How to drive a normal person crazy, or even let him fall into hysterical madness?

The answer is to constantly create a sense of crisis and pressure, forcing them to break through the moral bottom line in their hearts in one difficult choice after another, until the string called reason is completely broken.

Similarly, a similar approach can be used to drive a normal civilization insane.

For example, the human race, which once adhered to the truth of the empire and rejected all religions and idolatry, was forced into a state of almost hysterical madness by the subspace chaos gods.

In the end, in the 10,000 years of losing the emperor and the original body, he slowly degenerated into the current ghost.

To be precise, in order to deal with all kinds of powerful enemies, in order to ensure the survival of the entire race, the upper ruling class even completely abandoned humanity, like a group of devils in human skin, through brutal high-handed policies to strangle all opposition voices in the cradle.

To this end, he did not hesitate to launch a brutal purge, slaughtering millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of civilians who were considered heretics or despaired.

Many extremist ideas, including the state religion, were born in this era of constant pressure from the outside world, and gradually developed into a state of complete demonism.

In order to maintain their so-called "loyalty", some of the brainless Inquisition's affiliates will even hack the Astarte fighters they deem problematic.

The most important thing is that compared with the thirtieth millennium of prosperity, the overall standard of living of ordinary people in the fortieth millennium has simply regressed several times.

With the experience of mankind, Zuo Si obviously intends to repeat the same thing on the Titanium people.

He wants to use the forces of subspace chaos, space necromancy, green-skinned orcs, Tyranids, and the Scourge to force the entire titanium civilization into the same madness as the current human empire.

Only in this way can the most perfect and powerful subspace projection be created at the time of sacrifice.

After all, compared to the depravity of human beings, who tend to be orderly and evil, the power generated by the distorted depravity of Titanium, a race with obvious tendencies of order and goodness, will be extraordinarily powerful.

And Gianna, the Lich King, is just a prelude and an appetizer.

Zuo Si was looking forward to whether the top brass of the Titanium would eventually choose to become undead or embrace the oil and become a member of New Phyrexia.

And what the so-called "supreme good way" will be distorted into after breaking the bottom line again and again.

You know, for a great devil, there is nothing more pleasing to him than to orchestrate a hypocritical goodness descent into darkness.

And the act itself will bring it closer to the root and essence of evil.

Most importantly, he will create a subspace god with his own hands, so that Sadomasochism, Nurgle, Nuganchi, and Slaanesh will know that they have the ability to flip the table, and can start a war in the subspace that the other party simply cannot bear.

Of course, this is a plan that will take a long time to complete.

After all, the timeline of the Warhammer universe is a jump of decades and hundreds of years, and each battle can range from a few months to tens or hundreds of years.

Robert Killiman's unyielding expedition, for example, lasted one hundred and twelve years, during which time he liberated hundreds of galaxies and regained vast swaths of the Empire's lost territory, barely slept or even felt exhausted several times.

For these wars that are so boring that they can make people doze off, Zuo Si is obviously not interested.

Because they don't matter at all.

Even if it could involve the lives and deaths of tens of billions of people.

After all, the Great Rift created by the Thirteenth Expedition of the Dark Warlord Abaddon caused the scope of the Human Empire's rule to be split in half from the middle.

The half that can be illuminated by the Torch is called the Imperial Frontier, while the other half is called the Dark Side of the Empire.

In other words, in each sector located on the dark side, you can only rely on your own strength to fend off a variety of enemies, and you can't get reinforcements from Terra at all.

The reason is very simple!

Humans' faster-than-light travel is actually guided by the torch of the stars, navigating through a chaotic subspace.

Without the guidance of the Torch, no matter how powerful the Navigator is, he will not be able to determine the ship's location, and will be completely lost in subspace.

So what is the situation on the dark side of the empire now, how many planets are still in the hands of humans, and how many people have betrayed the empire and the emperor, it is completely blind.

Of course, this also gives Zuo Si a huge room to operate.

After all, just because the torch can't illuminate doesn't mean he can't guide the way.

