the system.

Symbols representing these four things were generated in Carlos' hands, "These are the problems on the surface, and the subjective will spend time and attention to deal with them."

"So what is the dark side?" Amaraga asked jokingly, and Carlos's two heads just glared at him and told him nothing.

But Amaraga had his own brain. He pretended to be distressed, and then analyzed based on the information he had recently collected and the information the deceiver had told him, "The God of All Machines raging on Mars, the Lord of Decay with a surge in power, the Lord of Destiny with self-destructive power, the Lord of War in a weak state, and the Lord of Joy in a state of food accumulation. Are these your secret preparations?"

Carlos nodded with one head, shook his other head, and then answered together, "Guess?"

Amaraga's face twitched, and his smile seemed stiff and forced, and then the voice of the deceiver entered his mind and told him two more pieces of information.

Abaddon was preparing new sorcery to redivide the battlefield, and the one who reached out to him was Magnus, whose soul was enslaved by Tzeentch. This must be Tzeentch's intention. He knew that the Subjective had always had a strong interest in the Primarch.

The expansion of Nurgle's power of decay and the earth-shattering disturbance of the Battle of Cadia are becoming increasingly difficult to conceal. Mortarion is very curious about the situation outside the Garden of Nurgle, so he plans to take the fleet out for a look and perform some rituals while Nurgle's power is expanding.

"What about Lorgar?"

"He also took advantage of Nurgle's growing power to compete with the Ascended Corax. I think the two of them will soon be able to determine who is better, but to be on the safe side, I still left a lot of assistants around Lorgar. As long as he doesn't want to fight alone, it won't be a problem to restrain the lone Corax."

The Deceiver answered concisely and gave Amaraga new instructions, "But there are some things I'm still not sure about. Tzeentch's intention to cooperate with us is not firm. He will definitely betray me when necessary."

Amaraga was happy after hearing this, "Betray you? I think you will betray him before Tzeentch betrays you, and then you will choose to betray each other at the same time so that no one will suffer."

"Congratulations!" The Deceiver applauded Amaraga enthusiastically, "You finally understand this point. You are really talented."

After the false celebration, the voice of the deceiver became somewhat ethereal, "Check what Tzeentch is doing now. Also, give this thing to Carlos."

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The voice disappeared, and Amaraja's eyes closed uncontrollably for a moment. When he opened them, he found that he had a webway key in his hand that pointed directly to the keel of the Bjetan Ark.

Before he could react to what this webway key meant, Carlos's claws reached out.

"This is a fair deal."

Amaraja looked at Carlos and found that he was holding a ball of material in his claws that looked similar to the Invisible Waste Abyss Extract, but a closer look revealed that this chaotic appearance was woven from countless fragments of history, and its interior was loaded with the knowledge crystallization of countless civilizations.

Carl Bohar also discovered this, his breathing became rapid, and the desire for new knowledge was tearing his soul and engine.

Amaraga handed the webway key to Carlos, and also took over the historical seal full of knowledge. The shock he felt after getting it became more obvious. Then it was taken away by Kalbohar, the always calm dark mechanical sage who was using all the instruments in his body to explore the mystery of knowledge.

"How did you get this thing?" Amaraga asked subconsciously. This was definitely not made of Tzeentch's power. He had seen those magnificent subspace knowledge crystals before.

"Oh. This." Carlos put away the webway key and laughed strangely, "Instead of explaining it, let me introduce you to a new ally."

"So when can we start? I can't wait to record new history!" The onlooker was dissatisfied with Tzeentch's slow movements and threatened to withdraw from the alliance, but this was just a small means of threat, and it did not mean that the onlooker really wanted to withdraw from the alliance.

Countless information exploded in the minds of Kalbohar and Amaraga, and there was no way to isolate the influx of this information.