Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With the muffled sound of the prisoners stepping on the ground in the heavy lead shoes worn on their feet to restrict movement and prevent escape, a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties, with numerous burns and scald scars on his head and face, was the first to slowly step off the rail train that was dedicated to transporting supplies to the spaceport, escorted by the soldiers of the fleet.

Behind him were thousands of men and women in prison uniforms, with confused and terrified faces, more than a third of whom had been beaten, tortured and abused.

The oldest of them was gray-haired and scrawny, as if he could die at any moment, while the youngest was probably not even ten years old, struggled to even drag lead shoes, and his bare head was branded with the marks of heresy in striking human characters.

You don't need to ask to know that these poor creatures sent as "soul currency" are prisoners sent from the prisons of various planets in the vast territory of the Human Empire, and they are also the most direct manifestation of the tyranny of the upper ruling class of the empire in the 10,000 years when the emperor sat on the golden throne and all the original bodies disappeared.

In particular, many of those who were arrested and defined as heretics by various agencies under the Inquisition were simply deceived by cults, or their lives and their families were threatened and had to join them.

As a result, after the cult was smashed, instead of receiving due compensation and resettlement, these victims were regarded as a part of the natural need to be completely eradicated and wiped out.

In the eyes of the state religion, this is the only way to ensure that the emperor is the only faith of mankind, and to prevent those damn subspace evil gods from eroding, distorting, and playing with humanity.

As for whether there is innocence among these people, that is not a question for them to consider.

After all, according to the philosophy that the Empire has always pursued, loyalty is not absolute is absolute disloyalty.

Truly loyal to the emperor should directly resist these heresies when they discover them, and even if they are unable to destroy them, they must at least use their own lives to consume the weapons and ammunition of the other party, which is the duty of an imperial subject.

Therefore, all the guys who have been coerced by the cult, one of them has betrayed the empire and betrayed the emperor of mankind, how can there be so-called "innocents".

With this simple, brutal, and extreme one-size-fits-all policy, as well as the bloated and highly corrupt bureaucracy within the empire, coupled with the supreme privilege of investigating whomever it wants and arresting whomever it wants, it is unimaginable how many unjust, false and wrongful convictions will be carried out in the process.

After all, these guys even dare to investigate the original regent, Robert Killiman.

Any abuse of power and framing is not worth mentioning at all.

Learn about the famous "Extinction Order".

During the invasion of the Tyranids, this thing blasted an astronomical barrier in the galaxy.

Although the Empire claimed to have evacuated all its inhabitants in advance, the true situation was known only to the fleet itself that carried out the order.

In many cases, if a political opponent or rival is eliminated, as long as he finds a way to connect him with cults and heretics, and then provides the relevant evidence to the court, the latter will immediately act to put his entire family in a situation from which he will never recover.

Don't worry about being caught, the other party will bite to death and not admit the crime.

So far, there has been no record of anyone being able to survive 72 hours of torture in the courtroom.

In the end, anyone who is caught will admit that he is a heretic, committed an unforgivable crime, betrayed the empire and the emperor, and only asks the court to give him a good time.

Of course, in addition to heretics, among these prisoners are deserters, residents who have been coerced to rebel together on a planet, ordinary people who have voluntarily or coerced to join the Chaos camp and provide various logistical supplies to the demonized space marines, and so on.

As Robert Killiman has just woken up from his slumber and is concentrating on a military campaign called the Indomitable Expedition, the entire empire is capturing a horrific number of prisoners every day, from top to bottom.

Normally, these people are basically either executed or sent to be transformed into various types of servants, and use their lives on the battlefield to atone for their mistakes.

But now they were all sent to Zuo Si as soul currency in exchange for supplies that the empire desperately needed.

Needless to say, the subspace force field generator was regarded as the most urgently needed resource for the expeditionary fleet by the Martian Mechanicus and the Terra Council since the end of the test.

And those super giant magic mecha are also regarded as the titan mecha called "God Machine" in this world, and they are larger, stronger, and can provide more firepower, which is simply the most ideal weapon for large-scale battles.