At this moment, the former governor of the planet, Moscut, was safely passed through the dangerous subspace rift under the protection of a powerful magical artifact, and successfully arrived at a star sector located on the dark side of the empire.

Apparently, he has successfully passed the Empire's "loyalty" test, and is now a legitimate Rogue Trader.

It's just that this guy is not engaged in armed trade and colonization in the border areas of the empire, but comes to the dark side alone with the help of Zuo Si, intending to carry out the evil plan that he has been brewing here for a long time.

After all, the longer a place breaks away from Terra's rule, the more likely it is to develop a tendency toward independence.

Especially when they are invaded by foreign enemies and are isolated, it is not worth making a fuss even if they surrender to some alien races or even chaotic forces.

It can't be helped, who has allowed the empire to reach far beyond its ability to rule.

"Father, the fleet has now arrived in the Volker sector, and the closest thing to us is Irons VI. However, based on the information from the probe, the situation there seems to be a little bit unpleasant. Not only is a typical orc ship docked in orbit, but fierce fighting has broken out on the ground."

A man who looked to be in his mid-thirties, wearing the latest model of a power mech, reported at great speed.

He was none other than Moscut's eldest son, Crowe, who had received the strictest military and political education since he was a child, and even personally commanded the troops during the Tyranid invasion and achieved quite good results.

If nothing else, if one day Moscart dies, then all of this will be inherited by this proud son of heaven.

Unfortunately, Crow apparently did not know that his father had planned to transform into a demon and live forever, and would sacrifice all his relatives, including his children, during the transformation ceremony.

Because the more sacrifices you make, the higher the level of the devil you will eventually transform into, and the more powerful you will become.

As a dark, evil, and extremely selfish person at heart, how could Moscart possibly refuse such a great temptation!

He secretly wanted to take advantage of this time to have a few more heirs, and then pull the whole family to die together.

Thinking of this, Moscart subconsciously touched the devil's egg hanging around his neck, which had grown larger, and asked with a smile, "So we came just right?"

"That's right.

If he can help the Governor of Planet Irons Six repel these pesky greenskins, then he will owe us a great favor.

That's where you can start to gain a huge impact across the Volker Zone.

After all, we're the only fleet that can cross the subspace rift to reach the dark side.

Even under the guise of Terra, it will never arouse suspicion.

Not to mention the weapons, equipment and medicines we are carrying, which they urgently need."

As he said this, a smug expression appeared on Crow's face.

Although he didn't know exactly what kind of deal his father had reached with Zuo Si, he could smell money and power from it.

If you can take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you may be able to become the ruler of one or even several star regions.

After all, in his opinion, everything in the family's future will be his own sooner or later.

"You're sure you can figure it out

Kill all the orcs? You know, once there are more of these guys, it's not easy to deal with." Moscart reminded meaningfully.

But Crowe confidently assured, "Don't worry, Father. With the number of power mechs and soldiers we are equipped with today, there are several Titan mechs known as God's Machines, which are even superior to most Astarte warbands in terms of firepower. Add to that the fact that this fleet can quickly repair itself, no matter how badly damaged, and I really can't think of a reason for defeat."

"In that case, let's do it. Remember to play nicely, because we're going to play the role of the savior of the dark side of the Empire."

With that, Moscart gave his eldest son a war mandate.

"I won't let you down. For the glory of the family!"

Crowe slapped the terracotta steel armor on the power armor's chest hard, then turned into the role of commander and began to issue orders.

In a few moments, the fleet, which looked slightly different from the style of the Human Empire, quickly began to form a battle formation, rapidly approaching the distant planet at a speed close to light.

In about half an hour, they began to approach the planet's orbit and began to attack the orc ship that was bombing the ground from a high position.

Of course, this thing wasn't so much a spaceship as some kind of giant stitching monster made out of a mess of rags, metal, and hell materials.

At the very front, a giant meteorite with a diameter of several kilometers and composed mainly of iron and nickel was tied to carry out the impact.

Don't underestimate this thing!

