Even if it is a conspiracy of the evil god of the warp, it is better to keep it within our sight than to know nothing about it.
What's more, the subspace is not just populated by evil gods, there are also some unknown beings that even we are not familiar with.
Wouldn't it be a good thing if there was a channel to learn and research?
As for the human soul...
If the world that the other party showed where souls lived after death was real, then compared to the brutal rule practiced on many planets of the Empire, death might be a relief for many lower-class civilians.
So I suggest using dozens of planets as bargaining chips. Even if we fail in the end, it will not be a serious blow to the empire.
But once we succeed, we can get rid of this passive situation. "
Evelyne expressed her attitude very straightforwardly.
She was clearly aware that she was not welcome here, but she didn't care at all.
Because in Evelene's eyes, it doesn't matter whether these ordinary humans hate themselves, despise themselves, or are wary of themselves.
There was only one person she truly respected and cared about, and that was the Regent sitting on the main throne, the son of the Human Emperor—Robert Guilliman.
You have to know that in the eyes of the Eldar, perhaps the Eternal Emperor can barely be considered a human being, but these Primarchs, who were created using warp technology and forbidden science, have absolutely nothing to do with humans.
What a joke! These guys can recover even if their heads are blown up. They can enter the cold space with their unprotected bodies and remain unscathed under the terrifying high temperature and pressure inside stars. They can easily create a force field through psychic power to tear a huge space battleship apart or throw it out, and predict and avoid the dense long-range firepower coverage from the enemy in advance.
In order to kill his eldest son who started a rebellion, the Emperor had to create energy comparable to a supernova explosion to barely kill him. This shows how terrifying the power of the Primarch is.
The real name of the so-called "Original" should be "Demigod" or "Son of God".
Moreover, their strength is far more terrifying than that of the Sons of Bhaal in the continent of Faerun.
Although the Emperor of the Human Empire repeatedly emphasized that all his sons were human and that he also used his own genes.
But in the eyes of the more ancient Eldar, these Primarchs and humans are two completely different species.
As for the emperor, rather than being the founder and supreme ruler of the empire, it would be more accurate to say that he was a god created by the human race through faith and worship.
In this regard, the elves are very experienced and created more than one god through faith very early on.
Even Slaanesh, one of the four most powerful Chaos Gods in the Warp, was created because of their continuous depravity, indulgence, torture, abuse and enslavement.
Therefore, the Eldar have very different attitudes when facing the Primarch and ordinary humans.
They might laugh at ordinary people as uncivilized monkeys, but they would never show any contempt or disrespect to the Primarch.
This can be seen from the infinitely fascinating close relationship between Evelyne and Robert Guilliman.
“I think what Ms. Evelene said makes a lot of sense.
No matter what this unknown existence is, as long as it shows the willingness to communicate and interact, we should not easily reject it.
However, in order to prevent possible conspiracies and the huge risks hidden therein, I think several star systems should be isolated as a testing ground.
In this way, even if the evil gods of the subspace are strange, the Empire can directly control the disaster within a certain range at the cost of destroying these planets and even galaxies.
Another commander of the Imperial Guards who attended the meeting, Trajan Valoris, spoke extremely coldly with a straight face and a tone without any emotion. Like most of the top leaders of the human empire, he obviously regarded the lower-class people as a resource or even consumables.
As long as the empire's rule can be maintained and the real threats can be eliminated, the death of the population of dozens of planets is nothing.
Especially those colonial planets that rely mainly on agriculture and animal husbandry, which are often invaded by foreign enemies and slaughtered alive, and there is no possibility of any reinforcements.
Because in the eyes of the top leaders, their lives are not worth a single dispatch of super space warriors like the Astartes.
In fact, due to the small number of Astartes, the residents of most planets may never encounter these so-called "angels" in their lifetime.
As the saying goes, good steel should be used on the blade.
Only on important industrial casting planets, conscription planets and certain star field ruling centers will one have the opportunity to see these powerful genetically modified warriors up close.
