Chapter 274 Makhado is emotionally stable

【My friend, are you asleep?】

The voice of the Lord of Mankind resounded in the bright lights in the deepest part of the Terra Palace. It was a loud horn that could command the galaxy. No one could remain silent in front of such a call.

Not even Machado can.

Just because, when the Lord of Humanity called out the Palm Pattern with his voice, his figure burning with golden flames had already rushed into Malcador's private lounge, and by the way, he gently lifted the heavy

The iron door leaf flew to the other wall.

The Palmist, who had just closed his eyes on his bed, only felt the ton-heavy door brush against the tip of his nose, the roaring wind tearing at his cheek, and a real pain.

He opened his eyes.

For a moment, Malcador really wanted to pick up his black iron scepter and destroy something in his field of vision: anything would do.

But when his monarch came to his bed like a whirlwind, asking him again if he was resting, and already grabbed his arm and lifted him up, even though the face of the palm-printer was already like his black iron

Like a scepter, he could only grit his teeth and spit out the answer slowly.

"Yes, Apocalypse."

"I...I haven't started to rest yet."

Makado didn't sleep either.

【That's good, come with me quickly, I have very important information to share with you.】

"..."

"Aren't you at the Far Eastern border? Why now..."

【This is my projection, I have something very important to tell you, right now.】

The Lord of Mankind patted his best friend on the shoulder, and then disappeared at the end of the corridor like a whirlwind. He didn't seem to worry about whether his best friend would follow: behind him, the palm-printer sat

On the bed, using his black iron scepter burning with spiritual fire to support his old body, he lowered his head and was silent for a while.

Then, finally, there was a sigh.

Malcador slowly stood up and began to follow the emperor's long-lost guidance to the room where they used to communicate important matters. On both sides of him, the Imperial Guards were distributed among the splendid corridors of the palace.

squint.

The Imperial Palace of the Human Empire was built at the end of the Terran Unification War. It is an architectural behemoth that is still expanding today. It will still take a long time before it is truly completed: because its owner is obsessed with the big world.

The course of the expedition rarely returns to this theoretical center of supreme power.

But even so, the Imperial Palace of Terra is still a giant beast that has swallowed up a large area of ​​land. It is integrated with Terra's once most majestic mountains and most magnificent plateaus. It is a behemoth that can even be clearly visible in low-Earth orbit.

The size is likely to exceed that of any hive building known to mankind.

However, for beings like the Lord of Mankind and the Palmist, it was only a blink of an eye to move from one side of this behemoth to the other. It only took the Emperor's best friend a split second to move himself.

His body spanned a distance of tens of kilometers and accurately stepped into the secret room that only he and the Master of Humanity could enter and exit at will.

There is nothing special about this room. It doesn't even have a special furnishing. There are messy documents and notes everywhere, covering the empty walls. There are only a few tables and chairs stacked in the center of the room. It looks like

It doesn't seem to be used very often either.

But only the truly wise understand that even the most inconspicuous volume in this room, if spread outside, can easily start a war that can burn down several sectors. For these to be able to be sealed by the Emperor and the Palm

The war machine of the Imperium of Man will not hesitate to use all its strength to seize, defend or erase anything.

And now, the room welcomes one of its most important guests.

"Discordant engine..."

The Seal Holder whispered the name, and his brows also wrinkled. The real second-in-command in the human empire was silent, and began to search his six thousand years of memories, and began to search for the former [Hand Seal Holder Organization]

In the countless books and literature he collected, he was looking for the clues he needed now.

He was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head.

"I have no memory related to the so-called Discord Engine, Apocalypse."

The Lord of Humanity nodded, not feeling any more disappointed. He just paced the room anxiously, circling around the old wooden table, and explained to Makado bit by bit what he had just done.

Everything I saw.

The Sealmaster listened and remained silent. The story told by the Emperor was not complicated, but it never made his brows sooth, because when the Lord of Mankind finished telling the story about the demon demigod and its deal, he faced the pair of

Looking forward to recognition, Machado just chose to shake his head after hesitating.

