Bottas is an administrative region located at the very edge of the human empire, consisting of more than 500 star systems and probably less than 100 planets inhabited by more than a billion people.

It was founded in a very short period of time, less than fifteen hundred years, and was one of the few new colonies of the human empire that managed to expand outward and gain a foothold during the 10,000-year-long dark age.

Since the empire was originally established to turn it into a huge mining and primary industrial processing area, it did not have much immigration.

However, as a result of centuries of natural reproduction, the population of the region gradually swelled to such an astonishing size that it began to need to divert food and other necessities from other places to maintain social stability.

It is obviously not cost-effective to transport ordinary materials over long distances through subspace, so the development of some corresponding agricultural and light industry industries in the local area is naturally on the agenda.

Eventually, with the approval of the Council of Terra, the Sex Zone quickly gained the position of Governor of more than a hundred planets.

Of course, a quota is not enough.

Trying to start from scratch on a deserted planet with no infrastructure and no infrastructure is far more difficult than ordinary people can imagine.

Not to mention anything else, just facing the harsh environment of the planet itself and the counterattack of the native creatures, you have to drink a pot, not to mention the threat from the outer space orcs, zergs, spirits, space necromancers, and chaos forces.

Therefore, opening up a newly colonized planet from scratch is definitely a very dangerous job, and the slightest mistake can lead to death, even if you can get the support of the Empire.

But to be the governor of a planet, it is still very attractive to most people in the lower middle class.

After all, a newly developed planet like this often doesn't have to pay any taxes for the first few hundred years.

And once the development is successful, he and his family descendants will be able to become the rulers of the planet forever, and even implement the primitive feudal system and cruel slavery, and enjoy a good life by riding on the necks of ordinary people on the planet.

Many Rogue traders will even be willing to pay a premium for a spot and then use their connections and resources to explore the planet and eventually become governors.

Situations like this were innumerable during the period of rapid expansion of the Great Expedition.

However, in the long Dark Ages, due to the severe challenge to the rule of the human empire over the entire galaxy, even if the Astarte warband tried their best to fight the fire, they could only watch the sphere of influence continue to shrink.

As a result, Terra simply can't provide enough support to the newly colonized planets that are being explored.

Usually, it is the planetary governors who find their own way to raise the population, money, and technology needed for development.

Therefore, the development of the Bottas Star Sector has been very, very slow for a long time, with a total of only six planets with a population barely reaching tens of billions, and the level of technology and industrial capacity can be regarded as the bottom of the entire empire.

The most typical example is that more than 300 years ago, Terra once sent people to collect the only tax, and after checking the quality of the weapons and equipment made in the region, only a small amount of grain was taken away.

Because the rest of the, even the cannon fodder distributed to the Astral Army seemed too backward.

Yes, you read that right, in the 1,500-year-long history of colonization, this place where birds don't has only been taxed once.

It was so poor and backward that the Empire's top brass had forgotten about it for a long time, and they couldn't remember that there was such a taxable colonial sector.

This is not an isolated case, but rather an administrative chaos caused by the fact that the scope of the territory far exceeds the limits of theoretical domination.

There are also some remote star areas that were developed relatively early, and it may only take two or three thousand years to suddenly remember to collect a tax, and one levy is the total amount of arrears during two or three thousand years.

If the Planetary Governor can't get it out, then he could be slammed on the head with a blaster and replaced with a new one.

To be honest, with the brutal and inefficient way of ruling the Human Empire, it can still maintain such a galactic hegemon status in the face of various disasters for 10,000 years, and the role played by the Astarte Warband in it is amazing.

Even the entire empire does not have a single universal value from top to bottom, and the systems and laws implemented in various star regions and planets are also varied.

When the emperor was there, he basically relied on the cult of personality and the imperial truth to unite people's hearts, and in his absence, he could only rely entirely on the extremely backward spiritual narcotic of religious belief.

According to the experience of human history, the final outcome of such a bulk empire is basically either implosion or gradual disintegration.

