Chapter 1039 - Chapter 1039 Chapter 714 Grey Knight Training Plan_2
Chapter 1039: Chapter 714 Grey Knight Training Plan_2 Chapter 1039: Chapter 714 Grey Knight Training Plan_2 Hearing this, Kiriman nodded. He understood Duanmu Huai’s meaning clearly. Evidently, the Chaos Evil God itself was harmful to the Empire, whether in Destruction or in Preservation, any involvement with the Empire represented a threat. On this point, Duanmu Huai seemed very direct.
“So, Great Judge, are you saying that the evil beings in Subspace are not to be trusted, even if they stand on our side?”
As expected, someone questioned with doubt.
“Of course, just like the devils in myths and legends, the humans who make deals with them will never end well. They are ultimately corrupted by Chaos, turning into dirty and ugly monsters. Horus is now like this, or when Rogal arrives, you can see for yourselves his mental state. They all think they are doing the right thing. Horus believes he hasn’t succumbed to the Evil God; he only uses the power of the Chaos Evil God to achieve his goal of saving the Empire–astounding foolishness and arrogance, and perhaps you could enjoy watching how all this unfolds from the VIP seats.”
Having said so, Duanmu Huai glanced at the think tank that had asked the question.
“Also, it is best not to harbor those ridiculous ideas of self-sacrifice. Perhaps some of you think ‘as long as I sacrifice my soul, even if it saves the whole world, it’s worth it,’ but I can assure you, even if you do so, what follows is unimaginable pain. These beings might indeed keep their promises, but definitely not in the way you expect. For example, the people of a world suffer from radiation and mutations. You choose to make a deal with some dead fat slob in exchange for your soul, hoping to heal those suffering people. And indeed, he fulfills your wish – he spreads a virus that turns the world’s people into mindless, zombie-like mutants who no longer feel the pain of radiation mutations or sadness from it… How about that? Your wish is granted, but is this the fulfillment you desired?”
“…………”
At this, Kiriman’s expression darkened, and those think tanks also seemed contemplative.
Just then, another think tank raised a hand to ask.
“So according to you, these evil entities from Subspace harbor deep malice towards humans, but I don’t understand… why would they do that?”
“Of course, this is part of our enlightenment session. I will begin with the basics, but I won’t tell you their names. You can call them The Brute, The Pervert, The Fat Slob, and The Idiot.”
“Why?”
“Because names hold Magic Power. In Subspace, just knowing its name, it senses it–as if it hears someone calling them. Then they will curiously come to see which fool is summoning them, and then you are done for.”
Having said this, Duanmu Huai smirked.
“Alright, let’s start from the beginning; first, let’s talk about the Ancient Saints…”
For Duanmu Huai, this was a lesson in History general knowledge: the beginning of the Universe, the existence of Ancient Saints, the Spirit race, Fear of Death, and the Star Gods. What followed was an unimaginable great war, the troubles caused by the Spirit race, and the consequences of their pursuit of sensory pleasures leading to the birth of some perverts. This then awakened the consciousness in Subspace already filled with malice and brought forth the Evil Gods.
It must be said that not only were the think tanks dumbfounded, but even Kiriman was astounded — honestly, for players, these expositions by Duanmu Huai were just background information, but for them, it was like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky.
“…So, you mean because of all this, they turned into such entities?”
“That’s right, millions of years of war, the entire Milky Way involved, countless lives lost, more numerous than the stars in the sky. Compared to the scale of this war, your so-called Great Crusade and Horus’s rebellion are just village brawls. Their pain, wails, and curses before death filled the Subspace, turning it into a sewage river, a garbage dump. You cannot expect a white lotus to grow out of such rotten, stinky trash, can you?”
As he spoke, Duanmu Huai spread his hands.
“Then… are they unbeatable?”