A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"What kind of loyalty and courage this is! The supreme God Emperor will definitely protect their souls!"

A commander of the Astartes Chapter could not help but sigh as he watched the Nurgle army retreating steadily under the charge of the Krieg Death Corps.

Because if the attacks of these mortal armies could only be described as tragic before, then they can now be described as heroic.

Although they still hold the "XIV" heavy laser guns and shotguns that are famous for being difficult to maintain, and they also equip bayonets in front when charging, the threat they can pose to the enemy has increased by a dozen or even dozens of orders of magnitude. .

As long as they rush closer, these soldiers who regard death as their final destination will drop their weapons, directly activate the desperate virus in their bodies, and turn into pyromen emitting terrifying heat and pounce on their opponents.

Due to their near-infinite regeneration capabilities, they don't have to worry about injuries at all.

Anyone who can maintain a close fight for a short period of time can burn the enemy alive.

Of course, if an Astartes encounters an overly powerful demon or falls into the arms of the Chaos God and is killed, then just before death, the body emitting high temperature can break through the critical point and turn into a self-exploding bomb.

So at this moment, it can be clearly seen that on the front where the Krieg Death Corps comes into contact with the Nurgle army, there will be violent fires and explosions every second on average.

And that was the last and most brilliant light of life that each Krieg soldier erupted before dying.

Only they can maximize the power of the Extremis virus in human bombs.

Otherwise, if it were an ordinary mortal army, they would have chosen to retreat or completely collapse in the face of huge casualties.

After all, survival is a primitive instinct engraved in biological genes.

Especially when you see your comrades around you falling and dying one after another, the strong visual, auditory and olfactory impact will greatly amplify the negative emotions in your heart.

At this time, you need to rely on steely discipline, willpower and faith that override instinct to fight.

Therefore, no matter in any world, there are always only a very small number of heroes and martyrs who can truly accept death.

Once it appears, its deeds will most likely be written into history or become a widely circulated story or poem.

You must know that even for an empire with endless soldiers, the Krieg Death Corps is unique.

Their loyalty to the Emperor of Mankind, and their fighting spirit without fear of death or sacrifice, is even greater than that of most Astartes Space Marines.

Yes, you are not mistaken.

Because even the Astartes may be corrupted by the forces of Chaos, or surrender to the enemy (I'm talking about you, the Tau Astartes Auxiliary, the shame of the Space Marines).

But since experiencing that internal rebellion, the Krieg Death Corps has never seen a similar situation.

Not only that, but what's even more outrageous is that no matter how huge the casualties they suffered, they would never collapse or choose a strategic retreat. Instead, they would meticulously execute their original orders until the last person was dead.

Such outrageous execution made the imperial military love and hate them.

What I hate is that these guys are completely stubborn and don't know how to adapt. Sometimes they can clearly save their strength and wait for support, but they end up completely destroying themselves.

What's even more outrageous is that if any officer dares to stop them from being loyal to the God-Emperor, they might be killed for not being loyal enough, and then they will continue to charge forward and fight to the death with the enemy.

What I love is that these troops from the dead planet really dare to fight and are always the most trustworthy subordinates in war.

The only problem is how to use their fearlessness to death.

Many generals and staff officers were troubled by this.

But now everyone realizes that the desperate virus provided by the empire's allies perfectly solves this problem.

After all, isn't their biggest headache because the casualties of the Krieg Death Corps are always ridiculously high?

There are even many soldiers in the army who can be called "veterans" after only surviving a few months in the war. More than 80% of them will die within a year.

But as long as they can cause higher casualties to the enemy before dying, that's fine.

In war, there are no undead people.

How could a war machine like the Empire, which itself was a militaristic war machine, really care about the lives of ordinary soldiers?

In the eyes of policymakers, a huge population is just a renewable resource, and no matter how many people die, it is just a series of cold numbers.

But they must die worthy!

Today's Krieg Death Corps has accomplished this perfectly.