And once they appear, it often means that the situation has become so bad that ordinary armies can no longer cope with it, and it can basically be declared that there are not many living people left on the entire planet.
What's more, even if hundreds of agricultural planets are destroyed at once, it will not affect the overall situation.
With the number of planets the Human Empire currently owns and the level of automated agricultural and animal husbandry technology, a food crisis is simply impossible.
Even if it does occur, food consumption can be reduced by sending the excess useless population to the front line to be consumed.
To some extent, the overall style of the Human Empire perfectly fits the lawful evil camp tendency.
Even the Regent Robert Guilliman, who always gives people the impression of being bright, fair and great, is actually not kind.
When he first took over the mess of the empire and carried out drastic reforms, basically anyone who dared to stand in his way would have to die. The shadows of his subordinates were everywhere, and there was no room for compromise or negotiation.
Even with conservative estimates, the number of deaths in this political storm will not be less than one million or even tens of millions.
Due to its huge population base, the empire never minds launching brutal and bloody internal purges.
The Inquisition is constantly vigilant against all groups that are vulnerable to corruption by Khorne, Slaanesh, Tzeentch and Nurgle, as well as entertainment activities and desires that may be targeted by the Chaos Gods.
If we must use one word to describe the current state of human imperial society, there are only two words - oppression, and it is extreme oppression that is everywhere from the physical to the mental.
Anyone who dares to complain or even curse these policies can expect the court to come and teach you what loyalty means.
no way.
After all, all overly strong emotions in the real universe will eventually be projected into the subspace and become food for the evil gods.
In order to prevent them from becoming more and more powerful, the only way is to suppress desires and various entertainments in a way that goes against nature, or even better, to become completely numb and become a cog in the imperial war machine.
Many times, when rebellions broke out within the empire and the people completely surrendered to the Chaos God, the main reason was probably that they were driven crazy by this ubiquitous oppression.
After all, when a person is tortured and exploited and is asked to use his own corpse and the corpses of his comrades to block the enemy's advance, how can he not have resentment in his heart?
When the slaves see the great Space Marines passing by, they turn a blind eye to the suffering they are going through, and instead only those greedy governors and bureaucrats, brandishing their swords and guns to slaughter the rioting civilians like livestock, and call it "saving" them. In fact, it is not the Chaos Gods of the Warp that caused the death of most humans, nor the Orks who would grow defend out of the ground if they were not careful, nor the Eldar, the overlords of the galaxy in the previous generation, as well as the Tyranids and the Necrons, but the Empire itself and its lackeys - the planetary governors and the entire bureaucratic system.
It would be a miracle if the regime could remain stable under such circumstances.
From the perspective of ordinary people, since being a citizen of the empire requires enduring both physical and mental pain and torture, and there will never be a day to get ahead, why not try to join the Chaos God?
Anyway, they are all hurt, distorted and ugly, and have no hope or future.
At least the Chaos Gods can make you experience happiness and pleasure in your senses.
This is why many people say that the empire has actually been dead for a long time and is now just a rotting and smelly corpse.
Because the entire huge lower-class population feels disgust, hostility, and hatred towards this country, and wants to see its destruction from the bottom of their hearts.
If it were not for the Emperor himself, the Primarchs he created, and the Super Space Marines modeled after them, who were powerful enough to forcibly suppress all rebellions through the use of violence, the Empire would have completely perished in repeated uprisings and divisions.
After all, under normal circumstances, no regime can continue to function when there are widespread anti-government tendencies at the grassroots level.
As the Primarch who survived the brutal civil war, Robert Guilliman was undoubtedly the one who knew best the dire situation of the Empire, and he had even expressed his dissatisfaction and disappointment more than once.
Although he had been using his super brain to do his best to promote reforms and wanted to revitalize the corrupt empire, unfortunately all his efforts ultimately failed to achieve the desired results.
Although it cannot be said that there is no improvement at all, it can only be considered better than nothing.
Just as the regent was pondering how to deal with this matter, a petite-looking woman suddenly stood up and said in a slightly playful voice: "In principle, I also agree with Ms. Evelyne's point of view.
