Accompanied by the muffled sound of the heavy lead shoes worn by prisoners to restrict movement and prevent escape, a man who looked about thirty years old with a large number of burns and scald scars on his head and face emerged.
, the first one, escorted by fleet soldiers, slowly stepped off the rail train specially designed to transport supplies to the space port.
Behind him were thousands of men and women wearing prison uniforms with faces full of confusion and fear. More than one-third had signs of being beaten, tortured and abused.
The oldest among them is already gray-haired and skinny, as if he may die at any time, while the youngest may not even be ten years old, and it is extremely difficult to even drag his lead shoes around, with eye-catching signs on his bare head.
The human script is branded with the marks of heresy.
You don’t need to ask to know that these poor souls sent as “soul currency” are prisoners sent from prisons on various planets within the vast territory of the human empire. They are also the ten thousand people who have the emperor sitting on the golden throne and all the original bodies disappeared.
The most direct manifestation of the tyranny of the empire’s upper ruling class during the years.
Especially those who were arrested and defined as heretics by various agencies under the Tribunal. Many of them were simply deceived by the cult, or had to join it because the life safety of themselves and their families was threatened.
As a result, after the cult was destroyed, instead of receiving the compensation and resettlement they deserved, the victims were treated as a part of them that needed to be eradicated and eradicated.
In the eyes of the state religion, only in this way can we ensure that the emperor is the only faith of mankind and prevent those damn subspace evil gods from corroding, distorting and playing with mankind.
As for whether any of these people are innocent, that is not a question they need to consider.
After all, according to the philosophy that the empire has always pursued, if loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal.
The human subjects who are truly loyal to the emperor should directly resist when they discover these heresies. Even if they are unable to eliminate them, they should at least use their own lives to consume the opponent's weapons and ammunition. This is the obligation of an imperial subject.
Therefore, every one of those who were coerced by the cult betrayed the empire and betrayed the emperor, the lord of mankind. How could there be so-called "innocents"?
Accompanied by this simple, crude, and extreme one-size-fits-all policy, as well as a bloated and highly corrupt bureaucracy within the empire, coupled with the 10,000-year-long supreme privilege of investigating whoever you want and arresting whoever you want.
, it is unimaginable how many unjust, false and wrongful convictions there will be during the execution process.
After all, these guys dared to investigate even the regent of the original body, Robert Guilliman.
Abuse of power, frame-up and frame-up are not worth mentioning at all.
Learn about the famous "Extermination Order".
During the Tyranid invasion, this thing blasted out an astronomical-scale isolation zone in the galaxy.
Although the empire claims to have evacuated all residents in advance in its external publicity, only the fleets who carried out the order know the true situation.
Many times to eliminate a political enemy or competitor, as long as you find a way to connect him with a cult or heresy, and then provide relevant evidence to the Inquisition, the latter will immediately take action to plunge the whole family into an irreversible situation.
Don't worry that if you are caught, the other party will bite you to death and not admit the crime.
Because so far no one has been able to survive the seventy-two hours of torture in the trial court.
In the end, everyone who is caught will admit that they are heretics, have committed an unforgivable crime, and have betrayed the empire and the emperor. They only hope that the Inquisition can give them a happy life.
Of course, in addition to heretics, these prisoners also include deserters, residents who were coerced to launch a rebellion on a certain planet, and ordinary people who voluntarily or were forced to join the Chaos camp to provide various logistical supplies for the demonized Space Marines.
etc.
Since the Primarch Robert Guilliman has just woken up from his slumber and begun to carry out reforms and concentrate his efforts on launching a military operation called the "Indomitus Crusade", the entire empire can be captured every day from top to bottom.
The number of prisoners is quite terrifying.
Under normal circumstances, what awaits these people is either to be executed or to be transformed into various types of servitors, using their lives on the battlefield to atone for the mistakes they have made.
But now they have all been sent to Zuo Si to be used as soul currency in exchange for materials that the empire urgently needs.
Needless to say, the subspace force field generator among them has been regarded by the Mechanicus of Mars and the Terran Council as the most urgently needed resource for the expedition fleet since the end of the test.
