Behind him are thousands of men and women in prison uniforms, faces full of confusion and fear, and more than a third of them have suffered signs of beating, torture and abuse.
The oldest among them were already white-haired and skinny, as if he might die at any time. The youngest was probably not even ten years old, and even walking with lead shoes was extremely difficult. On his bald head were the marks representing heresy branded in eye-catching human characters.
It goes without saying that these poor souls sent here as "soul currency" are the prisoners sent from prisons on various planets within the vast territory of the Human Empire. They are also the most direct manifestation of the tyranny of the Empire's upper ruling class during the ten thousand years when the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne and all the Primarchs disappeared.
Especially those who were arrested and defined as heretics by various agencies under the Inquisition, many of them were simply deceived by the cult, or had to join because the safety of themselves and their families' lives were threatened.
As a result, after the cult was destroyed, these victims not only did not receive the compensation and resettlement they deserved, but were instead regarded as a part of the cult that deserved to be completely eradicated and wiped out.
In the eyes of the state religion, only in this way can it be ensured that the Emperor is the only faith of mankind and prevent those damned evil gods of the Warp from eroding, distorting and manipulating mankind.
As for whether there are innocent people among these people, that is not a question they need to consider.
After all, according to the philosophy that the empire has always adhered to, if loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyalty.
Human subjects who are truly loyal to the emperor should rise up in resistance when they discover these heretics. Even if they are unable to eliminate them, they should at least use their lives to consume the opponent's weapons and ammunition. This is the obligation of a subject of the empire.
Therefore, every one of those who were led by the cult has betrayed the empire and the master of mankind - the emperor. How could there be so-called "innocent people"?
With this simple, crude, extreme one-size-fits-all policy and the bloated and highly corrupt bureaucracy within the empire, coupled with the supreme privilege of investigating and arresting anyone for ten thousand years, it is hard to imagine how many unjust, false and wrong cases there would be during the implementation process.
After all, these guys even dared to investigate Robert Guilliman, the Regent who was the Primarch.
Abuse of power and frame-up are not worth mentioning at all.
Learn about the famous "Extinction Order".
During the Tyranid invasion, this thing blasted out an astronomical-scale isolation zone in the galaxy.
Although the Empire claimed in its external propaganda that it had evacuated all residents in advance, only the fleet that carried out the order knew the true situation.
Many times, to eliminate a political enemy or competitor, one only needs to find a way to connect him with a cult or heresy, and then provide the relevant evidence to the Inquisition, which will immediately take action to put his entire family into an irretrievable situation.
There is no need to worry that the other party will refuse to admit his crime after being caught.
Because so far there has been no record of anyone being able to survive seventy-two hours under the torture of the court.
In the end, all those who were caught would admit that they were heretics, had committed unforgivable crimes, had betrayed the Empire and the Emperor, and only asked the Inquisition to give them death.
Of course, in addition to heretics, these prisoners also include deserters, residents of a certain planet who were forced to launch a rebellion, ordinary people who voluntarily or were forced to join the Chaos camp to provide various logistical supplies for those demonized Space Marines, and so on.
Since the Primarch, Robert Guilliman, has just awakened from his slumber and started reforms to concentrate his forces on launching a military operation called the "Indomitable Crusade", a terrifying number of prisoners can be captured every day throughout the Empire from top to bottom.
Normally, what awaits these people is either execution or transformation into various types of mechanical servants, using their lives on the battlefield to atone for the mistakes they have made.
But now they were all sent to Zuo Si to be used as soul currency in exchange for the supplies that the empire urgently needed.
Needless to say, the subspace force field generator has been regarded as the most urgently needed resource by the expedition fleet by the Martian Mechanicus and the Terra Senate since the end of the test.
And those super-giant magic mechas are also regarded as Titan mechas known as "God's Machines" in this world. They are larger, stronger, and can provide stronger firepower. They are simply the most ideal weapons for large-scale sieges.
