A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"When did you light it?"

Zuo Si asked with a solemn expression.

He was currently standing under the mostly completed Chronosphere Beacon Tower, looking up at hundreds of thousands of New Phyrexia creations who were building complex metal structures so that the top of the tower could float to the highest point. of planeswalker sparks.

Although the ignited spark appeared to be only a very faint bright spot due to its distance, people with slightly poor eyesight would probably ignore it.

But as a planeswalker, Zuo Si could feel the huge energy from it.

That is the result of weak links with thousands of time and space throughout the multiverse, and it is also the reason why it can maintain this consumption.

Otherwise, when a spark collides with another spark and ignites, the energy stored inside it will soon be extinguished due to exhaustion.

"Well...it's been about fourteen days. Also, this spark was ignited by Jinji Tasha and has nothing to do with me."

The diary carefully gave an exact number.

"Fourteen days? You actually didn't even bother to notify me after fourteen days!"

Zuo Si turned around suddenly and looked a little scary.

The diary quickly argued: "You can't blame me.

Because there were no problems at all before.

Jinji Tasha and I captured almost all the planeswalkers who teleported over, and not even one escaped by chance.

And we have also collected more than fifteen planeswalker sparks for you.

The most important thing is that the research on Jinji Tasha is nearing completion, and a complete planeswalker will be produced soon.

We all know that this is the key to New Phyrexia surpassing Old Phyrexia, and it is also one of the necessary chips to win the War of the Spark.

I don't have any reason not to support him. "

But Zuo Si unceremoniously grabbed the neck of the diary and asked, "Do you know that lighting it means exposing the location of Mutahar Floating City in time and space?

Do you know what the consequences will be if you send massive amounts of knowledge to the entire multiverse through it?

The time, space, and universe that we were originally familiar with may now have begun to completely move towards the unknown under the influence of this information!

You are weakening or even destroying the great advantage we have.

From now on, we will have to face an unpredictable multiverse of rampage.

Even time and space will undergo some unpredictable changes.

In comparison, Asuok's appearance was nothing. "

There is no doubt that the impact caused by the early commissioning of the hyperspace beacon tower is unprecedented.

Even aside from attracting the attention of planeswalkers across the multiverse, the mere spread of knowledge was enough to create huge waves.

Although Zuo Si has not yet checked how many worlds the spark floating above his head is connected to, and how the status of these worlds has changed as a result.

But what is certain is that even if dozens or even hundreds of people in each time and space receive part of it, the world they live in will never be peaceful, let alone continue to follow the original script as if it were not affected by external factors. develop.

Whether it is the distribution of benefits brought about by technological leaps, the powerful individual power brought by magical knowledge, or the potion that can cure all diseases and achieve immortality, it will 100% lead to fierce battles and even devastating wars.

And a full fourteen days was enough to produce a diffusion effect, and even if you wanted to save it, it was too late.

I have to say that Zuo Si was a little annoyed by the private drama between Jinji Tasha and Diary.

Although he himself has always encouraged his subordinates to exert their subjective initiative and give them great autonomy, he never expected that these two guys would actually hold back such a big move.

The diary shrugged his shoulders innocently and whispered: "Things have already happened, what's the use of talking about it now? You'd better find a way to remedy it quickly. I'm really afraid of Nicol Bolas or If Wu Jin teleports here suddenly, we will be in big trouble."

"Shut up! Do you still have the nerve to talk?"

Zuo Si glared at the diary angrily, then flew straight into the air and stopped just one step away from igniting the spark, stretched out a finger and pressed it lightly.

moment!

The overwhelming information and tens of millions of languages ​​are like a tsunami frantically impacting the dam called reason.

An ordinary person would probably have lost his mind and become a complete fool or simply brain-dead by now.

Fortunately, Zuo Si had already been mentally prepared and activated his divine and quasi-divine powers to assist.

In just a few seconds, he classified and filed all the information, and confirmed several time spaces and even universes where feedback had already occurred.

Most of them are complete strangers, but a handful are relatively familiar.

For example, the famous Marvel and DC universes, as well as the extremely depressing and despairing Warhammer universe, and the Cthulhu Mythos world, etc.

