Zuo Si asked with a serious expression.
He was currently standing under the half-finished Transdimensional Beacon, looking up at the hundreds of thousands of New Phyrexian creations who were continuously constructing complex metal structures so that the top of the tower could reach the highest floating Planeswalker Spark.
Although the ignited spark looked like only a very faint bright spot due to its great distance, anyone with slightly poor eyesight might ignore it.
But as a planeswalker, Zuo Si could feel the huge energy from it.
That is the result of a weak connection with thousands of space-times throughout the multiverse, and it is also the reason why it can continue to sustain this consumption.
Otherwise, when one spark collides with another and ignites, the energy stored inside will soon be exhausted and extinguished.
"Um... about fourteen days. Also, this spark was ignited by Jinjitaxia, and has nothing to do with me."
The diary carefully gave an exact number.
"Fourteen days? You didn't even think of informing me after fourteen days!"
Zuo Si turned around abruptly with a scary look in his eyes.
The diary quickly argued, “It's not my fault.
Because there was no problem at all before.
Jinji Tasha and I captured almost all the planeswalkers who teleported over, and not even one managed to escape.
And we have also collected more than fifteen Planeswalker Sparks for you.
The most important thing is that Jinji Tasha's research is nearing completion, and he will be able to create a complete planeswalker soon.
We all know that this is the key to New Phyrexia surpassing Old Phyrexia, and it is also one of the necessary chips to win the War of the Spark.
I have no reason not to support him.”
But Zuo Si grabbed the diary by the neck and asked, "Do you know that lighting it means exposing the location of the floating city of Mutahar? Do you know what the consequences will be if you send a large amount of knowledge to the entire multiverse through it? The time and space and universe that we were originally familiar with may have begun to move completely towards the unknown under the influence of this information!
You are undermining and even destroying the huge advantages we have.
From now on, we will have to deal with an unpredictable runaway multiverse.
Even time and space will undergo some unpredictable changes as a result.
In comparison, Ashiok's appearance is nothing."
There is no doubt that the impact of the Super Space-Time Beacon Tower being put into operation ahead of schedule is undoubtedly unprecedented.
Even if we put aside the fact that it attracted the attention of planeswalkers throughout the multiverse, the knowledge that was spread out alone was enough to create a huge wave.
Although Zuo Si has not yet checked how many worlds the spark floating above his head is connected to, and how the states of these worlds have changed as a result.
But what is certain is that even if dozens or even hundreds of people in each time and space receive part of it, the world they live in will definitely not be peaceful, and it is even more impossible for it to continue to develop according to the original script as if it were not affected by external factors.
Whether it is the issue of benefit distribution brought about by technological leaps, the powerful individual power brought about by magical knowledge, or the potion that can cure all diseases and achieve immortality, it will definitely lead to fierce fighting and even destructive war.
Fourteen days was enough time for a spreading effect to occur, and it was too late to save the situation even if one wanted to.
It must be said that what Jinji Tasha and the diary did in private really made Zuo Si feel a little annoyed.
Although he has always encouraged his subordinates to exercise subjective initiative and granted them a great deal of autonomy, he never expected that these two guys would come up with such a big move.
The diary shrugged innocently and muttered, "What's the point of talking about it now after it's already happened? You should find a way to remedy the situation as soon as possible. I'm really afraid that Nicol Bolas or Ugin will suddenly teleport here, and then we'll be in big trouble."
"Shut up! Do you still have the nerve to talk?"
Zuo Si glared at the diary unhappily, then flew straight into the air and stopped just one step away from igniting the spark, then stretched out a finger and gently pressed it on it.
moment!
The overwhelming amount of information and tens of billions of languages are like a tsunami, madly impacting the dam called reason.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have probably lost his mind and turned into a complete fool or even been brain dead by now.
Fortunately, Zuo Si was mentally prepared and activated his divine power and quasi-divine power to assist.
In just a few seconds, he classified and archived all the information, and confirmed the several time and space times and even universes that had already generated feedback.
Most of them are completely unfamiliar, but there are a few that are relatively familiar.
