The sun is setting in the west.

The sky slowly turned a crimson color.

Shadows flew high in the sky, and countless warplanes and gunboats scuffled together.

Brilliant flashes of light appeared from time to time, and then scattered in the void.

The dense amount makes the atmosphere change color.

The falling wreckage smashed into the ground with flames, sometimes causing explosions.

The last loyalists of the House of Lenrith belonging to the planet Keha have withdrawn to the core.

They lost most of the area.

Reinforcements from other regions were intercepted by the Empire.

They were divided and isolated by the Empire, and they were trapped in a desperate situation.

Final defeat is looming.

The core area is surrounded by strong high walls.

Energy shields and defensive artillery were laid out on the high walls.

The defenders retreated to the wall and opened all the defenses.

They struggled with all their might.

It's as if if they were tenacious enough to rewrite the outcome of failure.

Anti-aircraft guns, fortified turrets, and laser arrays fired non-stop.

The roar of artillery fire made the whole world tremble.

Dense lasers and bullets rained down into the sky like a torrent.

Straight beams of energy are fleeting.

The flaming Aerospace Fighter crashed around the core area, sometimes making loud explosions.

The Mecha Corps dropped two giant siege mechs.

They stand tall in the sky and are created by the art of human destruction.

Born to destroy.

They marched with their heads held high, their heavy steps, and the massive shields on their backs.

The artillery on the city walls continued to vent their fire.

But they could only cause ripples on their heavy shields.

Fighters flew over them, and heavily armored tanks rallied behind them, advancing with the infantry phalanx.

The massive spider mobile platform is also slowly advancing.

On the platform is a heavy energy cannon that resembles a mountain.

They are used as siege artillery.

Behind the spider's moving platform is a crawler truck.

They dragged energy reactors.

Powered siege guns.

Between the energy stack and the siege artillery, a heavy energy pipeline is used

The dense light flashes continuously.

Technicians stand next to the cannon, adjusting parameters and checking the operation of the parts.

"We have entered the designated gun position and are ready to open fire."

The tech lead shouted.

His voice was drowned out by the sound of an explosion.

But the technician equipped with the communicator heard the voice.

They got busy.

The energy reactor is adjusted to the maximum output power.

The piston on the pipe went back and forth quickly, moving.

The meter hands mounted on the cable are also slowly climbing.

Dense arcs of electricity will sweep across the surface of the weapon.

The fin-shaped storage slots scattered throughout the cannon are filled with coolant.

Prevent the energy cannon from burning or even exploding due to overload.

When the order to fire the cannon was given, the magnificent cannon let out a terrifying roar, and a thick beam of light was fired.

The terrifying pillar of light eclipsed everything on the battlefield.

The shield guarding the city is rapidly depleted.

From a well-functioning blue, to a pinkish red, to a precarious orange.

By the end, the projector overload was broken down.

Dense artillery fire fell on the unprotected high walls.

The heavy rock is turned into a boiling atomic fountain by a plasma beam.

The metal melts and turns into iron juice flowing.

All kinds of turrets and artillery were destroyed.

The tall and magnificent walls were blown up and smashed into the fortress behind the wall.

It's over.

The Imperial army tore open the gap and stormed in.

The company commander of the 2nd Company of the 2nd Army, Tarek, took the lead.

The last soldiers loyal to the Varys family, in front of the entrance to the fortress shelter, set up the last line of defense.

Lenrian gave them the best weaponry.

But defeat is inevitable.

The soldiers guarding the entrance stood behind the fortifications made of quick-drying concrete and armor plates, shouting the slogan that the Kekha would not be slaves, trying to stop the legionnaires.

Several rapid-fire automatic guns were placed in awkwardly angled positions.

The artillery fired constantly.

Leave a brilliant and deadly trail of blazing heat in the night.

"Let the drone, blow it up." Tarek said.

The combat brother with the heavy fire drone fulfilled Tarek's order.

