The white barn was filled with a myriad of high-tech things that could faintly be seen in the shape of sickles and pitchforks, and agricultural tools used by a single person to harvest genetically modified food that was extremely productive but had a large or extremely hard body.

In fact, after human beings stepped into the universe, in order to provide the worst world with the best food for human beings, the abuse of genetic programming technology was even quite dangerous, which also made the DNA difference between today's human beings and Gutera humans.

However, even in today's empire, the main livestock is still the rough-skinned Golomon, and it is not even sacrificed to breed it with this irritable method that requires lobotomy and then embedding chips, also because there are very few beautiful environments like Earth in the universe.

So it was obvious that the farming tools here were not outrageous, and Alan Baier stepped forward, the farming tools here were probably a stick that was not thick or thin with strange blades or pointed ends, but it didn't feel right when he held it, it had a button like a chainsaw sword.

He pressed the button, and the scythe at the tip of the farm tool glowed, the blue stance of destruction familiar to him, as several similar weapons had been found in Karui City, and were still among the treasures of the Regiment.

Thousands of handles, rich ... This is why Alan Bair came out alone, here is neither the Imperial world found them nor used the power of the Empire, it belongs to his personal adventure, as long as he goes back to tell the soldiers the location, and takes out a few throne coins to "hire" can be obtained in his personal name.

Even if the empire messes around, it can only pay 10% of the entire eleventh tax, and there is no such bastard thing as being licked and kowtowed by the oil guy, after all, the emperor's people and the emperor's materials or imperial money are not used in the whole process.

Although Alan Barr is also the Emperor's, the Emperor's empire has no ability to demand it from him.

He dared to take risks for this, after all, people die for money, birds die for food, and the benefits of Dark Age technology are enough for him to try, and bringing soldiers here will also increase the possibility of his companions being tainted by subspace.

Maybe the essence of this is that Alan Bair is worried that the person he knows will become crazy and take risks again, but he just thinks he is selfish...

But that joy could not be contained, he shouted. "Power scythe, power pitchfork!"

I was excited, but I realized that the power weapons I often used were different from those used by the Empire... I don't know if the output will be reduced.

Alan Bair was also a natural gold lieutenant, and various Dark Age relics revolved around him during his service.

What the oil guy hadn't dug up in his life, he could give an Imperial infantry regiment a quick one.

But this is a dark subspace area after all, and you have to hurry back after putting down the portable source you carry with you and using another string as a marker.

In such a strange place, only inanimate things can ensure safety, signals and living people cannot help but distort, and even the concept of time itself is beginning to blur, and Alan Baier does not dare to stay for too long.

Carrying soldiers in such a place only increases the chances of someone being tainted by the subspace, but once characters like Astarte and the Psionics call on them, the Empire will inevitably investigate what they have acquired.

According to the character of the imperial bureaucracy, the Imperial Guard will not be used without one hundred and eighty years, and even if it is not used, it will probably be for Astarte.

Thinking about it like this, his Imperial Colonel-level official took risks for a few scythes, and the current human race is really cheap...

Ellabar picked up a power scythe, but the blue blade and the white jade handle quickly dispelled his thoughts, with this thing in his hand, all bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods had to crawl.

He opened the destructive stance of the power scythe, the humming of the servo was pleasant, he found an unlucky subspace entity in the room, and slashed at the eye-catching thing, as an Imperial officer, he would also be forced to train in swordsmanship in his spare time, although he did not have much skill, and his strength was not bad.

Only the unique sound of breaking through the sky and carrying a destructive stance was heard, and the entire subspace entity was reduced to two halves.

Such a weak thing is in the physical universe, it's just a nightmare for someone, as long as a firm emperor believer will not be afraid of it, but if this thing appears in the nest, it will definitely become a disaster, and the idealistic thing can't be explained, probably the weak pull out the knife to the weaker?

But the power weapon plus the will of the Imperial Lieutenant Colonel tore apart this pitiful thing in an instant, of course, for the Empire, such a heresy is not pitiful.

