A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

“It is precisely because we cannot confirm that we need to maintain contact and contact.

Even if it is the conspiracy of the subspace evil god, it is better to have it in our sight than to know nothing about it.

What's more, there are not only evil gods in the subspace, but also some unknown beings that we don't even know much about.

Wouldn’t it be a good thing if there was a way to learn about and study it?

As for the human soul…

If the world shown by the other party as the world where souls live after death is true, compared to the brutal rule implemented on many planets of the empire, death may not be a relief for many low-level civilians.

Therefore, I suggest using dozens of planets as bargaining chips. Even if it fails in the end, it will be far from damaging to the empire.

But once we succeed, we can get rid of this passive situation. "

Efrenie expressed her attitude very simply.

She was clearly aware that she was not welcome here, but she didn't care at all.

Because in Evelyn's eyes, it doesn't matter whether these ordinary humans hate themselves, hate themselves, or are wary of themselves.

There was only one thing she really valued and cared about, and that was Robert Guilliman, the regent and the son of the Emperor of Mankind, who was sitting on the throne.

You must know that in the eyes of the Eldar, the Eternal Emperor may still be barely considered a human being, but these primitives created using subspace technology and forbidden science have absolutely nothing to do with humans.

What a joke!

These guys can recover even if their heads are blasted by a hammer. They can enter the cold space with their bodies without any protective power and survive the terrifying high temperature and pressure inside the star without being hurt. They can easily create a force field through their spiritual energy and destroy a huge ship. The space battleship is torn apart or thrown out, anticipating and avoiding the dense long-range fire coverage from the enemy in advance.

Back then, the Emperor wanted to kill his great son who started a rebellion, but he managed to kill him only by creating an energy comparable to a supernova explosion. This shows how terrifying the power of the original body is.

The real title of the so-called "primarch" should be "demigod" or "son of god".

And their strength is far more terrifying and outrageous than that of the Sons of Baal in Faerun.

Although the Emperor of the Human Empire repeatedly emphasized that all his sons were human and also used their own genes.

But in the eyes of the more ancient Eldar, these primitives and humans are completely different creatures.

As for the emperor, he is not so much the founder and supreme ruler of the empire, but rather a god shaped by the human race through faith and worship.

In this regard, the Eldar are rich in experience and have created more than one god through faith very early on.

Even Slaanesh, one of the four most powerful Chaos Gods in the Warp, was ultimately created due to their continued corruption, indulgence, torture, abuse and enslavement.

Therefore, there is a big difference in the attitude of the Eldar when facing the original body and ordinary humans.

They may laugh at ordinary people like uncivilized monkeys, but they will never show any slight or disrespect to the Primarch.

This can be seen in the imaginatively intimate relationship between Evrene and Robert Guilliman.

“I think what Ms. Evelyn said makes sense.

No matter what this unknown existence is, as long as it shows a willingness to communicate and communicate, we should not reject it easily.

However, in order to prevent possible conspiracies and the huge risks hidden therein, I think several star systems should be isolated as a testing ground.

In this way, even if the evil god of subspace is weird, the empire can directly control the disaster within a certain range at the cost of destroying these planets and even galaxies.

Another commander of the imperial army who attended the meeting - Trajan Valoris said extremely cold words with a straight face and an emotionless tone.

Like most of the top leaders of the human empire, he obviously regards the people at the bottom as a resource or even a consumable.

As long as the empire's rule can be maintained and those real threats can be eliminated, the death of dozens of people on the planet is nothing.

Especially those colonial planets that mainly focus on agriculture and animal husbandry are often invaded by foreign enemies and slaughtered alive, and it is impossible to wait for any reinforcements.

Because in the eyes of the higher-ups, their lives are not worth dispatching a super space warrior like the Astartes.

In fact, due to the sparse number of Astartes, the inhabitants of most planets may never encounter these so-called "angels" in their lifetime.

As the saying goes, good steel should be used on the blade.

Only important industrial casting planets, recruiting planets, and certain star domain ruling centers have the opportunity to see these powerful genetically modified warriors up close.

