Witnessing the verbal exchange, Kiliman was silent, tears streaming from under his heavy helmet.

There is the joy of the rest of the life, there is sighing, and there is also rejoicing......

When the Emperor's Sword was thrown, aimed not at Qin Mo himself but at the throne, Kiliman had the expectation that his best friend would not fall and would not succumb to the forces of destruction.

That seems to be the case today.

Qin Mo had already seen it, and he no longer wondered if he could build an eternal empire.

As he sat on the throne, he asked himself why he wanted his work to prosper forever.

Because prosperity and strength mean stability, it means that the Tyrone and the future human beings will not return to the age of ignorance and darkness, and will no longer hide in the corner like a tormented and hungry cat, fearing and furry about everything in sight.

Eternal prosperity and power are means, not ends.

And if eternal prosperity and strength cannot be realized, Qin Mo can also be calm, what he cares about is the human race itself, and all the same kind that he sees or knows with his eyes.

“……”

Tzeentch also paused for a moment.

A moment later, the laughter that the storm gathered shattered the radio device of Qin Mo and Kiliman's armor.

It wasn't a "haha" laugh, but the roar of a storm and an aetheric torrent.

But even Qin Mo, who couldn't perceive psionic energy because he refused to accept the influence of psionic energy, could understand the smile in the roar.

"What a change! What fun! ”

"Praise the change!"

Hellstorm evolved into a hideous smiling face.

Just as Qin Mo couldn't make Slaanese feel pain by pinching his neck and slapping him, he couldn't anger Tzeentch with a planned failure, failure itself was a change.

"Believe it or not, it's the ...... of the plan"

When he heard Tzeentch speak again, Qin Mo interrupted its babbling with a loud shout.

"Silence!"

The power unleashed by the throne instantly dispelled Tzeentch's projection in the current realm.

The crystal realm began to crumble, and the torrent of ether captured in Vic's eyes gradually dissipated, which indeed drew the power of Tzeentch, and the ritual that was considered to have successfully completed the mission naturally dissipated completely.

Vashtor replaces the previous environment with the abominable network created by the Discord Engine.

The terrible coercion has long since dissipated.

Killiman took off his helmet and looked at Qin Mo, so excited that he couldn't speak.

"Ha, Vashtor really can't become a god." Qin Mo patted the armrest of the Black Throne, "Although I almost became the destructive power that I hate the most, at least there will not be an evil god in the future that will enhance it even with the development of technology." ”

"It deserves it." Kiliman nodded vigorously.

Then, the original looked at Vic to the side.

At the moment when Qin Mo sat on the throne, Kiriman still felt that something was wrong.

He even thought that this Bick was the great demon created by Qin Mo after he became an evil god, but now it seems that it is not.

"You demon doesn't have any expression on his face." Kiliman asked.

"What just happened is no suspense for me." Vic spread his hands, "Otherwise, I'll see a god of endless domination in subspace." ”

Kiriman thought to himself, you didn't say it sooner.

"Guys." Thrall, who controlled the Titan, sensed the flow of psionic energy, "The Lord of Change has just been infused with a huge amount of psionic energy to assist the Lord of Tyrone to ascend to the gods, but now those psionic energies are gone......"

"Psionic powers don't disappear for no reason." Qin Mo looked into the distance, "When I dispelled the evil god projection, I directed my spiritual energy somewhere in the subspace...... Under the throne of the Demon Domain, if I want to measure the Sadistic in the future, I don't need to fight his demon army to get to its location. ”

Kiriman didn't know what effect Qin Mo had said about projecting psionic energy under the Throne of Sadism, but a worry in his heart dissipated.

Both he and Qin Mo thought that measuring the Sadism of the Four Gods was a difficult undertaking, as the powers of the other three gods were relatively less inclined to fight, and the Demon Army of Sadism was strong enough if nothing else was discussed.

At least don't worry about it now.

Fighting the enemies of the real universe is a difficult and long-term business, and the most important thing at the moment is Vashtor.

"Please, Your Majesty, this throne should be useless." Killiman chuckled and bowed, "And we still have one more thing to deal with." ”

"No, this throne can't be discarded, it's useful." Qin Mo lowered his head and looked at the armrest of the throne.

Even if he removed the influence of Tzeentch, Qin Mo felt that this throne and himself were attracted to each other.

The throne is not tainted by Tzeentch, it was not forged by Tzeentch.

In the promotion ceremony just now, Qin Mo could clearly feel that his thoughts were projected by the throne in a long-term and in-depth way.

Although without the help of stronger and more psionic powers, it is certainly impossible to do things that distort the Godhead, but that does not mean that the throne is useless.

"I don't want to walk around the ugly nets that Vashtor has built anymore."

Qin Mo leaned back on the throne and looked ahead.

The environment of the four people changed, everything in front of them was constantly stretching and magnifying, and they had a feeling that they were not moving, but everything around them was moving.

Eventually, when this stretching and amplification stopped, the crowd was already in the subspace beyond the net.

Standing in the Aetheric Void, in front of you is the Dragon Forest Star.

The planet, built from the fragments of Caliban, is like the heart of a behemoth, connected to countless blood vessels.

And those veins entrenched in the current corner of subspace are the network channels opened up by the discordant engine.

"Vashtor and Tzeentch have teamed up to make me a power of destruction."

"If he is so willing, then I will bring him destruction."

Qin Mo's will was perceived and amplified by the throne.

A black flat circle appears in subspace, directly near the Dragon Grove.

The subspace entity that shaped Vic then floats out of the black plane.

It's growing visibly.

The previous factory that used the Ancient Saint Portable Barracks after Chaos to produce soul crystals was only a small part of that entity, the tip of the iceberg.

He still resembles a factory.

Giant smelting furnaces capture the aetheric energy of the subspace, producing countless amounts of metal in a twisting assembly line like blood vessels, which is processed into ironman parts by fabricator-like buildings and finally assembled.

It produces not only iron men like Vic, but also weapons and equipment.

The souls of the Tyrone Army, who had died in countless previous wars, stood in the clearing of the subspace entity, wearing power armor flowing with lava and lightning.

These souls are made up of human souls who still have a strong will to fight for the Lord of Tyrone after death, and various living war machines are placed on them.

Subspace entities aren't the only guests visiting Longlin.

Within the black flat circle, another thing gradually emerges.

It was clearly different from the subspace entity, and was a purely material product - the Leviathan Iron Mothership.

It was impossible for there to be coordinates in subspace for the Tyrone Navy warships or the Iron Motherships to sail faster than light, but now they had the exact coordinates and sailed directly into the subspace, after Qin Mo summoned them.

Even if they are in the subspace, these material iron men are not affected by the subspace and mutate.

(End of chapter)