It was established very recently, less than 1,500 years ago, and was one of the few new colonies of the human empire that successfully expanded outward and gained a foothold during the ten-thousand-year dark period.
Since when it was first established, the empire only wanted to turn this place into a huge mining area and primary industrial product processing area, not too many people were immigrated here.
However, with hundreds of years of natural reproduction, the population in the region gradually expanded to a rather alarming size, so that it became necessary to allocate food and other daily necessities from other places to maintain social stability.
However, it is obviously not cost-effective to transport ordinary materials over ultra-long distances through the subspace, so the development of some corresponding agricultural and light industrial industries locally has naturally been put on the agenda.
Finally, with the approval of the Terra Council, this star region quickly gained more than one hundred planetary governors.
Of course, having places alone is not enough.
The difficulty of pioneering and establishing an industrial system from scratch on a deserted planet with no infrastructure is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Apart from anything else, they would have to deal with the harsh environment of the planet itself and the counterattack of native creatures, not to mention the threats from orcs, zerg, elves, necrons and chaos forces from outer space.
Therefore, developing a new colony planet from scratch is definitely an extremely dangerous task. If you are not careful, you may die, even if you have the support of the empire.
But having said that, being the governor of a planet is still very attractive to most middle and lower class people.
After all, newly developed planets like this often do not need to pay any taxes in the first few hundred years.
Moreover, once the development is successful, he and his family descendants will be able to become the permanent rulers of the planet, and even implement primitive feudalism and cruel slavery, riding on the necks of ordinary people on the planet and enjoying a wonderful life.
Many Rogue Traders are even willing to pay a high price for a spot, and then use their connections and resources to develop the planet, eventually becoming a governor.
Situations like this were numerous during the period of rapid expansion of the Great Crusade.
However, during the long Dark Ages, the rule of the Human Empire over the entire galaxy faced severe challenges. Even though the Astartes Chapter tried their best to put out fires everywhere, they could only watch their sphere of influence continue to shrink.
Therefore, Terra is simply unable to provide sufficient support for the development of new colonies.
Normally it is up to the planetary governor to find ways to raise the population, funds and technology needed for development.
Therefore, the development of the Botas star zone was very, very slow for a long time. The population of only six planets barely reached the scale of tens of billions, and the level of science and technology and industrial capacity were at the bottom in the entire empire.
The most typical example is that more than three hundred years ago, Terra sent people to collect the only tax, but after inspecting the quality of weapons and equipment manufactured in the area, they only took away a small amount of food.
Because other junk seemed too backward even for the cannon fodder of the Astra Militarum.
Yes, you read that right. In the 1,500 years of colonial history, this barren place has only been taxed once.
It was so poor and backward that the imperial high-ranking officials completely forgot about it for a long time and had no idea that there was such a colonial star region that could collect taxes.
This situation is not an isolated case, but rather an administrative chaos caused by the fact that the territory far exceeds the theoretical limit of governance.
There are also some remote star regions that were developed earlier, and taxes may only be levied once every two or three thousand years, and the amount levied will be the total amount in arrears during the two or three thousand years.
If the planetary governor can't get it out, then there's a chance he'll be killed with a bang by a bolter on the head, and then replaced with a new one.
To be honest, with the brutal and inefficient ruling style of the Human Empire, it was able to maintain its position as the galactic overlord for 10,000 years despite constant disasters. You can imagine how amazing the role the Astartes played in this was.
Even the entire empire lacks universal values from top to bottom, and the systems and laws implemented in various star regions and planets are also diverse.
When the emperor was in power, the people basically relied on personal worship and the promotion of imperial truth to unite the people. When the emperor was gone, they could only rely entirely on religious beliefs, which were extremely backward spiritual anesthetics.
According to the experience of human history, the final outcome of such a bulk empire is basically either implosion or gradual disintegration.
Of course, as a planetary governor in a remote area, Moscat does not care about the current ruling methods of the Empire or any changes in the bigwigs of the Terran Senate.
