The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 297 Hell: Oh no, I've been invaded by a demon!

The demons behind the portal to hell, preparing to invade the human world, were dumbfounded by what they saw.

What's going on? How could a mortal be so fearless as to rush straight into the portal to hell?
And what exactly were these guys doing rushing in? Were they just going to self-destruct?

They watched helplessly as several human soldiers rushed in. Before they could even make a move, the heads of these guys exploded right in front of them. Although some flames did burst out, it seemed that none of the demons were harmed.

In short, it seems like these guys just made a fool of themselves!
If it weren't for the fact that none of the demons had ever watched a certain divine drama, they would definitely be thinking of a Jade-Faced Grenade King right now!

"Wait a minute, something's wrong! This power..."

"No! It's those damned invaders, they've come!"

A demon warlock commanding the demon army from the rear sensed the peculiar spiritual energy permeating the air, and his pupils immediately contracted.

A look of panic flashed across His face, and His body, which was floating in mid-air, retreated repeatedly, as if His head was about to explode!
At that moment, at the spot where the psionicists had exploded, a vortex formed by a large amount of psionic flames appeared out of thin air and grew larger and larger at an astonishing speed, soon forming a huge teleportation portal that was more than ten meters high.

The other demons were puzzled when they saw the portal blocking their way.

They couldn't figure out where the door led, but just as the two-headed demons were about to stagger inside, a giant hand suddenly reached out from behind the door and swatted them dead as if they were flies.

When this enormous hand slammed down onto the ground, a vast expanse of psionic flames swept outwards from the center of the palm in all directions.

Countless demons were devoured by the blue psionic flames, their bodies collapsing with a thud, their souls silently burned to nothingness, leaving only corpses on the ground that still retained signs of life, proving the existence of these demons.

The other demons were so surprised by this scene that they retreated one after another. They didn't know what was coming out of the portal, but they felt that they were in trouble!
"Hahaha, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Tzeentch, who had just retracted one of his hands, looked greedily behind the portal. A large amount of psionic energy was surging at an astonishing scale due to his emotional fluctuations.

Many blue demons also looked at the other side of the portal with longing eyes, their eyes filled with the same greed as their masters.

"Go, Carlos, scout ahead! Let's see... what the world on the other side is like!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a huge, seemingly ancient two-headed bird-man, holding a staff, excitedly rushed in. Besides him, a large number of strangely shaped demons also surged towards the other side of the world like a torrent.

Just then, a faint smell of blood began to waft through the air, and the vortex in front of them seemed to shrink.

On the opposite plane, some special force seems to be trying to close the portal in front of us!

"Trying to close the door? Too late! Do you think a subspace portal can be closed so easily?"

In the vast crystal labyrinth, Tzeentch looked at the magnificent scene before him, and with a simple flick of his finger, he successfully stabilized the portal.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of demons poured into the other side through the portal and began to fight against the demons of hell on the other side.

The demon warlock attempted to retaliate, but his magic was far too weak compared to the Chaos Demon who had just descended upon the place.

After just two magical exchanges, He was invaded by some invisible force. His originally bizarre body underwent a rapid mutation, with swollen flesh and tentacles bursting out of his body like sprouting seeds.

Without a doubt, the demon warlock is dead.

His soul had been completely corrupted, and his body had been transformed into a Chaos Egg, but the demon warlock before him was nothing more than an insignificant figure in this hell.

When the demon warlock died, the other demons, as if having lost all courage, scattered in terror and fled.

Of course, the massive amount of magic Carlos was unleashing on the battlefield was probably also a major reason for their escape.

However, just as Carlos was rampaging across the battlefield, a hellish nobleman appeared there. His entire body was covered in black iron scales, his helmet seemed to be burning with flames, and his lower body was that of a four-legged behemoth covered in scales.

He looked at the chaotic battlefield before him and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:
"Your Highness, what is going on?"

Despite His roars and desperate cries, the demons were all too busy fleeing to answer His question.

Seeing this, He, who was already filled with anger, became even angrier.

He casually grabbed a demon running nearby, dragged it in front of him, and stared intently at it with his fiery eyes, asking:
"Answer me, what exactly is going on?"

The demon was shouting and gesturing incoherently, and although it lacked the ability to express itself well due to its intellectual limitations, the nobles of hell still understood what it meant.

