How would two praetors with strong scientific research skills communicate when they get together?

Some might think that they would get together for days or even months of language exchanges, and then do some in-depth research and experimentation in areas that are of interest to each other.

But in reality, these are just imaginations brought about by stereotypes.

The real situation is that after Jin-Gitaxia came to the Soul Forges to meet Vashtor, the two parties only gave each other a drop of oil in their bodies, and then completed the exchange of technology, knowledge and inspiration in a very short time.

Thanks to the blue oil created by Ogma, the god of knowledge, New Phyrexian creatures deliver information faster and more efficiently than any other medium.

This efficiency overshadows even the most powerful artificial intelligence, supercomputers, and quantum communication networks.

It is precisely because of its existence that Zuo Si can collect massive amounts of knowledge and technology in the endless time and space of the entire multiverse, and then send it to the laboratory to do targeted special research.

If a world is found to have strong scientific research capabilities, the team led by Jin-Gitaxias will deliberately reveal some of the most cutting-edge technologies to the other party, and then observe that civilization has developed interesting things based on it every once in a while.

This can not only prostitute each other's research results for free, but also save a lot of personnel, energy and time costs.

You must know that although the central laboratory of Mutahar Floating City can mobilize almost unlimited resources, it has always been in a state of great shortage of manpower.

In particular, people with the ability to lead teams are scarce.

The number of them directly determines how many research projects can be carried out at the same time.

In order to make better use of those "idle" resources, Jin-Gitaxia has even set up a special evaluation team to rank each of the forces that are using the oil, find out what they are best at, and finally decide what kind of technology to give them after review and voting.

In fact, this group has begun to secretly guide and manipulate the scientific research fields and civilization processes of billions of top forces in the multiverse.

And all this massive knowledge and technology are contained in a drop of oil and absorbed by Vashtor.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe it's a few hours, or it could be a few days......

Because there is no concept of time in the subspace, except for the newly born Death Realm and the Sea of Oil, even the current soul forge is still in chaos.

That's why faster-than-light travel with the help of subspace is fraught with uncertainty.

It is not uncommon for a ship to set off in the thirtieth millennium, only to find that it has reached out of the dark fortieth millennium, and occasionally find a ship equipped with powerful artificial intelligence from the age of human dark technology.

In short, Jin-Gitaxia, who was standing still in place, suddenly had a blue glow in his eyes, and then raised his head and greeted with a smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency Ashtor, the Great Demon Judge."

"I'm glad to meet you, Your Excellency Jin-Gitaxias."

Vashtor responded by touching his chest with one hand and bowing gracefully.

Judging from the tone and reaction of the two, it is obvious that they are a little sympathetic.

After all, in New Phyrexia, the two of them have a lot in common.

For example, they all have an almost crazy obsession with knowledge and technology, and for example, they don't have any worldly moral concepts, and they can slaughter an entire planet without psychological burden for research, just to get a relatively accurate experimental data.

So when you look at each other, it's like looking in a mirror, as if you see your own shadow in each other.

After greeting him, Vashtor immediately turned to a tentative tone of uncertainty and said, "Do you have any other tasks or missions other than exchanging oil this time?" I noticed that you seem to have brought something interesting."

Jin-Gitaxia nodded thoughtlessly, "Yes. The great Father of New Phyrexia has commanded me to join you in your search for a man named Tarasim

Empty Necromancy."

"Tarasin the Endless?"

Vashtor obviously knew the name, and the red fire in his eyes suddenly became more vigorous.

After all, although he is a god of technology, invention and creation, he knows very little about the top technology of space necromancy.

The reason is very simple!

The Space Necrons had fallen into a collective slumber since the end of the Battle for Heaven, so their technology barely revealed much to the outside world.

Coupled with the fact that these guys don't have souls at all, and they also have the most powerful anti-psionic technology in the entire galaxy, they are not affected by subspace.

Therefore, although the "Tile Half-Immortal" has always been eager to obtain the technology of space necromancy, it has never been able to succeed.

Now, of course, he had mastered most of the technology of space necromancy with the help of the information stored in the oil.