And those super-giant magic mechas are also regarded as the Titan mechas called "God's Machines" in this world. They are larger, stronger, and can provide stronger firepower. It is simply a large-scale offensive.
The most ideal weapon.
Not to mention the multifunctional single-man powered mecha that can extract energy from subspace to release psychic lightning, melt rays, and dissociation rays to achieve instantaneous teleportation over short distances.
The newly formed Logistics Department under the order of the Imperial Regent wished they could send out all the transport fleets to transfer these massive criminals imprisoned in various star regions, and exchange all their souls for these that can directly improve the combat effectiveness of front-line troops.
big baby.
Especially the Gray Knights, who were specially established to deal with the threat of Chaos Demons. After using Shimmering Oil to create power mechas that could greatly enhance the power of psychic spells, they all expressed that they no longer wanted to use ordinary power mechas.
Because no one in the entire empire understands the huge value contained in these enchanted power mechas, weapons, and ammunition better than they do.
Swords, axes, and broadswords that exude silver or golden light can leave horrific wounds that cannot be healed on the Chaos Demon's body with just one blow, and can also produce continuous burning that makes the enemy miserable.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Even bullets engraved with dense runes can easily penetrate the demon's psychic protective force field, which is not something ordinary long-range weapons can do.
It can even be said that the planet that has been completely devoured and transformed by Shimmering Oil has become an indispensable and important foundry base in the empire's logistics system, and it is absolutely irreplaceable.
If it came under enemy attack, the Terran Council and the Imperial Navy would not hesitate to send Chapter Astartes to help.
"Your Majesty the Great Sister, in accordance with the request of the Parliament, I have safely delivered the first batch of prisoners. A total of 5,326,473 people. Among them, 320 were transported due to various reasons.
Died for various reasons."
The captain of the transport ship immediately performed a standard imperial military salute after seeing Grace, and reported in a very solemn tone. At the same time, he did not forget to glance at Zuo Si from the corner of his eye, whose whole body was shining with metallic light.
"Well done. Next you need to transport the items on this list to the spacecraft, and then wait for the convoy to arrive and act with them."
With that said, Grace, still disguised as a nun, sent an electronic list in her hand to the other party's portable electronic device through the network.
The latter quickly took a look and found that the list was all filled with letters and numbers, and there was not even a decent name at all.
Among them, the one listed as X-000 is a big thing that is placed not far away and is several hundred meters long and sealed in a ceramic container.
Because the box is marked with the same huge letters and numbers.
What the fuck is this?
This size is simply several times larger than the average infantry drop pod.
However, considering that some secrets might be involved, the captain decisively suppressed his strong curiosity.
After all, the Inquisition's ubiquitous spies are no joke.
Once you are regarded as stealing imperial secrets or labeled as disloyal, you can basically declare that your life is completely over.
Just as the captain was about to call his men to start transporting all the items on the list to the spacecraft with the help of the space elevator, Zuo Si, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly walked up to the prisoner standing at the front and asked with interest: "Are you guilty?"
What crime?"
moment!
The surroundings became silent, and everyone involuntarily raised their heads and stared nervously.
However, before the prisoner could speak, the captain in charge of escorting quickly retrieved the relevant information from the ship's network and carefully replied: "Your Excellency, he is a deserter who ignored orders and gave up without authorization on the battlefield.
A solid line of defense is needed.
According to the military decree promulgated by the empire, this is definitely punishable by death.
In fact, all the prisoners sent here, without exception, are death row inmates with serious crimes.
My people can help carry out the execution if you need it."
"No, thank you. But compared to this empty record without any polish, I prefer to hear the description and explanation of the person involved."
Zuo Si bluntly rejected the navy captain's proposal.
Because in his eyes, more than half of these prisoners were not flashing red auras that symbolized evil.
This means that the fairness of the empire's judicial system has long been in name only, and has completely turned into a criminal institution that maintains governance through threats and intimidation.
The man in prison uniform raised his head, with numbness and despair in his eyes, and said in an emotionless tone: "As recorded in the file, I became a deserter and did not stick to the defense line as ordered, just like everyone else.