"I don't really agree with this deal."

"Because all this is too coincidental, Apocalypse: a treasure that can perfectly solve our current predicament has just come to us, and compared with its value, the price we need to pay to get it

And so...insignificant?"

"Attracting the attention of those evil gods? The moment we step into the webway, we will attract their full attention. In this case, whether we have the Discord Engine or not will not make any difference.

"

"In other words, we don't even have to pay extra to get paid?"

"When did such a good thing happen in subspace, or even in the physical universe?"

"An unknown power is right in front of us, we can easily obtain it, and it has the greatest benefit for our plan? Don't you think this is too coincidental?"

"I don't think there will be any God of Luck in this world, and even if there is a God of Luck, I don't think it will take care of us, because it is most likely to be another evil god in the subspace."

"You know, Apocalypse, even though the demon demigod is limited by its power and cannot weave lies and traps everywhere like its kind, but in the final analysis, it is still a demon, a demon that cannot be trusted."

"We must cast doubt on any words that come out of its mouth and treat them as absolute lies: this is never too much to do with a devil."

Malcador spoke his suggestion with a serious face, but he also saw that such words did not waver the face of the Lord of Humanity in the slightest. The emperor's projection only showed a smile. When he looked at it again

When I turned to the palm print maker, I actually felt a little emotional.

[Did you know, my friend, that these words of yours are exactly the same as those of a person?]

"who?"

[Morgan, my second creation, when she heard these transactions from the mouth of the demon demigod, her words were almost a copy of yours: Unknown power that is easily obtained must contain danger, because subspace

Never a generous place.]

"I hope your descendants will all have the same consciousness."

[From this point of view, my shaping of No. 2 was even successful. She was originally modeled after you, and now she does have some similarities to you in her movements. 】

"At least on this matter, I will be her invisible ally."

The Palmist coughed a few times. He felt that his throat was inexplicably dry. While grabbing the document handed over by the Emperor and carefully reading everything about the Discord Engine, he did not forget to continue to ask the Emperor.

Ask questions.

"So, you agreed to this deal."

【I have no reason to refuse.】

"Isn't the reason I mentioned enough? Apocalypse, this is very likely not a transaction, but a trap. In the eyes of the demons in subspace, is there any essential difference between these two words?"

[Everything will be accompanied by risks, my friend, if we want to be absolutely safe, then we can't do anything at all: just like everyone knows that subspace navigation will be accompanied by risks, but what about that?

What can we do? Should we give up this most efficient mode of transportation?】

"..."

【And, my friend.】

【Do we have other choices? 】

"..."

Malcador took a deep breath. He did not refute, because he knew that it was meaningless to continue to argue about this issue. The emperor's decision was unshakable, and even he only had the power to make suggestions.

But despite this, he decided to ask as clearly as possible.

"You believe so much in the power of this discord engine because you know it exists?"

[I once traveled in the subspace for a long time. I saw a lot in the broken fragments of time. I know which existences are correct and useful, and which ones are tricks played by fate to play tricks on me. ]

[In a sense, I am actually half a prophet, my friend, but this identity has never brought me any benefits, because all predictions are just another way to show those terrible futures? 】

"How come I didn't know you had done these things in the subspace? Is it safe?"

[Before I met you, I have lived hundreds of centuries of life. During those years, there are still many things that you don’t know now: even, even if I tell you some of them, you won’t

Will believe it.】

[As for safety issues, you don’t have to worry about this, my friend, I know it well.]

"This does not seem to be a reason for you to wander alone in the depths of the warp: don't tell me that you don't know your current responsibility, Apocalypse, and that there is a Galactic Empire that exists because of you."

[It doesn’t matter if you do it once in a while, my friend, reasonable use of subspace is indeed the most efficient method at certain times. I can ensure that what I see is true, and I can ensure that I will not be corrupted or misled.

Then I can use this method: for efficiency.】

"……hope so."

What else could Macado do? He could only lower his head and carefully read all the information about the Discord Engine. Although these instructions written by the Emperor himself told everything clearly, from ancient times to
To be continued...