Similarly, similar methods can be used to drive a normal civilization crazy.
For example, humans who once upheld the truth of the Empire and rejected all religions and idolatry were forced into a state of near hysteria by the Chaos evil gods of the Warp.
Eventually, after losing the Emperor and Primarch for ten thousand years, he slowly degenerated into his current state.
To be precise, in order to deal with various powerful enemies and to ensure the survival of the entire race, the upper ruling class even completely abandoned their humanity, like a group of devils in human skin, using brutal and high-pressure policies to strangle all opposition voices in the cradle.
To this end, they launched a brutal purge, slaughtering millions, tens of millions, and hundreds of millions of civilians who were considered heretics or hopeless.
Many extreme ideas, including the state religion, were born in this era that was constantly under great external threats and pressure, and gradually developed into a completely insane state.
In order to maintain so-called "loyalty", some brain-damaged subordinate agencies of the Inquisition would even take action against Astartes warriors whom they considered to be problematic.
The most important thing is that compared with the prosperous 30th millennium, the overall living standards of ordinary people in the current 40th millennium have regressed several times.
With the previous experience of humans as a lesson, Zuo Si obviously intends to repeat the same thing to the Titanium people.
He wanted to use the Chaos forces of the Warp, the Necrons, the Green Orks, the Tyranids and the Scourge to drive the entire Tau civilization as crazy as the current Human Empire.
Only in this way can the most perfect and powerful warp projection be created at the time of sacrifice.
After all, compared to the corruption of humans who tend toward lawful evil, the power generated by the distortion and corruption of a race like Tau that clearly has a tendency toward lawful good is particularly strong.
The attack of Lich King Jaina was just a prelude and appetizer.
Zuo Si is looking forward to seeing whether the Tau leaders will eventually choose to become undead under the continuous pressure, or embrace the oil and become a part of New Phyrexia.
And what will the so-called "greatest good" be distorted into after breaking the bottom line again and again?
You know, for a big devil, nothing can make him feel more physically and mentally happy than personally planning a false kindness and falling into darkness.
Moreover, this behavior itself will bring it closer and closer to the root and essence of evil.
The most important thing is that he will personally create a God of the Warp, so that Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch and Slaanesh will understand that they have the ability to turn the table over and start a war in the Warp that the other side cannot bear at all.
Of course, this is a plan that will take a long time to complete.
After all, the timeline of the Warhammer universe jumps every few decades or hundreds of years, and each battle lasts from a few months to dozens or even hundreds of years.
For example, the Indomitus Crusade launched by Robouti Guilliman seemed to have lasted for one hundred and twelve years. During this period, he liberated hundreds of star systems and recovered large swathes of the Imperium's lost territory. He almost never slept and even felt exhausted several times.
Zuo Si was obviously not interested in these wars that were so boring that they could make people fall asleep.
Because they are of no importance at all.
Even if it may involve the life and death of tens of trillions of people.
After all, with the great rift created by the 13th Crusade of the Dark Warmaster Abaddon, the territory ruled by the Human Empire was divided in half.
The half that can be illuminated by the Astronomican is called the "Holy Land of the Empire", and the other half is called the "Dark Side of the Empire".
In other words, in each star region on the dark side, they can only rely on their own strength to resist various enemies, and cannot obtain reinforcements from Terra at all.
The reason is very simple! Human beings' superluminal navigation is actually guided by the Star Torch, traveling through a chaotic subspace.
Without the guidance of the Astronomican, no matter how powerful the navigator is, he will not be able to confirm the location of the spacecraft and will be completely lost in the warp.
So, no one is aware of the current situation of the dark side of the empire, how many planets are still controlled by humans, and how many people have betrayed the empire and the emperor.
Of course, this also gave Zuo Si huge room for maneuver.
After all, just because the Star Torch cannot illuminate a place doesn't mean it has no way to guide the direction.
At this moment, the former planetary governor, Moscat, safely passed through the dangerous subspace rift under the protection of a powerful magic item and successfully arrived at a star region on the dark side of the empire.
