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 arrests 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 appears, 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 exceeds 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 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.
Only at this moment did he realize why the power of the evil god in this cosmic subspace was so strong.
It's not that Nurgle, Tzeentch, Slaanesh and Khorne are so powerful, but they are simply unable to withstand the outrageous darkness and twistedness in the hearts of these mortal races.
Take the planetary governors sitting in the front row as an example. Each of them has a harem of at least four digits.
Some perverts even have cannibalism tendencies and like to kill young girls they have just violated, then chop them into pieces and cook them into various dishes to satisfy their morbid desires.
As for slave fights and instigating the lower-level gangs in the hive to fight each other for fun, it is commonplace.
During the Tyranid invasion, a governor, in order to buy time to escape, directly ordered that a total of 10 million people be thrown out to be fed to the Zerg.
In front of these people, Zuo Si felt that he was so kind that he was like a holy angel.
"What? You want to take back our governorship? Absolutely not! That is the due reward our family has earned through hundreds of years of hard work and development. Even the Terra Council and the Regent cannot take it away at will."
A planetary governor who appeared to have undergone many mechanical modifications suddenly stood up and objected loudly in anger.
With this person taking the lead, the other planetary governors also began to follow suit, arguing one after another from the perspective of imperial law or threatening to lead the humans under their rule in a desperate resistance.
Looking at these greedy idiots, Moscat couldn't help but hold his forehead.
He couldn't believe where these guys got the courage to challenge an unknown existence that could do business with the empire.
Zuo Si calmly glanced at the planetary governors who stood up to oppose, and asked in a rather amusing tone: "Is there anyone else who refuses my offer? If so, please stand up. It doesn't matter. I am a ruler who highly advocates democracy and freedom, and I will be very happy to listen to different voices."
This statement instantly caused many planetary governors who were eager to try to stand up and join the ranks of opposition.
Suddenly, there were less than fifteen smart people left in the conference room, still sitting in their chairs motionless.
Moscat is one of them.
He had a premonition that a terrible scene would soon unfold here.
The facts turned out to be just as the planetary governor had expected.
After being silent for half a minute, Zuo Si suddenly raised his right hand without any warning and made a grasping gesture in front of everyone.
The next second...
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The heads of dozens of planetary governors exploded in an instant, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, and those who were sitting there without getting up were so scared that they almost needed to change their pants.
Moscat almost vomited out what he had eaten from his last meal.
So scary!
Although he realized that these ignorant guys would definitely be purged, he could not believe that the other party would be so quick and efficient.
Zuo Si, as if he had done something insignificant, said half-jokingly: "You may not understand what I really want to express. What I want to say is that everyone can make different voices, but whether I will listen is another matter."
Before he finished speaking!
He raised his hand again and snapped his fingers lightly.
moment!
The Judge, who was created from the corpse of the Great Demon of Khorne, the Skulltaker, was immediately teleported over from somewhere else, knelt on one knee and asked, "Great Father of New Phyrexia, your servants are waiting for your orders."
Zuo Si gave a straightforward order: "I now authorize you to launch a cleansing of the planets ruled by the dead planetary governors. Kill all those who have blood ties and interest ties with them, and then liberate all serfs, slaves and civilians on the planets. Remember, make those ordinary people understand that we are not their enemies, but saviors who give them a new life."
"As you wish!"
The Skull Taker nodded slightly, then used his teleportation ability to disappear on the spot.
Soon, through the windows of the conference room, the planetary governors who had not been killed saw the fleet docked in orbit start its engines and then begin a warp jump.
Needless to say, the entire Bottas star zone is about to change completely.
At this moment, Moscat was so scared that he was sweating profusely.
After all, the Skulltaker, a great demon of Khorne, was clearly recorded in certain books of the state religion. He was a horrifying monster that could massacre all life on a planet by himself.
Being able to use this kind of Warp Demon as a slave, even if he is not one of the Chaos Evil Gods, he is definitely an existence that one cannot afford to offend.