Similarly, the senior officials of the empire, who have the largest population resources in the entire galaxy, also realize that the Extremis virus is an out-and-out artifact, much easier to use than virus bombs, cyclone torpedoes, nuclear warheads, macro cannons, and light spears. too much.

The most important thing is that this kind of biological weapon is cheap enough to fully utilize the overwhelming advantage of its own population base.

You can even create a whole new class of troops directly.

They don't need to be equipped with any weapons, they just need to inject the Extremis virus into their bodies and then rush towards the enemy under the cover of long-range firepower.

You must know that although the Empire is a super-regime spanning the galaxy, its weapons and equipment have always been quite low-end.

Especially after entering the 40th millennium, both technological level and production and manufacturing capabilities have experienced significant regression.

The supply of weapons and ammunition is also very scarce. Even the Astartes Chapter often lacks supplies, not to mention the situation of the Mortal Auxiliary Army, which can only be described as appalling.

That's why we pay special attention to something like the Extremis Virus, which can turn ordinary people into a lethal weapon instantly after being injected.

In addition to being provided to the military, it can also be distributed to all sectors as strategic reserves.

In this way, even if the area is suddenly invaded by foreign enemies, there is no need to worry too much that they will become food for the Tyranids, or be infected by the power of subspace and become the accomplices of the Chaos Evil God.

Just inject all the people into suicide bombs and die together with the opponent.

Anyway, in the face of crazy enemies such as Tyranids, Orcs, and Warp Demons, civilians had little chance to escape.

Rather than being slaughtered like an animal without restraint, it is better to find a more dignified way of death.

Imagine that hundreds of billions of people in a hive world are instantly transformed into supermen who can release high-temperature flames. How much damage can they cause to the enemy during resistance?

Maybe the other party will be overwhelmed by violent fires and explosions before the occupation is completed.

It only takes a few dozen times for the Tyranids to completely lose interest in humans.

Because these calculating guys never do business at a loss.

As long as they realize that the costs are not proportional to the returns, they will give up without hesitation.

By the same token, even the so-called endless subspace demons would feel helpless against this situation.

After all, although their number is too large to count, it is not easy to enter the material universe on a large scale.

"The Empire must master the method of producing this biological weapon! No matter what the cost!"

A male officer standing at the forefront of the newly built fortifications expressed his truest thoughts with a serious face.

Another older woman standing next to him nodded in agreement: "I completely agree.

This weapon is subversive to the improvement of the overall strength of the empire.

It would inspire the overwhelming superiority in size and numbers of the human race, allowing us to transform our vast populations into weapons that would frighten our enemies.

Even an unarmed civilian can be immediately threatened by a single dose against warp daemons and traitors to the Astartes who have surrendered to the Chaos Gods.

The only problem now is how to get that powerful and mysterious ally to transfer the manufacturing technology of this thing to us, and how to ensure that it will not be used by the enemy. "

"This is an issue that the regent needs to consider. What we have to do now is to win the plague war and banish all these damn demons and traitors back to the subspace."

When he said this, the male officer's eyes showed naked and undisguised murderous intent.

The charge launched by the Krieg Death Corps opened up a relatively safe area for subsequent landing troops, where millions of troops have been airborne in a short period of time, as well as a large number of fully automated modular building materials used to build fortifications.

Not only have high-strength composite armor outer walls been erected, but void shields and large-caliber fortress guns have also been deployed.

This also means that the empire can continuously transport troops and logistical supplies to the ground.

As long as the fleet can completely cut off the enemy's support from outer space, the planet will soon be cleansed of Nurgle's armies, just like all enemies defeated and destroyed in the previous expedition.

Since the original body returned and signed a contract and alliance with Zuo Si in the name of the God-Emperor, the originally precarious situation of the entire empire can be said to have been quickly reversed.

The latter has not only expanded from one star region to more than a dozen star regions in more than a hundred years, but the population under its rule has also experienced explosive growth, giving it the appearance of a second empire.