Of course, as a remote planetary governor, Moscart doesn't care about how the empire is now ruled or what happens to the big names of the Council of Terra.

Because the Bottas Star Zone is so far away from the center of the empire, even the bombshell news that the original has awakened and become regent again will not have the slightest impact on this area that has just suffered a small invasion by the Zerg.

What really upset him was a document signed by Robert Killeman himself.

The document demanded that all personnel and troops of the entire Empire's administration, state religion, inquisition, and other institutions in the star sector be evacuated, and that all living planet governors immediately go to the casting planet Tours, where various outrageous rumors have been circulating recently.

According to the information revealed by a "person in the know", the reason why this place was able to resist or even eliminate the main force of the Tyranid Zerg had nothing to do with the Astarte wargroup stationed there, nor was it a large number of tanks, mecha and other weapons made by the Mechanicus Cult, but a strange unknown creature appeared inexplicably.

The bugs that terrified all civilizations across the galaxy were wiped out in just a few days under the attack of this unknown creature, and even rebuilt huge cities on the devastated ruins, as well as fully automated assembly lines that could produce a steady stream of things.

What's even more incredible is that the empire, which has always been not very friendly to alien creatures, did not immediately send the most powerful Astarte wargroup to destroy the other party this time, but allowed the other party to control the entire planet.

Not long ago, the Navy's transport ships carried hundreds of millions of prisoners.

All of this proves that the Empire seems to have made some kind of deal with this unknown being.

And it is very likely that Bottas Star Zone is one of the chips in this deal.

So Moscart is now very worried about his own situation and the future of the whole family.

He fears being abandoned by the Council of Terra, losing the power that his family has inherited for hundreds of years, and even more afraid of becoming a slave of some kind of alien or unknown existence.

Although he rules a planet with a population of more than 30 billion, a certain amount of industrial manufacturing capacity, and the ability to raise tens of millions of mortal auxiliary legions in times of war, he is not even qualified to participate in cosmic-level wars and conflicts.

This small invasion of the Tyranids is the best example of this.

Not to mention an unknown life that can easily wipe out the ferocious insects.

Of course, Moscart was not the only one who had the same thoughts, and dozens of other planetary governors who did not become Zerg rations in this disaster also shared similar anxieties and worries.

But they clearly didn't dare to disobey orders from the Council of Terra and the Regent, and they didn't dare to speculate about the power of a creature that could make the Empire adopt a gentle strategy.

"Ahh

After a long time, when the spaceport in the outer space orbit of Tours could already be seen outside the window, the forty-year-old planetary governor couldn't help but sigh slightly, and slowly stood up from his seat, his expression and back almost like he was about to go to the execution ground.

Because in a way, all he has to do now is to be a prisoner of fate.

Soon, with the spaceship's engine extinguished, Moscart finally slowly emerged from the oppressive cabin, and was then stunned by the incredible sight in front of him.

Although he had also been to some of the most densely populated nest worlds, and had seen those steel jungles piled up together that stretched for thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers like high mountains, they were not on the same level as the super giant city in front of him.

To be exact, most nest worlds are actually superpower-enhanced versions of cyberpunk cities.

Residents at the bottom of the ladder don't even deserve electricity, barely surviving on garbage and discarded food from the middle and upper floors, where violence, murder and gang clashes are staged almost daily.

In the eyes of the Empire's top brass, these gang members, who have experienced darkness and despair since childhood, and can skillfully use various weapons, are the ideal targets for conscription.

They only need to undergo a short period of brainwashing and discipline training, and they can be thrown into the battlefield as consumables to fend off an endless number of enemies.

No one would really pin their hopes on a mortal soldier anyway.

There used to be a very classic joke about how to judge how much chance you have of surviving the battle you are going to participate in as an ordinary soldier.

Generally speaking, only a small number of Astarte fighters appeared, which means that the situation is not too bad, at least more than 50% of them have a chance of surviving to the end of the war.

