It was drowsy, it was difficult to distinguish between day and night, and the four fields could not be distinguished, and the rain and darkness like a curtain swallowed everything.

On top of the silt, highly toxic loose crystals are washed away, and the turbid water mixed with the mud flows down and creeps into the river.

Scarlet warning lights shimmered faintly through the rain curtain, whistles pierced through the heavy vapor, and the first heavy industrial machinery slammed to the ground.

The motor roared, the gears spun, and the rain-soaked red robe fell heavily to the ground, and the mechanical sage staggered down from the giant machine, the soaked cloth pulled his steps, he looked in that direction, and without hesitation, he knelt on the muddy ground mixed with poisonous water, and simply lowered his head against the slippery and filthy earth.

[Praise be to Ohm the Messiah.] 】

The rain almost submerged the sage's slightly thin body, and after a brief pilgrimage, the sage turned around, reluctantly turning his head a few times, but eventually, he simply turned his head and began to direct the heavy pumping machine to begin its work.

A similar scene appears next to each of the heavy machines.

Every mechanic waiting in the highest atmosphere was shocked in an incomprehensible way by that short Barbaros standard day.

Perhaps the previous simulations had already given the sages a complete picture of the whole process in the engine, but when they flew high in the sky, giant lightning bolts blooming and tumbling through the dense fog beneath their feet, and even about to touch the flying machine they existed, unspeakable fear and respect, and immeasurable devotion gushed out.

That is the most primitive emotion of human beings when they see miracles,

But it is also mixed with the continuation of reason and logic, distractions and desires become weak, and the vision becomes extraordinarily clear, but the soul seems to be detached from this world

Greed and obsession blurred, and the gods who ruled over them were banished from the area.

Calculations and thinking will not be hindered by anything, and they will faithfully carry out the laws of physics, as they did in the beginning.

When the first drop of rain fell to the earth, the sages closest to the anti-psionic realm woke up like a dream.

The sages, whose naked eyes had not been transformed, were even in tears at this moment, and they looked at each other frantically, as if they did not believe what they had just experienced.

Praise Ohm the Messiah!! 】

Sister Silent Blackfa stood in disbelief on a secondary tower closest to the main tower, the tyrannical green deeply engraved on her aqua blue eyes.

The heavy pressure plummeted, and for the first time, Blackfa understood the coercion of the untouchable over mortals.

And at this moment, even as the Claw of the Empire, she felt suffocated in this space that almost formed a completely subspace airspace.

But she's the claw of the Empire, and Blackfa holds her head up again, propping herself up with her decapitating greatsword, and she's on a mission to document it all.

It is possible to restore it all if necessary.

Blackfa felt her hem being tugged, it was little Herrela, and after meeting the Silent Nun, Hades was relieved to give little Herella to them.

After all, the Death Guard is still a team full of space marines, and Hades, who has a backward traditional 3K mentality, naturally still can't accept the scene of little Herrella watching a bunch of young muscle brothers wrestling in the duel cage every day.

Although with the exception of Hades, both sides feel commonplace about it.

The oil guy's education plan didn't work for Little Herella either, and Hades had already advised Kim to stop trying to convince Little Herella to cut out her uterus to make room for another wet brain.

However, Kim was very worried and told Hades that he suspected that the IQ of Little Herrell was not up to the level, so Hades could only tell the oil guy that Little Herrella just didn't like to read, but her brain was fine and she didn't need to pretend to be another one.

Hades realized that Death Watch wasn't a good place for kids, at least not in his old-fashioned 3K perspective.

And because of little Herrela's physique, Hades couldn't send her to school.

So when the black ship finally came to pick up little Herrela, (in fact, he came to pick up Black Tower Technology) Hades decisively let this black sister take over Little Herrela's education.

Because he was trained by the Sisters' team, Blackfa was much more skilled in judging female untouchables than Hades, who was half-baked, and Blackfa immediately realized that little Herrella had extremely good untouchability potential.

So Blackfa decided to take charge of little Herella's education herself, and she would guide the little girl to become a good Silent Sister, offering her allegiance to the Empire.

