"Give the 4 Star God Fragments to the Marshal together, he will be very happy, right?"

Grey Wind happily wondered how Russell would reward himself when the time came, and the high-ranking monks of the Order of Truth entered the lighthouse with the extradimensional time cage generator at her notice, and the CD of the Vortaum Reality Perforator had been reset by the Ring Principle.

They were ready to hold the Star God Fragments.

As the runes on the black stone tombstone turned from green to white, the data wires and psionic chains wrapped around the black sarcophagus were disconnected.

Suddenly, everything was silent.

Everyone present heard a distant sigh at the same time, with the vicissitudes and relief of endless years, as if an old man had come to them through endless infinite time, lamenting the ruthless changes of the universe.

The black sarcophagus shook violently, and from the open gap, an illusory palm between the visible and the invisible stretched out, which was the star god who controlled the power of time......

It is now the 38th year of the 40th millennium.

[Ruler Zahurash], unveiled the coffin.

Gray Wind's soft palm has been placed on the Vatorium's reality permeability, and the psionic and spirit banshees in the archaeological team are also ready to launch psionic spells against this material god, and a clash between mortal techniques and the power of the gods is about to break out.

Then God was gone.

At the moment when the black sarcophagus had just shattered and the ruler's arm was sticking out of the coffin, behind Grey Wind, the time weapon 'Ring Principle' that she had wrapped around her tail suddenly began to function on its own without any human interference.

After that long and vicissitudes of ancient sighs, everyone present heard an incomparably sharp and miserable howl, and the extreme pain contained in this wail was directly imprinted in the soul of the creature, and it did not disperse for a long time.

Gray Wind blinked, and only an empty coffin was left in front of him, and the Star God Fragment in the sarcophagus was gone.

"Did Zahurash escape?" Grey Wind was a little confused.

She looked back and saw that the Ring was slowly turning, and the poems and prayers inscribed on it in praise of the Worm of Time flickered slightly.

"No, it's not running away."

Only then did Gray Wind come to his senses: "Yes, it was eaten?" ”

The high-ranking monks who were about to activate the extradimensional time cage were stunned in place, they were still confused about what had just happened, and then they saw Gray Wind with his hands on his hips, his eyebrows raised, and said to the ring behind him: "That's the gift I want to give to the marshal, how can you eat it directly?" It's so rude......"

Before everyone could realize who Grey Wind was talking to, suddenly, an ethereal, gentle, transparent voice from the end of the abyss sounded directly in everyone's brain:

"After you give him the fragment of Zahurash, he will pass it on to me...... The process is not always that important and can sometimes be skipped appropriately. ”

Grey Wind frowned, "How did you know that he would give you the fragments of Zahulash?" ”

"Because I saw it." The Worm of Time said softly in his veil-like tone, "I saw it when Tarasin stole the transcription. ”

Gray Wind sighed helplessly, "I really can't help you. ”

Thanks to the devouring of the Star God Shard, which represents the laws of time in this universe, the Time Worm can now communicate directly with the child he loves.

"Ash, can I ask you to find more fragments of Zahurash for me?" The gentle voice of the insect of time was like a piece of weightless silk, gently brushing his heart: "I will give you a gift." ”

"I, I'll have to ask the marshal......" Grey Wind was a little tangled.

"He's already agreed."

"What you promised in the future doesn't count now!" Gray Wind was furious, "You don't always use the sword of the future to behead the officials of the present dynasty!" ”

"Okay......" The Worm of Time was aggrieved.

The scholars of the archaeological team looked at each other.

After tossing and turning, and finally getting nothing, Grey Wind left the Order's archaeological team and escort fleet in Sosa to continue excavating and studying the remains of the Pharos Lighthouse.

Her own ontological Gray Gu mothership, carrying an extradimensional time cage imprisoned with 3 Star God Fragments, jumped directly to the Connor system in the Great Otlama Star Domain, and returned to Falla through the stargate there.

The current Falla and Grey Wind were very different from each other when they first came to this universe, and all aspects, whether it were the economy, transportation, humanities, or other aspects, were already different from the original remote and desolate border galaxy.

But the biggest difference between Falla today and its past, and the most obvious difference, is the starry sky overhead.

Standing on the field of Falla and looking up at the sky, the starlight in the night sky was much, much thinner than before, and large black fields were frozen in the night sky, and occasionally a few bright stars emitted starlight that could not dispel the empty darkness around them.

With the help of time technology, the Order of Truth has gone berserk and completely drained and extinguished almost all the stars in the northern belt of the Far Eastern Star Domain over the course of a few decades, and the stars that still hang in the night sky of Falla are some distant stars located at least a few hundred light-years away.

The stars are long gone, and we stand on the ground and look up at the starry sky, seeing what they looked like hundreds of years ago.

Many people in the Human Empire don't understand the actions of the Bulletiners, and why the Order of Truth uses such brutal methods to extract its own resources in order to build enough fleets to launch a sweep against the aliens of the entire galaxy.

Their doubts are destined to go unanswered.

The Bulletist never reveals his heart to anyone, no one knows what he is thinking, no one understands his true purpose.

Except for Grey Wind.

The Grey Gu Mothership first came to Falla through the Connaught Star Gate, and then turned around at Falla's Imperial Icon to the Black Hole Horizon where the Quiet Black Domain Shipyard was located.

The edge of the vast black hole horizon, within a gravitational equilibrium point that no instrument can detect, is where another gate is located.

Through this stargate, the Gray Gu Mothership directly entered the body of the Lord of the King's Landing Taixu anchored in the depths of the network, above the original site of the Dark City of Comoros.

And in the belly of the Juggernaut hides another independent stargate, which leads to the miniature galaxy.

In the 38th year of the 40th millennium, the army of the Human Federation is still searching for traces of the Aydarin and the space necromancers all over the galaxy, and the nest planets and industrial hubs in the Far Eastern Star Domain continue to operate, providing strong logistics support for this galaxy-scale security war.

However, neither the Aeldari nor the Space Necrons knew that the true center of this vast war engulfing the galaxy was not in the galaxy, but in a second battlefield called the 'Miniature Galaxy'.

"Destroy the 'belligerent C', conquer the miniature galaxy, and seize full control of the miniature universe. This is the real purpose of the marshal. ”

The gray Gu mothership passed through the stargate in the master's body, and the words Russell said back then echoed in the consciousness center:

"Logistics is the foundation of war, and no matter how much information is blocked, the mobilization of war and the operation of the industrial machine required to wage a large-scale war cannot be completely concealed.

Once the war machine of the Human Federation is in operation, other forces will inevitably get the news, especially the Elves who once obtained the miniature galaxy, and now that they have been protected by the end of reincarnation, the Spirits are likely to extrapolate and predict our true actions from the clues. ”

So how do you perfectly hide a large-scale war on the scale of a star field?

The answer is to wage a war on a much larger scale.

Big enough to ignite the entire galaxy.

(End of chapter)