Chapter 588: The Grand Conference

(PS: I was dragged out for a family feast today. The hot pot was delicious, and I had a bit of wine, so I’m a little tipsy. Please forgive me for skipping one update today.)

The Warp is a unique feature of the Warhammer dream world, or rather, it is the very thing that sucks from this 0.5 dream world, drawing the true root of reality from within!

Every sentient being that dies in the Warhammer dream world, unless they have special means, will fall into the Warp, including their mental consciousness and, naturally, their soul.

It can be said that the Warp is a cesspit filled with negative mental consciousness and souls!

If one were to speak of a vast source of souls, the first thing that comes to mind in the Warhammer world is undoubtedly the Warp.

This was originally one of Su Xing’s plans. To rescue the three little animals and the Huang Jinshu, he had to break the infinite cycle and perfect closed loop of the three roots of the psychic civilization. To do this, he truly had to execute the original plan he had set with Chu Minghao and Liang Min, though he would no longer involve them.

Therefore, targeting the Warp was a matter of course.

After the voice of death faded, Su Xing looked at Imotekh the Stormlord and said, "That is how it is. I believe you heard that voice, too? Do you have any questions now?"

Imotekh the Stormlord had indeed heard the voice. Upon hearing it, its information processing equipment immediately identified the owner of the voice... Death itself. It was the voice emitted by Death itself.

Imotekh the Stormlord said, "That was a meme. Just by hearing the voice, one knows its origin. It is a type of essence-confirmation meme without significant negative effects, so I have no doubts about the owner of the voice. I also do not have significant doubts about whether He can reshape my soul. I have two concerns... First, why do you want to help us? Is it merely for the matter-folding transition engine? Second, will you truly fulfill the promise you have made to me?"

This was the attitude of a negotiation. Su Xing laughed and looked around, saying, "Since you feel we can continue talking, we don't need to stand here in a standoff. Let’s stop the war first, then find a place where we can both send our high-ranking officials. You and I will both attend, and we can make the scene formal and official. This discussion will have far-reaching consequences. What do you think?"

Imotekh the Stormlord thought for a moment and nodded its metal skull. "Very well. If this transaction and your promise can truly be fulfilled, this will be a major event affecting the entire galaxy and countless races. No amount of importance placed upon it would be excessive. Our current conversation is too hasty and does not befit the historical status of this talk... Are you not afraid that I will hide once I return?"

Su Xing chuckled. He looked around, found no good target, and then looked up at the sky. He pointed upward and said, "Just watch."

Imotekh the Stormlord looked up but saw nothing. It looked at Su Xing in confusion. Su Xing spread his feet, settled his Qi into his dantian, moved his blood and Qi, erupted his blood energy, surged his internal power, and ignited his Haki. In an instant, a wave of air erupted from him, forcing Imotekh the Stormlord to retreat several meters. At the same time, a straight column of white smoke shot from Su Xing’s body directly into the clouds.

"This is about fifty percent of my current full strength."

Su Xing said earnestly to Imotekh the Stormlord. He was not lying. Although his national martial arts system, human-immortal martial way, immortal martial arts, and Haki were all fully ignited, he still had not used his Guyver armor, his magical girl transformation, nor had he unleashed the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon during his attacks. The former was additive, while the latter two were terrifyingly multiplicative. Not to mention the one-time hero-race transformation, so he was not wrong in saying he had used fifty percent of his full power.

Imotekh the Stormlord did not know this. The data in its eyes was skyrocketing, but before the data could refresh to the peak, it saw Su Xing raise his hands to the sky, energy distorting the air gathering frantically between his palms.

"Burst, reality! Shatter, spirit! Banish this world! Wicked Eye of the Evil King!!"

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Twin Dragons Leave the Sea!"

As he struck with both palms, two visible, massive dragon-shaped Qi blasts lunged toward the clouds—a thousand meters, ten thousand meters, one hundred thousand meters...

Everyone on the planet and outside it witnessed this scene. The two dragon-shaped Qi blasts danced into the space outside the planet's atmosphere, each ten thousand meters long. They hovered, coiled, and intertwined, eventually vanishing. All the space metal debris they passed through was blasted into dust.

