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 Grey 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 viscous 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.
虽然其中一些已经被彻底消灭，但仍旧有不少还在现实宇宙中不断对帝国控制的疆域发起攻击。
罗伯特·基里曼从沉睡中醒来之前，混沌战帅阿巴顿就发起过“第十三次黑暗远征”，把整个人类帝国搅得天翻地覆。
所以一提到出卖灵魂，大多数人的第一反应就是亚空间邪神。
“没错。我并不会直接杀死你们，而是会等待你们寿命耗尽自然死亡的时候，再将你们的灵魂送去属于我的国度。”
说着，左思抬起双手释放了一个巨大无比的幻术魔法。
瞬间！
巴托地狱第九层巨大赛博朋克城市那繁华、喧闹、张扬的壮丽景色凭空投影在所有人的面前。
与这个世界人类社会所提倡的禁欲和压抑不同，大街小巷所处都能看到也不知道是喝醉了还是服用药物导致神经过于亢奋的家伙聚在一起狂欢。
令人血脉喷张的竞技、角斗、特殊服务场所更是目不暇接的从眼前闪过。
甚至某些兴致上来的家伙就直接脱光衣服在大庭广众之下展开激烈的战斗。
而旁观经过的路人非但不会感到吃惊，反而饶有兴致的驻足观看，还有的会送上掌声、欢呼和口哨作为鼓励。
这一切的一切，都让习惯了生活在极度压抑中的人们受到了强烈的刺激。
因为从这些画面中，他们第一次体会到了什么叫做没有任何限制、无拘无束的自由。
“这就是我们死亡后要去的世界？！”
逃兵的瞳孔骤然放大，眼神中透露出赤裸裸毫不掩饰的向往。
因为在他短暂的生命中，从未有哪怕一刻能够像画面中那些人类和其他类人生物一样尽情的放纵。
左思微笑着点了点头：“没错，这就是你们死后要去的世界。如果你不相信的话，可以在契约上签下自己的名字，然后直接自杀。到时候所有人都能通过这个投影看到你。”
咕咚！
逃兵下意识吞了口唾沫，心跳频率瞬间比平时快了一倍都不止。
他虽然向往这样的生活，但内心之中却对死亡充满了未知的恐惧。
正当逃兵犹豫不决的时候，排在后面一名被病痛折磨到精神崩溃的老人突然冲了出来，以迅雷不及掩耳的速度跑到近前按下手印，随后毫不犹豫从人类士兵手中抢过一把枪，对准自己的脑袋扣下扳机。
噗！ 伴随着一道激光从太阳穴穿过，他便直挺挺的倒在地上变成了一具温热的尸体。
这一幕不仅让在场所有的囚犯感到震惊不已，舰长和他身边负责押送的士兵也露出了难以置信的表情。
不过仅仅几分钟的功夫，他们就在画面中捕捉到了刚才自杀老人的声音。
只不过他的外表已经从老年恢复到了中年，正满脸茫然的跟随人流涌向城市入口。
在经过一段时间的排队和认领身份证明后，他终于进入到城市内部，开始像疯了一样先冲进提供免费食物的地方大吃了一顿，紧跟着去看了一场紧张刺激的道具赛车，最后又在路边散发着粉红色灯光的店里跟一名拥有尾巴、翅膀和犄角的提夫林度过了半个小时的激情。
等心满意足从店里走出来，老人才突然想起了什么，猛然间抬起头冲着正在欣赏现场直播的所有人兴奋不已的大喊：“哈哈哈哈！你们一定都在看，对不对？我现在可以告诉你们，这一切都是真的！别犹豫了！快按下手印吧！在这个死后的世界拥有近乎无限的自由！你可以想干什么就干什么！我想我已经爱上这里了！”
“为了自由！”
“自由万岁！”
“去他妈的帝国！去他妈的皇帝！都给老子吃屎去吧！”
……
伴随着发自灵魂最深处的呐喊，那些已经对生命没有任何留恋的犯人纷纷像受到刺激了一样，争先恐后的冲上前在羊皮纸卷轴的下方按下手印，然后捡起掉落在地上的枪对准脑袋扣下扳机。
由于是激光武器而非实体弹药的关系，所以哪怕在发射上百次之后仍旧可以继续使用。
一直到激光枪的能量耗尽，尸体在地面上堆积成了一座小山，这种狂热的自杀才终于告一段落。