"Yes, it's Tarasin the Endless. The great Father of New Phyrexia wanted to talk to him face to face. All you have to do is get out there and say we're going to make a deal with him."

Jin-Gitaxia gave a straightforward affirmative answer.

This is also one of the most important purposes of his trip.

After all, for something like this, it is definitely not appropriate to directly let Zuo Si's oil incarnation come forward.

On the one hand, Taracin is very careful and will never put himself in danger easily, and if he finds a creature with great power looking for him, he will most likely hide.

On the other hand, the oil incarnation needs to protect the huge regime established with the Bottas star sector as the core, and it is impossible to wander in the galaxy for a long time, otherwise both the Chaos Evil God and the Tyranid race may attack.

As for the other praetors created in this universe, they are basically either participating in the great expedition that burns the entire subspace at the moment, or they are constantly consuming resources to create huge fleets, weapons and legions in some unknown places, and they can't get out of it at all.

"I see, I think I know what to do."

Vashtor nodded thoughtfully, and then activated an electronic signal to a member of the Compleat Dark Mechanic Cult beside him.

The latter saluted as soon as he received it, and then led a group of people on a spaceship through a passage connected to the material universe and disappeared into a black vortex.

Jin-Gitaxias gazed with interest at the huge vortex above the Soul Forge and asked in a tone of uncertainty, "What is that?" A wormhole?"

"Yes, not exactly.

Because it was actually a wormhole captured by space necrons in the beginning.

But then the Great Supreme Juggernaut made a series of incredible changes to it with subspace oil.

Nowadays it is like a hole in the subspace that connects the subspace to the real universe, and it can also be called a miniature version of the controllable Eye of Fear.

With it, I was able to move between the two dimensions at will.

Great creation, isn't it?

I haven't even been able to figure out how this thing works until now."

When he said this, Vashtor's tone was full of excitement and excitement that could not be concealed,

Jin-Gitaxia nodded approvingly, "It's really interesting.

If I'm not mistaken, the reason why it can do this should be to first connect with the subspace of this universe, and then achieve the effect of breaking the barrier through the sea of oil.

That is, an otherwise complete wormhole is divided into two parts.

What we see is only half of the subspace, and half of it is in the real universe."

"Oh? How do you see that?" Vashtor asked rhetorically with a grin.

It is not difficult to deduce from the expression on his face that he enjoys this kind of communication between "kinds" very much.

"It's very simple, just observe the ripples that the object makes when it enters the wormhole. After all, the essence of subspace oil is the distortion and secondary processing of psionic energy, transforming it from mere energy into a form between energy and matter.

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Jin-Gitaxias fiddled with his scythe-sharp fingers to give his own explanation.

But Vashtor questioned, "If you follow your theory, the object should be the first to enter the sea of oil when it passes through it. According to my observations, it seems that all ships arrive in the material universe in just a moment, how do you explain this phenomenon?"

Jin-Gitaxias replied unhurriedly, "That's because the Sea of Oil itself has compressed time under the manipulation of the great Neo-Phyrexian Father, making it look like a moment. But in fact, the spacecraft may have traveled a long distance in the sea of oil after entering the wormhole."

"Hahahaha! It's a wonderful inference, and it's similar to what I imagined. If I can't leave now, I'd like to visit the central laboratory you preside over."

Vashtor let out a happy laugh and gave him high praise.

After all, there is nothing more pleasant to find a companion on the path of truth.

What's more, he had just gained a lot of knowledge and technology from other planes by exchanging oil.

"There's no need to rush, there will be opportunities in the future. In contrast, I'd like to take a tour of your lab and foundry right away."

As he spoke, Jin-Gitaxias set his eyes on the soul forging furnace that was constantly roaring not far away.

Since it was completely compleatized, it has become the rear base of the expeditionary force in subspace, and its terrifying industrial manufacturing capabilities are enough to strike fear into the hearts of any civilization in the galaxy today.

In order to make up for the huge war losses on the front line, the planets were directly dragged by gravitational waves, and then poured into oil to decompose into elementary particles and then flow into the ground to combine into the required substances, and shape them into the required shapes and structures for the last time.

