"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 these mortal 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 realise 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.
而处在实体宇宙的人类将获得一次重塑自身的机会。
最重要的是，如此大的手笔和惊天计划自己居然被蒙在鼓里一无所知！ “从什么时候开始的？”
等法术效果消失之后，罗伯特·基里曼立刻抬起头注视着漂浮在面前的虚影，眼神中透露出无法掩饰的惊骇。
如果说皇帝在亚空间聚集的庞大咒缚军团还尚在合理范围之内，那么对方在一边扩张人口、同时为远征军提供补给的同时，还能不声不响打造一支足以横扫整个银河系的军队，就着实是超出了他的理解范畴。
因为即便是拥有庞大疆域和无数铸造星球的帝国，也没办法在几千年乃至上万年的时间里生产处如此多的战争兵器。
可左思仅凭一个人的力量就轻而易举完成了即便是皇帝本人统治时期都无法完成的壮举。
要知道原体一直以来都认为，对方能在维持如此庞大人口享受高福利的同时还给远征舰队提供物资补给已经相当不容易了。
尤其是那百万规模正在帝国暗面四处救火对抗奸奇和恐虐大军的克隆阿斯塔特军团，光每天的战争消耗简直就是个天文数字。
罗伯特·基里曼甚至一度担心对方会维持不下去。
可结果呢？
这些被摆在明面上的力量甚至还不到其真实势力的百万乃至千万分之一！
他很想要搞清楚对方究竟是怎么做到的。
左思笑着回答道：“当然是从一开始。
你以为皇帝让手下的活圣人——塞莱斯汀为我带来了所有的基因原体样本是为了什么？ 仅仅是让我给你提供一些额外的阿斯塔特军团来应对帝国的危机吗？ 答案显然是否定的。
他的意思只有一个，那就是打造一支能够让整个亚空间燃烧起来的庞大军队。
虽然到目前为止我们还没有见过面，但却能理解对方的想法和心思。
很神奇不是吗？
另外你看到的这些星际战士，实际上根本不是传统意义上的阿斯塔特。
而是对原体乃至皇帝本人的基因进行优化重组后的魔法克隆，是亚空间魔法与生物技术相结合的造物。
我甚至还在里边掺入了一点有趣的东西。”
“那你们打算什么时候动手？”
罗伯特·基里曼原本沉稳无比的手臂开始出现轻微的颤抖。
因为他很清楚这场战争一旦打响会对整个银河系造成多么剧烈的冲击。
说句难听点的，在真正的亚空间战争面前，哪怕是对帝国造成重创的荷鲁斯大叛乱在规模上也远远无法与之相媲美。
如果不是亚空间生物无法轻易进入实体宇宙，整个银河系遭际已经被恶魔所占据了。
左思的虚影缓缓漂浮到窗边望着远处行星地表爆发的激烈战斗，还有远处被纳垢腐化占领的天灾群星，用意味深长的语气回应道：“从你抵达这里的那一刻，战争就已经开始了。只不过我和皇帝都在等待一个适当的介入机会。”
“什么样机会？”
罗伯特·基里曼明显渴望了解更多关于这个疯狂计划的细节。
“当然是能够重创甚至是杀死一次纳垢的本尊的机会。
当然，这可能需要你做出一点微不足道的牺牲，顺便跟曾经的好兄弟、现如今的恶魔原体莫塔利安叙叙旧。
好了，闲聊到此为止，我还有更重要的事情需要去做。
反正我已经把对抗亚空间瘟疫的钥匙交给了你，至于究竟要怎么用就看你自己的了。”
说罢，左思的虚影便迅速消散在空气中，除了残留的少量灵能之外根本没有留下一丁点痕迹，就好像完全没有出现过一样。
罗伯特·基里曼则站在原地消化着刚才谈话中提到的爆炸性信息，并让自己的超级大脑疯狂运转。
但遗憾的是由于人类帝国对于亚空间的了解并不多，所以他并不能分析出这场战争的走向和结果。
唯一可以确定就是皇帝和左思两人在进行一场豪赌。
“让整个亚空间燃烧起来……”
原体低声将这句话重复了一遍，内心之中突然产生了一丝莫名的躁动。
很显然，他的亚空间本质敏锐的察觉到了什么。
但可惜的是，罗伯特·基里曼一直都在抗拒这股力量，从来也没有进行过任何亚空间灵能的训练，所以并不能理解这种躁动背后的原因。
