The Shadow Sea is the only place in the entire Anauroch Desert with a supply of fresh water, and it is also the only place suitable for human habitation.

Since returning to Faerun, this has been the place where the City of Ghosts stops and stations.

With the nourishment of fresh water and the effect of magic, large areas of lush green grass and low shrubs grew on the surrounding land that was originally severely desertified. The captured barbarian nomadic slaves grazed their livestock on them, and even large farms were opened up in some places.

If they were given enough time, they might be able to build a large country with this as the center.

After all, the area of the Anauroch Desert is really too large, equivalent to the sum of Calinshan and Tethyr.

As long as the serious desertification problem can be solved, even a small piece of land can feed millions of people. Otherwise, two powerful magical civilizations would not have been born one after another.

But unfortunately, Telramant's ambition came to an end with the end of the Shadow War.

At present, this place has completely become a territory controlled by the Dark Prince Greya, and the City of Ghosts has simply become a tool to contain and deter Zhentil Castle from expanding.

Standing on the edge of the huge oasis formed with the Shadow Sea as the center, Zuo Si bent down and grabbed a handful of yellow quicksand, letting it slip through his fingers, and said with a chuckle: "No matter how glorious a civilization is, it will eventually decline, and no matter how powerful an empire is, it will eventually be destroyed. If there were no historical records, who would know that it was in such a barren land that the creator race, the Istosefif Empire established by the Saruk witch, and the Netheril civilization that laid the foundation for the modern magic system of the Faerun continent, once appeared."

"Will the West Coast Empire you founded also see such a day?"

The incarnation of Ilmater, the god of suffering, asked in a voice full of sadness and compassion.

Because in his view, every time a civilization or a huge empire collapses and is destroyed, it is the civilians at the bottom who suffer in the end.

In the process, millions of people will die from war, famine and cold.

In particular, the elderly, women and children, who are vulnerable groups, are often eliminated in the cruel environment.

Perhaps Silvanus, the Oakfather, would consider this massive population death to be a good thing, since the decline of civilization would mean that the destroyed mountains and forests would recover.

But Ilmater is an extremely kind and compassionate god.

What he hates to see most is such a large number of vulnerable groups dying in misery.

"Maybe, maybe not, it depends on how long I can stay interested in this game of domination and management and construction.

After all, for an eternal life like me, time is the greatest friend and also the greatest enemy.

When one day I feel bored or even tired of it, I might just give up completely and let it run wildly towards collapse.

By then, the empire's efficient bureaucracy will gradually become bloated and full of corruption;

The impartial judicial system responsible for oversight will also slowly be corrupted by power and money;

The greedy nobles and merchants will also show their hidden fangs and devour everything; the army that controls state violence will also get out of control, relying on its own powerful strength to continue to wage wars and conquer more areas.

In the end, like all powerful regimes, the entire empire will fall into division, civil war, and self-disintegration due to various internal problems and external pressures.

Sounds desperate, doesn't it?

In fact, all powerful regimes will end up in almost the same way, without exception.

As vested interest groups continue to grow, the larger a country is, the more difficult it is to reform itself from within, because the resistance and difficulties are beyond imagination.

Unless there is an absolutely invincible force and will that subdues everyone and makes them dare not have even the slightest resistance.

My main duty as an emperor is to do this."

After throwing away the last few grains of sand in his hand, Zuo Si bluntly told the true situation within the West Coast Empire.

Because he knew very well that the ruling machine he established was not much better than modern countries on earth.

The only difference is that because the supreme ruler possesses magical powers, his deterrent power is maximized.

As long as he wanted, nothing in the entire empire could be truly hidden from Zuo Si.

However, he did not adopt a high-pressure rule that might cause everyone to feel insecure, but instead drew a clear red line.

If there is no crossing of the line, whether it is corruption or murder for money, the normal judicial process will be followed, and those who should be sentenced will be sentenced, and those whose property should be confiscated will have their property confiscated.

But if they cross the red line, what awaits them is the iron fist of sanctions that go beyond the law.

Especially the businessmen who control the capital power are not like the multinational consortiums on Earth who can set up operations in multiple countries and then transfer wealth at will according to their needs.

