This was the truth; Alexander truly hadn't expected Big G's shot to actually shatter Khorne.
He was just thinking, 'Where should I shoot, and where should I not?' If he hit the thigh and actually caused damage, making the Blood God limp for a few days, he could still play with the 'Big Brother paralyzed and angry, Second Brother angry and paralyzed' meme.
He hadn't expected, oh, he hadn't expected, that the Emperor would exert such immense power, and Khorne's thigh just happened to have the crack Skarbrand had left there.
Then, with one shot, Khorne was crippled in one leg. Now it really was 'Big Brother on the Golden Throne, Second Brother on the Brass Throne.'
Moreover, Alexander's shot brought considerable gains.
Although the bullet primarily conveyed the Emperor's power of invasion and destruction, Alexander also took the opportunity to transmit some power from the domain of greedy dissolution, gnawing off a portion of Khorne's flesh and transferring it into his four-dimensional pocket.
That flesh, of course, wasn't real flesh, but rather the emotions, concepts, and inclinations that constituted Khorne, similar to the portion of power the Emperor had cut off for Alexander.
[Item: Khorne / Mindless Slaughter Domain Fragment]
[Origin: Warp — Mindless Slaughter Domain]
[Description: The domain in the northwest of the Chaos Octagram, born from the impressions of war and slaughter, and the emotions of anger and hatred from all living beings. It is a splash of crimson joy before the fated end of life arrives. In the dark galaxy, there is only war, and many believe the meaning of this galaxy's existence is combat and slaughter; as long as blood flows continuously, nothing else matters. This fragment comes from Khorne, the occupier of the Mindless Slaughter Domain.]
[Production Time: ???]
[Status: Fragment]
[Value: 888,888,888 credits]
[Can be used as supplementary material for Child Behavior Correction Re-education]
[Add to Child Behavior Correction Re-education materials?]
The portion Alexander consumed wasn't much, only the parts directly touched by the bullet.
This made Alexander feel a little regretful, after all, that bullet was transformed from the old crone sword.
And Alexander only had Incarnie, Yvraine, and Sylandri, these three old crone swords, meaning only three bullets.
The bullet now stuck in Khorne's thigh was clearly unlikely to be retrieved.
The old crone sword was formed from the finger bones of the Aeldari Crone Goddess, who was swallowed whole by Slaanesh when the Aeldari fell.
More than ten thousand years later, to find the Crone Goddess, one would probably have to pray Slaanesh suffered indigestion, or go rummage through Slaanesh's toilet.
The only way to replenish the bullets was... the other two old crone swords.
One, named Twilight Spear, is currently in the hands of the Aeldari Prince Ere'iel... this one should be relatively easy to obtain.
As for the fifth old crone sword, it is currently in Slaanesh's bedchamber, and getting that out would be somewhat difficult.
Slaanesh's attitude towards Alexander was still quite good.
After all, Alexander had now devoured Ynnead, and Cegorach used a Curse to confuse Alexander's existence with Ynnead's.
As long as Alexander didn't die, the Aeldari God of the Dead, Ynnead, could never be born. This was equivalent to helping Slaanesh resolve a major threat.
But the old crone sword was, after all, Slaanesh's weak point. If Alexander died, the Aeldari God of the Dead still had a chance to be born using the five old crone swords.
After all, the infinite circuit that gave birth to Ynnead and the Aeldari souls within it still existed.
"Those bullets are very effective."
The brown-haired boy seemed to have guessed what Alexander was thinking and spoke up proactively:
"Morai-Heg's finger bone exchanged for one of Khorne's legs, hehe, that's an accomplishment Asuryan couldn't even imagine."
"These bullets can transmit your power and mine, and Big G the Greater Daemon's marksmanship is unerring, so of course, we need to replenish our ammunition."
"I will retrieve the remaining two old crone swords."
This made Alexander show a curious expression.