And once they appear, it often means that the situation has become so bad that ordinary armies can no longer cope with it, and it can basically be declared that there are not many living people left on the entire planet.

What's more, even if hundreds of agricultural planets are destroyed at once, it will not affect the overall situation.

With the number of planets and the level of automated agriculture and animal husbandry technology currently possessed by the human empire, it is simply impossible for a food crisis to occur.

Even if it does occur, food consumption can be reduced by sending the excess useless population to the front lines to be consumed.

To a certain extent, the overall style of the Empire of Man perfectly fits the lawful evil alignment tendencies.

Even Robert Guilliman, the regent who always gives people a bright, just and majestic impression, actually has nothing to do with kindness.

When he first took over the mess of the empire and carried out drastic reforms, it was basically that anyone who dared to stand in his way would die. The shadow of his subordinates was everywhere, leaving no room for compromise or negotiation.

Even conservative estimates suggest that the number of people who died in this political storm will not be less than one million or even tens of millions.

Due to its large population base, the empire never minds launching brutal and bloody internal purges.

The Inquisition is always vigilant about all groups susceptible to corruption by Khorne, Slaanesh, Tzeentch, and Nurgle, as well as entertainment activities and desires that may be targeted by the Chaos God.

If I had to use one word to describe the current situation of human empire society, there would be only two words - depression, and it was extremely repressive everywhere from the body to the mind.

If anyone dares to complain or even curse these policies, then wait until the Inquisition comes to teach you what loyalty is.

no way.

Who allows all the too strong emotions in the real universe to eventually be projected into the subspace and become food for some evil gods.

The only way to prevent them from becoming more and more powerful is to suppress desires and various entertainments in a way that goes against their nature, preferably completely numb and become a cog in the imperial war machine.

Many times there are rebellions within the empire and complete surrender to the evil god of chaos. The main reason is most likely because they are driven crazy by this ubiquitous oppression.

After all, when a person has been tortured and exploited and is required to use the bones of himself and his comrades to block the enemy's advance, how can there be no resentment in his heart?

When the slave workers saw the great Space Marines passing by, they turned a deaf ear to the suffering they were suffering. Instead, they only defended the greedy governors and bureaucrats, brandishing their swords and guns like slaughtering livestock to slaughter the civilians who had caused the riot, and even glorified them. It's called "Salvation", how much sense of identity and belonging does it have to this empire?

The ones who caused the death of most humans and plundered and tortured them were actually neither the Chaos Gods of the Warp nor the Orcs who would grow out of the ground if they were not careful, nor the Eldar, the overlords of the galaxy of the previous generation. As well as the Tyranids and Necrons, it is precisely the Empire itself and its lackeys-the planetary governor and the entire bureaucracy.

If the regime can still maintain stability in this environment, then it will be a ghost.

From the perspective of ordinary people, since being a citizen of the empire requires enduring both physical and mental pain and torture, and you will never be able to get ahead, why not try to join the Chaos Evil God?

Anyway, they are still hurt, they are distorted and become ugly, and they still have no hope or future.

At least the Chaos Evil Gods can allow you to experience happiness and pleasure through your senses.

This is why many people say that the empire is actually dead long ago, and is now just a rotting and smelly corpse.

Because the entire large lower-class population has feelings of disgust, hostility, and hatred for this country, and they want to see its destruction from the bottom of their hearts.

If it weren't for the Emperor himself, and the Primarch he created and the Super Space Marines based on the Primarch, who were powerful enough to suppress all rebellions through violent machines, the Empire would have been revolted and divided again and again. completely disappeared.

After all, under normal circumstances, no regime can continue to operate despite widespread anti-government tendencies at the grassroots level.

As a Primarch who survived the brutal civil war, Robert Guilliman was undoubtedly the person who was most aware of the dire state of the Empire, and had even expressed dissatisfaction and disappointment on more than one occasion.

Although he has been using his super brain to do his best to promote reforms and make the decaying empire revitalized, it is a pity that all efforts failed to achieve the desired results.

Although it cannot be said that there is no improvement at all, it can only be regarded as better than nothing.