Even if a country is in dire straits and civil unrest and war breaks out, people can still run away.

Once the merchants of the West Coast Empire leave the huge monopoly platform of the Trade Alliance, it is basically equivalent to losing the cheap raw material supply channels, transportation channels, sales markets and financial services at the same time, which is no different from a criminal sentenced to death.

What's more, if they commit serious crimes, they may be hunted down.

At present, no region on the continent of Faerun is willing to take in an illegal businessman at the huge risk of offending the empire.

In fact, in Zuo Si's view, there seems to be an interesting paradox about power.

If a regime wants to improve its administrative efficiency and reduce unnecessary internal friction, the best way is to achieve a high degree of centralization, concentrating power in the hands of a very small number of people or even one of the most capable people.

History has proven countless times how fast a country with strong political figures and leaders can develop, and even transform a weak country into a strong one in just a dozen or even dozens of years.

But the problem is that concentrating power also presents huge risks.

After all, people change, and power can also cause terrible erosion to people's thoughts and consciousness.

No one can guarantee whether a wise leader will become an ambitious, extravagant and tyrant in his later years.

The concentration of power will also bring another problem, that is, what if the decision-makers make mistakes and take the country down a wrong path of no return? At that time, it is the entire nation that will pay for these mistakes.

Therefore, decentralization has become necessary to restrict and constrain decision makers.

But the problem is that decentralization will lead to endless fighting among people from all walks of life with different interests.

If something is not beneficial but harmful to a certain group, they will short-sightedly and madly oppose it, completely ignoring the huge benefits it may bring at the national level.

This kind of struggle will eventually lead to social division and mutual hostility among different classes, and eventually turn into opposition, which will make it impossible to get anything done and seriously slow down the government's administrative efficiency.

If you read the history of the earth carefully, you will find that almost all powerful countries are highly centralized.

Even the United States, which claims to be a country of freedom, has been constantly centralizing power since its founding.

From the initial state autonomy without even a standing army, and the federal government and the president being just a shell, it gradually transitioned to having the world's most powerful army, intelligence agencies, law enforcement agencies, tax agencies, and so on.

Among them, the Civil War is the most iconic event in the process of centralization.

With the help of the economic depression after the end of World War I and the momentum of World War II, the highly centralized federal government finally reached its peak moment. It was also the beginning of the entire country moving to the center of the world stage and becoming a hegemon.

Therefore, if you want your country to be strong, you must have a high degree of centralization. If you want to disperse power and form a bottom-up supervision mechanism to prevent the emergence of dictators or dictatorial groups, the country's strength will inevitably decline. You can only choose one of the two.

Because power is highly exclusive, there is no so-called middle ground.

No matter how well-balanced the original design is, it will constantly tilt in one direction or the other during the struggle.

The process and results of the struggle for supremacy between Athens and Sparta in ancient Europe very well illustrate the pros and cons of the two power structures, as well as their respective outcomes.

Obviously, Zuo Si chose the former without hesitation and openly admitted that he was a dictatorial tyrant.

After hearing these words, the God of Suffering Ilmater sighed slightly and said, “No wonder some scholars claim that you are the monarch with the deepest understanding of power in the world.

It seems that in terms of ruling, even among the gods, no one can do a better job than you.

I sincerely hope that the West Coast Empire can last a little longer.

Because under your rule, the civilians truly have life and hope, instead of running around all day for food to fill their stomachs and warm clothes to keep warm, without even the most basic safety of their lives being guaranteed.

By the way, I just saw you spread a large amount of seeds containing life energy in the Anauroch Desert. What are you planning to do?"

"Nothing, I'm just trying some fun things and trying to make this desolate land a habitable place."

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and opened a huge channel connecting to the water elemental plane.

Wow! The rushing water immediately rushed out through the portal and expanded in all directions at an extremely fast speed, gradually creating a wide river channel in the sand dunes.

The originally flying sand and gravel were quickly wetted and solidified by the water flow, and it was extremely spectacular when viewed from a high altitude.