Because the Botas sector is so far away from the center of the Empire, the breaking news that the Primarch has awakened and become regent again will not have even the slightest impact on this area that has just suffered a small-scale Zerg invasion.
What really disturbed him was a document signed by Roboute Guilliman himself.
The document required the evacuation of all personnel and troops from the Empire's administrative, state religious, and inquisitional institutions throughout the star zone, and that all surviving planetary governors immediately head to Tours, the forge planet where all sorts of outrageous rumors had been circulating recently.
According to information revealed by an "informed person", the reason why this place was able to withstand and even destroy the main force of the Tyranids had nothing to do with the Astartes Regiment stationed there, nor was it the large number of tanks, mechas and other weapons manufactured by the Mechanicus, but rather the inexplicable appearance of a strange unknown creature.
Those insects that terrified all civilizations in the galaxy were all killed in just a few days by this unknown creature. It even rebuilt a huge city on the devastated ruins, as well as fully automatic assembly lines that could continuously produce various things.
What is even more incredible is that the Empire, which has never been very friendly to alien life, did not immediately send out its most powerful Astartes regiment to destroy the other party this time, but instead allowed the other party to control the entire planet.
Not long ago, the navy's transport ships brought in hundreds of millions of prisoners.
All of this proves that the Empire seems to have reached some kind of deal with this unknown existence.
And the Bottas star zone is very likely to be one of the bargaining chips in this transaction.
So Moscat is now very worried about the situation and future of himself and his entire family.
He was afraid of being abandoned by the Terra Council, afraid of losing the power that his family had inherited for hundreds of years, and even more afraid of becoming a slave of some alien or unknown existence.
Even though he ruled a planet with a population of over 30 billion, possessed certain industrial manufacturing capabilities, and could mobilize tens of millions of mortal auxiliary legions in times of war, he was not even qualified to participate in cosmic-level wars and conflicts.
This small invasion of the Tyranids is the best example.
Not to mention an unknown life form that can easily kill all the ferocious insects.
Of course, Moscat was not the only one who had the same idea. Dozens of other planetary governors who did not become food for the Zerg in this disaster also had similar anxieties and concerns.
But they obviously did not dare to disobey the orders from the Terra Council and the Regent, nor did they dare to speculate how powerful a creature that could force the Empire to adopt a moderate strategy could be.
"well--"
After a long time, when the spaceport in the outer space orbit of the planet Tour could be seen outside the window, the planetary governor who was over 40 years old could not help but sigh slightly, and slowly stood up from his seat. His expression and back looked like he was about to go to the execution ground.
Because in a sense, what he has to do now is to be a prisoner who will be judged by fate.
Soon, as the spacecraft's engine died, Moscat finally walked out of the depressing cabin slowly, and was stunned by the unbelievable scene before him.
Although he had been to some extremely densely populated hive worlds and seen those steel jungles piled up together and stretching for thousands or even tens of thousands of kilometers like mountains, it was simply not on the same level compared to the super-giant city before him.
To be precise, most hive worlds are actually super-powered versions of cyberpunk cities.
The residents at the bottom of the society do not even have electricity and can only survive on the garbage and discarded food thrown away by the middle and upper classes. Various violence, murders and gang conflicts occur almost every day.
In the eyes of the imperial high-ranking officials, these gang members who have experienced darkness and despair since childhood and can skillfully use various weapons are the most ideal recruitment targets.
They only need to undergo a short period of brainwashing and discipline training, and then they can be thrown into the battlefield as consumables to resist endless enemies.
Anyway, no one would really place their hopes on mortal soldiers.
There was once a very classic joke, which was how an ordinary soldier could judge the probability of surviving the battle he was going to participate in.
Generally speaking, if only a small number of Astartes warriors appear, it means that the situation is not too bad, and at least more than 50% of them have a chance of surviving until the end of the war.
But if a certain scale of knight mechas appear, it means that the possibility of surviving to the end will not exceed 25%.
If you saw the God's machine - the Titan mecha appear in an organized manner with your own eyes, then you should basically consider yourself a dead man from the moment you step onto the battlefield.