He plugged into the drone's shared field of view, and then manipulated the drone to input all the energy into the weapon system.

When everything was ready, the drone burst out of cover and sprayed a scorching band of light at the target.

A rapid-fire gun was hit, and exploded, while overloading the connected energy stack, resulting in a chain of explosions.

The dazzling light converged into a circle, then expanded dramatically, enveloping the defenders at the entrance and even a large area.

The terrifying light and heat melted everything.

Tarek and the others lay on the ground and activated their shields.

By the time the aftermath of the explosion had subsided, all I could see was scorched earth.

The defenders were either vaporized or turned into charred corpses that were unrecognizable.

"Let's go." Tarek shouted to his company and reported in a communication: "The walls have been breached, and we are heading towards the very core. ”

"Tariq, you are so brave, I am embarrassed."

The voice of the company commander of the 1st Company of the 2nd Regiment - Raz was heard over the communicator.

"There is no comparison." Tarek said.

"You should take the first credit, but this is not the time to celebrate, and we can only achieve the purpose of our trip by catching the guy who dares to oppose the Holy Emperor."

Bai Qi's voice also sounded in the communicator.

The corps commander did not personally participate in the battle.

Rather, it was the pro-faction family watching the battle from a warship in low earth orbit.

To deal with such a small family, he does not need to take action personally.

He watched the battle with these families, also to promote the power of the empire and exert pressure.

Let them be honest.

"For the Holy Emperor." Tarek said.

The responses of other company commanders and senior officers rang out over the communicator.

They chanted the same slogan.

It was that great man.

Only then did they be able to go to the stars and officially begin the great cause of human revival.

All glory be to him.

Rerian walked back and forth in the shelter.

Horror distorted his handsome face.

The elegance and calmness of the past have long disappeared without a trace.

A booming explosion shook the sturdy shelter.

This is where the heroes of House Varys have been asleep, and now they have all been awakened.

Each one had a solemn face, revealing uneasiness and apprehension.

The oldest was the ancestor of Varys, who was active nine thousand years ago.

At that time, the human alliance had just disintegrated.

At that time, the Blackstone Trade Association was only a mutual aid organization.

The Varys control the planet Keha is far less terrifying than it is today.

The Human Alliance local government remains the recognized governing body.

It wasn't until a few generations later, at the instigation of the Varys family, that ignorant people overthrew the local government, which had lost its backers, and ushered in parliamentary rule.

With the wealth accumulated over generations, the Varys spent nearly two thousand years infiltrating the entire council and destroying the other families.

In the end, they rewrote history and completely controlled all the discourse.

Through day-to-day brainwashing, all the Kaha people feel that they are born rulers.

is the savior of the planet Keha.

They deserve domination of the entire planet, and indeed the entire galaxy.

And now, it's time for the final reckoning.

There was another huge explosion.

The impact was loud and the dust in the shelter was falling in a puff.

The heavy alloy gate also showed traces of hot melt cutting at this time.

A large area was burned red.

Under Rerian's horrified gaze, the gate turned into molten lava and dripped down.

A few minutes later, a huge opening appeared.

The eyepieces glow red, and the heavily armored warrior holds a blaster and shoots from the outside to the inside.

Instantly blasted several guards who tried to open fire to pieces.

All of Renrian's few guards were dead.

There is no longer the ability to resist.

This scene frightened the ancestors of Varys, who were high in the past, almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

A large warrior opened his shield and walked through the gap.

"The remnants of the Varys, you have been captured. Immediately abandon all unrealistic thoughts, throw down your weapons and surrender. ”

"I ask to speak with your Supreme Commander so that we can cooperate with you in handing over the reign of the planet Keha."

The oldest surviving ancestor of the Varys family walked up to the tall warrior and said in a trembling voice.

"When the war officially began, you lost your last chance. The only thing that awaits you is the Last Judgment. ”

The warrior spoke coldly, then motioned for his men to arrest them.

Legionnaires rushed in, grabbing them like piglets.