"Sharp blades, absolute sharp blades, it seems that they can be charged with promethium." After saying that, the excitement passed, and Alan Baier felt a sting in his mind again, and the prophecy from the subspace became more and more powerful, and the image of the cruel planet being burned and torn apart flashed.

"The Emperor... Damn it. He realized that he was not superhuman either, that those things were still entering his mind bit by bit, and that was the case in the subspace, that intelligent beings were destined to be connected to them, no matter how strong your will and soul were, you couldn't change it.

He couldn't stay here for long, and those happiness came and went away quickly, and as long as he was in the blurred place of subspace and reality, he couldn't avoid corruption, not to mention that as a time-traveler, he knew a lot of secrets.

The journey back to the city began, this time without much stop, and the ship was still in material time, but as it was exposed to the evil spirit for longer and longer, the golden threads that continued seemed to be twisted and became endless.

At some point, red blood flowed from his nose and began to tick, and there was an ethereal voice in his ears, but the determined Imperial officer understood that it was all a subspace trick, and his senses were pulled apart, but as long as he returned to the shelter of the psionics, to the weak visual sorcery that was projected on the physical universe with psionic energy, he was safe.

The pace will not slow down, those things are not yet able to control his body, the will is still strong, as long as his actions are still for the sake of countless humans, the wreck feels his actions, and the thing that has been immersed in subspace for thousands of years has long forgotten why it exists.

Soon, the illusion dissipated, the tiredness was gone, and the silk thread gradually led Alan Baier to the lower deck of the battleship, not far from returning to safety, and he returned with a full load...

As he walked, Alan Bair realized that something was wrong, and that at the end it was not a familiar path, but a damn subspace entity holding the end of a silk thread...

It had a scythe, probably the unconscious action that cut through the silk thread and let the thread hang on its blade all the way, and in general, he was lost, in the terrible twisted wreck.

"You heretic!" Rage, the rage that had been completely shattered by his own plan turned into a scorching shot that spilled on the twisted head of the thing until it was shattered in the flesh of the real universe, and it was no longer recognizable.

But what now? Alan Baier sat weakly inside the normal-looking battleship, the cold ancient metal was still full of power, the terrifying machine spirit sang in his ears, despair broke his will in an instant, he couldn't help but think.

He has defeated traitors, orcs, and gene stealers, protected the empire again and again, and even faced the subspace, but now he is going to die in this place, a place full of the smell of orcs, because the silk thread he is carrying is not cut off.

He sighed, smiled wryly, and asked him what were you doing in a whisper in his ear, and the images that flashed in his mind told him that this was the end.

In this dark and dark universe, the fortieth millennium of mankind, in this universe filled with war and death, murder, violence, disease, desire, are always there, and the hope of humanity, the continuation of civilization, is fragile.

No good thing will happen in this bad place... He knew early in the morning that the cold was beginning to take away the strength of the Imperial Guard Lieutenant Colonel, and his low thoughts had the subspace creatures entrenched around him, waiting to devour the flesh of mortals.

Once the will is thin, the flame of the soul flickers and darkens, and in front of those things, it is food, the twisted bodies of those monsters approach, and the hideous things gather into all kinds of disgusting inhuman thoughts, and in the subspace, the bright star-like light of the lieutenant colonel also begins to fade.

It wasn't until half-asleep, half-awakened, that it was the beetle used by Katachan, the damned sound of a click, which Alan Baier would never forget, and the warmth of the forest creeping back into his body.

Then the non-monster's palm slapped on his shoulder. "Captain, what are you doing, the greenskins haven't been cleaned up yet, let's move on."

It was bronze, heavy, muscular, and that flashing Katachan blade, and then...

The Position of Destruction flashed through the space, and the subspace monsters turned into two pieces, fell to the ground, and scattered tremblingly, and Alan Bair got up.

"Yes, yes, I still need to continue to serve, Lieutenant Colonel, long time no see." He spoke to the air, but it was rare to find his own will, and was it the help of a firm soul in the weak crevices of subspace and reality, or his will to live, his will to live through countless wars?

