The ship July Flower.

There was silence in the bridge hall.

Only the hum of machinery echoed.

The crowd that witnessed the Galactic Empire's victory could not say anything.

They just stared wide-eyed and mouth-open, as if they had been cast some kind of magic, and they were frozen in place.

I thought that the fall of the Galactic Empire was already a foregone conclusion.

Who would have thought that the final ending would be like this!!

The Galactic Empire came at the cost of the destruction of their Second Fleet.

Drop the Second Army into the Moon of War for ground melee combat.

With a tragic sacrifice, he paralyzed the Moon of War, and also eliminated the Sith Lord, and launched a gang jump war against other Sith warships, completely reversing the situation.

Due to the madness of the Second Legion of the Galactic Empire, the morale of the Sith army collapsed in battle.

When I got to the back, it was even more to the extent that I ran away from the wind, or I felt weak when I saw the flame flag.

Some of the Sith ships were destroyed by detonating reactors during the fighting between the two sides.

Some also fell into the hands of the Galactic Empire and became their trophies.

The remaining Sith ships are withdrawing from the system.

The Galactic Empire has won the final victory.

The whole thing is unbelievably magical.

All of them give people a sense of not being very real.

"What do you think? Your Excellency. Paul asked.

Bicona put away her shocked look and refocused her attention on the projection screen in front of her.

"What can I think? I'm standing and watching!! Where is the Chamber's fleet? ”

"According to the efficiency of the Blackstone Council, it is estimated that the assembly plan is still being discussed."

Paul's words left Bicona speechless.

It is true that options should still be discussed.

The efficiency of the Chamber of Commerce is really touching.

It's a good thing that I didn't get out, the Sith Empire has already lost so badly.

The Chamber of Commerce fleet is coming, and it is estimated that it will end the same.

"Send them a message, don't rally anymore. That kind of is just useless work, and the Chamber of Commerce fleet is also sent to death when it comes. Bikona lowered her voice and said, "I will restart negotiations with the Galactic Empire, and strive to let the Blackstone United Trade Chamber of Commerce join the Galactic Empire in a decent manner." ”

Hearing Bicona's words, Paul and the other members of the legation looked incredulous.

"You don't have a fever, do you? Your Excellency? The envoy official on the side asked, "If the Galactic Empire joins us, why should we join the Galactic Empire?" ”

"Because people can fight better than us, and their fists are bigger than us, why? Someone can blow up the asses of those old men in the council, why. ”

Bikona was a little speechless at the stupidity of her teammates.

Didn't you see that the Sith Empire had such a big advantage, and it was all collapsed alive?

Such a large month of war has fallen into the hands of the Galactic Empire.

What else can you ask why??

Is there paste in your brains?

"Such negotiations will certainly not have the support of parliament." Seeing Bikona, who was a little annoyed, the members of the envoys on the side lowered their voices and said, "Why don't we send a message to ask for opinions?" ”

"Then don't support it, anyway, the Andrau family will choose to join the Galactic Empire." Bikhona glanced at the many members of the legation, "You can do it yourself, and I will inform the council and my father of everything about this matter." You can negotiate with me or not. Anyway, I will negotiate on behalf of the Andrau family, and negotiate with the Galactic Empire on the condition that there are three planetary worlds in Lascaux, twenty-six satellite colonies, and a population of 160 billion. ”

"Are you crazy?"

Paul's eyes widened.

Shocked by the decision of this parliamentarian lady.

The Andraus are the family at the helm of the Lascaux system.

It is the leader of a group of Lascaux nobles.

Such negotiations will certainly be criticized.

Bicona swept over Paul and the other members of the legation and said in a serious tone.

"The Blackstone Chamber of Commerce can't defeat the Galactic Empire, even if the size of the Galactic Empire is still very small now, not even a fraction of the Blackstone Chamber of Commerce can be compared, and even the Void Defense has not been able to be built. But its power is obvious to all, it will rise in the galaxy at a great speed, and the fate of the Blackstone Union will be crushed. ”

"Then you don't need to join the Galactic Empire." Someone next to him lowered his voice and said, "Cooperation, or alliances can be." ”

"The Galactic Empire is still very weak, it has great technology, it has strong warriors, but the industrial capacity has not yet come up. Do you think that when the time comes, when someone else masters dozens of galaxies, we will still be qualified to negotiate? Are we still eligible to make conditions? At that time, it will be a great gift just to keep us alive. I'm a businessman and I know when to invest to get the most bang for your buck. ”

Bikona glanced at everyone present.