Successive heads of the Varys family.

These men who consider themselves to be the uncrowned kings of the Keha system.

They all shouted in horror.

But soon, they were taken away with their mouths and noses gagged and their hands and feet fixed.

A day later.

In the Keha system, the last formed opposition was purged.

Those who refused to surrender were executed in public.

The Empire's flame banner is planted in every city in the Keha system.

The trial of the supreme ruler of the Keha system also began after the complete destruction of the resistance.

The surviving ancestors of the Varys family were escorted to the execution table they designed.

The Galactic Empire has made their trials and executions public to all the people of the Keha system, and has been hammering other opposition families in doing so.

There were many onlookers, such as the Andrau family, the Sima family, and other supportive families, as well as those generals and captains who chose to surrender to the Galactic Empire.

"You can't do this to a family with historical heritage, we sheltered our people in the Eternal Night Crisis and protected the continuation of human civilization, you can't do that!!"

An ancestor of the House of Varys shouted.

He has been asleep for thousands of years.

As soon as he was awakened, he unexpectedly learned that the family was about to fall.

A galactic empire that has emerged out of nowhere has driven them to the brink of destruction.

Before they could do anything, the enemies had already been killed.

A few days later, he was sent to the execution table to be put to death in public as an example.

Who can accept such an ending.

In this life, he felt that he had a clear conscience.

At most, it is to kill people, play with other people's wives in front of others, formulate a system that can create more wealth for the Lenrith family, and after causing the human fertility rate to decline, he advocated the artificial man plan.

Apart from these things, he hasn't done anything heinous.

Why do this to him!!

Think about it, under his leadership, the Keha system won the first place in many fields such as the first place in industrial production value, the first in population, and the first in military strength of the Blackstone Chamber of Commerce in one fell swoop, realizing the great rise of the Keha system and making the Keha people hold their heads high again.

Although those Keha people were treated as cheap robots, after working all their lives, they had no security, and they could only wait for death in the end, but they received honor.

As for those who were sacrificed.

The development of the times requires sacrifices.

What's wrong with yourself??

The rest of the Varys family shouted as well.

Aktu wailed.

This young genius, who used to be the world's attention, is now a guest at the execution table.

Ironically, the table was designed by the Varys family.

The purpose is to use it to show the world the determination and strength of the Varys family.

Let those people know what it will be like to anger the Varys family.

He used to be a man of the hour, and he grew up in a halo since he was a child.

Now, he is going to be executed in public.

The onlookers also looked complicated.

Minore looked at Lenrian, who used to be-for-tat with him and looked at each other unpleasantly, and felt a little pity.

The other party was broken in the knee at this time, and knelt there.

The pain contorted his face.

Blood was spilled all over the ground.

Gardri was also a little weak-hearted.

He was originally a vassal of the Varys family, but instead surrendered to the Galactic Empire during the Battle of Wenchang VII, resulting in the defeat of the opposition fleet so quickly.

He stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes wandering.

Didn't look directly at Rerian's gaze that wanted to kill him.

"You have turned your back on the glory of the Holy Emperor, brutally oppressed your fellow human beings, and even violated the most basic moral bottom line, such a crime is unforgivable, and according to the will of the Holy Emperor, you will be sentenced to death as a warning to the world."

Imperial officials read out the verdict.

The executioner, who stood behind the members of the Lenrith family, stepped forward.

They turned their guns on the heads of the condemned prisoners.

"Execution." The Imperial official said.

The neighing of the laser gun sounded.

A ruby beam of light pierced through the heads of the Varys family in an instant.

A powerful family that had ruled the Keha system for thousands of years vanished.

Not even a single surviving descendant of the family.

This is the end of rejecting the glory of the Holy Emperor.

Minore and the others were happy and hesitant in their hearts.

If he hadn't chosen to stand on the side of the empire in the first place, I was afraid that he would have been sent to the execution table.

The expansion of the Galactic Empire is like a flood that opens the floodgates, and it is impossible to stop it.