Not to mention the multifunctional single-person power mechas that can draw energy from the subspace to release psychic lightning, melt rays, dissociation rays, and achieve short-distance instant teleportation.
The newly formed Logistics Department under the order of the Imperial Regent wanted to send out all the transport fleets at once to transfer the massive number of criminals imprisoned in various star regions and exchange their souls for these great treasures that could directly improve the combat effectiveness of the front-line troops.
In particular, the Gray Knights, who were specially established to deal with the threat of Chaos Demons, said that they no longer wanted to use those ordinary power mechas after using the Shining Oil to create power mechas that could greatly enhance the power of psychic spells.
Because no one in the entire empire understands the huge value of these enchanted power mechas, weapons, and ammunition better than them.
Sharp swords, axes, and machetes emitting silver or golden light can leave horrific, unhealable wounds on Chaos Demons with just one strike, and can also produce continuous burning that causes unbearable pain to the enemy.
Even bullets engraved with dense runes can easily penetrate the demon's psychic protective field, which is not something that ordinary long-range weapons can do.
It can even be said that this planet, which has been completely swallowed and transformed by the sparkling oil, has become an indispensable and important casting base in the empire's logistics system, and it is absolutely irreplaceable.
If it came under attack from the enemy, then the Terran Senate and the Imperial Navy would not hesitate to send in the Astartes Chapter to help.
"Ms. Archsister, in accordance with the Council's request, I have delivered the first batch of prisoners safely. A total of 5,326,473 people. Among them, 320 died during transportation due to various reasons."
After seeing Grace, the captain of the transport ship immediately gave a standard imperial military salute and reported in a very solemn tone. At the same time, he did not forget to glance at Zuo Si, whose whole body was shining with metallic light.
"Well done. Next you need to transport the items on this list to the spacecraft and wait for the escort fleet to arrive and act with them."
As she spoke, Grace, who was still disguised as a nun, transmitted an electronic list in her hand to the other party's portable electronic device through the Internet.
The latter took a quick look and found that the list was full of letters and numbers, without even a decent name.
The one listed as X-000 was a huge thing several hundred meters long sealed in a ceramic steel container placed not far away.
Because the boxes were marked with the same huge letters and numbers.
What the hell is this thing? It's several times bigger than a normal infantry drop pod.
However, considering that there might be some secrets involved, the captain decisively suppressed his strong curiosity.
After all, the Inquisition's omnipresent spies are no joke.
Once you are seen as stealing imperial secrets or labeled as disloyal, your life is basically over.
Just as the captain was about to call on his men to start using the space elevator to transport all the items on the list to the spacecraft, Zuo Si, who had been silent all this time, suddenly walked up to the prisoner standing in the front and asked with interest, "What crime have you committed?"
moment!
The surroundings became silent, and everyone involuntarily raised their heads and looked over here nervously.
However, before the prisoner could speak, the captain in charge of escorting him quickly retrieved relevant information from the ship's network and replied cautiously: "Your Excellency, he is a deserter who ignored orders and arbitrarily abandoned the defense line that needed to be defended on the battlefield.
According to the military decree issued by the empire, this is definitely punishable by death.
In fact, all the prisoners sent here are, without exception, death row inmates of serious crimes.
If you need, my men can help carry out the execution."
"No, thank you. But compared to this empty record without any polish, I prefer to hear the description and explanation of the person involved."
Zuo Si bluntly rejected the naval captain's proposal.
Because in his eyes, more than half of these prisoners were not glowing with the red light that symbolized evil.
This also means that the fairness of the empire's judicial system has long been in name only, and has completely turned into an evil institution that maintains its rule through threats and intimidation.
The man in prison uniform raised his head, his eyes revealing numbness and despair, and said in an emotionless tone: "As recorded in the archives, I became a deserter. I did not follow orders to defend the line, and died in the trenches like everyone else, killed by those demonized Space Marines.
After all, I was just an ordinary office clerk before I was forced into the battlefield.
The only weapon in his hand was a laser gun that couldn't even penetrate a power mecha.
What else could I do in this situation except run away?