Just when Ilmat was wondering whether this was to create a river or a new artificial lake, Zuo Si suddenly released a huge amount of life energy, and in just a few seconds he had connected the seeds that had been scattered in the desert.

In a blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands, millions, and tens of millions of trees began to rise from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming large tracts of lush and dense forests along both sides of the river.

Not only that!

As those trees, full of abundant life energy, take root deeply in the soil beneath the gravel, they attract water from the river and provide a suitable living environment for other low plants.

In less than a few hours, a cross-shaped green belt running through the Enoch Desert from east to west and from north to south appeared out of thin air, and it was still expanding outward, swallowing up the yellow area on the map.

Apparently, Zuo Si used the method of the Dark Prince Grete to establish a field of life by sowing and connecting seeds.

Then, the interaction between water and the living realm is used to encourage plants to grow rapidly in a short period of time, completely changing the ecological environment of this vast sea of sand.

Once there is abundant aquatic plants, the surrounding herbivores and carnivores will migrate over to form a stable food chain.

In other words, he permanently transformed an uninhabitable desert into a habitable forest with very little effort.

This almost miraculous power not only shocked the intelligent creatures living in the desert beyond words, causing them to kneel on the ground to pray devoutly and offer words of praise, but even the god of suffering Ilmater showed a very surprised expression.

Because he was very sure that the power used by Zuo Si was normally far from enough to change such a large environment.

To be precise, if there were no priesthood related to nature, it would be very difficult even for God to improve the harsh environment of a certain area in the continent of Faerun.

Even the Netherese back then relied on magic to change the climate, and then used the climate to improve the environment bit by bit.

"How did you do that?"

Ilmater asked, reaching out his hand and stroking the towering tree that rose up beside him.

Zuo Si smiled and replied: "It's very simple. My son has invented an interesting way to use energy. What you see is the extension and expansion based on this.

According to the current situation, it won't be long before the green engulfs the entire desert and turns it into forest and grassland.

As long as these plants exist for a period of time, the gravel will be transformed into fertile soil suitable for farming, and rainfall will become more frequent as the soil can retain water.

See, actually, transforming the environment is not as difficult as you think.

Maybe I can turn it into a legendary spell or magical ritual.

In this way, there is no need to worry about land desertification due to excessive logging or grazing.

The ridiculous theory of checks and balances of the God of Nature can be completely swept into the dustbin of history."

When saying this, Zuo Si did not hide his naked and undisguised malice towards the Oak Father.

Because if this kind of magic really appeared and became widely popular, it would definitely be a devastating blow to Silvanas's teachings.

To be precise, this god of nature represents mortals' primitive worship of nature, as well as their superficial and incomplete understanding.

Under normal circumstances, with the development of science and technology and the improvement of cognitive level, it will inevitably weaken or even completely die out.

This is, after all, a god who is essentially antithetical to civilization.

However, the special environment of Toril restricted the development of science and technology, and several highly developed magical civilizations with the ability to transform the environment also disappeared one after another, which is why Silvanus has always maintained a strong influence.

But if Zuo Si could prove to the world that mortals could transform nature at will, turning deserts into forests, swamps and lakes in a very short time, then mortals' awe of nature would be greatly reduced, and they might even develop a strong contempt for his teachings.

Most importantly, this proves that the theory of checks and balances is wrong in terms of philosophy and logic.

For a god, nothing is more fatal than having a wrong understanding of his or her duties.

Maybe she will become schizophrenic like the goddess of fate back then, and split into two hostile gods.

Ilmater obviously knew about the conflict of ideas between Zuo Si and Silvanus, and couldn't help but sigh with a wry smile: "Alas - do you want to drive the belief of the Oak Father out of this world?"

"No, I just want to weaken him and ensure that civilization has enough space to develop, rather than being attacked by druids and various beasts whenever ordinary people cut down some trees and open up a piece of wasteland."

After saying that, Zuo Si closed the channel connecting to the water elemental plane, and then used the world arrangement technique to adjust the rainfall frequency in the Anaoc Desert.

“Well, maybe you’re right.

Father Oak was indeed a little too extreme when it came to protecting nature.