Not to mention, there is also a multi-functional single-player power mecha that can extract energy from subspace to release psionic lightning, hot melt rays, and dissociation rays, and realize short-distance teleportation.

Under the order of the imperial regent, the newly formed logistics department can't wait to send out all the transport fleets to transfer these massive criminals imprisoned in various star regions, and exchange their souls for these big treasures that can directly improve the combat effectiveness of the front-line troops.

In particular, the Grey Knights, who were set up specifically to target the threat of Chaos Demons, said that they no longer wanted to use those ordinary power mechs after using the glistening oil to create power mechs that could greatly enhance the power of psionic spells.

Because no one in the entire empire knows better than them the immense value of these enchanted power mechs, weapons, and ammunition.

Swords, axes, and broadswords glowing with silver or gold can leave terrifying wounds on the Chaos Demon with a single blow, while also causing a constant burning that causes pain to the enemy.

Even bullets engraved with dense runes could easily penetrate the demon's psionic protective force field, which was not something that ordinary ranged weapons could do.

It can even be said that the current planet, which has been completely swallowed and transformed by the oil, has become an indispensable and important casting base in the empire's logistics system, and it is also an absolutely irreplaceable one.

If it is attacked by the enemy, the Council of Terra and the Imperial Navy will not hesitate to send the Astarte Warband to help.

"Your Excellency, I have safely delivered the first captives at the request of the Council. A total of five million three hundred twenty-six thousand four hundred seventy-three. Three hundred and twenty of them died during the transport for various reasons. ”

The captain of the transport ship immediately gave a standard imperial military salute after seeing Grace, and reported in a very solemn tone, and at the same time did not forget to glance at Zuo Si, whose whole body was shining with metallic light from the corner of his eye.

"Well done, next you need to deliver the things on this list to the ship, and then wait for the escort fleet to arrive and act with them."

As she spoke, Grace, who was still disguised as a great nun, transmitted an electronic list in her hand to the other party's portable electronic device through the Internet.

The latter quickly glanced twice, and found that the list was full of letters and numbers, and there was not even a decent name.

Among them, the one listed as X-000 is a big guy that is placed not far away and sealed in a ceramic steel container that is several hundred meters long.

Because the boxes are marked with the same huge letters and numbers.

What the fuck is this?

This size is several times larger than the average infantry airborne capsule.

However, considering that some secrets might be involved, the captain resolutely resisted his exuberant curiosity.

After all, the ubiquitous eyeliner of the Inquisition is no joke.

Once it is regarded as stealing imperial secrets or labeled disloyalty, it can basically declare this life completely over.

Just as the captain was about to beckon his subordinates to start transporting all the things on the list to the spaceship with the help of the space elevator, Zuo Si, who had not made a sound, suddenly walked up to the prisoner standing at the front and asked with interest, "What crime have you committed?" ”

Moment!

There was silence all around, and everyone involuntarily raised their heads and stared nervously at this side.

However, before the prisoner could speak, the captain in charge of escorting the ship quickly retrieved the relevant information from the ship's network, and replied cautiously: "Your Excellency, he is a deserter who has abandoned the defensive line that needs to be held on the battlefield in defiance of orders.

According to the military decree issued by the Empire, this was definitely punishable by death.

In fact, all the prisoners who were sent here were condemned for felonies, without exception.

If you need it, my people can help carry out the execution. ”

"No thanks. But rather than this kind of empty record without any polish, I prefer to listen to the person's description and explanation. ”

Zuo Si bluntly rejected the Navy captain's proposal.

Because in his eyes, more than half of these prisoners did not shine with a red aura that symbolized evil.

This means that the impartiality of the Empire's judicial system has long since been extinguished, and it has completely become a criminal institution that maintains system rule through threats and intimidation.

The man in prison uniform raised his head, his eyes revealing numbness and despair, and said in a tone without a trace of emotion: "As recorded in the archives, I became a deserter, did not follow the orders to defend the line, and was killed in the trenches like everyone else.