Therefore, the outrageous and huge class differences in the hive city were most likely deliberately created by the upper ruling class.
Not to mention the lowest class of people, even the workers who manufacture various weapons and equipment for the empire may never be able to go to the surface to take a look at the real sky in their entire lives.
Only the elites at the top of the ruling class are qualified to enjoy life in the true sense.
As for the people in the lower class, they are just tools to maintain the operation of the huge empire, and even the kind of knowledge they can learn is restricted.
Even so, they still have to kneel down every day to express their gratitude to the governor who has given them such a "good life" and to offer their loyalty, faith and lives to the great God-Emperor.
Although it sounds very dark and cruel, this is the current situation of the human empire, and it is even taken for granted as political correctness.
If this kind of class solidification method is not adopted, the stability of the rule within the empire cannot be maintained at all, and various rebellions will quickly sweep through every corner like the plague of Nurgle.
As the planetary governor, Moscat had already seen through everything, so he implemented a similar system on the planet he ruled.
But now, he witnessed with his own eyes a scene that was also a steel jungle but completely opposite to the hive city.
From the lowest level to the highest level of the city, everyone can move freely without any restrictions.
Moreover, the highly automated and extremely advanced technology makes the entire city look free of the clear-cut sense of division and class differences that exist in the hive city.
The most important thing is that Moscat did not see even a single human being working. The entire assembly line was run by machines and some semi-mechanical creations.
Many people in various clothes were wandering aimlessly in the parks and green belts. Some were sitting in places like restaurants, eating snacks and drinking beverages, or chatting and laughing in groups of three or five, or flipping through their electronic devices alone. There was no sign of tension or pressure of survival on their faces.
What is going on?
Just when the planetary governor was completely confused about the situation, he suddenly saw a half-flesh, half-machine humanoid creature slowly approaching from a distance, and said in a mechanical voice without any emotion: "You are the Governor of the planet Kules, His Excellency Moscat? Please follow me, the master has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Who are you……"
Moscat stared with wide eyes at the thing in front of him that frightened him so much. Suddenly, an idea that was considered a taboo in the empire, "artificial intelligence," popped up in his mind.
Because if it is a modified robot servant, it should at least have a relatively intact brain and even spine.
But the new Phyrexian oil-made creature before him had nothing similar. It looked like an alloy bracket connected by flesh and blood.
"I am just an insignificant servant. If you don't mind, you can call me by my number DXV896101047."
After saying that, the Shuoyou creature turned around and began to lead the way into the city. Then he raised his hand to intercept a small hovercraft that could accommodate up to six people at a time, and got on it with the planetary governor and his four followers.
In a flash!
This public transportation vehicle, which was more like a small aircraft than a car, took off into the air and flew straight to the spire at the highest point of the entire giant city.
Along the way, Moscat saw through the car window a scene that he would never forget: tens of billions of people who did not work at all were studying and playing unscrupulously, enjoying a wonderful life and full freedom.
All work is done entirely by these artificial intelligence-like things, and even the military is no exception.
How audacious! How arrogant! How blasphemous! Haven't the guys who rule here heard about the Iron Man Rebellion that broke out during the Golden Age of Humanity?
Don’t you understand that if artificial intelligence is given the ability to think independently and have self-awareness, why should it continue to serve humans instead of replacing them?
With indescribable shock, the planetary governor finally couldn't help but ask: "Are you some kind of artificial intelligence?"
"Artificial intelligence? If you mean those virtual personalities built with electronic chips and complex programs, I am completely different from them."
The Shuoyou creature gave a negative answer without hesitation.
"Oh? What's the difference?" Moscat continued to ask.
The Shuoyou Creature directly opened the outer ceramic steel armor, revealing the dense and horrifying flesh and nerve structure inside, as well as the Shuoyou engine in the body that continuously released powerful power, and explained with an extremely proud tone: "First of all, our bodies are not made of pure inorganic matter, but also have flesh and blood like you.