But if a knight mecha of a certain size appears, it means that the probability of surviving to the end will not exceed twenty-five percent.

If you have witnessed the appearance of the Titan Mecha, the machine of the gods, you will basically be considered a dead person from the moment you step on the battlefield.

Therefore, the outrageous huge class difference in Chaodu is most likely deliberately created by the upper ruling class.

Not to mention the people at the bottom, even those workers who make all kinds of weapons and equipment for the empire may not be able to go to the surface of the earth to see the real sky for the rest of their lives.

Only the elite, who are at the top of the ruling class, are entitled to life in the truest sense of the word.

As for the people at the bottom, they are just tools to keep the vast empire running, and even the kind of knowledge that the class can learn is limited.

As such, they had to kneel down every day to express their gratitude to the Governor for giving them such a "good life", and to offer their loyalty, faith, and life to the Great Emperor.

As dark and brutal as it sounds, this is the state of the human empire, and it is even taken for granted political correctness.

Without this class consolidation, there would be no stability within the empire, and rebellions would have swept through every corner like the plague of Nurgle.

As the governor of the planets, Moscart has already seen everything, so he has implemented a similar system on the planets he rules.

But now, he has witnessed the same steel jungle but the opposite of the nest.

From the lowest to the highest point of the city, everyone can move through without any restrictions at all.

Moreover, the highly automated and incomparably developed technology makes the whole city seem to have no sense of tearing and class differences like the nest capital.

The most important thing is that Moscart did not fail to see that not even a single human was working, and that all the assembly lines were handled by machines and some cyborgs.

Many people in all kinds of clothes wander aimlessly in the middle of the park and green belt, and some sit in places like restaurants, eating snacks and drinks, or talking and laughing in groups, or looking through their electronic devices alone, and there is no tension or survival pressure on their faces.

What's going on here?

Just when the Governor of the planet was completely unaware of the situation, he suddenly saw a half-flesh and half-mechanical humanoid creature slowly walking over from a distance, and said in a mechanical voice without any emotion: "You are His Excellency Moscut, the Governor of the planet Culles, right?" Please come with me, the master has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"You ......"

Moscart's eyes widened as he looked up and down at the terrifying thing in front of him, and suddenly a thing that was considered taboo by the Empire appeared in his heart, "artificial intelligence".

Because if it is a modified servant, there should be at least a relatively well-preserved brain and even a spine.

But the new Phyrexian oil creation in front of him didn't resemble it, it looked like an alloy scaffold connected by flesh and blood.

"I'm just an insignificant minion, you can call me my numbered DXV896101047 if you don't mind."

With that, the Oil Creation turned and began to lead the way towards the interior of the city, then raised its hand to intercept a small hovercar that could seat up to six people at a time, and sat down with the Planetary Governor and his four retinue.

In the twinkling of an eye!

The public transport, which was more of a small flying machine than a car, took off into the air and flew straight for the spire, the highest point in the entire megacity.

Along the way, Moscart saw through the car window what he felt was unforgettable, and tens of billions of people who were completely out of work were studying, playing, and enjoying a good life and full freedom.

And all the work is entirely due to these things that are suspected of being artificial intelligence, even the military.

How bold!

What arrogance!

What a blasphemy!

Haven't the guys who rule here heard about the Iron Man Rebellion that broke out in the Golden Age of Humanity?

Couldn't it be that if AI is given the ability to think for itself and self-awareness, why should they continue to serve humanity instead of replacing it?

With an indescribable shock, the Planetary Governor finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you some kind of artificial intelligence?" ”

"Artificial intelligence? If you're referring to virtual personalities built with electronic chips and complex programs, I'm not like them at all. ”

Without thinking, the oil creation gave a negative answer.

"Oh? What's the difference? Moscart continued to ask.