Just as the regent was contemplating how to handle this matter, a petite-looking woman suddenly stood up and said in a slightly playful voice: "In principle, I agree with Ms. Efrenie's point of view.

No matter what, this is a precious opportunity. It would not be the empire's style to give it up because of possible risks.

But I suggest that this matter is best led by the state religion with more firm beliefs and loyalty, rather than the Mechanicus on Mars.

I believe everyone here should know how obsessed and fanatical these guys are for Om Messiah, the god of knowledge, technology and machinery.

Once a large-scale rebellion occurs among them, it will definitely be a disaster for the empire in turmoil. "

You don’t need to ask to know that there is only one woman in the parliament who gives people such a delicate feeling, and that is Violetta Roskafler, the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

But no one dares to underestimate this woman.

Because the person standing behind her was none other than the Regent Robert Guilliman.

"But the problem is that there is already a great sage there. According to the Olympus Agreement signed by the emperor on Mars, it is difficult for us to prevent the Mechanicus from contacting this unknown existence. After all, science and technology are their exclusive domain."

Ecclesiastical Pope Eos Ritra pointed out the problem.

You must know that the current empire is not the glorious era when all power was vested in one person before the emperor sat on the Golden Throne. The Mechanicum has long become a semi-independent and huge organization that listens to orders but does not listen to propaganda.

The number of colonial planets they control can reach a quarter or even a third of the entire empire.

It's no joke if you piss off these oil guys.

Fortunately, the Cult of Mechanicus is not monolithic, and there are endless assassinations and rapes among each other.

Of course, the other two major institutions of the empire, the state church and the bureaucratic government, were not much better.

Some bishops even implemented separatist rule in the name of the emperor, occupying a certain star region and living like a local emperor.

In short, the complexity and diversity within the empire will definitely make those who want to reform it explode in place.

Violetta Roscavler explained with a smile: "I didn't say not to let the Mechanicus participate in it, I just said try not to let them dominate it. And according to this report, this unknown existence Women seem to be more tolerant, so I think it would be most appropriate to send a nun as a negotiator."

"Are you sure that non-human beings like this would really be particularly tolerant of women?"

The empire's senior admiral, Mereda Pere, raised his head and spoke in an uncertain tone.

As someone who had fought hundreds of years of war against demons, bugs, aliens, and rebels, he obviously did not think that human women would meet the appetites of these non-human beings, unless they were subordinates of Slaanesh.

Not to mention foreigners, even human warriors themselves will not have even a little bit of sympathy, mercy and tolerance for women who appear on the battlefield, and will kill them without mercy when necessary.

After all, war, a sport that is good for both physical and mental health, can completely change a person in just a few years.

Super soldiers like the Astartes, who have participated in wars for decades, even centuries, or millennia, have long since lost their humanity and become outright killing machines.

Violetta Roscavler calmly replied: "I'm not sure, it's always right to try. After all, the provocative Battle Sister was not killed, right? The most important thing is that I believe that everything To be able to be promoted to the rank of Grand Nun, there is absolutely no doubt about your faith in the Emperor and your loyalty to the Empire."

"Okay, I will choose a nun with the most pious faith to represent the Terran Council and take over all matters related to contact with this unknown existence."

Eos Ritra finally answered in the affirmative.

You must know that the state religion of the empire is not the kind of stubbornness and religious fanaticism that many people think, but is closer to a tool to maintain governance and fool the people.

Especially the higher-ups deliberately blocked out all information that might involve the evil god of subspace, telling the common people that the emperor was everything.

Whether it is an omnipotent machine god or a goddess in those half-true and half-false mythological stories, as long as it is a god, it is always the incarnation of the emperor.

He is everywhere and omnipotent.

This is why there are so many factions within the state church, and some even have portraits of four-armed emperors, or feminized emperor sculptures created by feminists.

But it's actually quite exciting to think that a blond girl with great power and cold rationality is the emperor of the Galactic Empire...

But no matter how much it beautifies, it cannot hide the fact that the state religion is deceiving the people and placing all their spiritual beliefs on the emperor alone.

