"What loyalty and courage! The Supreme God-Emperor will surely protect their souls!"
A commander of the Astartes Chapter could not help but sigh as he watched the Nurgle army being defeated by the charge of the Death Korps of Krieg.
Because if the attacks of mortal these armies could only be described as tragic in the past, now they can be described as heroic.
Although they still carry the "XIV" heavy laser guns and shotguns that are famous for being difficult to maintain, and they will equip the front with bayonets when charging, the threat they can pose to the enemy has increased by dozens or even dozens of orders of magnitude.
As long as they rush close, these soldiers who regard death as their final destination will drop their weapons, directly activate the desperate virus in their bodies and turn into fire men emitting terrifying high temperatures and pounce on the opponent.
Because they have nearly unlimited regenerative abilities, they don't have to worry about getting injured.
If you can maintain close combat for a short period of time, you can burn the enemy to death alive.
Of course, if an Astartes encounters a demon that is too powerful or throws himself into the arms of a Chaos God and is killed, he can simply let his high-temperature body break through the critical point and turn into a self-destructing bomb before he dies.
So at this moment it can be clearly seen that on the front line where the Death Legion of Krieg and the army of Nurgle come into contact, there are violent flames and explosions on average every second.
And that was the last and brightest light of life that each Krieg soldier emitted before his death.
Only they can maximize the power of the Extremis virus as a human bomb.
Otherwise, if it were an ordinary mortal army, it would have chosen to retreat or completely collapse in the face of huge casualties.
After all, survival is a primitive instinct engraved in biological genes.
Especially when seeing comrades around you falling and dying one after another, the strong visual, auditory and olfactory impact will greatly amplify the negative emotions in your heart.
At times like this, you need to rely on iron discipline, willpower that overrides instinct, and faith to fight back.
Therefore, no matter in which world, there will always be only a very small number of heroes and martyrs who can truly face death with courage.
Once they appear, their deeds are very likely to be written into history or become widely circulated stories or poems.
You know, even for an empire with endless troops, the Krieg Death Korps is unique.
Their loyalty to the Emperor of Mankind and their fighting spirit without fear of death and sacrifice are even greater than those of most Astartes Space Marines.
Yes, you read that right.
For even an Astartes can be corrupted by the forces of Chaos, or surrender to the enemy (looking at you, Tau Astartes Auxilia, disgrace to the Space Marines).
But since the internal rebellion, the Krieg Death Corps has never encountered a similar situation.
Not only that, what is even more outrageous is that no matter how huge the casualties they suffer, they will never be defeated or choose a strategic retreat, but will meticulously carry out the original orders until the last person is dead.
Such outrageous execution ability made the imperial military love and hate them.
What I hate is that these guys are so stubborn and inflexible. Sometimes they could have conserved their strength and waited for support, but they ended up exhausting themselves.
What's even more outrageous is that if any officer dared to stop them from being loyal to the Divine Emperor, he might be killed on the grounds of being disloyal, and then he would have to rush forward and fight the enemy to the death.
What I love is that these troops from the Death Planet are really brave and brave, and they are always the most trustworthy subordinates in war.
The only question is how to make the most of their fearlessness and bravery.
Many generals and staff officers were racking their brains over this.
But now everyone realizes that the desperate virus provided by the Empire's allies has perfectly solved this problem.
After all, isn't it the ridiculously high casualties of the Krieg Death Corps that bothers them? There are even many troops whose soldiers have only survived the war for a few months and can be called "veterans", and more than 80% of them will die within a year.
But as long as they can inflict more casualties on the enemy before dying, that's fine.
In war, there will always be casualties.
How could an empire, which is itself a war machine full of militarism, really care about the lives of ordinary soldiers?
In the eyes of decision makers, a large population is just a renewable resource. No matter how many people die, they are just a series of cold numbers.
But they must die with value! Today's Krieg Death Corps has done this perfectly.