Apparently, he had successfully passed the Empire's "loyalty" test and was now a legal Rogue Trader.
However, this guy did not engage in armed trade and colonization in the border areas of the empire. Instead, with the help of Zuo Si, he came to the dark side alone, intending to implement his evil plan that had been brewing for a long time.
After all, the longer a place is separated from Terra's rule, the greater the possibility that it will develop independent tendencies.
Especially when being invaded by foreign enemies and being isolated and helpless, it is not surprising that some people surrender to certain alien races or even chaotic forces.
There is no way around it, because the empire's territory far exceeds its ruling capacity.
"Father, the fleet has now arrived at the Volk star zone. The planet closest to us is Ains VI. But according to the information sent back by the probe, the situation there seems to be a bit bad. Not only is there a typical orc spaceship parked in orbit, but a fierce battle has also broken out on the ground."
A man who looked to be around thirty years old and wearing the latest model of power mecha reported at a very fast speed.
He was none other than Moscat's eldest son, Kro, who was also the one with the highest right of succession to the family throne. He had received the strictest military and political education since childhood and belonged to the top elite class. He even commanded the troops personally during the Tyranid invasion and achieved quite good results.
If nothing unexpected happens, if Moscat dies one day, all of this will be inherited by this favored child of heaven.
But unfortunately, Kro apparently didn't know that his father had planned to transform into a devil and achieve immortality, and would sacrifice all his relatives, including his children, in the transformation ceremony.
Because the more sacrifices are made, the higher the level of the devil that will eventually be transformed into, and the more powerful it will be.
As a person with a dark, evil and extremely selfish heart, how could Moscat refuse such a huge temptation!
He secretly wanted to take advantage of this period of time to have a few more children, and then take his entire family with him to die together.
Thinking of this, Moscat subconsciously touched the devil's egg hanging around his neck, which had grown larger, and asked with a smile: "So we came just in time?"
“That’s right.
If we can help the Governor of Irons VI fight off these nasty green orcs, he will owe us a great favor.
You will then be able to start from here and gain huge influence in the entire Volk star zone.
After all, we are now the only fleet capable of crossing the warp rifts and reaching the dark side.
Even if it is under the banner of Terra, it will definitely not arouse suspicion.
What's more, the weapons, equipment and medicines we carry are what they need most."
As he said this, an extremely proud expression appeared on Kro's face.
Although he was not very clear about what kind of deal was reached between his father and Zuo Si, he could smell the scent of money and power.
If you can make good use of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you might be able to become the ruler of one or even several star regions.
After all, in his opinion, the future of the family will belong to him sooner or later.
"Are you sure you can get rid of all the orcs? You know, these guys will be difficult to deal with once their numbers increase." Moscat reminded meaningfully.
But Koro assured confidently: "Please rest assured, father. With the number of power mechas and soldiers we are equipped with now, and several Titan mechas known as God's Machines, our firepower is even superior to that of most Astartes Chapters. In addition, this fleet can quickly and automatically repair itself no matter how serious the damage is. I really can't think of a reason for defeat."
"In that case, let's go for it. Remember to fight beautifully, because we are going to play the role of the savior of the dark side of the empire."
After that, Moscat gave his eldest son the authorization for war.
"I will never let you down. For the honor of our family!"
Kro slapped the ceramic armor on the chest of the power armor hard, then turned into the role of commander and began to issue orders.
After a while, this fleet, which looked slightly different from the style of the Human Empire, quickly deployed into combat formation and advanced towards the distant planet at a speed close to that of light.
After about half an hour, they began to approach the planet's orbit and started to attack the orc spaceship that was bombarding the ground from high above.
Of course, this thing is not so much a spaceship as it is a giant stitched-together monster made of junk, metal and some weird stuff.
At the front end, there is even a giant meteorite with a diameter of several kilometers and mainly composed of iron and nickel, which is used for impact.