A Glorious Queen-class battleship that would have taken years to complete in the eyes of the human empire in the eyes of the most glorious shipyards on several rings of steel on Mars during the thirtieth millennium, could be built from scratch with a new Phyrexian war weapon produced at the same speed, or a super-enhanced version of the Compleatized Astarte Legion.

Yes, you read that right, it's ten minutes.

Because with the blessing of the divine power of the "Tile Half Immortal", the potential of the oil has been exerted to the extreme, and there is no need to even build an assembly line and an industrial foundry workshop, but directly and infinitely copy and paste directly in an open place.

And such warships can start construction at the same time to build hundreds.

As long as a steady stream of planets and meteorites are dragged over to provide sufficient material, the copy-paste can continue.

Of course, there will be certain limitations in terms of scale.

After all, Vashtor was only a demigod, and his influence was limited to the core area of the Soul Forge Furnace.

Therefore, it can only be used to make large and complex war weapons such as warships and planetary fortresses.

As for the "less technical" things such as power mechs, guns, cannons, melee weapons, demon engines, clone maturation, etc., they are still done by the outer casting workshops and artificial wombs.

If King-Gitaxias' field of expertise is the research and development of top-notch technologies, then Vashtol's expertise is the ability to turn these technologies into terrifying production.

The relationship between the two is truly complementary.

It is precisely because of such a terrifying generation of the soul forging furnace that the remaining three evil gods in the subspace feel extremely uncomfortable, and they don't even have the heart to go to the real universe to do things, just resisting this suicidal mad dog attack has already exhausted them.

You must know that constantly resurrecting demons also requires strength.

What's more, the reason why Sadomasochism, Nguyen, and Slaanesh feel invincible is mainly because of their ability to twist and corrupt the will of mortals, and they can draw infinite psionic energy from the sea of souls in the subspace.

But now, at war with it is the New Phyrexian creation whose consciousness and mind have long been compleated by the oil, and corruption must not be thought about.

Or rather, they have to worry about their demons being captured and compleated by the oil.

Not only that, but the advantage of the Chaos Evil God extracting energy from the sea of souls was almost offset by the infinite matter that Zuo Si could absorb in the real universe.

Coupled with the curse legion of the Lord of Humanity and the scourge legion of the goddess of death Gianna, the overall pressure is on the other side.

Except for "Little Fengxian" like Abaddon, who didn't listen to the dispatch at all, and was still making trouble on the dark side of the empire, the rest of the chaotic forces have basically been recalled to defend their own territory.

"It's my pleasure!"

Vashtor took the initiative to make a gesture of please, and a hint of pride appeared on the mechanical face that could make rich expressions after being transformed by the oil.

Because he knew that his realm soul forge had become the most powerful casting base in the galaxy.

That alone is growing in influence.

In particular, the human empire is gradually loosening its coercive control of faith.

In addition to the most popular belief in the God Emperor, one can worship Gianna, the god of death, and his god of technology, invention, and forge.

Of course, all this was at the behest of Robert Killiman, the master of mankind and the original gene.

Their purpose in doing this is also very simple, that is, to simply strengthen the power of their allies, to ensure that the subspace chaos evil gods will not have time to trouble the empire for hundreds or even thousands of years, so that the corrupt and dark empire can be reborn under the reform.

I have to say that for the continuation and development of the human race, the emperor himself can definitely be regarded as doing everything.

It's no wonder that there is a joke that has made a lot of fun about his flexible moral bottom line.

For example, if Evelene of the Eldar Reaper suddenly wants to one day trade a technology that allows humans to travel faster than light out of subspace in exchange for Robert Killiman as her husband.

As a result, "Huang Laohan" began to take off his pants on the spot without saying a word, indicating that a Kiliman is nothing, as long as you hand over the technology, we can still go into battle, father and son soldiers will satisfy you together.

Although this kind of speech is very blasphemous and disloyal, and can easily be checked by the inquisition, it can also reflect the character of the Lord of Mankind in a certain way, that is, for the good of the entire human race, there is nothing that cannot be sacrificed, not even his own dignity and life.

