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.

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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."
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