Although it is completely incomparable to the collision angle of the Imperial Navy in terms of structure and materials, once it is blessed with the orc's "power of thought", it will immediately become the most dangerous impact weapon in the entire galaxy.

No battleship can retreat in front of this thing, and it is light to smash a big hole directly.

Anything that is even a little worse may be directly broken in two.

And the appearance is really a bit spicy to the eyes.

Not to mention a spaceship, which is supposed to be a sophisticated, complex, and extremely high-tech product, even a mountain of garbage is too messy.

But it was such a thing, and it was stunned to resist the dense ground anti-aircraft fire network, constantly tilting out a large number of bombs and energy attacks, and overwhelming the human army on the ground.

What's worse is that there are also a large number of green-skinned orcs who have already landed, charging like a tide, shouting the slogan "aaaaagh", not caring at all about their companions being beaten into meat sauce or burned to charred corpses one by one.

Without a doubt, this is the most terrifying thing about the green-skinned orcs of this universe.

Once they are high, they will be crushed in a very short period of time unless they have overwhelming strength.

That's what is happening on Irons VI right now.

Judging by the dense trenches and lost positions, the human side had been defeated at least three times by the fierce charge of the orcs.

With no reinforcements, let alone an Astarte Regiment stationed in the area, the soldiers were left to fight with outdated laser guns and "primitive" weapons that fired physical ammunition.

Often, several shots hit the target, but the opponent continued to run forward vigorously, and returned fire with a mess of firearms in his hand.

You must know that the level of technology of any orc who has the ability to go into space is usually not too bad.

The orcs who are attacking are not only armed with hand-held explosive devices similar to stabbing mines, but also a large number of weapons of war such as shoulder-mounted bazookas, vehicle vehicles, and large power mechas, as well as the Beast Tyrant Witchcraft Kid who wears the "Eye of Mao" to unleash psionic spells.

In the face of such a force, even an Astarte warband would have to work hard to suppress and destroy it, let alone a group of mortal armies with outdated equipment.

If it weren't for the fact that many heavy fortress guns were equipped at the height of the nest capital, and they would have thrown nuclear warheads in case of emergency, it would have been impossible to hold on

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It has to be said that the threshold for mastering nuclear fusion in the human empire is really low and excessive, and almost every colonized planet is using controlled nuclear fusion to generate electricity.

Controlled nuclear fusion is so popular, and uncontrollable nuclear fusion bombs are naturally not difficult to build.

Even the famous extermination order was achieved in large part by dropping massive nuclear warheads on the target planet.

After all, compared to the erosion of subspace, a little nuclear radiation is nothing.

What's more, thermonuclear weapons are typically both efficient and clean, leaving little radiation behind, unless they are deliberately designed to be a dirty bomb when they are manufactured.

Since the beginning of the fortieth millennium, humanity has used weapons more recklessly than ever before, like a madman who has fallen into complete madness.

Even when quelling rebellions and slave uprisings, they would not hesitate to plant mushrooms one by one, and if necessary, they would blow up entire nests and make billions or tens of billions of people evaporate in an instant.

It is precisely with a large number of nuclear weapons that human beings can always ensure their supremacy in the galaxy where all kinds of demons and monsters are rampant.

However, the only regret is that although nuclear weapons are good, the lethality of enemies with a strong field shield will be greatly reduced.

I saw a nuclear weapon fired from the "Death Direct Missile Launch Platform" directly cut a graceful parabola in the sky, and then smashed straight above the heads of a group of orcs, and exploded to form a sky-high fireball and mushroom cloud.

However, except for the orcs within five kilometers of the center of the explosion, the rest were only burned by the heat wave and radiation, and some scorched black marks appeared.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the "aaaaagh" force field formed by the orcs getting excited.

It's just as unexplained by science as my power of thought, and it can greatly weaken the damage dealt by various weapons, while distorting the physical rules that reveal the universe.

"Damn! How many nuclear bombs do we have?"

The somewhat obese Planetary Governor looked terrified and flustered.

Because he's been fighting these orcs out of nowhere for almost two years.

