"It's because we can't confirm that it's all the more important to keep in touch and in touch.

Even if it is the conspiracy of the evil gods of subspace, it is much better to put it in our sight than to know nothing.

What's more, subspace is not only evil gods, but also some unknown beings that are not even very good to us.

Wouldn't it be nice if there was a channel where you could learn and research?

As for the human soul......

If the world in which the souls inhabit after death shown by the other party is true, death is not a relief for many low-level civilians compared to the brutal rule practiced on many planets of the Empire.

So I'm suggesting that dozens of planets be used as bargaining chips, and even if they fail in the end, it will be far from breaking the bones for the Empire.

But if we succeed, we can get out of this passive situation. ”

Evelene expressed her attitude very dryly.

She was clearly aware that she was not welcome here, but she didn't care at all.

Because in Everene's eyes, it doesn't matter whether these ordinary humans hate themselves, hate themselves, or be wary of themselves.

There was only one thing she really could afford and cared about, and that was Robert Killman, the Prince Regent and the son of the Human Emperor, who sat on the throne.

You must know that in the eyes of the Spirit Race, maybe the Eternal Emperor can barely be regarded as a human, but these primordial bodies created using subspace technology and forbidden science have absolutely nothing to do with humans.

Are you kidding!

These guys can recover even if their heads are hammered, they can enter cold space with their unprotected flesh, survive the terrifying heat and pressure of the star's interior, and easily tear apart or throw a huge space battleship through a force field created by psionic energy, anticipating and dodging the enemy's dense long-range fire.

At the beginning, the emperor rebelled in order to kill himself, but he reluctantly killed him by creating energy comparable to a supernova explosion, which shows how terrifying the power of the original body is.

The true name of the so-called "primordial" should be "demigod" or "son of God".

And the strength is far more terrifying than the sons of Baal on the Faren continent.

Although the emperor of the human empire has repeatedly emphasized that all his sons are human and also uses his own genes.

But in the eyes of the older spirits, these primordials and humans are two completely different creatures.

As for the emperor, he was not so much the founder and supreme ruler of the empire as the god of the human race through faith and worship.

The spirits are experienced in this area, having created more than one god through faith very early on.

One of the four most powerful Chaos Evil Gods in Lian Ya, "Slaanesh", was created by their continuous depravity, indulgence, torture, abuse, and enslavement.

Therefore, when facing the original body and ordinary humans, the spirit race also has a big difference in attitude.

They may laugh at ordinary people for being like uncivilized monkeys, but they will never show the slightest contempt or disrespect for the Primordials.

This can be seen in the intriguing intimacy between Evelene and Robert Killiman.

"I think Ms. Evelene's statement makes a lot of sense.

No matter what this unknown existence is, as long as he shows a willingness to communicate and communicate, we should not easily refuse.

However, in order to prevent a possible conspiracy, and the huge risks that lie within, I think it is appropriate to isolate several star systems as a testing ground.

In this way, even if it is the weirdness of the subspace evil god, the empire can directly control the disaster within a certain range at the cost of destroying these planets and even galaxies.

Trajan Vallauris, another commander of the Praetorian Army who attended the meeting, said extremely cold words with a straight face and in a tone without a trace of emotion

Like most of the upper echelons of the Human Empire, he apparently sees the people at the bottom as a resource or even a consumable.

As long as the empire can be maintained and the real threats eliminated, the death of the population on dozens of planets is nothing.

In particular, those colonized planets that are mainly agriculturally and livestock-based are often invaded by foreign enemies and slaughtered alive, and it is impossible to wait for any reinforcements.

Because in the eyes of the higher-ups, their lives are simply not worth a single dispatch by a super space soldier like Astarte.

In fact, due to the scarcity of Astarte, most of the planet's inhabitants may not encounter these so-called "angels" in their lifetime.

As the saying goes, good steel should be used on the blade.

Only important industrially minted planets, conscription planets, and a certain star field domination center will have the opportunity to see these powerful genetically modified warriors up close.

And once they appear, it often means that the situation has become so bad that ordinary armies can no longer handle it, and it can basically be announced that there are not many living people left on the entire planet.

