Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The roars of the Hulks were deafening, making one's scalp numb.

It moves like a tank, which is very shocking.

Marvin held a strong shield.

At the first moment of the collision, he felt as if he had been hit by a Thunderbird that was dozens of meters long and was flying at high speed.

The huge impact made him feel that his internal organs had been impacted.

A sweet throat.

He almost spat out blood.

After desperately resisting the first wave of the enemy's impact, Marvin drew out the power weapon at his waist.

He seized the opportunity and thrust his sword straight into the monster that had crashed into his shield.

The crackling force field crackles, destroying the material structure of the target at the atomic level.

The bodies of the Hulks are as hard as steel, and they can easily beat a heavy tank to scrap.

Facing the damage from the cracking force field, the Hulk still roared in pain.

The body, which was strong enough to resist lasers and missiles, was pierced by the power weapon, and blackened blood gushed out from the wound.

Holding the power weapon in his hand, Marvin violently stirred in the opponent's body.

When the monster roared even more horribly, it withdrew its solid shield and chopped off the opponent's head with a sword.

Fetid blood spurted from the smooth cut, staining his armor.

The other Hulks were also hit by the Wailer.

Power weapons possess a disintegrating force field that cuts through everything.

Even Hulk, who claims to be able to hold missiles, is as fragile as paper in front of power weapons.

Withstood the first wave of shock, the Wailers formed a tighter battle formation.

They are all original cast warriors strengthened by the heart of the empire, with unimaginable physical recovery and combat effectiveness.

Although the Hulks are powerful, it is difficult to break through the battle formation formed by the Wailers.

Relying on the courage to fear death, the Wailer not only resisted the attacks of the Hulks, but also launched a counterattack against them.

The Hulks were knocked to the ground, mobbed by the Wailers.

Long knives, battle axes, and giant swords all fell on them.

With such an attack, even his iron-clad body was hacked to pieces.

"Stick to the line of defense." Marvin roared, "We are the strong shield of mankind, we are the guards of the empire, we are the vanguard of His Majesty, and we will."

Before he finished speaking, a burst of beams blew away the solid shield in Marvin's hand.

Before he could react, several beams of light struck again.

A beam of light pierced through the armor on his abdomen, leaving a huge wound on that strong body.

Another beam blew his arm off.

The whole person was lifted up by the huge impact force.

After a while, he fell heavily to the ground again.

The bursting beam was so powerful that it made his head dizzy.

The continuous blows were as fast as lightning, and he had no time to react, so there was nothing.

Marvin wanted to stand up, but he couldn't.

Some kind of special force prevented the heart of the empire from repairing his body.

"How can a mortal stop the footsteps of the gods?"

A woman with tentacles hovered in the air, looking down at the fighters who tried to resist her.

It was she who shot Marvin into the air just now.

Black flames hovered beside her, like a god walking out of an ancient myth.

Weird lines covered that twisted, disgusting body.

The tentacles danced and circled in the air, releasing beams of destruction beams.

The release of each light beam will take the lives of those soldiers.

She is the Phoenix Girl from the cancerous universe, one of the most terrifying cancerous heroes.

The power of the phoenix in Phoenix Girl is said to be one of the oldest forces that created the universe.

Ability to span space, time, dimensions, dimensions, and manipulate objects from subatomic interfaces.

Incomparably powerful, unbelievable.

Several Wailers warriors protected Marvin.

They raised their bolt guns and kept shooting at the Phoenix Girl who looked like a god.

The blessed bullet has an incredible effect of breaking demons, which can cause great damage to demons.

But at this moment, they could barely penetrate Phoenix Girl's weird protection, and couldn't cause fatal injuries to her.

"Stupid."

The phoenix girl unleashed more attacks, and the berserk phoenix force distorted the space.

The Wailer warriors struck were dismantled at the atomic level, turning into black dust.

"Take the Chapter Master down," shouted the Chapter Librarian, unleashing a massive psionic spell that used the Warp Rift to throw Phoenix Lady into the etheric turbulence, driving her from the battlefield.

In the next second, the think tank of the battle group was lifted up by a group of red light.

The whole body is covered with eyes and tentacles, and the scarlet witch who drives chaos magic appears on the battlefield.

With a wave of her hand, she used powerful chaos magic to turn the Warband Librarian into a blood mist.

At the same time, more and more cancerous heroes also appeared on the battlefield of the fortress.

