Gothic Galaxy.
Nest Planet Smith.
This was a very ordinary Nest Planet under the control of the human empire.
The so-called Nest Planet was the so-called residential planet or work planet of the human empire.
The entire surface of the planet was filled with skyscrapers!
Buildings with hundreds of floors were considered to be low-rise slums here.
Giant buildings with thousands or even thousands of floors, or even deep into the atmosphere, could be found everywhere on the planet!
A Nest Planet usually gathered tens of billions or even hundreds of billions of people.
On Nest Planet, the hierarchy was very clear and distinct.
The nobles of the upper class all lived in high-rise buildings, which had sufficient sunlight. There were even man-made lakes, yachts, beaches, and other ancient amenities.
As for the mortals and merchants, they lived in the middle class. They could share a little of the sunlight and occasionally enjoy the nourishment of the sun.
Families with better conditions could even raise a few potted plants and a pet.
At the bottom, where the sun could never be seen, lived criminals, exiles, and the poorest mortals of the Nest Planet.
Gangs, killers, assassins, and all kinds of infiltrators and heretics all lived in these places.
Every once in a while, the people of the Inquisition would carry out a merciless purge on the bottom level of a certain Nest Planet!
Everything for the emperor!
Everything for the national religion!
At this moment, Governor Pycelle of Planet Smith looked at the screen in front of him with a serious expression.
"Who gave permission for these aliens to come to my territory?" Pycelle asked the person behind him, his tone filled with anger.
On the monitor, the scene in the Lower Nest Theater of the Seventh Hive City on Smi's Nest Planet was completely projected.
Thousands of ruffians, gangsters, and criminals were shouting and yelling.
On the stage, the sharp-eared alien of the Eldar race was performing.
"Lord Governor …" the secretary behind Pycelle replied carefully, "The order came directly from the Magistrate Court."
"The seal of the Cardinal Bishop is on the warrant issued by him!"
"I don't know who it is, but I am sure that the order came from the Judiciary!"
"Damn it!" Pycelle could not help but curse in his heart.
But what could he do?
The Judiciary?
Who dared to offend the Judiciary?
They were the most devoted to the Emperor, and at the same time, the craziest group of people.
The Sacred Army controlled by the Inquisition was an opponent that even the Chaos Demons were terrified of (and overjoyed with).
However …
Pycelle furrowed his brows.
The stage on the monitor had already reached its climax.
Xenomorph, who was acting as a Chaos Great Demon, was spitting out blasphemous words and calling out that taboo name.
"The Great War General is invincible!"
Then, the masked clown stepped on the guy who was pretending to be a general.
When Pycelle saw that, he was so frightened that he turned off the monitor.
Battle Marshal …
That was a taboo!
Even in the Empire, no one dared to mention the name of the War Marshal, let alone such a provocation.
These aberrations …
Did he not want to live anymore?
Did they really think that the War General had fallen asleep in the Eye of Fear?
What if he launched another dark expedition?
With this thought in mind, Pycelle ordered the secretary behind him, "Pass my order. Prepare the fastest starship and park it at my private berth. Order the starship's engine to be activated. I'll be using it at any time!"
Battle Marshal Abaddon, the strongest Chaos Interstellar Warrior after Horus.
He was a Chaos Interstellar Warrior with countless believers and followers.
Therefore, even if Abaddon did not know about what happened on Planet Smith, once it reached the ears of a Chaos Interstellar Warrior who believed in and followed Abaddon.
Planet Smith would not be able to escape this calamity!
Even the entire Gothic galaxy would probably be plowed through!
But what could he do?
The agreement that the Ada Spirit Clan and the Tribunal had reached was not something that he could question.
Otherwise, there would probably be an assassin from Caledus who would send him to see the Emperor tonight!
He might even send a judge from the Tribunal to execute him.
"Anyway, even if I'm unlucky, it's the mortals who are unlucky!" Pycelle thought.
So, he felt at ease.
Ever since the Horus Rebellion, the Empire had been like this.
The loyal, pure, and powerful Interstellar Warriors guarded the vast star field of the Empire.
The honest and reliable Tribunal dealt with the heretics and aberrations from top to bottom.
The brave and fearless Astral Army patrolled the vast star field.
The mortals lived a befuddled life.