But I'm not here to discuss this with you.

I want to know how you plan to deal with the relationship between the Dark Prince Greya and Shar?"

The God of Suffering stated his purpose very clearly.

Zuo Si calmly asked, "From what you said, you want me to guide Graya as a father and let him change Shar?"

"Yes." Ilmater nodded hastily. "After all, he is the only one who can have an impact on the Goddess of Night. If he succeeds, it will be a blessing for the whole world."

"I'm sorry, but you may be disappointed. I won't interfere in this matter."

Zuo Si chose to refuse without hesitation, and his attitude was very firm, leaving no room for maneuver.

"Why?"

A puzzled look appeared on the God of Suffering's face.

In his opinion, this was totally unlike the other party's usual style of doing things.

Zuo Si picked a beautiful yellow wildflower and put it to his nose to sniff it. Then he explained, "Because I won't make the mistake that most parents make, which is to regard their children as part of their property or as tools to make up for their own shortcomings, always trying to control them and make them do what they want, thereby arousing their rebellious emotions."

Hearing this, Ilmat immediately frowned and questioned: "Are you going to let Greya and Shar develop freely like this? Aren't you afraid that he will be kidnapped?"

"I just said I won't enforce control, I didn't say I won't do anything about it.

The best way to treat children with mature minds is through understanding and communication, rather than condescending discipline.

After all, the original responsibility of a father is to pay for the mistakes made by his children due to their youthful impetuosity.

As long as it does not involve issues of principle, Graya has the power to choose his own future and destiny.

The second method can only be used on minors.

What's more, it's not certain who kidnapped whom.

Graya's willpower is not as fragile as you think.

As for Shar, I have roughly guessed what she wants to do and I am also prepared to deal with it, so please don't worry.

As long as the God of Gods, His Majesty Io, is still here, she will never succeed in returning the entire Crystal Wall to the darkness and nothingness of its original creation."

Zuo Si gave the assurance with full confidence.

In his eyes, Shar is actually equivalent to a whetstone, which can help the Dark Prince grow quickly.

Because no matter what means this goddess uses, she can never really hurt Graya.

Instead, it will allow Graya to experience various temptations up close, undergo psychological training, and learn more about the mysteries of dark forces from each other.

The most important thing is the existence of the Planeswalker Spark, which allows him to withdraw from it at any time if he wants.

So Graya is the one who holds the initiative in this relationship.

"Oh? When did it happen?"

The expression on Zuo Si's face suddenly became serious.

"It has been like this since you revealed Shar's conspiracy in front of the gods last time. This is all I can tell you."

As the last word came out of his mouth, the incarnation of Ilmater left a kind smile, then activated the inter-dimensional teleportation magic and disappeared without a trace.

Zuo Si stood there in deep thought, and only turned and left after a long while.

…

At the same time, the fully transformed orcs far away in the world of Sanctuary have formed a terrifying green tide and are attacking from all sides at an unimaginable speed, bringing unprecedented shock to the three forces including humans, angels and demons.

Almost 80 percent of the area of the Eastern and Western continents was completely occupied. The original forests, swamps, mountains and plain farmland were all densely covered with spore plants that could continuously grow orcs.

Faced with such an overwhelming number that cannot be described in words, the desert pearl, Lu Gaoyin, which had strong walls and sufficient guards, only lasted less than three hours before it was completely defeated.

Some of them have even made their way into hell and heaven, and are having "cordially and friendly" physical exchanges with the local indigenous people.

Even Diablo and Archangel Tyrael, who were each other's archenemies, had stopped fighting and started working together to deal with these green-skinned monsters that were swarming in, so many that even the demons would bow down to them.

Especially with the help of the various exaggerated long-range weapons created with the help of "the power of my thinking", the two of them suffered a lot.

Whether it is the powerful nuclear missiles or those electromagnetic weapons and energy weapons with extremely strong penetrating power, they can all cause considerable damage to it.

What’s even more terrible is that the scorching oil that gushed out after the orcs died is slowly infecting the bodies and spirits of both of them.