To those guys in the Military Affairs Department, our deaths are just a series of meaningless cold numbers, and they won't even waste a second to mourn them.
I just saw through this and wanted to live. Is there anything wrong with that?
If even this is not allowed, then it is not me who is wrong, but the world."
"Shut up! Shameful deserter! You are making excuses for your cowardice! You should know that in the battle you participated in, three billion brave soldiers died, but they never retreated even a single step." The captain of the transport ship shouted harshly.
It has to be said that in this universe that spans the entire Milky Way, the intensity and casualties of any local war in the human empire are enough to cause a cardiac arrest in any country on Earth after 2 AD.
Although three billion casualties may sound shocking, in fact it can only be considered a relatively "minor" loss.
According to statistics, the human empire now has more than 32,800 hive worlds, and the "lower limit" of the population of each hive world is 100 billion, which added together is already a terrifying astronomical figure.
This does not include the forging world, industrial world, and agricultural world.
Therefore, tens of billions or hundreds of billions of casualties were not a big deal in the eyes of the empire's top leaders.
In addition to naturally grown humans, the Mechanicus also has a series of methods that can be used to mass-produce troops in a short period of time, including cloning technology, artificial wombs, ripening technology, etc.
It can be said that in this crazy and desperate universe, being a soldier in the human empire is so miserable that it cannot be more miserable. You are not even qualified to be cannon fodder.
What's even more terrible is that during their short lives, they have to undergo high-intensity brainwashing and hypnosis until they are torn to pieces effortlessly by all kinds of rebels, aliens, chaos forces, Orks, Zerg, and Necrons on the battlefield.
Perhaps not even one out of a billion ordinary soldiers will survive to retire normally.
This also explains why the state religion that worships the emperor as a god has expanded so quickly within the human empire.
Without the support of faith and the mental anesthetic provided by religion, these soldiers would have suffered a mental breakdown and gone completely crazy long ago, and it would not be surprising if they committed self-mutilation or even suicide on a large scale.
The deserter stared into the captain's brown eyes and asked in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Do you know why they didn't run away? It's not because they are brave and willing to sacrifice, nor is it because they are loyal to the empire or the emperor.
This is because behind them is the supervision team formed by the Political Commissar, as well as the frigates and cruisers docked in orbit.
Once a large-scale escape occurs, those destructive weapons will immediately turn around and fall on their own people.
So stop being so self-righteous!
The planet we are stationed on has long been abandoned by the Terra Council and the Imperial Regent, the descendant of the great and bright emperor and primarch."
Snap!
With the crisp sound of the safety being opened, the captain decisively took out his pistol, put it to the deserter's forehead and prepared to pull the trigger.
Because he knew that if he allowed the other party to continue talking, more than half of the people present might have to accept investigation by the court when they returned.
After all, there are some things that are better known in your heart, but should never be said out loud.
But at the moment he pulled the trigger, the gun in the captain's hand suddenly dissolved into a pool of black viscos liquid, dripping down his palm to the ground.
"I'm sorry, but according to the agreement, from the moment he landed on the ground, his life and soul belonged to me. No matter what he said, it's not your turn to make a decision for me."
Zuo Si unceremoniously declared his sovereignty to the officer of the Imperial Navy.
This move undoubtedly surprised the deserter who was a prisoner.
He was obviously well aware that the moment he was convicted of deserting, his life would be over as he was powerless.
There is actually no essential difference between being shot or being sent to the Mechanicus to have the frontal lobe removed and transformed into a servitor.
But now it seems that there may be some hope for the future.
At least judging from the reaction of this unknown creature Zuo Si, he did not quite approve of the Empire's way of dealing with deserters.
Zuo Si ignored the captain's face, which was red with anger, and walked straight to the next little girl who looked only about ten years old. He reached out and gently stroked the heretic mark on her head that was burned by the red-hot iron, and asked in a very gentle voice: "Does it still hurt?"
"No...it doesn't hurt anymore."