Died in the trenches by those demonized Space Marines.
After all, I was just an ordinary office clerk before being forced into the battlefield.
The only weapon in his hand was a laser gun that couldn't even penetrate a powered mecha.
What else could I do in this situation but run away?
To those guys in the Ministry of Military Affairs, our deaths are just a series of meaningless cold numbers, and they don't even waste a second to mourn.
I just see through this and want to live. Is this wrong?
If this is not allowed, then it is not me who is wrong, but the world."
"Shut up! Shameful deserter! You are making excuses for your cowardice! You must know that in the battle you participated in, three billion heroic soldiers died, but they never took a step back.
." The captain of the transport ship scolded sternly.
It has to be said that in this universe that spans the entire Milky Way, the intensity and casualties of any local war in the human empire are enough to cause cardiac arrest in any country on Earth after two years ago.
Even though three billion casualties may sound mind-numbing, in reality they can only be considered relatively "minor" losses.
According to statistics, the Human Empire currently has more than 32,800 hive worlds, and the "lower limit" of the population of each hive world is 100 billion. Added together, it is already a terrifying astronomical figure.
This does not include those foundry worlds, industrial worlds, and agricultural worlds.
Therefore, in the eyes of the empire's senior officials, casualties that cost billions or tens of billions are not a big deal at all.
In addition to naturally growing humans, the Cult Mechanicus also has a series of methods including cloning technology, artificial wombs, ripening technology, etc. that can explode troops on a large scale in a short period of time.
It can be said that in this crazy and desperate universe, being a leading soldier of the human empire is simply too miserable to be miserable, and it is not even qualified to be cannon fodder.
What's even worse is that in their short lives, they have to undergo high-intensity brainwashing and hypnosis until they are effortlessly defeated by various rebels, aliens, chaos forces, Orks, Zerg, and Necrons on the battlefield.
of torn into pieces.
There may not be even one among a billion ordinary soldiers who can survive to retire normally.
This also explains very well why the state religion, which worships the emperor as a god, has expanded so quickly within the borders of the human empire.
Without the sustenance of faith and the spiritual anesthetic provided by religion, these big-headed soldiers would have suffered a psychological breakdown and gone completely crazy. Large-scale self-mutilation or even suicide would not be a big deal.
The deserter prisoner stared at the captain's brown eyes and asked in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Do you know why they didn't escape?
It wasn't because they were brave and brave and willing to sacrifice, nor was it because of how loyal they were to the empire or the emperor.
It's because behind them there is a supervisory team formed by the Political Commissariat, as well as frigates and cruisers docked in orbit.
Once there is a large-scale escape, those destructive weapons will immediately turn around and fall on their own people.
So stop pretending to be noble!
The planet we are stationed on has long since been regarded as an outcast by the Council of Terra and the Imperial Regent, son of the great and bright Emperor and Primarch."
Click!
With the crisp sound of opening the safety, the captain decisively took out his gun and put it against the deserter's head, intending to pull the trigger.
Because he knew that if he allowed the other party to continue talking, more than half of the people present might be investigated by the trial court after they returned.
After all, there are some things that are good to know in your heart, but you must never say them out loud.
But at the moment when he pulled the trigger, the gun in the captain's hand suddenly dissolved into a puddle of black viscous liquid, dripping down his palm and onto the ground.
"Sorry, according to the agreement, his life and soul are mine from the moment he lands on the ground. No matter what he says, it is not your turn to make the decision for me."
Zuo Si unceremoniously swore sovereignty to the Imperial Navy officer.
This move undoubtedly surprised the deserter who was a prisoner.
He obviously knew that his powerless life would end the moment he was judged as a deserter.
Whether he is shot or given to the Mechanicus to have his frontal lobes removed and transformed into a servitor, there is actually no essential difference.
But now it seems that things have turned around a little bit.
At least judging from the reaction of Zuo Si, an unknown creature, the other party did not quite approve of the empire's handling of deserters.
Zuo Si ignored the captain's face that was red with anger, and walked straight to the next little girl who looked to be only about ten years old. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the heresy mark stamped with the red-hot iron on the girl's head.
