What loyalty and courage that is! The Supreme God Emperor will surely protect their souls!"

A commander of the Astarte Regiment couldn't help but sigh as he watched the Nurgle's army retreat under the charge of the Krieg Death Corps.

Because if the attack of these mortal armies in the past could only be regarded as tragic, then now it can be described as heroic.

Although they still wield the "XIV" heavy laser guns and shotguns, which are notoriously difficult to maintain, and equipped with bayonets in front of them when charging, they can pose a dozen or even dozens of orders of magnitude of threat to the enemy.

As long as they rush to the front, these soldiers who regard death as their ultimate destination will throw away the weapons in their hands, directly activate the desperate virus in their bodies, and turn into burning people who exude terrifying heat and pounce on their opponents.

Due to their near-infinite regenerative ability, they don't have to worry about injuries at all.

But if you can keep the close fight for a short time, you can burn the enemy alive.

Of course, if you encounter an overly powerful demon or Astarte who has thrown herself into the arms of the Chaos Evil God and is counter-killed, then just let the body that emits heat break through the critical point and turn into a self-exploding bomb before dying.

So at this moment, it can be clearly seen that on the front where the Krieg Death Corps came into contact with Nurgle's army, there would be violent fires and explosions every second on average.

And that is the last and most brilliant light of life that each Krieg soldier burst out before he died.

They are the only ones who can maximize the power of the Desperate Virus.

Otherwise, if it had been replaced by an ordinary mortal army, it would have chosen to retreat or completely collapse in the face of huge casualties.

After all, survival is a primitive instinct engraved in the genes of living beings.

Especially when I saw my comrades-in-arms fall and die one after another, the strong visual, auditory and olfactory impact will greatly amplify the negative emotions in my heart.

At such times, it is necessary to rely on iron discipline, will and faith that overrides instinct.

Therefore, no matter in any world, there will always be only a very small number of heroes and martyrs who can truly see death as home.

Once it appears, it is very likely that its deeds will be written into history or become a widely circulated story or poem.

You must know that even for an empire with endless soldiers, the Krieg Death Corps is a unique existence.

Their loyalty to the Human Emperor and their fighting spirit without fear of death and sacrifice are even far above most of the Astarte Space Marines.

Yes, you read that right.

Because even Astarte may be corrupted by the forces of Chaos, or surrender to the enemy (this is you, the Titanium Empire's Astarte auxiliaries, the disgrace of the Space Marines).

But since that internal rebellion, the Krieger Death Corps has never been in a similar situation.

Not only that, but what is even more outrageous is that no matter how heavy the casualties they suffer, they will never rout or choose to retreat strategically, but will meticulously carry out the original orders until the last person is dead. …。。

Such outrageous execution makes the emperor love and hate them.

What I hate is that these guys are completely brainless and don't know how to be flexible, and sometimes they can save their strength and wait for support, but they have to fight themselves out.

What's even more outrageous is that if an officer dares to stop them from being loyal to the God Emperor, they will be killed for the reason of not being loyal enough, and then continue to rush up and fight the enemy to the death.

What I love is that these armies from the Dead Planet are really daring to fight, and will always be the most trustworthy subordinates in war.

The only question is how to make the most of their fearless nature.

For this, many generals and staff officers are torn apart.

But now everyone realizes that the Desperate Virus provided by the Empire's allies is the perfect solution to this problem.

After all, their headache is not the wounds of the Krieg Death Corps

Is death always ridiculously high?

There are even many units whose soldiers survive the war for only a few months to be called "veterans", and more than eighty percent of them die within a year.

But as long as they can inflict higher casualties on the enemy before they die, then that's fine.

War, how can there be immortals?

How could an empire, which is itself a war machine that is reckless, really care about the life or death of ordinary soldiers.

In the eyes of policymakers, a huge population is nothing more than a renewable resource, and even if it dies, it is just a series of cold numbers.

But they must die worthwhile!

Today's Krieg Death Corps has done this perfectly.