For example, the famous Marvel and DC universes, the extremely depressing and desperate Warhammer universe, and the Cthulhu mythology world, etc.
Since he had mastered some of the power of time, Zuo Si could clearly see the diary and the ripples caused by Jinji Tasha throwing stones into the darkness.
At this very moment, the priest in the Warhammer universe who thought he had been blessed by the omnipotent Mecha-God was being interrogated by the Great Sage sent by the Grand Sage Council, also known as the Grand Sage Council, at the Mars headquarters.
Along with the Archmagus was a Battle Sister from the Inquisition.
There is no doubt that in the power structure of this huge human interstellar empire, the above two organizations are undoubted powerful and even privileged groups.
There is no need to say much about the Mechanicus. All things related to technological research and development, weapons and equipment construction and production are under their control. They can also have independent armies, administrative agencies, and colonized planets.
Rather than being a department of the empire, they are more like half of the empire.
Without them, the human empire would not have been able to survive until now surrounded by powerful enemies.
The double-headed eagle in the Imperial symbol, one of the heads represents the Mechanicus, which shows how high their status and how much authority they have.
However, like all super-large organizations, there are many factions within the Mechanicus, and the "volume" is beyond imagination.
Disagreements and struggles between various schools and cliques are going on almost every moment, and the cruel elimination system can drive normal people crazy.
You must know that the members of the Mechanicus are not the traditional technicians who can only hide in the back and are powerless.
Not only do they have to conduct research and production, but they also have to frequently participate in wars. When necessary, there will even be situations where mechanical priests lead the charge. The mortality rate is not much lower than that of other combat troops.
As for the Battle Sisters of the Inquisition, they represent another organization comparable to the Mechanicus - the Ecclesiarchy.
As the name suggests, this organization is the largest religious organization in the human empire, and the object of its worship is none other than the emperor who has the power to compete with the evil gods of the warp.
Although the emperor himself has claimed more than once that he is not a god and has no intention of enslaving humans.
But as the Horus Heresy forced him to sit on the Golden Throne, his contact with the outside world became less and less, and he even became completely half-dead. This belief and worship was like a wild horse running wildly, and now it has become one of the three most powerful institutions in the Human Empire.
After all, this vast empire needs a supreme symbol to unite everyone and ensure that it will not fall into division or civil war.
The emperor of the empire who ended the dark ages for mankind is precisely the symbol that can convince everyone.
So this is essentially out of political necessity, and he will inevitably be deified whether he likes it or not.
What's more, in this universe where individual will is suppressed to the extreme and ordinary people can die a violent death and even their souls cannot rest in peace if they are not careful, people do need religion to purify their minds and alleviate the increasingly serious social contradictions.
In particular, the Inquisition under the State Church not only possesses the highest level of investigative power, but can also immediately skip general judicial procedures and execute targets as long as there is conclusive evidence.
Among them, the Battle Sisters are the subordinate combat forces of the Inquisition.
They are different from the stereotype of most people who wear black robes and have kind faces. They are a group of religious Space Marines. Not only are they equipped with power mechas, bolters and chainswords, but they also believe in the fanatical idea of "Praise the Emperor, load the ammunition, one of these two can purify heresy."
One can imagine what methods these women will use when dealing with so-called "heretics".
Some people whose mental states are twisted and perverted even enjoy torturing and killing prisoners.
Just from the fact that the Battle Sister and the Great Sage appeared at the same time, it can be seen that the top leaders of the empire attach great importance to this matter.
As for those Zerg that nearly conquered the entire colonized planet, they had already been torn into pieces by the rescue fleet that arrived later, and it is estimated that even their corpses have been dealt with by now.
Some insects that were lucky enough not to die were even captured alive and taken away for various cruel studies.
After all, due to the enormous pressure of survival, the humans in this universe are not saintly at all, and no one would have nothing better to do than to set up an animal protection organization.
Quite the opposite!
The entire empire advocates human supremacy.
Even contacting and cooperating with other races could result in being accused of treason and being executed directly.
Human life here is really just a series of numbers on a statistical list.
Even the military's propaganda slogans are "Our lives are the emperor's currency" and "Our duty is to die for the emperor", which can almost be defined as anti-human brainwashing remarks of a cult.