Upon hearing this, the enraged hellish nobleman expressionlessly crushed the unfortunate man's body and casually used hellfire to purify the bits of flesh still hanging from his claws.

This is unbelievable! I never thought that even demons like them could encounter online scammers these days!

A group of demon worshippers, or demon sorcerers, on Earth used certain special rituals to open the gates of Hell and further expanded them.

The demon warlock, having just discovered this gate to hell, was overjoyed and prepared to lead his minions to the mortal realm to collect some souls before leaving.

Then... before these unlucky guys even understood what was happening, several humans suddenly rushed to the other side of the portal and exploded right in front of a group of demons.

Immediately afterwards, the massive subspace portal in front of us was opened, and a large group of demons, who looked equally evil but whose origins were unknown, launched an invasion.

Looking at the demons ahead, the nobleman from hell seemed to recall something, and the flames in his eyes grew even brighter.

"Intruders, outsiders, filthy cursed beings! It's those despicable creatures again!"

"Are they planning to use the human world as a springboard to continue their invasion?"

Although He was actually very flustered, this nobleman of hell knew that He absolutely could not show any panic at this moment.

Even if He might not be able to defeat the Chaos Demon on the other side, He absolutely cannot show any fear at this time, otherwise, the Wrathful Prince will not let Him have a good end.

With no other option, He could only use His authority as quickly as possible to summon the army in His territory, and then draw His axe and charge towards the other side.

He was certain that if he stayed put and engaged in a magical duel, he would never be a match for that two-headed monster bird.

To achieve victory, He had to get close to the strange bird's body and then defeat it in close combat.

The strange bird's body was already old and decayed, and it could not possibly fight back in hand-to-hand combat.

Especially this strange bird, which seemed so busy using magic to deal with the surrounding lesser demons that it didn't even notice Him! This was a golden opportunity!

However, as He charged forward, He did not notice the sly glint in Carlos's eyes.

How could Carlos, who could see both the past and the future but not the present, not notice this sneaky guy lurking beside him?

However, He suddenly felt a mischievous urge and wanted to tease this seemingly brainless fellow.

The players had no idea what was happening on the other side of the portal; they were simply bewildered, staring at the portal and the demons retreating in panic.

But just then, a woman suddenly rushed out of the portal, covered in blood.

Judging from the appearance, the blood did not seem to be the woman's own, because her current performance could be described as full of energy.

Having just emerged from the portal to hell, Jeanne casually cleaved the demon beside her in two with a single sword strike. Looking at the bewildered Cambrian soldiers before her, she asked them with slight confusion:

"Warriors, what happened? How did your men end up fighting their way into hell?"

Meow meow meow? Did I accidentally open a new map?
The players didn't understand what was going on, but excitement shone in their eyes.

"Sir, we don't know either. We were fighting the Black Hawk Army here when suddenly an enemy battle mage opened a portal, and then demons came out of it."

"Our spellcasters launched a desperate attack and successfully pushed back into the portal, but we don't know exactly what happened."

Hearing what these soldiers said, Jeanne pondered for a moment and guessed that perhaps the spellcasters among these Cambrian soldiers had used all their strength to open a portal or launch some kind of beacon before they died.
Unfortunately, the hellish plane seems to have a strong repulsive force against living people. She had just stepped out of the portal and hadn't even had a chance to see the situation before she was expelled.

However, in that fleeting glimpse, she vaguely saw that Hell seemed to be in chaos, with a large number of blue demons engaged in fierce battles with other demons.

Jeanne didn't know what was going on with the fight, but in her opinion, this kind of thing should be normal, right?

Prior to this, when she traveled to the Iris colony in Africa, she had spoken with some mages of the Iris Empire about hell, and through this conversation, she learned about the Blessed Child project being carried out by those madmen.

According to those mages' descriptions, the hellish plane must be very chaotic, and the demons in that hellish place seem to be busy fighting all the time.

So, in Jeanne's opinion, it seems quite normal that she was splattered with blood as soon as she stepped out of the portal and before she even understood what was going on.

Who knows which hellish battle she might accidentally get caught up in again?

"Forget about this portal for now, it'll probably disappear soon!"

"I'll send the Thousand Sons Legion over right now to deal with the Black Hawk paratroopers who have infiltrated this fortress first!"