What's more, even if the agricultural planets are destroyed by a few hundred at a time, it will not affect the overall situation.

With the number of planets currently possessed by the Human Empire and the level of automated agriculture and animal husbandry technology, it is unlikely that there will be a food crisis at all.

Even if it does appear, it can reduce food consumption by sending excess useless people to the front line to be consumed.

In a way, the overall style of the Human Empire fits perfectly with the camp tendencies of the Orderly and Evil.

Even Robert Killiman, the regent who has always given people a bright, just, and majestic impression, actually has nothing to do with kindness.

When he had just taken over the mess of the empire and carried out drastic reforms, it was basically that whoever dared to stand in his way would die, and the shadow under his command was everywhere, and there was no room for compromise and negotiation.

Even with conservative estimates, the number of people killed in this political storm will not be less than a million or even tens of millions.

With a large population base, the empire never minded a brutal and bloody internal purge.

The Inquisition is always on the lookout for those who are susceptible to the corruption of Sadism, Slacker, Tzeentch, and Nurgle, as well as the entertainment and desires that may be targeted by the Chaos Gods.

If there is one word to describe the current state of human imperial society, it is only two words - repression, and it is extremely repressive everywhere from the physical to the mind.

If anyone dares to complain or even curse these policies, then wait for the Inquisition to teach you what loyalty is.

No way.

Who would have let all the overly strong emotions in the real universe eventually be projected onto the subspace and become food for some evil gods?

The only way to prevent them from becoming stronger and stronger is to suppress desires and entertainment in a way that violates their nature, preferably by completely numbing them into a cog in the Imperial War Machine.

In many cases, there is a rebellion within the empire and a complete surrender to the Chaos Evil God, and the main reason is most likely to be driven crazy by this ubiquitous repression.

After all, when a person is tortured and exploited and asked to use the bones of himself and his comrades to block the enemy's advance, how can there be no resentment in his heart?

When the slaves saw the great Space Marines passing by, turning a deaf ear to their own suffering, and instead only defending the greedy governors and bureaucrats, wielding their knives and guns to slaughter the rioting civilians like livestock, and calling it "salvation", how much sense of identity and belonging would they have for this empire?

It is not the chaos gods of subspace, nor the orcs who grow out of the ground if they are not careful, nor the last generation of galactic overlords, nor the Tyranid Zerg and the space necromancer, but the empire itself and its lackeys, the planetary governors and the entire bureaucracy.

It would be a hell of a miracle if the regime could be stabilized in such an environment.

From the perspective of ordinary people, since being a citizen of the empire needs to endure both physical and mental pain and suffering, and will never have a bright future, then why not try to take refuge in the Chaos Evil God?

Anyway, it is the same to be hurt, the same to be distorted and ugly, the same to have no hope and no future to speak of.

At least the Chaos Gods can make you feel pleasure and pleasure in your senses.

That's why many people say that the Empire is dead a long time ago, and that it's just a rotting and stinking corpse.

Because the feelings of the entire large lower class of the population towards this country are disgust, hostility, hatred, and from the bottom of their hearts they want to see its destruction.

If it weren't for the emperor himself, as well as the original body he created and the super space marines based on the original body were powerful enough to forcibly suppress all rebellions through violent machines, the empire would have completely disappeared in the uprisings and divisions again and again.

After all, under normal circumstances, no regime can remain in operation despite widespread anti-government tendencies at the grassroots level.

As a protologist who survived the bitter civil war, Robert Kiliman was undoubtedly the man who knew the dire state of the empire best, and even made statements of dissatisfaction and disappointment on more than one occasion.

Although he has been using his super brain to push for reforms and revitalize the decaying empire, all efforts have unfortunately failed to achieve the desired results.

Although it cannot be said that there is no improvement at all, it can only be barely regarded as better than nothing.

While the regent pondered what to do with the matter, a very petite-looking woman suddenly stood up and said in a slightly playful voice, "I agree with Lady Evelene in principle.

In any case, this is a valuable opportunity, and it is not the style of the empire to give up for the sake of possible risks.