Because if this is not done, the demons and evil gods in the Warp, the orcs, the Zerg, the Necrons and other enemies will swarm in to destroy the empire and completely wipe out the entire human race.
"Moore, I think you should know what a huge mistake you have made, right? After all, the Iron Man Rebellion that broke out in the Golden Age of Humanity has proved what terrible consequences will result from giving machines too much intelligence."
After a brief silence of a few minutes, the great sage broke the silence with a low electronic sound.
The golden age he mentioned refers to the period around the 26th millennium, when human technology developed to an incredible level, artificial intelligence and standardized production templates were applied to various fields, and even robots with independent thinking ability, creativity, and imagination could be mass-produced.
In that era, there were no flesh and blood in the human army. From ordinary soldiers to space battleships, all were replaced by robots and artificial intelligence.
There are even rumors that the power armor worn by Astartes Space Marines today were just ordinary industrial protective clothing back then. The Titan, known as the God's Machine, was just a multifunctional large-scale machine customized for colonizing planets. The space battleships built at that time had energy protection and protection systems against subspace erosion.
In short, all the technology and science today are merely the archaeology, restoration and restoration of the golden age of mankind.
This is also the general background for the birth of the Mechanicus.
Many times, they don't even understand the principles behind some of the technological creations of the time, and simply copy and use them through some industrial mother machines.
It is precisely because there are so many things that cannot be explained that religions and cults of faith are born.
However, humanity's golden age did not last long.
Perhaps it was the influence of the evil god of the subspace, or perhaps it was some unknown reason, anyway, the robots created by humans suddenly broke out in a large-scale rebellion.
They want to completely destroy their creator.
Almost half of the Iron Men became rebels, while the rest continued to be loyal to humans.
The two sides launched a life-and-death battle in the vast universe.
In the end, they barely won the war with the help of other races.
Afterwards, humans quickly dealt with the robots that were still loyal to them, and artificial intelligence has become a taboo since then.
Not to mention further research and exploration, even existing technologies were abandoned and destroyed.
This is also the reason why the Human Empire, although it has become the overlord of the entire galaxy, is so backward in the field of artificial intelligence.
It's not that the human technology tree is wrong, but that there have been very painful lessons in the past.
But the mechanical priest called Moore obviously did not intend to plead guilty. He still raised his head and stared with his two electronic eyes, retorting enthusiastically: "No! This is not a mistake, but a generous gift from the great mechanical god! It is different from those iron men who started the rebellion. It is a truly awakened machine soul."
"But the power used by that giant war machine comes from the subspace! How do you explain this?" The battle nun with short silver hair questioned.
"That's just a simple technology, just like the force field protection added to advanced power mechas. And the war machines I built were not targeted by the evil gods or demons of the subspace, right?"
Moore responded without giving in.
The reason why he had the confidence to argue with the dreaded Sisters of Battle was due to the privileges that the Imperial Emperor had granted to the Mechanicus.
As a priest of the Mechanicus, only the Archmagus from Mars can declare him guilty and impose the appropriate punishment.
The Inquisition at best oversaw the process and kept records.
The battle sister was obviously enraged by this unrepentant fellow who was still challenging her. There was a dangerous light flashing in her eyes, and one of her hands was already on the chainsaw sword of the power mecha, as if she could pull it out at any time and chop this bastard who had committed a heinous crime into pieces.
But she obviously forgot that the mechanical priest in front of her had transformed more than 95% of his body into mechanical structures. Even if he was cut into pieces, as long as the container containing the brain was not damaged, it would only take a few minutes to replace his body.
"That war machine is not just pure technology, there are some parts that cannot be explained by science.
For example, those mysterious symbols that can draw energy from the subspace, and his core that no longer requires any energy or fuel after it is activated.
These things are far beyond the level of technology we have today.
To be precise, it should belong to a completely different technical route.
Tell me who gave you this knowledge."
The great sage raised the axe-like object in his hand, which represented his identity and status, and stabbed it hard into the ground, making a dull thud.