Either go along with them or be crushed.

Alam saw the news on the old projector at home.

The news of the execution of the Varys family caused a huge stir.

With the fall of Rerian's body, an old era is over.

The chaos lasted for days.

The streets are filled with gunfire, and the Galactic Empire continues to hunt down the diehards with high intensity.

Wait until the gunfire that strangled the rebels subsided.

Elam dared to come out of his dilapidated home.

The corpses and bloodstains on the streets have been largely cleaned up.

But you can still smell blood.

Flaming flags of the new ruler were hung all over the streets.

In the floating projections of the streets and alleys, the image of a man in gold armor appeared.

"My compatriots, my brothers and sisters, the age of despair of the eternal night has tormented us for far too long, civilization has decayed, morality has collapsed, everything has become terrible, countless generations have been tormented and suffered. But everything is coming to an end, and great times are about to begin. Join the Galactic Expedition and we will restore humanity to its former glory, and our children and grandchildren will once again break free from the shackles of the planet and roam among the stars freely. ”

"Join the Galactic Expedition and join forces to usher in the Great Age of Empires, as we will banish the Eternal Night and humanity will be victorious. Pledge your allegiance to the Empire, and humanity will shine again among the stars. ”

On the streets, there are also people shouting.

"For the Holy Emperor."

"Destroy the remnants of the lackeys of the House of Renrian."

Looking at everything that was happening around him, Alam looked dazed.

The world suddenly became unfamiliar to him.

Several patrol cars skimmed over from a high altitude.

They are all sprayed with flame emblems.

As he walked, he shouted at the same time.

"All citizens are requested to cooperate with the personnel of the Empire in carrying out population registration and socio-environmental surveys, and to go and receive relief supplies. The Age of Eternal Night of despair has been banished, all sins will be reckoned with and judged, and the radiance of the Holy Emperor protects you. ”

"All citizens are requested to cooperate with the personnel of the Empire in carrying out population registration and socio-environmental surveys, and to go and receive relief supplies. The Age of Eternal Night of despair has been banished, all sins will be liquidated and judged, and the glory of the Holy Emperor will protect you"

Elam watched the car fly away before he lowered his head again and walked down the street.

He plans to go to the factory where he used to work.

Take a look at the factory.

He didn't have much money on hand.

If you don't work for too long, you'll starve.

But as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw the factory owner being dragged out by his fellow workers.

"Please don't do that." The factory owner cried, "I swear it will never happen again." ”

The workers who dragged him ignored the cries of the factory owners.

Instead, he took care of himself and took out the rope.

Throw one end over the street lamp and hold it in your hand.

The other end was made into a noose and put around the neck of the factory owner.

"You can't do this, it's a sin for you to do this." The factory owner shouted, "Please, stop this, don't do that to me." ”

"Useless things should be cleaned up."

"Sir, you're useless. The Holy Emperor does not need the useless lackeys of the Varys family. ”

A worker imitates the tone of the former factory owner, vividly.

The other workers were amused and laughed.

A few of them even whistled briskly.

They put a noose around the factory owner's neck, hung him up, and beat him with sticks.

Every stick is so hard.

The factory owner screamed again and again.

They fought until the factory owner couldn't breathe anymore, and then they stopped.

Immediately afterwards, they pulled out a supervisor from the factory and hoisted him up as they had just done.

The supervisor was so frightened that he peed his pants directly.

He begged the workers to spare him.

But no one paid attention, and they beat the director to death with sticks.

It took five people to kill before the workers stopped.

Elam stood a little further away, watching their atrocities.

It gives him the feeling that this world has gone crazy.

"Alam, you're late."

A co-worker saw Alam and greeted him.

"You guys?" Alam was so frightened that he took a few steps back, thinking that the gang was going to hang him up.

"Hahaha, I'm scared."

A rough-looking man walked out.

"He is a lackey of the House of Varys, an oppositionist, and we are adherents of the Holy Emperor."

