Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 192

  After getting permission from Sicarius, Penny tidied her clothes again and walked in.

  As Chancellor of the Empire, she met Guilliman very rarely.

  The Primarch is very cautious. He keeps a distance from all senior officials, creating an atmosphere where no one is trusted and no one is left out.

  Guilliman quietly left Terra for a period of time without the knowledge of ordinary people, and then returned.

  He did not give any explanation for this journey.

   Those soldiers who followed him were also ordered not to talk about it.

  Petunia didn't delve into it, she knew very well that as the supreme ruler in control of the empire, the Primarch should have his own secrets.

   This kind of thing is inevitable.

  The human empire is the largest force in the galaxy, possessing territories and armies that other forces do not have.

   But human enemies are equally powerful.

  Especially some enemies that cannot be guessed by common sense.

   More importantly, in front of those enemies, human beings are still at a disadvantage.

  The powerful human empire was penetrated by those gods like a broken sieve.

  Humanity is at war with the ancient gods, seeking to survive in their near-infinite cunning and power.

  Being honest with others is a virtue.

   But this virtue is not suitable for rulers.

  Civilians can pursue the process and pursue the so-called justice.

   Rulers can only pursue results.

  Justice, sincerity, kindness, and honesty can all be discarded when pursuing results.

  Follow the corridor and enter the hall where the officials who assist the imperial regent are located.

  They are very busy, running back and forth.

  The affairs of the entire galaxy are handled here, and those matters are compiled into forms and submitted to Guilliman for review.

  Don't try to deceive him, even if he doesn't admit that he is a god, his eyes are everywhere.

  Any deception is futile, he will guess the existence of lies from the details.

  As long as it is a lie, it must have flaws.

   There will inevitably be a day when someone discovers it.

   And the Primarch has the ability to detect lies.

   It was impossible for mortals to deceive him, and anyone who tried to do so was punished.

  The servant standing outside the door salutes Penny and helps her open the door.

   After walking in, the door was closed, blocking out all the sound.

   "Prime Minister." Guilliman sat on his seat, motioning for Petunia to sit in front of his desk.

   "Master Guilliman." Petunia bowed to him and gave the eagle salute. She tried her best not to be stage-frightened, and looked bravely into Guilliman's eyes.

  The Primarch's eyes are very deep, as if containing the entire starry sky, containing the infinite wisdom of human beings.

  Penny finally gave up the act of looking directly, the wisdom in those eyes was beyond her ability to bear.

   Guilliman has existed for over ten thousand years.

  Even though most of the time was spent sleeping, he was still an ancient man from 10,000 years ago.

  People of his contemporaries either fell into Chaos or died.

  He and his brother led the army and laid the foundation of the empire.

  He led the establishment of the imperial system after the Horus Rebellion.

   Now, he returns again to save mankind in the dark doomsday.

"You have completed the task I arranged very well. This is a commendable thing. I should have awarded you some more medals or rewards, but your status is already so high, and the rewards will surpass the existing ones. laws and institutions. For that, I can only thank you verbally.”

  Guilliman's voice is very gentle, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

  As a ruler, he can switch between different styles according to different scenes.

   When meeting his subordinates, he can't behave the same as on the battlefield.

   That's scary.

   "This is what I should do. In his position, seek his own government." Penny said.

"Well said, there are very few people in the empire who have self-awareness like you." Guilliman smiled. "My duties in Terra are coming to an end, and this may be the last time we talk. If we are lucky, We will meet again in the future, if unfortunately, it will be the last time we see each other in a real sense."

  Many people do not have a clear understanding of the vast territory of the human empire.

  The human empire spanning tens of thousands of light years has millions of worlds.

  If you start from one planet and go to fight in other places, it means that you may never see those familiar people again.

  It's like the Astral Army Corps. When they are assembled and sent to other planets to fight, it means that they will never go back to their former home world.

  They will fight for decades, and finally forget where they came from. They can only know which planet they are from from the name of the Corps, and other things have long been forgotten.

  Family, friends, and brothers will gradually become blurred, and finally completely forgotten.

  Guilliman knew very well that the Indomitable Crusade had really ended, and it would have been decades, even hundreds of years.

  How many people can stay here is unknown.

