Perseverance.

Motarian stood on the observation deck, the dim shadows of the Lord of Death looming over the body of the Lord of Death, and in the distance, the Galaspa galaxy floated slowly in the universe like a bright dot.

It was silent, but Motarian knew that the people above were wailing.

It's a completely distorted country.

The Knights, the rulers of Galaspa, brutally oppressed their people.

The skies of the main planet are shrouded in the exhaust fumes of chemical plants, the rivers are flowing with yellowish chemicals, the people are murmuring in the bottom nest, and the people who are ruled by chemicals have long since paralyzed themselves, are numb, and obedient.

The small ruling class will be modified, their arms will be fed with torture instruments for whipping, and completely different chemicals will be injected to keep them brutal and aggressive.

And in the heads of these people, who have been tormented by drugs and life to the point of losing everything, are the carefree supreme rulers.

They just need to stay intact at the top nest, occasionally look at the data from the bottom nest and the middle nest, and then kill all the relevant tea workers because today's black tea is not delicious.

The tyrants of the Knights lie lazily in their paradise, knowing that no one can shake their position.

Outside of the main planet, countless satellite planets have been modified, bulky and massive anti-invasion systems have been loaded, and huge turrets and torpedo hangars have piled up in the orbit of each satellite planet.

It's a galaxy that's armed and tough.

Even if this civilization doesn't have the technology to travel long distances, they don't need that, they just need to lie here safely and warmly, and that's fine.

Therefore, they refused the invitation of the Empire.

The Empire's pioneer ships were shot down.

However, they are not the only ones who are timid and afraid of death.

The bureaucrats of the Imperial Army shelved the offensive on Galaspa.

Blockade, that's what they propose.

The reason is that the Empire does not have enough troops in this star field, and the other two legions are fighting against the orcs.

And in their deduction, the battle of Galaspar will be a protracted tug-of-war, and the Empire will need to surround the galaxy and slowly tear apart its galactic defenses little by little.

Absurd.

This is the conclusion given by Motarian.

Tyrants are raging, humanity is wailing, and apart from ethnic differences, the ruling class on Galaspar is no different from Barbarus.

The trial has ended.

Motarian stared indifferently at the cold Galaspar system.

Let doom and death go hand in hand.

He will give them a verdict of death.

Let the Death Guard put an end to this.

Planet 373 Sigma.

Hades shrunk like a fat rat and popped his head out of the shuttle again.

Kim stood outside the shuttle in confusion, with question marks on the display, waiting for their second long journey.

In the distance, the first cathars had arrived in the city and began searching and exploring.

According to the sound wave detection, there are still those food storage rooms underground, and there are no necromancers in nightgowns.

The improvised protective barriers were placed by the cathars around the square of the Blackstone Obelisk, waiting for the Sage to come and study further.

Except for the change in the atmosphere in the sky, the inability to make the shuttle group rise normally, and the fact that the distress signal sent before was not known to be accepted by which fleet, all of this still follows a fairly typical planetary archaeological process.

There are no enemies, no witchcraft, no large arsenals of weapons have been discovered, and the armament of the planet remains at a regional level.

Only the agricultural system that still follows the established code, those carts full of food.

Hades scratches his head, he's too sensitive?

After seeing those strange records for the first time, Hades decisively ran away and shrank here for a while, purely relying on drones and news from the cathars.

He went through the information in the village again, and called the Kirkland Sage over to ponder it together.

In the end, they came to the conclusion that this was a normal civilization that involved psionic research.

In the long history of mankind, there are really many civilizations that designed psionics in the Golden Age, and there are many more extreme ones than this.

And the psionic research here is obviously still stuck in the experience stage of "you add this and here and mix and mix, and then come out of that".

Although Hades searched another wave of villages and found notes left by people before, boasting about what kind of nonsense this is "the latest scientific research results", "recommended investment" and so on.

Of course, the most important thing about their technology is that it can relieve weakness and headaches.

It's like. It's a side effect of the Exorcism Death Domain.

Although many things, such as illness, water reversal, and bad geographical location, can be explained by a hasty explanation of weakness and headaches, Hades still thinks that this may be a manifestation of mortal exposure to a low-concentration anti-spirit energy field.

Hades briefly sorted out the current information.

All in all, the largest city on the planet was built around a blackstone obelisk.

Further away from the city, there are "scientific" villages that study psionic energy.

There should be two factions in this lost civilization at present?

According to the front-line cathars, there are a large number of churches and religious sculptures built in the city.

According to the record I saw before, it should be a more old-fashioned and traditional plot, a science and technology faction or something.

But what's interesting is that the tech school here seems to be studying psionic powers, religious schools. The god of support seems to be the obelisk.

So how did the human race become extinct here?

It's weird, how strange is it to think.

Maybe he's less knowledgeable.

Hades, Hades, he still has too little knowledge.

Seeing Hades looking at this information and silently thinking about life, Kirkland Sage was rarely normal, and the Sage stretched out his longest appendage and patted Hades on the shoulder from behind,

"It's normal."

Kirkland said,

"Sage, I've seen civilizations that upload their will to wet pieces and die out; I have seen a partner who is addicted to mechanical simulation, and finally a civilization that dies with a low fertility rate; I have also seen rulers control entire civilizations with virtual characters, creating nihilistic beliefs and eventually extinct civilizations. ”

"There are countless small civilizations like this that have not mastered the technology of biological cloning, and they are gradually exhausted because of the self-civil war."

"This kind of psyker leads people to try to overthrow the original ruling class more than the sage I have commented on the code."

Yes, Hades still has a question here, why is the woman named "Ribo" an untouchable person, but she is promoting "psionic powers"?

But. In the sage's current chatter, Hades fell into deep thought, no matter how wrong it was, reality is reality.

And now the situation is that there is no investigation of anything threatening, except that Hades himself has been chasing after the wind.

And according to Kirkland's sage, the special weather in the atmosphere will disappear in the near future.

Is he really worried about it this time?

After repeatedly confirming that there was no threat in the message from the cathars, Hades decided to go to the Obelisk Square anyway.

And this time Kirkland Sage will follow.

■■，■■。

"Help, help, help me. people."

A feeble moan echoed through the empty underground space, and the stench of rancid was permeated.

"Oh, kid, be quiet."

The rotten gushed up from the pool of liquid.

A decaying body, which emerges from a dense human body.

"He's coming."

The Rotten muttered.

The moment the Father's spurned set foot on this planet, the Rotten were already victorious.

He can't escape.

Carefully arranged bait, accumulating numerous sacrifices, at the weak threshold of subspace and the physical universe.

Eliminate presence, stall for time.

A loving father will appreciate the rotten.

The screws stuck in the gears of fate are about to be removed, and fate will continue to follow the established trajectory seamlessly

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