Secondly, our consciousness and wisdom are not given by chips and programs, but come from the power of sparkling oil.
Finally, and most importantly, we will always obey the will of the great Father of New Phyrexia, and there will never be a situation like an AI rebellion.
Moreover, the wisdom and power of the great father of New Phyrexia far exceed the imagination of you mortals."
Hearing this, Moscat not only did not feel relieved, but became even more nervous.
Because he had recognized that the biological skeleton and neuromuscular structure used in the creation before him was exactly that of the Tyranids that had invaded this star region not long ago.
To be exact, the upper body of a knife worm.
No wonder I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when I first saw this creature covered in a ceramic steel shell.
Similarly, the planetary governor also felt a strong sense of awe and fear towards Zuo Si, who created this stitched monster.
After all, it has always been the Tyranids who plunder and devour other races, and this is the first ruthless person in the entire galaxy who can make full use of their corpses.
The aircraft passed through residential areas, streets, squares and parks at a very fast speed and finally stopped on the highest platform.
The moment the hatch opened, Moscat finally saw several planetary governors of the Bottas sector who had just arrived like himself.
It is easy to tell from the expressions and eyes on their faces that these people are as panicked and confused as himself.
Without even saying hello to each other, they were led by the New Phyrexian creations into the interior of the majestic spire-shaped building in front of them.
In just about ten minutes, all the surviving planetary governors in the entire star sector came to a huge white conference room.
Even those planets whose planetary governors had died sent a representative to participate.
The moment everyone was seated, a passage suddenly opened up on the floor in the middle of the conference room.
Immediately afterwards, Zuo Si's metallic oil incarnation flew up from below, first quickly scanning all the planetary governors and representatives present with his two electronic eyes, and then said: "I think you should have received the notice from the Imperial Regent and the Parliament, right?"
"Yes, we did receive it, but we don't quite know what to do."
Moscat stood up on his own initiative, put one hand on his chest, bowed, and cautiously tested the situation.
“It’s very simple.
From the moment the deal was completed, the Empire handed this sector over to me to rule.
Now you have two choices.
One is to take your property and leave here and return to the area ruled by the empire;
The other is to give up all your current power and wealth and accept my complete transformation of this area.
Remember, I am not discussing this with you, I am giving you a notice.
Of course, you can also resist through violence.
But that means I will launch a massacre of you, your families, and your allies, and achieve my goal by purging the entire upper ruling class."
Zuo Si was not at all polite and directly issued an ultimatum to these planetary governors, who were emitting evil auras of red with black or black with purple all over their bodies.
Although there are some civilized planets with high levels of civilization and relative equality in the human empire, it is absolutely impossible for them to appear in remote areas such as the Bottas star zone located on the border of the empire.
To be precise, more than half of the planetary governors present here practice serfdom and slavery, while the remaining half adopt semi-slavery and feudal systems.
Pick any one of them at random, and they are at least directly related to the tragic deaths of millions or even tens of millions of innocent people.
If the sentence is based on the degree of the crime, even being cut into pieces would be too light. He is a complete scum and a tyrant.
It is estimated that when Bane, the god of tyranny in Faerun, comes, he will immediately promote them as his voters.
Compared with these planetary governors, the crimes committed by the Tyrant of the Moon Sea are not even worthy of carrying their shoes.