"How will you do it?" Alexander asked, "Will you directly break into Slaanesh's bedchamber?"
The Emperor was indeed very powerful, powerful enough to not lose against any single Warp God.
Slaanesh itself was the weakest among the Four Gods. Excluding all external factors, Alexander even felt the Emperor could beat Slaanesh to the point of never wanting to play S&M again.
But the Emperor ultimately hadn't truly ascended; he wasn't the Dark King who could end the entire universe.
If Slaanesh hid in her bedchamber, deep within her domain, the Emperor, by all accounts, couldn't do anything to her.
Unless Slaanesh herself exposed a weakness...
For example, like Mortarion who actively opened the gates of Nurgle's Garden during the plague Wars, or like Khorne who, this time, lodged his will within Skarbrand's body.
But such opportunities were rare. If the Emperor forcibly invaded Slaanesh's bedchamber, it could also allow the other Three Gods to take advantage.
"I plan to steal it." The brown-haired boy said calmly, "I have the most skilled thief in the galaxy as a tool."
"He is skilled at concealment; even the Gods would find it difficult to detect his presence. He is skilled at prophecy, able to easily locate the old crone sword."
"..But he is also extremely righteous." Alexander looked at the brown-haired boy with a conflicted expression: "You call my dear Batman the most skilled thief tool?"
"This is talent, regardless of justice or not."
The brown-haired boy gently shook his head, walking towards his workbench as he spoke:
"And he isn't Batman; I never shaped him in Batman's image."
As he spoke, he looked at the blind assassin chess piece on his workbench.
Alexander clearly saw the assassin chess piece trembling, and faintly heard the assassin chess piece's words.
The blind assassin chess piece's words were fragmented, as if he were merely a mentally unstable patient.
Alexander also heard it vaguely, understanding that the blind assassin chess piece was refuting the brown-haired boy.
The blind assassin kept repeating, "I am not a thief." "I am the Midnight Specter." "Justice." "Terror, terror..."
"Calm down, calm down." The brown-haired boy merely leaned close to the blind assassin, whispering in his ear: "This is for justice."
"You said you wished to atone, didn't you? Sins should be punished, my child, you must atone through work."
As he spoke, the brown-haired boy lifted the ragged cloth covering the blind assassin's eyes, and with a gentle stroke of his finger, the blind assassin's eyes immediately recovered, regaining their sight.
The assassin's shriek was so clear that Alexander could hear it. He clutched his eyes, howling and pleading, begging the Emperor to blind him again, not to make him see.
"I beg you, Father!!!"
"I'm sorry, child, this is necessary."
The brown-haired boy merely shook his head gently, then tossed the chess piece into the bronze-like river, into the tides of the Warp, to be carried away to an unknown place.
".." Alexander watched this scene with a twitching expression.
He took a deep breath, then said to the brown-haired boy: "You always manage to shatter my illusions with your actions just as I begin to imagine you have a conscience."
"This is not about conscience; it is simply necessary." The brown-haired boy shook his head slightly.
Then the brown-haired boy slightly raised his eyes to look at Alexander: "Or do you want me to call Konrad Curze back?"
"No need for that." Alexander shrugged and said, "After all, he is indeed the most suitable candidate to retrieve the old crone sword."
"Then what was the purpose of your condemnation just now?" The brown-haired boy seemed a bit speechless.
"First, he's not my son. Second, I just purely want to stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at you; it makes me mistakenly believe I have a bit more conscience than you."
"Having more conscience than me is not something to be proud of." The brown-haired boy reminded him, his self-awareness was so clear.
"That's why I said 'mistakenly believe'." Alexander waved his hand, his self-awareness was also very clear.
The brown-haired boy was rendered slightly silent by Alexander's words.
Even more silent than the brown-haired boy was the corpse of the silver-haired boy beside them.
The silver-haired boy's eyes were tightly closed, but both the brown-haired boy and Alexander could vaguely sense the disdain emanating from him.