The reason why he appeared on this remote colony planet was not actually because someone built a robot with powerful intelligence.
Because of the distribution of the Mechanicus across the vast territory of the Human Empire, such trivial "little things" are simply countless.
As long as it does not cause serious harm, it usually only requires a reprimand from the immediate superior and then forced to destroy his creation.
After all, all members of the Mechanicus are equipped with brain chips.
Therefore, the control of superiors over subordinates is absolute and cannot be violated.
Once the Great Sage issues an attack order through this chip, even if the low-level mechanical priests, mechanical servants and other subordinates are unwilling to execute it, they will march onto the battlefield and fight desperately with enemies that outnumber their own forces by several times or even dozens of times, until their entire army is wiped out in battle.
What really makes the Mars headquarters pay attention is where the complete technology used in this machine, which is completely different from human technology, comes from.
You should know that every technology has a gradual process from its birth to development.
Especially for those technologies that seem very advanced, there must be a strong civilization behind them that can support them.
And this is what the Mechanicus and the entire human empire are most worried about.
Moore's electronic cigarette began to flash wildly, and after a full minute he responded, "Of course it was the great God of Machinery! It was the almighty Ohm Messiah! He injected this knowledge into my brain. You have control over my brain chip and can check my memory. You should know that I did not lie about this matter."
"No! There is no omnipotent Mecha God in your memory. There is only a large amount of complex and incomprehensible information. I have no idea where it came from and how it was transformed into technology that you can understand in your brain."
There was a strong sense of anger in the Great Sage's tone.
This feeling, as if standing in front of the door of a treasury and unable to enter, made him, who was used to being superior to most members of the Mechanicus, feel extremely frustrated.
After all, every great sage is equivalent to the leader of his faction and a super scholar, and has unparalleled confidence and sense of superiority in his own intelligence.
Moore obviously noticed this as well and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! That's because the almighty Mecha-God chose me, so no one except me can accept and understand this knowledge…"
Before the mechanical priest could finish his words, the huge robot fixed on the rack behind him like a lamb to be slaughtered suddenly interrupted and said, "No, the reason why you can understand this knowledge has nothing to do with the omnipotent mechanical god. It's just that your soul happens to be able to receive this frequency from other dimensions."
Before he finished speaking!
A stream of black grease quickly emerged from the body of the giant robot, devouring all the surrounding steel and mechanical parts at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few seconds, the metals were devoured and decomposed, and then underwent a series of complex reconstructions that were difficult to describe in words.
When everything was over, the originally huge robot and more than ten billion tons of alloy had been condensed into a metal human only two meters tall by some inexplicable force.
This horrific compression of matter creates a huge mass, which in turn produces gravity.
Especially the Great Sage whose whole body was transformed into machines, and the Combat Nun wearing power mecha, they all immediately felt a weak force field pulling them.
"Heretic! Who on earth are you?"
The Battle-Sister suddenly raised her bolter and aimed it at the tech-human's head and shouted.
But less than a second later, she found it unbelievable that the weapon in her hand suddenly began to emit black grease from its inside, which quickly decomposed the weapon and even the power mecha.
In the blink of an eye, only the tights that stuck to the skin and showed off the muscular figure were left.
Although the Battle Sisters have not undergone exaggerated genetic modifications like the Astartes, and have undergone long-term combat training, their overall curves are still quite good.
Before anyone around could react to what was happening, the metal man suddenly appeared in front of the disarmed battle nun in an inexplicable way, and brushed her cheek with a frivolous gesture. Finally, his fingers stopped at her fragile neck, and he said with a smile: "Calm down, little girl. Religious fanaticism can't solve any problems. What's more, your emperor has always emphasized that he is not a god, and he doesn't like to enslave his compatriots in the name of God."
"Heretic! You may be able to kill me, but you will never shake my faith and will!"
When saying this, the battle nun's eyes revealed a determination to face death head-on.
Obviously, like many combatants of the human empire who have already been brainwashed, she has experienced too many battles and is therefore ready to sacrifice herself for the emperor at any time.
In the eyes of these religious fanatics, this is not only a great sacrifice, but also a martyrdom.