But I suggest that this is best led by a more committed and loyal state religion than the Cult of the Mechanicus on Mars.

I'm sure everyone here knows how obsessed and fanatical these guys are with the god of knowledge, technology, and the mechanical god of the Messiah

Once there is a large-scale rebellion among them, it will be an absolute disaster for the empire in the midst of storms. ”

You don't have to ask to know that there is only one woman who gives such a delicate feeling in Parliament, and that is Violetta Roskavre, who is the Minister of Internal Affairs

But no one dared to underestimate this woman.

Because it was none other than the regent Robert Killiman standing behind her.

"But the problem is that there is already a great sage over there, and according to the Olympus agreement signed by the Emperor on Mars, it will be difficult for us to prevent the Mechanicus from coming into contact with this unknown being. After all, science and technology are their exclusive domain. ”

Pope Eos Ritra points out what went wrong.

You must know that the current empire is not a glorious era when all power was vested in one person before the emperor sat on the golden throne, and the Cult of the Mechanicus has long since become a semi-independent and huge institution that listens to the tune and does not listen to the announcement.

They control a quarter or even a third of the number of planets they colonize.

If you mess with these oil guys, it's no joke

But fortunately, the Cult of the Mechanicus is not monolithic, and there are endless assassinations and forcible killings between each other.

Of course, the other two major institutions of the empire, the state church and the bureaucratic government, were not much better.

Some bishops even carried out secession in the name of the emperor, occupied a certain star sector and lived like a local emperor.

In short, the complexity and diversity within the empire can definitely make those who want to reform it explode on the spot.

Violetta Rothkafeller explained with a smile, "I didn't say I wouldn't let the Cult of the Mechanicus get involved, I just said I tried not to let them dominate it. And judging from this report, this unknown being seems to be more tolerant of women, and I think it would be most appropriate to send an eldest nun as a negotiator. ”

"Are you sure that a non-human being like this would be extraordinarily tolerant of women?"

Mereda Perret, the high-ranking Admiral of the Empire, looked up and asked in a tone of uncertainty that was not very clear.

As someone who has fought centuries-long wars against demons, zergs, aliens, and rebels, he obviously doesn't think that human women will meet the appetites of these non-humans, unless the other party is a subordinate of Slaanesh.

Not to mention the foreign race, even the human warriors themselves will not have the slightest sympathy, mercy and tolerance for the women who appear on the battlefield, and will mercilessly kill them when necessary.

After all, war, a sport that is good for physical and mental health, can completely change a person in just a few years.

Super soldiers like Astarte, who have participated in decades, even hundreds, and thousands of years of war, have long since lost their humanity and become outright killing machines.

Violetta Roskavler replied quietly: "I'm not sure, it's always right to try." After all, the provocative battle nun wasn't killed, was she? Most importantly, I believe that anyone who can be promoted to the rank of Grand Nun has absolutely no doubt about the faith of the Emperor and the loyalty of the Empire. ”

"Well, I'll pick one of the most devout nuns to represent the Council of Terra and take over all contact with this unknown being."

Eos Ritra finally replied in the affirmative.

You must know that the state religion of the empire is not the kind of dead eyes and religious fanaticism that many people think, but is closer to a tool for maintaining the system and fooling the people.

Especially the high-level, deliberately shielded and isolated all information that might involve the evil gods of subspace, telling the civilian emperor that it was everything.

Whether it is the almighty machine god or the goddess in those half-truths and half-truths mythological stories, as long as they are gods, they are all the incarnations of the emperor anyway.

He is everywhere and omnipotent.

This is why there are so many factions within the state religion, and some even have portraits of four-armed emperors, or feminine emperor sculptures created by feminists.

But it's actually quite exciting to think that a blonde girl with great power and cold rationality is the emperor of the Galactic Empire......

But no matter how much it is embellished, it cannot hide the fact that the state religion is deceiving the people and pinning all spiritual beliefs on the emperor alone.