最令人毛骨悚然的是，所有的尸体在临死前的表情都在笑，而且是嘴角疯狂上扬的大笑，就仿佛在对这个绝望的世界进行讽刺一样。
很快，这些自杀的人也都出现在投影的画面之中，开始成群结队在巨大赛博朋克城市的街道上酗酒、嗑药、狂欢、宣泄内心之中积压已久的欲望。
对于他们来说，这久违的自由就是世界上最宝贵的东西。
站在帝国审判庭的角度，这些家伙毫无疑问是彻头彻尾的异端，居然胆敢辱骂作为人类之主的皇帝。
可问题是无论犯下了多么不可饶恕的罪行，这些人都已经死了。
所有为活人准备的酷刑对他们来说都不再具备哪怕一丁点的威慑力。
正当现场的气氛变得有些诡异时，沉默了良久的左思这次开口问道：“还有谁想要自杀提前交出自己的灵魂吗？
如果没有的话，那就排队在契约上按下手印，然后前往城市去度过余生吧。
别担心，其实早一点晚一点都没有太大的区别。
你们完全可以等自己衰老到病痛缠身的时候再前往我的国度。”
听到这句话，亲眼目睹了好几千人争先恐后自杀场面的逃兵终于长长的出了一口气，挣脱士兵的控制径直走到近前，单膝跪地行了一个大礼。
“感谢您的慷慨与仁慈！您就是我灰暗生命中唯一的光、唯一的希望，是我们这些遭到遗弃之人的救世主。如果可以的话，能告诉我们您的名号吗？”
“索斯，你们可以这样称呼我。”
左思的声音中明显蕴含着强大的心灵魔法之力，瞬间对这些凡人造成了巨大的影响。
确切地说不管是被作为灵魂货币送来的囚犯，还是运输舰的舰长和船员，都只觉得像是有一柄重锤狠狠敲打了自己的心灵，仿佛眼前那个闪耀着金属光泽的身影突然之间变得无比高大，让人忍不住想要跪下来顶礼膜拜。
尤其是灵能者，简直就像是在亚空间内看到了一个全新的星炬，甚至比泰拉上的那个还要明亮。
“赞美您！伟大的索斯！从此刻起您就是我们的信仰！我们的神！”
收到心灵魔法影响的逃兵跪在地上一脸狂热的高呼。
不光是他，后边那些意识到自己不仅不会死，而且连死后都能去一个更加自由美好的世界的犯人，也都立刻呈现出了一种非理性的宗教狂热。
由于国教的诞生和迅猛发展，导致帝国整整一万年的时间，大多数平民早就对宗教这玩意习以为常。
尤其是在亲眼见到了左思所展现的超自然力量和死后的世界，他们把原本对人类皇帝的信仰直接原地转移过来。
毕竟皇帝坐上黄金王座之后就基本没有人见过他，他所有的一切记载都只存在于教典那些虚无缥缈的神话故事中。
可眼前左思所展示的一切却是亲眼目睹的。
就这样，数百万的囚犯直接被原地转化成了狂热的信徒。
他们在新非瑞克西亚造物的安排下，很快进入早已建造完毕的城市内开始了全新且自由的生活。
由于整个星球都是以烁油为基础的智能自动化，所以压根不需要人类这种既脆弱又容易损坏的有机体作为劳动力。
食物、医疗和日常用品也统统都是免费供应，这让早已习惯了被不停压榨剥削的犯人们感受到了强烈的不适应。
他们简直不敢相信，自己居然可以在活着的时候就过上这种梦寐以求的美好生活。
在这里不需要工作，没有阶级、金钱的概念，所有人都是绝对平等的。
甚至还可以通过脑接口进入到虚拟世界去玩游戏，
唯一需要做的就是每天抽出点时间去附近自发组织起来的教会进行祈祷，感谢伟大的索斯神赐予了如此美好的生活。
很显然，在费伦大陆玩过了绝对独裁的君主制政体，在艾泽拉斯玩过神权政体，现在左思打算在战锤宇宙玩一个乌托邦政体。
他要用烁油来取代人工智能，为人类打造一个只存在于理想中的完美国度。
当然，代价是所有人类在享受了一生死后灵魂会堕入地狱成为他力量的源泉。
正当左思源源不断接收帝国海军运输船送来的犯人时，大修女格蕾丝已经与第一艘运输船一起返回了神圣的泰拉母星。
此时此刻，她就站在帝国摄政的面前小心翼翼的进行汇报。
大概十几分钟左右，罗伯特·基里曼才消化完这些信息，眉头紧锁的询问道：“所以这个自称索斯的神秘存在可能是一个神？他通过交易所要灵魂的目的是为了增加自己的信徒？”
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)