Similarly, the Empire's higher-ups, who possess the largest population resources in the entire galaxy, have realized that the Desperate Virus is an out-and-out artifact, much better than any virus bomb, cyclone torpedo, nuclear warhead, macro cannon, and light spear.

The most important thing is that this biological weapon is cheap enough to fully exploit the overwhelming advantage of its own population base.

You can even create a whole new class directly.

They don't need to equip any weapons, they just need to inject the Desperate Virus into their bodies and then rush at the enemy under the cover of long-range fire.

You must know that although the empire is a super power across the galaxy, in fact, weapons and equipment have always been quite stretched.

Especially after entering the 40th millennium, there has been a great regression in both the level of science and technology and the production and manufacturing capacity.

The supply of weapons and ammunition is also very scarce, even the Astarte warbands are often short of supplies, not to mention the situation of the mortal auxiliaries, which can only be described as miserable.

That's why I pay special attention to the desperate virus, a good thing that can make ordinary people instantly become a lethal weapon after injection.

In addition to being provided to the military, it can also be distributed to all sectors as a strategic reserve.

In this way, even if the area is suddenly invaded by foreign enemies, there is no need to worry too much about them becoming food for the Tyranid Zerg, or being infected by subspace forces and becoming accomplices of the Chaos Evil God.

Direct national injection becomes *** and the other party can be killed.

Anyway, in front of the frantic enemies such as the Tyranids, Orcs, and Subspace Demons, civilians had no chance of escaping. …。。

Rather than being slaughtered like livestock with impunity, it is better to die in a more dignified way.

Imagine how huge losses a nest world can bring to the enemy in the resistance of hundreds of billions of people who can instantly turn into superhumans who can unleash high-temperature flames?

Before the other side could complete the occupation, it was already overwhelmed by the fierce fire and explosions.

It only takes a few dozen times for the Tyranids to lose interest in humans completely.

Because these budget-conscious guys never do money-losing business.

As long as they realize that the cost is not proportional to the return, they will not hesitate to choose to give up.

By the same token, even the supposedly endless subspace demons would feel helpless about this situation.

After all, although their numbers are too large to count, it is not easy to enter the material universe on a large scale.

"The Empire must master the means of creating this biological weapon! No matter what it takes!"

A male officer, standing at the forefront of a newly built fortification, said his truest thoughts with a serious face.

The other older woman standing next to him nodded approvingly, "I totally agree.

This weapon is subversive for the overall power of the Empire.

It will unleash the overwhelming size and numerical superiority of the human race, allowing us to transform a huge population into a weapon that will strike fear into fear for our enemies.

Even unarmed civilians can immediately threaten the demons of subspace and those who take refuge in the evil gods of chaos with just one dose

Astarte traitor.

The only question now is how to get that powerful and mysterious ally to transfer the manufacturing technology of this thing to us, and how to make sure that it is not exploited by the enemy."

"This is something that the Regency needs to consider. All we need to do now is win the plague war and banish these damned demons and traitors back to subspace."

When he said this, the male officer's eyes revealed a naked and undisguised murderous aura.

The Krieger Death Corps' charge opened up a relatively safe area for the subsequent landing force, which had already parachuted millions of troops in a short period of time, as well as a large number of fully automated modular building blocks for fortifications.

Not only have high-strength composite armor walls been erected, but also Void Shields and large-caliber fortress cannons have been deployed.

This meant that the Empire could continue to bring troops and logistical supplies to the ground.

As long as the fleet can completely cut off the enemy's support from outer space, the planet's Nurgle army will soon be cleared, just like all the enemies who have been defeated and eliminated in the previous expeditions.

Since the return of the original body and the signing of a contract alliance with Zuo Si in the name of the God Emperor, the original precarious situation of the entire empire can be said to have been quickly reversed.

The latter has not only expanded from one star sector to more than a dozen star sectors in more than a hundred years, but also ushered in explosive growth in the population under its rule, as if it has the posture of the Second Empire.

