As the cleansing operation against the entire Botas sector began, more than a hundred planets were instantly plunged into flames of war.
Because the families of those planetary governors who were killed had already expanded into huge monopoly groups tied by blood over hundreds or even thousands of years.
Not only power and the military, but also almost all of the most profitable industries on each planet are controlled by them.
So when these people learn that everything they have now will be taken away, and even their life safety cannot be guaranteed, they will naturally mobilize all the resources and power they can mobilize to resist.
They even deceive civilians who know nothing about the real situation and let innocent ordinary people die to protect their own interests.
But unfortunately, as an almost forgotten and backward area on the frontier of the empire, the level of science and technology and industry here is really appallingly low.
Even the major foundry planets among them can only build some tanks, armored vehicles, small transport ships less than one kilometer in length, carrier-based attack aircraft, torpedo boats and intra-atmospheric flying vehicles at best.
As for the weapons, there are only laser guns, plasma cannons, bolters, medium-sized artillery that fires physical ammunition, tactical nuclear missiles and other junk that are basically of no use in interstellar warfare.
As for high-end goods like mechas, it's not that they don't exist at all. At least there are more than a dozen knight mechas, but in front of Shuoyou, they are just giving away food.
Often, before the firepower is fully activated, it will be eroded by the glittering oil splashed from outer space.
In the end, both the mecha itself and the pilot inside will become a member of the New Phyrexia army.
In contrast, ordinary people have not been perfected. As long as they put down their weapons, they can immediately obtain corresponding life safety protection.
After all, as a demon judge, the Skull Snatcher knows very well that these mortals are lambs in the master's soul pasture, and it is best to ensure their survival as much as possible unless necessary.
In this way, these guys can reproduce quickly and give birth to more lambs continuously.
Killing all the upper ruling class and giving money to the oppressed and exploited people at the bottom is the strategy Zuo Si pursues in this universe.
Because in his view, only when a large number of long-term suppressed negative emotions are released to a certain extent can rationality return, and the increasingly powerful subspace evil gods can also be weakened and restricted.
And one that has no survival pressure, no hierarchy and is absolutely fair is undoubtedly the best choice.
Although the essence of this is to trap humans, harvest souls, and use New Phyrexia's creations to become managers, it is still many times stronger than the decadent human empire.
At this moment, Moscat stood at the top of a hive city in a luxurious palace that originally belonged to a planetary governor. He looked down at the dignitaries who were being dragged out of their homes one by one, struggling and wailing, and raised his wine glass.
He took a sip of the drink that was as dark red as blood. He completely ignored the noble ladies and girls behind him who were naked and had been tortured to death. He sighed slightly in a voice that only he could hear: "This kind of thing can be done so easily."
The feeling of controlling life and death with the same status as myself is so wonderful! Looking at the familiar faces full of fear and despair, I will get a huge satisfaction that is indescribable in words. It is simply addictive! The great Lord Soth
That's right, indeed evil and cruelty are my essence."
There is no doubt that the reason why this guy appears here is, on the one hand, to show his loyalty and accept the certificate of surrender to completely cut off all escape routes; on the other hand, he wants to satisfy his inner twisted desires and collect wealth in order to travel to other remote planets of the empire.
District activities raise necessary funds for activities.
Because the human empire is so huge, and the connections between various star regions are not very frequent, it is really difficult to describe in terms of economy and trade.
To be precise, there is no unified currency at all.
Many sectors and even planets will issue their own currencies.
As for the taxation of the empire, it has never been the collection of useless general equivalents such as "money", but the direct collection of various resources and physical objects, including human resources.
Trade across universes is mostly in the form of barter.
There are only two types of currencies with wide-scale circulation properties. One is the "Throne Coin" minted during the Great Crusade 10,000 years ago. However, due to the scarcity of supply, only big nobles and gang leaders are doing large-scale trade.
will use it.
The other type is the "eleven beads" certified by the state religion.
Other currencies such as "credit coins", "paper money", and "Aquilas coins" that are used in a certain star region or planet will usually become worthless garbage as soon as they leave their economic scope.
Many times, Rogue Traders would rather buy a cabin full of slaves, minerals, and low-level industrial products when leaving a planet than take a pile of waste paper and credits with them.
Of course, there is another saying that the Astra Militarum composed of mortals is equivalent to the copper coins in the hands of the God-Emperor, the Astartes warriors are silver coins, and the Custodes are the most valuable gold coins. Those primarchs who are called the emperor's heirs
It is equivalent to a check.
Their lives are the most valuable currency in the empire.
However, such words must not be heard by the people of the Heretic Tribunal, otherwise the consequences may not be good.
Moscat knew very well that the currencies issued on the planets in the Bottas sector had no value at all within the empire, so he specially asked the New Phyrexia creations to collect "throne coins" and "eleven beads", and then those big
Large and small spaceships, tanks and other individual weapons, as well as various simply processed foods that are most abundant in this area.