"..Sigh." The brown-haired boy sighed softly, waved his hand, and then asked Alexander: "How much money can that part I cut off for you sell for?"
"Sorry, I ate too fast just now, couldn't really taste it. Cut a bit more for me." Alexander patted the four-dimensional pocket on his stomach, saying without changing his expression.
"Do you think I don't want to? Cutting it off is to relieve my own pressure."
The brown-haired boy shook his head, his tone quite helpless:
"The more I cut off for you, the greater my resistance becomes, and the harder it is to maintain balance."
"What? Do you also want me to stand up and completely destroy this universe?"
"Or do you think that after I destroy the world, I'll create a new Neoth era world for you, like that medieval fantasy world far away?"
"Sorry, this galaxy isn't that benevolent. The symbol of the Dark King is only ending and death, not rebirth after destruction."
"Tsk." Alexander couldn't help but click his tongue, seeing that the Emperor couldn't produce any more gold coins.
But jokes aside, Alexander still told him the price of the portion the Emperor had cut off.
".."
The brown-haired boy gasped, then incredulously picked up the parchment on the table.
That parchment contained the price list of the Future Department Store, recorded by the silver-haired boy's corpse.
The brown-haired boy looked at the several items he had specially marked, as if to confirm.
Those items were what the brown-haired boy and Alexander believed could absolutely save this world.
The Emperor cutting off a part of himself was to quantify how many resources were needed to exchange for the items they required.
"Profiteers!!!"
"Damn capitalists are too much!!!"
The brown-haired boy's roar rang out. He angrily slammed the parchment in his hand onto the table:
"The part I cut off is only 1.3 billion?!"
"It takes three complete, ascended versions of me to exchange for Lie 800?!"
"Why don't they just come and rob us?!"
"Profiteers!! A bunch of profiteers!!"
"You profiteer, how has such a backward thing as capitalism not been eliminated by the 22nd century?"
The brown-haired boy slammed the parchment in his hand onto the table, saying with indignation.
"So what? Humanity in the 40th millennium hasn't even eliminated slavery and feudalism," Alexander said, waving his hand.
This caused a fleeting moment of embarrassment to flash across the brown-haired boy's face, but then he began to speak in incomprehensible terms like "The Imperium has its own national conditions," "The current situation does not allow it," and "Warp communication is poor."
Alexander, on the other hand, showed a slightly puzzled expression and asked, "You just said you need three complete, ascended ones to exchange for the Lie 800?"
"I calculated this result based on the parts I cut for you."
The brown-haired boy glanced at Alexander, his expression distorted and twitching as he said,
"If… if in the eyes of people in the 22nd century, every divine position in Chaos is of equal value."
"Then to exchange for the Lie 800, you would need to sell at least three of the Dark King, Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh."
Alexander's mouth also twitched uncontrollably; no wonder the Emperor couldn't hold on.
If He truly had the ability to sell three of the Four Gods, He wouldn't need an item of the Lie 800's caliber.
The Emperor needed to sell the Four Gods to save the galaxy, and to sell the Four Gods, He needed items from the four-dimensional pocket, a dead loop.
"Other items…" Alexander glanced at other items that could achieve the effect of saving the galaxy,
but they were either more expensive or inherently flawed. The Lie 800, valued at 3 Emperor, was indeed the most suitable item Alexander and the Emperor could find for the current galaxy.
For example, a time machine… Although the rental price for one use was about 0.2 Emperor, much cheaper than the Lie 800, in the face of the Warp, a world without a stable past and future, it was hard to say how useful a time machine would be.
Another example is the Creation Set, priced at 2 Emperor, which was slightly lower than the Lie 800, but it only created one world. It would take a long time for people from the original world to relocate, and there was no guarantee that the Four Gods would not invade it.
Then there was the If Telephone Booth, an item that could create parallel worlds according to the user's needs, which came in two versions.