This creed and principle has been the backbone of all his decisions since recorded times.

Because of this, even though the rule of the empire has become so ignorant, dark, and brutal, there are still countless people who are willing to believe in the emperor and willingly give up their lives and even their souls to become the currency in his hands.

After all, with Nurgle being slain, the Empire had a powerful ally in subspace capable of suppressing the Chaos Gods for the first time.

With the character of the Lord of Mankind, he will not let this great opportunity slip out of his hands under any circumstances.

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Just as Vashtor was visiting the Soul Forge with the Jin-Gitaxias who had traveled from afar, Tours, the capital of the Bottas Star District, Zuosi's oil avatar finally found time to study the physiology of the spirit woman she had picked up earlier, Ellis, in his private laboratory.

At this moment, the young screaming banshee, who was "only" less than one hundred and thirty years old, was lying on the dissecting table with a look of fear and despair, and the entire chest cavity and abdominal cavity had been completely opened, and every working organ inside could be clearly seen.

But the interesting part is that she did not produce even a drop of blood during the dissection, and the other party perfectly avoided all the capillaries and nerves.

The skull was also completely opened, and the brain and optic nerve were all exposed to the air.

But for some reason, the brain did not flow out, but was still functioning normally as if in a certain position, neither thinking nor perception was hindered in the slightest.

Allith felt like a poor creature who was being studied by a terrifying and higher being.

It's like what the Elves have done to other low-level civilizations since they became the overlords of the galaxy.

The other party doesn't care about his feelings at all, let alone his thoughts, he is just collecting feelings

Interesting information, even took a few eggs and combined them with the genes of unknown creatures to form several embryos.

The fastest growing of them was already able to see a reptile-like feature, and the heart began to beat slightly.

She couldn't believe that she had never had intimate contact with any male, let alone coped with her, and that she had already had several terrible "children".

That maternal instinct that comes from genes and the fear of "alien" embryos intertwine to create feelings that cannot be described in words.

On top of that, Ellis had no idea what the terrible creature in front of her would do with her.

You must know that not long ago, she witnessed a captured member of the Spirit Clan pirate ship directly pulling out their souls after being tired of being played by the other party, and tortured them repeatedly, until they could no longer bear the pain and completely collapsed.

Of course, this torture is not due to psychopathology, but only to test the average soul strength of the spirit race.

After collecting the corresponding data, the rest of those who have not collapsed but have gone crazy will be released.

That's why Ellis worries about her future.

Because she is the longest-surviving spirit individual since arriving here.

This obviously shows that she has some kind of "peculiarity" and "research value" that she doesn't know about, unlike those who are quickly disposed of.

It's just not clear if these will make it to the end.

Since the connection with the Soul Stone had been severed, Ellis was now terrified of death.

She knew very well that if she died here, her soul would be captured by Slaanesh and become a plaything in the hands of the other party.

Even the corrupt dark spirits who created great evil would not want to end up like this.

In fear and anxiety, Allise spent hours of time, and it wasn't until Zuosi finished the task at hand that her fully dissected body came back together with incredible speed.

In particular, there is not even a single scar or red mark left on the incision site, and the skin from head to toe is still fair and smooth, exuding an attractive luster.

Except for the whole body, there is basically no difference from when lying down.

Oh no, and it can't be said that nothing has changed.

The "egg" that she had conceived and matured had been removed and placed in an artificial womb, where it began to combine with the genetic material of an unknown creature.

It hadn't been once or twice for a long time, so much so that she had begun to get used to it a little.

"So today's research is done?"

Allise sat up from the dissecting table, not in a hurry to put on her clothes, but showed off her slightly slender but very healthy and sexy body nonchalantly.

Due to the special relationship between the physiological structure and the form of reproduction, the spirit race can be said to be quite open in terms of men and women, and there is not even a stable husband and wife relationship like humans.

Because a woman's menstrual period requires frequent injections of genetic material for at least a year, it is difficult for a single man to ensure a successful pregnancy rate.