It is important to know that within the administrative system of the Empire, the extent of a standard sector is usually a radius of hundreds of light-years to thousands of light-years. …。。

The entire solar system is only 3.7 light-years in diameter, and the nearest star system, Alpha Centauri, is only a mere 4.4 light-years away.

This shows how vast a star sector is.

With the star density of the Milky Way, there are thousands or even tens of thousands of galaxies within a few hundred light-years.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Human Empire, the environment of most planets is not suitable for human colonization, but for Zuo Si, who has mastered the planetary environment modification technology and the oil, these are obviously not too big a problem.

The most important thing is its terrifying technological level and manufacturing capacity, which provides more than seventy percent of the logistics supply for the expeditionary fleet.

There are thousands of heavy battleships in the decisive battle category alone, and the Titan mecha called the "God's Machine" can be replenished as much as it is damaged.

In such a situation where the number of soldiers is almost infinite and the number of weapons and equipment is required, any commander who is not mentally retarded can win.

What's more, it was the original body himself who commanded it.

So even though this is the culmination of the subspace's invasion of the physical universe in 10,000 years, and the well-trained and well-equipped Chaos army even threatened Terra's safety for a time, no one doubts that the Empire will win the war.

Just as the human army had successfully established a stronghold and begun to attack Nurgle, far away in outer space orbit, on the Glory of Macullag, Robert Killiman was reading the report provided by the accompanying mechanical priest with a serious face.

After about a few minutes, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "What is the scope of this biological weapon, which is called a desperate virus?"

"It's very large, it can cover almost all animals and even plants."

The mechanical priest gave a straightforward answer.

"So our enemies could theoretically use it as well?"

The corners of Robert Killman's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He could already imagine what it would be like if the Orcs and Tyranids were to get their hands on it.

The Mechanical Priest hurriedly nodded, "Yes.

With access to manufacturing technology, it is entirely possible that our enemies will use it to inflict great damage on the Empire.

And according to our research, the manufacturing technology of such a thing is not complicated.

Especially after mass production, the cost of each piece can be almost as low

Negligible.

It's like a razor-sharp double-edged sword, capable of inflicting devastating damage on our enemies as well as on ourselves."

"Okay, I see."

Robert Killiman waved his hand lightly to signal that the other party could step back.

The mechanical priest bowed his head, then turned and disappeared into the hallway beyond the door.

When he was completely far away, the original body got up from his chair and looked at the fleet outside that was still carrying out crazy orbital bombardment, and sighed softly, "Alas, you really have a problem for me."

"Why, don't you like my gifts?

You must know that the Desperate Virus is the best weapon against the Nurgle plague, and there is no one.

Because the vast majority of bacteria and viruses, even those spawned in subspace, are unlikely to survive in environments above 3,000 degrees Celsius. …。。

Not to mention that it also gives users access to near-infinite self-healing and regenerative powers."

Zuo Si's virtual figure suddenly appeared in the room out of thin air, and there was even a playful and playful smile on his face.

You don't need to ask to know that during the time when the Human Empire launched the Unyielding Expedition, he has finally completed his in-depth study of subspace, and now he can play with this interesting energy.

The current projection of transcosmic consciousness regardless of distance is one of the most representative spells.

Unbeknownst to most of the Empire's top brassips, Regent Robert Killiman would talk to Zuo Si for at least ten minutes a day on average.

This includes, but is not limited to, asking for more support, weapons, ammunition, and supplies, discussing the way of ruling and the unique social ecology of the Bottas Sector, and how the empire degenerated from the glory of the thirtieth millennium to the dark age of the fortieth millennium, and why the truth of the empire was finally replaced by a foolish and stupid religion.

Occasionally, a detailed analysis of what exactly the emperor who sat on the golden throne was now.

If the Inquisition Court and the State Church heard the conversation between the two men, they were afraid that they would not just explode on the spot, it would be too blasphemous and disloyal.

But Robert Killiman didn't care.