Each exudes a frightening aura and possesses terrifying combat power.

The Supreme Mage who looked like a few corpses, the twisted Magneto, and the Wolverine who turned into a monster. These monsters who were once responsible for protecting the peace of the universe all appeared one by one from the black mist that enveloped the entire fortress.

They have the dual characteristics of reality and illusion.

The weapons of the Wailers are all for destroying demons, and they have no restraint against these cancerous monsters.

In addition, the number of monsters far exceeds them.

Cancerous monsters joined the battle, slowly tipping the scales of victory in their favor.

Marvin felt unprecedented pain, from his strong body, but also from his resolute soul.

The Wailers are losing.

And he couldn't do anything.

Malvin could vaguely hear the voices of his brothers calling to him.

But it was hard for him to respond.

A red alert was constantly flashing on his head-mounted display.

All attempts by Imperial Heart to restore his body have failed.

His life is passing.

The pained sounds of his battle-brothers falling kept ringing in his ears.

The enemy's attack became more and more fierce, and the Wailers were alone and died alone in the battle.

The knights have long since failed, and their mechas have been turned into scrap metal bursting with flames.

Those fearless mortal soldiers also died tragically in the massacre of cancerous monsters.

Malvin struggled to get up, he had to do something.

He couldn't just die like this.

You can't lie on the ground waiting to die.

Marvin wanted to grab the bolter he was wearing at his waist.

Every movement pained him, as if something inside him was tearing him apart.

Various noisy voices continued to come from the communicator.

Malvin recognized Tracius' voice.

"Brother, how is the battle situation on your side? There is a ship that is still operating, and the captain wants us to board the ship and leave, Marvin, can you hear me?"

"Brother." Marvin spat out a mouthful of blood and responded hoarsely.

"No, why are you so weak?" There was fear in Tracius' voice, "Hold on, the Emperor's Scythe will come to support you, and we will take you out of the battlefield."

"No need, Tracius." Marvin looked at the battlefield. The Weepers were fighting hard, and soon, this place would fall.

"The Wailers are about to lose their line of defense. If the Emperor's Scythe can survive, then leave the battlefield."

"Don't say such things, we are here." Tracius's voice was extremely anxious, "When we faced the Kraken Zerg fleet, we swore that the Emperor's Scythe and the Wailer would stand by and help each other. Never betray. I cannot abandon you, Malvin."

"Don't come, brother, please respect my last wish." Marvin managed to show a smile, "Tracius, if we can no longer live together to toast and drink, then I have a word that I want to let you know." You know, it's an honor to be your brother. Live, brother."

Malvern cut off the communication.

With the last of his strength, he struggled to stand up.

He looks towards the battlefield.

At this moment, a pair of scarlet eyes were also staring at him.

The foe wore a suit of rusty armor covered in foul-smelling mold and held a hammer, black lightning swirling around him.

The combat power of the opponent was extremely terrifying, and several Primordial Warriors were beaten to pieces by him.

Of course, he also had wounds on his body.

The bomb shattered half of his face, revealing the thick white bones and squirming flesh and blood, looking like a ghost.

"For Your Majesty." Marvin stared at the monster holding the hammer, raised his own bolter, and aimed at the monster.

The enemy didn't speak, but raised its hammer, and the black thunder gathered on the hammer, looking terrifying and strange.

The sound of the bomb being fired mixed with the sound of thunder.

Marvin fell, the darkness engulfing him like a tide.

Important images about his life flashed back in his mind.

In the dark hall of the Wailer battleship, a row of fifteen and sixteen year old naked children lined up, accepting the inspection of the fortress masters.

"You have a choice, child. Choose to die doing nothing, or give your all for the Emperor."

The veteran in charge of conscription stared at Marvin, who was only sixteen years old at the time, and said.

On that day, he became a seed.

After lengthy training and painful genetic surgery, he became a weeper.

His daily life is fighting and fighting.

Marvin experienced the years when the Wailers were forgotten on the edge of the galaxy, also experienced the humiliation of the Badab War, and faced the helplessness of the Kraken Zerg fleet.

With the Chapter in dire straits, he accepted the position of Chapter Master as the last Captain.

He took orders from the Regent of the Empire and went out to fight to restore the Chapter's numbers.

Got the qualification to go to Terra to participate in the enthronement ceremony of the second emperor of the empire.

On Terra, Malvern saw the beginning of a better age.