For someone like Pycelle, giving up a Nest Star was acceptable.
What he could not accept was that he had to take the blame for this matter.
Therefore, he instructed his secretary, "By the way, sort out all the orders issued by the Tribunal and the performances of those aberrations in the Nest Theater!"
The secretary smiled and lowered his head. "Yes, Governor!"
However, his hand was already on the Commanding Pistol at his waist.
He gently pulled it out and aimed at the governor.
Bang!
Pycelle's brain splattered all over the office.
The appearance of the secretary slowly changed.
In the end, he became exactly like Pycelle.
Obviously, Governor Pycelle never knew that his loyal secretary, who had served him for more than 20 years, was actually a spy sent by the Court of Assassins to spy on him.
Of course …
It was also possible that this secretary had been replaced by the Assassin from Caledus from the Assassin Court at some point in time.
Just like now …
The Assassin had replaced the governor.
After skillfully disposing of Pycelle's body, the man from the Assassin Court sat on the governor's chair.
He turned on the monitor and looked at the play that was still being performed.
It was a blasphemy. It could even be said to be a provocation and mockery of the Marshal of War.
In the performance, Marshal Abaddon was completely played as a clown.
Including the 12 Dark Expeditions that he was proud of!
There was no doubt about it!
This would definitely anger the Marshal of War!
But …
The assassin smiled. "What does this have to do with me?"
The assassins of the Assassin Court would only obey orders.
As for the survival of this Nest Star, the lives and deaths of the tens of billions of people on this Nest Star.
It had nothing to do with him.
Ever since the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, the number of people the Empire had given up and sacrificed in order to survive was calculated in the trillions!
Mortals …
In the eyes of the upper echelons of the Empire, they were not worth mentioning!
Even psionicists were just consumables.
Every day, the bishops of the Orthodoxy would hold a ceremony to offer the flesh and souls of a thousand psionicists to the Emperor.
So that the Emperor's will could continue to maintain the torch that illuminated the subspace.
Therefore, the assassin's heart was colder than a machine.
He looked at the monitor and thought to himself, "These Adalites … Why are they doing this?"
He knew behind the scenes of this transaction.
A month ago, several of the highest lords in the Tera Council had reported to the Tribunal, the Assassin Court, and the Astral Army that the three ark worlds of the Adalites had made a deal with the Empire at the same time.
The content of the deal was to allow a troupe of the Adalites to move freely in all the Nest Star of the Gothic Galaxy and hold performances. The Empire must not interfere and must do everything possible to assist and protect the troupe's performances.
In exchange.
The Spirit Race promised to allow the Empire to use the network portal that the Spirit Race controlled three times.
Naturally, this deal was immediately approved!
Three times to use the network portal!
It was worth any price the Empire paid!
Not to mention, it was just a mere troupe moving in a broken star field like the Gothic Galaxy.
Even if they were blaspheming and angering the Marshal of War.
And it might cause Nest Star to become the target of the Chaos Star Warriors.
However, the deal was still approved at the speed of light!
Because even the high-ranking lords of the Supreme Council and the bishops of the Tribunal valued their lives very much.
And the Spirit Race's Net Path Teleportation Gate meant that even in the most dangerous of situations, the important figures could escape from danger.
Even in front of the Great Devourer.
The network portal could also be used to quickly retreat!
The cause of Pycelle's death was here.
He actually refused to stay here obediently and even dared to keep the evidence.
Such a heretic deserved to die!
The assassin thought and thought of his other mission.
To monitor the troupe of the Adalites.
To find out why they had to pay such a price?
One had to know that the network portal was the top secret of the Adalites!
It could be traced back to a more distant era before the Golden Age.
The technology that the ancient sages had mastered in the legends.
The network was the only known network that could avoid the dangerous subspace and travel at the speed of light.
It was not only the Empire that was eyeing it.
Legend had it that even the Space Undead coveted it.
"Why did I suddenly think of the Space Undead?" The assassin was puzzled.
That was a taboo.
It was not inferior to the taboo of Chaos!
He would not know that at this moment, on the back of the star of Smith.
A strange starship slowly emerged from the subspace.
The noble sitting in the command cabin of the bridge slowly twisted its metal head, and its dark green eye sockets flashed with electronic light.
It was like a robot rebelling in the Golden Age, and its metal jaw made a clicking sound.