Because he had never regarded the Emperor of his own genes as a god, and he enjoyed being able to find a rational and intelligent being standing in a higher dimension to pour out his truest thoughts.

So those guys who deliberately want to sow discord between the two are doing completely useless work.

Robert Killiman even felt that his emperor father was deliberately pushing the empire slowly into the abyss of destruction, and then allowing humanity to completely cut itself from the darkness, decay and depravity of the past and embrace a brighter and better future.

Thinking of this, he said without looking back, "It's not a question of liking it or not, but it's likely to be used by all kinds of enemies."

Zuo Si sneered and asked, "Ha! Have you forgotten that any weapon that appears on the battlefield will inevitably be captured by the enemy and then reverse-researched?

But who would be stupid enough not to put those advanced weapons and equipment into war because of this?

Therefore, technical leakage is never a problem, as long as you add some difficulty to cracking on it.

For example, let the Desperation virus only work on the human genome.

I think it's not too difficult to do that with the Mechakrite's know-how in biology and genetic technology.

What's more, you can also have Belisarius Kaul further develop on top of this, and even use it as a booster to inject all mortal auxiliaries and Astartes.

When the time comes, who in the entire galaxy will be able to stand up to humanity's progress?"

"But what about the Chaos Evil Gods of Subspace? They will definitely find a way to corrupt these legions, and then turn them into tentacles that they reach out to the physical universe."

Robert Killiman voiced his greatest fears.

It can't be helped, it's really the Great Horus Rebellion that left too much shadow on him.

It was in its prime

During the period of the human empire, almost half of the fleet and legions suddenly mutinied overnight, and the originally good situation fell apart. …。。

The Primordial couldn't imagine how serious it would be if Astarte and the Mortal Auxiliaries, who had been injected with the Desperate Virus, staged a similar rebellion under the erosion of the forces of Chaos.

"Don't worry, the Chaos Gods of the subspace will soon be running out of energy to pay attention to what is happening in the physical universe."

The corners of Zuo Si's mouth rose slightly, revealing a creepy smile.

Robert Killiman's face changed slightly, and he turned abruptly and said tentatively in an uncertain tone, "You and my father don't want to ......?"

"Hehehehe, since the Chaos Evil God can invade the physical universe, then why can't we invade the subspace in turn?

It's time to give a little shock to Sadism, Slaanesh, Nurgle, and Nguyen!

You don't think your father and I have done nothing in all these years, do you?

We've done more in private than you can imagine.

You know, I'm not a passive person who likes to be beaten.

Since those evil gods don't want humanity to be at peace, let's just let the entire subspace burn together!"

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si raised his hand and released a psionic magic spell at the original body.

In the twinkling of an eye!

Robert Killriman "saw" trillions of psionic Astarte Space Marines hidden deep underneath the planets, thousands of moons and planets that had long since been hollowed out and transformed into superfortresses, as well as an uncountable number of warships, mechs, and all sorts of New Phyrexian creations born for war.

Similarly, on the other side of the subspace, the father of his own genes and the emperor who had been worshipped as a god by humans for 10,000 years had now gathered a large army of curses.

These people are all Astartes and heroic mortal legions who died in the 10,000-year dark period.

Under the light of a round of cold sun, they were ready to go, and their bodies were covered with terrifying psionic flames.

In just a split second, Robert Killeman realized what that meant.

It turned out that the Emperor and Zuo Si had already begun to plan to declare an all-out war on the Chaos Evil God, extending the war from the physical universe to the subspace, and bringing merciless killing and death to those demons.

They want to take over the power that would have devoured the subspace that originally belonged to the Dreadnaught, Slaanesh, Nurgle, and Nguyen.

If successful, then all the Chaos Evil Gods will be hit by an unprecedented blow, and will be in a state of weakness for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

And humanity in the physical universe will be given a chance to reinvent itself.

The most important thing is that such a big plan and a shocking plan were actually kept in the dark and ignorant of it!

"When did it start?"

