Badr is a student at the Psionic Academy, coming from an ordinary agricultural world.

According to the Empire's rules for psykers, beings like him should be kept under control, either waiting to be used as firewood for the torch of the Holy Terra in a black ship, or having their brains lobened and become a tool that cannot think.

Only a handful of gifted people are worth grooming, and are fortunate enough to be assigned to serve in the various departments of the Empire.

Luckily, however, the new Maelstrom Envoy gave him a new opportunity to enjoy his youth in the academy like a normal child.

To this day, whenever Badr thinks about it, it still feels like a dream.

Together with other peers who have the same fate, he learns knowledge and mastery here, lives a very regular life, even has holidays and subsidies, and the teachers and everyone are very kind.

Of course, not everyone is very kind, and there are guys among his peers who don't deal with him.

Again, this does not mean that his future will be smooth sailing, and they will have to face all kinds of darkness in the galaxy in the future.

"The Psykers are the next stage in the normal evolution of humanity, and you deserve to be the pioneers of this race, but it is also because of your dazzling talents that the demons of the subspace covet that you have become a time bomb of unrest in the Empire - hurting both yourself and others. Therefore, what the academy needs to do is to let you grow up in a relatively safe environment, so as to gain enough strength to protect yourself in the face of chaos. ”

The Lord is a very casual person, who treats them as equals, and is completely different from the big man in Badr's impression, so Badr is very fond of his weekly public classes.

"So how far do we have to grow to have enough power to protect ourselves?" At the first public class, Badr asked the envoy of the festival.

"Well, it's almost the same as picking up an ordinary big demon."

The large maelstrom knots on the podium thought for a moment, and then switched to the picture on the big screen, bringing up the figure of a bloodthirsty madman.

This scared the students present enough.

The festival makes the adults not know to hide a little, and protect their young hearts.

With such a huge size and such brutal power, it inevitably makes people wonder, is it really an existence that humans can defeat?

"You don't have to worry, the chances of encountering the Great Demon are really rare and rare, not to mention that you don't have to face him alone." The Lord replied lightly.

Still, there is a lot of fear about the fate of the future.

And in order to allow the students to summon up the courage to face those terrifying enemies, the Jiedu made the adults think of a lot of ways in the following days.

Last week's public class, for example, was about watching a video on the daily life of a Death Guard.

In the blighted garden, full of scabs and blight, lurks a giant lake of filth.

A large amount of yellow-brown feces and urine piled up like swamp sludge, and dense maggots wriggled back and forth in it.

Known as the most unclean place in the universe, Tianzi No. 1 septic tank.

Even through the screen, the students present seemed to be able to smell the stench, and many even vomited on the spot.

And next to the lake, a group of Death Defender Warriors are ready to try.

They were the most illustrious warriors of the Legion, their bodies twisted and festering like impressions, their power armor rusted and rotten, and their skin covered in tumors and acne.

But that doesn't detract from their zest for life, even the Slaves of Darkness have to have some fun on weekdays.

It was only when the video footage showed the crowd of onlookers, the unclean people lying on beach chairs, wearing black sunglasses and holding drinks in their hands, that the students realized what was about to happen.

As Nurgle rings the gong as a signal, the Death Guards take the form of athletes, leaping into the dung pit, using butterfly strokes to expel the feces and urine, and diving through the filth, vowing to compete in this filthy realm.

And the most eye-catching among them is naturally Taiphons, who is the commander of the first company of the death guard.

The Divine Choice of Nurgle is like a whirlwind in the mountain, a dragon in the dung sea, splashing everywhere it passes, the lake is agitated, countless bubbles release a large amount of foul-smelling swamp gas, and the vigorous figure of a company leader is bathed in this yellow-brown filth far ahead, leaving the other compatriots far behind.

He was the undisputed winner, once again claiming the title of this tournament.

Typhonse stood on the glorious podium, receiving the praise and blessings of the demon and his companions, and the father of the rain next to him duly presented him with the winner's prize, a pot of freshly baked Nurgle soup.

The company commander took the thick soup with a smile and drank it all in one go.

The thick, green, filthy liquid poured into Typhons' mouth and leaked out of the big mouth on his belly, making the demons around him laugh, and the scene was joyful and peaceful.

However, unlike the beauty shown in the video, the students who watched the video felt as if their eyes were raped.

The mind is defiled, and the soul is no longer pure.

Some people vomited all the bile, lost their appetite for food in the following weeks, and a few even more exaggerated contracted a serious cleanliness habit, and the disinfection kit never left their hands.

"If any of you want to throw dirt, it's time to start practicing the manure butterfly, and you should have enough time to prepare for the next competition."

The festival on the podium makes it not a big deal for adults to watch the excitement, and I don't know how to comfort everyone.

Anyway, is there anyone who would accept that kind of thing from the bottom of their hearts? The power of chaos is indeed capable of distorting everything about people beyond recognition.

There is also a public class last week, the content is related to the god of blood, and the clowns in flowery clothes lead the drama, the name is "The Drunken Princess of Horror".

The clowns' performances are more abstract, their movements are bewitching, and their makeup is exaggerated, and everyone can barely understand the poems written by adults only when they are paired with the upper stanza.

It probably means that the old pervert of the blood god has been looking for beauty, and he has been in power for many years but he can't find the object he likes. (The blood god is heavy and thinks about the country, and Yuyu can't ask for it for many years)

There is a little girl in the Black Wolf tribe who has just grown up, and has unimaginable bravery and courage. (The wolf family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is trying to pull out the mountains and cover the world)

The little girl named Valkia eventually entered the palace and became a cruel concubine, a collection of thousands of favors. Since then, the blood god has abandoned the government, never descended from the brass throne again, and died drunk day and night. (Once chosen on the side of the blood god, the blood god will not be early from now on)

It wasn't until the news of the Maelstrom Rebellion came and shook the entire Blood God Realm that everyone realized that the catastrophe was coming.

The soldiers believed that Valkia was the source of all unrest and demanded that it be eliminated before they were willing to send troops to quell the rebellion.

Even if the blood god who was forcibly forced into the palace had a thousand reluctances and helplessness, he could only hang his beloved concubine with tears.

What sorrow, how desolation.

is afraid of abuse, and there is no way to protect the woman he loves.

is the so-called amorous hatred since ancient times, and this hatred lasts forever.

"This story tells us that women only affect how quickly a warrior draws his sword, and even those who are as strong as fear cannot escape this law." The festival made the adult explain in a serious way.

The dignified blood god actually made such a thing of being forced into the palace by his subordinates, but it was because of a woman.

Although everyone suspected him of nonsense, no evidence could be found.

The knots make the brain circuits of adults always so strange.

As for today's open class, just when everyone was looking forward to what the Jie Du Envoy would do for them, they unexpectedly encountered the normal content - the Jie Du Envoy handed all the students a black piece the size of a fingernail and asked everyone to make it into a talisman.

(End of chapter)