In any case, this is a precious opportunity. It would not be the Empire's style to give it up because of possible risks.
But I suggest that this matter would be better handled by the more steadfast and loyal Ecclesiarchy, rather than the Mechanicus on Mars.
I believe everyone here should know how obsessed and fanatical these guys are with knowledge, technology, and the God of Machinery, Om Messiah. Once a large-scale rebellion breaks out among them, it will definitely be a disaster for the empire that is in turmoil. "
Needless to say, there is only one woman in the parliament who gives people such a delicate feeling, and that is Violetta Roskavler, the Minister of the Interior. But no one dares to underestimate this woman.
Because standing behind her was none other than Regent Roboute Guilliman.
"But the problem is that there is already a Great Sage there. According to the Olympus Accords signed by the Emperor on Mars, it is difficult for us to prevent the Mechanicus from coming into contact with this unknown entity. After all, science and technology are their exclusive fields."
Ecclesiarchy Pope Eos Lytra pointed out the problem.
You must know that the current empire is not the glorious era before the emperor sat on the Golden Throne when all power belonged to one person. The Mechanicus has long become a huge semi-independent organization that only obeys orders but not declarations.
The number of colonized planets they control could reach a quarter or even a third of the entire empire.
If you piss off these oil guys, it's no joke. Fortunately, the Mechanicus is not a monolithic group, and assassinations and murders between them happen all the time.
Of course, the empire's other two major institutions, the state religion and the bureaucratic government, were not much better.
Some bishops even used the emperor's name to establish their own separatist regimes, occupying a certain star region and living like local emperors.
In short, the complexity and diversity within the empire would definitely make anyone who wanted to reform it explode on the spot.
Violetta Roskavler explained with a smile: "I didn't say not to let the Mechanicus participate, I just said to try not to let them dominate it. And according to this report, this unknown existence seems to be more tolerant of women. I think it is most appropriate to send a senior nun as a negotiator."
"Are you sure that non-human beings like this are really particularly tolerant of women?"
The Imperial High Admiral, Mereda Pere, raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone.
As someone who had fought hundreds of years of war against demons, Zerg, aliens, and rebels, he obviously did not think that human women would suit the appetites of these non-humans, unless they were subordinates of Slaanesh.
Not to mention foreign races, even human warriors themselves would not have even the slightest sympathy, mercy or tolerance towards women appearing on the battlefield, and would ruthlessly kill them all when necessary.
After all, war is a sport that is beneficial to physical and mental health. It only takes a few years to completely change a person.
Super warriors like the Astartes, who often participate in wars that last for decades, hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, have long lost their humanity and turned into outright killing machines.
Violetta Roscavler replied calmly, "I can't be sure, but it's always a good idea to try. After all, the combat sister who took the initiative to provoke was not killed, right? The most important thing is that I believe that anyone who can be promoted to the rank of Grand Sister must have unquestionable faith in the Emperor and loyalty to the Empire."
"Okay, I will select a Grand Sister with the most devout faith to represent the Terra Council and go take charge of all matters related to contact with this unknown entity."
Eos Lytra finally gave an affirmative answer.
You have to know that the state religion of the empire is not the kind of stubbornness and religious fanaticism that many people think, but is more like a tool to maintain rule and fool the people.
Especially the top leaders, who deliberately blocked all information that might be related to the evil god of the subspace and told the common people that the emperor was everything.
No matter whether it is the omnipotent mechanical god or the goddesses in those half-true and half-false myths, as long as they are gods, they are all incarnations of the emperor.
He is everywhere and omnipotent.
This is why there are so many factions within the state religion, some of which even have portraits of four-armed emperors or feminine emperor sculptures created by feminists.
But it's still exciting to think that a powerful and coldly rational blonde girl is the emperor of the Galactic Empire…
But no matter how it is beautified, it cannot conceal the fact that the state religion is deceiving the people into placing all their spiritual faith on the emperor alone.
"Remember to pick the purest and most beautiful one, and tell her to be prepared to make sacrifices for the emperor and the empire. This may bring us many unexpected benefits." Violetta Rosskafler reminded.