After all, I was just an ordinary office clerk before I was forcibly dragged into battle.

The only weapon in his hand is a laser gun that can't even penetrate a power mecha.

In this case, what else can I do but run away?

To those guys in the War Department, our deaths are nothing more than a series of meaningless cold numbers that don't even waste a second in mourning.

I just saw through this and wanted to live, is that also wrong?

If even this is not allowed, then it is not me who is at fault, but the world. ”

"Shut up! Shameful deserters! You're making excuses for your cowardice! You must know that in the battle in which you participated, three billion brave soldiers were killed, but they never took a step back. The captain of the transport ship scolded.

I have to say that in this universe spanning the entire galaxy, the intensity and casualties of any local war in the Human Empire are enough to cause a cardiac arrest for any country on Earth after two years ago.

Don't look at the three billion casualties, it sounds like a tingling scalp, but in fact it can only be regarded as a relatively "minor" loss.

According to statistics, there are about 32,800 nest worlds in the Human Empire today, and the "lower limit" of the population of each nest world is 100 billion, which together is already a terrifying astronomical number.

And that's not even counting the foundry world, the industrial world, the agricultural world.

Therefore, billions or tens of billions of casualties are not a problem at all in the eyes of the imperial leadership.

In addition to naturally occurring humans, the Cult of the Mechanics also has a series of means that can be used to explode troops on a large scale in a short period of time, including cloning technology, artificial wombs, and maturation technology.

It can be said that in this crazy and desperate universe, being the head soldier of a human empire is simply miserable, and he is not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

What's worse is that in their short lives, they also have to undergo high-intensity brainwashing and hypnosis, until they are effortlessly torn to pieces by all kinds of rebels, aliens, chaotic forces, Orks, Zergs, and space necrons on the battlefield.

There may not even be a single ordinary soldier in the billion who will survive to retire normally.

This also explains why the state religion, which worships the emperor as a god, has expanded so quickly within the borders of the human empire.

If it were not for the sustenance of faith and the spiritual narcotics provided by religion, these big-headed soldiers would have had a psychological breakdown and gone completely insane, and it is not worth making a fuss about large-scale self-harm or even suicide.

The deserter prisoner stared at the captain's brown pupils and asked rhetorically in a slightly sarcastic tone, "Do you know why they didn't run away?"

Not because they were brave and willing to die, or how loyal they were to the empire or the emperor.

Because behind them there were also overseers formed by the Political Commissar's Department, as well as frigates and cruisers docked in orbit.

In the event of a mass exodus, the weapons of destruction will immediately turn around and fall on their own heads.

So don't pretend to be high there!

The planet we are stationed on has long since been regarded as an outcast by the Council of Terra and the heir of the Great Bright Emperor and the regent of the Primordial Empire. ”

Click!

With the crisp sound of opening the safe, the captain decisively pulled out his gun and put it against the deserter's head, intending to pull the trigger.

Because he knew that if the other party was allowed to continue talking, more than half of the people present would have to be investigated by the trial court after they returned.

After all, it's good to know some things in your heart, but you must never say them.

But at the moment of pulling the trigger, the gun in the captain's hand suddenly dissolved into a puddle of black viscous liquid, dripping down the palm of his hand and falling to the ground.

"I'm sorry, according to the agreement, from the moment he landed on the ground, his life and soul were already mine. Whatever he says, it's not your turn to make decisions for me. ”

Zuo Si unceremoniously swore an oath of sovereignty to the officer of the Imperial Navy.

This move undoubtedly took the deserters as prisoners by surprise.

He was clearly aware that his powerless self would mean the end of his life from the moment he was judged to be a deserter.

Whether it is shot or sent to the Mechanic God Cult to have their frontal lobes removed and transformed into a servant, there is actually no essential difference.

But now it seems that things are still turning a little bit around.

At least judging from the reaction of the unknown creature Zuosi, the other party did not quite approve of the Empire's handling of deserters.