The oil creation directly opened the outer layer of ceramic steel armor, revealing the dense and creepy flesh and nerve structures inside, as well as the oil engine that continuously released powerful power in the body, and explained in an extremely proud tone: "First of all, our body is not made of pure inorganic matter, but also has the same flesh and blood as you.

Secondly, our consciousness and wisdom are not given by chips and programs, but by the power of oil.

Finally, and most importantly, we will always obey the will of the great Neo-Phyrexian Fathers, and there will never be such a thing as an AI rebellion.

Not to mention, the wisdom and power of the great Neo-Phyrexian Fathers are far beyond your imagination as mortals. ”

Hearing this, Moscart did not feel any more relieved, but became even more nervous.

Because he had already recognized that the biological skeleton and neuromuscular structure used in the creature in front of him were the Tyranids who had invaded this star region not long ago.

The upper body of a knife worm, to be exact.

It's no wonder that the first sight of this creature with a terracotta steel shell gives it an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

In the same way, the Planetary Governor also had a strong awe and fear in his heart for Zuo Si, who had created this stitched monster.

After all, there has always been only the Tyranid Zerg who plundered and devoured other races, and this is the first ruthless person in the entire galaxy to make full use of their corpses.

As the aircraft moved through neighborhoods, streets, squares, and parks at breakneck speed, it finally came to a stop on the highest platform.

The moment the hatch opened, Moscat finally saw a few planetary governors of the Bottas Star Sector who had just arrived like himself.

It was easy to tell from the expressions on their faces and the look in their eyes that these people were now just as panicked and confused as they were.

They didn't even say hello to each other before they were ushered into the majestic spire-shaped building ahead by New Phyrexian creations.

In just ten minutes or so, all the surviving planetary governors in the entire sector were in a huge white conference room.

Even the planets where the planetary governors died sent a representative to attend.

The moment everyone was seated, the floor in the center of the conference room suddenly opened a passageway.

The metal glistening oil avatar that followed Zuo Si flew up from below, and quickly swept over all the planetary governors and representatives present with two electronic eyes before speaking, "I think you should have all received a notice from the Imperial Regent and the Council, haven't you?" ”

"Yes, we did, but we don't know exactly what to do."

Moscart took the initiative to stand up, touched his chest with one hand, bowed, and cautiously tentatively.

"It's simple.

From the moment the deal was completed, the Empire handed over this sector to me to rule.

Now you have two options.

One is to leave here with his possessions and return to the area ruled by the Empire;

The other is to give up all the power and wealth I have now, and accept the radical transformation I have made of this area.

Remember, I'm not talking to you, I'm giving notice.

Of course, you can also resist through violence.

But that means I'm going to start a massacre against you, your families, and your allies, and I'll do that by purging the entire ruling class. ”

Zuo Si was not polite at all, and directly gave an ultimatum to these planetary governors who were covered in red and black, black and purple.

Although there are some civilized planets with a high level of civilization and relative equality in the Human Empire, it is absolutely impossible to appear in a remote area such as the Bottas Star Sector, which is located on the border of the Empire.

To be precise, more than half of the planetary governors present here practiced serfdom and slavery, while the remaining half adopted semi-slavery and feudalism.

Pick out any one, at least directly related to the tragic deaths of millions or even tens of millions of innocent people.

If the sentence is based on the degree of crime, it is estimated that a thousand cuts are too light, and it is completely a complete scum and tyranny.

It is estimated that Bane, the tyrannical god of the continent of Faeron, is here and will immediately promote them as his own constituents.

Compared to these planetary governors, the little crime committed by the Tyrants of the Moon Sea is not even worthy of carrying their shoes.

Just a little reading of memories and thoughts made Zuo Si, the evil and orderly devil, feel a little uncomfortable.

It was only at this moment that he realized why the power of the evil gods in this universe was so powerful.

It's not that Nurgle, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Sadism are so powerful, but they really can't stand the outrageous darkness and twist in the hearts of these mortal races.

Take the planetary governors sitting in the front row, for example, each of whom has at least a four-figure harem.