"I know what to do without you reminding me."
Eos Lytra ended the topic decisively.
The entire parliament had gradually reached a consensus. A gratified smile appeared on the Regent's face. He said in a clear and powerful voice: "I am very happy that you have a clear understanding of this matter and even came up with a pretty good solution. Next, we will implement this plan. Remember, do not provoke this unknown powerful creature unless it is absolutely necessary, because we already have enough enemies."
"clear!"
Accompanied by a unanimous response.
About a few hours later, a squadron of battle sisters led by the Grand Sister boarded a spaceship, entered the subspace tunnel with the assistance of the navigator, and embarked on a journey to a colonized planet tens of thousands of light years away.
At this moment, inside the cabin of the spaceship, a woman with long white hair, wearing a black power armor, and exuding a mature aura that makes it impossible to tell her age, is carefully examining the exaggerated giant grenade launcher in her hand that is almost as tall as a person. The corners of her mouth, which is painted with black lipstick, are slightly raised, and her eyes are flashing with chilling excitement and anticipation.
Needless to say, she is the senior sister in charge of the team, a real veteran who survived a disaster and whose status in the empire is equivalent to that of the commander of a star regiment.
However, unlike the Chapter Masters, they do not have to serve on the battlefield forever until they die or go completely insane. Instead, they can transfer to other positions based on their skills and experience and serve in the Inquisition or the Ecclesiarchy Headquarters.
The person in front of me obviously belongs to the latter.
But even so, she must have fired more bolter bullets on the battlefield than many people would eat rice in their lifetime.
There are countless small skull marks densely packed on the power mecha, each of which represents a killed enemy commander.
Just as the elder sister checked her weapons and equipment from beginning to end, a younger combat sister next to her couldn't help but ask, "Elder Sister Grace, what mission are we going to carry out this time? Why is it so mysterious?"
"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Knowing too much is not good for you.
What's more, you will understand it naturally when the time comes.
Also, our mission this time is not to fight the enemy, but to negotiate.
So you'd better control your temper that usually gets angry when you disagree with something."
The elder sister known as Grace gave a stern warning to her subordinates.
"Negotiation? We!"
The young nun was stunned for a moment, her face full of shock and disbelief.
They might be good at stuffing a bolter into someone's mouth and pulling the trigger to create the most beautiful brain-splattering effect, or using a chainsaw sword to cut enemies in half, but they have basically no experience in negotiation.
After all, the training that nuns receive is to maintain firmness of faith and how to beat the heads of heretics.
"That's right. This mission was directly ordered by the Pope and the Parliament of the State Religion. You can imagine how important it is. Everyone must be prepared to sacrifice everything when necessary. If anyone messes up, what awaits her may not be just death."
After saying that, Grace no longer paid attention to the curious or surprised reactions of her subordinates, and sat alone in her seat in a state of half rest and half alert.
You know, traveling in the subspace is not a safe thing.
Although there is the protection of the "Geller Force Field", ordinary subspace creatures in theory cannot get close at all.
Grace has made hundreds of superluminal journeys through the subspace and understands the huge risks involved.
After all, the "Geller Force Field" that sounds very high-end is essentially just using psychics as batteries to release a bubble-like protective film to cover the warship.
Even after rigorous training, psykers are known for their instability.
This means that once any problem occurs to the psychic who provides energy to the force field, a brutal battle will break out instantly, and countless demons and unknown creatures will jump out of the distorted space and enter the cabin.
At this time, the people on board need to do their best to resist until the spacecraft safely jumps out of the subspace.
Otherwise, everyone on the ship, body and soul, will become playthings of demons and evil gods.
Murphy's Law states that the more a person worries that something bad will happen, the greater the probability of it happening.
Just as the navigator of the spacecraft was moving forward along the predetermined route guided by the Star Torch, a violent storm suddenly descended from the sky, continuously impacting the Geller force field, which was not very strong to begin with.
In just a few minutes, the psychic who served as the battery could no longer bear the huge consumption and became dazed. He fell to his knees and howled in pain.