The first version could truly create a world completely according to the user's requirements, but the rental price for one use was even more expensive than the Lie 800, reaching four Emperor.
The second version retrieved worlds that met the user's requirements from existing parallel worlds, and the rental price for one use was very cheap, only about 0.2 Emperor.
But the problem was that among the existing parallel worlds in this universe, it was almost impossible to find a world not tainted by the Four Gods.
This was confirmed by the Emperor; the Four Gods, including Him, had, to some extent, transcended the limitations of the timeline, and the existing parallel universes were all within Their gaze.
Finally, there was the Galaxy Destruction Bomb—an item Alexander thought was purely pointless. It cost 1 Emperor.
The question is, does the Galaxy Destruction Bomb even need to be exchanged for? Alexander had one right in front of him; just letting the Emperor stand up would also serve as a Galaxy Destruction Bomb.
From this perspective, the Emperor was arguably the biggest and loudest landmine in human history.
"I can only hope Guilliman works more overtime and earns more money," Alexander couldn't help but say.
If Alexander were to assess the Emperor's achievements in His lifetime now, creating Roboute Guilliman would absolutely be His greatest achievement.
Even with the work of Guilliman, the Emperor was at best a third-rate creator.
At least in terms of earning money, Guilliman was better than the Emperor.
The Emperor cut for a long time and only gave Alexander 1.3 billion gold coins, while Guilliman exploded with several billion in one go.
Moreover, Guilliman was a high-quality asset, the type that could generate money on its own just by being there.
Regarding Alexander's words, the Emperor was rather helpless: "Guilliman is a useful Primarch, but why do you use him more ruthlessly than I do?"
"If Guilliman can operate to the value of three Chaos God positions, I will willingly admit that the Second Imperium is the legitimate one, acknowledge that I am a usurper of a false dynasty, and I would even serve as Warmaster for his Second Imperium."
"Do you have to take Lion's position?" Alexander said jokingly. The Emperor mentioning the Primarch also stirred his thoughts.
Primarchs, Primarchs, Alexander knew the value of at least Guilliman and Sanguinius.
Roughly calculating, Roboute Guilliman is priced at 0.05 Emperor, and Sanguinius is 0.055 Emperor.
By this calculation, twenty-one Primarchs are roughly equal to one Emperor. Find all twenty-one Primarchs and then sell them?
Then find a way to form alliances, capture a Chaos God, and finally, including the Emperor… that's roughly three Emperor.
But it's very difficult; it's very difficult. The Primarchs are extremely precious pawns and collections in the eyes of the Four Gods.
Given Nurgle's personality, selling Mortarion is unlikely.
Slaanesh did say he was willing to share Fulgrim with Alexander, but it was only sharing.
Although Magnus has become a muscular monster, Tzeentch is unlikely to completely abandon him.
Angron… well, Khorne completely uses Angron as a large daemon, throwing Angron into reality once every eight days, eight hours, and eight minutes.
The Chaos daemon Primarchs might also be watched over and protected by the Four Gods.
If Alexander wanted to sell them, they might also choose to sell themselves to the Four Gods in exchange for protection.
Why not gather Be'lakor, Marris, Vashtorr, and other lesser beings?
There are also the C'tan, the Void Dragon, the Nightbringer… but these are also quite difficult, and I don't know if an Outer God, a complete C'tan, is worth one Emperor.
Speaking of which, Cegorach could also be sold… Hmm, should Tavya be counted? Tavya probably isn't worth much.
As he thought, Alexander's gaze drifted to the centaur chess piece on the Emperor's table.
But the brown-haired boy reached out and covered that piece.
"He's still useful." The brown-haired boy's tone had a slight emotional fluctuation, a real emotional fluctuation.
The emotions the brown-haired boy had displayed before always gave Alexander the feeling of him acting as a human.
And the emotional fluctuation in the brown-haired boy's tone just now was closer to that of a real human.