Similarly, the top leaders of the Empire, which possesses the largest population resources in the entire galaxy, also realized that the Extremis virus is simply an absolute artifact, which is much more useful than virus bombs, whirlwind torpedoes, nuclear warheads, macro cannons, and light spears.
The most important thing is that this biological weapon is cheap enough to fully utilize the overwhelming advantage of its own population base.
You can even directly create a whole new type of soldier.
They don't need to be equipped with any weapons, they just need to inject the desperate virus into their bodies and then rush towards the enemy under the cover of long-range firepower.
You have to know that although the Empire is a superpower spanning the galaxy, its weapons and equipment have always been quite poor.
Especially after entering the 40th millennium, both the technological level and production and manufacturing capabilities have experienced a significant regression.
The supply of weapons and ammunition was also extremely tight. Even the Astartes Chapter often lacked supplies, not to mention the situation of the mortal auxiliaries, which could only be described as appalling.
That's why we attach great importance to something like the Extremis virus, which can turn ordinary people into a deadly weapon instantly after being injected.
In addition to providing it to the military, it can also be distributed to all star regions as a strategic reserve.
In this way, even if the area is suddenly invaded by foreign enemies, there is no need to worry too much about them becoming food for the Tyranids, or being infected by the power of the Warp and becoming accomplices of the Chaos God.
Just inject everyone into the system and turn them into human bombs, and die together with the enemy.
In any case, facing such vicious enemies as the Tyranids, Orks, and Warp Demons, civilians had no chance of escape.
Rather than being wantonly slaughtered like livestock, it is better to die in a more dignified way.
Imagine if hundreds of billions of people in a hive world were instantly transformed into supermen who could release high-temperature flames. How much damage could they inflict on the enemy in the resistance?
It is possible that the enemy would be engulfed by fierce flames and explosions before they could complete the occupation.
This only needs to happen a few dozen times before the Tyranids will completely lose interest in humans.
Because these cost-conscious guys never do business at a loss.
As long as they realize that the cost and reward are not proportional, they will choose to give up without hesitation.
By the same token, even the so-called infinite number of Warp Demons would be helpless in this situation.
After all, although their numbers are countless, it is not easy for them to enter the material universe on a large scale.
"The Empire must master the method of manufacturing this biological weapon! No matter what the cost!"
A male officer standing at the front line of the newly built fortifications spoke out his true thoughts with a serious face.
Another older woman standing next to him nodded in agreement: “I totally agree.
This weapon is subversive to the overall strength of the empire.
It would unleash the human species' overwhelming advantage in size and numbers, allowing us to transform our vast population into a weapon that would terrify our enemies.
Even unarmed civilians, with just one injection, can immediately threaten Warp demons and Astartes traitors who have defected to the Chaos evil gods.
The only two problems now are how to get that powerful and mysterious ally to hand over the manufacturing technology of this thing to us, and how to ensure that it will not be used by the enemy. "
"This is something the Regent needs to consider. What we need to do now is to win the Plague War and banish all these damned demons and traitors back to the warp."
When saying this, the male officer's eyes revealed naked and undisguised murderous intent.
The charge launched by the Krieg Death Corps opened up a relatively safe area for subsequent landing troops. Millions of troops and a large number of fully automatic modular building materials used to build fortifications were airdropped here in a short period of time.
At present, not only has the high-strength composite armored exterior wall been erected, but the void shield and large-caliber fortress cannons have also been deployed.
This means that the Empire can continuously transport troops and logistical supplies to the ground.
As long as the fleet can completely cut off the enemy's support from outer space, the Nurgle forces on this planet will soon be cleared out, just like all the enemies that were defeated and destroyed in previous expeditions.
Ever since the Primarch returned and signed a contract of alliance with Zuo Si in the name of the God-Emperor, the originally precarious situation of the entire empire has been quickly reversed.