"Not good! Our protective force field has disappeared! Everyone prepare for battle!"
The captain quickly put on his protective mask and picked up the gun beside him.
The other people on the spacecraft had similar reactions.
The combat nuns put on their helmets at the first opportunity and, regardless of the violent shaking inside the cabin, quickly dispersed into combat teams of three.
About two or three seconds later, a monster covered with red skin suddenly rushed out, screaming and rushing towards the nearest battle nun, intending to chop her into two with its sickle-like forelimbs.
However, the other combat nun next to her obviously reacted faster. She raised her bolter and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Along with the flash of fire from the muzzle, three armor-piercing explosive shells, which were more like small shells than bullets, hit the monster hard.
The huge kinetic energy and the explosion generated after entering the body instantly produced a nearly perfect braking effect, slowing down its rapid charge.
This gave the attacked Battle Nun time to react, and she immediately drew out her chainsword and stabbed it directly into the head without hesitation.
Along with an ear-piercing buzzing sound and the eerie sound of the chainsaw sword tearing flesh and bones, the latter's head was cut in half on the spot, and the splattered blood dyed the power mecha and the walls of the narrow corridor red.
"Damn it! It's a Khorne Daemon! We are being attacked by a Khorne Daemon!"
After killing the enemy, the Battle Sister immediately confirmed the enemy's identity through the entity and loudly announced to other comrades on the ship.
Before anyone else could respond, demons popped out of the subspace like mushrooms after a spring rain and began to rush towards the cockpit.
The two combat nuns were not paying attention at all and were ambushed by the demon that appeared behind them and were instantly cut into pieces. Their bloody heads were also pulled off and hung around the waist by the demon. The pungent smell of blood quickly spread throughout the entire corridor.
As the elder sister, Grace emptied the four magazines of her bolter in less than two minutes. She threw the gun to the ground, drew her chainsword and started to fight with these bloodthirsty and cruel sub-space creatures. While fighting, she loudly reminded the cockpit behind her: "This is a premeditated attack! Get us out of this damn place!"
"No! Without our psyker navigator, we won't be able to confirm our position if we jump out of the warp now." The captain responded hastily.
"It is better to be unable to confirm the location than to be killed in the subspace. Jump out immediately! This is an order!"
Grace roared and used her special identity.
Normally, things like navigating in the subspace are usually decided by the navigator and the captain.
But as someone who has received dual authorization from the state church and the parliament, she is obviously the person with the highest status on this spaceship.
So after hearing the word "command", the captain could only sweat profusely and command the crew to start the procedure of jumping out of the subspace.
Because only a short while had passed, the screams of the dying battle sisters and the bloodthirsty and manic roars of the Khorne demons were heard one after another from the passage outside.
There was even an eyeball that belonged to someone unknown and flew in from the end of the corridor and fell to the ground, with a large piece of optic nerve and brain tissue at the end.
There is no doubt that this is the daily routine of human space warships in the Warhammer universe performing warp transmission.
There is absolutely no rhyme or reason to attacks like this.
Some people sailed their entire lives without encountering any problems, but some people only sailed once and completely lost their lives and souls in the subspace.
"Sisters! Hold on! The cockpit must not be lost! We must not die here! Because we still have a glorious mission to fulfill! For the great emperor! For the empire!"
Sister Grace kicked a huge Khorne demon that was twice her height away, and then she led the way, shouting the battle slogan.
The chainsaw sword in her hand was covered with blood and flesh from killing so many enemies, and some of the teeth were even scarred by the hard bones.
But even so, the woman did not take a step back. Instead, she took off her broken helmet, leaving her long white hair completely stained red with blood and minced meat.
The inspired combat nuns ignored their injuries and put forth all their might, relying on the narrow terrain of the passage to stop the onslaught of demons that were ten times their number.
The latter's incomplete body parts even formed a wall of flesh and blood.
But no matter how many demons died, there were always endless numbers of them behind them.
If it weren't for the limited space inside the spacecraft, the battle sisters would have been completely overwhelmed by the endless enemies.