You must know that within the administrative system of the empire, the scope of a standard star sector usually has a radius ranging from hundreds of light years to thousands of light years.

The diameter of the entire solar system is only 3.7 light-years, and the distance from the Earth to the nearest star system, Alpha Centauri, is only "merely" less than 4.4 light-years.

This shows how huge a star sector is.

With the density of stars in the Milky Way, there are almost thousands or even tens of thousands of star systems within a few hundred light-years.

Perhaps in the eyes of the human empire, the environment of most planets is not suitable for human colonization, but for Zuo Si, who has mastered planetary environment modification technology and shimmering oil, these are obviously not big problems.

The most important thing is its terrifying technological level and manufacturing capabilities, which almost provide more than 70% of the logistics supplies for the expedition fleet.

There are thousands of decisive battle heavy battleships alone, and the Titan mecha, known as the "God's Machine", can be immediately replenished as much as it is damaged.

In this situation where there are almost unlimited soldiers and as many weapons and equipment as you need, any commander who is not a weakling can win.

What's more, the original body is personally commanding.

Therefore, although it is now the climax of the subspace invasion of the physical universe in thousands of years, and the well-trained and well-equipped Chaos army once even threatened the safety of Terra, no one doubts that the Empire will win the final victory of this war. .

Just when the human army successfully established a stronghold and began to attack Nurgle, aboard the Macragge's Glory in outer space orbit, Robert Guilliman was reading with a serious face the text provided by the mechanical priest accompanying the army. Report.

After about a few minutes, he suddenly raised his head and asked: "What is the scope of application of this biological weapon called the terminal virus?"

"It's very large and can cover almost all animals and even plants."

The Mechanicus Priest gave the answer straightforwardly.

"So our enemies could theoretically use it too?"

Robert Guilliman's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.

He could already imagine what a terrifying sight it would be if the orcs and Tyranids obtained this thing.

The Mechanic Priest nodded quickly: "Yes.

As long as manufacturing technology is available, it is entirely possible for our enemies to use it to inflict great harm to the Empire.

And according to our research, the manufacturing technology for this kind of thing is not complicated.

Especially after large-scale mass production, the cost of each unit can be almost negligible.

It is like an extremely sharp double-edged sword, which can not only cause devastating damage to the enemy, but also hurt ourselves. "

"ok, I get it."

Robert Guilliman waved his hand gently to indicate that the other party could retreat.

The Mechanic Priest lowered his head and bowed, then turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor outside the door.

After he was completely gone, the original body stood up from the chair and looked out at the fleet that was still carrying out crazy orbital bombing and sighed softly: "Oh - you really gave me a problem."

"What, don't you like my gift?

You must know that the Extremis Virus is the best weapon to deal with the Nurgle Plague, bar none.

Because the vast majority of bacteria and viruses, even diseases spawned by subspace, are unlikely to survive in an environment exceeding three thousand degrees Celsius.

Not to mention it also gives the user nearly unlimited self-healing and regeneration capabilities. "

Zuo Sixu's disembodied figure suddenly appeared in the room out of thin air, with a joking and playful smile even on his face.

You don't need to ask to know that during the period when the Human Empire launched the Indomitable Crusade, he finally completed in-depth research on the subspace, and now he can put this interesting energy to use.

The current cross-universe consciousness projection that ignores distance is the most representative spell among them.

Most of the higher-ups within the empire didn't know that Regent Robert Guilliman actually communicated with Zuo Si for at least ten minutes every day on average.

Including but not limited to asking for more support, weapons, ammunition and supplies, discussing the ruling method and unique social ecology with the Botas sector as the core, and how the empire has degenerated from the glory of the 30th millennium to the fourth During ten thousand years of darkness, why Imperial truth was eventually replaced by a religion of ignorance and stupidity.

Occasionally, there is also a detailed analysis of what the emperor sitting on the golden throne is now.

If the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy heard the conversation between the two, they would probably explode on the spot. It would be too blasphemous and disloyal.

But Robert Guilliman didn't care about this.

