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 defend 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 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", in theory ordinary subspace creatures cannot get close at all.
Grace has made hundreds of superluminal journeys through the subspace and understands the huge risks involved.
毕竟听起来十分高大上的“盖勒力场”，本质上也不过是利用灵能者作为电池释放一层类似气泡的防护膜将战舰罩住。
而灵能者即便是接受过严格的训练，也是以不稳定而闻名于世。
这也就意味着一旦给力场提供能量的灵能者出现什么问题，残酷的战斗瞬间就会打响，数不清的恶魔和未知生物会从扭曲的空间中跳出进入船舱。
此时就需要船上的人竭尽所能的抵挡，直至飞船安全的跳出亚空间。
否则整艘船上的人连肉体到灵魂都会成为恶魔与邪神的玩物。
墨菲定律阐述过，当一个人越是担心某件不好的事情会发生，那么它发生的概率就越大。
就在飞船的领航员通过星炬指引按照既定路线前进的时候，一阵猛烈的风暴突然从天而降，不断冲击着原本就不是很强大的盖勒力场。
才短短几分钟的功夫，作为电池的灵能者就开始承受不住巨大的消耗而精神恍惚，扑通一声跪在地上发出痛苦哀嚎。
“不好！我们的防护力场消失了！所有人做好战斗准备！”
舰长迅速带上防护面罩拿起摆放在身边的枪械。
飞船内的其他人也都做出了差不多的反应。
战斗修女更是在第一时间带上头盔，不顾船舱内部猛烈的颠簸，迅速以三人为一个战斗小组分散开。
大概两三秒钟过后，一个全身上下覆盖着红色皮肤的怪物猛然间冲了出来，尖啸着冲向距离最近的战斗修女，打算用宛如镰刀一样的前肢将其砍成两节。
不过旁边另外一名战斗修女反应显然更快一步，举起爆弹枪便毫不犹豫的扣下扳机。
砰！砰！砰！ 伴随着枪口喷出的火光，三颗与其称之为子弹倒不如称之为小型炮弹的穿甲爆弹便狠狠打在这个怪物的身上。
巨大的动能和进入体内后所产生的爆炸，瞬间产生了近乎完美的制动效果，使其迅猛冲锋的速度为之一缓。
而这给了遭到袭击的战斗修女反应时间，立马拔出链锯剑毫不犹豫直接对准头部狠狠地插了进去。
伴随着刺耳的嗡嗡声与链锯剑撕裂血肉和骨头发出的诡异声响，后者的脑袋当场被切成两半，四溅的鲜血更是染红了动力机甲与狭窄走廊的墙壁。
“该死！是恐虐恶魔！我们遭到了恐虐恶魔的攻击！”
在杀死敌人后，战斗修女立刻通过实体确认了敌人的身份，并且大声向船上的其他战友发出通告。
还没等其他人来得及做出回应，一个个恶魔便如雨后春笋般从亚空间中跳了出来，开始一股脑的涌向驾驶舱。
两名战斗修女一个没注意，被身后出现的恶魔偷袭得手瞬间被大卸八块，血淋淋的脑袋也被后者硬生生拽下来挂在腰间，刺鼻的血腥味更是迅速传遍了整条走廊。
身为大修女的格蕾丝更是在不到两分钟之内就打光了手中爆弹枪的四个弹夹，直接把枪往地上一扔，拔出链锯剑便跟这些嗜血残忍的亚空间生物厮杀在一起，一边战斗还一边大声提醒身后的驾驶舱：“这是一次有预谋的袭击！快把我们从这个鬼地方弄出去！”
“不行！失去了作为灵能者的领航员，如果我们现在跳出亚空间根本无法确认自己的位置。”舰长语气急促的回应道。
“无法确认位置总比在亚空间被杀光强得多。立刻跳出！这是命令！”
格蕾丝咆哮着动用了自己的特殊身份。
正常来说，像在亚空间航行这种事情，通常来说都是领航员和舰长说了算。
但作为得到国教和议会双重授权的她，显然才是这艘飞船上地位最高的人。
所以在听到“命令”这个词汇后，舰长也只能满头大汗指挥船员启动跳出亚空间的程序。
因为才没过一会儿的功夫，外面通道内已经接二连三传出战斗修女临死前发出的惨叫，以及恐虐恶魔嗜血狂躁的怒吼。