The skinny little girl quickly shook her head, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, and her eyes revealed intense fear.
She had obviously seen many bloody and cruel scenes in the torture chamber of the courtroom. Her young and fragile heart had been torn to pieces. The lead shoes on her feet had caused serious deformation of the bones of her legs and ankles.
In the next few minutes, Zuo Si asked some of the prisoners one by one about the reasons why they were arrested. It turned out that according to the laws of most normal countries on Earth in the 21st century, most of them were not guilty of crimes punishable by death. Many of them were simply confessed under torture and were political prisoners.
There are even quite a few governors of slave planets who just randomly recruit people to make up the numbers in order to meet the "targets" given by their superiors.
This extremely familiar operation even gave him the illusion that he was in the hell of Baator and dealing with a group of devils.
Especially the painful memories of being repeatedly violated, insulted, beaten, and tortured during the interrogation process, which can probably only be compared to the torture chamber in hell used to drain the energy of the soul.
No wonder the Chaos Gods of the Warp like humans so much. Some secret cults composed of alien intelligent creatures also hope to save the entire galaxy by destroying the human race.
There is no doubt that these prisoners in front of them almost perfectly proved the theory that Zuo Si had previously proposed to Bane that all forms of rule are tyrannical in nature.
Although the emperor was originally born carrying the hope of all mankind, he wanted to lead the entire race out of the darkness and establish a prosperous and powerful civilization, so that ordinary people could also live a rich and beautiful life.
But the end result was that the empire he created became a horrific tyrannical entity that could not be overthrown from within.
The Astartes Space Marines, who once expanded the Empire's territory and established its galactic dominance, will continue to extinguish all rebellions and uprisings driven by their blind loyalty, thus strangling the possibility of the entire civilization's self-destruction from within and rebirth from the ashes.
From the perspective of an observer, Zuo Si felt that the Emperor's use of warp technology to create Primarchs and super soldiers was wrong from the beginning.
Because he built the entire empire's violent machine too powerful.
Especially the Primarchs and Astartes, who are several dimensions away from ordinary people, and their immortality makes it difficult for them to empathize with ordinary people.
After all, even differences in skin color, body shape, and facial features can lead to mutual hatred among humans, not to mention a group of supermen holding the highest power for a long time.
Over time, rifts are bound to appear between the two because they cannot understand each other's thoughts.
This situation has continued since the beginning of the Horus Heresy, and has not changed to this day.
Even the emperor who sat on the golden throne and founded the empire gradually changed from the savior of mankind to the source of all disasters, a false emperor and a tyrant in the eyes of some treasonous guys.
"W-will you kill us?"
Just as Zuo Si was lost in thought, the deserter standing at the front of the team suddenly couldn't help but ask a question.
Because the feeling of waiting to die was so painful, he was eager to confirm fate's final judgment on him.
"No, I won't. Except for a very small number of cult members and lunatics who believe in the Chaos God, I will not execute anyone. All you need to do is to put your fingerprints on this agreement to sell your soul, and you can be released from prisoner status and live freely in the area under my rule."
As he spoke, Zuo Si produced a parchment scroll half a meter wide and one meter long out of thin air. The aura of hell emanating from it instantly made Grace, who had been transformed into a devil, feel inexplicably intimate and familiar.
"Sell your soul?"
During the Horus Heresy, several Primarchs created by the Emperor and the Space Marine Legions created using their genes as blueprints all fell into the arms of the evil gods of the Warp for various reasons.
Although some of them have been completely destroyed, there are still many that continue to attack the territories controlled by the Empire in the real universe.
Before Robert Guilliman awoke from his slumber, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon had launched the "Thirteenth Black Crusade", which turned the entire human empire upside down.
So when it comes to selling souls, most people's first reaction is the evil god of the subspace.
"That's right. I won't kill you outright. Instead, I will wait until your lifespan runs out and you die naturally, and then I will send your souls to my kingdom."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hands and released an extremely huge illusion magic.
moment!