There are also perverts who even have cannibalism, and like to kill those girls who have just been violated by themselves, and then make all kinds of dishes into their big scenes to satisfy their sick desires.

As for what slaves fight and instigate nests, the lower gangs fight each other for fun, which is even more commonplace.

During the Tyranid invasion, a governor ordered the entire population of 10 million to be thrown out as rations for the Zerg in order to buy time to escape.

In front of these people, Zuo Si felt that he was so kind that he was almost like a holy angel.

"What? You want to take back our governorship? This is absolutely not a no-go! It's the reward our family has earned for centuries of hard work, and even the Council of Terra and the Lord Regent can't take it away. ”

A planetary governor who appeared to have undergone many mechanical modifications slammed to his feet, shouting in anger against it.

With this leader, the rest of the planetary governors also began to make a fuss, one after another either from the perspective of the imperial law, or issued threats to lead the humans under their rule to resist desperately.

Looking at these greedy idiots, Moscart couldn't help but hold his forehead.

He couldn't believe where these guys had the courage to provoke an unknown being who could make a deal with the Empire.

I saw Zuo Si unhurriedly swept over the planetary governors who stood up to oppose it, and asked in a rather playful tone: "Is there anyone else who refuses my offer?" If you have one, please stand up. It doesn't matter, I'm a very democratic and liberal ruler, and I'm more than willing to listen to different voices. ”

This sentence instantly caused many eager planetary governors to rise up and join the ranks of opposition.

For a moment, there were less than fifteen smart people left in the conference room, still sitting motionless in their chairs.

Moscater is one of them.

He had a hunch that a terrible scene would soon unfold here.

The truth was just as the planetary governor had predicted.

After being silent for half a minute, Zuo Si suddenly raised his right hand without warning, and suddenly made a grasping movement in front of everyone.

Next Second......

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The heads of dozens of planetary governors exploded in an instant, and blood and brains splattered everywhere, scaring those who sat there and didn't get up to the point that they almost needed to change their pants.

Moscart almost didn't vomit out what he had eaten from the last meal in his stomach.

It's horrible!

Although he realized that these guys who didn't know how to live or die would definitely be purged, he couldn't believe that the other party would be so neat.

Zuo Si, on the other hand, joked in a half-joking tone as if he had done a trivial matter: "You may not understand what I really want to express. I'm trying to say that anyone can make a different sound, but whether I listen or not is another matter. ”

The voice has not fallen!

He raised his hand again and snapped his fingers lightly.

Moment!

The praetor created from the corpse of the Great Demon of Torture, the Skullsnatcher, immediately teleported from elsewhere and knelt down on one knee to ask, "Father of the great New Phyrexia, your servants are at your disposal. ”

Zuo Si commanded bluntly: "I now authorize you to launch a cleansing of the planets ruled by the dead planet governors just now, kill all those who have blood ties and interests with them, and then liberate all serfs, slaves and civilians on your planet." Remember, let the ordinary people understand that we are not their enemies, but the deliverers who give them a new life. ”

"As you wish!"

The Skullsnatcher nodded slightly, then used his teleportation ability to disappear in place.

Soon, through the windows of the conference room, the unkilled Planetary Governors saw the fleet docked in orbit start its engines and begin to make subspace jumps.

You don't need to ask to know that the entire Bottas Star Region is about to completely change the sky.

At this moment, Moscart was completely scared and sweating.

After all, the Skullsnatcher is a terrible monster that is clearly recorded in some books of the state religion, and is the kind of terrifying monster that can complete the slaughter of life on the entire planet on its own.

can use this subspace demon as a slave, even if it is not a member of the chaos evil gods, it is definitely an existence that he cannot provoke.

He now finally understood why the Empire had uncharacteristically chosen to trade with the Grey Knight instead of sending it out right away.

Just as Moscutt was desperately thinking about how to get out of this crisis, he suddenly heard a voice in his ears that made him feel creepy for an instant.