"The Andrau family can rule the Lascaux system, so that those nobles are willing to be loyal, not by relying on savage strength and luck, but we have a keen investment eye, the Andrau family will always make the right choice, you can do it yourself."

With these words, Bicona turned and left, ready to discuss.

The Holy Emperor of the Galactic Empire is expanding his territory outside.

It is destined that the territory of the Galactic Empire will expand at a rapid rate.

On this side, the Second Legion led by Bai Qi defeated another attack by the Sith Empire, and the Moon of War also fell into their hands.

It doesn't matter if the Second Army has suffered heavy casualties now.

Just give them some time to regroup their legions and repair the broken ships, and they will once again have terrifying combat power.

Joining the Galactic Empire would be the biggest investment the Andrau family gambled on.

The harvest will also be the most abundant.

Rise of the Galactic Empire.

The Andrau family will also be the ruler of a small galaxy.

Leap to become a contender for power at the heart of the galaxy.

As for the abolition of the inheritance system, Bikona was not very worried.

The Imperial Canon abolished only the inheritance of tangible wealth.

There is no way to abolish the Empire of Intangible Wealth through a code.

And when a family's power reaches a certain level, tangible wealth is secondary.

Political influence, the right to speak, and the entanglement of interests between different family forces are the most precious things.

Wealth is the leek in the leek field.

If you have mastered the leek field, are you still afraid that there will be no leeks?

Let the other forces quarrel!!

With the current situation of the Galactic Empire, the Lascaux system controlled by the Andrau family, with a population of 160 billion, a sound industrial system, massive resources, etc., is absolutely visible to the naked eye to improve the strength of the empire.

The Andrau family, who was the first to negotiate, will have a much greater say.

Can talk about more rights.

In the power struggle in the future, win more chips.

Liberty City.

The war was won.

But there weren't many cheers.

It's just that the price paid for this victory is too heavy.

The Second Fleet was nearly destroyed.

The Second Army suffered more than seventy percent of the casualties.

The number was even smaller than the number of the Third Legion, which had only begun to be formed later with the Rangers as the main body.

Some of the injuries were so severe that they had to be placed in life support devices.

When the time comes, these dying people will become part of the Iron Knight Project.

Legionnaires are tenacious, and with the protection of their armor, they can live for a long time, even if most of their torsos are missing.

The Iron Knight Project was born for this.

Legionnaires who have lost most of their bodies and are almost indistinguishable from dead men are sent to various types of mechs.

Let steel be their body.

Continue to fight alongside their companions.

This is the Iron Knight Project.

As for why you don't use flesh regeneration technology.

The reason for this is that the flesh and blood genes of the Legionnaires have been specially reshaped.

Once more than 70 percent of the damage is lost, it is difficult to restore it.

The Empire has Flesh Regeneration technology.

It is not difficult to be reborn from a severed limb.

But the body of the legionnaire was formed by artificial intervention.

It cannot be done through the growth of its own genes.

If the injury is too severe, there is no way to use the flesh regeneration technology to complete the body.

Reconstituted flesh and blood will reject, causing the body to collapse.

As for the use of mechanical technology to replenish the whole body, it is not a good way.

Aside from adaptability, follow-up maintenance, and various problems.

Mechanical prostheses that are of high overall quality and comparable to storm-enhanced surgery are expensive.

The combat effectiveness of the Storm Warrior depends on the improvement of all aspects, and with the power armor, it has become a war weapon that prevents people from killing people, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

With the mechanical prosthetics circulating on the market, the legionnaire is basically retired.

He was out of combat.

If a normal mechanical prosthetic could rival the Storm Trooper's body, the Storm Trooper would not have achieved so many victories.

Only a mechanical prosthetic that contains the sophistication of human technology can allow the Transformer to gain the reaction speed and combat power comparable to that of the Storm Soldier.

One arm, one arm is acceptable.

However, the mechanical prosthetics of most of the body are too precise, resulting in high prices and sky-high maintenance costs.

The price was too high for the Legion to bear.

Cultivating a new warrior is estimated to be a fraction.