Don't underestimate this thing! Although it is completely incomparable to the Imperial Navy's ramming horn in terms of structure and materials, once it is blessed with the "power of thought" of the orcs, it will immediately become the most dangerous ramming weapon in the entire galaxy.
No warship can escape unscathed from this thing. It would be the least of its worries to just create a huge hole.
Anything slightly worse would have been broken into two pieces.
And the appearance is really a bit eye-catching.
Not to mention a spacecraft, which is supposed to be precise, complex, and of extremely high technology, even a garbage mountain is too messy.
But it was such a broken thing that managed to withstand the dense ground-based anti-aircraft firepower network, continuously pouring out massive amounts of bombs and energy attacks, suffocating the human army on the ground.
What's even more terrible is that there are massive numbers of green-skinned orcs that have already landed and are charging forward like a tide, shouting the slogan "waaaaagh" and not caring at all about their companions being beaten into meat paste or burned into charred corpses one by one.
There is no doubt that this is the most terrifying thing about the green-skinned orcs in this universe.
Once they get excited, unless you have overwhelming strength, even if you build a solid position, it will be destroyed in a very short time.
This is what is happening right now on Planet Ains VI.
Judging from the dense trenches and lost positions, the human side had been forced to retreat and be defeated at least three times by the fierce charges of the orcs.
Since there were no reinforcements and no Astartes regiments stationed in the area, those soldiers could only fight with backward laser guns and "primitive" weapons that fired physical ammunition.
Often, after several shots hit the target, the opponent would still continue to run forward vigorously and fight back with the messy guns in their hands.
You should know that the technological level of any orcs who have the ability to enter space is usually not too bad.
The orcs that are launching the attack are not only equipped with handheld explosive devices similar to grenades, but also a large number of shoulder-mounted rocket launchers, vehicle carriers, large power mechas and other war weapons, as well as the beast tyrant wizard boy who wears the "Eye of Mao Ge" and can release psychic spells.
In the face of such power, even an Astartes regiment would have to work hard to suppress and destroy it, not to mention a group of poorly equipped mortal troops.
If it weren't for the many heavy fortress artillery equipped high up in the hive city, which could launch nuclear warheads madly in the event of an emergency, it would have collapsed long ago.
It has to be said that the threshold for mastering nuclear fusion in the human empire is really too low. Almost every colonized planet uses controlled nuclear fusion to generate electricity.
Since controlled nuclear fusion is so popular, it is naturally not difficult to make uncontrolled nuclear fusion bombs.
Even the famous extermination order was largely achieved by dropping massive nuclear warheads on the target planet.
After all, compared with the erosion from the subspace, a little nuclear radiation is nothing.
What's more, thermonuclear weapons are typically both efficient and clean, and basically do not leave too much radiation, unless they are deliberately designed as dirty bombs during manufacturing.
Since entering the fortieth millennium, humans have used weapons more recklessly than ever before, like a madman who has completely fallen into madness.
Even when suppressing rebellions and slave uprisings, they would plant mushrooms one by one without hesitation, and when necessary, they would blow up the entire nest, causing billions or tens of billions of people to evaporate in an instant.
It is precisely with the help of a large number of nuclear weapons that humans can always ensure their dominant position in a galaxy full of monsters and demons.
However, the only regret is that although nuclear weapons are good, their lethality will be greatly weakened when facing enemies with force field shields.
A nuclear weapon fired from a "Death Strike Missile Launch Platform" drew a beautiful parabola in the sky, then hit a group of orcs directly on their heads, exploding with a loud bang to form a fireball and mushroom cloud that soared into the sky.
But in the end, except for the orcs within five kilometers of the explosion center who were completely wiped out, the rest only had their skin burned by the heat wave and radiation, leaving some charred marks.
You don't need to ask to know that this is the "waaaaagh" force field formed when the orcs are excited.
Like my power of thinking, it is something that cannot be explained by science. It can not only greatly weaken the damage caused by various weapons, but also distort the physical laws of the universe.
"Damn it! How many nuclear bombs do we have left in reserve?"