此时此刻他才意识到，为何在这个宇宙亚空间邪神的力量会如此强大。
不是纳垢、奸奇、色孽和恐虐有多厉害，实在是架不住这些凡人种族一个个内心之中黑暗扭曲的令人发指。
就以坐在最前排的几个行星总督为例，他们每一个人都拥有至少四位数的后宫。
还有的变态甚至有食人癖，喜欢杀死那些刚刚被自己侵犯过的少女，然后将其大戏八块做成各种各样的菜来满足病态的欲望。
至于什么奴隶角斗、挑唆巢都下层帮派相互厮杀取乐，更是属于家常便饭。
泰伦虫族入侵期间，有位总督为了争取逃命的时间，直接命令把整整一千万人口扔出去给虫族当口粮。
在这些人面前，左思觉得自己善良得简直就像是个圣洁的天使。
“什么？你要收回我们的总督权力？这绝对不行！那是我们的家族通过长达数百年时间辛勤开拓所获得的应有报酬，即便是泰拉议会和摄政王也不能随便剥夺。”
一名看上去已经进行了许多机械改造的行星总督猛地站起身，怒不可遏的大声反对。
有了这个带头的，其余的行星总督也都开始跟着闹腾起来，一个接一个或是站在帝国法律的角度据理力争，或是发出威胁要带领自己统治下的人类拼死反抗。
看着这些利欲熏心的白痴，莫斯卡特不由得扶住了额头。
他有点不敢相信，这些家伙究竟是哪来的勇气，居然干挑衅一个能与帝国做交易的未知存在。
只见左思不慌不忙的扫过站起来反对的行星总督们，用颇为玩味的语气问：“还有谁拒绝我开出的条件吗？如果有的话就请站起来。没关系，我是个十分推崇民主自由的统治者，会非常乐意倾听各种不同的声音。”
这句话瞬间让不少跃跃欲试的行星总督起身加入了反对的行列。
一时之间，在会议室内只剩下不足十五个聪明人仍旧坐在椅子上一动不动。
莫斯卡特赫然就是其中之一。
他有一种预感，这里很快就会上演可怕的一幕。
事实正如这位行星总督预料中的一样。
在沉默了足有半分钟之后，左思突然毫无征兆的举起了右手，当着众目睽睽之下突然做了个抓握的动作。
下一秒……
砰！砰！砰！砰！ 数十个行星总督的脑袋在一刹那全部炸裂开，漫天的鲜血和脑浆四散飞溅，把那些坐在原地没有起身的人吓得差点需要换一条裤子。
让莫斯卡特差点没把胃里上顿饭吃下去的东西吐出来。
太可怕了！
虽然他意识到这些不知死活的家伙肯定会遭到清洗，但却万万不敢相信对方居然会如此的干脆利落。
而左思则像做了件微不足道的小事一样，用半开玩笑的语气调侃道：“你们可能没有理解我真正想要表达的意思。我想说的是谁都可以发出不同的声音，但我是否会听就是另外一回事了。”
话音未落！
他又抬起手轻轻打了个响指。
瞬间！
用恐虐大魔——夺颅者尸体制造的魔判官立刻从其他地方传送过来，单膝跪地请示道：“伟大的新非瑞克西亚之父，您的仆从正在听候吩咐。”
左思直截了当的吩咐道：“我现在授权你对刚才那些死掉的行星总督统治的星球发动清洗，杀光所有跟他们有血缘关系和利益纽带的人，然后解放所在星球所有的农奴、奴隶和平民。记住，要让那些普通人明白，我们并不是他们的敌人，而是赐予他们新生的拯救者。”
“如您所愿！”
夺颅者微微点了下头，随后便施展传送能力消失在原地。
很快透过会议室的窗户，那些没有被干掉的行星总督便看到停靠在轨道上的舰队启动了引擎，随后开始进行亚空间跳跃。
不用问也知道，整个博塔斯星区马上就要彻底变天了。
此时此刻，莫斯卡特完全已经被吓得汗流浃背。
毕竟夺颅者这个恐虐大魔可是被明确记录在国教的某些书籍上，是那种仅凭一己之力就能完成对整个星球生命屠杀的骇人怪物。
能把这种亚空间恶魔当做奴仆使唤，就算不是混沌邪神中的一员，也绝对是自己惹不起的存在。
他现在终于理解为何帝国会一反常态的没有立刻派出灰骑士，而是选择了与之进行交易。
就在莫斯卡特拼命思索要如何从这次危机中脱身的时候，突然听到耳边传来让自己瞬间感到毛骨悚然的声音。
“那么我现在应该怎么处理你们呢？”
不光是他，在场的其他的幸存者也都紧张的要命，没有接受机械改造的年轻人更是不停的擦汗。