Because he never regarded the emperor, his genetic father, as a god, and he really enjoyed being able to find a rational and intelligent being standing in a higher dimension to express his truest thoughts.

So those who deliberately want to sow the relationship between the two are doing nothing.

Robert Guilliman even felt that his emperor father was deliberately pushing the empire slowly into the abyss of destruction, and then allowing mankind to completely cut off from the darkness, decay and depravity of the past to embrace a brighter and better future.

Thinking of this, he said without looking back: "It's not a question of whether you like it or not, but it's very likely that it will be used by various enemies."

Zuo Si sneered and asked: "Ha! Have you forgotten that as long as any weapon appears on the battlefield, it will be captured by the enemy and then reversely studied?

But who would be stupid enough not to put those advanced weapons and equipment into the war?

Therefore, technology leakage has never been a problem, as long as it is more difficult to crack.

For example, let the Extremis virus only apply to the human genome.

I think it is not difficult to do this with the Mechanicum's technical reserves in biological and genetic technology.

What's more, you can also ask Belisarius Cawl to conduct further research and development on this basis, and even inject it as a strengthening agent into all mortal auxiliaries and Astartes.

At that time, who else in the entire galaxy can resist the progress of mankind? "

"But what about the Chaos Evil Gods in the subspace? They will definitely find ways to corrode these legions, and then turn them into their own tentacles extending into the physical universe."

Robert Guilliman revealed his deepest fears.

There was nothing he could do, the Horus Heresy had left too great a shadow on him.

When the Human Empire was at its peak, almost half of its fleets and legions suddenly rebelled overnight, and the originally good situation fell apart.

The Primarch simply could not imagine how serious the situation would be if the Astartes and Mortal Auxiliaries injected with the Extremis virus staged another similar rebellion under the influence of Chaos.

"Don't worry, the Chaos Evil Gods in the subspace will soon have no time to pay attention to what is happening in the physical universe."

The corners of Zuo Si's mouth raised slightly, revealing a creepy smile.

Robert Guilliman's expression changed slightly, he turned around suddenly and asked in an uncertain tone: "Could it be that you and my father want..."

"Hehehehe, since the Chaos Evil God can invade the physical universe, why can't we in turn invade the subspace?

Time to give Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle and Tzeentch a little shock!

You don’t think that your father and I have done nothing in all these years, do you?

What we do privately to prepare is beyond your imagination.

You know, I am not a person who likes to be beaten passively.

Since those evil gods don't want humans to have peace, then they might as well let the entire subspace burn together! "

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si raised his hand and released a psychic magic towards the original body.

In a blink of an eye!

Robert Guilliman "saw" trillions of psychic Astartes space warriors hidden deep underground on planets, as well as thousands of satellites that had long been hollowed out and transformed into superfortresses. and planets, as well as an uncountable amount of battleships, mechas, and all kinds of New Phyrexia creations born for war.

Similarly, in the subspace on the other side, his genetic father and the emperor, who has been worshiped as a god by humans for ten thousand years, have now gathered a large-scale cursed army.

These are all Astartes and heroic mortal legions who died in the Age of Darkness.

Under the irradiation of an icy sun, they were ready to go, covered with terrifying psychic flames.

It took only a moment for Roboute Guilliman to realize what this meant.

It turned out that the emperor and Zuo Si had already begun planning to declare a full-scale war on the evil god of chaos, extend the war from the physical universe to the subspace, and bring ruthless killing and death to those demons.

They seek to seize the powers of Khorne, Slaanesh, Nurgle, and Tzeentch in the Devouring Warp.

If successful, all the Chaos Evil Gods will suffer an unprecedented heavy blow and will be in a weak state for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Human beings in the physical universe will get an opportunity to reinvent themselves.

The most important thing is that he was kept in the dark about such a grand and shocking plan!

"Since when?"

After the effect of the spell disappeared, Robert Guilliman immediately raised his head and stared at the shadow floating in front of him, with unconcealable horror in his eyes.