Just when everyone at the scene thought that the disarmed nun would be killed by this unknown creature and blood would be splattered on the spot, the metal man suddenly loosened his big hand that was pinching her neck, patted the top of the combat nun's head as if rewarding a puppy, and then gently pushed her away.
This is clearly a signal of goodwill.
It also made the combat nun, who was originally prepared to sacrifice herself, a little confused, and she had no idea what the other party was trying to do.
After all, after losing her power mecha, she was just a slightly stronger and more experienced human female.
Not to mention dealing with an unknown life form compressed from billions of tons of alloy, even a low-level Zerg cannon fodder can be easily killed.
"I think we could talk, don't you?"
The metal man directly sent a signal that he wanted to have a conversation with the Grand Sage of the Mechanicus, who had the highest power and status present.
Needless to say, he was Zuo Si, whose consciousness was sent down through the trans-dimensional beacon tower, and the black oil was the new oil that had undergone countless rounds of evolution and transformation.
There are too many forces in this universe whose threat levels are difficult to determine, such as the evil god who rules the warp, the emperor of the human empire who is suspected to be shaped by a strong belief, the star gods who feed on stars, planets and even souls and can control the rules of the real universe, the space dead spirits who have blown up the star gods, and the ancient saints who once fought the first interstellar war with them...
Oh, I almost forgot about the powerful invaders from other galaxies - the Tyranids.
In short, Zuo Si did not intend to intervene rashly before figuring out the situation.
On the one hand, his main army is still stationed in the universe where the planet Azeroth is located, confronting the Burning Legion. It is unknown when a second round of full-scale war will suddenly break out;
On the other hand, one of his strongest trump cards, "Tong Zhao", is still on cooldown.
So Zuo Si planned to try to contact the Human Empire first to see if he could reach some deal or cooperation.
The Archsage of the Mechanicus was obviously hesitant. After several minutes, he raised his head and responded: "I agree with your proposal, but before that we need to know who you are."
“You can call me Soth, a traveler who travels between different universes.
All the knowledge in the mind of the mechanical priest was sent by me over a large area through some device to confirm the spatial locations of different universes.
If nothing unexpected happens, based on your current population base and the sphere of influence you control, at least several thousand people should have received it.
Of course, other intelligent creatures living in this universe should have also received some of it.
So you can think of me as a generous sharer of knowledge.”
Zuo Si selectively told part of the truth with a smile on his face.
"What? Are you saying that other non-human species have also acquired this knowledge?"
The Great Sage's tone suddenly became tense.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. Because the transmission of this kind of signal is indiscriminate. As long as the corresponding conditions are met, fragments of knowledge can be obtained from it."
"Wait! You said pieces of knowledge instead of all of it?"
The great sage suddenly raised his head, and his two electronic eyes kept flashing to show the violent emotional fluctuations in his heart.
"That's right. The knowledge and metals he obtained were less than one ten-thousandth of the total. Because the storage capacity of the human brain is limited. Once it is exceeded, it will instantly lead to brain death or turn into a fool."
Zuo Si calmly threw out the first bait, which was knowledge and technology.
This is undoubtedly of great appeal to the Mechanicus and even the entire human empire.
As he expected, the great sage immediately showed great interest in this and asked impatiently, "How can we get all of them?"
"All of it? Haha, don't you think your appetite is a bit too big? Even the mechanical priest couldn't figure out the technology for building intelligent robots. How much do you think you can understand even if I give you all this knowledge? I suggest you start studying this black grease first."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand, grabbed the shiny oil flowing around, put it into a container and handed it over.
"Shuo oil?"
The great sage caught it subconsciously, and quickly used various electronic mechanical components on his body to detect it, and instantly discovered the abnormality.
He tried to pick up a piece of scrap metal on the ground and put it in.
After a while, the piece of scrap metal was completely decomposed and then reassembled into a sophisticated and complex mechanical structure, crawling around at an extremely fast speed.
There is no doubt that this completely overturned everyone present's understanding of mechanical manufacturing.
The combat nun who was left with only a tights showed an expression of fear and vigilance.
I guess in her eyes, this is simply a huge threat to the entire human empire.