Alexander instantly recalled Guilliman's assessment of the Emperor that he had once heard:
"He does not love people, nor does he love his sons."
"I even doubt if he has the capacity to love an individual."
Alexander now felt a bit sad to tell Guilliman,
The Emperor doesn't not love his sons; He only loves some of his sons, and Guilliman happens to be among those He doesn't love.
At least for Horus, for the Emperor's firstborn son, the Emperor had feelings.
Alexander's gaze couldn't help but turn to the body of the silver-haired boy.
"..He only has one Psyker trace left, not worth much money." The fluctuation in the brown-haired boy's voice became slightly more pronounced.
From this perspective, the Emperor actually still had some humanity; only humans have favorites, but this favoritism often yielded to the Emperor's love for the human race.
"Then what should I do?"
Alexander looked at the Emperor, who wouldn't let him sell this or that, and asked.
The Iron Knight is stationed in the Blood God's wound, the Blind Assassin is searching for the two old crone swords, and the Centaur Emperor has other arrangements; these cannot be moved for now.
Guilliman and Sanguinius are the same; these are Alexander's family assets and cannot be sold now.
Especially Guilliman, selling such a self-appreciating high-quality asset like Guilliman would be a waste.
"Could it be that in the end, there's still no good way to save this galaxy?"
Alexander sighed and asked.
Finally, the two discussed for a long time, exchanging information. Although Big G the Greater Daemon was created and Khorne's leg was injured, there was still no actual progress on the most crucial matter of how to save the galaxy.
"Now, let me do a divination first."
The brown-haired boy suddenly said.
Alexander then suddenly remembered that the prophetic abilities of both Konrad Curze and Sanguinius came from the Emperor's genetic heritage.
"I have already gathered enough information; I should be able to use my prophetic abilities to slightly deduce a direction for the future."
Saying that, the brown-haired boy pulled out a stack of cards from his workbench.
Those cards fluttered through his fingers, and about thirteen seconds later, he drew one card.
"…"
But the brown-haired boy just stared at the card in his hand in silence.
It wasn't until Alexander cast a curious gaze that the brown-haired boy spoke with some hesitation.
"The Angel will guide us," he said slowly.
"Sanguinius?" Alexander raised an eyebrow slightly.
When mentioning an angel, one naturally thinks of Sanguinius.
But the brown-haired boy shook his head with a somewhat strange expression.
"Lion El'Jonson?" Alexander asked again.
The Dark Angel is also an angel. Although the Lion King is a savage beast disguised as a civilized man, considering the special nature of Caliban, perhaps he truly can guide the future.
But the brown-haired boy still shook his head with a strange expression.
"Could it be that Angel? The one rumored to be the Primarch Number 0 that you created?" Alexander's expression also became a bit strange.
Legend has it that during the Unification Wars on Terra, the Emperor once created a living weapon named "Angel," but it eventually lost control and was sealed by the Emperor in a sarcophagus.
Although mad, the "Angel" was still a powerful weapon against Chaos, and many even believed that the "Angel" was Primarch Number 0, the prototype for all Primarchs.
But the brown-haired boy still responded with silence, a shake of his head, and a strange expression.
This left Alexander a bit lost.
Angel? Are there any other angels in this galaxy that can guide the future?
It couldn't be… A bizarre thought popped into Alexander's mind.
He remembered that among the Primarchs, there was one who also had the title of 'Angel'… No way…
The brown-haired boy slowly placed the card in his hand in front of Alexander.
"You? Are you kidding me?"
"He can guide the future? His brain cell count isn't even one ream."
Alexander stared almost dumbfounded at the card in the brown-haired boy's hand.
The card depicted a monster resembling a fusion of an ape and a demon, with terrifying, crimson wings spread open, and its fanged, snarling head was adorned with a series of silver nails and cables.
"Damn it!"
"The Red Angel is also an angel!"