A very gentle voice asked: "Does it still hurt?"
"No...it doesn't hurt anymore."
The skinny little girl quickly shook her head, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, and her eyes revealed strong fear.
She had obviously seen many bloody and cruel scenes in the torture room of the trial court. Her young and fragile mind had been torn to pieces, and the lead shoes on her feet had severely deformed the bones of her legs and ankles.
In the next few minutes, Zuo Si asked some of the prisoners one by one why they were arrested. It turned out that according to the laws of most normal countries in the 21st century on earth, the vast majority of them were not guilty enough to die.
Many are simply forced into submission and political prisoners.
There are even many governors of planets that practice slavery who randomly recruit people to make up the numbers in order to complete the "targets" issued by their superiors.
This extremely familiar operation even gave him the illusion that he was in Baator Hell, dealing with a group of demons.
Especially those painful memories of being repeatedly violated, humiliated, beaten, and tortured during the interrogation process. It is estimated that only the torture chamber in hell used to extract soul energy can be compared to it.
No wonder the Chaos Evil God of the subspace likes humans so much. Some secret sects composed of alien intelligent creatures also hope to save the entire galaxy by destroying the human race.
There is no doubt that these prisoners in front of them almost perfectly prove the theory that Zuo Si put forward to Ben before that all forms of rule are tyranny in origin.
Although the emperor was originally born with the hope of all mankind, he wanted to lead the entire race out of darkness and establish a prosperous and powerful great civilization, so that ordinary people could live a prosperous and beautiful life.
But the final result was that the empire he created became a terrifying tyrannical entity that could not be overthrown from within.
Those Astartes Space Marines who once opened up territories for the Imperium and established themselves as galactic hegemons will continue to extinguish all rebellions and uprisings driven by their foolish loyalty, strangling entire civilizations and destroying themselves from within, burning in flames. The possibility of rebirth.
From the perspective of a bystander, Zuo Si felt that the emperor's use of subspace technology to create Primarchs and super soldiers was wrong from the beginning.
Because he made the entire empire's violent machine too powerful.
In particular, the original body and the Astartes were separated from ordinary people by several dimensions, and their immortality made it difficult for them to empathize with ordinary people.
After all, even differences in skin color, body shape, and facial features can lead to mutual hostility among humans, not to mention a group of superhuman beings who have held the highest power for a long time.
Over time, rifts will inevitably appear between the two because they cannot understand each other's thoughts.
This situation has been going on since the Horus Heresy, and it has not changed at all to this day.
Even the emperor who sat on the golden throne and founded the empire gradually changed from the savior of mankind to the source of all disasters, a false emperor and a tyrant in the eyes of some rebellious guys.
"W-will you kill us?"
Just as Zuo Si was deep in thought, the deserter standing at the front of the team suddenly couldn't help but ask.
Because this feeling of waiting to die was too painful, he eagerly wanted to confirm the final judgment of fate on himself.
"No, I won't. Except for a very small number of cultists and lunatics who believe in the evil god of chaos, I will not execute anyone. All you need to do is to press your fingerprints on this agreement to sell your soul, and you will be released from the prisoner's identity. Live freely in the area I rule."
As he spoke, Zuo Si conjured a parchment scroll half a meter wide and one meter long in his hand. The hellish aura emanating from it instantly made Grace, who had been transformed into a devil, feel inexplicably kind and familiar.
"Selling your soul?"
The deserter was stunned for a moment, and the demonic Astartes warriors he encountered on the battlefield suddenly came to mind.
During the Horus Heresy, several Primarchs created by the Emperor and Space Marine legions created based on their genes fell into the arms of the evil god of the Warp for various reasons.
Although some of them have been completely eliminated, many are still launching attacks on the territories controlled by the Empire in the real universe.
Before Robert Guilliman woke up from his slumber, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon had launched the "Thirteenth Black Crusade", turning the entire human empire upside down.
So when it comes to selling souls, most people's first reaction is the evil god of subspace.
"That's right. I will not kill you directly, but will wait until your lifespan is exhausted and you die naturally, and then send your souls to my kingdom."