甚至有一节不知道是谁的眼球从走廊尽头飞了进来落在地上，末端还单着一大坨视神经和脑组织。
毫无疑问，这就是战锤宇宙人类太空战舰进行亚空间传送的日常。
类似这种袭击根本没有半点规律可言。
有些人航行了一辈子都没有遇到过任何问题，但有的人却只航行了一次就彻底把命连带灵魂一起留在亚空间。
“姐妹们！撑住！驾驶舱绝对不能失守！我们也绝对不能死在这里！因为我们还肩负着光荣的使命！为了伟大的皇帝！为了帝国！”
大修女格蕾丝一脚将比自己高出一倍的大号恐虐恶魔踹飞，高护着战斗口号一马当先顶在最前面。
她手中的链锯剑由于砍杀了太多敌人的关系已经沾满血浆和碎肉，有些锯齿甚至被坚硬的骨头磨得伤痕累累。
可即便如此，这个女人仍旧没有后退半步，反倒是摘掉了破损的头盔，让一头白色的长发彻底被鲜血和碎肉染红。
受到激励的战斗修女们也都纷纷顾不伤势拿出吃奶的力气，硬生生凭借通道狭窄的地形定住了十倍于自己的恶魔冲击。
后者残缺不全的碎尸甚至垒起了一堵血肉之墙。
可无论恶魔死多少，在他们身后都永远用密密麻麻一眼望不到尽头的数量。
如果不是飞船的内部空间有限，战斗修女们早就被无穷无尽的敌人彻底淹没了。
“还需要多久？”
格蕾丝捡起掉落在地上的爆弹枪一口气打光了弹夹的子弹，一边穿着粗气厉声询问，一边带着最后所剩不多的战斗修女不断向后撤退。
别看战斗从开始到现在一共也没多久，而且还穿着性能优异的动力机甲，可激烈战斗对于体力的消耗却是巨大的。
毕竟战斗修女可不是经过基因改造的阿斯塔特，哪怕面对数以万计的敌人也有可能杀出一条血流。
她们本质上只是经过严格锻炼的普通人类女性，即便使用药物乃至机械改造，在力量和体力方面也根本无法与前者相提并论。
“五分钟！再给我五分钟时间！”
舰长两只眼睛死死盯着飞船上的电子屏幕，整个人从头到脚都被汗水浸透了。
因为这是他第一次在没有领航员指引的情况下，尝试完成从亚空间跳出的程序。
要知道在这个宇宙，领航员的作用可不仅仅是为飞船提正确的方向和航线，同时还肩负着感知自身与星炬距离的职责。
也只有他们才能知道飞船在亚空间航行的时候跳出会在真是宇宙中的什么位置，是否已经抵达了目的地。
要是在没有领航员指引的情况下这样做，天知道在跳出的瞬间究竟会遭遇怎样的意外。
也许是直接跳进某个恒星或行星的中间，也有可能是一头扎进密密麻麻的小行星带，亦或是进入到敌人控制的星域。
如果不是眼下的情况已经糟糕到不能再糟糕的程度，舰长才不会冒如此巨大的风险。
“快一点！我们要顶不住了！”
格蕾丝头也不回的大声催促。
因为她已经看到，一个全身上下镶嵌着骷髅的夺颅者恶魔缓缓从后边走了出来。
尤其是身后的披风，密密麻麻几乎全部都是阿斯塔特超级战士的头骨。
所有低级恐虐恶魔在感到他现身之后，纷纷低下头表达了敬畏与臣服。
因为这可不是什么普通的恶魔，而是一个典型受到恐虐邪神赐福的大恶魔。
虽然还比不上一人就能屠灭整个星球、把成群结队阿斯塔特星际战士当小鸡宰的毁灭之种，还有被称之为颅座亲卫、死亡使者和恐虐至亲的安格拉斯，但也绝不是什么无名之辈，而是最为传奇的放血魔。
他的出现往往意味着恐虐邪神的注视。
瞬间！
格蕾丝的心沉到了谷底。
虽然她不清楚情报究竟是怎么泄露的，但恐虐现在无疑已经知道了自己所肩负的使命。
“女人，你做好被我砍下四肢和脑袋的准备了吗？”
夺颅者咧开嘴露出嗜血残忍的笑容。
他的头顶上有一对巨大且向前弯曲的犄角，整个脸看上去就像是红色皮肤包裹着的骷髅，身上则是夸张的健壮肌肉，手上还拎着一柄带有锯齿的宽刃巨剑，一条长长的舌头从嘴里向外延伸，不断舔食着巨剑上沾染的血迹。
“你和你的主人是怎么知道我的行程的？”格蕾丝眉头紧锁的试探道。
“哈哈哈哈！你以为我会告诉你答案？不！我只是来杀光你们的。”
夺颅者咧开嘴发出一阵嘲弄的笑声，紧跟着抡起巨剑便发起冲锋。
轰！！！！！ 只见空气中闪过一抹红色残影，随后大修女整个人连带动力机甲便飞了出去，狠狠撞上后边的墙壁，直接在坚硬的合金板上砸出一个深坑。
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."