Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 719 167. Is this a moral issue?
"I have sought many times,"

Neos spoke slowly, causing Malcador beside him to cast a distrustful look at him.
"And finally realize that what holds individuals back is only their stereotyped thinking."

"What do you want to express?"

"Their sense of morality and personal cognitive boundaries limit them. Consciousness is the real judge that determines the positive and negative reward and punishment mechanisms in their brains, just like a human being who has not been educated and socialized will not feel ashamed of killing his father or his son."

Malcador raised an eyebrow in disapproval.

"You want to say that people are too moral?"

"I am merely stating that will determines action - a human born on a gladiator world would not feel pain for killing someone, but a person from a medium-sized hive might feel pain and remorse for it."

Neos spread his hands, and they continued walking in the long, magnificent, yet dusty corridor of the palace.

“Human society shapes a new soul through social interaction and education, but we can still change the constraints of the old world on our thinking through our own efforts.”

Malcador suddenly stopped, frowning and clutching his scepter tightly, and turned his head to look at Neos.
The expression was in some ways subtly similar to "No, buddy?"

"Are you trying to say that the only person working hard in the Empire right now is too shameless?"

Neos paused for a moment before speaking, but then he spoke fluently.

"It might have something to do with him sleeping most of the time."

The Lord of Mankind added.

The corner of Malcador's mouth twitched.
"You should be thankful that he still has a conscience - otherwise I can't imagine what would have happened."

Neos did not object, but nodded in agreement.

"Exactly. I've never been more grateful and appreciative of how hard he's worked to maintain his identity, but sometimes I think he could learn to lower his standards."

Macador rolled his eyes.

"like you?"

"Just a little taller than me."

Malcador was speechless and had nothing to say. The Emperor was a human being who had come from ancient times. His cognition and values ​​were no longer something that ordinary humans could understand.

There are too many absurd stories in human history, which disregard ethics and morality, and abandon logic and reason as dust.

Reality doesn't require much logic, sometimes it just happens.

Therefore, the Lord of Mankind has no values. His only personal conscience may only exist in a few humans and primarchs with whom he interacts closely, and the rest is all used to cheat and deceive.

"Like right now,"

The Lord of Mankind said,
"He doesn't have to worry at all. The only thing he needs to worry about is how to eradicate those greenskins, instead of being silent because of huge emotional fluctuations - but I think he will grow up again."

"that is you."

Makado coughed.
"A king cannot accept himself to be as ragged as a beggar, and a wise man cannot bear himself to be as stupid as a fool. This is related to their dignity and face—"

Malcador glanced at Neos again, lowered his head and sighed deeply.
"You didn't."

"Actually,"

A smile appeared on Neos's lips, as if he was recalling something wonderful.

"I have done things that are far more degrading and humiliating than these. If my current image was not related to the national system, I would have left long ago and found another place to live."

Malcador no longer entangled with the Lord of Mankind, and he said with great sorrow,
"We have educated the Primarchs in a very shameless way."

………………

Social death.

This was the only thought circling in Hades' mind now, and the shock he received was no less than when he rushed to the cafeteria after class in his previous life and was hit by an eDonkey, and then the low-quality clothes he bought from Pxx at 19.9 yuan with free shipping exploded in mid-air - he directly lost the right to choose his spouse for four years.

A greenskin, a greenskin who was obviously well-educated, was asking him questions like why he "only gave birth but did not raise (?)".

If it were just this scene, it would be fine.

The problem is that next to the greenskin are a group of silent Death Guards, Karas who is rolling his eyes wildly, and a descendant who is yelling at the greenskin and continues to kill Hades.

Hades could see that Front Tooth had some emotional intelligence and brains, but Blake didn't - or rather, the emotional intelligence of this belligerent son of Pluto had always been in a Schrödinger state.

Blake successfully diverted the topic a little. In Hades' eyes, they now seemed to be shouting topics like "My brother dares to eat shit" and "My brother dares too".

Fortunately, this kind of low-information-density speech effectively prevented the big front teeth from revealing more news; unfortunately, Hades was even more embarrassed.

He wished so much that he could fall to the ground right now like the unconscious Primarch, without having to feel or hear anything.

Lie down immediately and rest in peace.

He couldn't look at Karas, because Hades knew without even thinking that Karas must be scolding him.

This is why the Lord of Humanity is a strong man. Neos can remain calm and composed amidst the puzzled and abusive looks of his many descendants, and never wastes time or doubts himself.

Hades is still one step away from reaching the spiritual realm of the Lord of Mankind.

Should he have a conversation with this greenskin whose memory was already vague, or should he just stop talking?

Hades chose the latter.

Words cannot reveal the truth, fists are the truth.

What's even more ridiculous is that he can't always choose to reason with a greenskin.

The black fog rolled in, covering the entire body, leaving only the scarlet eye exposed.

"My true bloodline is only the Son of Hades."

Pluto spoke softly, vibrating the metal remotely, allowing the sounds to be transmitted to the ears of the fighting Front Fang and Black.

Blake, whose face was bleeding from being hit by his big front teeth, immediately burst into laughter.

“So you don’t recognize ideology?!”

The big front teeth roared, and the green-skinned black eyes reflected Blake, whose armor was attached to him by flowing silver metal.

The moment was won and lost, and its shapers acknowledged their unwelcomeness.

"Sadly, I am a racist supremacist."

Pluto's dull and unclear groaning sounded around them, as if it existed in all directions.

"I respect you, I respect you all - but there is only one power that survives in the galaxy."

The survival mechanism of the greenskins was destined to be war. This line of greenskins had already developed too amazingly. They could indeed be thrown into the war with the Tyranids, but how strong would this line of greenskins evolve to after that? Hades could hardly imagine it.

Even if we want to keep them and use them as tools, we must behead the green-skinned warlord now——

This greenskin has obviously reached a certain threshold. If it continues to grow, Hades is sure that this greenskin clan will successfully return to its ancestral home in the near future.

By then, the ancient orcs will really give the empire a hard time.

"well!"

Big Front Fang shouted, and the greenskin was knocked away by the huge force under him. He smiled and looked at Blake who was blessed by Pluto in front of him. At this moment, he seemed like the protagonist in a heroic story facing the lackeys of the biggest villain.

"Seeing us as tools of war - I know why the Hades have united the greenskins!"

Because the greenskins were originally a war clan created by the Ancients. They were slaves driven by the Ancients, and the Ancients did not even want them to survive. In their genetic tree, once the war disappeared, the greenskins would quickly die out.

A kind of return to nature, Pluto treats the greenskins like the Ancient Ones, which is why they have awakened to their true wisdom.

Big Front looked far away at Pluto's position. It was not sure whether he was there, and it was not sure whether he was looking at him.

Big Front Teeth wasn't too surprised by this.

It suddenly turned towards that side of the world, where the setting sun was as red as blood. Ignoring Blake who was slowly standing up with an axe in hand behind him, the green-skinned monster suddenly knelt down!

"Human etiquette! Thank you for your teachings. From now on, the Underworld will truly embark on the journey of war!!!"

"And after that—"

Front Fang roared, opened his arms and stood up,

"Greenskins will never be slaves!!!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

"Let us!!! Send a salute of war to this world!!!"

(End of this chapter)