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 appear 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.
可站在旗舰指挥室内的克罗却一点也不慌张，直接头也不回的吩咐道：“主炮启动！充能百分之一！给我弄碎这些肮脏野蛮的绿皮杂碎！小心点，别连星球也一起轰碎了。”
“嘿嘿！请您放心！简章命令！主炮充能百分之一！”
“充能完毕！”
“发射倒计时！三、二、一！”
伴随着命令的传递，位于这艘战舰上的歼星炮突然开始闪烁起刺眼的强光。
还没等兽人的战舰冲上来，一道刺眼的光柱便直接将其淹没。
尽管无形的力场最开始阻挡住了恐怖的能量释放，但在不到零点一秒钟的时间后便彻底崩溃，整个战舰也在一瞬间被蒸发掉，连点渣滓都没能挡下来。
毕竟“waaaaagh”力场本质上就是一种亚空间能量护盾，而左思所生产的歼星炮同样也是从亚空间中汲取能量。
既然双方的能量类型都是同一种，那自然是谁的威力大谁赢。
很显然，光靠这颗行星上的兽人数量还不足以支撑起一个能够抵挡歼星炮百分之一充能威力的护盾。
再怎么说，“俺寻思之力”也是有极限的。
另外，在摧毁了兽人战舰之后，主炮所释放的能量冲击还波及到了地面，直接将数十万的绿皮兽人大军直接连带战场从星球表面给抹除掉了。
那感觉就像是有人用擦子在一张图画上擦了一下，并且在原地留下一个深度超过千米的死亡之痕，彻底将兽人和人类分割开。
几乎与此同时，轨道炮列阵也在疯狂的轰鸣，直接对着冲锋中的兽人就是一通饱和覆盖打击。
当这些绿皮怪物终于无法再维持高昂的斗志开始撤退的时候，克罗才不慌不忙的开始命令部队进行空降作战。
眨眼功夫，密密麻麻的登陆艇便开始搭载着身穿动力机甲的士兵，以及超过二十架巨大无比的魔能机甲出发了。
这支登陆部队没有选择在靠近巢都得一侧降落，而是直接反向在兽人撤退道路上构建起了一道坚不可摧的火力网。
尤其是拥有护盾系统和烁油自动修复功能的魔能机甲，完全就是战场上无敌的杀神。
无论是杀伤力惊人的能量武器，还是移动时产生的践踏伤害，都让兽人产生了不可战胜的错觉，士气更进一步的开始崩溃瓦解。
而人类一方则仿佛见到了救世主降临一样开始兴奋的欢呼。
因为在他们看来，这种泰坦机甲的出现意味着基本不是某个阿斯塔特战团赶到了，就是泰拉终于找到办法可以向帝国暗面派出援军。
无论结果是哪一个，都说明自己总算是得救了。
行星总督更是直接虚脱的瘫坐在椅子上，不断亲吻挂在脖子上的皇帝肖像，发自内心的赞叹道：“援军！是援军！我们终于等来了援军！感谢无所不在的伟大神皇！您所绽放的神圣光芒必将照亮整个银河！”
“是啊！我们可算是得救了！”
亲信也明显松了一口气，脸上更是露出了劫后余生的喜悦。
至于前线那些差点就要被送掉的大头兵，更是跪在地上迎接“天使”的到来。
要知道莫斯卡特舰队里装备的动力机甲可是跟阿斯塔特战团同款，除了涂装和内部控制室要小一些之外基本没什么区别，所以被认错很正常。
“立刻安排人手准备盛大的欢迎仪式，务必要让这些援军感受到我们对于帝国和神皇的忠诚。”
行星总督用不容置疑的口吻交代了一个新的任务。
亲信显然察觉到了什么，赶忙小心翼翼的试探道：“您的意思是……”
“嗯，是的，我希望这些援军能在我们这里多驻扎修正一段时间。
最好是能留下一点兵力或武器装备之类的补给品和工业品。
你要明白一旦某个星球上出现了兽人，那么想要将他们彻底赶尽杀绝是非常困难的。
可能在未来很长一段时间内，我们都要做好与兽人长期交战的思想准备。”
行星总督没有任何掩饰说出了自己内心之中的想法。
“明白了，我这就去安排。”
亲信二话不说弯下腰深深地鞠了一躬，紧跟着便快步离开房间消失在走廊尽头。
众所周知，在战锤宇宙中，谁能牢牢掌握制空（外太空）权，谁就能肆无忌惮的发动轨道轰炸压制地面部队，甚至是彻底将其屠戮殆尽。