The latter not only expanded from one star zone to more than a dozen star zones in more than a hundred years, but also experienced explosive growth in the population under its rule, and it seemed like it had the shape of a second empire.
You should know that within the empire's administrative system, the range of a standard star region usually ranges from hundreds to thousands of light years in radius.
The diameter of the entire solar system is only 3.7 light-years, and the distance from the Earth to the nearest star system, Alpha Centauri, is only less than 4.4 light-years.
This shows how vast the scope of a star region is.
Given the star density of the Milky Way, there are thousands or even tens of thousands of star systems within a few hundred light years.
Perhaps in the eyes of the Human Empire, the environment of most planets is not suitable for human colonization, but for Zuo Si, who has mastered the technology of planetary environment transformation and oil, these are obviously not big problems.
The most important thing is its terrifying level of technology and manufacturing capabilities, which provide more than 70 percent of the logistical supplies for the expeditionary fleet.
Thousands of heavy battleships for decisive battles alone were provided, and the Titan mechas known as "God's Machines" could be replenished immediately no matter how much damage was done.
In this situation where there are almost unlimited troops and as many weapons and equipment as one wants, any commander who is not a moron can win.
What's more, it was the Primarch himself who was in charge.
So even though this is the climax of the Warp's invasion of the physical universe in ten thousand years, and the well-trained and well-equipped Chaos army even threatened the safety of Terra at one point, no one would doubt that the Empire will win the final victory in this war.
Just as the human army successfully established a stronghold and began to attack Nurgle, on the Macragge's Glory far away in outer space orbit, Robert Guilliman was reading the report provided by the mechanical priests accompanying the army with a serious face.
After a few minutes, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "What is the scope of application of this biological weapon called the Extremis virus?"
"It's so large that it encompasses almost all animals and even plants."
The Mechanical Priest gave a straightforward answer.
"So our enemies could theoretically use it, too?"
The corners of Robert Guilliman's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.
He could already imagine what a horrific scene it would be if this thing was obtained by the Orcs and the Tyranids.
The Mechanical Priest nodded quickly: “Yes.
As long as our enemies can obtain the manufacturing technology, they may be able to use it to cause great harm to the Empire.
And according to our research, the manufacturing technology of this thing is not complicated.
Especially after large-scale mass production, the cost of each one can be almost negligible.
It is like an extremely sharp double-edged sword, which can inflict devastating damage to the enemy, but can also hurt ourselves."
"Okay, I understand."
Robert Guilliman waved his hand gently to signal the other party that they could leave.
The Mechanical Priest bowed his head, then turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor outside the door.
After he was completely gone, the Primarch stood up from his chair and looked outside at the fleet that was still conducting crazy orbital bombardment. He sighed softly: "Alas - you really gave me a difficult problem."
"Why, you don't like my gift?
You must know that the Extremis virus is the best weapon to fight against the Nurgle plague, no doubt about it.
Because most bacteria and viruses, even diseases spawned by the subspace, are unlikely to survive in an environment above three thousand degrees Celsius.
Not to mention it grants the user nearly unlimited healing and regeneration abilities."
Zuo Si's ethereal figure suddenly appeared in the room out of thin air, with a teasing and playful smile on his face.
Needless to say, during the time when the human empire launched the Indomitable Crusade, he finally completed his in-depth research on the warp and can now make full use of this interesting energy.
The cross-universe consciousness projection that ignores distance is the most representative spell among them.
Most of the high-ranking officials within the Empire did not know that Regent Robert Guilliman actually communicated with Zuo Si for at least ten minutes on average every day.
Including but not limited to asking for more support, weapons, ammunition and supplies, discussing the ruling method and unique social ecology centered on the Botas sector, and how the Empire degenerated from the glory of the 30th millennium to the dark age of the 40th millennium, and why the Imperial truth was eventually replaced by ignorant and stupid religions.
Occasionally, there is a detailed analysis of what the emperor who sits on the golden throne is now.
