With the departure of the evil god of subspace and the return of Robert Guilliman to the real universe, the subspace area that originally belonged to the Garden of Nurgle but has now become the realm of the new God of Death has completely returned to peace.
Because unlike Nurgle, the god of life and fertility, the power Jaina controls is coldness and death, so there is nothing that can be called alive in the realm she rules.
Whether it is the putrid demons, walking corpses, Great Unclean Ones, or the maggots, mosquitoes, flies, bacteria, viruses, fungi that form a symbiotic relationship with them, or the twisted animals and plants that are spread in every corner of the entire garden, nowadays
All have disappeared.
Instead, trillions of undead souls were born after turning from life to death.
And the number is still increasing with the expansion of the realm of death and the power of order in the subspace.
The most powerful and impressive among them is undoubtedly the huge mountain of flesh reshaped from the huge corpse of Nurgle.
In previous battles, it had already demonstrated many terrifying abilities under Jaina's control, which once made Tzeentch afraid to approach it easily.
But now, this undead creature that looks very ugly and ferocious is crawling on the ground like a dog, opening its mouth and sticking out its tongue to please its owner.
Although Nurgle's essence as the Chaos God of Warp no longer exists, the huge life energy he left behind created a terrifying monster when it fell into the completely opposite side.
Looking at the rapidly expanding realm of death and the army of undead demons, Jaina raised her hand and gently touched half of her skeleton, while the other half still maintained her beautiful face in life. She turned around and said in a cold and emotionless tone: "
I have now become the absolute master of the death realm in this universe.
I can get strength from everything related to death.
Whether it is death from war killings, or from hunger, disease, plague and normal natural death.
Over time, it is almost a matter of course for Tzeentch and Slaanesh to surpass Khorne and become the most powerful evil gods.
But the problem is that while I continue to gain strength, I will continue to be affected by the thoughts, consciousness and spirit of mortals, and eventually become less and less like myself, until I become some kind of abstract aggregate of consciousness.
Do you have any good ideas for this?"
Zuo Si thought for a moment and quickly shook his head: "Sorry, these are the rules of the universe we live in now, and no one can change them easily.
Otherwise, why do you think I only sent an incarnation of the shimmering oil instead of letting the true body come?
Because if the true body arrives, it will be dragged into the subspace in an instant due to a large amount of faith and worship to form a powerful physical projection, which may even cause the planeswalker's spark to extinguish.
So I did the next best thing and created a huge sea of glittering oil here, absorbing matter and energy by transferring the glittering oil.
But fortunately, through this in-depth exploration of the subspace and some information provided by the Lord of Humanity, I still found a way to avoid similar situations.
It just might take a little bit of risk.”
"Oh? What is the method? What does the risk mean?"
Jaina's two completely different eyes exuded a strange light.
To be precise, the half of her face that retains her original beautiful appearance still has eyes that glow with a chilly dark blue, while the other half of her skull shows a grayish-white light that symbolizes death.
Not only the faces, but also the bodies are almost the same.
If nothing else, this should represent the process of life from birth to death, and has some special symbolic meaning.
For ordinary people, seeing this combination of beautiful women and skeletons, they would definitely feel both physical and psychological discomfort.
But Zuo Si, who has long been accustomed to dealing with corpses and undead, has long been accustomed to it. He even felt the beauty of withering and death. He stretched out his cold metal hand to lift his hair and gently brushed the other person's cheek, explaining in a slightly playful tone.
: “My method is actually very simple.
That is to save and back up your current thoughts and consciousness in the sea of oil, and complete a part of yourself to keep connected with it.
This is like cloud storage in network technology.
Relying on the huge spiritual energy of the Sea of Sparkling Oil to resist the erosion of mortal thoughts and consciousness, and then using this storage and backup to repair and reset one's own consciousness at regular intervals.
The most important thing is that you can also control the shimmering oil to a certain extent, making it a tool to strengthen your undead army."
"You mean...let the Sea of Sparkling Oil become the source of the power of order in the entire subspace?"