所以从兽人的战舰被摧毁那一刻起，其余兽人就已经沦为了待宰的羔羊，根本没有半点反抗之力。
毕竟“俺寻思之力”可不是凭空想象，而是要兽人们自己真的相信才行。
他们显然不可能相信头上这些人类战舰会自己从天上掉下来，更不会相信那些杀死了无数同类的炮击是无效的。
刚好相反！
溃败中的兽人越来越觉得那些魔能机甲是坚不可摧的，自己手中的武器根本无法对其造成任何伤害。
所以魔能机甲上渐渐出现了额外一层亚空间防护力场，百分之百将兽人武器发射的能量束和实体子弹挡在外面。
甚至有些机甲在“俺寻思之力”作用下，能够抬起脚在周围制造出剧烈的地震，直接把周围上百米范围内的敌人全部震得站都站不稳。
仅仅不到一个小时的功夫，浩浩荡荡的绿皮兽人就已经被屠杀的七七八八，剩下的也都逃回远离人类聚集区的荒野或矿坑里。
眼见大局已定，莫斯卡特这才乘坐登陆艇来到巢都的最高层。
早已等候多时的行星总督立马上前先是给了他一个热情的拥抱，然后用无比激动的语气高呼：“欢迎！欢迎您的到来！我仅代表艾恩斯六号行星的全体人类感谢您从那些可怕的兽人手上拯救了我们。”
“您真是太客气了，总督阁下。
在我看来像您这样即便是在失去与神圣泰拉的联系还仍旧坚守在自己岗位上的勇士，理所当然应该获得救援。
之前只是由于亚空间裂隙的关系，导致星炬暂时无法照亮这片位于帝国暗面的区域。
更何况我们都是在为帝国和伟大的神皇效力，只有分工不同没有高低贵贱之分。
正是拥有千千万万个你这样忠诚的总督，帝国才能在强敌环绕之下坚持到今天。”
莫斯卡特故意装出一副饱含深情的样子拍了拍行星总督的肩膀以示鼓励。
不得不说，他的这幅做派瞬间让那些没有什么文化和知识的平民、大头兵感动的泪流满面，仿佛之前惨烈的战争和牺牲都有了意义。
可行星总督显然明白这完全就是在打官腔、走固定流程，用来欺骗和愚弄普通人继续为帝国献上自己不值一提的生命。
相比起这些空话，他无疑更关心对方的身份，于是不动声色用十分隐蔽的方式将一张纸条塞进莫斯卡特的手中，同时摆出一副感激涕零的样子，一边抹着眼泪一边诉苦道：“能听到您这番话，我就算是为帝国尽忠也值了。
要知道自从大裂隙出现之后，我每天都生活在提心吊胆之中，生怕无法完成帝国所交付的责任。
尤其是兽人到来之后，我们已经付出了巨大的牺牲和无数的伤亡勉强抵挡了一段时间。
而您和您的舰队就如同救世主般拯救了这颗星球。
如果不介意的话，能告诉我您的名字和所担任的职务吗？”
莫斯卡特低头撇了一眼手上的纸条，发现上边密密麻麻写着一行行蝇头小字，原来是一份用来进行贿赂的礼单。
千万不要觉得这很奇怪。
事实上不管是行贿还是受贿在帝国都是相当常见的事情。
一般来说只要不犯原则上的错误，司法系统和审判庭才不在乎这些呢。
对于行星总督，只要满足不是异端、能按时缴税这两点就可以了。
搞清楚眼前这位行星总督是个什么货色之后，莫斯卡特面带微笑的回答道：“你可以称呼我为雷莫尔，我是泰拉专门派出前来帝国暗面打探情况的先锋，拥有来自议会和摄政的最高授权。”
“帝国摄政？”
行星总督微微愣了一下。
因为在大裂隙诞生的时候，罗伯特·基里曼还没有从沉睡中醒来，所以整个暗面对这件事情是一无所知。
莫斯卡特故作严肃的点了点头：“是的，帝国摄政。
伟大神皇的子嗣、极限战士军团的基因原体罗伯特·基里曼殿下，最近从长达万年的沉睡中醒来了。
他已经取代原来那些废物重新掌控了权利，正在带领人类发起一场远征，不断收复那些丢失的星区。
正是在他的推动下，我的舰队才能横跨亚空间来到暗面。”
“什……什么？基因原体又回来了！伟大神皇的子嗣将再次领导人类走出黑暗？”
行星总督听到这个消息震惊的无以复加。
毕竟对于现如今的帝国子民来说，一万年前的原体和皇帝那都只存在于神话故事中的神与半神。
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.