"How long will it take?"
Grace picked up the bolter that had fallen to the ground and fired all the bullets from the magazine in one go. She asked in a harsh voice while breathing heavily, and continued to retreat with the few remaining combat nuns.
Even though the battle had only lasted a short time from the beginning to now, and even though they were wearing high-performance power armors, the intense battle consumed a huge amount of physical energy.
After all, the Battle Sisters are not genetically modified Astartes, and they can still carve out a bloody trail even when facing tens of thousands of enemies.
They are essentially just ordinary human women who have undergone rigorous training. Even with the use of drugs or even mechanical modifications, they cannot be compared with the former in terms of strength and physical strength.
"Five minutes! Give me five more minutes!"
The captain's eyes were fixed on the electronic screen on the spacecraft, and his entire body was soaked in sweat from head to toe.
Because this was his first time trying to complete the procedure of jumping out of the subspace without the guidance of a navigator.
You have to know that in this universe, the role of the navigator is not only to provide the correct direction and route for the spacecraft, but also to be responsible for sensing the distance between himself and the Astronomican.
Only they can know where the spacecraft will be in the real universe when it jumps out while traveling in the subspace, and whether it has reached its destination.
If you do this without the guidance of a navigator, God knows what kind of accident you will encounter at the moment of jumping out.
Maybe it's jumping directly into the middle of a star or planet, or diving into a dense asteroid belt, or entering a star field controlled by the enemy.
If the current situation was not so bad that it couldn't get any worse, the captain would not have taken such a huge risk.
"Hurry up! We can't hold on any longer!"
Grace urged loudly without turning her head.
Because she had already seen a skull-stealing demon with skulls embedded all over his body slowly walking out from behind.
Especially the cloak behind him, which was densely covered with the skulls of Astartes super soldiers.
After feeling his presence, all the low-level Khorne demons bowed their heads in awe and submission.
Because this is not an ordinary demon, but a typical big demon blessed by the evil god Khorne.
Although he is not as good as the Seed of Destruction who can massacre an entire planet by himself and slaughter groups of Astartes Space Marines like chickens, and Angras who is known as the Guard of the Skull, the Messenger of Death and the Close Relative of Khorne, he is by no means an unknown person, but the most legendary bloodthirster.
His appearance often means the gaze of the evil god Khorne.
moment!
Grace's heart sank to the bottom.
Although she had no idea how the information had been leaked, Khorne now undoubtedly knew the mission she was tasked with.
"Woman, are you ready for me to chop off your limbs and head?"
The Skulltaker grinned with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.
He has a pair of huge, forward-curved horns on his head, and his entire face looks like a skeleton wrapped in red skin. His body is covered with exaggeratedly strong muscles, and he holds a serrated broad-bladed giant sword in his hand. A long tongue extends out of his mouth, constantly licking the blood on the giant sword.
"How did you and your master know my itinerary?" Grace asked tentatively with a frown.
"Hahahaha! You think I'm going to tell you the answer? No! I'm just here to kill you all."
The Skulltaker grinned and let out a mocking laugh, then swung his greatsword and charged.
Boom!!!! A red afterimage flashed in the air, and then the nun and her power armor flew out, slamming into the wall behind her, creating a deep pit on the hard alloy plate.
Under the huge reaction force, I vomited a lot of blood.
There is no doubt that in terms of strength and speed, Grace is no match for the big devil in front of her, and she is not even qualified to fight with him.
Not to mention her, even if all the combat nuns were replaced with Astartes it would be useless.
The intense pain and feeling of suffocation made Grace fall into despair. She realized that today might be the end of her short life. Subconsciously, she wanted to press the self-destruct button and then rush forward to give this powerful demon a ruthless blow.
But at this critical moment.
The spacecraft finally completed all the procedures, and suddenly tore a crack in the subspace, and flew through the crack into the real universe like an arrow.
moment!
All the demons that were originally crowded at the back of the passage disappeared, leaving only blood plasma and body parts all over the ground.