Due to the lack of any support, the weapons, ammunition and human resources on his side are getting bigger and smaller, but the number of orcs who have taken root and continues to multiply and expand is increasing.

If this continues, it is only a matter of time before the entire planet falls.

Maybe it's a few years, maybe it's more than ten years, but it will be inevitable in the end anyway.

"Your Excellency the Governor, we have less than 8,000 nuclear warheads. And energy is being depleted by the loss of mining sites. If there is no one to help us, we are dead."

A pro-credit gave the answer in a tone of near-despair.

You must know that due to the severe lack of food in the city, the corpses of dead humans and orcs have begun to be thrown into machines and crushed and broken down into nutrients such as protein powder as rations for the big soldiers.

Of course, this is nothing new in the human empire.

Especially the wartime supplies for mortal soldiers, you have no idea which planet it is levied from, and what the raw materials are.

Anyway, as long as you make sure you can't eat the dead and provide enough energy, it's fine.

Space marines like Astarte generally eat special foods like nutritious porridge and mush.

"What did the Star Whisperer say? Can't get in touch with Terra or the Sector Capital?"

The Planetary Governor asked through gritted teeth, staring at the battlefield outside under fire.

The cronie smiled bitterly and shook his head, "The subspace rift that suddenly appeared in the galaxy blocked everything. Whether it's communication or faster-than-light travel. The only thing we know at the moment is that the entire sector is now in chaos, and all the planetary governors are too busy to send reinforcements."

"Alas—in that case, then I can only offer my last loyalty to the Supreme God Emperor. Go and order the Guards to prepare for the start of the Glory

The plan is to drag these orcs to hell even if they want to die."

An extremely hideous expression appeared on the face of the Planetary Governor.

On a planet like this, without the presence of the Astarte Warband, he and his family had already prepared for the worst-case scenario.

Compared to being corrupted by the subspace chaos evil god, becoming the ration of the Tyranid Zerg, being caught alive by the orcs, and directly detonating the energy source of the entire nest to create a nuclear fusion explosion, it is not a relief.

"Needless to say, I've got people ready. In fact, the state church is much more active than you. Now the only thing we can do is pray for a miracle ......."

Before he could finish speaking, his cronies' pupils began to dilate suddenly, staring at the sky above him in amazement.

Because he had seen more than thirty warships suddenly appear in the orbit of the planet, followed by more than fifty armed transport ships, among which the laser and plasma weapons had begun to be charged, and the macro cannons on the side were aimed at the orc warships that were immediately wreaking havoc.

Next Second......

Lasers, torpedoes, and cannonballs rained down from the sky, attacking the orcs on the ground like divine punishment.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The dazzling flames and explosions almost covered the entire battlefield, and the laser directly penetrated the three orc warships, two of which instantly turned into huge fireballs and fell from a height of tens of thousands of meters.

The other escaped with the help of the "aaaaaagh" force field, and immediately turned around and charged at Moscat's fleet.

Despite the sinking of two ships, the orcs were undaunted, shouting excitedly, waving their weapons and preparing to ram and jump.

You must know that orcs are one of the few real-life cosmic creatures who can happily fight demons in subspace.

So a small scene like this is nothing to them at all.

Sensei said that it was a mere ten times or even dozens of times the number of differences, even if it was a zero, it would still rush over without hesitation.

Because the thrill of fighting and killing is to orcs what sex and chemical narcotics are to humans, they are seriously addictive and simply cannot refuse and quit, and at the same time, they are the only reason to live.

But Crow, who was standing in the flagship command room, did not panic at all, and ordered without looking back: "The main cannon is activated!" One percent charged! Smash these filthy savage greenskin scraps for me! Be careful, don't even the planet be shattered."

"Hey, hey! Rest assured! Brief Commands! One percent charge from the main gun!"

"Charged!"

"Countdown to launch! Three, two, one!"

As the command was delivered, the Star Destroyer cannon located on the battleship suddenly began to flash with a dazzling bright light.

Before the orc warship could rush up, a dazzling pillar of light directly overwhelmed it.