Those fighters will either be replaced with a set of ordinary prosthetic limbs that can live and retire directly.

Or stuff the mech with a life-sustaining device and continue the fight.

More than half of the ships of the Sith fleet were captured, and a large number of Siths threw down their weapons and surrendered to the Galactic Empire.

The captives were all interrogated.

After getting the news they wanted, the Empire directly executed most of the high-ranking Sith officers.

In this way, the heroes of the empire who died in battle were buried.

It also puts an end to the idea that the captives want to resist.

Shiraki stands in front of the observation window of a Sith warship captured by the Empire.

Look out into the vastness of the void.

The battle is all over, and now it's the end.

Those wrecked ships are being salvaged.

Small industrial ships used for repairs and mining travel back and forth in space, working like swarms.

On larger, more complete ships, a large number of small maintenance machines are anchored to them like barnacles.

As their mechanical arms moved, blue sparks erupted from the void.

The frames of warships are generally constructed of high-density adamantite gold.

Energy reactors will also be set up in a decentralized manner.

Isolate it with a thick and strong barrier, and even if an explosion occurs, it will not directly destroy the battleship completely.

Restoring enemy ships is now a daily order for the Empire.

After all, with the current productivity of the empire, it would take too long to produce new ships.

"Congratulations."

A voice came.

Bai Qi followed the voice and looked over, and the melancholy look disappeared, replaced by respect.

"Your Majesty."

It is the supreme ruler of the Galactic Empire, the destined savior of mankind, the god who walks the world, and the divine emperor who speaks.

He just stood there like that.

People walking by don't know about it.

It's as if the Holy Emperor and they exist on a different plane.

Bai Qi knew that this was a spiritual projection, and only he could see it.

"You won this victory." Qin Zheng walked to the position next to Bai Qi and looked at the Imperial personnel who were working hard in the Void.

"But our sacrifices have also been great, the Second Fleet has been nearly crippled, and Captain Haggis has been killed. More than seventy percent of the legionnaires were killed in battle. ”

There was pain in Bai Qi's tone.

"This is war, in vain. In the past, I was the commander-in-chief, and it was usually up to me to decide who would live and who would die. And now, it's up to you to do it. Qin Zheng said lightly: "There is no sacrifice that is unacceptable, everything is for a more meaningful future." ”

"You know what!! Before I ruled Liberty City, there was a war between the two camps, and countless refugees hid in the ruins of Haiqing District, and there were a bunch of refugees in the places where the base traded with other forces. ”

"The refugees lacked food and clean water, and they were exhausted just to be alive. Once, I left the base to trade, and as I stepped off the train, a little girl fell right in front of me, she was still small, skinny, dying, and about to die. And I watched from afar, knowing that I could save her if I wanted to. Give her food, give her water, and even bring her back to camp so that she can have a happy life. ”

"But I didn't do it, I just left like that and went about my business. By the time I returned, the girl was dead, and her body had become meat in someone else's pot. Whenever there was silence, I would always ask myself if it was the right thing to do, and I would ignore a poor person and let her die in front of me. ”

"I have never received an answer, and I may never get an answer again for the rest of my life, and I will endure mental torture and moral torture for the rest of my life. But I have never regretted it, because if I saved that little girl, there would be no empire today. Kindness is a virtue, but the kindness of fraternity is a cruel virtue. We have to prioritize the collective good over our own conscience, and when you are where you are, ruthless fairness is the greatest mercy. ”

"Those who died died, but they got something more important, and that's what their death was for."

Bai Qi lowered his head.

His guilt and pain did not diminish.

But because of Qin Zheng's words, something else was born in his heart.

Killing is not about cruelty, it's about stopping more killings.

"Get ready." Qin Zheng put his hand on Bai Qi's shoulder, "The Sith Empire must pay for it with blood, and this task will be entrusted to you." ”

These words made Bai Qi stunned for a moment before he spoke.

"But we don't have enough ships!"

"Soon it will be." Qin Zheng said with a smile: "It's not just these ruined ships that have won this war, someone will send them soon." Prepare well, there are still 3,000 legionnaires left in the Second Legion, and if all the reserves are strengthened, they will be able to recover to about 6,000, which is enough to maintain the offensive against the Sith Empire. ”

Bai Qi nodded.

He didn't know where the ships of the expedition to the Sith Empire would come from.