"Remember to pick the purest and most beautiful one, and tell her to be mentally prepared to make sacrifices for the Emperor and the Empire. This may bring us many unexpected benefits." Violetta Roscoff Le reminded.

"I know what to do without you having to remind me."

Eos Ritra decisively ended the topic.

The entire parliament in front of them has gradually reached a consensus. A happy smile appeared on the face of the regent, and he said in a clear and powerful voice: "I am very happy that you can have a clear understanding of this matter, and even thought of a pretty good one. Solution. Let’s implement this plan next. Remember, don’t anger this unknown powerful creature unless you have to, because we already have enough enemies.”

"clear!"

With a unanimous response.

About a few hours later, a squadron of Battle Sisters led by the Grand Sister boarded a spaceship, entered the subspace tunnel with the assistance of the pilot, and embarked on a journey to a colonial planet tens of thousands of light years away.

At this moment, inside the cabin of the spaceship, a woman with long shawl white hair, wearing a black power mecha, and exuding a mature aura that made it impossible to tell her age, was carefully examining her hands. The tall, exaggerated giant bolter, the corners of his mouth painted with black lipstick were slightly raised, and his eyes were flashing with chilling excitement and anticipation.

You don't need to ask to know that she is the nun in charge of leading the team, a veteran who has truly survived the disaster, and her status in the empire is equivalent to the leader of an interstellar battle group.

However, unlike Chapter Leaders, they do not have to serve on the battlefield until death or complete madness. Instead, they can change positions based on their skills and experience, and serve in the Inquisition or the National Religion Headquarters.

The person in front of me obviously belongs to the latter.

But even so, she must have fired more bolter bullets on the battlefield than many people would eat in a lifetime.

There were countless small skull marks on the power mecha, each one representing a killed enemy commander.

Just after the nun inspected her weapons and equipment from beginning to end, a younger battle nun next to her couldn't help but asked: "Sister Grace, what mission are we going to carry out this time? , is it so mysterious?"

“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, it’s not good for you to know too much.

What's more, you will understand it naturally after you wait.

Also, our mission this time is not to fight the enemy, but to negotiate.

So you'd better put aside your usual temper of getting angry whenever you disagree. "

The nun known as Grace issued a stern warning to her subordinates.

"Negotiation? Us!"

The young nun was stunned for a moment, with an expression of shock and disbelief on her face.

Because they may be very good at stuffing the bolt gun into the opponent's mouth and pulling the trigger to create the most beautiful brain splash effect, and using the chain sword to cut all kinds of enemies in the middle, but their experience in negotiating this kind of thing is basically is zero.

After all, nuns are trained to maintain their faith and to defeat heretics.

"That's right. This mission was directly issued by the pope and parliament of the state religion. You can imagine its importance. Everyone must be prepared to sacrifice everything when necessary. If anyone messes up, wait for her It may be more than just death."

After saying that, Grace ignored the curious or surprised reactions of these subordinates and sat alone in a semi-resting and semi-alert state.

You must know that traveling through subspace is not a safe thing.

Although it is protected by the "Geller Force Field", in theory, ordinary subspace creatures cannot approach it at all.

But that doesn't mean it's 100% safe.

Grace has made hundreds of super-light travels in subspace and understands the huge risks involved.

After all, the "Geller Field", which sounds very high-end, is essentially just using psykers as batteries to release a protective film similar to bubbles to cover the battleship.

Psykers, despite their rigorous training, are notoriously unstable.

This means that once something goes wrong with the psykers who provide energy to the force field, a brutal battle will begin in an instant, and countless demons and unknown creatures will jump out of the twisted space and enter the cabin.

At this time, the people on the ship need to do their best to resist until the ship safely jumps out of the subspace.

Otherwise, the entire body and soul of the people on the ship will become the playthings of demons and evil gods.

Murphy's Law states that the more a person worries that something bad will happen, the greater the probability of it happening.

Just as the pilot of the spacecraft was following the established route guided by the star torch, a violent storm suddenly fell from the sky, constantly impacting the Geller force field, which was not very powerful in the first place.