He couldn't tell the difference, and he didn't need to tell clearly, he continued to walk through the dark and lightless battleship, just like the human empire walking in a hopeless universe, only the traces of war and death told him to move forward.

This world is cruel, but civilization and humanity will not be restrained, from the long sub-light speed to decades and hundreds of years of travel that dragged humanity into despair, to the invention of Geller's position, the realization of subspace travel, and then the emperor standing on the sacred Terra, human beings have come step by step, and there is no fear.

Those subspace monsters can only make a detour at the moment, those twisted things can only be feared, but the evil things are still hindering the lieutenant colonel, when he walks with smoke on his toes, I don't know how much time has passed, Alan Baier, who took off his military boots to dissipate heat, looked at this huge room, he was very familiar.

The command point, the screen, the reporter or something, are very different from the battleships of the Empire, but the position of the foundation has not changed, here is the bridge, he seems to have gone wrong, but the position he relies on here to plan the road...

No, the machine spirit here wants him to die here with it, for it is too short for a human to live for decades, even if Alan Bair can find food and water, clothes and flames, and even those subspace monsters who are used to it will not be able to escape from here, the result will be the same.

Want to despair again?

No way.

He was frantically searching for things, all sorts of strange instruments for solo use, the personal hobbies of the fleet members, strange magazines of a bit of color, dashboards, compasses, navigators' hoods, all sorts of messes.

Until he leaned weakly on the command point and prayed to the emperor. "Emperor, I didn't trust you once, and to be honest, my soul should be as old as you, but in the endless and brutal battlefield, I realized that no one can survive without faith."

"I'm a utilitarian guy, not a fanatic, I believe in technology, I want change, I love adventure, and the virtues of humanity before the fall are here."

"And this universe is stripping me of everything, leaving the few that can be called human, war, death, sacrifice."

"The gods are laughing, the darkness is continuous, my brothers and sisters are dying mercilessly, my victory seems to be non-existent, and the subspace whispers incessantly, making people wonder, are you still there?"

"I can't understand why they trust so much in miracles they haven't seen in their lives, until I've won one victory at a time, people need an explanation, and I choose you."

"I think I'm an egoist, Emperor, I don't want to be saved, but without me, I can't win here, it's not that I'm talking about it, but everyone needs me."

"Sweat" dripped in the eyes of the lieutenant colonel, it was because of loneliness or fear, no, because of disappointment, in this dark universe, someone has to do their job, and in such a place, disappointment and betrayal are the greatest sins, and now he has become a sinner.

Among the emperor's heirs, the bodily fluids that had not been shed at the time of his siblings' deaths ticked on the compass at the command point, and the lumen lanterns flickered because of the lack of promethium, and until the hope was extinguished, he found that his "sweat" had slipped off the wrong track.

"Huh?" He wiped his eyes dry. "Emperor, Emperor!" He looked down excitedly at the traces that something was wrong, and the "sweat" went in? Got a dark grid?

He raised his power scythe and slammed it, the Destruction Stance and the Dark Ages engineering materials slicing a terrifying glow, and then the Dark Grid cracked, dropping out a strangely clean white triangular badge and a dusty one-page instruction manual.

It reads.

[Nock series of experimental psionic shielding devices, extracted from the owners of special variant genes, can be started with most energy sources, such as electricity, fuel oil, heat, etc., and after starting, shielding psionic signals according to the energy output. Side effects include but are not limited to, emitting a foul odor, being disgusting, becoming unsightly, etc., but returning to normal after being turned off. 】

Alan Baier watched it for a long time... Untouchable?!

He immediately pressed the badge on his chest, and then constantly followed the instructions of the instruction manual to activate with strong thoughts...

"There is energy... There is energy, the emperor blesses, there must be energy! ”

After a few moments, the thing glowed, and then Alan Bair saw that all the disgusting subspace things were gone... The subspace entities that followed him like a shadow, wanting to eat his flesh and soul were gone!

"God Emperor, I am your own son! You're not that good with Magnus! ”

Alan Baier laughed, then saw the red light that indicated that the power was out of power began to flash, and then, for the first time, he knew that he could run so fast...

(End of chapter)