As one of the most talented mortals in Azeroth as a mage, Jaina was undoubtedly trying to be clever, and she immediately guessed Zuo Si's true intention.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "That's right.
You have to understand that although we have injected the power of order into the subspace, the chaos that has lasted for tens of millions of years still has an overwhelming advantage.
In other words, the power of Chaos had already formed its own source before the birth of Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh.
That’s why Chaos Evil Gods will be born one after another in the future.
But you are different. Although you are the first god born in subspace with a strong tendency towards law, you do not have your own source of order.
On the contrary, your ascension to the gods is achieved through the ritual process of death's victory over life.
In order to prevent you from being eroded by the chaos and chaotic nature of subspace, you need to find your own source of order.
And there is nothing better suited to accomplish this mission than the sea of sparkling oil I created."
Hearing these words, Jaina suddenly fell into deep thought.
Because she knew her master was right.
After all, on a scale as large as the Milky Way or even the entire universe, its existence and development itself are more inclined to chaos theory, and everything is full of disorder, randomness, chance and uncertainty.
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In the same way, after Jaina becomes the God of Death, she will inevitably be affected by the various chaotic thoughts of mortals during the death process, and will inevitably slowly evolve from order to chaos.
But if she closely connects her consciousness with the Sea of Shimmering Oil, she can resist this erosion and ensure that the realm of death is always tilted toward order, and then continues to expand until the chaos and order of the subspace form a delicate balance.
Of course, this is a long process, and it also requires the birth of more gods of order.
After thinking about this, Jaina raised her head and asked directly: "What should I do?"
"It's very simple. Close your eyes, relax yourself wholeheartedly, and leave the rest to me."
As he said that, Zuo Si held the other person's face with both hands, and suddenly a large amount of subspace oil gushed out from his palms, pouring it into half of Jaina's skeletal body.
Under the influence of the shimmering oil, the original dense white bones were covered with metallic muscles, bones and skin in a short time.
The eye socket without any eyeballs also has an electronic eye that emits red light.
Almost at the same time, his authority and essence as the God of Death were gradually infected, until a channel was formed that was stably connected to the Shimmering Oil Sea.
After finishing all this, Zuo Sicai let go of his hand and looked at the greatly changed Gianna in front of him, and asked with interest: "How do you feel now?"
"Hmm...it seems a little strange, as if there are two consciousnesses and two personalities existing at the same time."
Jaina slowly opened her eyes and raised the mechanical arm transformed from the skeleton, with a very confused expression on her face.
"now it's right.
Because your consciousness and personality have been uploaded to the huge sea of oil and stored.
When you connect to it, you will naturally have this slightly weird feeling.
But don't worry, you just need to distinguish and remember which one is the backup and which one is your current self.
By then, as long as the link is made every once in a while and the backup is used to correct the personality, it will be ensured that it will never be corrupted by chaos.
In fact, the reason why the Lord of Mankind has not been driven crazy by those messy beliefs and prayers for thousands of years is due to this kind of continuous self-correction.
It's just that the storage method he used was not the sea of sparkling oil, but the golden throne made of unknown technology.
Robert Guilliman met him for the first time after waking up, and what he saw was the Emperor who had fallen into semi-madness because he had not corrected his personality for a long time."
Zuo Si said everything he knew directly without any cover-up.
"I see!"
Jaina suddenly understood.
She had always been a little unclear about why the Lord of Mankind behaved like a deranged lunatic, and at other times could be wise and calm to deal with various crises by manifesting spirits, possessing people, sending cursed legions, and creating living saints.
But now everything is revealed.
This also explains very well why the emperor never took the final step to ascend to godhood.
Because his personality has not been tainted by mortal beliefs, he is still the great leader who was willing to make all sacrifices for the continuation of the human race ten thousand years ago.
Wanting to understand this, Jaina immediately asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you think he will choose to ascend to god like me?"
"have no idea.
Maybe, maybe not.
Anyway, I have put another path to godhood in front of him, and it depends on his own choice as to what he wants to do.