Therefore, if a spirit woman wants to have offspring, she often has a relationship with several men or even a dozen or dozens of men at the same time.

This has led to their openness in the relationship between the sexes.

And this openness is also one of the sources that directly caused the birth of Slaanesh.

Take Robert Killiman's rumored girlfriend, Evelene, for example, who has never been short of men by her side.

So if these two people really come together, then there is a high probability that the original body will be wearing more than one green hat.

The most important thing is that Al Liz doesn't think that Zuosi's oil incarnation will have a "sexual interest" in a "low-level creature" like herself.

If it does, it will naturally be better, indicating that her chances of survival will be greatly improved.

"Yes, today's part is done, thank you for your cooperation."

Zuo Si has a gentle and friendly smile on his face, not only very

Polite, and very gentlemanly put a beautiful long dress on the other party with some unknown force, not at all like a madman who can dismantle a person for research without saying a word.

It is this extreme contrast that makes him feel particularly dangerous and terrifying.

After all, this involves a question of psychological expectations.

If a guy gives people the first impression of being vicious, then even if he does something very brutal and bloodthirsty, the people around him may have a less violent reaction because they are mentally prepared in advance.

But if a person is handsome, elegant, humorous, and exudes an amazing charm from head to toe that makes people want to approach, but when the disguise is removed, he is found to be a mad scientist and a man-eating twisted pervert, and the fear brought by the double impact of strong senses and psychology is obviously superior.

That's why Hannibal the "ogre" is far more terrifying than the blood splatters of the Texas Chainsaw massacre.

And Zuo Si obviously belongs to the former.

To be precise, he can fit himself perfectly into any role he plays.

There was no doubt that Al Lise was in awe of the oil incarnation in front of her, but she also felt that the other party had an inexplicable strong attraction.

Especially after the huge mental pressure and the fear of death exceeded a certain critical point, it even gave her an indescribable extreme pleasure.

Therefore, this spirit woman is like suffering from mental illness, and she has very complex emotions and dependence on Zuo Si, and even thinks that it is not bad to maintain the relationship in this way.

After a long silence, she finally mustered up the courage to cautiously probe, "Will you one day dispose of me like you did with other spirits?"

Zuo Si pursed the corners of his mouth and asked, "Why did I do that? Have you done anything unforgivable?"

"What do you mean...... I'm not going to die?"

There was a strange look in Ellith's eyes.

It was the best news she'd ever heard since she was brought here, not one of them.

"That's right.

The reason why those spirits were disposed of before was because they were all interstellar pirates.

And also dare to rob transport ships in the area under my control.

But you're different.

You have not violated any taboos, and you are not a prisoner, but a guest under my protection.

So there's no need to worry about your life being threatened.

Not to mention that all of my research is done without actually hurting you, right?"

As he said this, Zuo Si put down what he was holding, turned around and gently stroked the hair and cheeks of the young screaming banshee with his cold thug, as if the owner was rewarding a pet for good behavior.

But instead of feeling insulted, Ellis felt an abnormal flush on her face, her whole body trembled slightly involuntarily due to the strong stimulation from the outside world, and her spirit was in a state between euphoria and orgasm.

This is partly due to the sensitive constitution of the spirit race, and partly due to the psychological control and enslavement.

But she herself did not notice this, and obediently lowered her head and said in a mosquito-like voice, "Yes...... You didn't hurt me, I thought too much about it."

"That's good. Now you can go free and do as long as you don't go too far. After all, you know, the Spirit Race isn't very good in the human mind, and I don't want any accidents from you."

With that, Zuo Si put socks and shoes on the other party's feet like a doll, picked them up from the dissection table and gently pushed them in the direction of the entrance.

Allise staggered forward, and after about two or three seconds, she suddenly recovered from the twisted pleasure, subconsciously shuddered with her hands on her shoulders, and then left the laboratory with small steps.

Looking at her slightly shy and embarrassed appearance, Zuo Si, who caused all this, immediately raised the corners of his mouth and showed a playful smile: "Hehe, it's really very sensitive

Well, both physically and psychologically.