   There's a lot to do in Indomitable Crusade.

   Solve the maelstrom occupied by red pirates.

   Solve the troubles of the empire, the den of those traitors, the Eye of Terror.

   Still need to find a way to solve the big rift.

  Send troops to support the dark side of the empire and rebuild those ruined worlds.

   With so many things done, it will be the Year of the Monkey.

   Just like the Great Crusade launched by the Emperor, the Primarchs set out from their home world to follow the Emperor to fight the galaxy.

   By the time they went back again, hundreds of years had passed.

  Many things have changed and are no longer what they knew.

"My lord, you have countless soldiers. Perhaps you should not leave Terra, but should sit here and coordinate the war in the galaxy." Petunia said, the regent of the empire left, and once again invested in the Indomitable Crusade. The people of Terra are a hard thing to accept.

  They very much hope that the Imperial Regent can stay.

   Penny too.

  When Guilliman stayed on Terra, it always felt very safe.

  If he leaves, no matter how many troops there are, people are afraid that those monsters will come back.

"The war takes place in the mud, how can the ruler sit in the palace and make a choice?" Guilliman's tone became serious, "The empire is burning. Countless worlds are in deep flames of war, and countless people of the empire Devastated. One more day of my stay here means one more day of suffering for those people. The Indomitable Crusade must continue, and I must also return to the front line of the war. Only in this way can those fallen aliens be encouraged And the world of the Demon Hand, tell them that the Empire is still trying to save them. I summoned you this time, just to ask you again, to continue my reforms, and not to let this place return to the way it was before."

   "I will, Regent, I will stick to the laws and sacred scriptures you made to ensure the progress of the reform." Penny said firmly.

   "The system and rules are dead, and I don't force you to fully abide by them. The most important thing is to stick to the beauty of human beings. Prime Minister Petunia, don't have any relaxation, and don't have any arrogance."

"Human beings have many flaws, and these flaws will lead us into the abyss and lead us to destruction. What you are fighting is an invisible war against human greed, selfishness, and depravity. The system is dead, and even I There is no way to make a perfect system, it will inevitably have such and such problems, what you have to do is to observe the deficiencies of the system, and then improve it. You have to listen to the voice of every group, and then distribute their interests reasonably, Use political means and legal means to induce them to take a correct path."

"Remember Petunia, the empire is the empire of all the empire's people. You can't favor any group, whether it's the weak or the elite. You have to ensure that they get enough benefits. Another point is to maintain the upward channel of the real elite, Reject any form of inheritance. Don't pay attention to those who are incompetent but want to be above others, no matter what their background is. What you have to do is absolute fairness and take care of the interests of most people. Only in this way can a stable I don't want to turn around and suppress the rebellion after defeating the enemy. Remember my original intention, I don't hope that one day, I will have to point the butcher's knife at you.”

  Guilliman's words are very serious, but also very straightforward.

  The nobles of Old Terra were swept away by him.

  The accumulation of those families for thousands of years was shattered by him.

  The newly enacted laws are extremely strict. The new generation of the empire cannot inherit the wealth in the hands of their parents. The inheritance tax as high as 90% and the strict transfer law fundamentally prevent the birth of the inheritance family.

  The heirs of later generations can only rely on their own struggles to obtain corresponding wealth and status.

  This approach is very heartless and cruel.

  But if the empire can last for a long time, it needs cruelty.

  Only this kind of cruel practice can ensure that human genius can rise from the mortal beings and occupy an important position to lead the progress of mankind.

  Such a cruel practice can ensure that the elites who occupy high positions and control the wealth of human society are all elites who have been killed in cruel competition.

   Instead of those useless waste who shouted about thousands of years of accumulation, why should they lose to ten years of cold windows.

  What human beings need is a genius with a ten-year cold window, not a waste accumulated over a thousand years.

   Kindness to the latter is cruelty to the former.

  Tolerance of trash is torture to genius.

  Guilliman's conversation with Petunia also revealed a warning.

  If the political system headed by Penny is in the same situation as the High Lords Council, their fate will not be any different from that of the High Lords Council.

  He will also mercilessly clean up the bureaucrats headed by Penny.

   "I will never forget your teachings." Petunia made a pledge, and waited until Guilliman nodded before bowing and walking out of the meeting room.