In just a few minutes, the psyker as a battery began to be unable to withstand the huge consumption and fell into a trance. He knelt on the ground and let out a painful cry.

"Not good! Our protective force field has disappeared! Everyone, prepare for battle!"

The captain quickly put on his protective mask and picked up the firearm placed beside him.

Everyone else in the spacecraft also had a similar reaction.

The battle sisters put on their helmets as soon as possible and quickly dispersed into a combat group of three people regardless of the violent jolts inside the cabin.

About two or three seconds later, a monster covered with red skin suddenly rushed out, screaming and rushing towards the nearest battle sister, intending to chop it into two sections with its sickle-like forelimbs.

However, the other battle nun next to her reacted faster. She raised her bolter and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom! boom! boom!

Along with the fire from the muzzle, three armor-piercing explosive shells, which were better called small artillery shells than bullets, hit the monster hard.

The huge kinetic energy and the explosion generated after entering the body instantly produced an almost perfect braking effect, slowing down its rapid charge.

This gave the battle sister who was attacked time to react. She immediately pulled out her chainsword and without hesitation, aimed it at the head and stabbed it in hard.

Accompanied by a harsh buzzing sound and the weird sound of the chain sword tearing flesh and bones, the latter's head was cut in half on the spot, and the blood splattered all over the power mecha and the walls of the narrow corridor were dyed red.

"Damn it! It's Daemons of Khorne! We're under attack from Daemons of Khorne!"

After killing the enemy, the Battle Sister immediately confirmed the identity of the enemy through physical means and loudly announced to other comrades on the ship.

Before anyone else could respond, demons sprung out of the subspace and began to swarm towards the cockpit.

The two battle nuns didn't pay attention. They were suddenly torn into pieces by the demon that appeared behind them. Their bloody heads were also pulled off by the latter and hung on their waists. The pungent smell of blood quickly spread throughout the entire place. corridor.

As a senior nun, Grace used up all four magazines of the bolt gun in her hand in less than two minutes. She threw the gun directly to the ground, pulled out her chainsword and started fighting with these bloodthirsty and cruel people. The subspace creatures fought together, and while fighting, they loudly reminded the cockpit behind them: "This is a premeditated attack! Get us out of this damn place quickly!"

"No! Without the navigator who is a psyker, if we jump out of the subspace now, we will not be able to confirm our position." The captain responded urgently.

"It is better to be unable to confirm the location than to be killed in the subspace. Jump out immediately! This is an order!"

Grace roared and used her special identity.

Normally, things like sailing in subspace are usually decided by the navigator and captain.

But as someone with dual authorization from the state church and parliament, she was obviously the person with the highest status on the ship.

So after hearing the word "order", the captain could only instruct the crew with sweating profusely to start the process of jumping out of the subspace.

Because in just a short time, the screams of the battle sisters before they died and the bloodthirsty and manic roars of the Khorne demons were heard one after another in the outer passage.

There was even an eyeball from an unknown person that flew in from the end of the corridor and landed on the ground, with a large lump of optic nerve and brain tissue attached to the end.

There is no doubt that this is the daily routine of human space battleships carrying out subspace teleportation in the Warhammer Universe.

There is no pattern at all in attacks like this.

Some people sail their whole lives without encountering any problems, but some people only sail once and completely leave their lives and souls in the subspace.

"Sisters! Hold on! The cockpit must not be lost! We must not die here! Because we still have a glorious mission! For the great emperor! For the empire!"

Sister Grace kicked away the large demon of Khorne, which was twice her height, and took the lead with Gao Gu's battle cry.

The chain sword in her hand was stained with blood and flesh from having killed so many enemies, and some of its teeth were even scarred by hard bones.

But even so, the woman still didn't take a step back. Instead, she took off her damaged helmet, leaving her long white hair completely dyed red with blood and minced meat.

The inspired battle nuns also used all their strength regardless of their injuries, and used the narrow terrain of the passage to stop the demonic impact ten times their own.

The latter's mutilated corpses even built a wall of flesh and blood.

But no matter how many demons die, there will always be an endless number of them behind them.