He now finally understood why the Empire did not send out the Grey Knights immediately, contrary to its usual practice, but chose to trade with them.
Just as Moscat was desperately thinking about how to get out of this crisis, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear that made him feel creepy.
"So what should I do with you now?"
Not only him, but the other survivors present were also extremely nervous, and the young people who had not undergone mechanical transformation kept wiping their sweat.
After about ten seconds, a planetary governor finally couldn't hold on any longer and stood up and said, "Your Excellency, I choose to return to the empire with all my property."
"Okay, I agree. You can go back and start preparing now. You must disappear from my territory in half a month."
Zuo Si gave an affirmative answer without hesitation.
Although in his heart he would rather crush these guys one by one, send their souls to Baator Hell to drain their energy and then transform them into high-level devils.
But considering the agreement reached with the Human Empire, it would be difficult to take action if these planetary governors were obedient.
"Thank you very much! I'll be right back to packing my things."
The planetary governor was obviously relieved after receiving the promise. He immediately fled from the meeting room with his entourage and hurriedly left the planet that had left him with serious psychological trauma.
As soon as he left, six or seven planetary governors chose the same ending.
Although this group of people felt very unwilling to give up their tyrannical power, what else could they do with a knife at their necks?
At least with this money, he could live a good life when he returned to the empire's rule. If he was lucky and worked around a little, he might have a chance to serve as a planetary governor again in the future.
After almost everyone else had left, Moscat mustered up the courage to ask in an uncertain tone, "Your Excellency Soth, what do you plan to do with the Botas sector?"
"See what's happening in the city outside? That's the answer."
Zuo Si stood at the window of the spire of the conference room, looking out, an unfathomable smile on his face.
"You mean... to build a country where there is no need to work and everyone can do whatever they want?"
Moscat was stunned, feeling as if his head had been hit by a sledgehammer.
He simply couldn't understand why there was any need to feed such a large population if human resources were not needed.
Apart from wasting a large amount of energy and resources, it is simply unable to produce even a little value.
This is totally unexplainable from a logical and sociological perspective.
Zuo Si obviously read the planetary governor's thoughts and asked with a smile: "You must think that what I did is a bit inexplicable, right?"
"No, I don't dare."
Moscat hastily bowed his head in humility and obedience.
Unlike other planetary governors who just wanted to collect donations and run away, he really wanted to make a career and felt from the bottom of his heart that this was a great opportunity.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, and I think a lot of people think the same way.
But you obviously overlooked one thing, that is the value of spirit, faith and soul.
I provide material satisfaction for all, while allowing them to enjoy themselves to the fullest while they are alive.
These people provide me with faith when they are alive, and their souls will belong to me after they die.
In a way, it’s a consensual exchange.”
Zuo Si did not hide anything and openly stated the most fundamental operating logic of the utopian society he had built with his own hands.
Because there is no need to hide it.
All prisoners sent by the Imperial Fleet will be informed and sign a hellish contract to sell their souls before entering the city.
"Faith and soul? Are you a god?"
Moscat's heart suddenly began to beat wildly.
Zuo Si replied nonchalantly: "If you think it is, it is. If you think it is not, it is not. It is not important. What is important is your choice and what you want to get from me and what you are willing to give."
Moscat smiled bitterly: "Before answering this question, can I know what kind of deal you have reached with the Empire?"
"no problem.
The deal I made with the Empire was actually very simple.
I provide all kinds of knowledge and things that they are unable to produce at the moment but are in desperate need of.
In return, the Empire will provide me with an equivalent amount of souls, which are the prisoners you see now.
Bottas Star Zone is also part of this deal.
You can understand that the current relationship between me and the Empire is in a rather delicate alliance state.
As long as the Empire cannot resolve other threats, it will not take the initiative to turn against me.
Of course, I was actually secretly trying to undermine the empire, intending to completely overthrow this already corrupt regime from within.
The utopia you see now is my gift to the empire.
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 most desires.
"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.
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