But there was no trace of joy on Grace's face after surviving the disaster.
Because the most troublesome skull-taker did not disappear, but followed the spacecraft from the subspace to the real universe.
Looking at the desperate expressions on the faces of everyone on the spaceship, the Skull Snatcher said teasingly in a cat-and-mouse tone: "What a pity, isn't it? You almost escaped from my hands."
"Devil! Don't be so proud! Because even if I fail, the Empire will send others to carry out this mission."
Grace struggled to get up, enduring the pain. One of her hands had already silently reached into the self-destruct button under the deformed breastplate.
Just as she was about to press it, she suddenly felt a white dot shining with silver light appear in the endless deep space outside.
The next second...
The hull armor that was strong enough to withstand the impact of meteorites was torn apart like paper by an invisible force.
Out of his subconscious fighting instinct, the Skulltaker immediately swung the sharp blade blessed by Khorne in his hand and jumped up to chop up.
Ding! Along with the sound of metal collision, golden sparks flew everywhere.
The giant sword directly split a silver metal man's head in half.
But the interesting thing is that the metal man whose head was split open not only did not die, but also quickly merged the two halves of his head together, firmly fixing the high-temperature red magic sword, so that no matter how hard the skull grabber tried, he could not pull it back.
What's even more terrifying is that a large amount of black grease is secreted from the merged metal heads, which is devouring and decomposing the weapons at a speed visible to the naked eye.
By the time the demon came to his senses, the sword in his hand had completely disappeared, leaving only a small section of the handle.
Such a weird scene not only stunned the skull grabber, but also everyone else on the spaceship.
Needless to say, this silver metal man is the incarnation created by Zuo Si in this universe, or to be more precise, a completely molten form of himself.
He felt the fluctuations of the nearby subspace, so he was curious and wanted to rush over to take a look, and by the way, see what the so-called subspace was, and whether it was the same as he expected, the outer plane composed of spirit and faith in the universe where Toril was located.
As a result, they happened to encounter a human empire spaceship that had just jumped out of the warp.
"The Great Daemon of Khorne?"
Zuo Si looked the skull snatcher up and down and immediately revealed a very surprised expression.
After all, the more powerful demons under Khorne generally have two particularly obvious characteristics, one is red skin, and the other is the inextinguishable flame of anger.
Without any hesitation!
He simply pulled the Skulltaker out of the cabin and threw it into the cold space, then sealed the torn shell again.
Otherwise, it won't be long before the humans inside who are not wearing life-sustaining equipment will be frozen to death due to the extremely low temperature of minus 270 degrees Celsius.
The moment the shell was sealed again, Grace, whose face was already frosted with frost, instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
She had obviously recognized that this metal man was the target she needed to contact on this trip, and she didn't think that the Skull Taker who had lost his weapon had any hope of winning.
After all, according to the judgment given by the parliament, this mysterious existence should at least have power comparable to that of the evil gods or lesser gods of the subspace. It can easily manipulate all substances including metals. Even its body is made of alloys pieced together under high pressure, and can be reshaped anytime and anywhere even if it is broken.
"Phew—we are finally saved."
The captain who survived the disaster instantly collapsed in his chair, his face full of clarity and clarity.
But soon, he saw the images taken by the detector on the spacecraft.
To be exact, it was the hair-raising space battle between Zuo Si and the Skull Taker.
The former only needed one strike! A satellite the size of Terra was instantly blasted into powder.
That terrifying power is comparable to that of the Primarch created by the Imperial Emperor!
No! Perhaps some weaker Primarchs can't even deliver such destructive power with one punch! "Grand... Grand Sister, could this be the person we are negotiating with this time?"
A battle nun who had managed to survive the brutal battle swallowed a mouthful of blood and asked in a lost voice.
“Cough, cough, cough—”
After a violent coughing up of blood, Grace finally took a breath and replied with a wry smile: "Yes, you guessed it right. Our next task is to establish basic mutual trust with him and try to reach some cooperation. Now open your eyes and watch carefully to see how powerful and terrifying this unknown existence is."
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