After striking this blow, Su Xing stood satisfied, retracting his hands and gazing at Imotekh the Stormlord.

Imotekh the Stormlord was merely a metal skeleton; no expression could be seen, and its body remained motionless. After a long while, it suddenly performed the half-bowing etiquette of a subordinate to a superior from when the Necrons were still the Necrontyr toward Su Xing. It said, "As you wish, I will not flee or hide. I will be present at this meeting... I think I must be mad to actually look forward to a joint meeting between humanity and the Necrons..."

Then, three days later...

"I think I must be mad to actually see Orks and Tyranids here, too..."

As soon as Imotekh the Stormlord and its honor guard exited the phase space, they were immediately targeted by at least a hundred high-powered bolters from Space Marines. However, Imotekh the Stormlord showed no fear. It strode toward the core building of the forge world with its three chosen adjutants and eight honor guards.

Kethia, Ivelan Uslan, the Captain of the 9th Company of Ultramarines, as well as the remaining Canoness, Ecclesiarchy priests, and Tech-Priests, who had already prepared in advance, were standing outside the newly built grand conference hall.

Imotekh the Stormlord walked up to this group of people. Looking at the humans blocking its path, it said disdainfully, "Do you think my subordinates and I could harm that existence inside? Don't joke. Get this straight: I am the one who came here risking my life!"

Although that was the case, and everyone present could confirm it was true, they still stubbornly blocked Imotekh the Stormlord. Just then, Su Xing’s voice rang out: "I was wondering why I couldn't see you people; why did you run over there? Let them all in. This is the All-Universe Proletariat... the All-Universe Anti-Warp Alliance Conference. No one is allowed to block anyone!"

With Su Xing’s word, the crowd had no choice but to open the passage. Imotekh the Stormlord didn't care and continued walking. As it passed the group of Space Marines, the Captain of the 9th Company of Ultramarines said coldly, "I will be watching you. Remember your attitude, alien. Inside is the noble Savior of the Galaxy! Show him respect; that is the only reason you are alive!"

Imotekh the Stormlord remained noncommittal, maintaining a cold, aloof demeanor as it continued forward. Its adjutants behind it seemed somewhat indignant, but the Necrons had a strictly pyramidal structure where the superior ruled all, so they followed quietly behind Imotekh the Stormlord.

However, Imotekh the Stormlord’s cold demeanor did not last long. Along the way, the human side did not surprise it at all—for an existence like Su Xing, it would not be excessive even if humanity emptied its entire race's military. But what the hell were so many Eldar and Dark Eldar doing here? Since when were they on such good terms with humanity?

That was not all; what the hell was that large group of neatly arranged Orks? No, the words "Ork" and "neatly arranged" did not go together!

And what the hell were those two massive Tyranid beasts?

The key was that these two massive and majestic Tyranid beasts were actually guarding the entrance to the grand conference hall peacefully, showing not a hint of their ruthless predator nature.

Well, seeing this, Imotekh the Stormlord could still suppress its emotions and remain calm. After all, it was the Stormlord, the king of the entire Necron race second only to the Silent King. Although it was indeed shocking to have humans, Eldar, Orks, and Tyranids all in one place, it was not enough to make it lose its composure...

"What the hell are these four Warp demons!?"

Inside the grand conference hall, many people were already seated, but Imotekh the Stormlord saw the four demons sitting behind Su Xing at a glance. Three had their own seats, while the remaining two-headed bird-like demon was locked in a metal cage, though it was also squatting on the ground obediently.

"Gaga, Imotekh the Stormlord, I have already seen your past!"

"Gaga, Imotekh the Stormlord, I have already seen your future!"

The bird-like demon cackled, its two heads speaking similar but different words.

Su Xing flicked his finger with a *snap*, and the bird-like demon’s forehead hit the metal cage. Immediately, inscriptions flashed on the cage, burning the bird-like demon until it shrieked loudly.

Imotekh the Stormlord’s information database flashed rapidly. It quickly confirmed the identity of this bird-like demon... the famous Greater Daemon under Tzeentch, Kairos Fateweaver. It didn't expect that even he had been captured by this existence...