If the huge cursed legion gathered by the Emperor in the warp is still within a reasonable range, then while the opponent is expanding its population and providing supplies for the expeditionary force, it can also quietly build an army capable of sweeping the entire galaxy. The army was really beyond his understanding.

Because even an empire with a huge territory and countless forging planets cannot produce so many war weapons in a few thousand or even tens of thousands of years.

But Zuo Si easily accomplished a feat that even the emperor himself could not accomplish during his reign with just one person's strength.

You must know that the original body has always believed that it is not easy for the other party to maintain such a large population and enjoy high welfare while also providing supplies to the expedition fleet.

Especially the millions of clone Astartes who are fighting fires in the dark side of the empire against the armies of Tzeentch and Khorne. The daily war consumption alone is simply an astronomical figure.

Robert Guilliman was even worried that the other party would not be able to sustain it.

But what's the result?

These powers that are revealed are not even one million or even ten millionth of their real power!

He really wanted to find out how the other party did it.

Zuo Si smiled and replied: "Of course from the beginning.

Why do you think the Emperor asked his living saint, Celestine, to bring me all the Primarch samples?

Just asking me to provide you with some extra Legions of Astartes to deal with the crisis in the Imperium?

The answer is obviously no.

He has only one intention, and that is to build a huge army that can set the entire subspace on fire.

Although we have not met each other so far, we can understand each other's thoughts and thoughts.

It's amazing, isn't it?

In addition, these Space Marines you see are not actually Astartes in the traditional sense at all.

Rather, it is a magical clone that has been optimized and reorganized from the genes of the original body and even the emperor himself. It is a creation that combines subspace magic and biotechnology.

I even mixed a little bit of fun into it. "

"Then when do you plan to take action?"

Robert Guilliman's originally calm arms began to tremble slightly.

Because he knew very well what a severe impact this war would have on the entire galaxy once it started.

To put it bluntly, in the face of a real subspace war, even the Horus Heresy, which caused heavy damage to the Empire, was far from comparable in scale.

If subspace creatures were not able to easily enter the physical universe, the entire galaxy would have been occupied by demons.

Zuo Si's shadow slowly floated to the window and looked at the fierce battles erupting on the surface of the planet in the distance, as well as the natural disaster stars occupied by Nurgle's corruption in the distance. He responded in a meaningful tone: "From the moment you arrived here , the war has already begun. It’s just that the emperor and I are waiting for an appropriate opportunity to intervene.”

"What kind of opportunity?"

Roboute Guilliman was clearly eager to learn more details about this insane plan.

“Of course it’s an opportunity to severely injure or even kill Nurgle’s true form.

Of course, this may require you to make a small sacrifice and catch up with your once good brother and now the Daemon Primarch, Mortarion.

Okay, enough chatting, I have more important things to do.

Anyway, I have given you the key to fighting the subspace plague. It is up to you how to use it. "

After saying that, Zuo Si's shadow quickly dissipated in the air, leaving no trace at all except for a small amount of spiritual energy remaining, as if it had never appeared at all.

Robert Guilliman stood there digesting the explosive information mentioned in the conversation just now and letting his super brain run wildly.

But unfortunately, because the Human Empire does not know much about subspace, he cannot analyze the direction and outcome of this war.

The only thing that is certain is that the emperor and Zuo Si are making a huge gamble.

"Let the entire subspace burn..."

The original body repeated these words in a low voice, and suddenly there was an inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

Obviously, his subspace essence was keenly aware of something.

But it is a pity that Robert Guilliman has always resisted this power and has never conducted any subspace psychic training, so he cannot understand the reason behind this restlessness.

…

At the same time, far away in the dark side of the Empire, on a planet near the edge of the Great Rift in the Galaxy.

Moscat, who has been disguised as a Rogue Trader, is planning his final ritual to ascend to the devil.

After a hundred years of continuous spreading of corruption and depravity, the devil's egg in his hand has finally matured, revealing an extremely evil and profound aura. It is time to absorb it to complete the transformation of life and even soul.