Half of Tyrael's wings that were emitting strong light had turned black, and Diablo's wings and tail were covered with a layer of red and hot metal armor under the effect of the shining oil.

As long as the intensity of the battle continues, it is only a matter of time before both of them are completely destroyed.

"Damn it! Where did these horrible monsters come from? Could this be another conspiracy of yours?"

Tyrael wielded his holy sword—Edruin killed dozens of super-heavy-armored bosses who rushed up, and suddenly turned his head to question Diablo.

In his opinion, no matter what outrageous things happened in the Sanctuary, it was most likely related to these three demons.

"Get lost! Stop accusing me here! Are you blind and can't you see that they want to kill me too?"

Diablo roared angrily.

The appearance of the green-skinned orcs directly caused his plan to pollute the World Stone to completely fail, and basically all the summoned demons were killed by the other side.

Even as he was speaking, an orc named "Ancient Giant" that was equivalent to the human Titan mecha swung a sledgehammer and hit him hard on the head.

Bang! The demon god who had terrified the entire Sanctuary was knocked to the ground. Not only did the parts of his body and eyes that were hit bleed hot like magma, but he also created a big hole in the ground.

But that’s not all.

"waaaaaaah!"

Along with the excited shouts of the orc operating the giant mecha, the thick muzzle installed on the other mechanical arm was aimed directly at Diablo's head. Terrifying energy and dazzling white light were rapidly gathering in the strange structure inside.

"No!!!!!"

Realizing that this close-range blow could seriously injure or even kill him, Diablo immediately mobilized his powerful strength to try to break free from the control of the ancient giant.

As one of the three great demons representing evil, he is undoubtedly very terrifying when he goes all out.

Even with the blessing of "the power of my thinking" and the "waaaaaaah" force field, the ancient giant could no longer bear it. The two super-heavy mechanical arms that were holding down each other began to bend and deform, making a scalp-numbing creaking sound.

But the orc sitting inside did not feel scared, but laughed happily.

"Hahahaha! Look! This guy is scared!"

"Quickly fire the super-super squeak cannon and smash his head off!"

"There's also a belly cannon! Open the belly cannon too!"

Amid the orcs' excited shouts, the hatch in the ancient giant's belly was quickly opened, and a cannon with a muzzle large enough to fit an orc battle motorcycle finally leaked out.

However, unlike the energy weapon mounted on the arm - the Squeak Cannon, this thing obviously fires physical ammunition.

Looking inside through the muzzle, you can clearly see a large amount of explosives and various unknown garbage and waste. It can be said to be quite green-skinned, and is almost the same as the early primitive muzzle-loading artillery on Earth.

But if you dare to underestimate it because of this, you would be very wrong.

Because the explosion caused by this thing can even destroy a large area or completely flatten the entire battlefield.

In the Warhammer universe, someone once witnessed the Ancient Giant's belly cannon shattering the leg of a Human Empire Warhound-class Titan with just one hit.

You should know that all Titans are equipped with void shields and force field generators.

Weapons will be greatly weakened when penetrating these protections and will eventually be blocked by the protective armor.

This is why the Titan Mecha is called "God's Machine".

A weapon that can destroy a Titan with one strike must be extremely powerful.

“Fire!!!”

With an order, the two cannons simultaneously released terrifying destructive power.

Diablo, who was almost able to break free from the control of the ancient giant, was knocked back to the ground by a single shot from the Squeak Cannon, with half of his head turning black and charred.

Then, the amazing impact force of the abdominal cannon threw him into the air like a rag doll, blood splattered along the torn wound, and then he fell heavily to the ground like a dead dog.

Such horrific destructive power stunned the Archangel Tyrael standing by.

You have to know that Diablo is the most powerful top fighter in this time and space. Even if you fight against him, it will be difficult for you to gain any advantage.

But now, this huge metal machine in front of him actually severely damaged it in just a few strokes. Just imagining it makes people feel numb.

If we allow the green-skinned orcs to continue to grow and become stronger, won't both the High Heaven and the Burning Hell be doomed?

Most importantly, where did these monsters come from? Why was there no trace of their existence before? Could they be the creation of Anu, the god of creation?