If the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy heard the conversation between the two, they would probably explode on the spot. It was too blasphemous and disloyal.
But Robert Guilliman didn't care about it.
Because he had never regarded the emperor, his genetic father, as a god, and he very much enjoyed being able to find a rational and intelligent life standing in a higher dimension to confide his truest thoughts.
Therefore, those who deliberately try to sow discord between the two are completely doing nothing.
Robert Guilliman even felt that his father, the Emperor, was deliberately pushing the Empire slowly into the abyss of destruction, and then allowing mankind to completely break away from the darkness, corruption and depravity of the past and embrace a brighter and better future.
Thinking of this, he said without looking back: "It's not a question of whether I like it or not, but it is very likely to be used by various enemies."
Zuo Si sneered and asked back: "Ha! Have you forgotten that any weapon that appears on the battlefield will inevitably be seized by the enemy and then reverse-engineered? But who would be so stupid as not to put those advanced weapons and equipment into the war?
Therefore, technology leakage has never been a problem, as long as we increase the difficulty of cracking it.
For example, making the Extremis virus only applicable to the human genome.
I think it would not be difficult to achieve this with the technical reserves of the Mechanicus in biological and genetic technology.
What's more, you can also ask Belisarius Cawl to conduct further research and development on this basis, and even inject it into all mortal auxiliaries and Astartes as a enhancer.
Who in the entire galaxy will be able to stop humanity's progress by then?"
"But what about the Chaos Gods in the Subspace? They will definitely find ways to corrupt these legions and turn them into their tentacles that extend into the physical universe."
Robert Guilliman expressed his deepest concerns.
There was no way out. The shadow left by the Horus Heresy was too great.
The Human Empire was at its peak at that time, but suddenly, almost half of its fleets and legions rebelled overnight, and the originally good situation fell apart.
The Primarch simply couldn't imagine how serious the situation would be if the Astartes and the mortal auxiliaries injected with the Extremis virus staged a similar rebellion again under the erosion of Chaos forces.
"Don't worry. The Chaos Gods in the Warp will soon have no time to care about what happens in the physical universe."
Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a creepy smile.
Robert Guilliman's expression changed slightly. He turned around abruptly and asked tentatively in an uncertain tone: "You and my father, don't you think you want to..."
"Haha, since the Chaos God can invade the physical universe, why can't we invade the subspace in return?
It's time to give Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle and Tzeentch a little shock! You didn't think your father and I had done nothing in all these years? We have been preparing in secret more than you can imagine.
You know, I'm not a person who likes to be beaten passively.
Since those evil gods don't want humans to have peace, why not just let the entire subspace burn together!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si raised his hand and released a psychic magic at the Primarch.
In a flash!
Robert Guilliman "saw" trillions of psionic Astartes Space Marines hidden deep underground on each planet, as well as thousands of satellites and planets that had long been hollowed out and transformed into super fortresses, and countless warships, mechas, and various New Phyrexian creations born for war.
These people were all Astartes and brave mortal legions who died in the Ten Thousand Years of Darkness.
Under the shining of a cold sun, they are ready to go, covered in terrifying psychic flames.
It took only a split second for Robouti Guilliman to realize what this meant.
It turned out that the Emperor and Zuo Si had already begun planning to declare an all-out war on the Chaos God, extending the flames of war from the physical universe to the subspace, bringing ruthless killing and death to those demons.
They want to seize the power in the Devouring Warp that originally belonged to Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle and Tzeentch.
If successful, all Chaos Evil Gods will suffer an unprecedented heavy blow and will be in a weak state for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
And humans in the physical universe will have a chance to reshape themselves.
The most important thing is that he was kept in the dark about such a grand and amazing plan! "When did it start?"
After the spell effect disappeared, Robert Guilliman immediately raised his head and stared at the shadow floating in front of him, his eyes revealing undisguised horror.