Zuo Si ignored the captain's face that was swollen with annoyance, and walked straight to the next little girl who looked to be only about ten years old, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the heretical mark on the other party's head, and asked in a very gentle voice, "Does it still hurt?" ”

"No...... It doesn't hurt anymore. ”

The thin little girl hurriedly shook her head, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, and her eyes revealed intense fear.

She had apparently seen many bloody and brutal scenes in the torture room of the courtroom, her young and fragile heart had been torn to pieces, and the lead shoes on her feet had severely deformed the bones of her legs and ankles.

In the next few minutes, Zuo Si asked some of the prisoners one by one about the reasons for their arrest, and found that according to the laws of most normal countries on Earth in the 21st century, the vast majority of them were not guilty of death at all, and many of them were simply tortured into confessions and political prisoners.

There are even quite a few governors of the planets who practice slavery, in order to complete the "targets" issued by the above, they will randomly pull people to make up the numbers.

This incomparably familiar operation even gave him the illusion that he was in Bato's Hell dealing with a group of demons.

In particular, the painful memories of being repeatedly violated, insulted, beaten, and tortured during the interrogation process are estimated to be comparable only to the torture room used to extract soul energy in hell.

It's no wonder that the chaos gods of subspace are so fond of humans, and some esoteric cults composed of extraterrestrial intelligent beings also hope to save the entire galaxy by destroying the human race.

There is no doubt that these prisoners in front of them are almost perfect proof of the theory that Zuo Si had previously proposed to Bane that all forms of rule are tyranny at their root.

Although the Emperor originally carried the hope of all mankind, he wanted to lead the entire race out of the darkness and build a prosperous and powerful civilization, so that ordinary people could live a prosperous and beautiful life.

The end result, however, is that the empire he created has become a terrifying tyrannical entity that cannot be overthrown from within.

The Astarte Space Marines, who once established galactic supremacy for the Empire, will continue to extinguish all rebellions and uprisings under their foolish loyalty, killing the possibility of an entire civilization destroying itself from within.

From the perspective of a bystander, Zuo Si felt that the emperor's behavior of using subspace technology to create genetic prototypes and super soldiers was wrong from the beginning.

Because he has made the violent apparatus of the entire empire too powerful.

In particular, the original body and Astarte directly opened a gap of several dimensions with ordinary people, and the immortal nature made it difficult for them to empathize with ordinary people.

After all, even differences in skin color, body shape, and physiognomy can lead to mutual hatred within human beings, not to mention a group of supermen who have long held the supreme power.

Over time, there will inevitably be a rift between the two due to the inability to understand each other's thoughts.

This has been the case since the Horus Rebellion, and it has not changed to this day.

Even the emperor who sat on the golden throne and founded the empire gradually changed from the savior of mankind to the source of all disasters, the pseudo-emperor and the tyrant in the eyes of some rebellious people.

"Y-are you going to kill us?"

Just as Zuo Si was in deep thought, the deserter standing at the forefront of the team suddenly couldn't help but ask.

Because this feeling of waiting for death was too tormenting, he desperately wanted to confirm the final judgment of fate on him.

"No, it won't. Except for a handful of cultists and lunatics who believe in the Chaos Cult, I will not execute anyone. All you need to do is put your fingerprint on this agreement to sell your soul, and you will be released as a prisoner and live freely in the territory I rule. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si conjured out of thin air a parchment scroll half a meter wide and one meter long, and the hellish aura emanating from it instantly made Grace, who had transformed into a devil next to him, feel inexplicably intimate and familiar.

"Selling your soul?"

The deserter was slightly stunned, and the demonic Astarte warriors he had encountered on the battlefield instantly came to his mind.

During the Horus Rebellion, several emperors created the original and the legions of space marines based on their genes threw themselves into the arms of the subspace evil gods for various reasons.

While some of them have been wiped out, many of them are still attacking the Empire's controlled territories in the real universe.

Before Robert Killiman woke up from his slumber, Chaos Warlord Abaddon launched the "Thirteenth Dark Crusade", turning the entire human empire upside down.

So when it comes to selling their souls, most people's first reaction is the subspace evil god.