"Tracking the signal source!" The control system in the bridge said in an electronic voice.
Countless data flashed in the noble Necromancer's eye sockets.
It slowly turned its head and looked at the cabin behind it.
Inside the cabin were the Spirit Race.
The Spirit Race had completely merged with the metal around them.
Half of their bodies were made of steel, and the other half was made of flesh and blood.
But they were still devoutly chanting the sacred scriptures, "Ring the bell once, push the lever..."
As they chanted, the speed at which the Spirit Race merged with the surrounding machinery and steel increased.
What was even worse was that even the powerful starship under his feet was coming to life amidst the chanting of sutras.
There was no doubt!
This was a frightening discovery for the Space Undead.
So, half a month ago, when the scouts it sent out were tracking a Orc world, they found the Spirit Race and their ship.
Then, it and its subordinates were terrified to find that these things, including the ship itself, were chanting terrifying scriptures, and at the same time, they were constantly radiating everything around them!
These Spirit Race reminded it of the history of a long time ago.
At that time, the Space Undead was still a weak and small flesh and blood civilization.
At that time, the subspace demons had not yet been born.
At that time, the Spirit Race had not yet been created.
At that time, humans had not yet appeared.
At that time, the Milky Way was still peaceful.
Because the ancient sages ruled the Milky Way!
The Space Undead called themselves the Fear of the Dead.
Flesh and blood limited them and imprisoned them.
They were jealous of the eternal life of the ancient sages and feared death.
So, they challenged the ancient sages and were defeated without any suspense.
Until... the Fear of the Dead met the terrifying existence who called himself the Star God.
The Star Gods also hated the ancient sages.
So, they promised to help the Fear of the Dead defeat the ancient sages and give them eternal life.
With the help of the Star God, the Fear of the Dead became the Space Undead.
They obtained eternal life!
But they also became the slaves and cannon fodder of the Star God!
Until the Silent King woke up and led the Space Undead to surround and kill all the Star Gods.
The Space Undead finally obtained freedom and controlled their own fate!
Then, it was a long sleep.
Tens of millions of years of sleep!
However …
Now, the Space Undead discovered that the Star Gods …
They might not be extinct!
Or perhaps, there was something even more terrifying than the Star Gods.
That thing had transformed these Spirit Race and created all this terror.
If it was the former …
Every Space Undead knew that once the Star Gods woke up.
Those terrifying and powerful creatures would definitely attack the Space Undead and might completely deprive them of everything they had now.
If it was the latter …
Then …
This was probably an opportunity for the Space Undead!
A chance to transcend the present and advance further!
Just like the Star Gods of the past, it was an opportunity for the Fear of the Dead to become the Space Undead of today.
Thinking of this, the aristocrat of the Space Undead pressed a button.
The entire starship was completely hidden in the background of the star.
And all the sensors on the starship were turned on.
This prehistoric warship that had been built to defeat the ancient sage had completely awakened.
Thus, nothing in the entire Star Region could escape the starship\'s surveillance.
After a while, an image was transmitted to the starship.
The masked Ada Spirit Race was leading her troupe to take a curtain call.
The performance was over.
The moment they looked at her, all the sensors lit up red!
That was the target!
A Spirit Race who had left the Orc Star Region alive.
The Space Undead\'s eye sockets were flooded with data.
Inside its metal body, countless sensors were giving warnings.
Danger!
That Spirit Race had a scent that made it afraid.
That was a danger that could end it!
Something more terrifying than Chaos and stranger than the Star Gods had once come into contact with this Spirit Race!
…..
Klea walked back to her resting place.
Beside her, a few Spirit Race masters protected her tightly.
Because Klea was now carrying the hope of the entire Spirit Race.
The hope of getting rid of being the food of perverts!
That was not only the judgment of the Laughing God.
It was also the prophecy of several prophets.
So …
Protecting her at all costs and supporting her at all costs had become the choice of all the Spirit Race.
Klea suddenly stopped in her tracks and raised her head.
A mechanical clock appeared above her head.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The needle moved and pointed to a new point.
Her mission was completed today.
Within a month, she let 300 million people see and know that story.
The story about War Marshal Abaddon.
A story that completely satirized and blasphemed the Chaos War Marshal!
And a new mission popped up from the clock.
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