The prosperous, noisy and ostentatious magnificent scenery of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell was projected out of thin air in front of everyone.
Different from the abstinence and repression advocated by human society in this world, you can see people partying together in the streets and alleys, either drunk or taking drugs that cause their nerves to become overly excited.
Exciting competitions, fights, and special service venues flashed before our eyes one after another.
Some guys who were in a good mood even took off their clothes and started a fierce fight in public.
Passersby are not surprised at all. Instead, they stop to watch with interest, and some even applaud, cheer and whistle as encouragement.
All of this has caused strong stimulation to people who are used to living in extreme depression.
Because from these images, they experienced for the first time what it meant to be free from any restrictions and unfettered freedom.
"Is this the world we go to after we die?!"
The deserter's pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes revealing naked and undisguised yearning.
Because in his short life, there has never been a single moment in which he could indulge himself as fully as the humans and other humanoid creatures in the picture.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes, this is the world you will go to after you die. If you don't believe it, you can sign your name on the contract and then commit suicide. Then everyone will be able to see you through this projection."
Gulp!
The deserter swallowed subconsciously, and his heartbeat rate instantly became more than twice as fast as usual.
Although he longed for such a life, his heart was filled with unknown fear of death.
Just as the deserter was hesitating, an old man who was suffering from illness and had a mental breakdown suddenly rushed out from behind him, ran up to him at lightning speed, pressed his handprint, then snatched a gun from the human soldier without hesitation, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger.
Puff! With a laser beam piercing his temple, he fell straight to the ground and turned into a warm corpse.
This scene not only shocked all the prisoners present, but also the captain and the soldiers in charge of escorting him showed expressions of disbelief.
However, in just a few minutes, they captured the voice of the elderly man who had just committed suicide on the screen.
However, his appearance had returned to middle age from old age, and he was following the crowd towards the city entrance with a confused look on his face.
After waiting in line for a while and getting his ID, he finally entered the city. He rushed into a place that provided free food like crazy and ate a big meal. Then he went to watch a thrilling prop car race. Finally, he spent half an hour in a roadside store emitting pink lights with a tiefling who had a tail, wings and horns.
After walking out of the store with satisfaction, the old man suddenly remembered something. He raised his head abruptly and shouted excitedly to everyone who was watching the live broadcast: "Hahahaha! You must be watching, right? I can tell you now, all this is real! Don't hesitate! Press your fingerprint quickly! In this world after death, you have almost unlimited freedom! You can do whatever you want! I think I've fallen in love with this place!"
"For freedom!"
"Long live freedom!"
"Fuck the empire! Fuck the emperor! Eat shit, all of you!"
…
Accompanied by cries from the deepest parts of their souls, the prisoners who no longer had any attachment to life, as if stimulated, rushed forward one after another, pressed their handprints under the parchment scroll, picked up the guns that had fallen to the ground, pointed them at their heads and pulled the trigger.
Since it is a laser weapon rather than physical ammunition, it can still be used even after being fired hundreds of times.
This frenzied suicide finally came to an end when the laser gun's energy was exhausted and the corpses piled up on the ground into a small hill.
The most horrifying thing is that all the corpses had smiling expressions before they died, and their mouth corners were curled up wildly, as if they were mocking this desperate world.
Soon, these suicidal people also appeared in the projected image, and began to gather in groups on the streets of the huge cyberpunk city, drinking, taking drugs, partying, and venting their long-pent-up desires.
For them, this long-lost freedom is the most precious thing in the world.
From the perspective of the Imperial Inquisition, these guys were undoubtedly outright heretics who dared to insult the Emperor, the Lord of Humanity.
But the problem is that no matter how unforgivable the crimes they committed, these people are already dead.
All the tortures prepared for living people no longer have even the slightest deterrent effect on them.
Just as the atmosphere at the scene became a little weird, Zuo Si, who had been silent for a long time, asked this time: "Is there anyone else who wants to commit suicide and give up his soul in advance?
If not, then queue up to put your fingerprints on the contract and head to the city to live out the rest of your life.