"That's right. I will not kill you directly, but I will wait for you to die naturally when your life is exhausted, and then send your souls to my kingdom. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hands and unleashed a huge illusion magic.

Moment!

The bustling, noisy, and ostentatious view of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Batow's hell is projected in front of everyone out of thin air.

Different from the abstinence and repression advocated by human society in this world, you can see people everywhere in the streets and alleys, and you don't know whether you are drunk or taking drugs that cause you to get too nervous to get together and party.

The blood-pumping competitions, gladiatorial fights, and special service venues are even more dizzying flashes in front of you.

Even some of the guys who were in the mood to take off their clothes and start a fierce battle in front of the public.

Passers-by were not surprised, but stopped to watch with great interest, and some gave applause, cheers and whistles as encouragement.

All of this has given people who are used to living in extreme depression strongly stimulated.

Because from these images, they experienced for the first time what it means to be free without any restrictions and without constraints.

"This is the world we go to when we die?!"

The deserter's pupils dilated suddenly, and his eyes revealed a naked and undisguised yearning.

Because in his short life, there has never been a moment when he has been able to indulge as much as the humans and other humanoids in the picture.

Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "That's right, this is the world you want to go to after you die." If you don't believe me, you can sign your name on the deed and kill yourself. When the time comes, everyone will be able to see you through this projection. ”

Boom!

The deserter subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and his heartbeat rate was more than twice as fast as usual in an instant.

Although he longed for such a life, his heart was full of unknown fear of death.

Just as the deserter hesitated, an old man in the back of the line, who was suffering from illness to the point of mental breakdown, suddenly rushed out, ran to the front at lightning speed and pressed the handprint, and then did not hesitate to snatch a gun from the human soldier, aimed it at his head and pulled the trigger.

Burst!

With a laser bolt passing through his temple, he fell straight to the ground, a warm corpse.

This scene not only shocked all the prisoners present, but the captain and the soldiers around him who were in charge of escorting them also showed expressions of disbelief.

However, in just a few minutes, they captured the voice of the old man who had committed suicide just now in the picture.

It's just that his appearance has recovered from old age to middle age, and he is following the flow of people to the entrance of the city with a blank face.

After a period of queuing and claiming identification, he finally made his way into the city, where he began to rush like crazy to eat free food, followed by an exciting prop race car, and finally spent half an hour in a pink-lit shop with a tail, wings, and horns.

When he walked out of the store satisfied, the old man suddenly remembered something, and suddenly raised his head and shouted excitedly at everyone who was enjoying the live broadcast: "Hahahaha!" You must all be watching, right? I can tell you now that it's all true! Don't hesitate! Hurry up and press the handprint! Near-infinite freedom in this afterlife! You can do whatever you want! I think I've fallen in love with it now! ”

"For freedom!"

"Long live freedom!"

"Fuck the empire! Fuck the Emperor! Let's give Lao Tzu to eat! ”

……

With a cry from the deepest part of their souls, the prisoners, who no longer had any attachment to life, rushed forward as if stimulated, pressed their handprints under the parchment scrolls, and then picked up the guns that had fallen on the ground and aimed them on their heads to pull the trigger.

Since it is a laser weapon rather than a physical ammunition, it can continue to be used even after hundreds of fires.

It wasn't until the laser gun's energy ran out and the corpses piled up on the ground that the frenzied suicide finally came to an end.

The most gruesome thing is that all the corpses are laughing on their faces before they die, and the corners of their mouths are laughing wildly, as if they are satirizing this desperate world.

Soon, these suicides also appeared in the projected images, and began to drink in droves on the streets of the huge cyberpunk city, drugged, party, and vent their pent-up desires.

For them, this long-lost freedom is the most precious thing in the world.

From the perspective of the Imperial Inquisition, there is no doubt that these guys are outright heretics, and they dare to insult the emperor as the lord of mankind.

But the problem is that no matter how unforgivable the crimes committed, these people are already dead.

All torture for the living no longer has the slightest deterrent effect on them.