If the huge legion of cursed troops gathered by the Emperor in the Warp was still within a reasonable range, then the fact that the other party could quietly build an army capable of sweeping the entire galaxy while expanding the population and providing supplies for the expeditionary force was truly beyond his comprehension.
Because even an empire with a vast territory and countless forging planets cannot produce so many war weapons in thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
However, Zuo Si easily accomplished a feat with his own strength that even the emperor himself could not accomplish during his reign.
You know, the Primarch has always believed that it is quite difficult for the other party to maintain such a large population enjoying high welfare while providing material supplies to the expedition fleet.
Especially the million-strong clone Astartes Legion that is currently fighting against the armies of Tzeentch and Khorne in the dark side of the Empire. The daily war costs alone are an astronomical figure.
Robert Guilliman even worried at one point that the other side would not be able to hold on.
But what is the result?
These forces that are displayed on the surface are not even one million or even one ten-millionth of their actual strength!
He really wanted to figure out how the other party did it.
Zuo Si smiled and replied, “Of course from the beginning.
Why do you think the Emperor asked his living saint, Celestine, to bring me all the Primarch samples? Just to give you some extra Astartes Legions to deal with the crisis of the Empire? The answer is obviously no.
He had only one intention, and that was to create a massive army that could set the entire subspace on fire.
Although we have not met each other so far, we can understand each other's thoughts and ideas.
Isn’t it amazing?
In addition, these Space Marines you see are not actually Astartes in the traditional sense.
Rather, it is a magical clone that is the result of optimized and reorganized genes of the Primarch or even the Emperor himself. It is a creation that is a combination of Warp magic and biotechnology.
I even threw in a little bit of fun in there.”
"So when are you going to start?"
Robert Guilliman's originally steady arms began to tremble slightly.
Because he knew very well how severe the impact would be on the entire galaxy once this war broke out.
To put it bluntly, in the face of a true war in the Warp, even the Horus Heresy that dealt a heavy blow to the Imperium could not be compared to it in scale.
If it weren't for the fact that creatures in the warp could not easily enter the physical universe, the entire galaxy would have been occupied by demons.
Zuo Si's shadow slowly floated to the window and looked at the fierce battle that broke out on the surface of the distant planet, as well as the Scourge stars in the distance that were occupied by Nurgle's corruption. He responded in a meaningful tone: "The war has already begun since the moment you arrived here. It's just that the emperor and I are waiting for an appropriate opportunity to intervene."
"What kind of chance?"
Roboute Guilliman was clearly eager to learn more details about this mad plan.
"Of course it is a chance to severely injure or even kill Nurgle himself.
Of course, this may require you to make some insignificant sacrifices and reminisce with your former good brother, the current Demon Primarch Mortarion.
Okay, enough of the small talk, I have more important things to do.
Anyway, I have given you the key to fight the warp plague, and it is up to you how you use it. "
After saying that, Zuo Si's shadow quickly dissipated into the air, leaving no trace except for a small amount of remaining spiritual energy, as if he had never appeared at all.
Robert Guilliman stood there digesting the explosive information mentioned in the previous conversation and letting his super brain work frantically.
But unfortunately, since the human empire does not know much about the subspace, he cannot analyze the direction and outcome of this war.
The only thing that is certain is that the emperor and Zuo Si were making a huge gamble.
"Let the entire subspace burn..."
The Primarch repeated this sentence in a low voice, and suddenly felt an inexplicable restlessness in his heart.
Obviously, his subspace essence keenly sensed something.
But unfortunately, Robert Guilliman has always been resisting this power and has never received any training in Warp psychic powers, so he cannot understand the reasons behind this restlessness.
…
At the same time, far away on the dark side of the empire, on a planet close to the edge of the galactic rift.
Moscat, who has been disguising himself as a wandering trader, is planning his final demon ascension ceremony.
After a hundred years of continuously spreading corruption and depravity, the devil's egg in his hand has finally matured completely, revealing an extremely evil and profound aura. It is time to absorb it and complete the transformation of life and even soul.