Don't worry, it doesn't make much difference whether you come earlier or later.
You can wait until you are old and sick before going to my kingdom."
After hearing these words, the deserter, who had witnessed thousands of people rushing to commit suicide, finally breathed a sigh of relief, broke free from the soldiers' control, walked straight forward, knelt on one knee and saluted.
"Thank you for your generosity and kindness! You are the only light and hope in my dark life, and the savior of those of us who have been abandoned. If possible, can you tell us your name?"
"Sos, you can call me that."
Zuo Si's voice clearly contained a powerful force of mental magic, which instantly had a huge impact on these mortals.
To be precise, no matter whether it was the prisoners who were sent as soul currency or the captain and crew of the transport ship, they all felt as if a heavy hammer had hit their souls hard, as if the figure shining with metallic luster in front of them suddenly became so tall that people could not help but kneel down and worship him.
To the psykers in particular, it was like seeing a whole new Astronomican in the Warp, even brighter than the one on Terra.
"Praise you! Great Thoth! From now on you are our faith! Our God!"
The deserter, who was affected by the mental magic, knelt on the ground and shouted fanatically.
Not only him, but also the prisoners who came later and realized that not only would they not die, but that they would go to a freer and better world after death, immediately showed an irrational religious fanaticism.
Due to the birth and rapid development of the state religion, most civilians in the empire have become accustomed to religion over the past ten thousand years.
Especially after seeing with their own eyes the supernatural powers and the world after death displayed by Zuo Si, they directly transferred their original faith in the human emperor.
After all, almost no one had seen the emperor since he sat on the Golden Throne, and all records of him only existed in those vague myths in the scriptures.
But everything Zuo Si showed was witnessed with his own eyes.
In this way, millions of prisoners were converted into fanatical believers on the spot.
Under the arrangement of the New Phyrexian creations, they quickly entered the already built city and started a new and free life.
Since the entire planet is intelligently automated and powered by oil, there is no need for humans, a fragile and easily damaged organism, as a labor force.
Food, medical care and daily necessities are all provided free of charge, which makes the prisoners who have long been accustomed to being constantly exploited feel strongly uncomfortable.
They simply couldn't believe that they could live this wonderful life they had always dreamed of while they were still alive.
There is no need to work here, there is no concept of class or money, and everyone is absolutely equal.
You can even enter the virtual world through the brain interface to play games.
All you need to do is take some time every day to go to the spontaneously organized church nearby to pray and thank the great god Thoth for giving you such a wonderful life.
Obviously, having played with the absolute dictatorial monarchy in Faerun and the theocracy in Azeroth, Zuo Si now plans to play with a utopian regime in the Warhammer universe.
He wants to use oil to replace artificial intelligence and create a perfect country for mankind that only exists in ideals.
Of course, the price is that all human beings, after enjoying a lifetime of death, will have their souls fall into hell and become the source of his power.
Just as Zuo Si was continuously receiving prisoners sent by the Imperial Navy transport ships, Sister Grace had already returned to the sacred mother planet Terra with the first transport ship.
At this moment, she was standing in front of the Imperial Regent and reporting carefully.
It took Robert Guilliman about ten minutes to digest this information. He frowned and asked, "So this mysterious being who calls himself Thoth could be a god? His purpose of exchanging souls is to increase his followers?"
Grace quickly responded, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Regent, we don't have enough information to make an accurate judgment. But one thing is certain, that is, he probably doesn't have much ill will towards the Empire or even humanity for the time being. On the contrary, he was a little too kind to the prisoners sent there."
"Haha, this is a good thing. It means we are dealing with a kind and compassionate life. Oh, by the way, I heard that you brought back a super weapon this time?"
Robert Guilliman slowly stood up from his chair, and his huge height instantly gave the others around him a strong sense of oppression.
You should know that the height of an Astartes warrior is generally less than two and a half meters, the height of a Custodes is about three meters, and even the shortest Primarch is over three and a half meters tall.