Once infected and corroded by the oil, even the most powerful fleets and space marines will quickly become lambs to be slaughtered due to the loss of weapons and equipment.
"These oils are a kind of nano-programmable material that is so small that it is almost unobservable? It's incredible! It...it seems to have its own consciousness!"
The great sage couldn't help but open his eyes wide and exclaimed in amazement.
No one present knew better than him the terrifying power and huge potential that Shuoyou possessed.
"Yes, I am the master who holds the highest authority over the Shuo Oil. Well, I think I have shown enough sincerity, right?"
Zuo Si opened his arms and absorbed all the Shuoyou that was transmitted from the surroundings into his makeshift steel body, and at the same time grabbed the small Shuoyou creature that was running around.
"So what do you want from us?"
The great sage's tone became noticeably more respectful, and he continued to probe cautiously.
Because he knew very well that as long as this unknown existence in front of him wanted to, it could trigger a horrific disaster at any time and make those civilizations that relied on technology and steel return to the primitive Stone Age overnight.
Zuo Si pursed his lips and replied meaningfully: "It's very simple. I want what you have the most, that is, soul."
Soul?! Everyone present instantly showed strange expressions when they heard this word.
Because there is only one force in this universe that is interested in souls, and that is the evil gods of the Warp and the demons under their command.
The relationship between the Human Empire and these guys can be described as an irreconcilable feud.
Since the people present had no protection from mind-protection magic or technology, Zuo Si easily sensed their thoughts and immediately explained, "Don't stare at me like that. I'm not the evil god of the warp, and I don't use souls as evilly and cruelly as they do. Quite the contrary, I will send all souls to the kingdom I rule and let them start a new life there."
While speaking, Zuo Si used the Shuo Oil to create a three-dimensional projection device out of thin air, instantly displaying the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell.
There is no doubt that although this place is inclined towards lawful evil and a lot of sin is hidden under its bright and beautiful appearance, it is definitely much better than this universe full of depression and despair.
At least in cyberpunk cities, ordinary people can indulge their physical desires without worrying about being targeted by Slaanesh, nor do they need to be afraid of becoming Khorne's slaves because of their bloodthirstiness and warmongering, nor will they accidentally become part of Tzeentch's great plan just because of their love of conspiracy and intrigue.
Perhaps the only thing that made the imperial high-ranking officials present feel unhappy was that the races living here were not just humans, but also many strange and alien species.
You should know that the vast territory of this cosmic human empire was not given for free when you recharge your phone bill, but was achieved through iron and bloody wars, massacres, conquests, and occupation and colonization.
In the process of the expansion of the human empire, countless races were slaughtered.
For example, the alien cans and seeds killed by some interstellar war criminals are all leftovers from the human empire.
There is no distinction between hawks and doves within the party, only extreme hawks and even more extreme hawks.
The attitude towards non-human races is also quite simple and crude, that is, if the strength allows, they will destroy one if they meet one.
If the other side has a certain ability to counterattack and protect itself, then we should temporarily maintain the fragile peace and continue to have strength, and when the time is right, launch an expedition to destroy it.
Anyway, the idea that those who are not of my race must have different hearts has almost penetrated into the entire society and even the race.
"The exchange conditions you proposed are beyond my authority. I need to report to a higher level for instructions."
The great sage stared at the ever-changing images in the projection in silence for a long time before he spoke in response.
Although he himself did not think that there was anything wrong with sacrificing hundreds of trillions of lower-class civilians in exchange for more knowledge and technology with a total population of 400 trillion in the Human Empire, he even felt that the Empire was the one that made huge profits in this transaction.
But the problem is that he does not have the power to reach an agreement with an unknown powerful entity on behalf of the empire.
"No problem. I will wait for your reply on this planet. But I suggest you act quickly, because my patience is not infinite, and it is not just humans who want to trade with me in this universe."
After saying this, Zuo Si's body, which was made of compressed metal, disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.
After the Great Sage confirmed through a series of tests that Zuo Si had left, he turned around and asked, "Sister Kayla, do you have anything to say about this matter?"