If it weren't for the limited internal space of the ship, the Battle Sisters would have been completely overwhelmed by the endless enemies.

"how long will it take?"

Grace picked up the bolter that fell on the ground and fired all the bullets in the magazine in one breath. She asked sternly while wearing rough clothes, while she continued to retreat back with the last remaining battle sisters.

Even though the battle only lasted a short time from the beginning to the present, and he was wearing a powerful mecha with excellent performance, the fierce battle took a huge toll on his physical strength.

After all, the Sisters of Battle are not genetically modified Astartes, and it is possible to kill a bloody stream even in the face of tens of thousands of enemies.

They are essentially just ordinary human women who have undergone rigorous training. Even with the use of drugs or even mechanical modifications, they are simply not comparable to the former in terms of strength and physical strength.

"Five minutes! Give me five more minutes!"

The captain's eyes were fixed on the electronic screen on the spacecraft, and his whole body was soaked with sweat from head to toe.

Because this was the first time he attempted to complete the procedure of jumping out of subspace without the guidance of a navigator.

You must know that in this universe, the role of a navigator is not only to provide the correct direction and route for the spacecraft, but also to shoulder the responsibility of sensing the distance between oneself and the star torch.

Only they can know where the spacecraft will be in the real universe when it jumps out while sailing in subspace, and whether it has reached its destination.

If you do this without the guidance of a navigator, God knows what kind of accident you will encounter at the moment of jumping out.

Perhaps it is to jump directly into the middle of a star or planet, or it may be to plunge into a dense asteroid belt, or to enter a star field controlled by the enemy.

If the current situation hadn't been so bad that it couldn't get any worse, the captain wouldn't have taken such a huge risk.

"Hurry up! We can't hold it anymore!"

Grace urged loudly without looking back.

Because she had already seen a skull-taker demon with skulls embedded all over his body slowly walking out from behind.

Especially the cloak behind him, which is densely packed with skulls of Astartes super warriors.

After all the low-level Khorne demons felt his presence, they lowered their heads to express awe and surrender.

Because this is no ordinary demon, but a typical great demon blessed by the evil god of Khorne.

Although it is not as good as the Destruction Seed that can annihilate an entire planet by one person and slaughter hordes of Astartes Space Marines like chickens, there are also people who are called the Guards of the Skull, the Deathbringers and the Kins of Khorne. Angras, but he is by no means an unknown person, but the most legendary bloodletting demon.

His presence often signifies the gaze of the evil god Khorne.

moment!

Grace's heart sank to the bottom.

Although she did not know exactly how the information was leaked, Khorne now undoubtedly knew of his mission.

"Woman, are you ready to have your limbs and head chopped off by me?"

The Skull Snatcher grinned with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.

There is a pair of huge horns that curve forward on the top of his head. His entire face looks like a skeleton wrapped in red skin. His body is made of exaggeratedly strong muscles. He also carries a huge saw-toothed blade in his hand. The sword, a long tongue extended outward from the mouth, constantly licking the blood stained on the giant sword.

"How did you and your master know about my itinerary?" Grace asked with a frown.

"Hahahaha! Do you think I will tell you the answer? No! I'm just here to kill you all."

The Skull Snatcher grinned and let out a mocking laugh, then swung his giant sword and charged.

boom! ! ! ! !

A red afterimage flashed in the air, and then the nun and the power mecha flew out, slamming into the wall behind, directly smashing a deep hole in the hard alloy plate.

I even spurted out a large amount of blood under the huge reaction force.

There is no doubt that in terms of strength and speed, Grace is no match for the big demon in front of her, and she is not even qualified to fight against him.

Don't talk about her, even if all the Battle Sisters are replaced by Astartes, it will be in vain.

The severe pain and suffocation made Grace fall into despair. Knowing that today might be the end of her short life, she subconsciously wanted to press the self-destruct button, and then rush forward to give this powerful demon a hard blow.

But at this critical moment.

The spacecraft finally completed all the procedures, suddenly opened a crack in the subspace, and flew through the crack like an arrow from a string and flew into the real universe.

moment!