Since he had already mastered part of the time power, Zuo Si could clearly see the ripples caused by the diary and Jinji Tasha throwing stones into the darkness.

At this moment, the priest in the Warhammer Universe who thought he had been blessed by the Almighty Machine God was being interrogated by the Great Sage sent by the Great Sage Society from the Mars headquarters, also known as the Great Sage Society.

Along with the Archmagos is a Battle Sister from the Ordo Hereticus.

There is no doubt that in the power structure of this huge human interstellar empire, the above two organizations are out-and-out powerful and even privileged factions.

Needless to say, there is no need to say more about the Mechanicum. All things related to technological research and development, weapons and equipment construction and production are under their control, and they can also have independent armies, administrative agencies, and colonial planets.

Rather than being a department under the empire, they are more like half of the empire.

Without them, the human empire would not have been able to survive until now surrounded by powerful enemies.

One of the heads of the double-headed eagle, the symbol of the empire, represents the Mechanicum, which shows how high their status and authority are.

However, like all very large organizations, there are many factions within the Mechanicus, and the number of factions is beyond imagination.

Disagreements and battles between various schools and factions are going on almost all the time, and the cruel elimination system can even drive normal people crazy.

You must know that members of the Mechanicus are not technicians in the traditional sense who can only hide behind and have no power to restrain themselves.

Not only do they have to engage in research and production, but they also have to frequently participate in wars. When necessary, they will even have mechanical priests leading a charge, and their mortality rate is not much lower than that of other combat troops.

As for the Battle Sisters of the Heretic Tribunal, they represent another organization comparable to the Mechanicum - the Church of the Church.

As you can tell from the name, this organization is the largest religious organization in the human empire, and the object of its worship is none other than the emperor who has the power to compete with the evil god of subspace.

Although the emperor himself claimed more than once that he was not a god and had no intention of enslaving humans.

But as the Horus Heresy caused him to sit on the Golden Throne, his contact with the outside world became less and less, and he even became half-dead. This kind of belief and worship is like a wild horse running wild, and now It has become one of the three most powerful institutions in the Human Empire.

After all, this huge empire needs a supreme symbolic symbol to unite everyone to ensure that it does not lead to division or civil war.

The emperor who ended the dark age of mankind is exactly the symbol that convinces everyone.

So this is essentially out of political necessity, and he will inevitably be deified whether he wants it or not.

What's more, in this universe where individual will is suppressed to the extreme, and ordinary people will die violently if they are not careful, and even their souls cannot rest in peace, people do need religion to purify their souls and alleviate increasingly serious social conflicts.

In particular, the Heresy Tribunal under the Anglican Church not only has the highest level of investigative power, but can also immediately execute targets, skipping general judicial procedures, as long as the evidence is conclusive.

Among them, the Battle Sisters are the subordinate combat troops of the Inquisition.

They are different from the stereotype of most people who wear black robes and have kind faces. They are a group of religious space warriors. They are not only equipped with power mechas, bolters and chainswords, but also believe in "praising the emperor". Emperor, the ammunition is loaded, there is always a fanatical idea between the two that can purify heretics."

One can only imagine what methods these women will adopt when dealing with so-called "heresies".

Some mentally twisted and perverted people take pleasure in torturing and killing prisoners.

Just from the appearance of the Battle Sister and the Great Sage at the same time, it can be seen that the empire's senior officials attach great importance to this matter.

As for the Zerg that almost captured the entire colonial planet, they had already been torn into pieces by the rescue fleet that arrived later. It is estimated that even the corpses have been disposed of.

Some bugs that were lucky enough to survive were even captured alive and taken away for various cruel studies.

After all, due to the huge pressure to survive, the humans in this universe are not virgins at all, and no one has enough to run an animal protection organization.

Quite the opposite!

The entire empire pursues human supremacy.

Even contact and cooperation with other races may lead to being labeled as treason and directly executed.

Human life here is really just a series of numbers on a statistical list.

Even the propaganda slogans of the army are "Our lives are the emperor's currency" and "Our duty is to die for the emperor." These statements can almost be defined as anti-human brainwashing by cults.

