"...The result is just as I expected. You can already disperse your power, and you should be able to take it back. All the beings that receive your power can become puppets according to your thoughts. But fortunately, my true consciousness It’s not stored in this body, it’s just a puppet, you just have the highest right to use it.”
Everything Amnak described sounded quite complicated, but after thinking carefully for a moment, Soshyan suddenly felt a little creepy and whispered:
"Those warriors who have been transplanted with gray marrow..."
Amnak chuckled and said meaningfully:
"You can take away their consciousness and their life in one thought."
"Xerxes...why would you make such a thing."
"Perhaps, this is not what he prepared for himself? Or maybe he is just a test subject?"
Realizing that the other party had other intentions, Soshiyang narrowed his eyes and leaned back.
"What do you want to say? You might as well say it clearly."
Amnak stepped forward, and a muffled voice came from under his helmet.
"Think about it, what a terrifying power this is. You will become a strong man on both levels of the subspace and the physical universe, and even... a god! After my plan failed, I almost despaired. But I see hope in you, my master, step on the ladder of God, and I will follow you! Give up the shackles on your heart, give up those meaningless loyalties, and live for yourself like me. You will become the true king of gods, ruling the divine and mortal worlds together with your wife and servants!"
Soshiyang looked at the other party coldly, and suddenly sneered after a few seconds.
"Amnak, I've discovered it. It's hard to say what your other abilities are, but daydreaming is definitely one of the best. You see, we are on the battlefield now, surrounded by enemies. We may be annihilated at any time, and then But you are asking me if I want to become a god."
Amnak was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Do you really consider Huron your opponent?"
He shook his head, then turned toward the bridge door.
"I'll go directly to the teleportation room and ask the astropath named Anya to help me."
Soshiyang looked at the other person's back, his thoughts swirling in his heart, and the expression on his face gradually disappeared.
He sighed softly, leaned heavily against the command throne, and then tilted his body to the right, with his elbow on the armrest of the throne, his right hand supporting his forehead, and his palm covering his eyes, hiding his face in the shadows.
"Soshiyang, Soshyan, remember, you are just Soshyan, nothing else..."
After muttering to himself, he calmed down and waited until the expedition was over to talk about everything. Then he put down his hands and sat up straight, turning his eyes to the tactical display.
After discovering that a fleet was approaching, two strike cruisers immediately turned around and tried to intercept them, but the speed of those ships was extremely fast. Two of them had been completely shaped by the power of subspace, with metal and hollow flesh protruding from the hull. It consists of huge wings, and tumbling tendrils surrounded by rainbow-colored substances sprout on the hull and rear deck. Each tendril is hundreds of meters long. The docking cabin is similar to the jaws of an insect-catching plant, or the stomach of a beast full of fangs. Its gun batteries look more like the stingers of some deadly insect.
These demon ships can interfere with the targeting equipment of surrounding warships, and at the same time release a hypnotic sound. After these sounds enter the ship through the communicator, they can easily make the crew fall into coma or sleep.
Only one ship still maintains a relatively normal shape, and it has a noble name——
Crown number.
Under the fire of the Imperial fleet, the Coronet's bridge roared, its plasma heart rumbled, and its crew murmured softly, each one of them like an obese aberration, their heads hidden in featureless hard plastic helmets. Underneath, etched with grotesque symbols, helmets were riveted to toothed collars to protect their necks, their swollen torsos wore nothing but oil and scar tissue, and their bowed legs were hidden beneath the scavengers. Come under the rag.
The command deck at this time is the closest to true silence. Everything on the bridge is wrapped in smooth sebum, messy flesh and blood adhere to the walls, blood vessels pulse with oil and electricity, and bundles of cables are like silent snakes. Squirming in the putrid air flowing from the vents, jagged figures leaned against the walls and decks, exposed skin intertwined with soft tissue clinging to the walls.
Lucius had been standing on the bridge for several hours, staring at the battlefield hovering outside the observation port, holding the hilt of the Sword of Ral hanging on his waist tightly in his gauntlet.
After a while, the Slaanesh champion withdrew his gaze, turned around and looked at the huge seat in the center of the podium next to him and asked.
"If I don't come back in an hour, you and the player will leave immediately."
A girl wearing a black gothic dress stood on her gorgeous throne. She looked very young, maybe even less than Lucius's knees, with a pair of gold and black eyes on her porcelain angel face. It has a strange charm, as if Chuxue's skin reflects the light of tactical stereoscopic projection, with only a few purple branches hidden under the skin faintly visible.
She used to smile all the time, but now she's just worried.
"Lucius, this is not a game you should get involved in. Leave the maelstrom."
A strange smile appeared on the scarred face of the Immortal, and then he said in a soft tone as if he was talking to himself:
"Curiosity is the original sin of man. During this period of time, I have been investigating and collecting everything about the Astral Knights. Although it seems that I have found nothing, just those clues have made me deeply involved. There must be a secret hidden in it. A huge secret...and someone who has been, or was almost killed by me, is probably hiding in it. I am not a smart person, but I have a pair of sharp enough eyes."
He then looked at the demon hiding under the girl's skin.
"Kleon, what are you running from? What are you hiding from me?"
The devil responded with silence.
After several minutes, until the performer came over, she whispered:
"This is not your game, Lucius, it's beyond your comprehension...I know nothing, I can't say anything, but you'll be crushed if you step into it, go away, Lucius, chase your perfection and stay out of the game and the fray.”
"Is it Cleon you who are speaking to me, or...is it someone else who wants to say this to me?"
Lucius smiled and shook his head.
"I'm really done with this game. If this is the end of my life, it doesn't seem so bad."
The player glanced at Lucius, and then whispered:
"The landing craft is ready."
Lucius nodded and turned to leave. The performer immediately said:
"Owner--"
Lucius stopped and looked at him, and the player lowered his head.
"Enlightenment does not exist outside you. The real truth is inside you, always there. To find it, you have to cut away everything, deeper and deeper, until you reach the bottom. Once there is nothing left, what is left There is only truth, and this is what happens to you, Immortal One, and you are about to discover the true truth."
Lucius sneered.
"You have already said once, prepare your ceremony. With more than two hundred people recruited from the Red Pirates, I really don't have much confidence that I can walk in front of Soshyan."
"Owner!"
A sticky and slightly nervous voice sounded, coming from the slave who controlled the auspicious device.
"The teleportation beam has been detected, coming from the opponent's flagship! The target is the Poppy!"
"Um?"
Lucius frowned. Although the Poppy did not activate the void shield because it wanted to use interference, but using the teleportation beam at this distance, would the other party commit suicide?
"Intercept it."
"Prince of Darkness is on board! An emergency signal has been sent from the Poppy! The enemy has entered the ship!"
"quantity."
Lucius asked calmly that the success rate of this kind of long-distance transmission was less than 10%, and there were not many people on the other side.
"One...one."
"What!?"