As soon as the effect of the spell wore off, Robert Killiman immediately raised his head and stared at the phantom floating in front of him, his eyes revealing an unconcealable horror.

If the huge Cursed Legion that the Emperor had gathered in subspace was still within a reasonable range, then it was really beyond his comprehension that the other party could quietly build an army that could sweep across the entire galaxy while expanding the population and supplying the expeditionary force at the same time. …。。

Because even an empire with a huge territory and countless forged planets could not produce so many war weapons in thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

But Zuo Si easily accomplished a feat that even the emperor himself could not accomplish during the reign of the emperor himself.

You must know that the original body has always believed that it is not easy for the other party to maintain such a large population and enjoy high welfare while providing supplies to the expeditionary fleet.

Especially the million-scale Clone Astarte Legion that is fighting fires on the dark side of the empire against Nwenganchi and the Sadistic army, the daily war consumption alone is simply astronomical.

Robert Killiman was even worried for a while

The other party will not be able to sustain it.

But the result?

These forces that are laid out on the surface are not even a million or even a million or even a million of their real power!

He was eager to find out how the other party did it.

Zuo Si replied with a smile, "From the beginning, of course.

What do you think the Emperor did for letting his living saint, Celestine, bring me all the samples of the original genomes?

Is it just for me to give you some extra Astarte Legions to deal with the crisis of the Empire?

The answer is clearly no.

He had only one idea, and that was to build a huge army that could make the entire subspace burn.

We haven't met each other yet, but we can understand each other's thoughts and minds.

Amazing, isn't it?

In addition, these Space Marines you see are actually not Astartes in the traditional sense at all.

It is a magical clone that optimizes and recombines the genes of the original body and even the emperor himself, and is a creation that combines subspace magic and biotechnology.

I've even mixed in a little bit of fun stuff into it."

"And when are you going to do it?"

Robert Kiliman's composed, arm began to tremble slightly.

Because he knows very well how violently this war will affect the entire galaxy once it starts.

To put it mildly, in the face of a real subspace war, even the Great Horus Rebellion, which dealt a heavy blow to the Empire, was far from comparable in scale.

If it weren't for the fact that subspace creatures couldn't easily enter the physical universe, the entire galaxy would have been overrun by demons.

Zuo Si's phantom slowly floated to the window, looking at the fierce battle that erupted on the planet's surface in the distance, and the Scourge stars that were occupied by the Nurgle corruption in the distance, and responded in a meaningful tone, "From the moment you arrived here, the war has begun. It's just that the Emperor and I are waiting for a proper opportunity to intervene."

"What kind of opportunity?"

Robert Killeman is visibly eager to learn more about the details of this crazy plan.

"Of course, it's a chance to inflict a heavy wound or even kill Nurgle's deity.

Of course, this may require you to make a small sacrifice and catch up with your former good brother, the now demonic Primordial Motarian.

Okay, that's all for the small talk, I have more important things to do.

Anyway, I've given you the key to fight the subspace plague, and it's up to you how you use it." …。。

With that, Zuo Si's phantom quickly dissipated into the air, leaving no trace at all except for the small amount of spiritual energy that remained, as if it had never appeared at all.

Robert Kiliman, on the other hand, stood still, digesting the explosive information mentioned in the conversation and letting his superbrain run wild.

But unfortunately, since the Human Empire does not know much about subspace, he cannot analyze the direction and outcome of this war.

The only thing that is certain is that the emperor and Zuo Si are making a big gamble.

"Let the whole subspace burn ......"

The original body repeated this sentence in a low voice, and suddenly there was an inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

Clearly, his subspace nature was keenly aware of something.

But unfortunately, Robert Killiman has always resisted this force, and has never been trained in any subspace psionic energy, so he can't understand the reason behind this restlessness.

……

At the same time, far away on one of the planets on the dark side of the Empire, near the edge of the Great Galactic Rift.

Moscut, who has always been disguised as a ronin trader, is planning his final ascension ritual.