With that said, Zuo Si raised his hands and released a huge illusion magic.
moment!
The bustling, noisy, and flamboyant magnificent scenery of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Bator Hell was projected out of thin air in front of everyone.
Different from the abstinence and repression advocated by human society in this world, you can see people gathering in the streets and alleys to have a party, whether they are drunk or overly excited due to taking drugs.
Exciting competitions, gladiatorial battles, and special service venues flashed before your eyes in a dizzying manner.
Some guys who got interested would even take off their clothes and start a fierce fight in public.
Instead of being surprised, passers-by would stop and watch with interest, and some would applaud, cheer and whistle as encouragement.
All of this has strongly stimulated people who are accustomed to living in extreme depression.
Because from these pictures, they experienced for the first time what it means to be free without any restrictions.
"This is the world we're going to go to after we die?!"
The deserter's pupils suddenly dilated, revealing naked and undisguised yearning in his eyes.
Because in his short life, he has never been able to indulge as much as the humans and other humanoid creatures in the picture.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Yes, this is the world you will go to after death. If you don't believe it, you can sign your name on the contract and commit suicide directly. Then everyone can pass through this projection
see you."
Gudong!
The deserter swallowed subconsciously, and his heartbeat rate instantly increased to more than twice as fast as usual.
Although he longed for such a life, his heart was full of unknown fear of death.
While the deserters were hesitating, an old man at the back who was tortured by illness and had a mental breakdown suddenly rushed out, ran up to him at lightning speed and pressed his fingerprints, and then snatched it from the hands of the human soldiers without hesitation.
A gun, pointed at his head and pulled the trigger.
puff!
As a laser beam passed through his temple, he fell straight to the ground and turned into a warm corpse.
This scene not only shocked all the prisoners present, but the captain and the soldiers responsible for escorting him also showed expressions of disbelief.
But in just a few minutes, they captured the voice of the old man who committed suicide on the screen.
It's just that his appearance has returned from old age to middle age, and he is following the crowd towards the entrance of the city with a confused look on his face.
After queuing for a period of time and claiming his identity certificate, he finally entered the city. He started to rush into a place that provided free food like crazy and had a big meal. Then he went to see an exciting prop show.
Racing, and finally spent half an hour of passion with a tiefling with a tail, wings and horns in a shop with pink lights on the roadside.
After he walked out of the store with satisfaction, the old man suddenly remembered something. He suddenly raised his head and shouted excitedly at everyone who was watching the live broadcast: "Hahahaha! You must all be watching, right? I can do it now
Let me tell you, all this is true! Don’t hesitate! Press your fingerprints quickly! You have almost unlimited freedom in this afterlife world! You can do whatever you want! I think I have fallen in love with it here!”
"for freedom!"
"for freedom!"
"Fuck the empire! Fuck the emperor! Just give me shit!"
…
With the cry coming from the deepest part of their souls, the prisoners who no longer had any nostalgia for life seemed to be stimulated. They rushed forward and pressed their fingerprints on the bottom of the parchment scroll, and then picked up the gun that fell on the ground.
Aim at your head and pull the trigger.
Since it is a laser weapon rather than a physical ammunition, it can still be used even after being fired hundreds of times.
It wasn't until the energy of the laser gun was exhausted and the corpses piled up into a hill on the ground that this fanatical suicide finally came to an end.
The most chilling thing is that all the corpses were smiling before they died, and the corners of their mouths were raised wildly, as if they were satirizing this desperate world.
Soon, these people who committed suicide also appeared in the projected pictures, and began to drink, take drugs, and party in groups on the streets of the huge cyberpunk city, venting the long-standing desires in their hearts.
For them, this long-lost freedom is the most precious thing in the world.
From the perspective of the Imperial Tribunal, there is no doubt that these guys are complete heretics, and they dare to insult the emperor, who is the lord of mankind.
But the problem is that no matter how unforgivable crimes they committed, these people are already dead.
All the tortures prepared for living people no longer have even the slightest deterrent effect on them.