The demons that were crowded behind the passage all disappeared, leaving only blood and broken corpses everywhere.

But there was no trace of joy in the aftermath of the disaster on Grace's face.

Because the most troublesome skull snatcher did not disappear, but followed the spacecraft from subspace to the real universe.

Seeing the desperate expressions on the faces of everyone on the spaceship, the Skull Snatcher joked in a cat-and-mouse tone: "What a pity, isn't it? You were so close to escaping from me."

"Devil! Don't be complacent! Because even if I fail, the empire will send others to perform this task."

Grace endured the pain and struggled to get up. One of her hands had quietly reached into the self-destruct button under the deformed breastplate.

Just as she was about to press the button, she suddenly felt a white dot shining with silver light suddenly appear in the endless deep sky outside.

The next second...

The hull's outer armor, which was strong enough to withstand the impact of meteorites, was torn apart like paper by invisible forces.

Out of a subconscious fighting instinct, the Skulltaker immediately picked up the Khorne-blessed blade in his hand and jumped up to chop it down.

clang!

Along with the sound of metal collision, golden sparks flew everywhere.

I saw this huge sword directly splitting a silver metal man's head in half from the middle.

But the interesting thing is that not only did the metal man whose head was split open die, but he also quickly merged the two halves of his head, firmly fixing the high-temperature red-light magic sword, and no matter how hard the skull snatcher tried, he couldn't pull it out. return.

What's even more frightening is that the merged metal heads secrete a large amount of black grease, which is devouring and decomposing the weapons at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the demon came back to his senses, the sword in his hand had completely disappeared, leaving only a small section of the handle.

Such a weird scene not only dumbfounded the Skull Snatcher, but also everyone else in the spacecraft.

You don't need to ask to know that this silver metal man is the incarnation created by Zuo Si in this universe. To be precise, he is himself in the form of completely shining oil.

He felt the fluctuations in the nearby subspace, so he was curious and wanted to rush over to take a look. By the way, he wanted to see what the so-called subspace was and whether it was as he expected. Same as the plane.

As a result, they happened to encounter a human empire ship that had just jumped out of subspace.

"The Great Daemon of Khorne?"

Zuo Si looked at the Skull Snatcher up and down, and suddenly showed a very surprised expression.

After all, the more powerful demons under Khorne generally have two particularly obvious characteristics, one is red skin, and the other is an angry flame that cannot be extinguished.

No hesitation!

He directly pulled the skulltaker out of the cabin and threw it into the cold space, and then resealed the torn shell.

Otherwise, it won't be long before the humans inside who are not wearing life-support equipment will freeze to death due to the ultra-low temperature of minus 270 degrees Celsius.

When the shell was closed again, Grace, whose face had already condensed with ice, breathed a sigh of relief.

She has obviously recognized this metal man as the target she needs to contact during this trip, and does not feel that the Skull Snatcher who has lost his weapon has any hope of winning.

After all, according to the judgment given by the council, this mysterious existence should at least have power comparable to that of the evil god of subspace or a secondary god. It can easily control all materials including metals. Even its body is made of alloys through high pressure. Even if it is broken, it can be reshaped anytime and anywhere.

"Phew - we are finally saved."

The captain who survived the disaster instantly slumped down on his chair, his face full of sobriety after the disaster.

But soon, he saw the picture captured by the detector on the spacecraft.

A hair-raising space battle between Zuo Si and the Skull Snatcher to be exact.

The former is just one blow!

A satellite the size of the planet Terra was instantly blasted into powder.

That terrifying power is comparable to the original body created by the Imperial Emperor!

No!

Maybe some weaker originals can't even deliver such destructive power with one punch!

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty the Great Sister, could this be the person we are negotiating with this time?"

A battle nun who had survived a brutal battle swallowed her bloody saliva and asked in a voice.

“Cough cough cough cough——”

After a period of violent coughing up blood, Grace finally took a breath and responded with a wry smile: "Yes, you guessed it right. Our next task is to establish basic mutual trust with him and try to achieve Some cooperation. Now open your eyes and take a good look at how powerful and terrifying this unknown existence is."