But the Holy Emperor almost never missed, and when he said there would be a ship, there would be a ship.

Qin Zheng's figure disappeared.

It's as if it never happened.

"Legion Commander, there is an urgent matter." A communications officer walked over and said.

Bai Qi raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"The Councillor of the Blackstone Chamber of Commerce would like to be able to talk about their joining the Galactic Empire, Lord Juba is not in good health, and he wants you to be there with him."

The communications officer's words made Bai Qi stunned for a moment.

Could this be what the Holy Emperor said that someone sent the ship!!

All observation windows have been lowered with heavy metal baffles to prevent people from looking directly into the subspace and causing problems for navigation.

Through the cracks in the baffle, you can see a bright blood-like light pouring into the cabin.

It's as if the whole subspace is bleeding.

The head of the First Fleet, Elsa, looked at the projection hologram in front of her, her eyes solemn.

It was unusually busy on the bridge.

Loud voices echoed across the slightly dimly lit bridge.

Qin Zheng sat on the throne, his whole body shrouded in light, guiding the direction of the fleet.

This time, after arriving at his destination, he did not get up, but still sat on the throne, distracted by other matters.

"The coordinates provided by the Holy Emperor have been locked, and we have reached the designated area."

"The energy stack is ready to go into real space."

The shouting kept ringing out.

Symbols that jump on projection screens and data windows are also becoming more frequent.

"Then let us in, and another world will be redeemed by the Empire."

Elsa said.

"Now migrate, start the physical space propulsion engine."

"Prepare to turn off the Geller force field and turn on the quantum partial conductance shield."

"The fire control program has been activated, and the scanning array is awaiting a new assignment."

"The psionic detector is normal."

"The phased radar array is normal."

[All personnel should secure themselves and enter the safety facility.] Entering the physical universe is about to be, with a countdown of 10 and 9. 】

The mechanical prompt sounded.

Mixed with the shouts of many bridge crews.

3。

2。

1。

The countdown ends.

The ship trembled, and the crews on the bridge tied themselves to their seats.

The field of vision slowly blurred.

The person next to him also turned into a ghost of different colors.

Everyone seemed to be covered in a blurry film.

Reality and illusion are blurred at this moment.

With the loud wails of the battleship's engines and the groans of metal machinery.

The Imperial Light broke through subspace and entered the material world.

Only the Navigator and the Divine Emperor can look directly into the subspace, and others can only sense through the strong vibrations of the ships that they are moving out of the illusory subspace and into the real universe.

"The jump was successful, and all the ships have successfully reached real space."

"The quantum shield has been raised, wide-area scanning has begun, and the target galaxy is being collected."

"Open the bezel." Elsa shouted.

The reinforced armor plate in front of the observation window was slowly raised.

It allows people to look directly at the terrifying sights of the real universe.

Like the satellite stars of the Regulus system, the planet's stars have embedded a subspace rift.

The crack glowed sickly, and the further it went, the more it tended to be a corrupted yellowish-white.

Located in the central region of the rift are the stars of this galaxy.

The surface of the star is covered with black spots and red lines.

The crack looked like a demon's eye in its entirety.

The system is littered with space station wreckage and abandoned warships.

Those massive subspace creatures are entrenched in the cracks of subspace.

From time to time, it will wave its tentacles and whip the endless void.

It makes the whole real space look a little sick.

The detection array gathers enough information and draws a holographic projection on the holographic table.

The main-sequence star of a star is in its prime.

It has three children.

Two gas giants, one terrestrial planet.

At the edge of the galaxy, there is a nebula that acts as a natural protective embankment.

The clouds shone with an arc of plasma.

From the perspective of the First Fleet, it is very beautiful, exuding a brilliant brilliance, like a dream.

But anyone who knows even the slightest bit of the inside story will only think that it is a land of death.

Nebulae contain intense radiation that can interfere with incoming ships and destroy electronic components.

"How's it going?"

A heavy footstep mixed with a dull, serious voice sounded.

"Captain Wang Ben."

Elsa saluted the other before opening her mouth to introduce the situation.

"Everything is going well at the moment, and according to the scanned situation, the void power of the target galaxy should also be a world of backward and decayed technology."

Hearing this, Wang Ben was slightly disappointed.

That kind of battle simply couldn't make his warriors feel good.

They need a strong opponent.

to vent the pent-up irritability in your heart.