This means that when an average human looks at a Primarch at eye level they can usually only feel the other's thick thighs.
And this is just the difference in height and body shape.
As for combat effectiveness...
If an Astartes warrior killing an ordinary infantryman is like a human killing a chick, where the latter has absolutely no power to resist, then a Primarch killing an Astartes warrior is also an absolute crushing victory.
After all, the terms Son of God and Demigod are not just casual words.
Although Robert Guilliman's ability in single combat was relatively weak among all the Primarchs, he basically never won every fight with his brothers who defected to the evil gods of the Warp.
But a Primarch is still a Primarch after all, and even the weakest one is no match for a mortal.
What's more, the regent's talent is a mature and rational political mind, as well as the operational ability to understand people's hearts and select talented people.
Although he had just woken up from his slumber, he had successfully restored a glimmer of vitality to the Terran political arena, which had been exuding a rotten smell.
“Yes, Regent.
I brought back a cannon that could destroy a planet or even a star in an instant.
According to the other party, as long as we hand over the border star field to him for rule, he can provide one such star destroyer every month.
In addition, I also brought back forty war machines similar to the Titan mecha, as well as a full 500,000 sets of power mechas and a large number of supporting weapons and ammunition. "
Grace quickly sent the list she had prepared in advance via the Internet.
She knew very well that these were all sugar-coated bullets that Zuo Si specifically threw at the Primarch, with the aim of making the Empire increasingly dependent on herself in the military and technological fields.
After all, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to
After enjoying truly good things, you definitely won't be able to bear using products that have all kinds of defects.
"Star Destroyer?!"
Robert Guilliman glanced at the parameter introduction on the electronic screen and showed a very surprised expression.
As a Primarch who inherited countless forbidden knowledge from the Emperor, he of course saw at a glance that the working principle of this thing was to extract energy from the subspace and then release it all at once through acceleration.
However, unlike the chaotic and random subspace storm, this thing is concentrated at one point and penetrates the core of the star.
"Subspace technology again?"
Belisarius Cawl, the Grand Magus of the Mechanicum who was standing next to the Imperial Regent, expressed strong doubts in his voice.
Because this is not the first mature creation that Zuo Si has come up with that utilizes the energy of another dimension, but almost every creation will use the energy of another dimension to a greater or lesser extent.
What was most difficult for him to understand was that the use of the chaotic energy of the subspace was not full of unstable characteristics like human technology, but eliminated danger to the greatest extent, and even ordinary people would not have any major problems using it.
At least from the reports sent back from various fronts so far, there is almost no sign of any weapons and equipment using subspace energy causing terrible explosions or disasters due to being destroyed by the enemy.
Some large mechas can even continue to work tenaciously even when they are damaged by more than 70%, which makes the Astartes Chapter and the non-staff members praise them highly, and they all say that the Empire's scientific research and development and logistics departments have finally acted like human beings.
Robert Guilliman obviously noticed this as well. He lowered his head and stared at this old friend who had awakened him from a 10,000-year slumber. He asked in an uncertain tone, "Do you think this is forbidden knowledge used by the evil gods of the Warp?"
Belisarius Kaul immediately shook his head and replied, “No, of course not.
The Chaos God's technology is unstable and chaotic, while these technologies tend to be mature and stable.
The two take completely different technical routes.
I just feel a little strange about how the other party tamed the chaotic energy of the subspace.
Especially those mysterious symbols and patterns, which are obviously an unknown technology, just like the advanced technology mastered by the Necrons. "
“Maybe next time we have the chance, we can talk to each other face to face.
After all, judging from previous reports, this unknown being who called himself Thoth killed the incarnation of Khorne, so he should not be on the same side as the Chaos God.
But for now, let's focus on this expedition.
You must know that the Empire is now facing unprecedented challenges, and countless people are suffering heavy casualties from the attacks of Chaos forces and aliens.
We must strike a decisive blow to all our enemies and teach them the price of challenging the Empire's authority over the galaxy."
After saying this, the Primarch clenched his fists tightly, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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