The planetary governor, who looked a little fat, showed an expression full of fear and panic.
Because he has been fighting these orcs who came out of nowhere for almost two years.
Due to the lack of any support, the weapons, ammunition and human resources on our side are becoming less and less, while the number of orcs who have taken root and continued to multiply and expand is increasing.
If this continues, it's only a matter of time before the entire planet falls.
Maybe it will be a few years, maybe it will be more than ten years, but in the end, no one can escape the disaster.
"Governor, we have less than 8,000 nuclear warheads left. And our energy is running out due to the loss of our mining sites. If no one comes to our aid, we'll be doomed."
A close friend gave the answer in an almost desperate tone.
You should know that due to the severe food shortage in the city, the bodies of dead humans and orcs were thrown into machines and crushed into nutrients such as protein powder as rations for the soldiers.
Of course, this is actually nothing new in the human empire.
Especially the wartime food supplies for mortal soldiers, you have no idea which planet they were collected from or what the raw materials are.
Anyway, as long as it doesn't kill people and provides enough energy, there's no problem.
Space Marines like the Astartes usually eat special foods like nutritious porridge and paste.
"What did the Astropaths say? Still can't contact Terra or the Sector Capital?"
The planetary governor asked with gritted teeth as he stared at the battlefield outside where artillery fire was raging.
The confidant smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The subspace rift that suddenly appeared in the galaxy blocked everything. Whether it is communication or faster-than-light travel. The only thing we know now is that the entire star region is now in chaos. All planetary governors are busy with their own affairs and have no ability to send reinforcements."
"Alas - in this case, I can only offer my final loyalty to the Supreme God-Emperor. Go and order the guards to prepare to launch the Glorious Plan. Even if I have to die, I must drag these orcs to hell with me."
An extremely ferocious expression appeared on the face of the planetary governor.
For a planet like this where there were no Astartes Chapter stationed, he and his family had already prepared for the worst-case scenario.
Compared to being corrupted by the Chaos God of the Warp, becoming food for the Tyranids, or being captured and killed by the Orks, it is a relief to directly detonate the energy source of the entire hive to create a nuclear fusion explosion and die quickly.
"You don't have to tell me. I have already asked people to prepare. In fact, those people in the state church are much more proactive than you. The only thing we can do now is to pray for a miracle..."
Before he could finish his words, the confidant's pupils suddenly began to dilate rapidly, and he stared at the sky above his head in amazement.
Because he had seen more than thirty warships suddenly appeared in the planet's orbit, followed by more than fifty armed transport ships. The laser and plasma weapons on them had begun to charge, and the macro cannons on the sides were aimed at the orc warships that were wreaking havoc.
The next second...
A barrage of lasers, torpedoes and shells fell from the sky, attacking the orcs on the ground like a divine punishment.
Another ship escaped the disaster with the help of the "waaaaagh" force field, and immediately turned around and charged towards Moscat's fleet.
Although two warships were sunk, the orcs were fearless and still shouted excitedly, waving their weapons and preparing to ram and board.
You know, orcs are one of the few creatures in the real universe who can happily fight with demons in the warp.
So small scenes like this are nothing to them.
Not to mention the difference in numbers of just a dozen or even dozens of times, even if there was an additional zero, they would still rush forward without hesitation.
Because the pleasure brought by fighting and killing is to orcs what sex and chemical anesthetics are to humans. They are both severely addictive and impossible to refuse or quit. They are also the only meaning of their lives.
But Kro, who was standing in the flagship command room, was not panicked at all. He ordered without turning his head: "Launch the main gun! Charge 1%! Smash these dirty and barbaric green bastards for me! Be careful not to destroy the planet as well."
"Hey, hey! Don't worry! Simple command! Charge the main gun to 1%!"
"Charging completed!"
"Launch countdown! Three, two, one!"
As the order was delivered, the star destroyer cannon on the battleship suddenly began to flash a dazzling light.
Before the orc warships could rush over, a dazzling beam of light directly submerged them.