Although the invisible force field initially blocked the release of terrifying energy, it completely collapsed after less than a fraction of a second, and the entire battleship was also evaporated in an instant, unable to stop even a bit of dregs.

After all, the "aaaaagh" force field is essentially a subspace energy shield, and the Star Destroyer cannon produced by Zuo Si also draws energy from subspace.

Since both sides have the same type of energy, it is natural that whoever is more powerful wins.

Obviously, the number of orcs on this planet alone is not enough to sustain a shield capable of withstanding the power of one percent of the charge of the Star Destroyer.

No matter how you say it, there is a limit to the "power of my search".

In addition, after destroying the orc battleship, the energy impact released by the main cannon also spread to the ground, directly erasing the hundreds of thousands of green-skinned orc armies from the surface of the planet.

It felt like someone had rubbed a drawing with a scratcher, leaving a death mark in place that was more than a kilometer deep, completely separating orcs from humans.

Almost at the same time, the railgun array was also roaring wildly, directly at the charging orcs

One pass saturated coverage blows.

When these green-skinned monsters finally could no longer maintain their high morale and began to retreat, Crow began to order the troops to carry out airborne operations without hurry.

In the blink of an eye, the dense landing craft began to carry soldiers wearing power mechs and more than twenty huge magical mechs to set off.

Rather than landing on the side close to the Hive, the landing force built an impregnable network of fire on the orc's retreat.

In particular, the magic mecha with the shield system and the automatic repair function of the oil is completely invincible on the battlefield.

Whether it is the energy weapon with incredible lethality, or the trampling damage caused by movement, it gives the orcs the illusion of invincibility, and their morale begins to crumble even further.

The human side, on the other hand, began to cheer excitedly as if they had seen the savior coming.

Because in their opinion, the appearance of this Titan mech means that basically either some Astarte wargroup has arrived, or Terra has finally found a way to send reinforcements to the dark side of the Empire.

Whichever outcome is, it means that you are finally saved.

The Planetary Governor sat down in his chair in prostration, constantly kissing the portrait of the emperor hanging around his neck, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Reinforcements! It's reinforcements! We've finally got reinforcements! Thank you to the all-pervading Great God Emperor! Your divine light will surely illuminate the galaxy!"

"Yes! We're saved!"

The cronies were also obviously relieved, and their faces showed the joy of the rest of their lives.

As for the big-headed soldiers on the front line who were almost sent away, they knelt on the ground to welcome the arrival of the "angels".

You must know that the power mecha equipped in the Moscat fleet is the same as the Astarte Warband, and there is basically no difference except for the painting and the internal control room, so it is normal to be mistaken.

"Arrange for a grand welcome ceremony immediately, and make sure that these reinforcements feel our loyalty to the Empire and the God Emperor."

The Planetary Governor gave a new mission in an unquestioning tone.

The cronies obviously sensed something, and hurriedly and cautiously probed, "What do you mean......?"

"Well, yes, I hope these reinforcements will be stationed with us for a while longer.

It is better to have a little bit of supplies and industrial goods such as troops or weapons and equipment left.

You have to understand that once there are orcs on a certain planet, it is very difficult to completely wipe them out.

Probably for a long time to come, we will all have to be mentally prepared for a long war with the orcs."

The Planetary Governor made no secret of what was going on in his heart.

"Understood, I'll arrange it."

Without saying a word, the cronie bent down and bowed deeply, followed by a brisk walk out of the room and disappeared into the hallway.

As we all know, in the Warhammer universe, whoever can firmly grasp the right to dominate the air (outer space) can unscrupulously launch orbital bombardment to suppress the ground forces, or even completely slaughter them.

Therefore, from the moment the orc's warship was destroyed, the rest of the orcs had been reduced to lambs to the slaughter, and they had no power to resist at all.

After all, the "power of my search" is not an imagination, but the orcs themselves must really believe it.

It was obviously impossible for them to believe that these human warships would fall from the sky on their own, let alone that the shelling that had killed countless people of their kind was ineffective.