As Jeanne spoke, red-letter warriors kept falling out of the portal behind her.

Perhaps it was because Jeanne didn't move aside, and the Red Letter Warriors were instructed to stand behind her, that they were all piled up in front of the portal.

As more and more Red Letter warriors poured out of the portal, the area around it became quite crowded.

Because a Red Letter Warrior was accidentally knocked down by his comrade, more and more Red Letter Warriors piled up together, almost forming a small mountain made of blue power armor.

Hearing the noise behind her, Jeanne quickly turned around and was a little embarrassed by what she saw.

She quickly gave the red-letter warriors other orders and then joined the battle in the fortress.

The Black Hawk soldiers, who had been fighting and retreating, had been forced into a corner at the top of the fortress by the demons.

Just when they thought they might be eaten by these demons, they were surprised to find that the demons had actually retreated!
As they watched a large number of demons surge toward the portal, some even fighting amongst themselves for the passage and leaving behind a trail of corpses, the Black Hawk soldiers were filled with confusion.

"What happened? How did the demon just run away?"

"I'm not sure. Could it be that the portal's opening time is about to end, and they're afraid of being left here?"

The Abyss Mage shook his head; he didn't know what was going on either.

In his mind, if a summoned demon is kept for too long, it should turn into some kind of steam and then dissipate with the wind.

According to the joint research of demonologists and abyss mages, they believe that the demons were forcibly transported back to the hellish plane by some special force.

This is why the abyss mages of the Black Hawk Empire are relatively at ease when summoning demons.

Anyway, these demons are unlikely to stay in the human world for long; they are just temporary conscripts.

Even if something unexpected happens, they won't get too out of control. In such a short time, the demons shouldn't cause too much damage.

"So what do we do next? Should we continue the attack on this fortress?"

Upon hearing the Abyss Mage's words behind him, a Dread Knight drew his greatsword, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Of course, it is precisely because of this opportunity that we must launch an attack!"

He grinned, brandished his greatsword, and ran forward, saying as he ran:
"Not only did we encounter demons, but the Cambrian soldiers were also utterly routed by them. They should be completely defeated by now!"

"Seize this opportunity, and we can take this fortress in one fell swoop. Then everyone will be able to get an Iron Cross!"

Hearing this, even though the other Black Hawk soldiers were exhausted, they still forced themselves to cheer up and continued charging forward with the Dread Knight.

But when the Dread Knights circled around the massive bastion ahead and reached the rooftop on the other side of the fortress, they were astonished to see:

This rooftop has been filled with a large number of blue powered armor soldiers at some point!
"Damn it! It's the Thousand Sons Legion of the Iris Empire!"

The Fear Knight let out a scream, then ran away without looking back, his eyes filled with "Holy crap!"

I must have forgotten to check the almanac before going out; this is incredibly unlucky!

Family members, who knows?
What's it like to be spotted by hundreds of powered armored soldiers as soon as you turn the corner?
The red-letter warriors remained silent, but they all chased after the Dread Knight. Hearing the sound of running behind him, the Dread Knight's expression became even more panicked.

The few Dread Knights who ran up behind saw their leader had returned and asked, puzzled:

"Sir, what's going on? Why did you come back again?"

"Shut up and run!"

With a short shout, the leader continued running without looking back. The other Fear Knights peeked out and saw a large number of Thousand Sons running towards them.

Holy crap! That's terrifying!
Where did all these blue cans come from?
Faced with the blue mountains and blue sea before them, the other Fear Knights quickly turned and ran, shouting at the other soldiers who hadn't yet caught up, telling them to retreat immediately.

But even if they retreat, where can they go?

Because these Dread Knights had fought against players and demons that appeared later in the previous battles, their power armor was running out of fuel.

As they ran, they suddenly realized that the power output of their power armor was decreasing and their speed was rapidly decreasing!
Upon realizing this, the Fear Knights turned pale.

But they all nodded at the same time, and then turned around and charged towards the Thousand Warriors behind them.

They knew they couldn't escape anymore.

Since they couldn't escape anyway, rather than being pathetically killed by the enemy, they might as well charge forward like warriors, taking down as many enemy soldiers as possible to buy time for their comrades behind them.

"Long live the Black Hawk Empire! For His Majesty the Emperor, attack!"

"Long live victory!"