Because if not, the demons and evil gods of the subspace, orcs, zerg, necrons and other enemies will swarm in to destroy the empire and completely drive out the entire human race.

"Moore, I think you should know what a huge mistake you have made, don't you? After all, the Iron Man Rebellion that broke out in the golden age of mankind has proven what terrible consequences can be caused by giving machines too much intelligence."

After a few minutes of brief silence, the Great Sage took the lead in breaking the silence with a low electronic sound.

The golden age he mentioned refers to around the twenty-sixth millennium, when human science and technology had developed to an incredible level. Artificial intelligence and standardized production templates were applied to various fields, and could even be mass-produced with the ability to think independently. Creative, imaginative robots.

In that era, there were no flesh and blood in the human military. Everything from ordinary soldiers to space battleships were replaced by robots and artificial intelligence.

There are even rumors that the power mechas worn by the Astartes Space Marines today were just ordinary industrial protective suits back then, and that the Titans, known as the machines of gods, were just multi-functional large machines customized for colonizing planets. , the space battleship built that year even had energy protection and a protection system to resist subspace erosion.

In short, all technology and science today are just archeology, restoration and restoration of the golden age of mankind.

This is also the background for the birth of the Mechanicum.

In many cases, they don't even understand the principles of some of the technological creations of the past, and they just copy and use them through some industrial machines.

It is because there is so much that cannot be explained that religions and cults of faith are born out of it.

But the golden age of mankind did not last long.

Perhaps due to the influence of the evil god of subspace, or perhaps due to some unknown reasons, the robots created by humans suddenly broke out into a large-scale rebellion.

They want to completely destroy their creator.

Almost half of the Ironmen became rebels, while the other half remained loyal to humanity.

The two sides launched a life-and-death contest in the vast universe.

In the end, the war was barely won with the help of other races.

Afterwards, humans quickly dealt with those robots that were still loyal to them, and artificial intelligence has become a taboo since then.

Not to mention further research and exploration, even existing technologies have been abandoned and destroyed.

This is also the reason why the human empire has clearly become the overlord of the entire galaxy, but is so lagging behind in the field of artificial intelligence.

It’s not that humanity’s technological tree is crooked, but that we have learned very painful lessons before.

But the mechanical priest known as Moore obviously did not intend to admit guilt. He still raised his head and glared at his two electronic eyes and retorted fervently: "No! This is not a mistake, but a generous gift from the great God of Machinery! It is different from those who launched the rebellion. Unlike the Iron Man, he is a truly awakened machine soul."

"But the power used by that giant war machine comes from subspace! How do you explain this?" The battle nun with short silver-white hair asked.

"It's just a pure technology, just like the force field protection added to the advanced power mecha. And the war machine I built is not targeted by the subspace evil gods or demons, is it?"

Moore responded without giving an inch.

The reason why he had such confidence to dare to argue with the feared Battle Sisters was because of the privileges granted to the Mechanicum by the Emperor.

As a priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus, only the Great Sage from Mars can pronounce him guilty and punish him accordingly.

At best, the Inquisition oversaw the process and documented it.

The battle sister was obviously irritated by this guy who was unrepentant and provoking her. There was a dangerous light in her eyes. One of her hands was already pressed on the chain sword of the power mecha, as if she might pull it out at any time and kill this criminal. Chop the guilty bastard into pieces.

However, she obviously forgot that the mechanical priest in front of her has transformed more than 95% of his body into mechanical structures. Even if he is torn into pieces, as long as the container holding the brain is not damaged, he can only replace his body with another one. It's a matter of minutes.

“That war machine is not just pure technology, but also has some parts that cannot be explained by science.

For example, those mysterious symbols that can draw energy from the subspace, and his core that no longer needs to be injected with any energy or fuel after activation.

These things are far beyond the level of technology we have today.

To be precise, it should belong to another completely different technical route.

Tell me who gave you this knowledge. "

The great sage vigorously lifted the thing in his hand that represented his identity and status like an axe, and stabbed it hard on the ground, making a muffled sound.

