I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Gothic galaxy.

Hive Star Smith.

This is a very ordinary hive city under the control of the human empire.

The so-called hive star is the so-called resident star or working star of the human empire.

The entire surface of the planet is filled with skyscrapers!

Buildings with hundreds of floors are low-rise slums here.

Giant buildings with thousands or even thousands of layers, and even deep into the atmosphere, are everywhere on the planet!

A hive star usually has tens of billions or even hundreds of billions of people.

In the hive planet, hierarchy is extremely clear and clear.

The upper class nobles all live in high-rise buildings with plenty of light, and even have ancient enjoyment projects such as man-made lakes, yachts, and beaches.

Mortals and businessmen, on the other hand, live in the middle level. They can share a little bit of the sunshine and occasionally enjoy the nourishment of the sun.

Families with better conditions can even afford a few potted plants and a pet.

And at the bottom, there is no daylight, the damp, dark, chaotic bottom where the sun can never be seen is inhabited by criminals, exiles, and the poorest mortals in the hive world.

Gangsters, killers, assassins, as well as all kinds of infiltrators and heretics all live in these places.

People from the Tribunal may, every once in a while, conduct a thorough and merciless cleansing of the lower levels of a certain hive star!

All for the Emperor!

All for the sake of state religion!

At this moment, Pycelle, the governor of Smith's Nest Star, looked at the picture on the monitor in front of him with a serious expression.

"Who approved and allowed these aliens to come to my jurisdiction?" Pycelle asked the person behind him, his tone full of anger.

On the monitor, the scene in the Lower Hive Theater of the Seventh Hive City in Smith's Hive Star was completely projected.

Thousands of gangsters, hooligans, and criminals were screaming.

On the stage, the pointed-eared Eldar aliens were performing.

"Your Majesty the Governor..." the secretary standing behind Pycelle answered cautiously: "The order was issued directly from the Inquisition!"

"The issued warrant bears the Cardinal's seal!"

"I just don't know who it is yet, but I can be sure that the order was issued by the bishop of the Tribunal!"

"Damn it!" Pycelle couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

But what can he do?

Inquisition?

Who can afford to offend the Inquisition?

That was the most devout and craziest group of people to the Emperor.

The Crusaders controlled by the Inquisition are opponents that even the Chaos Demons fear (and are ecstatic about).

only……

Pycelle frowned tightly.

The stage on the monitor has reached its climax.

The alien who plays the role of the Chaos Demon is uttering blasphemy and calling the forbidden name.

"The great Warmaster is invincible!"

Then, the clown wearing a mask trampled the guy who was playing the role of War Commander to the ground.

Just seeing this, Pycelle was so frightened that he immediately turned off the monitor.

Warmaster...

That's taboo!

Even in the empire, no one dares to mention the name of the Warmaster, let alone such a provocation?

These aliens...

Don't want to die?

Do you really think the Warmaster fell asleep in the Eye of Terror?

What if He launches another dark crusade?

With this thought in mind, Pycelle ordered the secretary behind him: "Pass my order to prepare the fastest starship, berth it in my private berth, and order the starship engine to remain activated. I will use it at any time." !”

Warmaster Abaddon, the most powerful Chaos Space Marine after Horus.

There are countless Chaos Space Marines who believe in and follow Him.

Therefore, what happened on Smith, even if it was not known to Abaddon, once it reached the ears of a Chaos Space Marine Chapter that believed in and followed Abaddon.

Star Smith cannot escape disaster!

Even the entire Gothic galaxy may have to be plowed!

But what can he do?

The agreement reached directly between the Eldar Tribe and the Inquisition was not something he could question.

Otherwise, tonight, I am afraid that a Kalidus assassin will send me to see the Emperor!

He even directly sent a judge from the Tribunal to execute him.

"Anyway, even if you are unlucky, it is unlucky for a mortal!" Pycelle thought.

So I felt at ease.

This has been the case in the Imperium since the Horus Heresy.

Loyal, pure, and powerful space warriors guard the vast star territory of the empire.

The honest and reliable Inquisition deals with heretics and aliens from top to bottom.

The brave and fearless Astra Militarum patrols the vast star field.

