Chapter 117 106. Don’t be afraid, just do it!
Endurance.
Mortarion stood on the observation deck. The dark shadows in the room shrouded the body of the Lord of Death. In the distance, the Galasper Galaxy was like a bright dot, slowly floating in the universe.
Silence, but Mortarion knew the people up there were wailing.
This is a completely twisted country.
The rulers of Galaspa, the Knights, brutally exploited their people.
The sky of the main planet is shrouded in the exhaust gas of chemical plants, and the rivers are flowing with yellow chemicals. The people are whispering in the bottom nest. The people ruled by chemicals have already numbed themselves, numbed, and obeyed.
The small hierarchy would be modified, their arms attached to flogging instruments, and completely different chemicals injected to keep them brutal and aggressive.
And among these people who have been tortured by drugs and life to the point of losing everything are the carefree supreme rulers.
They just need to stay intact in the top nest, occasionally look at the data coming from the bottom nest and the middle nest, and then kill all the relevant tea workers because today's black tea is unpalatable.
The tyrants of the Order languished in their paradise, knowing that no one could challenge them.
Outside the main star, countless subsidiary planets have been transformed, bulky and huge anti-invasion systems have been installed, and huge turrets and torpedo arsenals have filled the orbit of each subsidiary planet.
This is a galaxy that is heavily armed and extremely difficult to attack.
Even if this civilization doesn't have the technology to travel long distances, they don't need that. They just need to lie here safe and warm.
So they declined the Empire's invitation.
The Empire's pioneer ship to explore was shot down.
However, they are not the only ones who are timid and afraid of death.
Imperial Army bureaucracy shelved concerns about the Galaspa offensive.
Lockdown, that's what they suggested.
The reason is that the empire does not have enough troops in this star field, and the other two legions are fighting against the orcs.
In their deduction, the Battle of Galaspa will be a protracted tug-of-war. The Empire needs to surround this galaxy and slowly tear apart its galaxy defenses bit by bit.
absurd.
This is the conclusion given by Mortarion.
Tyrants are raging, humans are wailing, and apart from their racial differences, the ruling class on Galaspa are no different from Barbarus.
The trial is over.
Mortarion looked at the cold Galaspar system indifferently.
Let misfortune and death go together.
He will give them the sentence of death.
Let the Death Guard put an end to this.
Planet Sigma 373.
Hades shrunk like a fat mouse and popped his head out of the shuttle again.
Jin stood puzzled outside the shuttle, with a question mark on the display screen, waiting for their second journey.
In the distance, the first batch of skitarii had arrived in the city and began searching and exploring.
Through sound wave detection, there are still food storage rooms underground, and there are no dead souls wearing pajamas.
Simple protective barriers were placed around the square of the black stone obelisk by the Skitarii, waiting for the sage to go over and study them further.
Except for the atmospheric changes in the sky, the shuttle fleet was still unable to lift off normally, and it was not known which fleet had accepted the distress signal sent previously, all of this still followed a fairly typical planetary archaeological process.
There are no enemies, no sorcery, and no large weapons arsenal has been discovered. The armament of this planet still remains at a regional level.
There are only agricultural systems that still follow the established code, those carts full of food.
Hades scratched his head, was he too sensitive?
After seeing those weird records for the first time, Hades ran away decisively and stayed here for a while, relying solely on the news from the drones and the skitarii for research.
He carefully checked the information from the previous village and called Sage Kirkland over to ponder it together.
In the end, they came to the conclusion that this was a normal civilization involving psyker research.
In the long history of mankind, there are many civilizations that designed psychics in the Golden Age, and there are many more extreme ones than this.
And the psychic research here is obviously still in the experience stage of "you add this and here, mix it, and then get that one".
Although Hades searched another wave of villages and found notes left by people before, which boasted about the "latest scientific research results" and "recommended investments" and other nonsense.
Of course, the most popular technology among them is that it can relieve weakness and headaches.
This seems to be a side effect of Exorcism from the Dead Realm.
Although many things, such as disease, Mercury retrograde, poor geographical location, and heck, can be explained by weakness and headaches, Hades still feels that this may be a manifestation of mortals being exposed to low-concentration anti-psionic fields.
Hades briefly compiled the current information.
All in all, the largest city on the planet is built around a black stone obelisk.
Farther away from the city, there are "scientific research" villages that study psychic powers.
There should be two factions in this lost civilization at present?
According to data from the frontline skitarii, there are a large number of churches and religious sculptures built in the city.
Based on the record I saw before, it should be a relatively old-fashioned and traditional plot, with a technological sect revolutionizing a religious sect or something.
But what's interesting is that the technological sect here seems to be studying psychic energy, and the god supported by the religious sect seems to be the obelisk.
So how did the human beings here become extinct? It’s
so strange, no matter how you think about it, it’s strange.
Maybe he has little experience.
Hades, Hades, he still knows too little.
Seeing Hades looking at this information and silently thinking about life, Sage Kirkland became normal for once. The sage stretched out his longest limb and patted Hades on the shoulder from behind,
"It's normal."
Kirkland said,
"Sage, I have seen civilizations that uploaded all their wills to wetware and eventually died; I have seen couples addicted to mechanical simulations, and finally the civilizations died due to low fertility rates; I have also seen rulers use virtual characters to control The entire civilization created a civilization that had no faith and eventually became extinct." "
Small civilizations like this that have not mastered biological cloning technology have been gradually exhausted due to their own civil war." "
This kind of psyker leads people , those who try to overthrow the original ruling class have more comments on my code than the sage."
Yes, there is another doubt in Hades, why the woman named "Ribo" is an untouchable, But they are still promoting "psionic energy"?
But in the sage's electric chatter, Hades fell into deep thought. No matter how wrong it was, reality was reality.
The current situation is that no threatening things have been investigated, except for Hades himself who has been chasing rumors.
And according to the words of Sage Kirkland, the special weather in the atmosphere will disappear soon.
Is he really worrying too much this time?
After repeatedly confirming that there was no threat in the information sent by the Skitarii, Hades decided to go to the Obelisk Square and take a look.
And this time Kirkland Sage will follow.
■■,■■.
"Help, help us."
The feeble moans echoed in the empty underground space, filled with putrid stench.
"Oh, kid, keep your voice down."
The Corruptor gurgled up from the pool of liquid.
A rotten body, it appears from the densely packed human body.
"Here he comes,"
the Corruptor muttered.
The moment the one spurned by his loving father set foot on this planet, the Corruption had already won.
He can't escape.
Carefully arranged bait, accumulated numerous sacrifices, at the weak juncture between subspace and physical universe.
Eliminate presence, delay time.
A loving father will appreciate a rotten person.
The screws stuck in the gears of destiny are about to be removed, and destiny will continue to sail exactly according to the established trajectory.
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(End of this chapter)