And this interesting reward and feedback mechanism is far more violent than that of humans.

I really don't know what kind of mutation happened to the spirit race when it evolved into intelligent life, so that it will have the current gene.

It seems that after a little more training, this cute little sheep will fall completely.

Maybe I could consider collecting more young Spirit women and using them to do an extreme experiment to see if this sensitive physique can be further improved.

If so, where is its ceiling?

If this gene is fused with a succubus or a desire demon, can it give birth to a more corrupt and depraved *** seed?"

"Master, do you need me to find an opportunity to arouse the subconscious desires of this test subject?"

The praetor in charge of controlling the lab leaned over his head connected by mechanical tentacles.

Zuo Si immediately shook his head: "No, there's no need to do it too much. Because Ellis is a gift I have prepared for the Elven Lord God, Corellon, she must remain physically pure."

"Gifts?"

The praetor was visibly stunned for a moment.

"yes, that's right.

I intend to collect all the elven races that have been discovered so far and bring them back to Ferron to give to Corellon as a thank you for his support of me.

You see, even for God, to maintain a good alliance is to have things like human affection and gifts.

After all, it is in this kind of exchange that the relationship of trust is built little by little.

And in the near future, I will also use the power of the elven god system.

Therefore, in order to cooperate better, we first need to find a way that can be mutually beneficial.

Any relationship that is given unilaterally without being reciprocated cannot last."

Zuo Si bluntly stated his plan.

While it's uncertain if Corellon will become interested in these elves from other planes, it doesn't hurt to give it a try.

What's more, the cost of this kind of attempt is so low, you only need to use the ability of the traveling mage to catch a few good-looking elves in different time and space, why not?

"I see.

Rest assured, I'll keep an eye on Allise to make sure she's a good gift.

In addition, I have an important thing to inform you.

That is, Lord Jin-Gitaxia had arrived at the realm of the Great Demon Judge Vashtor not long ago, and the Soul Forge had been forged.

If nothing else, Taracin should soon learn that you want to make a deal with him."

The praetor hurriedly reported the news he had just gotten.

"Oh? Is Jin-Gitaxia already here?"

The Essence would send this Blue Demon Judge over, and the Shining Oil Avatar was obviously not surprised at all.

Because apart from Jin-Gitaxias, there is indeed no second person who is more suitable to replace him to make the first contact with the "Figure King".

After all, Tarasin is notoriously difficult.

If it can't arouse his interest and desire to collect, then this guy is likely to just pat his ass and leave.

And the wealth of knowledge and technology that Jin-Gitaxia possesses, as well as information from other universes, can undoubtedly do this in the first place.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si subconsciously touched the gem made of the Star God Fragment set on the back of his hand, and the two electronic eyes flashed with anticipation.

Because if memory serves, this Warhammer universe's "Kidd the Monster Thief" has patronized many of the tomb worlds of the Necronomion Dynasty in space, and even overlords like the Storm King and the Silent King dare to get their hands on it, and he has really gotten a lot of good things, and there are a dozen Star God Fragments alone.

So he himself is very much looking forward to this meeting and the exchange between the "Pokémon Master".

Just as Zuo Si was counting in his heart what chips he could use to make transactions, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the laboratory, followed by a person who looked

A very old woman walked in from the outside, bent down and kissed the big hand as cold as a metal plate affectionately.

"The Great Supreme Lord, Everene, the leader of the Eldar Reaper, has just docked at the spaceport, and she has made a request to meet you."

"Evelene? Is it just her?"

Zuo Si touched his chin with a thoughtful expression.

"No, the Grim Reaper incarnation of the Spirit Race has also arrived. And they looked very polite and respectful, not at all as arrogant as they had been the last time they came."

The old man waved ten nimble fingers and projected the faces he saw through spells.

From her skillful movements and precise control of subspace psionic energy, it is not difficult to see that she is a rather powerful psionic mage, and she even has the mark of the Inquisition's black ship on her neck and side face.

If the normal process is followed, once a psionic person of this level is discovered, there is a high probability that they will be brought back to Terra and thrown into the Star Torch as firewood to be burned.