"One day, we will lay down our weapons and enjoy a peaceful life. At that time, we will be able to proudly tell everyone that we have fought for this life all our lives."

Marvin once said this to his fighting brothers.

Thinking of this, he smiled one last time.

It's a pity, after all, it still couldn't be done.

Banners fly in the flames as the last wailer falls.

The battle banner woven by the weeping nuns also burned in the flames and turned to ashes.

The fortress eventually fell.

Chapter Master Tracius of the Emperor's Scythe boarded the last starship with the fifty remaining battle-brothers.

"I will definitely come back." Looking at the celestial-class battleship that started the self-destruct process and disintegrated silently in the void, Tracius made an oath.

Those bloody cancerous monsters must pay.

Only in this way can we comfort those brothers who died in battle.

The head fortress made of the heads of the members of the Celestial Group is suspended in the icy void.

The entire universe is cancerous at Yogg-Sothoth's will.

Not only mortals, but even those god groups who claim to maintain the order of the universe cannot escape bad luck.

After they were defeated, they cut off the heads containing the core strength and created huge war fortresses one after another.

The headless corpse was made into a war puppet, and was regarded as the trump card of the cancerous army.

Such a war of conquest is not the first time.

Marvel, at the will of Yogg-Sothoth, waged countless wars of conquest, dragging those universes into the realm of eternal cancer.

For Marvell, the only pity is that he failed to capture the gods of his original universe.

Otherwise, Yogg Sotos will definitely value him to a higher level.

The original universe in which he was born was artificially divided into a pseudo-multiverse.

Of course, Marvel didn't know it at first, until he received Yogg-Sothoth's blessing.

Another god named OAA used the subspace to divide the entire universe, forming different subuniverses, and creating different batches of heroes to provide them with spiritual power.

Although Marvel accepted the blessing of Yogg-Sothoth, he also retained his wisdom and learned the truth of the multiverse.

The universe representing reality was born in the subspace representing illusion.

As expressed in ancient Eastern philosophy.

Wuji gives birth to Taiji, and Taiji gives birth to Liangyi.

Everything in the world has two sides of yin and yang.

The real universe has strict laws of physics, which maintain the birth and death of all things.

The illusory subspace exists by relying on the echoes of creatures.

The two are interdependent and inseparable.

If one wants to possess supreme power, one must control the emotions of real creatures, thereby leveraging the power of the subspace to achieve the so-called omniscience and omnipotence.

Some so-called creator gods have come up with a vicious method, which is to build a universe completely controlled by them.

Marvel's universe is one such misshapen creation.

All the heroes dance according to their preordained destiny, providing entertainment and power to those behind the scenes.

Marvel has seen the so-called Time Bureau and Fateline firsthand.

All lives are like puppets controlled by silk threads, operating according to each other's wishes.

This is why Marvel will follow Yogg-Sothoth firmly, becoming a disgusting and disgusting monster.

There is also a little freedom in being a monster.

Become the so-called hero, but can only be manipulated to the end.

Standing on the giant tower of the Fortress of the Skull, Marvell watched as the only dilapidated Imperial warship broke through the encirclement of the Cancerian fleet, opened the warp channel at the edge of the galaxy, and fled.

His eyes squirmed, and the corners of his mouth dripping with saliva rose slightly, and he didn't show any anger because of the enemy's escape.

There is no way to cause the greatest fear in a brutal massacre.

He had to keep some alive.

Send them back to Imperial society to spread the horrors of the Cancer Legion.

The seeds of fear will be planted in the hearts of those people, and when the right opportunity comes, they will take root and sprout, crushing the morale of the enemy and causing internal turmoil.

War is an art, and those who only know how to hit with a hammer are only worthy of going to the construction site.

"Those natives have turned their backs on the great Yogg-Sothoth, and we are likely to face the human empire directly." Professor X-Charles, whose feet had grown tentacles, walked behind Marvell.

"It's no big deal." Marvell's tone was hoarse and dry, like old tree trunks rubbing against each other, "Those guys are just consuming the resistance of this so-called empire for us, and soon, this universe will enter a perfect eternal state .”

Marvell didn't care about Abaddon's cautiousness.

Those guys are useless.

Even if you leave, it won't affect the overall situation.

"Those indigenous humans are approaching us." Charles continued. He has powerful brainwave abilities, can connect to the subspace, and see many things that ordinary people cannot see. "We have to prepare in advance."

