[Blood...]

It was a whisper of descent from the Most High Heaven.

He longs for all that is made of strong emotions, He longs for all bravery and fury, and all His eyes are filled with blood and skulls.

The god of blood, the god of terror, the supreme power of heaven above the brass throne is transmitting the veil of subspace with a thunderous grunt, clinging to the baby he has long watched like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The chamber forged by unknown advanced technology was being enveloped by the energy storm of the subspace, and the hot and cold soul waves almost penetrated into the solid hatch made of pure gold, and the terrifying aura mixed with countless rich bloody blood plasma was trying to invade it.

Angry roars echoed through the subspace, and the smell of evil and brimstone undoubtedly symbolized the possessiveness of the Lord of the Skull's possession of the child within, and a testament to his dealings with the Lord of Humanity—a symbol of valor and fanaticism, a noble heart that could link the hearts of all warriors.

The past transactions have borne fruit, and the twenty-one 'genetic prototypes' forged by the Lord of Humanity will also become treasures coveted by the powers of the subspace. Among them, there are many heirs who can make the corrupt father feel pity, there are also fierce generals who are happy with the lord of skulls, there are also variables that make the lord of all things sigh, and there are also the joy of the prince of pleasure at the end of his indulgence.

In order to keep the 'spoils' that belong to them in the palm of their hands, it is also to counter the promise that has been torn up by the emperor. At the end of their trade with the Lord of Humanity, the powers of the subspace brought the storm of the subspace to the Emperor's secret laboratory hidden beneath Terra with the help of a tiny mortal.

Twenty-one babies were swept up in the turbulence of the sea of souls, scattered among the starry skies, in prosperous or barren worlds.

It's just that all plans are subject to change.

Or maybe it's just that the Lord of Change, who weaves a web of intrigues, never changes His nature.

When a storm from the subspace swept in, the humble soul from another world fused with the infant who was lodged with anger and courage—a cowardly intellect that brought the genotype with extraordinary knowledge and a cowardly intellect that did not correspond to its nature, but... Even if the soul is changed in this chaos, the original essence imprinted on the subspace will probably sooner or later give this humble soul the same transformation on top of the history of fate.

The roar of anger immediately swept through the subspace and swept the tsunami of souls that covered the sky and the sun, and countless trembling psionics were burned out of their brains by the fury of the power of destruction, and even the great demons of terror were shocked by the thunderous fury of the blood god.

Yes, this is undoubtedly a prey on the jaws of the tiger—the Lord of Change has probed his scales and feathers into the prey that should belong to the Skull Master.

Even in the chaotic subspace, this is an extremely rare event. Even the Lord of Humanity, who had long since taken his eyes away, also looked a little sideways, and perhaps in the humanity he still had today, he would still be a little surprised by the variables in the plan.

In this way, the terrifying gaze of the High Heavens focused on the chamber that had not yet been completely detached from the subspace.

The Father of Corruption showed some mercy to this lowly and pitiful soul, which had almost been washed away by the turbulent waves of the Supreme Heaven.

The Lord of Skulls is angry at the souls who have no courage and who come to this dark universe with endless horror.

The Prince of Joy bestowed a body of joy on this trembling and panicked soul, which was constantly imagining the future of pain and torment.

The Lord of Change has spoken blasphemous whispers to this lowly and noble soul whose mind still harbors distorted forbidden knowledge in the sea of minds.

Even the genetic prototypes that were incomparably strong in their infancy and could easily strangle a powerful warrior were still being melted by the blasphemous spiritual energy of the power of subspace in this turbulent torrent of souls, and they easily invaded and plundered the knowledge from the brains of otherworldly souls, and the depravity and rich emotions contained in them were even more surprising.

Until the cold and dazzling golden light completely dispelled the aura of depravity, about to ascend to become a slave of the gods.

He watched everything indifferently, and only at the most critical moment did he take a moment out of his endless busyness to deal with the corruption that his heir had ushered in too soon—perhaps the price of this moment would be compensated for by hundreds of years, even though he had discussed with the Palm Sealer about the doomed and inevitable collapse of the future... But he couldn't watch with his own eyes that a slave of chaos was about to be born from his offspring.

Even if the existence forged by chaos will be divided into the 'other side', even if it will bring endless desecration and slaughter to the future of Honkai.

At the very least, his remaining humanity will not allow him to ignore a tool that is still useful for the time being.

The scorching psionic energy of the Lord of Humanity that was enough to ignite the beacon of the starry sky dispelled the blasphemous purple mist that haunted Subject Twelve, and in the sea of subspace filled with scorching waves, the originally strong and healthy baby boy was now transformed into a baby girl—but that strength has not diminished, that bravery has not diminished, and the artwork carved by the Lord of Mankind himself has not been substantially destroyed, but has been modified by the power from the subspace to modify its appearance and soul.

The Emperor didn't care about the meaning, he could still discern at a glance the gentle subspace essence of the baby girl.

[That's enough.] 】

He didn't feel any regret or joy. The Lord of Mankind does need to cherish certain tools and currencies - but he never hesitates to use them for a moment when they can be consumed.

Even if it would be the only daughter of his twenty-one sons, even if it would be a natural leader who would connect the hearts of warriors, share fears, and share courage.

The genetic seed from Twelve had already established several Dalian warriors, and all he needed was this 'tool' to be sharp enough for the upcoming Great Expedition.

Evil and contented laughter echoed in the subspace, and even though the intervention of the Lord of Humanity made a slight change in the chess game, the four gods seemed to have completed their contented layout - there was no concept of future and past in the hazy curtain of subspace, and they knew the beginning and end of the story from beginning to end.

The emperor's gaze converged with that of the palm seal beside him, and they did not express any emotion. They have a long idea of where the future will go, and their only enemy is time.

They continued their work and busyness in silence, as if the treacherous change had never happened.

Because their gaze has long since crossed the curtain of reality and the sea of souls to see everything.

In that decaying and dark future, the war that spreads across the galaxy continues—several corrupt and depraved figures never leave the chess game, and the currency called humanity is still being consumed at the rate of the Ganges sand.

This is far from the end, and this is not even the beginning of the end. This is just the end of the beginning.

From beginning to end, the Emperor of Mankind has been alone atop this dilapidated giant warship in his Imperial Dream.

For tens of thousands of years, it hasn't changed.

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