大概过了十几秒钟，有个行星总督终于坚持不住了，主动起身说道：“尊贵的阁下，我选择带着所有财产返回帝国。”
“可以，我同意了，你现在可以回去开始准备，半个月之后必须从我的地盘消失。”
左思二话不说给出肯定答复。
虽然在内心之中他更倾向于把这些家伙一个一个全部捏死，将灵魂送到巴托地狱中榨干能量然后转化成为高级魔鬼。
但考虑到与人类帝国达成的协议，要是这些行星总督乖乖听话还真不太好动手。
“非常感谢！我马上就回去收拾东西。”
得到承诺的行星总督明显松了一口气，立马逃出会议室带上随从匆忙离开这个使其有了严重心理阴影的星球。
他前脚刚走，后脚就有六七个行星总督也选择了一样的结局。
尽管放弃作威作福的土皇帝权力让这群人感到非常不甘心，可刀架在脖子上不低头又能怎么办呢？
起码有了这些钱，返回帝国统治范围也能过上不错的生活，运气好稍微活动一下，指不定日后还有机会再次出任行星总督一职。
等其他所有人都差不多走光之后，莫斯卡特这才鼓足勇气用不是很确定的语气问：“尊贵的索斯阁下，请问您打算把博塔斯星区变成什么样子呢？”
“看到外面城市里的景象了吗？那就是答案。”
左思站在会议室尖塔的窗前注视着窗外，脸上浮现出了高深莫测的笑容。
“您的意思是……要建立一个不需要工作，所有人都可以想做什么就做什么的国度？”
莫斯卡特目瞪口呆，感觉脑子像是被一柄大锤狠狠砸了一下。
他完全不理解，如果不需要人力资源，那养活如此庞大的人口又是为了什么呢？
除了会白白大量的消耗能源和资源，根本无法产出哪怕一丁点的价值。
这从逻辑和社会学角度完全解释不通。
左思显然读取到了这位行星总督的想法，笑着反问道：“你一定觉得我的所作所为有点莫名其妙，对吗？”
“不，不敢。”
莫斯卡特赶忙低下头表达谦卑和服从。
跟其他行星总督只想要捐款跑路不同，他是真的想要做出一番事业，并且打心底里觉得这是个绝佳的机会。
“没什么敢不敢的，我想有很多人也都是这么想的。
但你们显然忽略了一点，那就是精神、信仰和灵魂的价值。
我给所有人提供在物质方面的满足，同时允许他们在活着的时候尽情享受。
而这些人在活着的时候给我提供信仰，死亡之后灵魂也会归我所有。
从某种程度上来说，这是一种你情我愿的交换。”
左思没有隐瞒什么，大大方方说出了这个亲手建立的乌托邦社会最根源的运转逻辑。
因为根本没必要隐瞒。
所有被帝国舰队送过来的犯人在进入城市之前，都会被告知并签署出卖自己灵魂的地狱契约。
“信仰和灵魂？您是一位神明吗？”
莫斯卡特心脏瞬间开始不争气的狂跳。
左思漫不经心的回答道：“你认为是就是，你认为不是就不是，这其实并不重要。重要的是你的选择，以及你想要从我这里得到什么，又愿意付出什么。”
莫斯卡特脸上浮现出一丝苦笑：“在回答这个问题之前，我可以知道您与帝国究竟达成了怎样的交易吗？”
“没问题。
我跟帝国达成的交易其实很简单。
我提供各种各样的知识和他们暂时无法生产但又十分迫切需要的东西。
作为回报，帝国会为我提供等价的灵魂，也就是你现在看到的这些囚犯。
博塔斯星区也是这个交易的一部分。
你可以理解为我跟帝国目前的关系处在一种比较微妙的盟友状态。
只要帝国一天无法解决其他的威胁，就一天不会主动跟我翻脸。
当然，我其实也在暗中撬动帝国的墙角，打算从内部彻底颠覆这个早已腐朽的政权。
而你现在看到的乌托邦，就是我为帝国献上的一份大礼。
I believe that as the planetary governor, you should know best how many lower-class people are suffering from exploitation, oppression and despair within the territory of the empire.
