In the midst of the refutation and rebuttal, in addition to the three people present, some more people appeared.

But they were not those enemies in the Tzeentchy Demon Domain that Qin Mo imagined, but some men and women, old and young, women and children whose bodies were as withered as old trees.

Seeing these people who looked like dried corpses, Qin Mo's first thought was the monks he had seen cultivating ancient sects on the earth, who were pursuing a higher spiritual state because of their shocking penance, and their bodies were like dried corpses.

The corpses gathered on the throne, so numerous that they could not be seen as far as they could see, and they were crowded with people.

Adults hold children, and young people drag old people.

With smiles on their faces, the corpses converged toward the throne and the crowd fell to their knees.

The focus of all the dry corpse people's eyes was on Qin Mo.

"You have a greater soul power, a more powerful soul trait, and it only takes a small ritual and your will to form an unimaginable interference with the Supreme Heaven!"

"Sit on, destroy Vashtor's web, twist its coveted godhead, and join the great game to compete with the gods!"

"This is the gift of the Lord of Change!"

Carlos' truth-telling head is still chattering.

Holding the Emperor's Sword, Killiman used his psionic energy to ignite the blade and slash at Carlos' corpse.

The psionic carrier dissipated, and Carlos' whispers disappeared completely.

Kiriman immediately looked at the throne at the apex of the Crystal Road, as well as his best friends next to the throne, and subconsciously rushed towards the Crystal Road.

Vic was already one step ahead of him.

Thrall hurriedly inquired about the Prophet's soul, but the Prophet's soul did not foresee the specific situation and had no solution, but only gave Sal a revelation "according to his will".

And Qin Mo, he looked at the throne in a daze.

This throne establishes some kind of spiritual connection with him, which is not deep into the soul level, nor is it the communication between psionics, but similar to the exchange of brain waves.

Every step closer to the throne could make Killiman hear the threat that shook his soul, but Qin Mo couldn't hear those psionic threats.

The throne had its own consciousness, claiming to Qin Mo that it had been created by one of the oldest races, and that race had been born before the birth of the Ancient Saints and the Fear of the Dead.

The ancient race established the first empire of the real universe, and this firstness gave it concepts such as authority and dominance.

And that extremely ancient empire, what they are good at is brain science, which is why it can communicate with Qin Mo in a way that is neither psionic nor pure matter.

Other than that......

It wants to have a real owner for itself.

"You want me to have it?" Qin Mo stretched out his hand to touch the throne, "Why?" ”

"Because you want to." The throne replied, "I can sense your desire, I can fulfill it, and you know I can." ”

Qin Mo instantly felt a large amount of information pouring into his mind, like information implantation.

He knew what he could do with the throne, and the will of the throne itself.

The will of the throne is to obey.

Qin Mo also learned that if he volunteered to sit on it, he would get everything he wanted.

The Tyrone Sector will no longer be a Sector, which is a matter of course, as it does not actually listen to the orders of the Human Empire in the first place, and it is only called the Sector because it has not yet broken out a species civil war with the Human Empire.

And this new kingdom will reach the pinnacle of prosperity in an instant, and this prosperity will last forever.

The human race, as its people, will also be forever happy and eternally existent, both in life and after death.

Vashtor will no longer be a god, for the Lord of the East in the High Heaven will cease to be a malevolent skill, and will be distorted into a new godhead, the Endless Dominion.

Vashtor would lose his channel, as the psionic tremor from the successful ascension would be enough to destroy everything that this secondary god had worked so hard to build up to now.

And he will have unimaginable power after his ascension, just as he saw the conceptual storm of Tzeentch and Nurgle invading each other in the Demon Domain of Nurgle, he will also become a new kind of storm, and using the power of subspace to kill the measured god will no longer be an unattainable idea.

All this can be achieved not because of the throne, which is only a vehicle of will, a tool.

Tzeentch's untold power and willingness to intervene in this crystal realm, with one tool, will no longer be a luxury, but a reality.

Eliminating the threat of the four gods and allowing mankind to survive and prosper is Qin Mo's will, and he has fought for this until now.

And now his will is at his fingertips, all he needs is to move his ass.

Bang –

A blaster exploded on the throne.

The throne was not damaged in any way, and Qin Mo looked back at Kiliman, who had fired the explosive bomb.

"Don't ......" Kiliman already vaguely felt the purpose of the throne, and he felt as if he knew everything as the aetheric torrents summoned by the various ritual nodes entrenched all around.

So he persuaded.

Qin Mo turned to look at Kiliman, without saying a word, his body slowly leaned back, and sat on the throne.

Killiman felt himself being poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, and his whole body was cold.

The desolation that goes deep into the soul and marrow is followed by fury.

Killiman roared and raised the Emperor's Sword and rushed towards Qin Mo.

But the power unleashed by the throne that was different from psionic and material held Kiliman in place.

Vic and the others were similarly affected, and Sal's Titans all fell to their knees under pressure.

"No...... Don't ......" Kiriman and Qin Mo looked at each other, seeing the coldness and majesty in his eyes, "You said before that we were like brothers who were punished to clean the toilet together, we said that we would make humanity prosperous together, and together we would accomplish something that even my father could not complete, but you succumbed to the power of destruction, and succumbed to your shortest shortcut to achieve your goal!" ”

Qin Mo was expressionless and silent, he leaned against the throne, his gaze moved down, and he thought about it.

From his languid and cold attitude, Killiman saw in a trance, the cold-blooded face of his father that his father would have shown in front of everyone 10,000 years ago, like the embodiment of the word tyrant.

"Kill him." Killiman suddenly heard his father's voice.

Oppressed by forces other than material and psionic powers, Killiman felt his father, King Connor, appear beside him and take his sword-wielding hand.

In a trance, the figure of King Connaught became the emperor again.

"Kill him."

Killiman raised the Emperor's Sword, either actively or passively, and threw it with a roar.

The Emperor's Sword flew towards the throne instead of Qin Mo himself, but halfway through, as Qin Mo raised his finger and said, "Stop", the Emperor's Sword fell to the ground.

"Robott Kiliman."

Qin Mo spoke.

"You ......"

His voice created wind pressure around him.

It's as if every word contains the power of terror.

"Robott, you're going to be taller than Ryan."

It seems that the words follow the law,

Killiman's body suddenly became more muscular and taller, surpassing Ryan El Johnson.

He raised his head blankly and saw a smile suddenly appear on Qin Mo's face.

"You're not going to be a head short of Ryan anymore."

(End of chapter)