"So what should I do with you now?"

Not only him, but the other survivors present were also nervous, and the young people who did not accept the mechanical transformation kept wiping their sweat.

After about ten seconds, a planetary governor finally couldn't hold on anymore and took the initiative to get up and said, "Your Excellency, I choose to return to the empire with all my possessions. ”

"Yes, I agree, you can go back now and start preparing, you must disappear from my territory in half a month."

Zuo Si didn't say a word and gave an affirmative answer.

Although in his heart, he prefers to pinch these guys to death one by one, send their souls to Bato's hell to squeeze out their energy, and then transform into high-level devils.

But considering the agreement reached with the Human Empire, it is really not easy to do anything if these planetary governors are obedient.

"Thank you very much! I'll go back and pack my things right away. ”

The promised planetary governor was visibly relieved, and immediately escaped from the conference room and hurriedly left the planet with his retinue.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, six or seven planetary governors chose the same ending on his back foot.

Although the abandonment of the power of the earth emperor made this group of people feel very unwilling, what can they do if they don't bow their heads with the knife on their necks?

At least with this money, you can live a good life when you return to the Empire, and if you are lucky enough to move a little, you may have the opportunity to serve as the Governor of the planets again in the future.

After everyone else was almost gone, Moscart mustered up the courage to ask in a tone of uncertainty that was not very clear: "Your Excellency Soth, what do you plan to turn into the Bottas Star Zone?" ”

"See what the city is looking like outside? That's the answer. ”

Zuo Si stood in front of the window of the minaret of the conference room and stared out the window, an unfathomable smile on his face.

"What do you mean...... To build a country where no work is required and everyone can do whatever they want? ”

Moscart was dumbfounded, feeling like he had been struck in the brain by a sledgehammer.

He completely did not understand that if human resources were not needed, what was the purpose of feeding such a large population?

In addition to consuming a lot of energy and resources in vain, it will not produce even a little bit of value.

This is completely inexplicable from a logical and sociological point of view.

Zuo Si obviously read the Planetary Governor's thoughts, and asked with a smile, "You must think what I'm doing is a bit inexplicable, right?" ”

"No, don't dare."

Moscart hurriedly bowed his head to express humility and obedience.

Unlike other planetary governors who only wanted to donate money and run away, he really wanted to make a difference, and he felt in his heart that this was a great opportunity.

"There's nothing you dare, and I think a lot of people think the same way.

But you have clearly overlooked one point, and that is the value of spirit, faith and soul.

I provide material satisfaction to all people while allowing them to enjoy themselves while they are alive.

And these people provide me with faith while I am alive, and my soul will go to me after death.

In a way, it's a kind of exchange between you and me. ”

Zuo Si didn't hide anything, and Dafang Fang said the most fundamental operating logic of this utopian society established by himself.

Because there is no need to hide it at all.

All prisoners sent by the Imperial fleet are informed and sign a contract to sell their souls to hell before entering the city.

"Faith and soul? Are you a god? ”

Moscut's heart instantly began to beat wildly.

Zuo Si replied casually: "What you think is yes, what you think is not is not, it doesn't really matter." What matters is your choice and what you want from me and what you are willing to give. ”

A wry smile appeared on Moscart's face, "Before answering this question, can I know what kind of deal you have made with the Empire?" ”

"No problem.

The deal I made with the Empire was actually quite simple.

I offer all kinds of knowledge and things that they can't produce for the time being, but that they desperately need.

In return, the Empire will provide me with the equivalent souls, the same prisoners you see now.

The Bottas Star Zone is also part of this deal.

You can understand that my current relationship with the Empire is in a more delicate state of allyship.

As long as the empire can't solve other threats for a day, it won't take the initiative to turn against me.

Of course, I am also secretly trying to pry the corners of the empire, intending to completely overthrow this already decaying regime from within.

And the utopia you see now is a great gift from me to the Empire.