Amidst a frenzied roar, the Dread Knights charged back, wielding their greatswords as they clashed with the Thousand Sons Legion before them.

Unfortunately, their cool demeanor only lasted three seconds.

Faced with these enemies who have no vital points and can only be dealt with by shredding their power armor to pieces, and who can even be resurrected repeatedly under Jeanne's control, it's impossible for them to engage in melee combat.

Even though they easily cut down several enemies with their first few sword strikes, these enemies who had been cut in half at the waist were relentless and clung tightly to their legs.

The next moment, the swords of the other red-letter warriors pierced through their power armor and through their chests.

On the other side, the other Black Hawk soldiers managed to escape a short distance thanks to the delaying tactics of these few Dread Knights.

Before they could even reach the other end of the corridor leading down, players suddenly ran out of the exit in front of them.

The player's minimap allows them to see enemy positions from all directions, both on the ground and overhead.

Although the minimap can't help them distinguish between the ground and underground in detail, or which floor the enemy is on, it's enough for players to figure out the enemy's location.

Therefore, while these Black Hawk soldiers were busy running backwards, player squads had already given chase. In a close contest, the brave prevail; before the Black Hawk soldiers could even react, the players who had just emerged from the exit had already unleashed a barrage of submachine gun fire.

A burst of gunfire swept through, and most of the Black Hawk soldiers who had just run over were instantly mowed down. The remaining soldiers hurriedly hid in a corner, desperately exchanging fire with the player.

If there were no pursuers behind them, they wouldn't be in such despair.

They're just Cambrian soldiers. So what if they're armed with automatic weapons?

They slowly exchanged fire, testing their close-quarters gunfight skills, and they were fully confident in themselves.

But when the red-letter warriors behind them charged forward with their greatswords, they knew they were probably doomed.

After a fierce battle, neither ordinary Black Hawk soldiers nor Abyss mages could escape the Red Letter Warrior's sharp greatsword.

Even if the Abyss Mage forms a shield, the Red Letter Warriors can still fire bullets made of psionic flames from their gun barrels, depleting their shields at an astonishing speed.

By the time the players realized the situation was dire and rushed over with their guns drawn, they discovered that most of their kills had already been taken by these red-letter warriors!
"Damn it! NPCs are stealing kills! Is there no justice in this world?"

The players who had just rushed over quickly displayed a fearless attitude and managed to snatch several kills from the red-letter warrior.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the Hell portal, some players were curious and wanted to walk through the portal to see what was on the other side.
After a brief discussion, one player immediately volunteered to enter the door and explore the new map.

"Wait a minute, don't go in, it's dangerous over there!"

Jeanne was standing to the side, busy directing the Thousand Sons Legion, when she turned around and suddenly saw that some soldiers were trying to walk into the portal!
Seeing this, Jeanne quickly ran to stop the soldier, but she was too late.

By the time she ran over, the soldier had already stepped into the portal and disappeared into the red mist.

"Hey, what's going on? What are you guys doing?!"

Seeing this, Jeanne looked at the other soldiers with a mixture of anxiety and anger, and questioned them:
"Why didn't you stop him? Didn't you know that behind this door lies a path to hell?"

Upon hearing this, one player excitedly gave a thumbs-up and said:
"That's absolutely amazing! To be able to see what hell looks like while you're still alive, even if you die, it's worth the price of admission!"

Jeanne was shocked and speechless; she simply couldn't understand the thought process of Andrei and his soldiers.

"My God, I..."

Jeanne wanted to say something, but seeing the soldiers' excited expressions, she kept quiet, though she couldn't help but want to curse them in her heart.

However, she must admit that she began to develop a slight interest in studying the soldiers under Andrei.

During these days, she carefully observed Andrei's soldiers and then discovered:
Those soldiers, whom the other soldiers called the Guards Assault Team, or rather, Andrei's most trusted elite soldiers, behaved strangely in many ways.

Jeanne didn't know how to describe how strange these guys were. Anyway, the feeling she got from them was that they all seemed to have some kind of mental problem, but their mental state was quite beautiful.

These soldiers showed no fear, no fatigue, and no pessimism.

Even when faced with a high intensity of war, they can maintain their enthusiasm and even become more excited as the fighting intensifies.

In addition, these soldiers seemed to have a special way of communicating. When they spoke, there were many things that Jeanne could not understand, which sounded like some kind of code.