Just when the atmosphere at the scene became a little weird, Zuo Si, who had been silent for a long time, asked this time: "Does anyone else want to commit suicide and hand over their soul in advance?"

If not, line up to press your handprint on the contract and head to the city for the rest of your life.

Don't worry, it's actually not much of a difference a little earlier or a little later.

You can wait until you are old enough to go to my kingdom. ”

Hearing this, the deserter, who had witnessed the scene of thousands of people rushing to commit suicide, finally let out a long breath, broke free from the soldier's control and walked straight to the front, kneeling on one knee and making a big salute.

"Thank you for your generosity and kindness! You are the only light, the only hope, the savior of those of us who have been forsaken. If so, can you tell us your name? ”

"Soth, you can call me that."

Zuo Si's voice obviously contained a powerful power of psychic magic, which instantly had a huge impact on these mortals.

To be exact, whether it was the prisoner who was sent as soul currency, or the captain and crew of the transport ship, they only felt as if a heavy hammer had struck their hearts, as if the shining metallic figure in front of them suddenly became extremely tall, and people couldn't help but want to kneel down and bow down.

The Psykers, in particular, were like seeing a brand new spark in subspace, even brighter than the one on Terra.

"Praise be to you! Great Soth! From now on, you are our faith! Our God! ”

The deserter, affected by psychic magic, knelt on the ground and chanted feverishly.

Not only him, but also the prisoners behind him, who realized that not only would they not die, but that they could even go to a freer and better world after death, immediately showed an irrational religious fanaticism.

Due to the birth and rapid development of the state religion, which led to the empire for 10,000 years, most civilians have long been accustomed to religion.

Especially after seeing the supernatural powers and the afterlife world displayed by Zuo Si with their own eyes, they directly transferred their original belief in the human emperor in situ.

After all, the emperor has hardly been seen since he sat on the golden throne, and all his records exist only in the ethereal myths and stories of the canon.

But what he showed was what he saw with his own eyes.

In this way, millions of prisoners were directly converted into fanatical believers on the spot.

Under the arrangement of the New Phyrexian creation, they soon entered the city that had already been built and began a new and free life.

Since the entire planet is based on oil-based intelligent automation, there is no need for humans, a fragile and fragile organism, to be used as labor.

Food, medical care, and daily necessities were all provided free of charge, which made the prisoners, who had long been accustomed to being constantly oppressed and exploited, feel a strong sense of discomfort.

They couldn't believe that they could live the good life they had dreamed of while they were alive.

There is no need for work here, there is no concept of class, money, and all people are absolutely equal.

You can even enter the virtual world through brain interfaces to play games.

The only thing that needs to be done is to take some time out of the day to go to the church that has organized itself in the neighborhood to pray and thank the great god Soth for giving such a good life.

Obviously, having played absolute dictatorship in the continent of Faeron, and theocracy in Azeroth, Zuosi now intends to play a utopian government in the Warhammer universe.

He wants to replace artificial intelligence with oil and create a perfect America for humanity that only exists in the ideal.

The price, of course, is that all human beings will go to hell after enjoying a lifetime of life and death, becoming the source of their power.

While Zuo Si was receiving prisoners from Imperial Navy transports, Grand Sister Grace had already returned to the sacred Terra home planet with the first transport.

At this moment, she stood in front of the imperial regent and carefully reported.

It took about ten minutes or so for Robert Killiman to digest this information, and asked with a frown: "So this mysterious existence that calls itself Soth may be a god?" His purpose in asking for souls through the exchange was to increase his own followers? ”

Grace hurriedly responded, "I'm sorry, Lord Regent, we don't have enough information about this to make an accurate judgment. But one thing is certain, and that is that he should not have much ill will towards the empire or even humanity for the time being. On the contrary, he was a little too good for the prisoners he sent. ”

"Hehe, that's a good thing, it shows that we're dealing with a kind and compassionate being. Oh, by the way, I heard you came back with a superweapon this time? ”

Robert Kiriman slowly stood up from his seat, and his huge height instantly caused a strong sense of oppression among the others around him.