I believe that as the governor of the planet, you should know best how many people at the bottom are exploited, oppressed, and full of despair within the borders of the empire.

Think about how they would react if they learned there was a better option. ”

I think that with the utilitarian way of thinking that the Empire has been doing most of the time, it will definitely choose to take all these unstable factors and send them to me in exchange for the weapons and equipment they want.

Over time, the number of humans under my rule will begin to skyrocket.

When the number of human beings under my rule is equal to or even surpasses that of the Empire, is there a question mark over who can represent the human race and civilization?

In many cases, the invasion of ideas and ideologies is often more effective than the warships that obscure the sky and the Astarte warriors.

When the ideals and values that were originally believed in are shattered, the seemingly powerful human empire will be like a fortress on the beach, which will be gently washed away by the waves and collapsed.

What's more, the essence of subspace is a sea of spirit, emotion, and soul.

With enough faith and soul, I can even change or even devour it permanently. ”

With Zuo Si's whisper full of evil and ambition, Moscut's whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, not only his hands trembling uncontrollably slightly, but also his legs.

He never dreamed that he had just asked a very ordinary question, why did the other party say so much at once.

If he could, he would have preferred that he hadn't heard anything.

After all, is this content something that a mere mortal can hear?

The most terrifying thing is that Moscart doesn't understand whether Zuo Si told him these secrets to solicit or just find someone who is dying to confide in.

If it was the latter, then he would have died too unjustly.

In order not to die in vain, the planetary governor immediately knelt down on one knee and solemnly pleaded: "Your Excellency, may I ask if my family and I have the privilege of serving your great plan?" ”

Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Of course, I just need someone who understands the imperial bureaucracy to formulate some targeted corruption plans.

For example, the heads of those star districts and planetary governors are greedy for money, those who are more horny, or have some unknown perverted hobbies.

Through these weaknesses, I secretly drew them to my side little by little.

If you do well enough, I can even reward you for becoming an immortal devil and gaining power beyond the Astarte Space Marines and even the Primordial.

How, isn't this condition tempting? ”

"And what do you need me to do?"

Moscart asked, looking up with a twinkle in his eyes.

Obviously, both strength and eternal life were the things he longed for the most.

"I need you to take your possessions back to the Empire, like the planetary governors who choose to bring their possessions back to the Empire, to take a great deal of wealth to other remote regions, and then build relationships with the local magnates to corrupt and assimilate them little by little. Here's a devil's egg. Once you've passed the Empire's check, you'll be able to take it and become a real devil. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si took out a crimson object the size of a quail's egg and handed it to the Planetary Governor.

The latter subconsciously took it and pinched it hard, and the egg, which had no gaps, suddenly tore from the middle, revealing a blood-red eye.

"Ah!!!!!!h

Moscart was obviously taken aback and threw the devil's egg out.

But in an instant, he found that the thing he threw out seemed to have some kind of terrible magic, and once again appeared in the palm of his hand out of thin air.

Such a bizarre situation is simply creepy.

Before Moscart could react to what was happening, Zuo Si smiled and explained, "Relax, don't be afraid, because it is permanently bound to your soul.

Remember those dead planetary governors?

The devil's eggs you see now are refined from their evil souls, representing the ultimate cruelty and evil.

This power can help you push the limits of humanity and even gain great power from subspace.

And all you have to do is embrace your essence. ”

Boom!

Moscart swallowed nervously, lowering his head to meet the Devil's Egg's terrifying eyes.

It only took two or three seconds for him to see in his eyes his past from childhood to adulthood.

Including pushing his brother down thousands of meters high in order to fight for inheritance rights when he was a child, strangling and throwing his body alive after raping a maid when he was a teenager, and adding a bloody poison to his father's food in order to ascend to the throne of the planetary governor as soon as possible......

There is no doubt that Moscart is an out-and-out evildoer.

Although he often pretends to be a benevolent and wise ruler, evil in his bones is his true essence, and he is also a natural devil.