At this moment the warp is fluctuating.

The huge imperial fleet is crossing the warp, and will soon come to this starry sky.

"Let them come, here will be their burial place." Marvell showed a cruel smile, "Soon, they will realize that the empire will be destroyed, and the only way to embrace the great Yogg-Sothoth In order to avoid the ultimate fate of destruction."

"They came prepared this time."

"It doesn't matter, they will lose anyway."

Marvel has no doubts about Yogg-Sothoth's power.

What do those stupid natives use against an omnipotent Chaos God? ?

"Let all the cancerous people get ready." Marvell said: "We will defeat the crusade army organized by the natives head-on. It's time to let them know how weak and stupid they are."

The Dark Eldar are the most evil branch of the Eldar.

Possessing ancient and advanced technology, they sustain their own immortality through the suffering of other beings.

Back when humans first explored the stars beyond Terra, the ancestors of the Dark Eldar had ruled the entire galaxy.

During the glory days of the Eldar Empire, their ancestors were steeped in violence and depravity.

After the fall of the Eldar, instead of restraining themselves, they intensified their efforts to nourish their already withered souls through cruel massacres, and brought those terrified victims back to their terrifying base camp.

Deep in the Webway lies Comoros, a city called the City of Darkness to the whispers of fear among many.

The city is so magnificent that several stars are imprisoned to provide it with light and heat.

Despite being called a city, Comoros is more like an aggregation of countless satellite spaces.

It consists of endless portals and hidden paths connected together.

The entire webway is like a huge artery, with countless distant nodes all over it, like some kind of evil virus that is all over the webway.

In the foggy space of the webway, these nodes are very close to each other, and they can be crossed in just one step.

In real space, countless clusters of Comoros are scattered throughout the Milky Way, and some clusters are even thousands of light-years apart.

The space of the Dark City is self-contained, and people outside the webway cannot touch it at all.

The Dark Eldar used this complex webway to roam around the galaxy, searching for enough prisoners and resources to ensure the prosperity of Comoros.

They are the nightmares of living beings, and the disasters that walk among the stars.

The Dark Eldar take delight in torturing the flesh of their captives, enjoying the process of torturing the spirit of their victims.

Do not dream of final rest in their hands.

Before they die, they will absolutely torture every individual that falls into their hands, until the soul collapses, and the fun of playing is completely lost.

And in Comoros, there are also intricate forces maintaining an intricate and delicate balance.

Voodoo sects, the Cabal of Blood, and the ruling Cabal.

The Black Heart Cabal is the most powerful cabal in the Comoros.

The supreme leader is Victor, the overlord who rules the entire Dark City.

They also control the most powerful pirate fleet in the Comoros.

Maintains rule over the Comoros by taxing the souls of other Dark Eldar.

Anyone who dared to challenge the Black Heart Cabal and Victor was either secretly murdered or thrown into the sewer.

The military strength of the Black Heart Cabal in the Comoros is impeccable.

Countless cabal warriors, Comorian mercenaries, and deadly airships are waiting for Victor to point to his next target with a slight curl of his fingers.

Victor possesses a powerful military force and has a close relationship with the Blood Pity.

This overlord wields power unmatched by other cabals.

The complex intelligence network also ensured Victor's absolute control over the cabal.

Any action of any force in Comoros cannot escape his eyes.

No one can challenge Victor's rule, ever.

The Comoros had long since attracted the attention of the Empire.

After the attack on the Desadrian star area, the Laprados massacre, the Kejobin incident and many other Dark Eldar attacks, the Comoros extermination plan has been put on the journey of the imperial military war.

The Dark Angels Chapter is responsible for this extermination plan.

They are the best at eradicating the enemy's traces.

Compared with them, other battle groups are always worse.

Guilliman had only one request from them, and that was to completely wipe out the dark elves.

The most luxurious and beautiful castle in the Comoros belongs to Lord Victor.

At this moment, this luxurious castle is holding a grand banquet as usual.

The Dark Eldar have inherited the extravagant ethos of the Eldar Empire.

They pursue the stimulation of extraordinary senses above all else.

In the gorgeous hall, there is a long crystal table that is polished enough to reflect the light.

The table was big enough for a hundred slender Dark Eldar to sit and eat.

Pots of food were placed on the table, among which were thousands of silver-skinned sea fish.

From tiny finger-long catfish to pelagic sea monsters, there are many different sizes and species.