"Remember to pick one that is the purest and most beautiful, and tell her to be mentally prepared to make sacrifices for the emperor and the empire. This may bring us a lot of unexpected benefits. Violetta Roskavler reminded.

"I know what to do without you reminding me."

Eos Rietra decisively ended the topic.

Seeing that the entire council had gradually reached a consensus, a smile of relief appeared on the regent's face, and he said in a clear and powerful voice: "I'm glad that you have a clear understanding of this matter, and even thought of a solution that is not bad. Let's follow this plan. Remember, don't provoke this unknown powerful creature as a last resort, because we have enough enemies. ”

"Understood!"

Accompanied by a response in unison.

About a few hours later, a squadron of Battle Nuns led by Grand Nuns boarded a spaceship and, with the assistance of a navigator, entered the subspace tunnel, embarking on a journey to a colonized planet tens of thousands of light-years away.

At this moment, inside the cabin of the spaceship, a woman with long white hair in a shawl, wearing a black power mecha, and exuding a mature aura that makes it impossible to tell her age, is carefully examining the exaggerated giant blaster in her hand, the corners of her mouth with black lip gloss are slightly raised, and her eyes are flashing with chilling excitement and anticipation.

You don't need to ask to know that she is the Grand Nun who is in charge of leading the team, a veteran of the real aftermath of the catastrophe, and her status in the empire is equivalent to that of the head of an interstellar warband.

However, unlike warband leaders, they do not have to serve on the battlefield until they die or go completely insane, but can be transferred to the Inquisition or the Anglican Headquarters according to their skills and experience.

The one in front of me clearly belongs to the latter.

But even so, she must have fired more bullets from a blaster on the battlefield than many people have eaten in a lifetime.

The power mechs were densely packed with countless small skull markings, each representing the enemy commander who had been killed.

Just after the grand nun checked her weapons and equipment from beginning to end, a relatively young combat nun next to her couldn't help but ask: "Grand nun Grace, what mission are we going to carry out this time, it is so mysterious?" ”

"Don't ask what you shouldn't, it's not good for you to know too much.

What's more, when you get there, you will naturally understand.

Also, our mission this time is not to fight the enemy, but to negotiate.

So you'd better put away your usual temper of firing if you don't agree with each other. ”

The Grand Nun, known as Grace, issued a stern admonishment to her men.

"Negotiations? We! ”

The young nun was momentarily stunned, her face full of shock and disbelief.

Because they may be very good at shoving a blaster into the opponent's mouth, pulling the trigger, playing the most beautiful brain splash effect, and using a chainsaw sword to cut all kinds of enemies in the middle, but the experience of negotiating this kind of thing is basically zero.

After all, the nuns are trained to remain strong in their faith and how to blow up the heads of heretics.

"That's right. This mission was given directly by the Pope and the Council, and you can imagine its importance, and everyone was prepared to sacrifice everything if necessary. If someone messes up, there may be more than just death waiting for her. ”

With that, Grace ignored the curious or surprised reactions of her subordinates, and sat alone in her seat and fell into a half-rested, half-guarded state.

It's not safe to navigate subspace.

Despite the protection of the "Geller Force Field", it is theoretically impossible for ordinary subspace creatures to approach at all.

But that doesn't mean it's 100% safe.

Grace has traveled hundreds of times in subspace and understands the enormous risks involved.

After all, the "Geller Force Field", which sounds very lofty, is essentially nothing more than using the psionics as a battery to release a protective film similar to bubbles to cover the battleship.

Psykers, on the other hand, are known for their instability, even if they are highly trained.

This means that if something goes wrong with the psykers who provide energy to the force field, a brutal battle will begin in an instant, and countless demons and unknown creatures will jump out of the warped space and into the cabin.

At this point, the people on board need to do everything they can to resist until the spacecraft jumps out of subspace safely.

Otherwise, the entire ship will become the playthings of demons and evil gods, even their bodies and souls.

Murphy's Law states that the more a person worries that something bad will happen, the more likely it is to happen.

Just as the ship's navigator was moving along the established route through the guidance of the Star Torch, a violent storm suddenly fell from the sky, constantly impacting the Geller force field, which was not very powerful in the first place.