Just when the atmosphere at the scene became a little strange, Zuo Si, who had been silent for a long time, asked this time: "Is there anyone else who wants to commit suicide and hand over his soul in advance?
If not, then line up, press your fingerprints on the contract, and then go to the city to spend the rest of your life.
Don't worry, it doesn't make much difference if you arrive earlier or later.
You can wait until you are old enough to be riddled with pain before heading to my country."
After hearing these words, the deserter who had witnessed thousands of people rushing to commit suicide finally let out a long breath, broke free from the soldiers' control and walked straight to the front, knelt down on one knee and saluted.
"Thank you for your generosity and kindness! You are the only light, the only hope in my gloomy life, and the savior of us abandoned people. If possible, can you tell us your name?"
"Sos, you can call me this."
Zuo Si's voice obviously contained powerful spiritual magic power, which instantly had a huge impact on these mortals.
To be precise, no matter whether it was the prisoner who was sent as soul currency, or the captain and crew of the transport ship, they all felt as if a heavy hammer had hit their hearts, as if the figure shining with metallic luster in front of them suddenly appeared.
It has become extremely tall, making people want to kneel down and worship.
Especially for psykers, it was like seeing a brand new star torch in the subspace, even brighter than the one on Terra.
"Praise you! Great Soth! From now on you are our faith! Our god!"
The deserter who was affected by psychic magic knelt on the ground and shouted fanatically.
Not only him, but also the other prisoners who realized that not only would they not die, but that they would be able to go to a freer and better world after death, they all immediately showed an irrational religious fanaticism.
Due to the birth and rapid development of the state religion, most civilians in the empire had long been accustomed to religion for a full 10,000 years.
Especially after seeing with their own eyes the supernatural power and the world after death displayed by Zuo Si, they directly transferred their original belief in the human emperor.
After all, almost no one has seen the emperor since he sat on the Golden Throne, and all records of him only exist in the mythical stories in the scriptures.
But everything Zuo Si showed in front of him was witnessed by his own eyes.
In this way, millions of prisoners were transformed into fanatical believers directly on the spot.
Under the arrangements of New Phyrexia's creation, they quickly entered the already built city and began a new and free life.
Since the entire planet is intelligently automated based on oil, there is no need for fragile and easily damaged organisms like humans as a labor force.
Food, medical care and daily necessities are all provided free of charge, which makes the prisoners who have long been accustomed to being constantly squeezed and exploited feel strongly uncomfortable.
They simply couldn't believe that they could actually live this beautiful life they dreamed of while still alive.
There is no need to work here, there is no concept of class or money, and everyone is absolutely equal.
You can even enter the virtual world and play games through the brain interface.
The only thing that needs to be done is to take some time every day to go to the nearby self-organized church to pray and thank the great god Soth for giving such a wonderful life.
Obviously, having played an absolute dictatorial monarchy in Faerûn and a theocracy in Azeroth, Zuo Si now plans to play a utopian government in the Warhammer universe.
He wants to use shimmering oil to replace artificial intelligence and create a perfect country for mankind that only exists in ideals.
Of course, the price is that after all human beings enjoy a lifetime, their souls will fall into hell and become the source of their strength.
While Zuo Si was receiving a steady stream of prisoners sent by Imperial Navy transport ships, Sister Grace had already returned to the sacred home planet of Terra with the first transport ship.
At this moment, she stood in front of the imperial regent and carefully reported.
It took about ten minutes for Robert Guilliman to finish digesting the information and asked with a frown: "So this mysterious being who calls himself Soth may be a god? His purpose of obtaining souls through the exchange is to increase his own wealth.
believer?"
Grace quickly responded: "Sorry, Your Excellency Regent, we have too little information on this to make an accurate judgment. But one thing is certain, and that is that he should not have much malice towards the empire or even mankind for the time being.
.On the contrary, he was a little too kind to the prisoners he sent."
"Haha, this is a good thing. It means that we are dealing with a kind and compassionate being. Oh, by the way, I heard that you brought back a super weapon when you came back this time?"
Robert Guilliman slowly stood up from his seat, and his huge height instantly gave others around him a strong sense of oppression.