Although the invisible force field initially blocked the terrifying energy release, it completely collapsed in less than 0.1 second. The entire battleship was evaporated in an instant, and not even a trace of residue was blocked.
After all, the "waaaaagh" force field is essentially a subspace energy shield, and the star destroyer produced by Zuo Si also draws energy from the subspace.
Since both sides have the same type of energy, whoever has greater power will naturally win.
Obviously, the number of Orks on this planet is not enough to support a shield that can withstand one percent of the power of a charged Star Destroyer.
After all, "my power of thinking" has its limits.
In addition, after destroying the orc warships, the energy shock released by the main guns also affected the ground, directly wiping out hundreds of thousands of green-skinned orc troops and the battlefield from the surface of the planet.
It felt like someone had rubbed a picture with an eraser, leaving a death mark more than a thousand meters deep in its place, completely separating orcs and humans.
Almost at the same time, the railgun array was roaring wildly, launching a saturation attack directly at the charging orcs.
When these green monsters finally could no longer maintain their high morale and began to retreat, Kro calmly began to order his troops to conduct airborne operations.
In the blink of an eye, densely packed landing craft began to set off, carrying soldiers wearing power mechas and more than twenty huge magic mechas.
This landing force did not choose to land on the side close to the hive, but directly built an indestructible firepower network on the orcs' retreat route.
Especially the magic mecha with shield system and automatic repair function of spark oil, it is completely an invincible killing god on the battlefield.
Whether it was the energy weapons with amazing destructive power or the trampling damage caused by movement, they all gave the orcs the illusion of invincibility, and their morale began to further collapse and disintegrate.
The humans, on the other hand, began to cheer excitedly as if they had seen the arrival of a savior.
Because in their view, the appearance of this Titan mecha basically means that either an Astartes regiment has arrived, or Terra has finally found a way to send reinforcements to the dark side of the Empire.
No matter what the result is, it means that I am finally saved.
The planetary governor collapsed in a chair, kissing the emperor's portrait around his neck, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Reinforcements! It's reinforcements! We have finally received reinforcements! Thank you, the great and omnipresent God-Emperor! The sacred light you emit will surely illuminate the entire galaxy!"
"Yes! We are finally saved!"
The confidants were also obviously relieved, and their faces showed the joy of surviving the disaster.
As for the soldiers on the front line who were almost killed, they knelt on the ground to welcome the arrival of the "angels".
You have to know that the power mechas equipped in the Moscat fleet are the same model as those of the Astartes. There is basically no difference except for the paint job and the smaller internal control room, so it is normal to be mistaken.
"Immediately arrange for a grand welcome ceremony. We must make sure these reinforcements feel our loyalty to the Empire and the God-Emperor."
The planetary governor gave a new mission in an unquestionable tone.
The confidant obviously noticed something and hurriedly asked cautiously: "You mean..."
“Well, yes, I hope these reinforcements can stay here for a while longer.
It would be best to leave behind some supplies and industrial products such as troops or weapons and equipment.
You have to understand that once orcs appear on a planet, it is very difficult to completely wipe them out.
Perhaps for a long time in the future, we must be prepared for a long-term war with the orcs."
The planetary governor spoke his inner thoughts without any concealment.
"Understood. I'll arrange it right away."
Without saying a word, the confidant bent down and bowed deeply, then quickly left the room and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
As we all know, in the Warhammer universe, whoever can firmly grasp the right to control the air (outer space) can unscrupulously launch orbital bombardment to suppress ground forces, or even completely slaughter them.
So from the moment the orcs' warships were destroyed, the remaining orcs had become lambs to be slaughtered and had no power to resist at all.
After all, the "power of my thinking" is not something that can be imagined out of thin air, but requires the orcs themselves to truly believe in it.
It was obviously impossible for them to believe that the human warships above their heads would fall from the sky on their own, let alone believe that the artillery fire that killed countless of their own kind was ineffective.
Just the opposite!
The defeated orcs increasingly felt that the magic mechas were indestructible and that the weapons in their hands could not cause any damage to them at all.