In just a few minutes, the psionics, who were the batteries, began to be unable to bear the huge consumption and fell into a trance, and knelt on the ground with a cry of pain.

"Not good! Our protective force field is gone! Everyone is ready for battle! ”

The captain quickly put on his protective mask and picked up the gun that had been placed beside him.

The rest of the ship reacted in a similar way.

The battle nun put on her helmet as soon as possible, and quickly dispersed in a three-person battle group, regardless of the violent turbulence inside the cabin.

After about two or three seconds, a monster covered in red skin suddenly burst out, screaming and rushing towards the nearest battle nun, intending to cut it in two with its scythe-like forelimbs.

However, the other combat nun next to her reacted obviously one step faster, raised the blaster and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With the fire erupting from the muzzle, three armor-piercing explosive shells, more than bullets, slammed into the monster's body.

The huge kinetic energy and the explosion generated after entering the body instantly produced a near-perfect braking effect, slowing down the speed of its rapid charge.

And this gave the attacked battle nun time to react, and immediately pulled out the chainsaw sword without hesitation, and directly aimed it into the head.

With a piercing buzz and the eerie sound of the chainsaw sword tearing flesh and bones, the latter's head was sliced in half on the spot, and the splatters of blood stained the power mech and the walls of the narrow hallway.

"Damn! It's a sadomasochistic demon! We've been attacked by sadistic demons! ”

Immediately after killing the enemy, the Battle Nun confirmed the identity of the enemy through the entity, and loudly issued a notice to the other comrades on board.

Before the others could respond, demons sprung up from the subspace and began to rush to the cockpit.

One of the two battle nuns didn't pay attention, and was instantly dismantled by the sneak attack of the demon that appeared behind them, and the bloody head was also dragged down by the latter and hung on his waist, and the pungent smell of blood quickly spread throughout the corridor.

As a grand nun, Grace used up the four magazines of the blaster in her hand in less than two minutes, threw the gun directly to the ground, pulled out the chainsaw sword and fought with these bloodthirsty and cruel subspace creatures, and loudly reminded the cockpit behind her while fighting: "This is a premeditated attack!" Get us out of this damn place! ”

"No! Having lost the navigator as a psyker, we simply can't confirm our position if we jump out of the subspace now. The captain replied in a hurried tone.

"Not being able to confirm the location is always much better than being killed in subspace. Jump out now! That's an order! ”

Grace roared and used her special identity.

Normally, things like sailing in subspace are usually decided by the navigator and the captain.

But as a double mandate from the State Church and the Parliament, she is clearly the highest-ranking person on this ship.

Therefore, after hearing the word "order", the captain could only sweat profusely and command the crew to start the procedure of jumping out of the subspace.

Because it had only been a short time, there were already a series of screams from the battle nun before she died, as well as the bloodthirsty and manic roar of the sadistic demon.

There was even an unknown eyeball that flew in from the end of the hallway and landed on the ground, with a large chunk of optic nerve and brain tissue at the end.

There is no doubt that this is the daily life of the Warhammer Universe's human space warships conducting subspace teleportation.

There is no pattern to attacks like this.

Some people sail all their lives without encountering any problems, but there are others who sail only once and completely leave their lives and souls in the subspace.

"Sisters! Hold! The cockpit must not be lost! We must not die here! Because we still have a glorious mission! For the great emperor! For the Empire! ”

Grand Nun Grace kicked the large sadistic demon twice as tall as herself, and took the lead with a battle cry.

The chainsaw sword in her hand was covered in blood and shredded flesh from the fact that she had slashed too many enemies, and some of the sawsaws were even scarred by the hard bones.

But even so, the woman did not take half a step back, but took off her torn helmet, leaving her long white hair completely red with blood and shredded flesh.

The battle nuns who were inspired also took out their strength to feed without regard for their injuries, and stubbornly relied on the narrow terrain of the passage to freeze the demonic impact ten times their size.

The latter's mutilated corpse even built a wall of flesh and blood.

But no matter how many demons die, there will always be an endless number of dense and endless numbers behind them.

