Chapter 234 Diplomatic Policy

Looking at the current universe, there are probably only three races that can seriously unite.

The new generation of Tau have illusions about the Milky Way because of their own naivety and ignorance. They still don't fully understand the magnitude of the enemy the Empire is. They just think that the Empire is two to three times larger than the Tau Empire.

The Eldar who are about to die, as long as their prophecies do not involve the nonsense of annihilating humans to ensure the survival of the race, these people will also be a help. Even black bean sprouts can barely be counted. After all, these guys are just trying to suck other people's souls to prevent themselves from being sucked.

The future Death Army will also incorporate many black bean sprouts from Gemo, but if they really want to unite with humans, they'd better change their lifestyle. Otherwise, don’t blame the Empire for being too cruel when the bolt gun is pressed against your head.

Finally there are the Necrontyrs, now known as the Necrons. If they could meet a more enlightened overlord like Trazin, or sign a contract with the autistic King of Silence outside the galaxy, they wouldn't be able to discuss it.

In fact, apart from a few overlords with extreme ideas, most of the Necrontyr can still be negotiated, but the price is still high.

The spirit tribe has a bomb in your house, which can affect his house, so he forced his way into your house, was discovered by you, and forced him to do something to the detriment of the fish in the pond. The truth is that you don't say that there is a bomb in your house that is about to explode. bomb.

In the end, the bomb exploded, killing both the Eldar who wanted to defuse the bomb and you who lived at home.

Necrontyrs are the kind of people who wake up from the basement and find a bomb in the house. It turns out that it is a handmade toy from their kindergarten. After tearing it apart a few times, they find that their house has changed drastically. It is full of unknown people. Plant bugs and small animals.

The overlord said: This is my home, get out quickly, or I will help you get out.

But it’s not easy to find a nest. No one wants to just leave. Besides, you’ve been sleeping in the basement for millions of years. Who knows if this house is really yours.

So the overlord couldn't bear it anymore, did a big cleaning, and sent all the animals to the stove to be burned as firewood.

If it were Trazin, he would choose to keep a few cute and special pets, and the rest would be made into specimens and hung on the wall.

But the rest is difficult. The greenskins just want to fight. The reason why they won't fight you now is because if they kill you, they won't have to fight tomorrow.

Tyron just wants to eat, just like grazing, from east to west, from south to north, and then wait for you to grow a crop before eating again for a round of sustainable development.

The evil god of subspace just wants to turn the universe into a cesspit, so that everyone will maintain painful and intense emotions, continuously nourishing them and becoming stronger.

"Sigh." Lin Fan, who felt that his tasks were becoming increasingly heavy, didn't even bother to think about the issue of the conservative forces in the empire. After Guilliman was alive, a large number of inquisitors and members of the state religion expressed dissatisfaction with the original body.

I really don’t know how many more years of civil war the human empire will have to fight after taking a new route.

Maybe we should bring back a few more primarchs who are good at farming. Khan and Russ are too out of touch to be builders.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan took Khan's hand and Ifreni's hand, holding their hands together, "Then this is an unwritten treaty. You guys stay away from the empire. We will stay as far away from you as possible so as not to affect you."

"Okay." Khan and Efreni felt that this covenant was too hasty, but considering the complicated situation of both parties, they could only accept it this way.

Qian Mian looked at Lin Fan and asked, "Do you have any territory? You know, a colony, a spaceship, or an asteroid void city or something."

"Uh. I think I'm almost there."

"Almost there?"

"Ah, the Emperor said that he wanted to allocate a piece of land to me, but he didn't say where. When I asked, he was not in a hurry."

Qian Mian laughed softly and said, "Didn't you expect that prophets can also have unforeseen things?"

"I am not a prophet, I am just an ordinary person who knows better."

Lin Fan waved his hand and then talked about the last Sword of the Old Woman hidden in Slaanesh's lair, "If I can get the last sword, how should I contact you?"

Qian Mian handed Lin Fan a white bone fragment, "Take this thing, if you can build a safe place, bury it in the soil, and a webway gate will grow out of it."

"Tsk tsk, you have quite a lot of good things. Aren't you a teacher?"

"Haha, anyone who studies history will keep many ancient items on their body, even me."

Lin Fan swallowed the broken bone into his mouth and let the small clothes attached to the inside of his mouth contain it. Probably some kind of preservation method such as pocket space or quantum technology.

Everyone formed a fragile alliance and prepared to sail out along the webway and return to their respective homes. But at this moment, the dark and bloody skyline of Gemona shone with an abnormal pink-purple light.

Loud and terrifying wails and laughter came from the distant Gemo, and spread to the pirate ship like sound waves without attenuation.

Some Witch Spirit sisters knelt on the ground, enduring the pain from their souls, but Efreni and Thousand Faces were unaffected. They stood on the bow of the ship and used their spiritual energy to carve the symbols of death in the air.

A pale soul shield rose, blocking the terrifying sound waves.

Qian Mian looked at Gemo in the distance, exuding an unnatural lustful light, and saw the tentacles and tails slowly growing out of the webway, as well as oo and xx.

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"Prince of Darkness. Why did he appear in the webway."

Ephreni's face was solemn. She had already tried her best to resist the aftermath of Slaanesh's appearance. She didn't even dare to think about what kind of hell on earth Gomor had become.

The power bestowed by the god of death was still too weak.

Lin Fan looked at the mutated webway and suddenly realized why Slaanesh appeared here. There was a Khaine Gate sealed under Gomorsh, which was directly connected to the subspace. Ephreni's resurrection shook the gate open.

Oh. Damn. Slaanesh must be coming.

Just as Lin Fan thought, Slaanesh soon felt the little cutie he had been thinking about. The spatial dimension of the webway was kneaded together with the arrival of Slaanesh, turning into the outline of Slaanesh.

The devoured dead of Gomorsh piled up in the shape of the dimension and turned into the body of Slaanesh. The flesh and blood merged and adhered, the armor mutated and alienated, and a lewd and lazy figure, with the most erotic posture in everyone's mind, entangled the pirate ship.

The soul shield of the power of death was broken by Slaanesh's flying kiss. All the Eldars fell to the ground, holding the soul stone tightly in their hands to ensure that they would not be swallowed by Slaanesh.

Irafren did not react. She was just fascinated by the appearance of Slaanesh, and then she was blocked by Lin Fan and Khan.

"Oh~ Dear, we meet again~ You can't run away this time~"

Slaanesh blinked happily, and the webway around them began to change and collapse, dripping down the virtual liquid of space like melting ice cream.

Lin Fan sighed and dialed the Emperor's hotline.

"Beep~ The user you are calling is busy, please leave a message after the beep."

Tsk, can you still leave a message now? Really.

Not knowing how to complain, Lin Fan left a message to the Emperor, "No hurry, play with him."

You exist because we allow you, and you perish because we want you to.