Some soldiers could even stand face to face for half a day without moving, and then suddenly leave at the same time, for reasons unknown, which seemed quite strange.

With that thought in mind, Jeanne decided to ignore the soldiers.

Since these guys are so spiritually intelligent and willing to bravely venture into hell, let them mess around on their own.

Even if Andrei asks her later, she can confidently refute him, after all, these guys are the ones who want to go to hell!

Unbeknownst to Jeanne, players were excitedly discussing the world they saw on the other side of the portal in the chat area.

Some players are researching whether this is actually a warp, while others believe they have arrived in another place.

Although the pathfinder who had just rushed into Hell didn't survive for more than three seconds, and before he could kill any of the demons, he was burned to ashes by the psionic flames that fell from the sky.

But in less than three seconds, he successfully took a screenshot of the scene in front of him and posted it to the chat area.

When players saw the scene of a great battle breaking out on the other side of Hell, they instantly got excited.

Because what does this mean?
Whether this is a cutscene or not, it at least means that the game does have maps other than World War, and they can use portals to go to other places to fight in the future!
That's awesome! I didn't expect the game map to be so complex and so large!
Unbeknownst to Andrei, while he was still busy pondering the battle situation at the fortress, some players had already begun to consider the future expedition to Hell.

It can only be said that in the face of the Fourth Calamity, any space can be conquered.

No matter if it's hell or heaven, as long as the enemies in front of them show signs of being killable and can be interacted with, they can push all of them away!
If they can't push it out in a short time, it just means that their level is not high enough and their equipment is not strong enough!

Before long, the Black Hawk Army in the fortress was completely wiped out.

After some discussion, Jeanne and her legion went to garrison a fortress on the edge of the fortress; to be precise, she was politely driven there by the players.

From the players' perspective, this woman's Thousand Sons Army was incredibly skilled at racking up kills!

After fighting for half a day, all the merits they wanted were stolen by this woman, which is really annoying!
Therefore, they managed to coax and deceive the NPC to the other side, ensuring that they could continue to kill enemies in the war and not have their kills stolen by NPC teammates.

Unbeknownst to the player, after Jeanne arrived at the other fortress, she also began to observe the soldiers with great interest.

She now urgently wants to assess the soldiers' capabilities and summarize their various characteristics.

Because in the glimpse of the future she saw, Andrei still needed these soldiers to fight against hell.

It's never a bad thing to learn about the soldiers' conditions and your teammates' abilities beforehand.

On the Black Hawk Army's side, the airship force retreated in panic.

As for the airborne troops they left here before?
Damn it, these guys have unleashed a whole bunch of demons. They haven't even settled accounts with these people yet. Let them die!

Moreover, the airship unit had already seen the Thousand Sons Legion appear, so they never thought that these paratroopers could survive.

Since the airborne operation has failed, they should withdraw as soon as possible.

Upon learning of the renewed failure of the operation at the front, Colonel Black Hawk, who was in command at the rear, smashed his newly replaced thermos cup on the spot.

When he heard that the paratroopers at the front had brought out the demons, and then the Thousand Sons Legion arrived, he was speechless.

"Holy crap, I... (500 words of Black Hawk vulgarity omitted)"

"Enough already! How did this battle turn out like this? What kind of chaotic battlefield is this?"

The colonel was momentarily bewildered; he felt as if he no longer recognized the current war.

After watching for a while, the more he watched, the more he felt that gods were fighting on the front lines, as if there were no more mortals on this battlefield, and each one was more sinister than the last!

"Alright, order the frontline troops to halt their advance and await the arrival of the Great Belsa artillery!"

After a tirade, the colonel finally gave the order to halt the attack.

He made up his mind that once the Big Belsa Cannon arrived, he would rather bomb the warehouse to pieces than take any more risks.

This battlefield is practically toxic; he's unwilling to risk the lives of ordinary soldiers any longer.

The entry of the Thousand Sons into the fortress was a nightmare. The thought of the troops rushing in facing hundreds of immortal powered armor soldiers filled him with despair.

However, compared to the Great Belsa Cannon, everything else is just a passing cloud!

Once their giant cannons arrive, who cares how many monsters and demons are hidden in this fortress?
Just blow them all up!

He refused to believe it. Could it be that he couldn't blast the bunch of hellish things in this fortress to death with his 400mm cannon?