The reason why he appeared on this remote colonial planet was not actually because someone built a robot with powerful abilities.

Because of the distribution of the Mechanicum within the vast territory of the Human Empire, there are simply countless "little things" like this.

As long as it does not cause major harm, it usually only needs to be reprimanded by the immediate superior and then forced to destroy one's own creation.

After all, everyone in the Cult of Mechanicus is equipped with a brain chip.

Therefore, the control of superiors over subordinates is absolute and cannot be violated.

Once the Great Sage issues an attack order through this chip, even if the low-level mechanical priests, servitors and other subordinates are unwilling to execute it, they will stride towards the battlefield and fight against an enemy that is many times or even dozens of times more powerful than themselves until the entire army is annihilated. died in battle.

What really matters to the Mars headquarters is where the complete technology used on this machine, which is completely different from human technology, comes from.

You must know that every technology has a step-by-step process from birth to development.

Especially for those technologies that look very advanced, there must be a civilization strong enough to support it.

And this is what the Mechanicus and even the entire human empire are most worried about.

Moore's electronic cigarette began to flash wildly, and it took a full minute before he responded: "Of course it is the great God of Machinery! It is the omnipotent Ohm Messiah! He injected this knowledge into my brain. You He who has control over my brain chip and can completely view my memories should know that I am not lying about this matter."

"No! There is no omnipotent machine god in your memory at all, only a large amount of complex and incomprehensible information intermittently. I have no way of judging where it comes from, and how it is transformed into something you can understand in your brain. science and technology."

The great sage's tone contained strong anger.

This feeling of standing in front of the treasure house door and being unable to enter gave him an extremely strong sense of frustration as he was used to being superior to most members of the Mechanicum.

After all, every great sage is equivalent to the leader of his faction and a super scholar. He has unparalleled confidence and superiority in his own intelligence.

But now, even a low-level priest can master the knowledge, but I can't understand anything at all. It's strange that I feel better.

Moore obviously noticed this, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! That's because the almighty God of Machines chose me, so no one except me can accept and understand this knowledge..."

Before the mechanical priest could finish speaking, the huge robot behind him, which was fixed on the shelf like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, suddenly interrupted: "No, the reason why you can understand this knowledge has nothing to do with the omnipotent God of Machinery. , it’s just that your soul is just able to receive this frequency from other dimensions.”

The words have not yet been spoken!

A stream of black grease quickly emerged from the giant robot's body, swallowing up all the surrounding steel and mechanical parts at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, these metals were devoured and decomposed, and then underwent a series of complex reconstructions that cannot be described in words.

When it was all over, the originally huge robot and more than a billion tons of alloy had been condensed into a metal human being only two meters tall under the action of some unexplainable force.

This terrifying compression of matter creates a huge mass, which in turn generates gravity.

Especially the great sage whose whole body had been transformed into a machine, and the battle nun who was wearing a power mecha, they all immediately felt a weak force field pulling on them.

"Heretic! Who are you?"

The battle sister snapped, raising her bolter and aiming it at the tech-human's head.

But less than a second later, she found in disbelief that the weapon in her hand suddenly emitted black grease from the inside, quickly decomposing the weapon and even the power mecha.

In the blink of an eye, all that was left was the tights that stuck to the skin and showed a muscular figure.

Although the Battle Sisters have not received exaggerated genetic modifications like the Astartes, coupled with long-term combat training, the overall concave and convex curves are quite good.

Before others around him could react to what was happening, the metal human suddenly flashed in front of the disarmed battle nun in an inexplicable way. He brushed her cheek with a slightly frivolous movement, and finally his fingers stayed on With a fragile neck, he said with a smile: "Calm down, little girl, religious fanaticism cannot solve any problems. What's more, your emperor has always emphasized that he is not a god, and he does not like to enslave himself in the name of a god. Compatriots.”

"Heretic! You may be able to kill me, but you can never shake my faith and will!"

When she said this, the battle nun's eyes showed determination as if she was ready to die.

Obviously, like many combatants in the Human Empire who have been brainwashed, she has experienced too many battles and is already ready to sacrifice her life for the emperor at any time.