The man rolled up his sleeves.

A fire tattoo appeared on his shoulder.

"Forget so much, Alam, damn it, don't forget the things they did to us." Another man said, "Come with us and execute the other damned people." They are outnumbered, all lackeys of the House of Varys, and we must execute them for the Holy Emperor. ”

"Don't think about escaping, now everyone has to take sides, either choose the Galactic Empire, or you will be treated as a lackey of the Varys family."

Alam had no choice but to be dragged away by them.

The execution of factory owners is not an isolated case.

There are such things everywhere.

The Varys family has fallen.

All members of the family were put to death.

In order to woo the citizens of this planet, the Galactic Empire tacitly acquiesced to having a few days of lynching and revenge.

Many former mid-level and high-ranking figures were brutally killed.

Elam watched as a wealthy family was pulled out of the mansion by angry workers.

Angry people doused it with fuel, lit it on fire, and burned it alive.

Even the child was not spared.

Others were beheaded or hung up and beaten to death.

The hatred that had accumulated for so many years was vented in all kinds of terrible and bloody atrocities.

They chanted the name of the Holy Emperor to vent their hatred.

Perhaps these people didn't even understand what the Holy Emperor was like.

Of course, this acquiescence is not without a bottom line.

There are limits to who people can vent their hatred.

Those powerful people who chose to surrender before the war began, and who provided convenience and assistance for the subsequent war, will not allow the angry people to liquidate.

Because of the reason of voluntary surrender, as long as they give up their original wealth and status, the Galactic Empire will make a promise not to liquidate and will not pursue their past affairs.

and provide them with protection.

Give them a new identity and let them travel elsewhere to start a new life.

Some people angrily denounced this injustice, believing that the Galactic Empire harbored those criminals and should eliminate all evil.

But Bai Qi didn't pay attention to such a statement.

That's how the world works.

It is destined to be imperfect, full of flaws and irreparable regrets.

If the evil is eliminated in the true sense, it will cause great panic among the supporters and the remaining opposition.

If you surrender, you will be liquidated and your whole family will be killed.

Is there still a need to surrender?

The only ones who refuse to surrender and even want to resist by force can only be liquidated.

Project the will of the Galactic Empire into a galaxy controlled by the Blackstone Traders.

And to promote the imperial code in these galaxies and protect the interests of present and future humanity is already the limit of the Galactic Empire.

For the past, I can only say that there is nothing to be done.

One might think that the Empire should use thunder to destroy those families.

But in that case, it will inevitably cause a lot of damage to the factory of the Blackstone United Trade Association.

Thus delaying the Galactic Expedition.

The Empire will never give up the salvation of more fellow human beings for the sake of the so-called "justice" of some people.

News of the elimination of the Varys family spread quickly.

The sheer strength of the Galactic Empire, as well as the preferential treatment of the surrenderers and the brutal liquidation of the resistance, terrified the remaining opposition families.

Surrender, all that is lost is wealth and status.

And in the end, what is lost is everything, including life.

The Combined Fleet lost, and now even the Varys have lost.

The Varys family is the number one family in the Blackstone Associated Trade Association.

How could other families be able to resist the Galactic Empire.

As for the proposal to join forces, it was directly rejected.

If in the time of the alliance against the Galactic Empire, there are traitors among them.

I sold them in one piece.

Just to give a vote that is enough for him to leave the field with dignity, the end is even more bleak.

At this time, the helmsman of the Andrau family, Minor, gave a very good advice to Bai Qi.

The next day, Bai Qi issued a notice to all opposition families.

"All the first families to surrender can enjoy the same rights and interests as the supportist families, can transfer their rights with dignity, and receive the protection of the empire and the promise of non-liquidation, and the second family that surrenders can enjoy half of the rights and interests and have the opportunity to leave the field with dignity."

The alliance, which was already fragile, completely collapsed under such a notice.

The families rushed to send envoys to fight for first place.