If it weren't for the limited internal space of the spaceship, the Battle Nuns would have been completely overwhelmed by the endless number of enemies.

"How long will it take?"

Grace picked up the bomber that had fallen to the ground and ran out of the magazine in one go, asking sharply as she wore a rough face while retreating backwards with the few remaining battle nuns.

Don't look at the fact that the battle has not been long since the beginning of the battle, and he is wearing a power mecha with excellent performance, but the consumption of physical strength in the fierce battle is huge.

After all, the Battle Nun is not a genetically modified Astarte, and even in the face of tens of thousands of enemies, it is possible to kill a bloodstream.

They are essentially ordinary human women who have undergone rigorous training, and even with the use of drugs or even mechanical modifications, they are simply not comparable to the former in terms of strength and physical strength.

"Five minutes! Give me five more minutes! ”

The captain's eyes were fixed on the electronic screen on the ship, and his whole body was soaked in sweat from head to toe.

Because this is the first time he has tried to complete the procedure of jumping out of subspace without the guidance of the navigator.

In this universe, the role of the navigator is not only to provide the correct direction and course for the spacecraft, but also to sense the distance between himself and the torch.

Only they can know where the spacecraft will be in the real universe when it is traveling in subspace, and whether it has reached its destination.

If you do this without the guidance of the navigator, God knows what kind of accident will happen to you at the moment of jumping.

It could be jumping straight into the middle of a star or planet, diving headlong into a dense asteroid belt, or entering an enemy-controlled field.

If it weren't for the fact that the current situation was already so bad that it couldn't have been worse, the captain wouldn't have taken such a huge risk.

"Hurry up! We can't stand it! ”

Grace didn't look back and urged loudly.

Because she had seen a skull reaper demon with skeletons embedded all over her body slowly coming out from behind.

Especially the cloak behind him, which is densely packed and almost all of them are the skulls of Astarte supersoldiers.

All the low-level sadistic demons bowed their heads in awe and surrender when they felt his presence.

Because this is not an ordinary demon, but a typical great demon blessed by the evil god of fear.

While it's not as good as the Seeds of Destruction who can slaughter entire planets with a single person and slaughter hordes of Astarte Space Marines, or Anglas, known as the Skull Guard, the Deathbringer, and the Sadistic Loved One, is no nameless, but the most legendary bloodletter.

His presence often signifies the gaze of the sadistic gods.

Moment!

Grace's heart sank to the bottom.

Although she didn't know exactly how the information was leaked, the terror was undoubtedly aware of her mission by now.

"Woman, are you ready to have your limbs and head cut off by me?"

The Skullsnatcher grinned in a bloodthirsty and cruel grin.

He had a pair of large, forward-curved horns on the top of his head, a face that looked like a skeleton wrapped in red skin, exaggerated muscles, and a broad-bladed greatsword with serrated teeth in his hand, and a long tongue extending out of his mouth, constantly licking the blood stained on the greatsword.

"How did you and your master know about my itinerary?" Grace said tentatively with a frown.

"Hahahaha! You think I'm going to tell you the answer? No! I'm just here to kill you all. ”

The Skullsnatch grinned and let out a mocking laugh, followed by a charge with his greatsword.

Rumble!!!!!

I saw a red afterimage flash in the air, and then the whole nun flew out with the power mecha, slammed into the wall behind her, and smashed a deep pit directly into the hard alloy plate.

I even spurted out a large amount of blood under the huge reaction force.

There is no doubt that in terms of strength and speed, Grace is no match for the big demon in front of her at all, and she is not even qualified to fight the opponent.

Not to mention her, even if all the battle nuns are replaced with Astarte, it will be for nothing.

The intense pain and suffocation made Grace fall into despair, and knowing that today might be the end of her short life, she subconsciously wanted to press the self-destruct button, and then rush up to give this powerful demon a hard blow.

But at this critical moment.

The spaceship finally completed all the procedures, and suddenly tore a crack in the subspace, and flew through the rift into the real universe like an arrow from a string.

Moment!