After Su Xing finished punishing the bird-like demon, he stood up and said to Imotekh the Stormlord, "The Stormlord is indeed a man of his word. Please, take your seat. Next, the representatives of each race shall speak of the sins of the Warp and hold a swearing-in ceremony for this joint attack on the Warp!"

Imotekh the Stormlord sat down in silence. Then, Su Xing nodded to the Inquisitor Anris Guss beside him. Anris Guss showed a very, very conflicted expression, but under Su Xing’s order, he still shouted into the loudspeaker, "Then, we invite the representative of the Ork race to speak first."

Everyone showed grotesque, eerie, and conflicted expressions, whether they were human or Eldar representatives. They watched as a giant Ork, whose stature far exceeded any other Ork, walked in from outside the conference hall.

Although this Ork wore neat armor and walked with a steady, measured pace, it fell into a long silence when it stood on the podium.

The crowd was equally silent, and the atmosphere in the entire conference hall gradually became eerie.

Seeing that this wouldn't work, Su Xing moved his lips and transmitted his voice to the Ork: "Tell them why you want to attack the Warp and why you are participating in this joint war."

The Ork giant nodded slightly, reached up to scratch its head, and then let out a massive, loud, and blood-boiling speech: "WAAAGH!!"

"WAAAGH!"

"WAAAGH!"

The Orks maintaining order outside the entire conference hall couldn't help but roar and scream in excitement.

Su Xing slapped his own face, watching the expressions of all the participants becoming increasingly bizarre. To prevent this hard-won conference from becoming a joke, Su Xing had to stand up himself.

"Forget it, let me put it simply!"

Su Xing’s voice drowned out the Orks' war cries. His voice was not loud, but it appeared clearly in everyone’s ears and traveled outside the conference hall, almost enveloping the entire forge district. Everyone—pilgrims, Astra Militarum, Space Marines, Eldar warriors, Orks, and Necrons—heard this voice.

"The Orks want a super-big war. Fine, I’ll give it to you. The battlefield is the Warp, and we are going to hack all four gods to death!!"

"WAAAGH!!!"

The Orks roared again.

Su Xing continued: "The Eldar want to eliminate their great enemy, want to not be tortured after death, and want their race to revive. Fine, I’ll give it to you. We will go together and beat Slaanesh to death. I will do it myself!"

All the Eldar present smiled, even imagining the golden age of racial revival appearing after Slaanesh was gone.

Su Xing looked at the Stormlord again and said: "You Necrons want souls. Fine, I’ll give them to you. Let’s go conquer the Warp together. I will be the main force, and you will drain the Warp. I will also give you the souls from the Warp to trade back your own!"

Imotekh the Stormlord nodded reservedly. It inexplicably believed Su Xing’s words and truly felt he might be able to do it. And if he followed Su Xing and achieved all this, he would be the undisputed King of the Necrons... a true king far surpassing the Silent King!

"And then, humanity... my compatriots!"

Su Xing said: "I know what you wish for: to eliminate the Warp forever, so there is no more corruption, no more falling, and no more enemies emerging from those nightmares, so you can grow and die freely. And your Emperor will surely return. I promise you, and also..."

"My first stop... is Terra!"

Su Xing roared loudly: "To attack the Warp, I have decided to go to Terra first to revive the Emperor. I will fight side-by-side with him and march toward that hell!"

"Are you willing to trade your struggle for all of this?"

All the humans present—a number greater than the Eldar, Orks, and Necrons combined—came from the Space Marines, Astra Militarum, Pilgrim Army, Sisters of Battle, Mechanicus, Inquisition... and all other factions, including rare and special units like the Grey Knights and Custodes.

At this very moment, all the humans cheered, shouting about loyalty, for the Emperor, and for the title of Savior. Even the Grey Knights bowed their heads slightly, and the Custodes were moved to tears.

Su Xing pressed his palm down slightly, and all the noise gradually ceased. He looked at every race and every person present, then shouted loudly: "Then now..."

"Are you willing to join this war?"

"A holy war where mortals raise their blades against gods!"

"I will lead you..."

"To slaughter gods!"