  Guilliman sat on the table, watching the back of the Imperial Prime Minister go out.

  Power is corrosive, and no one can resist its temptation.

  People always want to leave some capital for their offspring, and over time, the entire social system becomes distorted.

  Some people will say that there is nothing wrong with making money in an upright manner and leaving it to future generations!

  But wealth is the product of cooperation in human society, and the so-called accumulation of wealth is nothing more than a flaw in the distribution system.

  It is a wrong thing to use the defects of the system to harvest the overall wealth of mankind.

  Using the power of the parents to open the back door for oneself, using the power conferred by the collective to squeeze other competitors, so as to make a fortune, is this also called your own efforts?

   It's like a hacker who speeds through the game and claims to be better than those game masters who have studied hard?

  Some people will say that cheating is a skill even if you are born well.

  But once such a person is faced with a situation where he cannot be hacked, his real ability will only kill the entire group.

  Such a person can play tricks in human society, but outside, those aliens and chaos will not be used to him.

   This is why many imperial generals and officials are invincible within the empire.

  This father Wang, that father Li, and the commoners of the empire looked at these elites inherited from the family, and they all felt that they were so majestic.

   As a result, when I went out, I was pressed on the ground and rubbed, harvested, and beat me so much that I cried and called my mother, and I knelt and yelled for Alien Dad and Chaos Dad to beat me lightly.

  The reason is that Alien and Chaos do not recognize the cheats of those trash elites.

  Anyone who claims to gain wealth and power through their own efforts is a liar without exception.

   No one can gain power and wealth on the basis of being out of society.

  Guilliman did everything he could do, and the rest is up to humans.

  The Eternal Wall Airport is the largest port in Terra, where countless airships land and transport goods and people.

  All transport boats in the Imperial Palace will take off and land here.

  The Forbidden Army does not allow any warships or transport boats to appear above the palace, even the transport boats they use themselves.

   Avoid those who want to use warships or transport boats to attack the palace.

  The Forbidden Army is very powerful, but they are not invincible.

  During the Beast Wars, there were Harlequin Eldar all the way to the palace, almost to the throne room.

   For this reason, the imperial guards rejected all actions that might harm the palace and the emperor.

   For this reason, if they want to go to outer space, the forbidden army also needs to take a transport boat at the port within the range of leaving the palace.

   Of course, they have their own dropship and elevator access to make things quicker.

  The transport ship to Modo has been prepared.

  Varerian took the elevator exclusive to the Imperial Army and went to outer space.

  As the mechanical servant pressed the start button, there was a strong push back feeling.

  From the porthole of the elevator, you can see the high tower building of the space port gradually disappearing in the field of vision.

  Elevator engines rumbled through Terra's expanding atmosphere.

  The reborn city of Terra became smaller and smaller in the eyes, and the outline of the city became hazy.

  The space above the elevator is pitch black, with dots of light shining in it.

  The terminal station of the airport is very far from the ground, and it is already the top of the city.

  The central building of the hive city will extend to the stratosphere, and in the case of the hive of the forge world, it will even extend to the low earth orbit.

  The low-earth orbit is at least five hundred kilometers from the surface of the earth. One can imagine how tall the city buildings in the hive capital are.

   Valyrian emerged from an orbital transfer station when the door swung open with a barometric hiss.

  The scene of outer space came into view.

  At this time, his position is the back, the sunlight only appears on the edge of the planet, and the rest of the place is dark.

  There are lights all over the orbital station, and soldiers with weapons and full uniforms are patrolling.

  Spider-shaped automatic gunmen and sluggish fighter slaves patrol along designated routes.

  The turret stands on the wall of the transfer station, rotating with the buzzing of the detection array.

  There are thousands of ships anchored on the orbital station, moored in the void.

  Most of them are civilian ships, transport aircraft, cargo ships, fuel transportation, food transportation, industrial product transportation and so on.

   These ships came from other planets, and they came to Terra through the warp.

   Put the goods on Terra, and at the same time take the goods and personnel of Terra to other planets.

   They are like a swarm of bees that maintain the lifeline of the Empire, and also maintain the lifeline of Terra.

   A battleship adorned with an imperial double-headed eagle hovers above the port.