His consciousness in a higher dimension saw the current situation and became dissatisfied with the angels and demons, so he wanted to completely destroy the two races? Or was it an evil demon born from chaos before the beginning of all things?

No matter what the truth is, angels and demons will face an unprecedented catastrophe.

Just when Tyrael was so shocked by the orcs' weapons, all the orcs who were surging like a tide on the battlefield suddenly started shouting "waaaaaaah" one after another like crazy.

With the sounds of "waaaaaaah", he clearly saw that many orcs were growing in size and their momentum was becoming stronger and stronger. Even those strangely shaped war machines were beginning to be pieced together under the operation of technicians to form larger things.

There is no doubt that Diablo's serious injury made these green-skinned orcs completely waaaaaaaah, and at the same time, they had the idea of "I think I can kill you".

Don't underestimate this.

Because as the number of orcs increases, the waaaaaaah force field is constantly strengthening.

And "I think" will transform this force field into a terrifying force that can distort reality.

"Hehehehe! That big red-skinned lizard is finished. Now it's your turn, the winged birdman."

The orc who controlled the ancient giant provoked Archangel Tyrael through a simple loudspeaker.

Because the mechanical arms that were twisted and deformed under Diablo's tremendous power before were not damaged by the power of my thinking. Instead, they maintained their strange shapes and continued to operate.

After all, "I think it can still be used" or "I think it should not be broken" is one of the most terrifying things about Orc technology.

It can make something that was originally impossible become a reality.

This ancient giant is the best proof.

Because in addition to the traditional green leather craftsmanship of welding and riveting, you can also find structures connected by ropes on it.

Yes, you read that right.

This heavy mecha, whose combat power is comparable to that of a Titan, is simply a patchwork of a bunch of things that were put together by hand.

Under normal circumstances, it would be a miracle if one could move without falling apart, let alone participate in a battle.

"Who are you?"

Tyrael glanced at Diablo, who was being dragged away motionlessly, and questioned loudly.

"You talk too much nonsense. It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is that this battle makes us feel good and happy."

The fully transformed orc grinned and let out a creepy laugh, then immediately controlled the ancient giant to launch an attack.

Along with this giant steel beast, there are thousands of super-heavy-armored bosses and green-skinned boys rushing forward like a tide.

Although the archangel was able to fight against it with his own powerful strength at the beginning, he was soon submerged by the green tide.

This is because many of the high-level orcs have awakened the Hulk's bloodline. Not only are they incredibly powerful, but they also have thick skin and flesh and are very resistant to beatings. Even if they are pierced by the holy sword, they will not die easily.

In less than a few minutes, Tyrael followed in Diablo's footsteps. He was beaten half to death, then hung up as a trophy and subjected to a series of scientific research.

There is no doubt that the fully transformed orcs released into the Sanctuary World have grown to a level that is simply uncontrollable.

Even if the High Heaven and the Burning Hell join forces, they cannot win this war. At best, they can only survive for a while longer.

Moreover, the orcs' technology is far from reaching its peak.

After all, this place is not like the planet Toril, where the power of technology is greatly restricted, but it can exert 100% of its power.

Once super weapons such as planetary fortresses and battle moons are built, the only thing waiting for them is destruction.

"My Lord, I think the test project of completing the Orc Orcs can basically be declared complete.

While the battle on the world of Sanctuary is far from over, that no longer matters.

Unless the demons and angels are willing to combine their powers to reawaken the creator god Anu, all resistance will be futile.

That time and space will eventually fall completely under the impact of the green tide and become a paradise belonging exclusively to orcs.

We should now start thinking about how to use them.”

A scientific research expert from the magical Earth enthusiastically showed the recent reports to the Blue Magic Judge Jinjitaxia.

As one of the project supervisors, his main responsibility was the combination of Hulk blood and orc genes.

It is not difficult to tell from the orc specimens behind him that are soaked in the solution for more than ten meters that this research has been a complete success.

Even created several monsters that are more terrifying than the Hulk.

It's just that they are too uncontrollable and have basically no rationality at all.