Imagine how they would react if they learned there was a better option.”
I think that given the Empire's utilitarian-oriented way of thinking most of the time, they will definitely choose to capture all these unstable factors, and then recycle them and send them to me in exchange for the weapons and equipment they want.
Over time, the number of humans under my rule will begin to explode.
When the number of humans under my rule equals or even exceeds that of the Empire, will it be questionable who can represent the human race and civilization? Many times, the invasion of thoughts and ideologies is often more effective than the warships that cover the sky and the sun, and the Astartes warriors who are worth a hundred.
When the ideals and values that were once firmly believed in are shattered, the seemingly powerful human empire will collapse like a fortress on the beach under the slightest impact of the waves.
What's more, the essence of the warp is an ocean of spirit, emotion and soul.
With enough faith and soul, I can even permanently change or devour it."
Following Zuo Si's whispers filled with evil and ambition, Moscat seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar. Not only were his hands shaking slightly uncontrollably, but his legs were doing the same.
He never dreamed that he had only asked a very ordinary question, but why the other party said so much all of a sudden.
If possible, he would rather he heard nothing.
After all, is this something that a mere mortal can listen to? The most terrifying thing is that Moscat didn't understand whether Zuo Si was telling him these secrets to recruit him or just to confide in a dying person.
If it was the latter, then his death was really unjust.
In order to avoid dying in vain, the planetary governor immediately knelt on one knee and solemnly requested, "Sir Soth, may I and my family have the honor to serve your great plan?"
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Of course, I just need someone who understands the imperial bureaucracy to develop some targeted corruption plans.
For example, some sector heads and planetary governors are greedy for money, some are lustful, or some have some unknown perverted hobbies.
By taking advantage of these weaknesses, I could secretly win them over to my side little by little.
If you do well enough, I can even reward you with becoming an immortal Devil, gaining power beyond that of an Astartes Space Marine or even a Primarch.
How about this, isn’t it tempting?”
"So what do you need me to do?"
Moscat raised his head and asked with shining eyes.
Obviously, both power and immortality are what he desires most.
"I need you to be like those planetary governors who chose to take their property back to the Empire's jurisdiction. Take a large amount of wealth to other remote star regions, build good relationships with the local dignitaries, and corrupt and assimilate them bit by bit. Here, this is a devil's egg. After you pass the Empire's inspection, you can take it and become a real devil."
As he spoke, Zuo Si took out a scarlet object the size of a quail egg and handed it to the planetary governor.
The latter subconsciously took it and squeezed it hard. The egg, which originally had no cracks, was suddenly torn in the middle, revealing a blood-red eye.
"ah!!!!!!!"
Moscat was obviously frightened and threw the devil's egg out directly.
But in a flash, he found that the thing he threw out seemed to have some terrible magic, and it appeared out of thin air in his palm again.
Such a weird situation is simply creepy.
Before Moscat realized what was happening, Zuo Si smiled and explained, “Relax, don’t be afraid, because it has been permanently bound to your soul.
Remember those dead planetary governors? The devil eggs you see now are refined from their evil and deep souls, representing the ultimate cruelty and evil.
This power can help you break through human limits and even gain powerful strength from the warp.
You just have to embrace who you are.”
Gulp!
Moscat swallowed nervously and lowered his head to look into the terrifying eyes of the Devil's Egg.
After just two or three seconds, he saw his past life from childhood in his eyes.
Including when he was young, he pushed his brother down from a height of thousands of meters in order to fight for the right of inheritance. When he was a teenager, he strangled a maid to death and dumped her body after raping her for fear of being discovered. When he grew up, he added a deadly poison to his father's food in order to ascend to the throne of the planetary governor as soon as possible...
There is no doubt that Moscat is an out-and-out evil man.
Although he often pretends to be a benevolent and wise ruler, his true nature is evil at heart and he is also a born devil.