   After confirming the data, Valyrian finally decided that it was to pick up his ship.

  After coming out of the Golden Throne, he didn't say anything publicly about the enlightenment he got, and he didn't tell anyone privately, as if it didn't exist.

  The imperial guards did not let him speak out, but let him firmly obey the emperor's guidance.

   Valyrian buried the matter in his heart.

  In the reminders and images given by the Emperor, he had a general understanding of what Guilliman was about to do.

  For a moment, he didn't know whether to comment on the lunatic or the genius.

   Among human beings, there is absolutely no such arrogant existence as him.

  Even those ancient civilizations are not as crazy as he is.

   After boarding the battleship, a group of soldiers went to Modo with him.

   They are fully armed and wearing the latest equipment.

  Full-covered exoskeleton armor, as well as self-locking shoulder cannons, miniature propelled bombs, and equipped with high-energy rifles and magnetic storm grenades.

   Their force is not at the same level as the previous troops.

  Guilliman made full use of the firepower theory, even an ordinary soldier possessed the firepower can be called a fort.

  The battleship enters the warp safely at the edge of the solar system.

  Varerian remained silent from the beginning to the end. At most, he would only act inside the battleship, observe the structure of the battleship, and be prepared to deal with any emergencies.

  He even thought about what method he should use to kill them quickly if the friendly forces of the warships mutinied.

  If this idea is known to other passengers, it will definitely be frightening.

   But this is the code of conduct of the Forbidden Army. They are always on guard against all possible emergencies, and then strive to nip them in the bud.

  The battleship re-entered the real space in the outer void of Modo.

  Here has been martial law.

  From the portholes of the battleship, you can see the huge fortifications being built, as well as the magnificent giant ships of those celestial bodies, which are extremely huge, like floating stars.

   Valyrian was amazed at what he saw.

   From those troops, it can be seen how much the imperial regent attaches importance to Modo.

  The battleship is moored in the port of the orbital station.

   There are many ships here, but they all bear military marks, and there are no civilian ships.

   This is very unusual.

  Even a war world like Cadia located in the Eye of Terror will have a large number of civilian ships.

   But there are none here, all of them are military ships.

   Obviously, the entire galaxy has been classified as a restricted military zone.

  Varelian was brought to the surface of the planet Modo by the mechanical priest who had been waiting for a long time.

   At this time, countless steel buildings have stood on the surface, and there are only soldiers and technical experts here.

   Valyrian didn't see any of the civilians who originally lived on the planet Modo. After asking, he learned that they were all sent to other planets for resettlement.

  Finally, Valyrian was taken by his servants to a large hemispherical building.

  He saw the person in charge of the military restricted zone on the Modo planet here.

  The opponent is also a radical mechanical sage, with little flesh and blood all over his body, all made of machines.

"You are very welcome, Lord Custodian, the experiment is about to begin, and you will be the first batch of lucky ones to witness the future of the empire." The mechanical sage said in an extremely excited tone, "A brand new era is about to begin. Open, the human empire will rule all things."

  A big ceremony can be very inspiring.

  When Guilliman left Terra and was preparing to go on an expedition, a grand welcome ceremony was also held throughout the solar system.

  Countless people shouted the name of the Regent of the Empire, watching the stalwart savior of the Empire embark on the battleship and restart the journey.

  Unknowingly, they had already burst into tears.

  Many people held flowers and candles, gathered around the sculptures in the square or in the open space, praying for the triumphant return of the imperial regent.

   On Terra, some excited people kissed the path he walked, seeking to walk with his great mind.

   They may never see the day when the Regent of the Empire sets foot on the land of Terra again, but their children will surely benefit from what this hero has done.

  The roaring battleship started under the gaze of the world, and **** of light appeared in the void.

   Countless magnificent war engines ignited at the same time, and that bright light represented the unyielding will of human beings.

   Gods, aliens should never dream of defeating this race.

  Accompanied by the expedition order conveyed by the Regent of the Empire, the captains pushed the forward levers of the battleships one by one, and with the help of the contemplative array, they kept accelerating synchronously with other warships.

  The huge fleet formed battle groups one by one, and entered the subspace one by one.