But the most important thing is that Moscat's body can't hold on any longer.

Although he has used many life-extending techniques, he is now 1670 years old and looks extremely old.

Although living to be over two hundred years old is not a big problem in theory, it is no longer possible to enjoy any pleasure through this body.

Whether it's alcohol, tobacco, or other addictive drugs, or a young and beautiful woman.

So Moscat decided to sacrifice all his children and descendants.

In order to achieve this goal, he specially held a birthday party and stated that he would announce the next successor of the family at the climax of the party.

At the moment, these heirs who know nothing about the truth are gathering together to try their best to please him, dreaming of ruling this huge and prosperous family soaring into the sky, and then gaining huge power and wealth.

Little did he know that from the moment he stepped into the hall, his life had already entered the final countdown.

"Great great-grandfather, I wish you a happy one hundred and sixty-eighth birthday. This is an insignificant little gift, I hope you like it."

A beautiful sixteen-year-old girl wearing a pure white dress politely presented a beautifully wrapped gift with both hands, her eyes revealing respect and admiration.

Because as a descendant of the family, she has heard from her parents since she was born the legendary experience of how her great-grandfather led the family from a planetary governor in a remote area to the vast area that spans the entire dark side of the empire.

Even the Imperial Regent admired it, and when necessary, he could even call in ten true Astartes warbands of 10,000 men to launch devastating attacks on the enemy.

The number of knight mechas equipped by the family alone has reached 5,000, and there are also two hundred titan mechas.

As for the elite soldiers equipped with ordinary powered mechas, there are hundreds of millions of them.

There were more than two hundred family members at the scene holding the title of planetary governor.

Even in the long history of the human empire, there is no family that can expand to such an extent in just one generation.

So no matter who it is, when they mention Moscat, they will involuntarily give a thumbs up and express their admiration.

Because he is the most legendary figure in the empire after the 40th millennium, and he is the key to the dark side of the empire being able to sustain itself without large-scale collapse until now.

Even the trade licenses of the Rogue Traders were replaced by ones issued personally by Regent Robert Guilliman.

Moreover, Moscat is also very "loyal", not only transporting a large amount of scarce necessities to various sectors and planets, but also sending food, weapons and ammunition to those Astartes battle groups that have been unable to receive supplies for a long time.

His family fleet played a vital role in several important battles.

Anyone who is not a fool can foresee that this family will inevitably occupy a very important position in the future political structure of the empire.

So even his descendants followed the chickens and dogs to ascend to heaven.

The best among them became sector governors or fleet commanders.

"Thank you, I like your gift very much."

Moscat opened the package and took a look, a playful smile suddenly appeared on his old face.

Because the gift sent by this lovely great-granddaughter was an Eldar slave captured by the captors, to be precise, a beautiful woman with no discernible grade.

This is one of the few toys that can give him some sexual interest.

After all, the Eldar in the Warhammer universe may be the closest to the elves in some storylines.

Not only are they rich in emotions, but their bodies and sensory organs are extremely sharp. They only need a little external stimulation to inevitably produce pleasant pleasure, even if it is insult or violation from their enemies.

What's even more outrageous is that during the process of conception, a woman must have a man continue to inject genetic material for a long period of time, and the minimum is almost more than a year.

Due to physical aging, Moscat had already lost some abilities when he was about 140 years old, so he could only satisfy his dark, twisted, and pathological desires by torturing and abusing women.

Eldar women, on the other hand, endeared themselves to him because of their particularly violent reactions throughout the process.

The only regret is that it dies a bit quickly and will be completely broken after just a few plays.

If it were in the past, Moscat would definitely give this great-granddaughter a huge reward.

But unfortunately, today is the Demon Ascension Ceremony, and all the heirs in the entire hall must die, so he did not make any more remarks.

The girl was obviously a little disappointed by this, but she still maintained a false smile and bowed, then turned and returned to the lively banquet site.