He looked at the screen in front of Elsa.

It shows the entire fleet's galaxy.

Weapon storage, propulsion speed, food reserves, psionic feedback, plasma, and the activity of various high-energy particles, you name it.

It allows Elsa to fully grasp the information of the fleet and the situation of the fleet.

"Anomalous psionic readings detected, my God, giant structures have been found, and they're being scanned."

Wang Ben noticed the voice.

"Show me."

Elsa reached out and clicked.

An interface opens, showing what has been scanned.

Everyone exclaimed in small voices.

Because it's a huge ship beyond imagination.

It's the size of a moon or a large asteroid.

In the middle is a large circular structure, with a massive mountain-like hull extending out on all sides.

The extended hull is a little shorter at the left and right ends.

At the front and back ends, it is slightly longer.

The whole thing looks like a circular cross.

The area in the circle is lined with huge buildings in the direction of the top and bottom.

Towering spires and intricate arch bridges are intertwined.

The extended hull of the giant battleship also served as a harbor.

Enough for a dozen battleships, and hundreds of cruisers were moored.

The scan shows that the hull bears the insignia of the Human Alliance.

Even after all this time, they haven't faded in the slightest.

It is clear that this is a great creation of mankind.

Now it is deserted here.

Its controller and owner have long since died in the Age of Eternal Night Crisis.

Supernatural traces of blasphemy are all over this great battleship.

The hull of steel and rock was littered with wriggling flesh.

A huge eye grows at the tip of the spire of the tallest one.

Countless pieces of flesh covered the spire, merging it with the eyes.

The giant eye stares into the endless void.

Reveal malice.

That gaze is disgusting.

Monsters have taken away the splendor of humanity and twisted and desecrated it.

An unforgivable crime.

Next to the giant ship.

From time to time, twisted monsters will fly and wander with wings.

They ignore the coldness of the void and the high-energy radiation of the universe.

This is yet another real example of subspace's encroachment and distortion of reality.

"We've got to take it back." Wang Ben stretched out his hand and pointed to the twisted giant ship, "It is the legacy of the Human Alliance, and it should also belong to the Empire, not be put there to be desecrated and polluted by those monsters." ”

"This battle is more difficult for you, you don't have many psionics." "That ship has been poisoned by the power of the subspace, and it will take psionics or soulless people to deal with them. ”

"It's better to seize control of the planet first, and start tinkering with reality from places where the influence of subspace is weak."

"It's boring to fight like that, and a civilization that can't even enter the starry sky is too weak." Wang Ben was a little displeased.

"There is no other way." Elsa said.

"Maybe let him try."

A divine voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

At some point, the Holy Emperor had left his throne and walked behind the two of them.

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty."

The two saluted Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng waved his hand.

"I will let Xu Fu go to support the First Legion." Qin Zheng looked at Wang Ben, "The largest core reactor inside that battleship is parasitic with a terrifying subspace creature, it is the source of pollution of that ship, and it is also the source of pollution of our target world, if we don't clean it up, we won't be able to really take down the target planet." Prepare your men for battle, most of them for reclaiming the giant ship and a small part for recovering the target world. ”

Wang Ben nodded.

A smile spread across his face.

Turned around and left.

Qin Zheng turned his head to look at Elsa.

"Split the fleet in two, let's go to the target planet."

"Understood." Elsa didn't have any doubts, turned her head and shouted at the communication drone hovering beside her, conveying instructions to the ships to separate the fleet.

The sound of metal hitting stone echoes in the magnificent church building.

Karta squeezed every ounce of his strength and struck the solid stone in front of him.

Crimson blood dripped down his filthy body.

Pain and exhaustion tormented him at the same time.

Around him, there are the same thousands of people who are hard at work and take on hard labor.

They are building a temple to the holy Lord of Suffering.

Overseers, dressed in sacrificial robes and armed with long whips, wandered the construction site, sometimes beating hard laborers with their whips who were not serious enough for their work.

The whip whirred in the air.

As soon as the whip fell, the ragged laborers were horrified with scars.

The temple is already taking shape.

The overall contour has been completed, and only the final touches remain.

The pruning will be done soon.

But there is no hard labor to be happy about this.

Because the work is endless.

Even if this temple is built, there will be the next one, endlessly.

They will toil all their lives until they die.