You must know that the height of the Astartes warriors is generally less than two and a half meters, the height of the Custodes is about three meters, and even the shortest Primarch is more than three and a half meters tall.
This also means that the average human planoplasma can usually only feel the opponent's thick thighs.
And this is just the difference in height and body shape.
As for combat effectiveness...
If an Astartes warrior kills an ordinary infantryman, it is like a human squeezing a chicken to death. The latter has no resistance at all, then the Primarch kills an Astartes warrior with absolute crushing.
After all, sons of gods and demigods are not just talked about casually.
Although Robert Guilliman's ability in single combat is relatively weak among all the primarchs, he basically never wins every fight against his brothers who have taken refuge in the evil god of warp.
But the original body is the original body after all, and even the weakest one cannot be matched by ordinary people.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! What's more, the regent's talent is a mature and rational political mind, as well as the operational ability to discern people's hearts and select talents.
Although he had only just woken up from his deep sleep, he had already succeeded in restoring some vitality to Terra's political scene, which originally exuded a rotten atmosphere.
"Yes, Regent.
I brought back a cannon that can destroy a planet or even a star in an instant.
According to the other party, as long as we hand over the star field on the border to his rule, he can provide one such Star Destroyer Cannon every month.
In addition, I also brought back forty war weapons similar to Titan mechas, as well as half a million sets of power mechas and a large number of supporting weapons and ammunition."
Grace hurriedly sent the list she had prepared in advance over the Internet.
She knew very well that these were sugar-coated bullets that Zuo Si threw to the original body, in order to make the empire more and more dependent on itself in the military and technological fields.
After all, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
After enjoying really good products, you will definitely not be able to bear to use products with various defects.
"Star Destroyer?!"
Robert Guilliman glanced at the parameter introduction on the electronic screen and showed a very surprised expression.
As a Primarch who inherited countless forbidden knowledge from the Emperor, he could of course see through it at a glance and the working principle of this thing was to extract energy from the subspace and then release it through acceleration.
However, unlike chaotic and random subspace storms, this thing is concentrated to a single point and penetrates the star core.
"Is it subspace technology again?"
There was strong doubt in the voice of Belisarius Caul, the great sage of the Mechanicus standing next to the Imperial Regent.
Because this is not the first creation that Zuo Si has come up with that maturely utilizes the energy of different spaces, but almost every creation uses subspace energy to a greater or lesser extent.
What was most difficult for him to understand was that these uses of subspace chaotic energy were not full of instability like human technology, but eliminated dangers to the greatest extent, and even ordinary people would not have much problem using them.
.
At least from the reports coming back from various fronts so far, it is almost impossible to see any weapons and equipment using subspace energy that have caused terrible explosions or disasters due to being destroyed by the enemy.
Some large-scale mechas can even continue to work tenaciously after being damaged by more than 70%, which made the Astartes Chapter and Supernumerary Sons full of praise. They all said that the Empire's technological research and development and logistics departments had finally done something.
Once a person.
Robert Guilliman was obviously aware of this. He lowered his head and stared at this old friend who had awakened him from a ten-thousand-year slumber. He asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you think this is the work of the evil gods of subspace?"
Forbidden knowledge to use?”
Belisarius Call immediately shook his head and replied: "No, of course not.
The technology of the Chaos Evil God is unstable and chaotic, and these technologies tend to be mature and stable.
The two take completely different technical routes.
I just feel a little strange how the other party tamed the chaotic energy of subspace.
Especially those mysterious symbols and patterns are obviously an unknown technology, just like the advanced technology mastered by the Necron."
"Perhaps when we have the opportunity next time, we can talk to each other face to face.
After all, judging from previous reports, this unknown being who called himself Soth killed the incarnation of Khorne, and he should not be the same as the Chaos Evil God.
But for now, let's focus on this expedition.
You must know that the empire is now facing unprecedented challenges, and countless people are suffering heavy casualties under the attacks of chaos forces and aliens.
We must give all our enemies a head-on blow and show them the cost of challenging the Empire's authority over the galaxy."
After saying that, the original body clenched his fist tightly, his eyes shining with perseverance.