Mortals live in drunkenness and dream of death.

For people like Pycelle, giving up a hive star is acceptable.

What he couldn't accept was that he had to take the blame for this matter.

Therefore, he told his secretary: "By the way, sort out all the orders issued by the Tribunal and the performances of the aliens at the Hive Theater for me!"

The secretary smiled and lowered his head: "Okay, Mr. Governor!"

But his hand was already on the command pistol at his waist.

Pull it out gently and aim it at the Governor.

boom!

Pycelle's brains were splashed all over the office.

But the secretary's appearance slowly changed.

In the end, he became exactly like Pycelle.

Obviously, Governor Pycelle never knew that the loyal secretary who had served him for more than twenty years was actually a monitor sent by the Assassin's Court to lurk around him.

certainly……

It is also possible that this secretary was just replaced by the Callidus assassin of the Assassin Court at some point.

Just like now...

The Assassin replaced the Governor.

After expertly disposing of Pycelle's body, the man from the Assassin's Court sat on the Governor's chair.

He turned on the monitor and looked at the show still being performed on it.

A blasphemous play that can even be said to provoke and ridicule the War Commander.

In the performance, Warmaster Abaddon was completely transformed into a buffoon.

Including the twelve dark expeditions that He is proud of!

No doubt about it!

This will inevitably arouse the anger of the War Commander!

but……

The assassin smiled: "What does this have to do with me?"

Assassins in the Court of Assassins will only obey orders.

As for the survival of this hive city, the life and death of the tens of billions of people on this hive city.

It has nothing to do with him.

Since the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, the Empire has given up and sacrificed its population in trillions in order to survive!

mortal……

In the eyes of the empire's top brass, it's not worth mentioning!

Even psykers are nothing more than consumables.

Every day, the bishops of the Ecclesiarchy held a ceremony to offer the flesh, blood, and souls of a thousand psykers to the Emperor.

So that the Emperor's will may continue to sustain the torch that illuminates the Warp.

Therefore, the assassin's heart is colder than the machine.

He looked at the monitor and thought: "Why are these Eldar...why are they like this?"

He knew what was behind this transaction.

A month ago, several supreme lords in the Terran Council informed the Tribunal, the Assassin's Court, and the Astra Militarum that the three Aeldari craftworlds proposed a deal to the Empire at the same time.

The content of the deal is to allow a troupe of the Eldar tribe to move freely and hold performances in all hive stars in the Gothic galaxy. The empire must not interfere and must do everything possible to assist and protect the troupe's performances.

In exchange.

The Eldar promised to allow the Empire to use three Eldar-controlled Webway portals.

Naturally, this transaction was approved immediately!

Three opportunities to use the web portal!

Worth any price the empire has to pay!

Not to mention, it is just the activities of a mere theater troupe in a broken star field like the Gothic Galaxy.

Even if they are blaspheming and angering the Warmaster.

And may cause the hive to become the target of attack by the Chaos Space Marines.

However, the transaction was still approved at the speed of light!

Because even the senior lords of the Supreme Council and the bishops of the Tribunal value their lives extremely.

The webway portal of the Eldar means that even in the most dangerous situations, the noble big shots can escape from any danger.

Even in front of the Great Devourer.

The webway portal can also be used for quick retreat!

The cause of Pycelle's death is here.

He actually refused to stay here obediently and even dared to keep evidence.

Such a heresy deserves to be damned!

As the assassin thought, he remembered another mission of his.

A troupe monitoring the Eldar.

Find out why they pay such a price?

You know, the Webway Portal is the top secret of the Eldar Tribe!

Dating back to further eras before the Golden Age.

The legendary technology mastered by the ancient saints.

The Webway is currently the only known network that can avoid dangerous subspaces and travel at faster than light speeds.

Not only the empire is eyeing this.

Legend has it that even the Necrons covet it.

"Why did I suddenly think of the Necron?" the assassin wondered.

That's taboo.

No less than a taboo of chaos!

He wouldn't have known that, right now, he was on the far side of Smith's star.

A strange starship slowly emerged from the subspace.

The nobleman sitting in the command cabin of the bridge slowly twisted his metal-cast head, and the dark green eye sockets were filled with the sparkling light of electronics.