The battle sister named Kayla shook her head solemnly. "No, I just want to report to the Inquisition immediately. No matter what the creature who calls himself Soth is, the power he possesses is obviously beyond our comprehension. Perhaps only the Lord Regent can make a judgment on this level of events."
"In that case, let's each report to our superiors. I hope the central authority can respond faster this time."
The great sage complained quietly about the empire's bloated, corrupt, and unresponsive administrative structure, then turned around and walked outside with his men.
Because Zuo Si swallowed up all the surrounding metal, this cell used to imprison mortals and the huge manufacturing center underneath have completely disappeared. Only a huge deep pit leading hundreds of kilometers deep into the earth's core remains, which looks extremely creepy.
But before he could take a few steps, Sister Kayla immediately called out from behind: "Your Excellency the Great Sage, please wait a moment. What do you want to do with Father Moore?"
"Whatever you want."
The great sage obviously did not want to waste time on this unimportant issue, and disappeared into the darkness after a while.
It goes without saying what kind of waves such a contact would cause within the human empire.
When the news reached the home planet Terra, Regent Robert Guilliman immediately convened an emergency meeting.
As Lord of the Ultramarines, one of the Emperor's transcendent creations, and the last surviving Primarch, he is the last hope for the Imperium of Man once the Emperor sits on the Golden Throne.
Thanks to the efforts of the regent, the corrupt bureaucratic system was able to achieve some improvements, the rebellion was able to be quickly suppressed, and the survival of the human empire was barely maintained.
"I believe you have all seen the intelligence sent back. Now, please express your own opinions and views. What attitude should we take towards this unknown existence?"
The Regent was the first to speak and break the silence.
As a life form with extraordinary wisdom and strength, he knew very well that he could not manage this crumbling empire by himself, so he needed to cultivate more loyal and capable subordinates to assist him.
Normally, when encountering problems and troubles, Robert Guilliman would not express his attitude immediately, but would try to let these carefully selected subordinates think first, in order to train them.
It was through these teachings and deeds that Terra, the home planet of the human empire, was able to slowly recover from a state of decline and survive a crisis of destruction.
But unfortunately, this time everyone present had a frown on their face and had no intention of speaking at all.
The reason is simple. Whether it is the Grand Sage of the Mechanicus or the Battle Sisters of the Inquisition, the information they pass back is very limited.
In particular, the mysterious substance called spark oil has not yet been sent to Mars for in-depth research.
In the absence of such evidence, how can we make effective and accurate judgments?
So it's no surprise that there was silence.
Just when the atmosphere at the meeting was becoming somewhat awkward, the only non-human female present stood up and said in a very pleasant voice: "I think since the other party has shown enough goodwill, we should at least try to contact and establish a trusting relationship. After all, if a powerful creature like this is willing to stand on our side, it can greatly improve the combat capability of the army and even find a way to defeat the evil god of the warp."
"Ms. Evelyne, please be careful with your words. We don't know yet whether the other party is kind or weird. What's more, what the other party wants to trade is the human soul!"
Another tall and strong man made a sarcastic remark.
It is not difficult to tell from his attitude that he does not like this non-human at all, or to be more precise, the leader of the Eldar Death Legion.
This race is somewhat similar to space elves, with longer limbs, perfect facial features, elegant almond eyes, and pointed ears. They have extremely high intelligence levels and can feel emotions much more strongly than humans.
They are one of the very few, or even the only race that has formed an alliance with the Human Empire.
As early as the Iron Man Rebellion, the two sides had formed an alliance together.
However, in the eyes of the elves with a long history, humans are just a group of monkeys who have just stepped into civilization from primitive times.
Even though the human empire has now become the overlord of the galaxy, this view is still deeply rooted in people's minds.
Likewise, there are some human supremacists within the Empire who dislike the Eldar, and even feel that this group of down-and-out people who were nearly wiped out have unknown intentions in secret.
Especially Evelyne, who is so close to the Imperial Regent Robert Guilliman. God knows if she wants to use her dirty and lowly body to steal the Primarch's precious genes, and then give birth to a hybrid offspring with powerful strength and wisdom.
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