Karta was in a trance.

The iron pickaxe in his hand missed, and it failed to hit the stone.

A sharp whip sounded.

The spiked whip landed on Karta's back, tearing his back with ease.

He let out a scream of pain.

Karta burst into tears.

But he didn't dare to look back, so he could only continue to tap the stone in front of him hard, indicating that he was working hard.

After waiting for a long time, when no whip had fallen, Karta mustered up the courage to glance at it.

An overseer in a fine robe stood aside.

The black, rotten face was covered in abscesses, and the feverish eyes were terrifying.

The hand holding the long whip was covered in blisters and rotting scars, and it was disgusting.

Karta was so frightened that she almost lost her mind.

Don't dare to look at it again.

I could only continue to hit the stone hard.

After a while, the overseer walked away.

Karta almost burst into tears for the rest of his life.

The ritual overseers of the Twisted Church are insane, and it is not uncommon to kill people here.

"No!! I'll repent, please don't do that to me. ”

Fearful voices were heard not far away.

Karta tapped as she looked into the distance with a frightened gaze.

A errant laborer is caught by two overseers in fine robes with rotting bodies.

Drag to the thorny stake that stands on the edge of the site.

There are thorny stakes that have been hung on the afflicted.

The unfortunate ones who make a mistake are secured by sharp iron thorns and tied to stakes full of spikes and barbs.

They didn't die first, they were still struggling, writhing their broken bodies.

Blood flowed down the spikes and barbs, soaking the stakes that smelled of pungent blood.

Their mouths were stuffed, but the distorted expressions on their faces were enough to see how painful this torture really was.

No one dared to speak.

No one dared to intercede.

Those who dare to stand up have been tortured to death by the most brutal methods of the Twisted Church.

The Twisted Church has ruled the world for 1,600 years.

According to the records of the Twisted Church, 1,600 years ago, humanity lived in dark times without the guidance of Mother God.

Until a young man felt that the sins of mankind were too great to be happy, so he knelt under a tree and prayed earnestly for salvation.

His sincerity touched the Mother Goddess and a miracle came.

The tree sprouted countless thorns that wrapped around the young man's body.

Even though his body was wrapped in thorns, stained with blood, and his body was broken, the young man smiled and was happy.

The young man gradually merges with the trees and produces eternal pleasure.

Witnessing this miracle, people fell to their knees and prayed, and the twisted belief in the Mother Goddess was born.

The first miracle manifester, because of his distorted and painful appearance, is also called the Lord of Suffering, the Twisted Father.

Thus was born the Twisted Church.

Believers in the Mother Tree derive pleasure from pain, and the more terrible the pain, the more it excites them.

This feature makes them exceptionally strong and unafraid of any pain.

The Twisted Church soon ruled the world.

Believers in other churches were slaughtered.

Those who did not want to give in were persecuted to death by the Twisted Church.

When they took complete control of the world, strict dogmas followed.

Anyone who violated the dogma and dared to speak ill of the Mother Goddess was condemned as a heretic and was burned alive, hanged, or tied to a thorn stake.

Some cities were burned or executed simply because they did not welcome the Twisted Church enough.

Under the rule of the Twisted Church, the whole world is to serve the Mother Goddess, building dedicated churches and shrines.

Every family had to pay a heavy religious tax.

At the same time, it is necessary to have enough children.

Otherwise, it will also be condemned as heretical.

There is no art in this world, there is no entertainment.

The purpose of each person's birth is to serve the Mother Goddess.

Some of them were responsible for building the temple.

The other part is responsible for providing food, raising children, and providing new laborers.

Under such enslavement and oppression, one magnificent temple after another was built.

Those who did not work hard enough and those who could not provide enough taxes were hanged or tortured to death.

Use the screams of the dead to admonish others.

Disobedience distorts the Church, and the consequences of not being religious enough to Mother God.

"Another temple will be built, and the Great Mother Goddess will be moved by our piety."

Standing on the high place of the sacrifice - Ionia stretched out his arms and his face was reverent.

Unlike the decay and abscesses of male sacrifices.

As a woman, Ionia became more and more beautiful as she believed in the Mother Goddess.

The figure is curvaceous and sexy.

The skin is as white as snow.

The skin is radiant.

Bumpy and convex.

The place of the circle is round and full.