  Everyone watched the Glory of Macragge sinking into the berserk ether light and disappearing into the ocean currents of the warp, and they couldn't help crying bitterly.

  The departure of the imperial regent is likely to be a lifetime for them.

   Galactic Crusade is taking too long.

   But they also knew that the Imperial Regent would not stay in Terra.

   There are countless worlds in the galaxy that need him, and countless human beings are in the dark, waiting for his redemption.

  He is Terra's savior, and the savior of the entire human race.

   It is an extremely selfish idea to keep him on Terra.

   The grand ceremony for the Imperial Regency lasted until the last expedition ship entered the Warp.

  People feel empty and lost.

  He came with the glory of redemption, rescued people from endless suffering, and told them how to pursue beauty and how to shape the future.

   When he was greeted with applause and flowers, and enjoying the fruit, he set off again and went to the most dangerous front line.

  We are the eyes in the darkness, helping the great one to see the abominations in the darkness.

  We are doomed to have no honor, no rewards, and no one to remember.

  Kimbis in black took a last look at the homeland that raised him.

   Resolutely stepped onto a cargo ship heading to other regions of the galaxy.

   The rest of his life has been entrusted with a heavy mission.

  There is no end, only death, the moment of falling into eternal silence, is the end of the mission.

  Human nature is a very scary thing.

  It is impossible for any perfect system to avoid the influence of human nature.

  Under the entanglement of various emotions, even the best system will eventually decay, and bad money will drive out good money.

  For this reason, a supervisor is needed to supervise the world.

   On the surface, there are Assassins and Inquisitions to supervise the empire.

   No matter how perfect the supervision system is, there may be flaws.

  The Assassin Court is controlled by the Grand Mentor, and because of their particularity, the judges have too much power and autonomy.

   For this reason, Guilliman still needs another means of supervision to ensure that the imperial system is not corrupted.

   That's the man in black.

   Their role is to help the supreme ruler watch every place, avoid system corruption caused by deception, and supervise the imperial bureaucracy.

  The men in black will not accept any orders, nor will they appear in any official files.

   They are the shadows of the Empire.

  Their task is just to observe and then report.

   And they will also be an extension of the influence of the Imperial Regency.

  They monitor all departments, including the trial court, to ensure that the crimes of those judges or those who try to tamper with the imperial system can be punished, and the reform results of the imperial regency can be maintained.

  In order to ensure justice, these men in black will implant soul-level and biological-level thought stamps.

  Even if they are infected by Chaos, these people will subconsciously be loyal to humans and the empire.

  Their bodies have been altered to ensure that nothing they see is forgotten or tampered with.

  The devices in the body will automatically upload their data to the nearest imperial database every once in a while, and then send it to Terra.

  Quinbys boarded the cargo ship and followed countless cargo and passengers to other galaxies.

  He will never allow disgusting moths like the Escher family to destroy the great cause of the empire's regency.

  Those damned people who try to pollute the empire with blood, family, or some kind of messy relationship will be punished.

  The men in black are the scissors of the empire, used to prune those idiots who think they are above the laws of the empire, to ensure that the big tree of the empire will not grow crooked again.

   On Mount Olympus, where there are many steel buildings, Kaul watched the imperial regent go away.

  He didn't become one of them.

  There are more important missions for him to do.

  Staying in Terra can play a better role.

   The Indomitable Crusade is far less important to him than the things in his hands.

  Moduo's different universe research plan and the affairs of the Nether Dragon are the top priorities.

  War is the business of the Primarch and the soldiers of the Empire.

   Kaur, as a scholar, is a bit wrong to be involved in this kind of thing.

   Watching the expedition fleet led by the Regent of the Empire disappear to the edge of the solar system, Kaul looked away.

  Behind him, the mechanical sage Sigma also looked away.

   "How are you getting ready?" Kaul looked at Sigma and asked.

   "Already almost ready, we captured a batch of alien creatures from a planet, enough to complete the transaction." Sage Sigma said.

  Cauer nodded, "This matter is confidential, and you can't talk about it until the results are out."

   "I understand." Sage Sigma nodded, and the mechanical neck hummed.

   "Let's go." Kaul turned and set off in the direction of the Sanctuary. The Regent of the Empire has reached a deal with the Nether Dragon. They will exchange their flesh and soul for the knowledge in each other's hands, and at the same time strengthen the relationship of the alliance.

