Kill the Chaos Gods!

The auditorium was quiet for three seconds.

Then, Silent King's fingers started tapping on the table again.

The rhythm slowed down, not because he was impatient, but because he was thinking.

"Being friendly with each other?" His voice was cold, "You call this being friendly with each other?"

Guilliman smiled.

The smile was not ostentatious or dazzling, it was just a calm "I knew you would ask that" kind of smile.

"Of course. As long as you don't want to kill people, then you are a good person. People can become good friends with dogs, and humans can also become good friends with other races. As long as everyone has the same thoughts and the same goal."

Silent King's eyes flashed with an elusive light.

"So you're comparing us to dogs?"

Guilliman's smile has not changed.

"I compare you to friends. The dog is just a metaphor. If you don't like it, I can change it to another one. For example, a comrade-in-arms."

Asuryan picked up the tea cup and blew it gently.

"My eldest nephew, your mouth is much cheaper than that of yours, and I can still talk."

Guilliman bowed slightly.

"Thank you uncle for the compliment."

Silent King was silent for a moment.

"What about Chaos Daemons?" His voice was emotionless. "According to your theory, can Chaos Daemons be in the same place?"

Guilliman's smile faded a little.

It doesn't disappear, but it is put away, like a folded umbrella, placed by the door to be used again when it rains.

"Chaos Daemons is the exception."

"Why?"

"Because they don't want to live in peace with us. They just want to turn us into their fuel, playthings, or fertilizer. You can't be friends with someone who wants to stew you into soup."

The corners of Silent King's mouth - if Necrons has corners - are slightly raised.

"Agreed."

Asuryan put down the tea cup and looked at Guilliman with his pale golden eyes.

"Eldest nephew, let's be practical. How do you plan to arrange it?"

Guilliman Turn to the second page of the conference manual.

"First of all, the territorial issue. Necrons has its own four-dimensional space, Eldar has Webway, and humans have Material Universe. The three parties' respective core areas do not invade each other. Co-management zones are established in the border areas, resources are jointly developed, and disputes are resolved through negotiation."

Silent King's fingers stopped.

"Necrons doesn't care about territory." His voice was still cold, "We have our own four-dimensional space. As long as you can help us restore our Necrontyr body, territory, etc., I don't care."

Guilliman looked at him.

"After you become Necrontyr, you will no longer be willing to stay in the four-dimensional space." His voice was calm, "We can stand under the sun together. The plan to help me transform into Necrontyr will take some time, and I will need your cooperation when the time comes. Don't worry, it won't take long. Just wait until this matter is over."

Silent King was silent for a long time.

Dust Scythe, who had reached the sickle Phaeron for a long time, closed his eyes again.

"Okay." He spit out one word.

Asuryan smiled.

"Eldar can get along well with humans." His tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about today's weather. "After all, our appearance is very similar, right? I will restrain Eldar. Eldar's arrogance, even I can't stand it."

His eyes turned cold for a moment when he said those words.

It's not murderous intent, but the kind of "I've tolerated you for a long time" kind of coldness that is unique to the elders and contains disappointment.

Guilliman understands.

"If there is Eldar, he must uphold his arrogance. Don't worry, our handling methods are absolutely consistent. Death of glory will surely come."

Asuryan nodded.

"Similarly, if any human being has such an idea, we Eldar will not be lenient."

Lion's mouth corners finally turned up.

"That's right."

Sanguinius sighed and reached out to hold Lion's arm.

But there was no blame in the archangel's eyes, only a sense of helplessness. "Can you have a good meeting?"

Asuryan took out a crystal from his arms.

The crystal is not big, only the size of a baby's fist. It is completely transparent, with countless fine light spots flowing inside, like a condensed nebula.

It floats above the palm of Asuryan, rotating slowly, and with each rotation, a circle of pale golden halo spreads outward.

"Webway Key." Asuryan's voice was calm, "And the complete distribution map."

Guilliman's eyes lit up.

It's not a metaphor, it's really bright - the light bursting out of those blue-gold eyes made Silent King sitting opposite him couldn't help but frown.

"This is an extremely delicate Psionic Energy crystal." Asuryan continued, "You can leave a mark on it, and then you can instantly understand all the distribution of Webway. At that time, I will give you half of the control. The human fleet can sail safely in Warp from now on."

Guilliman's breathing stopped for a moment.

Navigate safely in Warp.

There is no sacrifice of Navigator, no pain of Astropaths, and no nightmare of the devil crawling out of the bulkhead.

As long as a stable Webway channel is needed, the human fleet can walk from one end of Milky Way to the other end just like walking in its own backyard.

"Deal." He said.

Asuryan pushed the crystal towards Guilliman.

Guilliman stretched out his hand and the moment his fingertips touched the crystal, a blue-gold light exploded from inside the crystal, turning into countless fine threads and pouring into his consciousness along his fingertips.

Those threads are intertwined, woven, and connected in my mind, forming a giant network.

That is the whole picture of Webway - from one end of Milky Way to the other, from the core area of Eldar to the border world of mankind, every passage, every node, and every exit is clearly visible in that network.

Guilliman closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, there was something more in those blue-gold eyes - not strength, but a calmness of "I know how to go."

"Thank you." he said.

Asuryan waved his hand.

"Thank you, you are my eldest nephew."

Guilliman sat down again and turned to the last page of the conference manual.

"Okay, the territorial issue has been resolved, and the navigation issue has also been resolved. Next, we have to talk about a more important issue."

His tone changed.

It is no longer the tact of a politician, no longer the calmness at the negotiation table, but a heavy solemnity that smells of blood and iron that a general would only have in a pre-war meeting.

"Our common enemy."

Silent King's eyes flashed with light.

"Tyranids." Star Phaeron spoke, her voice was steady, but every word seemed to have been weighed, "And the indescribable in Warp."

Guilliman nodded.

"First of all, Warp. The Warp--or Sea of Souls--must be returned to its original state. Pure."

Sanguinius's brows wrinkled slightly.

"Pure?" There was a hint of doubt in his voice.

"It's not absolutely pure." Guilliman explained, "That's impossible and unnecessary. But there must be more positive gods. Chaos Gods is not allowed to exist. They have seriously affected the lives of all races. Just like Emperor's upgrade will affect humans, and the other four gods have also been affecting humans. Slaanesh is even bound to Eldar. If Eldar does not solve Slaanesh for one day, he will not be able to sleep well."

Asuryan's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.

"You're right."

Silent King was silent.

He is not Eldar, not a human being, but his logic matrix is running at high speed.

Necrons is now in a mechanical body, and even his soul is only left in fragments.

But when they regain their flesh and blood and regain their souls, they will also be affected by the beings in Warp.

Warp must be purified.

In other words, it must be suppressed to the point where it cannot threaten any civilization.

"Chaos Gods." Silent King's voice was as cold as iron, "I can break even C'tan into pieces, so Chaos Gods may not be able to give it a try."

Guilliman looked at him, with a hint of admiration in his blue-gold eyes.

"Then it's settled."

He stretched out his hand.

Silent King looked at the hand he extended and was silent for a moment.

Then he stretched out his hand.

That cold hand, made of Necrodermis, once tore C'tan's heart.

Hold the two hands together.

In the auditorium, a thousand Adeptus Custodes breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.