In the next few hours, the other heirs also came forward to present their carefully prepared gifts.

No one noticed at all that the strange dark lines and patterns on the ground were becoming more and more obvious and brighter.

Of course, even if they notice it, they will only regard it as a unique decoration.

After the presentation of gifts was over, Moscat finally slowly stood up from his own chair, glanced around the gathered heirs with cold eyes, and then coughed hard.

"cough!

my children!

I think you all must have heard the reason why I hosted this birthday party.

As I get older, I feel more and more that I am no longer capable of leading my family on the right path.

So for the future of the family, I decided to choose a suitable heir.

For the sake of fairness, I have specially prepared a fair selection game.

No matter who it is, as long as he can win the final victory, he will be the next head of the family.

Regardless of gender, seniority or age. "

As these words blurted out, the scene suddenly went into an uproar.

Especially the sons and daughters who had been waiting for hundreds of years immediately showed strong dissatisfaction and protest.

Because according to normal circumstances, they are the strongest candidates and the ones closest to the throne of the family head.

But now, the old and confused father actually wants to conduct a fair selection through a game. How can this be tolerated?

In contrast, those juniors who had little chance originally praised the wisdom of this legendary ancestor loudly with their eyes shining.

Facts have proved that in the face of huge interests, family ties, love, and blood ties are all bullshit.

Many ordinary families can maintain harmony mainly because there is really nothing worth fighting over.

Facing the messy scene at the scene, Moscat didn't even pay attention. He simply pressed the button to seal all the exits of the entire building. He then pointed at the various cold weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds hanging on the wall and said: "In In this chaotic and dangerous era, leading a family requires extraordinary courage and courage. So my selection method is also very simple, that is, whoever survives to the end will be the next head of the family."

"What? You mean we're going to kill each other? Are you crazy?"

The eldest son, who was also quite young, was dumbfounded and questioned.

In response, Moscat simply smiled contemptuously.

The next second...

puff!

A sharp sword passed directly through the eldest son's chest.

The latter endured the severe pain and struggled to turn his head and glanced, only to find that the person who did it was his most beloved son.

"You...why are you doing this?"

"I'm sorry, father, I also want to become the head of the family and inherit this great family."

After saying that, the "filial son" directly pulled out his sword and pushed his old father into a pool of blood, and then slashed at his eldest sister with his backhand.

With him as the instigator, what was originally a harmonious and friendly family banquet instantly turned into a bloody battlefield.

have to say. Moscat's descendants have been trained really well, and both men and women have shown quite good fighting will and cold weapon fighting skills.

Especially those ladies who were polite before, after realizing that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they tore off their disguises and took off their inconvenient skirts and high heels, revealing large areas of snow-white and attractive skin, and joined the battlefield like Valkyries.

Since they had received a certain degree of strengthening and transformation, their performance was no worse than that of men. Some of them had even started to massacre, cutting down several brothers and uncles to the ground.

The pungent smell of blood and the tragic scenes shocked the captive Eldar women to the point of being speechless.

She simply couldn't believe that this old human being was so crazy that he actually let his offspring kill each other.

Could this guy be a believer of the blood god Khorne?

But Moscat calmly picked up the goblet filled with red wine, took a sip, and asked with a smile: "I think you must be curious about my motivation for doing this, right?"

The Eldar woman nodded subconsciously: "Yes, I think any normal person would be surprised by your inexplicable behavior."

"There's nothing surprising. Haven't you noticed that I am sacrificing their lives and souls?"

As he spoke, Moscat took out the devil's egg that had been hanging around his neck and never left his body.

moment!

The blood flowing out of the entire room suddenly seemed to be attracted by some kind of force, gathering at his feet at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was eventually absorbed by the red eggs.

thump!

thump!

thump!

A sound like a heartbeat came continuously from inside.

The indescribable spiritual infestation began to frighten the Eldar women.

She noticed that the humans fighting in the hall suddenly seemed to have lost their minds and became extremely bloodthirsty and crazy...