Therefore, an extra layer of subspace protection field gradually appeared on the magic mecha, which could 100% block the energy beams and physical bullets fired by the orc weapons.
Some mechas, under the influence of the "power of my thoughts", can even lift their feet to create violent earthquakes in the surrounding area, directly shaking all enemies within a radius of hundreds of meters so that they can't even stand steadily.
In just less than an hour, most of the green-skinned orcs had been slaughtered, and the rest fled back to the wilderness or mines far away from human gathering areas.
Seeing that the situation was settled, Moscat took a landing craft to the highest level of the hive city.
The planetary governor who had been waiting for a long time immediately stepped forward and gave him a warm hug, then shouted in an extremely excited tone: "Welcome! Welcome! On behalf of all the humans on Planet Ains VI, I would like to thank you for saving us from those terrible orcs."
“You are very kind, Your Excellency the Governor.
It seems to me that warriors like you who remain at their posts even after losing contact with Holy Terra deserve to be rescued.
Previously, due to the Warp rift, the Astronomican was temporarily unable to illuminate this area on the dark side of the Empire.
What's more, we are all serving the Empire and the great God-Emperor. There is only a difference in division of labor, no distinction between high and low.
It is because of the thousands of loyal governors like you that the empire has been able to survive to this day despite being surrounded by powerful enemies."
Moscat pretended to be affectionate and patted the planetary governor on the shoulder to show encouragement.
It has to be said that his behavior instantly moved the civilians and soldiers who had little culture and knowledge to tears, as if all the previous tragic wars and sacrifices had meaning.
But the planetary governor obviously understood that this was just official rhetoric and fixed procedures, used to deceive and fool ordinary people into continuing to sacrifice their insignificant lives for the empire.
Compared to these empty words, he undoubtedly cared more about the other party's identity, so he quietly and covertly stuffed a note into Moscat's hand, pretending to be grateful, wiping his tears and complaining: "It is worth it for me to be loyal to the empire to hear your words.
You know, ever since the Great Rift appeared, I have been living in fear every day, fearing that I would not be able to fulfill the responsibilities entrusted to me by the Empire.
Especially after the arrival of the orcs, we have paid a huge sacrifice and suffered countless casualties and barely resisted for a while.
And you and your fleet saved this planet like saviors.
If you don't mind, could you tell me your name and position?"
Moscat glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand and found that it was covered with lines of tiny handwriting. It turned out to be a gift list for bribery.
Don't think this is strange.
In fact, both bribery and corruption were quite common in the empire.
Generally speaking, as long as no mistakes in principle are made, the judicial system and the court don't care about these things.
For a planetary governor, all he needs to do is to be a heretic and pay taxes on time.
After figuring out who the planetary governor was, Moscat replied with a smile, "You can call me Remor. I am a pioneer sent by Terra to investigate the dark side of the empire. I have the highest authorization from the parliament and the regent."
"Imperial Regent?"
The planetary governor was slightly stunned.
Because Robert Guilliman had not yet awakened from his slumber when the Great Rift was created, the entire Dark Side knew nothing about this matter.
Moscat nodded in a serious tone, “Yes, Imperial Regent.
His Highness Robouti Guilliman, son of the great God-Emperor and Primarch of the Ultramarines Legion, recently awakened from a ten-thousand-year slumber.
He has replaced those wastes and regained control of power. He is leading mankind on an expedition to recover the lost star regions.
It was with his help that my fleet was able to cross the Warp to the Dark Side."
"Wha…what? The Primarch has returned! The son of the great God-Emperor will once again lead humanity out of darkness?"
The planetary governor was shocked beyond words when he heard the news.
After all, to the citizens of the Empire today, the Primarchs and Emperors of ten thousand years ago were gods and demigods that only existed in myths.
Before he could recover from this heavy news, the priest of the state church hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Moscat, asking fanatically: "Is His Highness Robert Guilliman really awake? Did he bring the will of the great God-Emperor?"