In the eyes of this group of religious fanatics, this is not only a great sacrifice, but also a kind of martyrdom.

Just when everyone at the scene thought that the disarmed nun would be killed by the unknown creature and her blood would be spattered on the spot, the metal man suddenly released his big hand holding his neck and patted it as if he were rewarding a puppy. The top of the Battle Sister's head, and then gently pushed it away.

This is obviously a goodwill signal.

It also left the battle nuns who were originally prepared to sacrifice a little confused, completely confused as to what the other party wanted to do.

After all, after losing the power mecha, she was just a slightly stronger and more experienced human woman.

Not to mention dealing with an unknown life form compressed from billions of tons of alloy, even the lowest level Zerg cannon fodder can easily kill it.

"I think we should be able to talk, what do you think?"

The metal man directly sent a signal that he wanted to talk to the Great Sage of the Mechanicus, who had the highest power and status present.

You don't need to ask to know that he is Zuo Si who has descended his consciousness through the super-dimensional beacon tower, and those black oils are the new shining oils that have gone through countless rounds of evolution and transformation.

Because there are too many forces in this universe whose threat level is difficult to determine, such as the evil god who rules the subspace and the emperor of the human empire who is suspected to be shaped by powerful beliefs. There are also forces that feed on stars, planets and even souls and can be controlled. The Star Gods who follow the rules of the real universe, the Necrons who defeated the Star Gods, and the Ancient Saints who fought against them in the first interstellar war...

Oh, I almost forgot about the powerful invaders from other galaxies - the Tyranids.

In short, Zuo Si did not intend to intervene rashly until the situation was understood.

On the one hand, his main army is still stationed in the universe where Azeroth is located, confronting the Burning Legion, and there is no telling when a second round of all-out war will suddenly break out;

On the other hand, one of the strongest trump cards he has, "Tong Zhao", is still cooling down.

So Zuo Si planned to try to contact the Human Empire first to see if some deals or cooperation could be reached first.

The great sage of the Mechanicus was obviously hesitant. It took several minutes before he raised his head and responded: "I agree with your proposal, but before that we need to know who you are."

"You can call me Soth, a traveler who travels through different universes.

All the knowledge in the mind of the mechanical priest was sent over a large area by me through some kind of device to confirm the spatial locations of different universes.

If nothing else, with your current population base and the sphere of influence you control, at least several thousand people should have received it.

Of course, other intelligent creatures living in this universe should have received it to some extent.

So you can consider me a generous sharer of knowledge. "

Zuo Si selectively told part of the truth with a smile.

"What? You mean other non-human races have also acquired this knowledge?"

The Great Sage's tone instantly became tense.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. Because the transmission of this signal is indiscriminate. As long as the corresponding conditions are met, fragments of knowledge can be obtained from it."

"Wait! You said pieces of knowledge instead of all of it?"

The great sage suddenly raised his head, his two electronic eyes flashing continuously to show the violent emotional fluctuations in his master's heart.

"That's right. The knowledge and metals he obtained are less than one ten thousandth of the total. Because the storage capacity of the human brain is limited, once it is exceeded, it will instantly lead to brain death or become a fool."

Zuo Si calmly threw out the first bait, which was knowledge and technology.

This is undoubtedly very attractive to the Mechanicus and even the entire human empire.

As he expected, the great sage immediately became very interested in this and asked in an impatient tone: "Then how can we get them all?"

"All? Haha, don't you think your appetite is a little too big? Even the mechanical priest couldn't understand the technology used to build intelligent robots. Do you think you can understand it even if I give this knowledge to you? How much do you understand? I suggest you start with these black oils."

After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and grabbed the shimmering oil flowing around, put it into a container and handed it over.

"Shuoyou?"

The Great Sage subconsciously caught it and quickly used various electronic and mechanical parts on his body to detect it, and instantly discovered the anomaly.

He tried to pick up a piece of scrap metal on the ground and put it in.

In a short time, this piece of scrap metal was completely decomposed, and then reassembled into a sophisticated mechanical structure that crawled around at extremely fast speeds.

There is no doubt that this completely subverted everyone's understanding of mechanical manufacturing.