The most powerful ones among them could even go head-to-head with the Son of Superman after his transformation, so they were quickly dealt with after their limits were tested.

Jinjitaxia glanced at the battle screen and various data displayed on his electronic equipment, and soon showed satisfaction: "Yes, you did a good job. I think the great father of New Phyrexia will also be satisfied with this result. As for how to use it properly, we will discuss it separately after I return from the Warhammer universe."

"Are you heading to that universe?"

The project manager's eyes lit up instantly, revealing infinite yearning.

Although in the traditional concept of "Hammer Guys", this hellhole is definitely a miserable and desperate world where everyone hates everyone and dogs hate dogs.

But for a scientific researcher, it is an absolute "paradise".

Because there are so many incredible advanced technologies in it.

In other words, 20% or even more of the theoretical knowledge and technology in this huge central laboratory under your feet comes from the Warhammer universe.

Whether it was the genetic technology used by the Human Emperor to create the Primarchs and Astartes Space Marines, the stunning technology of the Necrons, or the powerful Warp psychic power used by the Eldar and the Ancients, all of them greatly broadened their horizons.

Through continuous experimentation by combining this knowledge, technology and magic, a large number of research results are produced every day in the entire central laboratory.

So even though they know that the Warhammer universe is very dangerous, many scientific researchers still regard it as a "holy land" in their minds and want to see it in their lifetime.

It would be best to first go to the Adeptus Mechanicus headquarters on Mars to communicate with the great sages, and then discuss the limits of physics with the Necrons.

Especially the clothes that were sent back by Master Wanhua not long ago, which made Jinjitaxia feel a little admiration for the Necrons.

Because these clothes were made during the Necrontyr period when they had not yet lost their souls, and the materials used were actually woven from silk threads drawn from time!

Making time into clothes and wearing them on your body! What a powerful and incredible level of technology!

You have to know that in the universe where the planet Toril is located, even many gods with the ministry of time may not be able to do it.

But the Necrons had already done it tens of millions of years ago, and they produced not just one or two pieces, but in batches so that the entire senior leadership could wear them.

So Jinji Tasha is full of expectations for this trip.

He longed to have a face-to-face exchange with the Great Demon Judge Vashtor, and believed that it would be a very pleasant conversation.

Thinking of this, Jinji Taxia turned off his electronic devices, raised his head and said to the men standing in front of him: "Yes, I will set off now.

But don't expect me to take you with me.

After all, the invasion of the Warp is very terrible for mortals like you who have strong desires.

I don't want you to come back completely crazy after your trip.

Unless the troubles in the Warp are resolved one day, the great father of New Phyrexia will not allow us to enter on a large scale."

"Oh, really? That's a pity."

Visible disappointment suddenly appeared on the supervisor's face, and he was obviously regretful that he could not visit the holy land in his mind.

However, even though he was lost, he had no intention of risking his life or even his soul.

Because those who have access to first-hand information in the laboratory know best how dangerous the subspace is.

To put it bluntly, even those guys who have transformed themselves into non-humans probably wouldn't be able to survive for long once they were thrown in.

Jinjitaxia patted the supervisor's shoulder with her sickle-like claws and consoled him, "Don't worry. When I come back, I will share all the knowledge, techniques, and inspirations I have gathered with you. By the way, have you found any results regarding the clothes woven by the Necrontyr with the threads of time?"

"Um - sorry, not yet. You know, we have too many research projects and materials on hand. The ones that are not of high enough importance have been put on hold for two years."

The human scientist smiled helplessly.

When he was alive, he always felt that there were too few research topics, and many of them were meaningless repetitive trial and error.

But after being recruited here after death, the situation was completely reversed.

Not only are there a vast number of research directions and topics to choose from, but there are also almost unlimited resources available for use. It is simply a paradise for scientific researchers.

But there are so many problems that I don't know how to choose.

"The great father of New Phyrexia is very interested in these clothes. I have now adjusted its importance to level six. You should organize people to tackle it as soon as possible. I hope to see some results when I come back."

After saying this, Jinji Tasha embarked on a journey to another universe under the guidance of a perfect planeswalker.