After a hundred years of continuous spreading corruption and depravity, the devil's egg in his hand has finally fully matured, revealing an incomparably evil and deep aura, and it is time to absorb it to complete life

and even the transformation of the soul.

But the most important thing is that Moscart's body is a little unbearable.

Although he used a lot of life-prolonging techniques, he is now 160 or 70 years old, and he looks very old.

Although it is not a big problem to live to be over 200 years old in theory, it is no longer possible to enjoy any pleasure through this body.

Whether it's alcohol, tobacco, or other addictive drugs, or a young and beautiful woman.

So Moscart decided to sacrifice all his offspring and descendants.

In order to achieve this goal, he held a special birthday party and said that he would announce the next successor of the family at the climax of the banquet.

Now, these children, who know nothing about the truth, are gathering together to please him as much as they can, fantasizing about ruling over this thriving family and gaining monstrous power and wealth.

As everyone knows, from the moment he stepped into the hall, his life had entered the final countdown.

"Great great-grandfather, I wish you a happy one hundred and sixty-eighth birthday. It's a small gift and I hope you enjoy it."

A beautiful sixteen-year-old girl in a white dress politely presented a beautifully wrapped gift with both hands, and her eyes revealed respect and adoration.

Because as a descendant of her family, she had heard her parents tell her story of how her great-grandfather had gone from a remote planetary governor to what now spans the vast expanse of the dark side of the empire.

Even the Imperial Regent praised him, and if necessary, he was able to bring in ten real Astarte warbands of 10,000 men to deliver a devastating blow to the enemy.

The number of knight mechs equipped by the family alone has reached as many as five thousand, and there are also two hundred Titan mechas. …。。

As for the elite soldiers equipped with ordinary power mechas, there are hundreds of millions.

There were more than 200 family members on the scene with the title of Governor of the planet.

Even in the long history of the human empire, there is no other family that has swelled to this extent in just one generation.

So no matter who it is, when it comes to Moscart, he can't help but stretch out a thumbs up and say admiration.

Because he is the most legendary figure in the empire after the fortieth millennium, and it is the key to the dark side of the empire that has not collapsed on a large scale until now.

Even the trade license of the Rogue Trader was replaced by the regent Robert Killeman himself.

Moreover, Moscart is also very "loyal", not only bringing a large number of scarce necessities to various star sectors and planets, but also sending food, weapons and ammunition to those Astarte warbands who have not been supplied for a long time.

Its family fleet played a vital role in several important battles.

Anyone who is not a fool can foresee that this family will inevitably occupy a very important place in the future political landscape of the empire.

Therefore, even his children ascended to heaven with the chickens and dogs.

The best of them even became Sector Governors or Fleet Commanders.

"Thank you, I love your gift so much."

Moscart opened the package and glanced at it, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on his old face.

Because the gift from this lovely great-granddaughter is a captive and captured spirit slave, to be exact, a beautiful woman who can't tell her grade.

It's one of the few toys that can give him a little sexual interest.

After all, the Elves of the Warhammer Universe may be the closest to the elves in some of the plots.

Not only are they emotionally rich but also extremely sensitive in their bodies and sensory organs, they only need a little external stimulation to inevitably produce pleasant pleasure, even if it is humiliated or violated by the enemy.

What's even more outrageous is that during the conception process, the woman must have the male continuously inject genetic material for a long period of time, and the shortest time is almost a year.

Due to the aging of his body, Moscart had already lost his life when he was about one hundred and forty years old

Gone to certain aspects of ability, so can only satisfy their dark, twisted, sick desires by torturing and abusing women.

And the spirit women are very much loved by him because they react extremely violently throughout the process.

The only regret is that it dies a little fast, and it will break completely if you don't play it a few times.

If it were the previous one, Moscart would definitely give this great-granddaughter a huge reward.

But unfortunately, today is the ascension ceremony, and all the heirs in the entire hall must die, so he didn't make any more indications.

The girl was visibly disappointed, but she bowed with a false smile and then turned back to the lively banquet.