The opposition coalition fell apart.

After the last family submitted an agreement to merge into the Galactic Empire.

The Blackstone Chamber of Commerce was absorbed into the system of the Galactic Empire.

Bai Qi will stay here for a while.

Recruit enough soldiers and ships to crusade against the Sith Empire.

At the same time, maintain the rule of the Galactic Empire, and use powerful force to open the way for the Imperial Code and the State Religion to ensure that they can be promoted.

The people of the Imperial Daily also began to take over the power of public opinion of the Blackstone United Trade Association.

It is expected that it will only take a generation for the people under the command of the Blackstone Union to recognize the Holy Emperor and the Empire.

And Qin Zheng on the other side of the galaxy also paid attention to Bai Qi's actions.

When the entire Blackstone Federation of Trade Chambers was conquered and incorporated into the Galactic Empire

Qin Zheng's power swelled again.

The subspace storm that obscured the entire galaxy and plunged the stars into darkness showed signs of weakening due to his strength.

With the population of the Blackstone Chamber of Commerce, the fire grew again, towering into the sky, and as far as the eye could see, you could see the raging flames.

When Qin Zheng set his gaze on the subspace, countless points of light flickered in his eyes.

Every bright point of light is a planet inhabited by humans.

After the fire was strengthened, Qin Zheng no longer needed to search for human colonies in the dark as before, and he didn't have to work so hard to lock the coordinates of the planet in the eternal night.

Now, some human planets appeared in his psychic vision at a glance.

The Galactic Empire can conquer the stars at a faster speed and reshape the order of the galaxy.

As long as the six lighthouses scattered throughout the galaxy are activated.

Restore the continuity of space-time.

The stars will once again appear in the night sky.

After the First Expeditionary Force left the Moore system.

Conquered several worlds in the decline of technology.

Some choose to rebel.

Some chose to surrender outright.

The First Expeditionary Force maintained its usual practice, sending Imperial personnel to the region, abolishing the privileges of the local nobility, imposing the state religion and the Imperial Code, and eliminating factors that might be harmful to the Empire.

In the process of recovering these planets, Qin Zheng did not show up, but handed it over to the officials of the empire to deal with.

He'd been hiding in the heart of the Temporal, tinkering with his psyker communication plan.

In order to ensure the success of this plan, Qin Zheng selected a group of psykers who were good at telepathy.

Different psionics have different emphasis.

Good at elements, good at prophecy, good at telekinesis, good at soul.

The group of psykers who are good at telepathy are the key to the psionic communication plan.

Cullen was also one of the chosen ones.

After ten days of training, like the others, they were asked to bathe and change their clothes and put on ceremonial robes.

He didn't know what was going to happen next.

During this time, he only heard some fragments.

The Holy Emperor is trying to establish a chrono communication.

So as to ensure that every fleet of the empire can complete cross-galaxy calls, exchange information, and ensure the smooth progress of the galactic expedition.

Communication at this stage is too cumbersome.

Requires a messenger to take a ship to the target system.

Give the message to the other person.

Then bring back the other party's information.

It's a bit like the stupid approach that humans took when they hadn't entered the industrial age and discovered electromagnetic waves.

It's nothing more than replacing the horse with a subspace spaceship.

Electromagnetism flies at the speed of light.

It allows people on the entire planet to easily exchange information.

But in the vastness of the galaxy, the speed of light is a very weak speed.

The distance between two different galaxies is unimaginable to the average person.

Doesn't take into account attenuation, obstacles along the way, stardust, etc.

Even light takes months, if not years, to cover the distance between two galaxies.

It will take months, years to bring back the information of the other party.

Directly drive the subspace spacecraft to transmit the message, and it is relatively fast.

When the route is stable, a few days is enough to run a round trip.

Communication efficiency is key to the survival of a regime.

The Human Alliance relies on hypermembrane communication, or string communication, so to speak.

But this communication facility is too large.

It's expensive.

Can only be used for official communication between galaxies.