It was like a rebellious robot from the golden age, its metal jaws making clicking sounds.

"Tracking the signal source!" The control system in the bridge made an electronic sound.

Countless data flashed in the eye sockets of this noble undead noble.

It slowly turned back and looked at the cabin behind it.

In the cabin, there are spiritual races one by one.

The Eldar have completely integrated with the surrounding metal.

Their bodies are half steel and half flesh.

But they are still reciting the sacred scriptures devoutly: "Ring the bell once, push the lever..."

During the chanting, the speed at which these Eldar merged with the surrounding machinery and steel increased.

What's even more terrible is that in the sound of chanting, even the powerful starship under your feet is coming to life.

No doubt about it!

This was a terrible discovery for the Necron.

Therefore, in half a month, when the scouts it sent were tracking an orc world, they discovered these Eldar and their ships.

Then, it and its men discovered with great horror that these things, including the ship itself, were chanting terrible scriptures while constantly radiating everything around them!

These spirit races reminded it of its long ago history.

At that time, the Necrons were still a weak and insignificant civilization of flesh and blood.

At that time, the demons of the warp had not yet been born.

At that time, the Eldar had not yet been created.

At that time, humans had not yet appeared.

At that time, the galaxy was still peaceful.

Because, the ancient sages rule the galaxy!

The Necrons call themselves the Necrontyrs.

Flesh limits them and imprisons them.

They are jealous of the Old Ones' immortality and fear death.

So, they challenged the ancient saints and were defeated without any suspense.

Until...the Necrontyr encountered a terrifying being who called himself the 'Star God'.

The C'tan also hated the Old Ones.

Therefore, he promised to help the Necrontyr defeat the Old Ones and give them eternal life.

With the help of the C'tan, the Necrontyr became the Necron.

Gained eternal life!

But he also became the slave and cannon fodder of the Star God!

Until the Silent King awakened and led the Necrons to surround and kill all the Star Gods.

The Necrons are finally free and in control of their own destiny!

Then came a long sleep.

Tens of millions of years of slumber!

However……

Now, the Necrons discovered that the C'tan...

Probably not extinct!

Or maybe there is something more terrifying than the Star God.

That thing transformed these Eldar races and created all these horrors.

If it's the former...

Every Necron knows that once the C'tan are revived.

Those terrifying and powerful creatures will definitely attack the Necron and may completely deprive the Necron of everything they have now.

If it's the latter...

So……

This may be an opportunity for the Necrons!

An opportunity to transcend the present and go further!

Just like the C'tan back then, they gave the ephemeral Necrontyr a chance to become the Necrons of today.

Thinking of this, this Necron noble pressed a button.

The entire starship was completely hidden in the background of stars.

And all the sensors on the starship are turned on.

This prehistoric warship, built to defeat the Ancient Saint, completely recovered.

Therefore, in the entire star field, nothing can escape the surveillance of the starship.

After a while, a picture was transmitted to the starship.

The masked Ada Eldar is taking her troupe to their final bow.

The show is over.

The moment he looked at her, all the sensors lit up red!

That's the goal!

An Eldar who left the Orc Star Territory alive.

The Necron's eye sockets were flooded with data.

Within its metal body, countless sensors are warning.

Danger!

There was something about that Eldar that made him fearful.

That's the danger that could end it!

Something more terrifying than Chaos, and weirder than the Star God, had come into contact with this spirit race!

………………

Cleia walked back to her resting place.

Beside her, several spiritual masters protected her tightly.

Because, Cleia now carries the hope of the entire Eldar race.

Get rid of the hope of being food for Slaanesh!

This is not just the judgment of the Laughing God.

It is also the prophecy of several prophets.

so……

Protecting her at all costs and supporting her at all costs have become the choices of all the Eldar.

Cleia suddenly stopped and raised her head.

Above her head, a mechanical clock appeared.

Tick ​​tock.

The pointer moved and pointed to a new point.

Her mission was completed today.

Within a month, she let 300 million people see and know that story.

The story of Warmaster Abaddon.

A story that completely satirizes and blasphemies the Warmaster of Chaos!

And new tasks pop up from the clock.