The place where it should stand tall and soft.

When wearing a vacuum sacrificial robe, it is even more charming.

"The Mother Goddess needs more sacrifices, pains and desires, and is the best sacrifice."

Another priest next to him said.

"It's time for an indulgent binge."

Ionia smiled cruelly and eeriely.

She never minded her beautiful body being eaten and desecrated by those disgusting drudgeries and slaves.

She loves to listen to the gasps of those guys.

Watch those guys take advantage of her and become extremely and excited.

When they reached the pinnacle of their happiness, Ionia would slit their throats with the dagger that had been prepared long ago.

In that case, their blood would be the sweetest thing in the world.

"It really needs an indulgent carnival to let the world reach the other side of the happy dream in the light of the Mother Goddess."

The priest held out his hand, which was covered with abscesses and scars.

That hand even emitted a disgusting smell.

Tiny tentacles that wriggled like worms were all over the rotting flesh.

Ionia did not have the slightest disgust, but kissed it reverently.

There was a happy, excited expression on his face.

It's like some kind of delicacy from that rotting pus.

A dull bell rang.

It's time for a break.

Karta let go of the iron pickaxe in his hand.

He didn't even feel like his own body anymore.

All the strength has been squeezed.

They put down their tools and followed the others to the exit of the construction site.

Food is being distributed at the entrance of the construction site.

In order, they are water, soup, and food.

The laborers lined up and moved slowly.

The priest who was in charge of distributing the food was patient.

Boring work is a pain.

And suffering is the best gift offered to the Mother Goddess.

So they are religious.

Kataga used his hands to catch the water, drank it, and then went back to catch the soup.

The laborers have no container and can only do so.

Karga drank all the water and soup and licked his muddy hands.

Water is precious.

Water is given at regular intervals every day, and wasting it means enduring hunger and thirst.

No one would do that.

After getting your own food.

The guards drove them away with strange weapons.

Let them walk back to the cage-like camp.

It was like herding the animals back to their cages.

Qatar lies on a tattered straw mat.

I have long been accustomed to the stench of excrement and the smell of sweat on people's bodies.

Every month on the day of the Holy Sacrifice, the Church of the Twisted Church releases water to wash their bodies, bathe them, and perform the Holy Sacrifice.

Other times, they don't shower.

There is no water and there is not so much energy.

Because the daily work has exhausted all their physical strength, they lie down and want to sleep.

Qatar looks up and can see the view above the dilapidated camp.

Hundreds of flashes of bright spots appeared in the pitch-black sky, and then more.

They light up in the night, then go out, and then light up again.

Attracted his attention.

He didn't know what it was!!

I'm just curious about the flashes of light in the dark night.

Not for a while. Exhaustion hits.

Qatar fell asleep.

He had no idea what those flashes of light would change his fate.

The vastness of the void.

Fighting is breaking out.

Subspace creatures capable of roaming the void are swarming out, hovering in the void.

Fighting against the Imperial warships.

They wanted to keep the Empire from getting close to the massive warship.

A strange, ugly creature with glowing tentacles and wings on its back howled in the void.

The sound violates the physical law that sound in reality must propagate with the help of a medium, propagating in a vacuum, and even forming sound waves.

It flails its wings that can power the aether and glides quickly through the void.

In the next second, it was directly evaporated by a glowing spear.

The same is true of its companions.

A large area was empty in an instant, except for the steam from the fragments of the remains.

The battleship shuddered from time to time.

Let the ship's crew shake with it.

Only the legionnaires led by Wang Ben could stand motionless.

The fighters of the 1st Army have completed their combat readiness.

Waiting for the opportunity to teleport.

The Empire's warships are constantly pouring ammunition, turbolasers, and light spears, heading against the tide of monsters.

"Enter the teleportation area and prepare to teleport."

The voice of the bridge commander sounded in Wang Ben's ears through the communicator.

"Let's have a big deal, brothers." Wang Ben shouted, "Let those disgusting things know that we are coming." ”

The sound fell, and the mechanical chorus reached its peak at this time.

A glow doped with an electric arc covered them.

After a loud bang, the crowd on deck disappeared.

The cooling gas is ejected from the high-pressure pipe to avoid overloading the conveyor machinery.

The screen of the transmission control room surged with a large amount of data information, and the words "successful transmission" appeared.

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(End of chapter)