   Nether dragons and humans share a common enemy, the Necrons.

  The backstab of Necromancer is the reason why Star God left the stage.

   After all, the Old Sage had already failed at that time, and the Eldar Empire had not yet risen.

  In the galaxy, the star **** is already the overlord.

   In the end, he was backstabbed by the Necrons and beaten to pieces.

  The entrance to the rift where the Nether Dragon is held, the existing sanctuary has been repaired and the security has been strengthened.

  After passing through layers of inspections, Kaul entered the interior of the sanctuary.

   At this time, more than a dozen suspended rail cars have been parked inside the sanctuary.

  The floating track car is full of cages, and armed catguards and machine slaves guard the prisoners inside.

  Kauer glanced at it and got the data of these prisoners from the personal database.

  They are not humans, but an alien race called Andoria.

  The Andorians have been active in the Obscure Star Field for a long time, and they are also a rising alien race.

   They are upright walking creatures like humans.

   But there is a big difference between the two.

  The ethnic characteristics of the Andorians are very obvious.

  In addition to the red skin, there is another most typical feature, that is, the two antennae on the head.

  According to the research of the mechanical priest, the tentacles of the Andorians can make them feel the subspace better, and make it easier for their consciousness to travel into the high heaven.

  They have stronger psychic physiques than humans, and even the development of civilization is taking the path of psychic technology.

   It's a pity that their technological strength is still too weak compared to humans.

  In order to gather enough souls for the Nether Dragon, Guilliman ordered people to hunt down a group of alien creatures very early on.

  Wanting to take advantage of the Great Rift and the empire's external and internal troubles, the Andorians who invaded the empire and enslaved the frontier planets became the best choice.

  The Andorians faced the empire's fleet to support the frontier world, and once witnessed what is called the cruelty of human beings.

   Except for a part of them who fled, escaped from the shroud of the star torch light.

   The rest were either slaughtered or taken captive to Terra.

  Caule opened the Sanctuary again, as the Regent of the Empire had done in the past.

   This time, instead of advancing, he called out to the Guardian Dalia.

   Soon, a suspended train appeared in the deep tunnel, arriving as quietly as a ghost train.

   Guardian Dalia is on the train.

  Seeing the brand-new Sanctuary and the many captured alien slaves, she frowned slightly.

   "Are you sure you want to do that? The Nether Dragon is not a good thing. Once you trade with it, it is likely to bring very serious consequences, which you cannot bear."

   "That's what Regent means," Kaul said.

   "What about him? Didn't he come this time?"

"He has already set off. Messages for help have been sent from many star regions at the same time. The offensive of aliens and demons is increasing. He cannot waste any more time. For this reason, I will fulfill my promise to the Nether Dragon and take the flesh and blood he wants. and souls."

   "At first, I wanted to persuade him that the Nether Dragon is not something easy to get along with. If something goes wrong, human beings will suffer catastrophe." Dalia's tone was serious, and she was not alarmist.

  The Nether Dragon race is also known as the star vampire, the devourer of souls.

   Once resuscitated, humans must be its food.

   "Everything in this world is risky." Kaul looked at Dalia, "You have been away from the empire for too long, and you know nothing about the plight of mankind. We have reached the most dangerous moment."

   "But your actions will only make the situation of mankind worse, and will not improve in the slightest." Dalia said.

"I have no intention of arguing about this anymore. Time will tell. The gods have invaded reality, and the empire is on the verge of destruction. Even if it is worse, it will not be worse than this. We are ready. If human beings do not exist, the galaxy will be destroyed." There is no need to exist.”

   Hearing Kaul's resolute words.

   Dalia sighed.

   "Come in, I hope you will not regret what you did today in the future."

  Kauer didn't argue with Dalia anymore, but let people lead those alien slaves into the tunnel.

   This time it was even faster than the previous one. They escorted the alien captives to the silver cave.

  Looking at the silver light, Kaul knew that it was the will of the Nether Dragon.

  The entire cave is its body.

   "You played a trick." The voice of the Nether Dragon came from nothingness.

   Seeing that the sacrifice was not human, its tone was very calm, and it just asked a question lightly.