The battle nun, who only had her tights on, showed an expression of fear and vigilance.

Probably in her eyes, this is simply a huge threat to the entire human empire.

Once infected and corroded by the Shimmering Oil, even the most powerful fleets and Space Marines will quickly become lambs to the slaughter due to the loss of weapons and equipment.

"These greases are a nano-programmable material that is so small that it is almost impossible to observe? It's unbelievable! It... he seems to have his own consciousness!"

The great sage couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

No one present knew the terrifying power and huge potential of Shuoyou better than him.

"Yes, I am the master with the highest authority over Shuoyou. How about it, I think I have shown enough sincerity, right?"

Zuo Si opened his arms to absorb all the shimmering oil sent around him into his temporary steel body, and at the same time grabbed the little shimmering oil creation that kept running around.

"So what do you want from us?"

The great sage's tone became obviously more respectful, and he continued to probe cautiously.

Because he knew very well that as long as the unknown existence in front of him was willing, he could set off a horrific disaster at any time, causing civilizations that relied on technology and steel to return to the primitive Stone Age overnight.

Zuo Si pursed his lips and replied meaningfully: "It's very simple. I want the thing you lack most, and that is your soul."

soul? !

Everyone present had strange expressions when they heard this word.

Because there is only one force in this universe that is interested in souls, and that is the evil gods of subspace and their demons.

The relationship between the Human Empire and these guys can be described as unrelenting enemies.

Since the people present had no protection from mind protection magic or technology, Zuo Si easily sensed the thoughts in their minds and immediately explained: "Don't stare at me with that look. I am not the evil god of subspace. The use of souls I don’t want them to be evil and cruel. On the contrary, I will send all the souls to the country that I rule and let them start a new life there.”

While talking, Zuo Si directly used the oil to create a three-dimensional projection device out of thin air, instantly displaying the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth floor of Baator Hell.

There is no doubt that although this is a place that tends to be lawful evil, with a lot of evil hidden under the glamorous appearance, it is definitely much better than this universe full of depression and despair.

At least in a cyberpunk city, ordinary people can vent their physical desires without worrying about being targeted by Slaanesh. They don’t need to worry about eventually becoming the slaves of Khorne because of their bloodthirsty and belligerence, let alone just because they like to play conspiracy. The ruse unwittingly becomes part of Tzeentch's greater plan.

Perhaps the only thing that made the higher-ups in the empire feel unhappy was that the races living here were not just humans, but also many weird alien species.

You must know that the huge territory of this cosmic human empire is not given away for free, but is achieved through iron and blood wars, massacres, conquests, and occupation and colonization.

In the process of the expansion of the human empire, countless races were slaughtered.

The canned aliens and seed killings carried out by some star war criminals are all leftover from the human empire.

There are no hawks or doves within it at all, only extreme hawks and more extreme hawks.

The attitude towards non-human races is also quite simple and crude, that is, if the strength allows, every one encountered will be eliminated.

If the opponent has the ability to counterattack and protect itself, then maintain the fragile peace and maintain strength for the time being, and then launch an expedition to eliminate it when the time is right.

Anyway, the idea that people who are not our race must have different minds has almost penetrated into the marrow of the entire society and even the race.

"The exchange conditions you proposed are beyond my authority. I need to report to higher levels for instructions."

The Great Sage stared at the changing images in the projection and was silent for a long time before he responded.

Although he himself doesn't think there is anything wrong with the human empire's total population of 40 billion, consuming hundreds of billions of low-level civilians in exchange for more knowledge and technology. He even thinks that the empire is the biggest player in this transaction. A very profitable party.

But the problem is that he does not have the power to reach an agreement with an unknown powerful existence on behalf of the empire.

"No problem, I'll be waiting for your answer on this planet. But I suggest you move faster, because my patience is not infinite, and there are not only those who want to trade with me in this universe. Humanity."

After saying that, Zuo Sina's body made of metal compression casting disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

After the Great Sage confirmed through a series of tests that Zuo Si had left, he turned around and asked, "Sister Kayla, do you have anything to say about this matter?"