Every plate of food is carefully presented like a work of art.

Liveried servants stood around the walls at their beck and call.

Victor sat at the main seat, looking down at the numerous subordinates who were dining.

As the overlord, he has supreme authority.

No one dared to offend him on this occasion.

Otherwise, ushering in an ending that is definitely worse than death.

There were bursts of ear-piercing screams.

A few selected unlucky ones are being dissected by the blood pity on the stage.

In order to torture these guys better, the Dark Eldar will give them nerve-stimulating drugs before the banquet begins.

This drug can magnify the stimulation of the senses thousands of times, and even a small wound will make the tortured suffer.

The dissection of the blood pity is a must-have program at the Dark Eldar banquet.

Through various means of torture, these guys were made to live as if they were dead, and let out howls that pierced their souls.

The screams of those unlucky ones are the most beautiful movement at the banquet.

In such an environment, the Dark Eldars would even show fascinated expressions.

At this time, Victor didn't smile much. Not only did the screams of those unlucky beings being tortured no longer arouse any interest in him, but more importantly, there was another thing that annoyed him.

The empire is preparing to crusade against Comoros, and the crusade legion has already set off.

In a short time, we will arrive in Comoros.

Several crystals were suspended in the air, releasing strands of light, forming a series of light curtains.

The appearance of Eldar, the Great Prophet of the Eldar Race, was shown in the light curtain.

This means of communication over long distances is also a very burdensome spell for the Eldar who are good at psionics.

The tired look on Elderal's face could be seen through the light curtain.

The Great Prophet who once determined to fight against Chaos and protect the Spirit Race, at this juncture, still wants to make a final effort.

Eldraar wanted to persuade the dark elves to surrender. In that case, he would meet with Guilliman again to talk, and perhaps save some of the dark elves.

If the imperial troops are allowed to rush in, I'm afraid the situation will be bad.

"You must stop all your absurd actions. The upper echelons of the Human Empire have clearly shown their anger. If you provoke them again, Comoros will pay a heavy price. Surrender is your best ending, Vic Te, lay down your weapons, and I will present the pros and cons to Guilliman and keep you."

Elderal's voice came from the light curtain.

Victor dismissed it.

surrender?

For him, the Overlord of the Comoros, to surrender to humans and entrust his fate to a human, isn't this a joke? ?

"Are the bones of the cousins ​​in the Ark World so soft that they want to kneel to humans?" Victor said unceremoniously: "If it's about this kind of thing, please don't bother us anymore."

Guests at the banquet could also hear the conversation between the two.

Victor didn't mean to hide anything.

This gloomy overlord was clearly planning something, otherwise he would never have put his conversation with Eldrar in front of everyone.

Perhaps to reassure his men that the Comoros are capable of dealing with any threat.

Or it may be for some more sinister purpose.

The guests sat in their seats, and they didn't care about Eldrar's warning.

They are now deep in the webway.

What if the human empire is angry?

It is not that human beings have not entered the Comoros,

What is the ending like? Presumably humans have not forgotten it.

In the battle for the hegemony of Comoros, Victor secretly ushered in the troops of the Empire in order to win the domination of Comoros, causing the largest invasion in history.

The three major families of the Comoros were destroyed in that battle, and the final outcome of the empire was that they withdrew from the Comoros in embarrassment. A group of warriors became slaves of the Dark Eldar, and they are still fighting in the Comoros arena. , pleasing them.

Today's Comoros, under the leadership of Victor, has improved to a higher level.

When the empire came in, there was no return.

Those Astartes who want to kill the Dark Eldar will all become playthings, gladiators and slaves in the hands of the Dark Eldar.

Seeing Victor's reaction and the appearance of those guests who were not afraid of humans, Elderal, the great prophet of the spirit race, was completely desperate.

There is no cure for the Dark Eldar.

In order to survive, they constantly used all kinds of torture to extract their souls, so as to replace what the Prince of Pleasure sucked on them.

They have been lost in the path of depravity and indulgence for so long that there is no cure for it.

These fallen cousins ​​are still so arrogant, ignorant of the horrors of the Empire.

The wrath of the Empire was destined to destroy the Comoros.

All he can do is turn a blind eye.

The involvement of the Ark Eldar and the Harlequin Troupe will only make things more complicated.

Guilliman is not stingy with a little kindness to his allies, but he will never spare the Dark Eldar who have repeatedly caused massacres.