And I think that if the Emperor can bring the loyalist Primarchs together to ascend to the gods and build a huge human pantheon, with the size of mankind now in the galaxy, he can complete the suppression of the chaotic forces of the subspace and replicate the process of the rise of the Eldar.
It's definitely not a problem.
Okay, that’s it for discussing the human empire and emperor.
Now you'd better deal with Mortarion and his Death Guard legions."
Having said that, Zuo Si turned his gaze to the demon primordial who stood motionless in the distance as if he had lost his soul, then picked up the huge green gem transformed from Nurgle's eye that fell on the ground, and then
Open a portal to the physical universe and disappear.
To be precise, the Death Guard and their Genefather have remained in this state of complete quiescence since Nurgle was slain.
Because the faith in their hearts collapsed.
The huge impact on the spiritual level is no less than the physical death and decay during the fall.
And out of respect for the Lord of Mankind and Robert Guilliman, Jaina did not convert these traitors when transforming the Garden of Nurgle into the Realm of Death, but completely ignored them.
However, the emperor and the imperial regent obviously didn't care about their life and death, and they didn't even mention it from beginning to end.
This also means that the Death Guard has completely become abandoned.
pain!
despair!
remorse!
As Nurgle's power disappeared from their bodies, the same silly smiles of madmen and mental patients could no longer be seen on their faces. Swelling, ulceration, and various diseases in the body began to torture the fragile nerves again.
Some guys with severely distorted shapes can't even stay standing at all, and can only struggle to kneel on the ground or simply lie down, twitching violently and uncontrollably from head to toe.
There is no doubt that this is the most real and cruel reality after losing Nurgle's blessing.
Don't look at the many people calling "loving father" one after another, thinking that as long as they fall into his arms, they can avoid the pain caused by diseases and plagues.
But in fact, like various narcotics, it cannot fundamentally solve the problem. It only temporarily paralyzes the nerves through the power of subspace.
When Nurgle's blessing disappears, all the pain will be doubled, making people unable to survive or die.
"Mortarion, is there anything you want to say now?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jaina walked straight up and stared at the demonic original that looked like a giant moth in front of her, with naked and undisguised disdain in her eyes.
Because in her opinion, the other party is like a clown and a resentful woman. From the beginning to the end, she never looks for problems within herself and only blames others for her faults.
This is completely different from Arthas, who fell into the Dreadlord's trap and fell into corruption in order to save the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
It is even more incomparable to her own initiative to put on the Helm of Dominance and become the Lich King in order to save her lover.
If I had to use one word to describe Mortalion's life, it would undoubtedly be "torture".
On the one hand, he has a strong and very sensitive self-esteem, and will regard many others' kindness and help as contempt for himself. At the same time, he is also very jealous of those brothers who are favored and valued by the emperor.
On the other hand, he is an out-and-out Social Darwinist. He believes that might is right, that the emperor and the empire are hypocritical, and that there is no need to take care of civilians who are not combatants. He also feels from the bottom of his heart that apart from soldiers, all civilians are
Under et al.
What's even more ridiculous is that as the person who hates psychic powers the most among all the primarchs, after a fierce battle with his good brother Jaghatai Khan, he actually started to study psychic powers directly, and even found himself an almost ridiculous person.
The excuse is that in order to defeat warp demons and psykers, one needs to learn and understand the relevant knowledge.
As a result, Xuexuexue's room was filled with various spell scrolls and magic weapons.
This is basically as pure self-deception as communicating with a lady at a negative distance in the name of fighting pornography.
However, this is only a small manifestation of Mortalion's countless strange brain circuits.
Later, he was led by Typhas and had no choice but to fall into the arms of Nurgle, which made countless people complain. Typhas was the original body of the Death Guard, and Mortarion was only qualified to be the captain of the first company.
Because it's really embarrassing.
Of all the Primarchs, he was the only Genefather to be defeated.
After becoming Nurgle's lackey, Typhas completely ignored Mortarion's orders and acted alone, never paying attention to the latter.
Being able to get to this level can basically be called the "Shame of the Primarch".
Although in terms of personal strength, this guy should be ranked among the top among the original bodies, and he is a very capable fighter.