You must know that the height of the Astarte warriors is generally less than two meters five, the height of the forbidden army is about three meters, and even the shortest of the original body is more than three meters five.

This means that normal human heads-up hormoids can usually only feel each other's thick thighs.

And that's just the difference between height and size.

As for combat effectiveness......

If the Astarte warrior kills the ordinary infantry like a human pinching a chick to death, and the latter has no power to resist at all, then killing the Astarte warrior with the original body is also an absolute crush.

After all, sons of gods and demigods are not casual talks.

Although Robert Killiman is in the weaker class of all the primordial abilities, he has basically never won every fight with his brothers who have defected to the evil gods of subspace.

But the original body is the original body after all, and even the weakest one is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

What's more, the regent's talent is a mature and rational political mind, as well as the ability to perceive people's hearts and select talents.

Although he has only recently woken up from his slumber, he has already managed to restore a bit of life to the rotten Terra political scene.

"Yes, Regent.

I brought back a cannon that could destroy a planet or even a star in an instant.

According to the other side, as long as we give him the rule of the star field located on the border, he can provide one such Star Destroyer cannon every month.

In addition, I also brought back forty war weapons similar to Titan mechs, as well as a full 500,000 sets of power mechs and a large number of supporting weapons and ammunition. ”

Grace hurriedly sent the list she had prepared in advance over the Internet.

She knew very well that these were all sugar-coated shells that Zuo Si had specially thrown to the original body, in order to make the empire more and more dependent on herself in the military and technological fields.

After all, it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

After enjoying the really good things, I definitely can't stand to use those products with all kinds of defects.

"Star Destroyer?!"

Robert Killiman glanced at the parameter introduction on the electronic screen and showed a very surprised expression.

As a primordial who had inherited countless forbidden knowledge from the Emperor, he could certainly see through at a glance that the working principle of this thing was to extract energy from subspace and release it by accelerating it.

However, unlike chaotic and random subspace storms, this thing is concentrated to one point through the core.

"Subspace technology again?"

Standing next to the Imperial Regent, the great sage of the Cult of the Mechanicus, Belisarius Kaul, revealed strong doubts in his voice.

Because this is not the first creation that Zuo Si has come up with that has maturely used the energy of another space, but almost every creation will use subspace energy to a greater or lesser extent.

The most incomprehensible thing for him is that these uses of chaotic energy in subspace are not full of unstable characteristics like human technology, but eliminate danger to the greatest extent, and even ordinary people will not have much problem using it.

At least from the reports that have come back from the various fronts so far, there is hardly any weapon or equipment that uses subspace energy to cause a terrible explosion or catastrophe as a result of its destruction by the enemy.

Some large mechs can even continue to work tenaciously even if they are more than 70% damaged, which makes the Astarte wargroup and supernumerary sons full of praise, and they all say that the Empire's technology research and development and logistics department has finally done a good job.

Robert Killiman was obviously aware of this, and lowered his head to look at this old friend who had awakened him from a decade-long slumber, and asked in a tone of uncertainty that was not very sure, "Do you think this is the forbidden knowledge used by the evil gods of subspace?" ”

Belisarius Kaul immediately shook his head and replied, "No, of course not.

The Chaos Gods' technologies are unstable and chaotic, and these technologies tend to be mature and stable.

The two take very different technical routes.

I just feel a little strange about how the other party has tamed the energy of subspace chaos.

In particular, those mysterious symbols and patterns are obviously an unknown technology, just like the advanced technology mastered by those space necromancers. ”

"Maybe the next time we have the chance, we can go and talk to each other face-to-face.

After all, judging from the previous report, this unknown existence who called himself Soth killed the incarnation of terror, and it should not be the same as the Chaos Evil God.

But for now, let's focus on this expedition.

You must know that the empire is now under unprecedented challenges, and countless people are suffering heavy casualties under the attack of chaos forces and aliens.

We must give all our enemies a head-on blow and let them know what it takes to challenge the Empire's authority over the Galactic system. ”

With that, the original body clenched its fists tightly, and a resolute light burst out of its eyes.

(End of chapter)