In the next few hours, the rest of the heirs also stepped forward to offer their carefully prepared gifts.

No one noticed that the strange dark lines and patterns on the ground were becoming more and more obvious and brighter.

Of course, even if you notice it, you will only see it as a unique decoration. …。。

After the present was finished, Moscart finally slowly got up from the chair that belonged to him, swept around the gathered heirs with a cold look, and then coughed vigorously.

"Ahem!

My children!

I'm sure you've all heard about the reason I threw this birthday party.

As I grew older, I felt more and more that I was no longer able to lead my family on the right path.

So for the sake of the family's future, I decided to choose a suitable heir.

For the sake of fairness, I specially prepared a fair selection game.

No matter who he is, as long as he can win the final victory, then he is the next head of the family.

Regardless of gender, generation or age."

As these words blurted out, the scene was in an uproar.

In particular, the sons and daughters who had been waiting for hundreds of years immediately showed strong dissatisfaction and protest.

Because according to normal circumstances, they are the strongest candidates and the closest to the throne of the head of the family.

But now, the old confused father actually wants to make a fair selection in the way of games, how can this be tolerated.

In contrast, those who had little chance were shining in their eyes one by one and loudly praised the wisdom of this legendary ancestor.

Facts have proved that in the face of huge interests, all family affection, love, and blood ties are bullshit.

The main reason why many ordinary families are able to maintain harmony is that there is really no family property worth fighting for.

Faced with the chaotic scene at the scene, Moscart didn't even pay attention to it, and directly pressed the button to close all the exits of the entire building, and then pointed to the various cold weapons such as knives, guns, swords, halberds and other cold weapons hanging on the wall and said, "In this chaotic and dangerous era, it takes extraordinary courage and courage to lead the family. So my selection method is also very simple, that is, whoever can survive to the end will be the next head of the family."

"What? You mean let's kill each other? Are you crazy?"

The eldest son, who was also not young, was stunned and questioned.

To this, Moscart merely smiled contemptuously in return.

Next Second......

Burst!

A sharp sword passed directly through the chest of the eldest son.

The latter struggled to endure the severe pain and turned his head to glance at it, only to find that it was his most beloved youngest son who did it.

"You...... Why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry, father, but I also want to be the head of the family and inherit this great family."

After that, this "filial son" directly pulled out his sword and pushed his old father down in a pool of blood, and slashed at his eldest sister with his backhand.

With him as the initiator, the family banquet that was originally a harmonious and friendly scene instantly turned into a bloody battlefield.

I have to say. The descendants of Moscart have been bred really well, both men and women

The will to fight and the level of cold weapon fighting.

In particular, those ladies who had been polite before, after realizing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, tore off their disguises and took off their inconvenient skirts and high heels, revealing large patches of snow-white and attractive skin, and joined the battlefield like Valkyries.

Because they have received a certain degree of reinforcement and transformation, they are no worse than men, and even a few have begun to kill in all directions, cutting down several brothers and uncles to the ground.

The pungent smell of blood and the tragic picture directly shocked the spirit woman who was a captive to the point of speechlessness.

She couldn't believe that this old human was so crazy that he allowed his children to kill each other.

Could it be that this guy is a believer in the blood god of abusiveness?

But Moscart unhurriedly took a sip from a goblet full of red wine, and asked with a smile, "I think you must be curious about my motivation for doing this, right?"

The Spirit Race woman subconsciously nodded, "Yes, I think any normal person would be surprised by your inexplicable behavior."

"Nothing surprising. Have you not discovered that I am sacrificing their lives and souls?"

As he spoke, Moscart took out the devil's egg, which had been hanging around his neck and never left his body.

Moment!

The blood that flowed from the entire room suddenly seemed to be attracted by some kind of force, converging at his feet at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was eventually absorbed by the crimson egg.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

A sound like a heartbeat kept coming from within.

The indescribable spiritual infestation began to terrify the spirit women.

She noticed that the humans in the hall were suddenly bloodthirsty and insane as if they had lost their minds......

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