   Having lived for so long, the Nether Dragon is not mentally handicapped, on the contrary, it possesses extraordinary wisdom and understands all conspiracies and tricks.

  It has long been expected that human beings will complete transactions in this way.

  It doesn't care, as long as it is soul and flesh and blood.

   It's so hungry.

   After sleeping for so long and recovering, he was locked up by the emperor before he even ate a few on the earth.

   Be hungry for tens of thousands of years.

  If the eyes can be visualized, the Void Dragon feels that his eyes must be red.

  Hungry eyes are red!

   What a crime, it's fine to be backstabbed by those metal skeletons, but still locked up here by humans.

  I think back to the time when he was still in charge of the Star God.

   What a beautiful life it was.

   Now, the tiger has fallen into Pingyang, and was sent away by human beings with 10,000 souls.

   Also take the alien soul.

   It's like treating the dignified Star God like a beggar.

   "Their flesh and blood are purer, and their souls are more delicious." Kaul said, "We provide what you want, then you provide what we want. This is a transaction approved by both parties!"

   "You are cunning, mortal." The Nether Dragon appeared in front of everyone, just a ball of light emitting a soft silver radiance.

   "This is just a deal." Kaul looked directly at the light ball, "Ten thousand souls are exchanged for the knowledge of the Internet in your hands, do you want to go back on your word?"

"Won't."

   Following the voice of the Nether Dragon.

  A streak of silver light interweaves continuously in the air.

   Finally formed a silver memory chip.

  Kauer tested it, and there is no problem.

   "It stores the webway knowledge I have, I hope you will not get yourself trapped." The voice of the void dragon came from the light group.

  Afterwards, the light cluster turned into countless fine silver rays of light, sinking into the bodies of those Andorians.

  I saw the red bodies of those abnormal shapes shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  In the end, their bodies were all turned into sand.

  Some Andorians shouted in the language of their own race in horror, beating on the cage.

   But the guards on the side were indifferent, and soon the aliens begging for mercy also fell silent.

  The only thing left in those cells is piles of sand.

"It's been a long time since I tasted such a delicacy. What a great feeling. It reminds me of the feast provided by the Necrontyr, with trillions of souls and flesh and blood. Maybe you humans should also abandon this useless flesh and blood. Soul, it will only make you the prey of the gods. You can take the real mechanical way and obtain immortality by other means."

  The Nether Dragon absorbed all the soul and flesh, looked at Kaul, and said temptingly, "The flesh and blood are full of suffering and have limits. Only machinery is eternal and can truly fight against the gods."

  " Kaul said, "Humans are not that stupid. Soulless machines are a dead end. Even if they can survive, they will eventually be eliminated by time, just like the Necrons of Space. "

   "It's up to you, when will the next transaction start." Nether Dragon said.

   "It depends on the meaning of the regent of the empire. Your technology needs to be verified before you can continue trading." Kaur said.

   "Do as you please. Anyway, I have been here for tens of thousands of years, and I don't mind staying here."

  The Nether Dragon behaved indifferently.

  Use this as the capital of the negotiation.

  It doesn't want humans to feel that it wants to go out, so it uses this matter to constantly confuse it.

   Only by taking the initiative can we control the overall situation.

   "It won't be too long, there will be a battle between the human empire and the space undead, and you will get a chance for revenge soon."

   "Revenge sounds wonderful. Go, mortal, take my gift and push the gears of fate. I'm waiting for the day when your promise will become a reality."

  Kauer shook his head, "This is not a gift from you, it is a commodity traded, don't make you so generous."

   "It's all the same. Go ahead, the gears of fate have turned, and I'm waiting for the day when humanity declares war on the Necrons. At that time, we will be allies."

  The voice of the Nether Dragon came from the light group.

  Kauer was silent for a moment, glanced at the light group formed by the Nether Dragon, turned around and walked out with the memory chip given by the other party.

  The knowledge of the webway has been obtained, although it is not complete, but it can also be used.

  The Webway Project can begin.

   In the first stage, you can try to build on unimportant planets while researching to accumulate experience.

  If the regent of the empire can obtain the complete knowledge of the webway from the Eldar, he can quickly absorb and digest it, and integrate it to create a webway exclusive to humans.

Chapter end