But the most important thing is that Moscat's body can no longer hold on.
Although he has used many techniques to extend his lifespan, he is now about 160 to 170 years old and looks extremely old.
Although theoretically living to over 200 years old is not a big problem, he can no longer enjoy any pleasure through this body.
Whether it is alcohol, tobacco, or other addictive drugs, or young and beautiful women.
So Moscat decided to sacrifice all his children and descendants.
In order to achieve this goal, he specially held a birthday party and said that he would announce the next heir of the family at the climax of the party.
Right now, these descendants who know nothing about the truth are gathering together and doing their best to please him, fantasizing about soaring to the sky and ruling this prosperous and huge family, and then gaining tremendous power and wealth.
Little did he know that from the moment he stepped into the hall, his life had entered the final countdown.
"Great great grandfather, I wish you a happy one hundred and sixty-eighth birthday. This is a humble little gift, I hope you enjoy it."
A beautiful sixteen-year-old girl in a white dress politely presented a beautifully wrapped gift with both hands, her eyes revealing respect and admiration.
Because as a descendant of the family, she had heard her parents tell the legendary story of how her great-grandfather went from being a planetary governor in a remote area to leading the family to the vast area of the dark side that now spans the entire empire.
Even the Imperial Regent admired it, and when necessary, he could even dispatch ten real Astartes regiments of 10,000 men to launch a devastating attack on the enemy.
The number of knight mechas equipped by the family alone reached as many as five thousand, and there were also two hundred Titan mechas.
As for the elite soldiers equipped with ordinary power mechas, there are hundreds of millions of them.
There were more than 200 family members on the scene holding the title of planetary governor.
Even in the long history of the human empire, there has only been a handful of families that have expanded to this extent in just one generation.
So no matter who it is, when they mention Moscat, they will involuntarily give a thumbs up and express admiration.
Because he is the most legendary figure in the empire after the fortieth millennium, and he is the key to the dark side of the empire being able to survive until now without a large-scale collapse.
Even the Rogue Traders' trade licenses were replaced with ones issued personally by Regent Roboute Guilliman.
Moreover, Moscat was very "loyal". He not only transported large quantities of scarce necessities to various star regions and planets, but also sent food, weapons and ammunition to those Astartes regiments that had been without supplies for a long time.
His family fleet played a crucial role in several important battles.
Anyone who is not a fool can foresee that this family will inevitably occupy a very important position in the future political landscape of the empire.
Therefore, his descendants also benefited from it.
The best of them even became star district governors or fleet commanders.
"Thank you, I like your gift very much."
Moscat opened the package and took a look, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on his old face.
Because the gift brought by this lovely great-granddaughter was a captured Eldar slave, to be exact, a beautiful woman whose age could not be determined.
This is one of the few toys that can arouse some sexual interest in him.
After all, the Eldar in the Warhammer universe may be the closest to the elves in some anime plots.
Not only are they emotionally rich, but their bodies and sensory organs are also extremely sensitive. They will inevitably feel pleasant pleasure with just the slightest external stimulation, even if it is humiliation or infringement from the enemy.
What's even more outrageous is that during the conception process, the woman must have the man continuously inject genetic material for a long period of time, at least more than a year.
Due to physical aging, Moscat had lost certain abilities when he was about 140 years old, so he could only satisfy his dark, twisted and morbid desires by torturing and abusing women.
The Eldar women were very much in love with him because of their extremely intense reactions during the entire process.
The only regret is that it dies a bit too quickly and becomes completely broken after just a few plays.
If it were in the past, Moscat would definitely give this great-granddaughter a huge reward.
But unfortunately, today is the demon exaltation ceremony, and all the heirs in the hall must die, so he did not make any further expressions.
The girl was obviously a little disappointed, but she still maintained a hypocritical smile, bowed, and then turned around and returned to the lively banquet.