"What can I say now? I am just a pawn played by fate. Now that I have chosen this path, there is no reason to look back."
Mortalion took off the mask on his face, revealing a pale face covered with raised pimples.
Unlike other people who took refuge in Nurgle, he did not suffer from severe swelling, decay or mutation. It was just that his eyes looked like they had cataracts.
I don't know whether it was the original body's resistance that was relatively high or Nurgle's mercy.
"In that case, then embrace the true power of death and become my tool."
As she blurted out the last word, Jaina suddenly released a large amount of gray-white psychic energy that symbolized death, shrouding the entire Death Guard army in it.
Soon, the mutated, swollen, and rotten parts of their bodies completely disappeared, and were replaced by undead bodies that looked somewhat shriveled and thin.
Especially for the demon primarch, the skin and muscles on the face cling to the bones as if they have lost blood and moisture, and the lips cannot even completely cover the teeth. It looks like a living mummy or skeleton.
When the icy coldness spread out, the Death Guard finally completed the transformation, and they all knelt on the ground and swore allegiance to the new god.
Especially Mortalion, who had obtained the coveted power of death as he wished, lowered his head in an extremely humble manner for the first time, and there was no longer any rebelliousness in his eyes.
Because Jaina is a God of Death who prefers order, she will never allow even a tiny bit of resistance or disobedience.
"Now I appoint you as the commander-in-chief of the Scourge Legion expeditionary force, responsible for leading the fleet to attack the forces of Chaos and consume their power at all costs."
Jaina gave straightforward orders to the Death Guard.
After all, becoming the God of Death is just the beginning, there are still many things that need to be done next, and she needs someone to continue this war on her behalf.
This is also the main purpose of transforming this battle-hardened army.
"As you wish, great goddess of death."
Mortalion made a low and hoarse voice, then stood up slowly, revealing a power mecha that had been transformed by rune magic and looked like a death knight's armor.
Not only him, but also the other Astartes warriors of the Death Guard Legion.
With the power given by Jaina, the death-embracing primarch immediately began to gather the legions, gathering all the undead creatures transformed from demons in the death realm, and took a huge death fortress to attack the fierce fighting.
The front line moves on.
Obviously, the real purpose of this move is to normalize and prolong the subspace war on an unprecedented scale, and gradually reduce the dependence on the input of external forces in the physical universe.
After Mortalion set off, Jaina asked Wa Banxian without looking back: "Based on the current casualties, how long do you think this war can last without the intervention of the master?"
"At least three thousand to five thousand years.
After all, Shining Oil creations originally possess powerful self-healing capabilities.
Even if they are severely damaged, some of the expeditionary forces can maintain their combat effectiveness by devouring each other.
Moreover, the corpses and spiritual energy left behind by the demons after death will also provide some material and energy."
Vashtor thought for a moment and gave an exact time.
"That means we don't need to worry at all, right?" Jaina continued to ask expressionlessly.
Vashtor answered without thinking: "Yes, the ones who should be worried now are Khorne, Tzeentch and Slaanesh.
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Setting off a subspace storm will have an impact on the real universe.
Even the great rift tearing apart the Milky Way has a vague tendency to heal.
In other words, as long as this war continues, the chaotic power of subspace will continue to shrink until it returns to the state around the 30th millennium when mankind was unified.
What's more, the Soul Forge domain that I rule is also producing various demonic engines and war weapons day and night."
"Very good!" After hearing this answer, Jaina finally showed a look of satisfaction on her face. "Next, I will need to spend fifty to one hundred years to shape the Death Realm, and I will leave the war and logistics to you.
Already."
"No problem, this is what I'm good at."
Vashtor put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, expressing his obedience and respect to the newly born goddess of death.
…
With the end of the Plague War, the death of Nurgle, the Four Evil Gods of Chaos, and the ascension of Jaina, Zuo Si finally achieved his set goals through a series of plans and interventions.
In the same way, Robert Guilliman also achieved his wish to turn the precarious Empire of Man from danger into safety.