Quite the opposite!

The orcs in the rout increasingly felt that those magical mechs were indestructible, and the weapons in their hands could not cause any damage to them.

Therefore, an additional layer of subspace protective force field gradually appeared on the magic mecha, blocking 100% of the energy beams and physical bullets fired by orc weapons.

There are even some mechs that can lift their feet and create a violent earthquake around them under the effect of "My Searching Power", directly shaking all the enemies within a radius of 100 meters and making them unable to stand on their feet.

In less than an hour, the vast number of green-skinned orcs had already been slaughtered, and the rest had fled back to the wilderness or mine pits far away from the human settlements.

Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Moscart took a landing craft to the top of the nest capital.

The Planetary Governor, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward and gave him a warm hug, and then shouted in an extremely excited tone, "Welcome! Welcome to your arrival! On behalf of all the humans of Irons VI, I would like to thank you for saving us from those terrible orcs."

"You are so gracious, Your Excellency the Governor.

It seems to me that warriors like you, who have remained at their posts even after losing contact with Holy Terra, deserve to be rescued.

Previously, it was only due to the relationship between the subspace rift that the Star Torch was temporarily unable to illuminate this area located on the dark side of the empire.

What's more, we are all working for the empire and the great god emperor, only the division of labor is different, there is no distinction between high and low.

It is with thousands of loyal satraps like you that the empire has been able to survive to this day surrounded by powerful enemies."

Moscart deliberately pretended to be full of affection and patted the planetary governor on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

I have to say that his style instantly moved those civilians and big-headed soldiers who had little culture and knowledge to tears, as if the previous tragic wars and sacrifices had meaning.

But the planetary governor apparently understands that this is all about bureaucracy and routine, used to deceive and fool ordinary people into continuing to sacrifice their worthless lives for the Empire.

He undoubtedly cared more about the identity of the other party than these empty words, so he quietly stuffed a note into Moscart's hand in a very covert way, and at the same time put on a grateful look, wiping tears while complaining: "To hear your words, it is worth it for me to be loyal to the Empire.

You know, since the Great Rift, I've lived every day in fear that I won't be able to fulfill the responsibilities entrusted to me by the Empire.

Especially after the arrival of the orcs, we have paid great sacrifices and countless casualties to barely resist for a while.

And you and your fleet saved the planet like a savior.

If you don't mind, can you tell me your name and position?"

Moscart glanced down at the note in his hand, and found that there were lines of small letters written on it, which turned out to be a gift list used to bribe.

Don't think it's weird.

In fact, bribery and bribery were quite common in the Empire.

Generally speaking, as long as no mistakes in principle are made, the judicial system and the trial courts do not care about this.

For planetary governors, as long as they are not heretics and can pay taxes on time, it is enough.

After figuring out what the planetary governor in front of him was, Moscart replied with a smile, "You can call me Raymore, I am the vanguard that Terra has sent to the dark side of the empire to inquire about the situation, and I have the highest authority from the council and the regent."

"Imperial Regent?"

The Planetary Governor was slightly stunned.

Because Robert Killiman had not yet woken up from his slumber when the Great Rift was born, he was completely ignorant of this matter.

Moscart nodded solemnly, "Yes, Imperial Regent.

His Royal Highness Robert Killman, the heir of the Great God Emperor and the genetic protogenone of the Ultramarines Legion, has recently awakened from a 10,000-year-long slumber.

He has taken the place of the old waste and is leading a crusade to reclaim the lost sectors.

It was with his impetus that my fleet was able to cross the subspace to the dark side."

"What...... What? The genoplasm is back! Will the heirs of the Great God Emperor once again *** come out of the darkness?"

The Planetary Governor was shocked to hear the news.

After all, for the people of the empire today, the original body and the emperor of 10,000 years ago only existed

Gods and demigods in mythological stories.

Before he could recover from this bombshell news, the Anglican priest on the side hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Moscart, and asked with a fanatical face, "Has His Highness Robert Killiman really woken up?" Did he bring the will of the Great God Emperor?"