The demons that had been densely packed behind the passage all disappeared, leaving only blood and broken corpses everywhere.

But Grace didn't see a trace of joy in the aftermath of the catastrophe on her face.

Because the most tricky skullsnatch did not disappear, but followed the ship from subspace to the real universe.

Looking at the desperate looks on the faces of everyone on the spaceship, the skullsnatcher teased in a cat-and-mouse tone, "It's a pity, isn't it? You're almost going to escape from me. ”

"Demons! Don't be complacent! Because even if I fail, the Empire will send someone else to carry out this mission. ”

Grace struggled to her feet in pain, one of her hands silently reaching for the self-destruct button beneath her deformed breastplate.

Just as she was about to press it, she suddenly felt a white dot shining with silver light suddenly appear in the endless deep sky outside.

Next Second......

The outer armor of the ship, which was enough to withstand the impact of meteorites, was directly torn apart like paper by an invisible force.

Out of a subconscious fighting instinct, the Skull Reaver immediately picked up the blade in his hand that had been blessed with terror and jumped up and slashed it.

Clang!

With the sound of metal colliding, golden sparks flew in all directions.

I saw that this giant sword directly split the head of a silver metal man in half from the middle.

But the interesting part is that the metal man whose head was split off not only died but also quickly merged the two halves of his head, firmly holding the hot red magic sword in place, and no matter how hard the skull snatcher tried, he couldn't pull it back.

What's even more terrifying is that the merged metal skulls secrete a large amount of black oil, which is devouring and decomposing the weapon at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By the time the demon came to his senses, the sword in his hand had completely disappeared, and only a small handle remained.

Such a strange picture made not only the skullsnatcher dumbfounded, but also the others in the spaceship.

You don't need to ask to know that this silver metal man is the incarnation of Zuo Si's creation in this universe, to be precise, a completely oily form of self.

He felt the fluctuations in the nearby subspace, so he was curious to rush over and take a look, by the way, to see what the so-called subspace was, and whether it was the same as he expected, like the outer plane of the universe where Torrell was located, which was composed of spirits and beliefs.

As a result, I happened to encounter the Human Empire spaceship that had just jumped out of subspace.

"Sadistic Archdemon?"

Zuo Si looked the skull snatcher up and down, and suddenly showed a very surprised expression.

After all, the powerful demons under the Sadist usually have two particularly obvious characteristics, one is red skin, and the other is the flame of anger that cannot be extinguished.

Without any hesitation!

He simply dragged the Skull Reaver out of the cabin and threw it into the icy space, then resealed the torn shell.

Otherwise, it won't be long before the human beings who are not wearing life-supporting equipment inside will be frozen to death due to the ultra-low temperature of minus 270 degrees Celsius.

When the shell was sealed again, Grace, whose face had already condensed frost, instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

She had apparently recognized the metal man as the target of her trip, and had no hope of victory for the skull-snatcher who had lost her weapon.

After all, according to the judgment given by the council, this mysterious existence should at least have a power comparable to that of a subspace evil god or a secondary god, and can easily manipulate everything including metal, and even the body is made of alloy through high pressure, even if it is broken, it can be reshaped anytime and anywhere.

"Phew—we're finally saved."

The captain of the ship, who was immortal, instantly slumped in his chair, his face full of sobriety for the rest of his life.

But soon, he was able to see what he had captured from the spacecraft's probe.

A creepy space battle between Zuosi and the Skullsnatcher, to be exact.

The former is just one hit!

A moon the size of Terra was blown into powder in an instant.

That terrifying power is comparable to the original body created by the Emperor!

No!

Maybe some weaker primordial bodies can't even punch with such destructive power!

"Big ...... Your Excellency, this is not what we are going to negotiate with this time, is this? ”

A battle nun, who had survived the fierce battle, swallowed a bloody saliva and asked.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

After a violent coughing up of blood, Grace breathed a sigh of relief and responded with a wry smile, "Yes, you guessed it. Our next task is to build a basic mutual trust with him and try to reach some cooperation. Now keep your eyes open and take a good look, and see how powerful and terrifying this unknown existence really is. ”