The battle nun known as Keira shook her head with a solemn expression: "No, I just want to report to the Tribunal immediately. No matter what the creature calling himself Soth is, the power he possesses is obviously beyond The scope of what we can understand. Perhaps only the Prince Regent can make a judgment on an incident of this level."

"In that case, let's each report to our superiors. I hope the center's response will be faster this time."

The Great Sage complained softly about the empire's bloated, corrupt and unresponsive administrative agencies, then turned around and led his men outside.

Because Zuo Si swallowed up all the surrounding metal, the cell used to imprison mortals and the huge manufacturing center below have completely disappeared, leaving only a huge pit that leads hundreds of kilometers deep into the earth's core. It looks very... Creepy.

But before he could take a few steps, Sister Kayla immediately shouted from behind: "Your Excellency, Great Sage, please wait a moment. What should Father Moore do?"

"up to you."

The great sage obviously did not want to waste time on this unimportant issue, and he disappeared into the darkness after a while.

You don't need to ask to know what kind of ripples a contact like this would cause within the Human Empire.

When the news came back to the home planet of Terra, Regent Robert Guilliman immediately convened an emergency meeting.

As Lord of the Ultramarines, one of the Emperor's transcendent creations, and the only remaining Primarch, he is the last hope for the Imperium of Mankind once the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne.

Thanks to the efforts of this regent, the decayed bureaucracy was able to be slightly improved, and the rebellion that was set off was quickly suppressed, barely maintaining the existence of the human empire.

"I believe you have all seen the intelligence sent back. Now tell me your own views and opinions. What attitude should we adopt towards this unknown existence?"

The regent spoke first to break the silence.

As a being with extraordinary wisdom and strength, he knew that he could not manage this crumbling empire on his own, so he needed to cultivate more loyal and capable subordinates to assist him.

Normally, Robert Guilliman would not express his attitude immediately when encountering problems and troubles. Instead, he would try to train these carefully selected men by letting them use their brains to think first.

It was through these words and deeds that Terra, the home planet of the Human Empire, was able to slowly recover from a scene of decline and endure a crisis of destruction.

But unfortunately, this time everyone else present frowned and had no intention of speaking at all.

The reason is simple. Whether it is the great sage of the Mechanicum or the battle sister of the Heretic Tribunal, the information transmitted back is very limited.

Especially the mysterious substance called shimmering oil, which has not yet been sent to Mars for in-depth study.

How can it be possible to make effective and accurate judgments without any basis for this?

So it's no surprise that the silence fell.

Just when the atmosphere at the meeting became a little awkward, the only non-human woman present stood up and said in a very pleasant voice: "I think since the other party has shown enough goodwill, we should at least try to contact and build trust. Relationship. After all, if powerful creatures like this are willing to stand on our side, they can greatly improve the combat capabilities of the army, and even find a way to defeat the evil god of subspace."

"Ms. Efrenie, please pay attention to what you say. We still don't know whether the other party is kind or weird. What's more, what the other party wants to trade is human souls!"

Another tall, strong man said something sarcastic and sarcastic.

It is not difficult to tell from his attitude that he does not like this non-human being at all. To be precise, he is the leader of the Eldar Death Army.

This race is somewhat similar to space elves. Their limbs are slender, they have perfect facial features, elegant almond-shaped eyes, and tapered ears. They have a very high level of intelligence and feel emotions far more strongly than humans.

They are one of the very few, and can even be said to be the only race that has formed an alliance with the human empire.

As early as the Iron Man Rebellion, the two sides had jointly formed an alliance.

However, in the eyes of the Eldar with a long history, humans are just a group of monkeys who have just stepped from primitive to civilization.

Even though the current human empire has become the overlord of the galaxy, this view is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Similarly, there are some human supremacists within the empire who don't like the Eldar, and even feel that this group of destitute people who are almost exterminated have no idea what they are secretly trying to do.

Especially Evrené, who is so close to the Imperial Regent Robert Guilliman. God knows if she wants to use her dirty and despicable body to steal the precious genes of the original body, and then give birth to a child with powerful strength and wisdom. Mixed race offspring.