……
与此同时，远在帝国暗面其中某个靠近银河大裂隙边缘的星球上。
一直以行商浪人身份作为伪装的莫斯卡特，正在谋划着自己最后的升魔仪式。
经过长达百年持续不断的散播腐化与堕落，他手中那颗魔鬼之卵终于完全成熟，透露着无比邪恶深邃的气息，是时候将其吸收完成生命乃至灵魂的蜕变了。
不过最重要的还是莫斯卡特的身体有些撑不住了。
尽管他使用了很多延长寿命的技术，但现如今也已经有一百六七十岁，整个人看上去已经异常苍老。
虽然理论上活到两百岁以上并不是什么太大的问题，可却已经无法通过这具身体再享受到任何欢愉。
无论是酒精、烟草、还是其他成瘾性的药物，又或者年轻美丽的女人。
所以莫斯卡特决定献祭自己所有的子嗣和后代。
为了实现这目标，他特地举办了一场庆生会，并表示要在这场宴会达到高潮的时候宣布家族的下一任继承者。
眼下这些对真相一无所知的子嗣们正齐聚一堂竭尽所能讨他欢心，幻想着能一飞冲天统治这个蒸蒸日上的庞大家族，进而获得滔天的权势与财富。
殊不知从踏进大厅的那一刻起，自己的生命就已经进入了最后的倒计时。
“伟大的曾祖父，祝愿您一百六十八岁生日快乐。这是一份微不足道的小礼物，希望您喜欢。”
一名身穿洁白长裙的十六岁美丽少女，彬彬有礼将一份包装精美的礼物双手奉上，眼神中透露出尊敬与崇拜。
因为作为家族的后辈，她出生起就听到父母讲述关于这位曾祖父究竟是如何从一名偏远地区的行星总督，将家族带到现如今横跨整个帝国暗面庞大区域的传奇经历。
甚至就连帝国摄政都对其赞赏有加，必要的时候甚至能调来十支整整一万人的真正阿斯塔特战团对敌人发动毁灭性打击。
光是家族装备的骑士机甲数量就达到了五千之多，同时还有两百台泰坦机甲。
至于装备普通动力机甲的精锐士兵更是有上亿之多。
现场就有两百余名家族的成员顶着行星总督的头衔。
即便是在人类帝国漫长的历史中，能靠仅仅一代人就膨胀到这种程度的家族也绝无仅有。
所以不管是谁，提起莫斯卡特都会不由自主的伸出一根大拇指说声佩服。
因为他就是第四十个千年之后帝国最富有传奇性的人物，更是帝国暗面能够支撑到现在没有出现大规模崩溃的关键。
就连行商浪人的贸易许可证都换成了由摄政罗伯特·基里曼亲自签发的。
而且莫斯卡特还非常的“忠诚”，不仅给各个星区和星球运来了大量的紧缺的必需品，同时给那些长期得不到补给的阿斯塔特战团送去了食物跟武器弹药。
其家族舰队在几次重要的战役中发挥了至关重要的作用。
但凡不是傻瓜都可以预见这个家族在帝国未来的政治格局中必然会占据非常重要的位置。
所以连带着其子嗣也跟着鸡犬升天。
其中最优秀的几个更是成为了星区总督或舰队司令。
“谢谢，我非常喜欢你的礼物。”
莫斯卡特打开包装瞅了一眼，苍老的脸上顿时浮现出一丝玩味的笑容。
因为这位可爱曾孙女送来的礼物是一个被俘虏捕获的灵族奴隶，确切地说是一名看不出年级的美丽女性。
这是为数不多能够让他产生些许性趣的玩具。
毕竟战锤宇宙的灵族可能是最接近某些里番剧情里的精灵了。
她们不仅情感丰富且身体与感知器官异常敏锐，只需要一丁点的外界刺激会不可避免产生愉悦的快感，哪怕是来自敌人的凌辱、侵犯。
更离谱的是在受孕过程中，女性必须要男性在很长一段时间内持续注入遗传物质，最短也要差不多一年以上。
由于身体衰老的关系，莫斯卡特早就在一百四十岁左右的时候失去了某些方面的能力，所以只能通过折磨和虐待女性来满足自己黑暗、扭曲、病态的欲望。
而灵族女性由于在整个过程中反应格外激烈，因此深受他的喜爱。
唯一的遗憾就是死的有点快，玩不了几次就会彻底坏掉。
如果换成是以前，莫斯卡特绝对会给这个曾孙女一个巨大的奖励。
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, 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 terrify 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...