Luckily, the black ship she was holding was attacked by the Thousand Sons Legion, and she was eventually forced to jump out of the subspace and fall on a planet ruled by Zuosi.

In return for repairing the wrecked ship and repelling Chiko, the Inquisition gave her over as soul currency.

Since then, this woman has been following Zuo Si with all her heart, learning how to control psionic energy and form complex spells, and serving him as a master and even a god.

Because in her eyes, if it weren't for the great existence in front of her, she would have burned out her soul long ago, and it would be impossible for her to have the strength and status she has now.

Of course, there are not only one or two psionics like this in the Bottas Star Zone, but there is a sizable group.

Some of them were born here, and suddenly one day they awakened their psionic talents, and then they were taken to underground laboratories or palaces to be taught and trained until they were able to control their powers.

During this time, family and friends can come to visit at any time or contact them with the help of remote messaging software.

Others, like the old man, were caught by the black ships of the Inquisition, and then sent to Zuo Si as a more valuable soul currency in exchange for what he needed.

The second type, because he has personally experienced the ruthlessness and cruelty of the empire towards psionics, is full of gratitude to Zuo Si, who has taken a diametrically opposite attitude, and there are a small number of people who do not fall in love, have no family, do not reproduce children, and are willing to give everything to their masters.

Taking the old man in front of her as an example, it has been more than a hundred years since she was arrested after awakening her psionic talent at the age of seventeen, from a young and beautiful girl to a gray-haired old woman now, and her eyes are still hot and full of strong feelings when she looks at Zuo Si.

In her subconscious, the incarnation of Sparkling Oil plays multiple roles in her own life as a father, a master, and a god at the same time, so there is not only worship and admiration, but also inseparable love.

That feeling is most likely similar to the feelings of the nuns of the empire for the God Emperor, or even more religious.

After all, not every nun has had the opportunity to see the Lord of Humanity or feel his power.

But these psionics who live on the planet Tours can see the incarnation of the oil every now and then, and even get his guidance.

"Ah, I think they must have known what was happening in the subspace, and realized that the plan to kill Slaanesh by awakening the Grim Reaper was no longer working."

Seeing Everene's anxious look on her face, Zuo Si immediately realized the intention of the Reaper Army.

After all, with Gianna occupying the ecological niche of the evil god of death, the upper limit of the god of death of the spirit race has been locked, and it is impossible to reach the height of killing Slaanesh as prophesied.

This also means that their group of lost dogs has no means to restrain Slaanesh.

The latter no longer needs to have any scruples, and can rest assured and boldly find out and kill the rest of the spirit clans who are still hiding around one by one.

At the end of the road, the only thing the Reaper Army can do is to find someone who has the ability to fight against the color

The thighs of sin clung to each other.

"Do you want to see her?"

The old man asked, staring at Evereni in the magic projection.

"Let's take her to the palace first, and I'll go over when I'm done here." Oh, by the way, remember to bring that Death incarnate with you."

After thinking for a while, Zuo Si immediately made a decision.

"As you wish."

The old man bowed his head and saluted, then turned and disappeared into the end of the corridor outside the door.

In about ten minutes, she appeared on the spaceport as an emissary, greeted the Reaper Army from afar, and then descended to the surface of the planet with Evereni and Inkani, the avatar of the Grim Reaper.

After entering the empty palace, Everene couldn't help but ask, "How long do we need to wait here?"

"The Great Sovereign says he will come when he is done with the important work at hand. I'm sorry, but I have other things to attend to, so I'm not here with you."

After that, the old man completely ignored the other party's ugly face and turned away without hesitation.

As soon as she left with her front foot, Evelene complained indignantly, "Damn! I bet it was definitely on purpose, that guy was deliberately hanging us."

The Grim Reaper incarnate sighed helplessly, "Ugh—but he has such qualifications, doesn't he?

Or any great being who slays the evil god Nurgle and infuses the chaotic subspace with the power of order can treat us with such a contemptuous attitude.

The weak have no right to complain in the cruel universe.

I advise you to put your mind right.

Because this may be the last chance."

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