In the next few hours, the rest of the descendants also came forward to present the gifts they had carefully prepared.
No one noticed that the strange dark lines and patterns on the ground were becoming more and more obvious and brighter.
Of course, even if they noticed it, they would only regard it as a unique decoration.
After the gift-presenting session was over, Moscat finally stood up slowly from his own chair, glanced at the children gathered together with a cold look, and then coughed loudly.
"cough!
My children! I am sure you have all heard the reason why I am holding this birthday party.
As I get older, I feel more and more that I am no longer able to lead my family on the right path.
So for the future of the family, I decided to choose a suitable successor.
To ensure fairness, I specially prepared a fair selection game.
No matter who it is, as long as he can win the final victory, he will be the next head of the family.
Regardless of gender, seniority or age."
As these words came out, there was an uproar at the scene.
Especially those sons and daughters who had been waiting for hundreds of years immediately expressed strong dissatisfaction and protest.
Because under normal circumstances, they are the strongest candidates and the ones closest to the throne of the head of the family.
But now, my old and confused father actually wants to conduct a fair selection through games. How can this be tolerated?
In contrast, those younger generations who originally had no chance all had shining eyes and loudly praised the wisdom of this legendary ancestor.
Facts have proved that in the face of huge interests, family affection, love, and blood ties are all bullshit.
The reason why many ordinary families can maintain harmony is mainly because there is really no property worth fighting over.
Facing the chaotic scene, Moscat ignored it and directly pressed the button to close all the exits of the entire building. He then pointed to the various swords, spears, halberds and other cold weapons hanging on the wall and said: "In this chaotic and dangerous era, it takes extraordinary courage and determination to lead a family. So my selection method is also very simple, that is, whoever survives to the end will be the next head of the family."
"What? You mean for us to kill each other? Are you crazy?"
The eldest son, who was also not young, was questioned in astonishment.
In response, Moscat simply gave a contemptuous smile.
The next second...
Poof! A sharp sword pierced directly through the eldest son's chest.
The latter struggled to endure the severe pain and turned his head to take a look, only to find that the person who did it was his beloved youngest son.
"Why...why are you doing this?"
"I'm sorry, father, I also want to become the head of the family and inherit this great family."
After saying that, the "filial son" drew his sword, pushed his old father into a pool of blood, and slashed at his eldest sister with his backhand.
With him as the instigator, the originally harmonious and friendly family banquet instantly turned into a bloody battlefield.
It must be said that the descendants of Moscat were well trained, and both men and women showed quite good fighting spirit and cold weapon combat skills.
Especially those ladies who had been well-mannered before, after realizing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they tore off their disguises, took off their inconvenient skirts and high heels, revealing large areas of snow-white and attractive skin, and joined the battlefield like Valkyries.
Because they have received a certain degree of strengthening and transformation, their performance is no worse than that of men. Some of them have even started to kill people everywhere and chopped down several brothers and uncles.
The pungent smell of blood and the tragic scene shocked the captured Eldar female to the point of being speechless.
She simply couldn't believe that this old human was so crazy that he actually let his own offspring kill each other.
Could this guy be a follower of the Blood God Khorne?
But Moscat took a sip of the wine glass without any hurry, and asked with a smile: "I think you must be very curious about my motive for doing this, right?"
The Eldar woman nodded subconsciously: "Yes, I think any normal person would be surprised by your inexplicable behavior."
"Nothing surprising. Haven't you noticed that I'm sacrificing their lives and souls?"
As he spoke, Moscat took out the devil's egg that he always wore around his neck.
moment!
The blood flowing in the entire room suddenly seemed to be attracted by some force, gathering towards his feet at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was finally absorbed by the scarlet egg.
Thump! Thump! Thump! A sound like a heartbeat came from inside.
The indescribable mental infection began to terrorize the Eldar women.
She noticed that the humans fighting in the hall suddenly became extremely bloodthirsty and crazy as if they had lost their minds...
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