"Of course he brought the will of the great God-Emperor, or he himself is the representative of the God-Emperor in this universe.
No mortal can go against the will of the Primarch, and those who have been cleared out on Terra are the best proof of this.
Rejoice now! The dark age is finally coming to an end! Let us work together to make the Empire great again!
Let mankind once again become the undisputed overlord of the entire galaxy!"
Moscat raised his hands and gave an inflammatory shout to everyone present.
Under his instigation, people who had just experienced the journey from despair to rebirth fell into complete excitement and madness.
Coupled with long-term religious brainwashing, an indescribable frenzy quickly swept the entire hive and even the planet.
Because the more people have tasted darkness, the more they desire light and hope.
The awakening of Primarch Robert Guilliman is precisely the most exciting news.
No one noticed that Moscat, the instigator, had a look of sarcasm at this moment. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised to reveal an extremely evil smile. The devil's egg hanging on his neck was constantly expanding, and the big blood-red eyeball hidden under his clothes was twisting back and forth like a shark that smelled blood.
"Sir, thank you very much for bringing such important news. If you don't mind, please allow me to invite you and your men to a banquet specially held to celebrate the victory to express my gratitude from the bottom of my heart."
After saying this, the planetary governor turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, pointing to the hall behind him that was decorated lavishly and filled with all kinds of fine wines, delicacies and beauties.
The band that had been on standby for a long time began to play beautiful music, and the celebrities who held power and wealth on the planet lined up on both sides of the entrance in gorgeous costumes and bowed in greeting.
I have to say, this is quite luxurious in terms of pomp.
Although the people at the bottom of society were still poorly clothed and hungry, and even the nutritional powder and paste made from corpses were limited in quantity, the luxurious life of the upper class was not affected at all.
The evil that came from the depths of his soul made Moscat, who already had a devil in his heart, extremely excited.
He was very sure that he could easily drag all these guys into the water, and nodded with a smile: "Since you are so kind to invite me, I will not refuse it."
"You're welcome. After all, you are the savior of me and all the humans on this planet. And I noticed that there are many transport ships in your fleet. Does this mean that there are a lot of industrial equipment and supplies inside?"
The planetary governor glanced at the huge transport ships floating overhead.
"I did bring a lot of good things, but how much you can leave behind depends on your sincerity," Moscat hinted meaningfully.
The planetary governor immediately responded with a smile: "Don't worry, the price I offer will definitely satisfy you. You should know that there are very rich mineral reserves on this planet, even those important strategic resources are no exception."
"Then I'll look forward to it."
As they spoke, the two walked shoulder to shoulder into the banquet hall on the gorgeous carpet as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for many years.
Watching his father's receding figure on the flagship through the detector, Kro couldn't help but smile with relief: "Great! It seems that everything is going as planned. Soon, we will become the most powerful family in the dark side, with huge resources, connections and networks."
"Don't be happy too soon, my brother. You should know that there is at least one bishop and a branch of the Inquisition in this star region. If father wants to achieve that grand goal, he must solve these troubles first."
A young girl who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old slowly walked out of the passage.
"You worry too much, dear sister.
Don't forget that this is not the holy land of the empire, but the dark side.
Guess how much strength will be left on each planet or even star region after losing contact and traveling at faster-than-light speed?
What's more, our plan is not to attack by force, but to force the governors to surrender through covert corruption and control.
Once my father takes over this planet, he can quickly use the other side's network to expand his influence to the entire star region."
Kro looked at this "good sister" who had been secretly competing with him, trying to win her father's favor and seize the highest right of inheritance.
Because the two of them had been trying to kill each other by poisoning and creating "accidents" for a long time, they had long begun to regard each other as thorns in their eyes and bones in their flesh.
"Hmph! Don't be careless. You have to know that father has reached some kind of deal with that unknown being that we are not aware of. If I were you, I would not let down my guard at this moment. Because if I fail, the consequences will be something that the family cannot afford."
After saying this, the woman turned around and left without even the slightest hesitation.
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