Although there are still threats such as Abaddon, Orks, Tyranids and Necrons, at least we no longer have to worry about the corruption from subspace, and we can start to solve the numerous internal problems that have accumulated for thousands of years.
If the empire established by the Emperor's Great Crusade was a system that was barely runnable by stringing together a bunch of messy codes, then the current empire is a system that has been running for a long time with countless bug fixes. At a glance, everything is a mountain of shit.
Code and a system on the verge of collapse.
Even Robert Guilliman, a famous operations master, master of the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, and founder of the Second Empire, could not help but remain silent after carefully reading all the information.
Although he had long expected that the empire's current administrative and judicial systems were in bad shape, he never expected that it would be so bad that it would be so shocking.
Needless to say, the infamous Tribunal is simply a gathering place for demons and crazy people. In the end, they will either go crazy or be corrupted by Chaos.
Anyone who can work until retirement in a healthy state of mind is 100% sure to be lazy and fishing.
The administrative system basically doesn't care about anything other than ensuring taxation, allowing the planetary governors and sector governors to do whatever they want.
In many areas, more than half of the population does not even have basic living security. They can only be tied to their jobs like slaves and work day and night. They will be exhausted to death by the age of thirty-five to forty.
Others were randomly accused of a crime and sent to the Mechanicus to become "machine servants" or "wetware (human organs, mainly brains)", or were sent to Zuo Si as soul currency to be exchanged for various kinds of things.
Such goods and weapons and equipment.
The most terrible thing is that with such a huge empire, daily administrative work uses pens and paper instead of computers.
Yes, you are not mistaken.
The rule of such a powerful galactic empire was actually based on primitive pen and paper.
Just the daily expenses, equipment status, material supplies, and personnel losses of a legion would consume dozens or even hundreds of pages of paper to record.
If it were expanded to a planet, a sector, or even the entire empire, it would be a terrible disaster for statistics and reviewers.
To sum up, it can be imagined how low the administrative efficiency of the empire was, and how serious the level of corruption and abuse of power was.
The reason why this magical situation occurs is, on the one hand, due to the extreme distrust of artificial intelligence, and on the other hand, the computer system is very vulnerable to erosion by the Dark Mechanicus and the power of subspace.
Looking at the piles of documents on the table and the large number of shocking records, Robert Guilliman couldn't help but hold his forehead and reveal a wry smile: "Well, I now understand what Soth said that it is a miracle that the empire can survive to this day.
What does the statement mean.
I'm afraid that if you look through the history of the human race, you won't be able to find a regime as cruel, cold, ruthless and extreme as the Empire.
No wonder so many people hate it and actively choose to embrace Chaos.
If it were not for the maintenance of the state religion, I am afraid it would have collapsed a long time ago amid the successive resistances."
"Are you disappointed with the situation within the empire?" Heroic Felix asked cautiously.
Robert Guilliman shook his head slightly: "No, not disappointed at all. I just feel that the people of the empire have endured too much suffering in these ten thousand years, and a large part of it is the emperor and us.
It’s the original body’s fault. Also, what do you think about the stowaway situations reported by some planetary governors near the Bottas sector?”
"Smuggling?"
Felix was stunned for a moment, then turned his attention to the reports in the upper right corner of the desk, and then showed a helpless expression.
"I think this should be normal.
After all, in such remote and backward areas, most colonial planets basically adopt either slavery, serfdom or feudalism.
The people at the bottom seem to be living in darkness and despair.
In the past, because other planets around them were like this, they had no other choice.
But now as more and more people know about the wealth and prosperity of the Bottas sector, and as trade activities become more and more frequent, these civilians who see hope will naturally choose to go to a better place to make a living.
I think this is understandable from a personal perspective.
Although perhaps in the eyes of the Planetary Governor, the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy, all stowaways are not loyal enough and should be punished with death."
It must be said that the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar is indeed one of the few beacons of light in the human empire.
It would have been impossible for someone born in other regions to say such objective and rational words. Instead, they would have directly shouted at the stowaways to beat them and kill them.