"Of course he brought the will of the Great God Emperor, or he himself is the God Emperor's representative in this universe.

No mortal can go against the will of the protogen, and the ones in Terra that have been cleaned up are the best proof of that.

Rejoice now!

The dark times are finally coming to an end!

Let's work together to make the empire great again!

Let humanity once again be the undisputed overlord of the entire galaxy!"

Moscart raised his hands in the air and gave a provocative shout to everyone present.

At his instigation, people who had just gone from despair to rebirth fell into complete excitement and madness.

Coupled with the relationship of long-term religious brainwashing, an indescribable frenzy quickly swept the entire nest capital and even the planet.

Because the more people who have tasted darkness, the more they crave light and hope.

And the awakening of the original Robert Killiman is precisely the most exciting news.

No one noticed that Moscart, who was the initiator, was so full of sarcasm at the moment, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised to reveal an evil smile, the devil's egg hanging from his neck was constantly expanding, and the big blood-red eyes hidden under his clothes were writhing back and forth like a shark smelling blood.

"Thank you, Sir, for bringing such important news. If you don't mind, allow me to express my gratitude by inviting you and your men to a banquet dedicated to the celebration of victory."

With that, the Planetary Governor turned sideways and gestured to the lavishly decorated hall behind him, filled with wine, food, and beauty.

The long-standing band began to play beautiful music, and the celebrities of the planet, who wielded power and wealth, lined up in fancy costumes and bowed at the entrance.

I have to say that in terms of pomp and circumstance, this is already quite luxurious.

Although the people at the bottom are still unclothed, hungry, and even limited in the amount of nutritional powder and paste made from corpses, the luxurious life of the upper class has not been affected in the slightest.

That kind of evil that comes from the depths of the soul makes Moscut, who is already a devil in his heart, rush to the excitement.

Convinced that he could easily pull them all into the water, he nodded with a smile, "Since you have been graciously invited, then I will be disrespectful."

"You're welcome. After all, you are a lifesaver for me and all the humans on this planet. And I noticed that you have a lot of transports in your fleet, does that mean you have a lot of industrial equipment and supplies in there?"

The Planetary Governor glanced at the massive transports floating overhead.

"I did bring a lot of good things, but how much I can keep depends on your sincerity." Moscart hinted meaningfully.

The Planetary Governor immediately smiled and replied, "Rest assured, the price I have offered will definitely satisfy you. You must know that there are very rich mineral reserves on this planet, even those important strategic resources."

"Then I'm going to have to look forward to it."

As he spoke, the two walked into the banquet hall side by side, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, stepping on a gorgeous carpet.

Looking at his father's back as he watched his father fade away from the flagship through the probe, Crowe couldn't help but smile with relief: "Great! It seems that everything is going as smoothly as planned. Soon, we will be the most powerful family in the dark side, with vast resources, connections, and connections."

"Don't be too happy, my brother. You must know that there is at least one bishop and branch of the Inquisition in this sector. If my father wants to achieve that grand goal, he has to solve these problems first."

A young girl who looked to be twenty-five or sixteen years old

Slowly walked out of the passage.

"You're worrying too much, dear sister.

Don't forget that this is not the Imperial Frontier, but the Dark Side.

Guess how much strength is left of the planets and even the star sectors after losing contact and traveling faster than light?

Moreover, our plan is not to storm but to force the governors into submission by stealthily corrupting control.

Once my father takes over the planet under his feet, he will be able to quickly expand his power to the entire star region with the help of the other party's network."

Crowe looked at the "good sister" who had been secretly competing with him, trying in vain to win his father's favor and seize the highest succession.

Because the two have been trying to kill each other by poisoning each other and creating "accidents" for a long time, they have long begun to regard each other as a thorn in the flesh.

"Humph! Don't be careless, but my father made a deal with an unknown being that we don't know. If it were you, I wouldn't let my guard down at such a time. Because if it fails, the consequences are simply not affordable for the family."

After the woman put down this sentence, she turned away directly, without even the slightest hesitation.