"You can do it for yourself." After leaving this sentence wearily, Eldrar cut off his spell.

The suspended crystals also slowly fell and returned to their original positions.

Victor sat in his seat without any expression changes.

He glanced at his subordinates sitting at the banquet table, and said slowly, "What do you think about the invasion of the human empire?"

"Those savage monkeys can't do anything, Mr. Victor, as long as our defenses are tight enough, they won't even be able to come in." Tahrir, the consul of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group, was the first to speak, "Humans are against the webway. I don’t know, they still use the simplest method to travel faster than the speed of light. Without the cooperation of the insiders, I doubt whether they will be able to find Comoros.”

Tahrir's words resonated with the other guests.

A group of savage monkeys also want to destroy Comoros. Isn't this a dream? ?

Victor did not speak, but stared at Tahrir, judging from the tone and expression of the other party, whether the other party was flattering or sincere.

Don't trust any Dark Eldar, not even one who professes loyalty.

They are used to stabbing in the back.

Any slack shown by Victor may allow others to see an opportunity.

Humans are repairing the webway, and Victor knows this through his own intelligence channels.

Obviously, other forces in Comoros did not know about this.

Few are willing to exchange information with the Dark Eldar.

No one wants to just finish providing information one second, and watch themselves being cut into pieces the next second.

News channels for the Dark Eldar are very poor.

Unlike the Ark Eldar, psionics are forbidden in the Dark Eldar.

The psychic energy that is used will glow in the subspace, and the glow in the subspace is undoubtedly calling the prince of pleasure to enjoy delicious desserts.

For this reason, the Dark Eldar banned psychic powers in the Comoros.

There is no psychic prophecy, and there are no external sources of information.

For many major events in the universe, the Comoros are blindfolded.

The Comoros have not heard of major events such as human beings building Internet roads and building firewalls.

Many Dark Eldar still stubbornly believe that humans are still the wild monkeys they once were.

The return of the original body?

Most likely it was those wild monkeys dreaming.

With the return of the human Primarch, the god of war on the Eldar side, Kane, cannot be revived in place.

Victor withdrew his gaze. His subordinates should be ignorant and stupid, and have not yet challenged his position.

"Humanity said with such great fanfare that they would attack Comoros, and they must have assembled a strong enough army. We have to prepare for a fierce battle."

The crystal glowed again, outlining an image above the banquet table.

The image shows a crystal scepter.

The whole body is crystal clear, depicting complicated incantations.

At the top of the scepter is a huge gemstone.

Seeing the image of the scepter, many Dark Eldars discussed in low voices.

"Asuryan's Rod." Someone read out the name of the scepter.

Asuryan is also known as the Phoenix King, the leader of the spirit clan gods, and the father of the gods.

He has a twin brother who is the God of War - Bloody Kane.

There are some rumors that his wife - Gea is the joint wife of their brothers.

The Rod of Asuryan has been passed down from ancient times.

It is said that during the Battle of Heaven, Asuryan ordered the forge god Vaal to forge a powerful weapon against the star god Nightbringer.

Vaal forged the Staff of Asuryan.

A powerful weapon capable of aligning stars and unleashing the fire of the Phoenix.

Using the scepter to manipulate the stars, Asuryan unleashed a deadly solar flare that crippled the C'tan, the Nightbringer.

"An unimaginable artifact." Valosian, the supreme consul of the black-hearted conspiracy group, showed his intoxicated eyes, "I have witnessed the power of the Asuryan Staff once, and the stars must obey the will of the staff owner and be mobilized at will. unleashes an attack capable of destroying the world."

"It needs psionic energy to activate, how can we activate it?" Another Dark Eldar asked a key question.

As soon as this question came up, many Dark Eldars suddenly showed embarrassment.

Comoros prohibits the use of psionic powers.

What's more, the crisis brought about by the use of psionic energy is probably more terrifying than the crisis brought about by the human empire.

The Comoros still had a chance to survive before the Empire's frenzied onslaught.

If they encounter the Prince of Pleasure, they will die without a place to bury them.

"Blood sacrifice is also available." Victor said the solution, "By using blood sacrifice, we can activate the power of this artifact without using psionic power."

"Is it really possible?" Tahrir said with confusion in his tone.

Victor looked at Tahrir with a hint of danger in his eyes.

Dare to question yourself, this is not what a smart person should do.