Robert Guilliman was obviously very satisfied with the position of his genetic descendant, and continued to say: "But what is really interesting about these reports is that the planetary governors of all planets where illegal immigrants have occurred have begun or taken the initiative to
, or are forced to improve people's livelihood.
About half of them even abolished slavery and serfdom and significantly reduced tax rates.
Obviously, this is voting with your feet that South mentioned.
According to his theory, in civilized competition, if a regime cannot maintain a relatively comfortable and decent life for the people, then a large number of people will be lost.
I think the emperor must have seen this, so he allowed him to establish a second human regime.
In this way, it is possible for the empire to complete internal reforms through this kind of competition.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if it fails, anyway, even if the empire destroys human civilization, it can continue in another way.”
"What? Those greedy planetary governors actually chose to give in instead of suppressing!"
Felix opened his mouth in surprise, his eyes as if he saw bellicose green-skinned orcs holding hands, singing and dancing.
"Because they dare not suppress violently, otherwise the flight of the people at the bottom will not stop but will intensify.
When the population decreases to a certain level, the planetary governor will be executed for failing to pay the tithe in time.
In the past, because the empire was isolated, trade could only be conducted through Rogue Traders even between sectors, so most of the planetary governors had nothing to fear.
Because civilians have no chance to contact the outside world and have no ability to resist tyranny.
But now with the promulgation of the new law and the huge transportation fleet and manufacturing capabilities that Soth possesses, he can maintain frequent trade contacts with many star regions at the same time.
This means that whether those governors are willing or not, they must face the reality that they no longer enjoy an absolute monopoly over the population under their rule, but must compete with Soth."
Speaking of this, Robert Guilliman suddenly paused, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Now there are only two paths before the Governor.
Either choose to improve people's livelihood and prevent a mass exodus of people, or lie down and wait to be prosecuted and executed by the empire when they cannot pay the tithe tax.
I think most people will choose the former.
This will help the environment within the empire to ease from a high-pressure state.
In addition, stable trade will strengthen the connections between various planets and star regions, allowing those originally poor and backward areas to obtain development opportunities, while increasing commercial tax revenue.
Therefore, although the empire lost a large number of people on the surface after the promulgation of that decree, it was actually beneficial to the overall situation.
I can ignore the governors for now and start splitting the powers of the Inquisition and restoring normalcy to the twisted and sick justice system.
Then let the normal judicial system oversee the bureaucracy.
In this way, it won’t take long for the empire to gradually emerge from the dark forty thousand years.”
Obviously, for the Imperial Regent, there are currently two most troublesome institutions that need to be resolved, one is the Inquisition, and the other is the State Church.
The former represents unchecked terrifying power. As long as the reason is justifiable, the inquisitor can do almost anything he wants, whether it is suddenly kicking open the door and killing everyone in the room without trial, or asking the High Lords Council to sign an extermination order.
The latter involves the religious beliefs and ideologies of more than 99% of the population.
No matter which one you want to reform, it is equivalent to walking in a minefield.
Yingjie Felix cautiously reminded: "Splitting the Tribunal is not an easy task. I think you'd better be cautious, otherwise there will be big trouble."
"Don't worry, I have won the support of the Imperial Army, and the Imperial Army is the only legion that does not need to look at the face of the Inquisition."
A confident smile appeared on Robert Guilliman's face.
If his biggest gain from this journey is anything, it is undoubtedly that he has proven to everyone that he represents the will of the Lord of Humanity.
Therefore, the imperial guards, who had always obeyed the emperor's orders, bowed their heads without saying a word.
What does it mean to have the full support of the Custodes on Terra?
It means that no matter what you do, you will have the most powerful force to guarantee it!
It is precisely because of this that Robert Guilliman dared to take action against the Inquisition, the largest authority within the empire.
However, it is foreseeable that the Inquisition, which has enjoyed unsupervised power for ten thousand years, will never be willing to fall from the altar like this.
Their top leaders will definitely make a last ditch effort just like the previous Council of High Lords.
As for what exactly will happen, no one knows.
But what is certain is that there will definitely be a good show of power struggle on Terra.