Once the fleet is on a long voyage, it becomes very inconvenient to exchange information in a timely manner.

Psionic communication is an effective complement to supermembrane communication.

The heart of the Holy Referee.

A group of people was arranged in a vast hall.

They had bewilderment and bewilderment on their faces.

"What are they going to let us do?"

The man next to Cullen asked.

"I don't know." Cullen shook his head, "I was chosen too. ”

The few people who formed the team with Miria at the beginning all had good positions.

Cullen was also an officer in the Psionic Force.

Who knew that one day, he would be told that he had been chosen.

The original position was handed over to another person at lightning speed.

Unclear, he was sent to the depths of the Holy Judgment.

Begin to learn various techniques for using psionic sensing to connect with others.

At the same time, they are required to swear an oath to the Holy Emperor that they will give everything for humanity, for the Empire, and for the Holy Emperor.

He is not alone.

Because he wasn't the only one chosen.

Rather, hundreds.

They come from different backgrounds.

The only characteristic is that they all possess psionic powers.

After ten days of studying, they were again asked to wash their bodies, put on white robes, and wait for the final purification ceremony.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know, but I heard that we want to do psionic communication."

"There's no wind leaking up there."

While the men were talking, several guards walked in from the direction of the gate

They wore golden armor and held halberds.

The tall body gives people a huge sense of oppression just by standing there.

"This way, all those who are ready, this way."

One of the Praetorian guards spoke, low and powerful.

Cullen and his party walked forward under the supervision of the Praetorian Guards.

The sound of their footsteps echoed through the slightly dimly lit corridor.

Lumens at intervals dragged their shadows for a long time.

At the end of the corridor is a huge golden arch.

Nine Praetorian guards stood there in full gear.

Their eyes were sharp, like knives.

Dissect everyone who wants to meet the Holy Emperor, and see clearly those evil, cruel thoughts and souls.

"Is that them?" A janitor standing in front of the golden arch asked.

The janissary who brought Cullen and the others nodded.

"Is Your Majesty ready?"

"Everything is ready."

"Then let them in."

"Open the door."

The hissing of a jet of high-pressure gas resounded inside the walls.

The golden arch slowly opened.

A bright light enveloped the room.

The roar of machinery exploded in everyone's ears.

"Get in." One of the guards said, "Go forward, don't look up. ”

Cullen and the others walked in.

The intense light made him have to bow his head.

They can only grope their way forward.

The terrible light blinded them.

Nothing can be seen at all.

After a while, his eyes adjusted a little.

He vaguely saw the sun spewing golden flames on a massive platform.

A figure sat in the sun.

Cullen wanted to see better.

But he was caught by a manipulator.

"Don't look around, sit in your seat."

A hoarse voice rang in Cullen's ears.

He was pinned to a sleek metal chair and his limbs were immobilized.

The head was fitted with a special spherical helmet.

After being put on the helmet, Cullen felt a lot better.

The terrifying glare was obscured by the helmet.

"The first candidates are ready."

"Prepare for the binding ceremony."

"Activate their helmets and get ready to go."

Their voices rang in Cullen's ears.

But his vision was blocked by his helmet, and he couldn't see anything.

The helmet made a buzzing sound.

His soul resonated, and the Supreme Heaven opened its arms to him.

"Is this a psionic instrument?" Cullen thought to himself.

His soul, his mind, was uncontrollably controlled by the machine, and was cast into the High Heavens.

In the next second, Cullen let out a scream.

The same goes for other psionics.

They did not enter the furious, chaotic, incomprehensible Supreme Heaven as before.

Instead, he was thrown into a sun that burned with golden flames

An indescribable pain filled their bodies in an instant.

From the soul to the flesh and blood, everywhere there was the pain of being burned.

It's like being burned in the flames.

Karen could hear every cell screaming.

This is indeed a psionic machine, but its purpose is not to allow Cullen and the others to roam in subspace, but to bind them to the will of the Holy Emperor.