Of course, the most important ones are the psychotropic drugs provided by Zuo Si.
If there is any aspect of technology in the cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell that is far ahead of this universe, it is undoubtedly the super giant monopoly drug company led by the succubus queen Mecantheut.
Relying on the day and night research of a large number of lust demons, alchemists and mages, various addictive drugs that can satisfy mortal desires and even spiritual needs have been iterated countless times.
As mentioned in the book Brave New World, Soma has no side effects. Not only are there almost identical products, but they are also more effective and last longer. There is no need to use magic in the production process. It is a completely cheap chemical industry product.
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Although placed in the magical world, pure chemical bliss like this is nothing at all, and it cannot even satisfy some people who are already seriously addicted to drugs.
But for the civilians of this universe, it is definitely a placebo that cannot be refused.
Moreover, with the corrupt bureaucracy of the human empire, instead of stopping the spread of this drug, they will encourage the people at the bottom to take it in large quantities, which can not only reduce the risk of rebellion, but also reduce people's extreme negative emotions and weaken the subspace Chaos Evil God.
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In addition, there are also stimulants, violent potions, superhuman potions and other things specially provided to the military that can enhance combat capabilities by overdrafting the body and even life in a short period of time.
After all, an army composed of mortals like the Astra Militarum is essentially a group of consumables.
If it is possible to reduce the overall casualty ratio by taking medicine and sacrificing part of it, or to greatly consume the enemy's strength in a defensive battle, the top management will definitely choose to use it on a large scale without hesitation.
As for the serious side effects caused by overdose, they are nothing in this cruel universe where human life is like an ant.
Anyway, when it comes time to take medication, the probability that an ordinary soldier will survive is no more than one in ten.
Instead of dying in vain, it would be better to go all out and fight, even if you can cause some casualties to the enemy before dying.
Moscat believed that as long as he appeared in any corner of the empire with these things, he would quickly become a guest of the local dignitaries, and even establish a close cooperative relationship with them.
At that time, he will be able to rely on this relationship to continuously corrupt the other party until he completely transforms him into a member of the devil.
Thinking of this, the planetary governor took out the devil's egg hanging around his neck, looked at the eye that was shining with frightening blood-red light, grinned with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile, raised his head and poured the contents of the cup into the cup.
After finishing the wine, he ordered without looking back: "Send me a few more young women with noble backgrounds. I want to enjoy this wonderful feeling before returning to the empire."
"Please wait!"
A New Phyrexia creature instantly made contact with the same kind outside who were undergoing a great purge through the message transmission device on his body.
After a while, another group of beautiful women with frightened faces were forcibly brought into the room.
When they saw the naked female corpses lying on the bed, they immediately realized what was waiting for them, and the women let out ear-piercing screams and tried to escape.
After all, they had done similar behavior to lower-class civilians, serfs and slaves, and occasionally got together to play human hunting games for fun, so they were not unfamiliar at all.
When Moscat raised the gun in his hand and brutally shot several of the leaders, the aristocratic ladies and ladies present who were used to being domineering immediately knelt down like dogs and tried their best to please him, eager to please him.
Use your young body as a bargaining chip in exchange for a chance to survive.
But it is a pity that these women obviously forgot that in some of the entertainment activities they participated in, they never gave the slaves who were toys a chance to survive.
When Moscat got tired of playing, he quickly killed them one by one in various cruel ways, and even dismembered the corpses to create gruesome works of art.
There is no doubt that if his actions were to be classified among the evil gods of warp space, they would definitely fall into the category of Slaanesh.
But Moscat is not worried at all now that the evil god of subspace will notice him.
Because the devil's egg has been deeply bound to his soul, all these evil behaviors will eventually be transformed into power and stored until it is activated, completely abandoning his human identity and becoming a real devil.
In his heart, he even prepared a nickname for himself, called "Gravedigger of the Empire".
While the great purge surrounding the Bottas sector continues, the transformation of various planets is also continuing.
Massive amounts of shimmering oil were poured into every corner through the battleship.
Soon those dirty and messy hive cities were quickly dismantled and reshaped, transforming from the original dark and desperate steel jungle into a bright and hopeful utopian world.
Many slaves who had lived in the lower and lower classes all their lives and had never seen the color of the sky finally walked out of the dark environment of their lives for the first time and came to the streets to stare at the gardens full of green plants and enjoy the things they had done before.
Delicious food that only the upper class can eat, walking among the intricately arranged spiral staircases.
Countless people who have become numb and desperate under high-intensity work pressure and survival pressure even kneel on the ground and cry like crazy, venting the accumulated dissatisfaction, anger and grievances in their hearts like crazy.
Although they witnessed with their own eyes the upper-level rulers of their planets were driven to death by these monsters who didn’t know what they should be called, they did not hate each other at all, nor did they feel that they should rise up to resist and defend humanity and the empire as taught in the scriptures of the state religion.
, but thanked him very much.
To be continued...