The furious green lightning was still running, and Blackfa steadied his thoughts, and the tall nun lowered her head and met little Herella's eyes.

His dark brown eyes were now filled with moisture.

Indeed, although little Herella has extremely high talent, it is probably difficult to live in this anti-psionic energy domain.

[Uncomfortable? 】

Little Herrella shook her head, and the little girl looked into the distance, overlapping the beginning, and the girl looked south countless times.

[Will Brother Hades be okay? 】

For no reason, little Herrella began to worry about Hades, the big brother who smiled on weekdays, could set off such a terrifying wave?

Could this be the Hades she was familiar with? Or something else

Blackfa shook his head,

[In the soulless realm, nothing will happen to the Hades. 】

This is not a true statement.

If the water limit is exceeded, the container will break.

And the emperor has already insured this.

Blackfa thought.

But what the Sisters of Silence didn't know was that the Emperor's restraint on the Black Domain had long been relaxed, at least, it was not only the Black Tower's credit that it had devoured the anti-spiritual energy field that had devoured the entire planet.

Both the nuns and the Forbidden Army mistook this completely over-the-limit anti-psionic realm for the effect of the Black Tower.

Under the manipulation of other untouchables, the Black Tower can certainly produce an anti-psionic energy domain, but it will never be on the scale it is now.

Above the star ring, there was a dead silence.

Motarian watched in silence at the planet beneath his feet, which had been a verdant planet was now rapidly withering, and cloudy clouds mixed with dust had risen in place of the greenery of Barbarus.

Motarian could imagine the storm above Barbaros at this moment, with torrential rain that could drown everything and lightning that could split mountains, and the atmosphere of the entire planet was changing violently.

The mountains and the earth cracked, the heavens and the earth twisted, but from space, everything was so calm.

It's like a simple precipitation reaction in a beaker in a laboratory.

But Motarian knew that no one would underestimate the upheaval that was happening to Barbarus at this moment.

There is no other reason -

Any creature with a soul who casts a gaze in this direction will immediately feel a throbbing from the depths of their soul, and their souls are screaming, boiling, begging to get out of this earthly purgatory immediately.

The pain from the soul even caused them to ignore some emotional gaps, and the emotions that were originally directed were suddenly disconnected, leaving the world with the redundancy to mobilize themselves.

Motarian blinked, and it was only after the original body endured his strong disgust that he let his eyes remain fixed on Barbarus.

Motarian knew that this was what Hades was capable of.

Unlike himself, quite a disgusting ability.

Mortarian glanced at Vaux, who had been quite active about the plan, silently moving his gaze to the floor, and Vaux felt that his brain would melt in wails if he looked at it more.

Motarian condoned Vaux's failure to do so, and he continued to stare at Barbarus, unwilling to miss any of the faintest details.

Motarion, of course, wanted to completely uproot the strong psionic atmosphere on this planet.

That's what he thought, and he wanted to do so, and there seemed to be curses and pleadings from subspace in the ears of the original body, and in a trance, it seemed that the jewels and power of eternity had been promised, and with a slight nod from Motarian, he would become the god who governed death and eternity, and owned the abundance of the entire galaxy.

Motarian stared at Barbarus, motionless.

He stood in the middle of the garden, but the garden that had once been rich was now so empty that Motarian could even see the white floor of the stoic bones under the vision.

He's making feeble attempts.

+ What do you want, my child? +

Vines burst out of the mire, and they climbed onto Mortarion's armor in an attempt to hold back the stubborn visitor.

Motarian spoke,

"I want you to die."

A thunderstorm tore apart the ridiculousness, and Motarian continued to stare at Barbarus, knowing he didn't want to miss any details.

Unbridled laughter came from subspace, but Motarian knew that it too would be swallowed up by Hades' Black Domain.

Soon, the laughter also died down.

Now here, there are only weak souls, and solid physical laws.

Vaux was still staring at the ground, unaware of what his original had just gone through.

Motarian tolerated Vaux's dereliction of duty.

When the last crystals fell to the earth, in the medical room of the Death Guard, the old man who had been sleeping for a long time finally woke up from his chaotic dream.

There's a more, wait for me

(End of chapter)