Cullen thought he was dead.

That kind of torture is not acceptable to ordinary people.

His soul will be reduced to ashes in the sun, and his flesh will dissipate in subspace.

But after a while, the pain was gone.

Instead, there is a moisturizing feeling of dead wood in spring.

The shriveled body was nourished by the rain and dew.

So that they can recover from the torture they just had.

It's warm, as if it's shining in the sun.

The pain of the soul, the sorrow is gone.

They gained serenity.

When the candidates have survived the tipping point, the power of the Holy Emperor will no longer harm them, but will nourish them.

"Take the losers out, send them to treatment first, and let those who succeed register."

Several robotic hands reached over and opened the confinement device that held Cullen in place.

Cullen looked in that direction.

He saw a vague figure fitted with a mechanical prosthetic.

The other party was silent and did not speak.

But he was able to listen to the other person's heart.

"A lucky man, he succeeded, and he was infinitely blessed."

Wait for the other party to take off his helmet.

Karen just noticed something.

He had just seen each other through his helmet.

"My eyes!"

Cullen realized something.

He put his hand in front of his eyes.

But they couldn't see anything.

He lost his eyes.

"Congratulations, you have become a qualified messenger, and you will become the most important pillar of the empire."

Several people congratulated him.

Cullen could hear the envy in their hearts.

This mysterious purification ritual robbed him of his eyes, but increased his abilities.

Cullen didn't know how to reply.

If he knew that this so-called purification ritual would make him lose his eyes, he would definitely hesitate.

Even if you can get more power, you will hesitate.

"There have been forty successes and four hundred and sixty failures, and the losers have been sent for treatment, and it should be fine to recuperate for a while."

Next to the platform, Technical Director Morton is reporting to the Holy Emperor on the results of the psionic communication program.

"It's frustrating that the success rate isn't even 10 percent."

Such an outcome made Qin Zheng feel frustrated.

This particular soul-bound machine was created by him using the knowledge of the Human Alliance and his own insights.

I thought there would be at least a 30% chance that the candidates would be bound and made the foundation of the psionic communication plan.

It looks like we need to continue to adjust.

Qin Zheng stood up from the throne and stepped down from the high platform.

Those who had completed the purification ritual were also carried over.

Most of their pupils had turned grayish-white, as if they had been burned by flames.

There are also a few lucky ones who have no problems and are still able to see normally.

"I'm sorry to put you through this painful purification, but there's nothing I can do. The subspace is terrifying, and I must make sure that you can fight the evils of the subspace and deliver accurate messages that are not distorted by the creatures of the subspace. ”

Qin Zheng's words were very sincere, which made Karen feel a little guilty inexplicably.

It was as if the blind man was not him, but the Holy Emperor.

"It is our pleasure to serve you, Your Majesty." One person spoke, "There is no need to apologize for this, but when we chose to participate in the Galactic Expedition, we were ready to sacrifice. ”

"Go and rest first, blind man, and I'll inform the doctor to implant you with the best mechanical prosthetic eye." Qin Zheng said.

Cullen and the others were taken down by medical personnel.

After they left, Qin Zheng checked around the throne.

Want to see where the problem is.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with your machine."

Xu Fu came out of the darkness.

He saw Qin Zheng's masterpiece.

Truth be told, this guy is a lunatic.

Bind telepaths to themselves so that they can communicate faster than light between the stars.

Such a thing, Xu Fu doesn't know how to describe it!!

The only feeling is madness.

He felt that Qin Zheng had no reverence for subspace.

"What's the problem?" Qin Zheng asked directly without looking back.

"Your machine was designed before, but your strength is so much stronger than before that those people can't bear it at all, so they can blind." Xu Fu said: "Seriously, I'm curious about what you are?? Why is your strength growing so fast? You don't need to cultivate, you don't need to feel, you don't need to strengthen, but your strength is growing all the time!! ”

If there are typos, you can point them out in the comment area

(End of chapter)