Of course, these have nothing to do with Zuo Si.
Currently, he is working with Jinji Tasha to complete the research on the fragments of the Star God sent back by the planeswalkers.
"How, have you figured out what this thing is?"
Zuo Si asked, staring at the big hand transformed from shining oil on the experimental table.
Jinji Tasha answered very simply: "Yes, we've almost figured it out.
I have to say that the Star God is really a very wonderful life form.
First of all, it can be confirmed that they are not real gods. They have neither divine essence nor divine power. All the power they display comes from the original cosmic energy.
In other words, the Star God and the Infinity Stones are actually somewhat similar. Although their strengths and weaknesses are different, they both represent one or several types of authority.
Although I haven't figured out why they devour the souls of stars and mortals, I can confirm that it is definitely not for survival.
The most important thing is that I can use some magic and devices to remove the remaining consciousness inside, so that it can be used by you."
"You mean...to make this fragment into equipment or props similar to the Infinity Stones?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"That's right.
I'm going to distill it and make it into a gem.
However, since your spark has not yet connected to that universe, it can only be used by the incarnation of Shining Oil.
In addition, I hope to collect more Star God fragments for more in-depth research.
It would be best to be a complete Star God if possible.
This is really important.
If we can find a way to complete the Star God, then Shuoyou can further gain the supreme power to complete all existences in the entire multiverse."
When saying these words, Jinji Tasha's tone was full of excitement and excitement.
Because for him, the Star God Fragment is simply the most incredible creation among all the life-related items he has studied.
Although in terms of power, the Star Gods may be far less powerful than the Titans in the universe where Azeroth is located, nor are they as powerful as the humans who have awakened the power of blood in the world of Sanctuary.
But this cannot conceal its unique way of existence and life form.
"A complete star god..."
Zuo Si touched his chin and the name "Outsider" Saranoga came to mind for the first time.
Because this is the only complete star god in the Warhammer universe, and it is currently turning into a Dyson sphere floating in the outer reaches of the galaxy, closing in on itself.
The reason is that this guy was hallucinated by the Eldar Laughing God Xi Gaoqi, and he regarded the other star gods as vests of the Eldar gods. As a result, after eating, his mind was filled with thoughts of the dead star gods, and he fell into a trance.
A state of insanity.
The Tyranids happened to pass by him when they were invading the galaxy, and he was so frightened that he jumped into a circle.
As for the other star gods, they were basically either eaten in the process of cannibalism, or were cut into pieces by the Necrons' back stabs, and the pieces were very, very thorough.
Belisarius Cawl alone found a dozen or eight battery packs powered by C'tan shards in the Sotha Lighthouse.
One can imagine how cunning the Necron's tactics were in order to prevent them from gathering together and resurrecting.
Some fragments of the Star God that have been gathered together and possess sufficient intelligence have even merged into dozens or even dozens of pieces.
So if you want to get a complete star god, "outsider" Saranoga is almost the only choice.
But the problem is that Zuo Si is not sure whether his incarnation of Shuoyou can beat this guy.
After all, another Night Holder, who is known as the strongest Star God, scared the Ancient Sage so much that he almost peed his pants when he showed up, which shows how powerful he is.
Just when he was thinking about whether to give it a try, Jinji Tasha had already completed peeling off the consciousness of the fragment of the Star God, peeling off the essence of the fragment from the big metal hand, and gradually shaped it into a gem exuding silver translucent brilliance.
However, this gem seems to be unstable, always switching between solid and liquid states.
The latter took a long time to gradually solidify.
Finally, this gem, which shone like mercury, slowly fell into Zuo Si's palm.
"Great Father of New Phyrexia, authority over all the power of the universe is now yours."
Jinji Tasha solemnly bent down and bowed deeply.
"well done.
In recognition of your recent research results, I authorize you to go to the Warhammer Universe to communicate with Vashtor.
All your questions about the Warp and the C'tan can be discussed with him.
I think he should know something inside."
Zuo Si played with the gem, feeling the power contained in it, and decisively gave the Blue Demon Judge the reward he wanted most.