Meanwhile, on Andrei's end, he suddenly received a strange notification.

[Congratulations! With the player's intervention, a Hell Lord has fallen, and you have gained the opportunity to unlock the new Chosen Faction.]

Upon seeing this notification, a question mark slowly appeared above Andrei's head.

What the heck is this? What amazing thing has the player done this time?
Andrei racked his brains but still couldn't figure out when the player killed a Hell Lord.

How come he didn't know that players had gone to hell to wreak havoc?

After investigating for a while, he realized that several psionic players had rushed into the portal to Hell and then self-destructed.

With such a deafening explosion, a passage to the warp was created, and as a result, warp demons began to invade Hell!

"Well, the local regional powers are really unlucky; they've inadvertently become the sewers of the warp's cesspool..."

Andrei couldn't help but silently mourn for the local hellish forces, lamenting that demons were having an increasingly difficult time these days.

If you're even slightly unlucky, an alien demon might come and cause trouble in your territory. I wonder what it would be like if the warp invaded Hell.
After carefully checking the player's kill log, he finally understood what the previous prompt meant.

Perhaps it was because the player opened the warp portal that the warp demons invaded, causing a hell lord to fall in hell. So the player who opened the warp portal and then self-destructed inexplicably gained an assist.

For this reason, Andrei was given another chance to draw from the chosen faction.

"Alright, let me see... which unlucky chosen one I'm going to be this time?"

While complaining, Andrei opened the system interface and clicked on the Chosen One's position.

Although each chosen one may seem unreliable, the skills they grant and the units they unlock are still quite appealing.

Compared to the previous extractions, one of the Chaos Octagons has now been lit up. Looking at the lit blue area, Andrei couldn't help but roll his eyes.

As the Hellstorm area was activated, Andrei felt his interactions with Tzeentch were increasing dramatically, which was clearly not a good thing.

Overall, Tzeentch's units and the skills he acquires are actually quite appealing.

After clicking the draw button, Andrei looked at the wheel with some anticipation, wondering which faction he would get this time.

He hoped he wouldn't become Nurgle, although Nurgle also had a healthy side, but he was always worried that he might accidentally turn into a maggot-infested sea of ​​dung like Mortarion!

The pointer spun rapidly, and after a short while, it gradually came to a stop.

When Andrei saw the pointer sweep across the rotten and decadent area, he couldn't help but exhale.

Great, it seems I won't be dealing with Nurgle for the time being.

He was slightly curious, not knowing exactly what the Invisible Twist was, but he always felt that this area of ​​the Invisible Twist seemed to have a strange connection with him.

Unfortunately, the pointer didn't stop at the invisible distortion, but gradually pointed to the location of the unintentional killing.

"Uh, are we going to be chosen by God for being afraid of being second best?"

Andrei scratched his head. To be honest, among the four Chaos Gods, the second oldest was actually quite good.

After all, there's a saying: Not abstract, not pornographic, not disgusting, only my great Korne is a brave and true man!

Moreover, compared to other Chaos Gods, Khorne's corrupting effects are not that outrageous; at most, he may just become more bloodthirsty and warlike.

But considering the players' mental state, Andrei was also worried that Khorne's blessing would be ineffective.

After all, to be honest, these players are already bloodthirsty and warlike enough, living like greenskins.

No matter how much Khorne helps them, can he really make them even more bloodthirsty and warlike?
Just as the pointer was about to stop at the point of no intention to kill, Andrei felt as if the turntable in front of him had been kicked, and it suddenly shook.

Immediately afterwards, the pointer, which was about to stop, suddenly fluctuated and then stopped with a click in the direction of the north of the Chaos Octagon.

When Andrei saw the pointer pointing to the area of ​​erosion and destruction, his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise.

"Holy crap, the giant golden figure has appeared! Your Majesty, save me!"

Unfortunately, the Emperor seemed powerless to help Andrei in this situation, or rather, the Emperor himself was still struggling to get off the toilet.

So Andrei's shouts had no effect. He only saw that another skill tree was lit up, and at the same time, black and gold lights lit up in the area directly north of the Chaos Octagon.

"Uh, is this the Emperor or the Dark Lord?"

Looking at the areas on both sides, Andrei felt that something was strange about it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He checked his newly unlocked skill tree and found that it was very simple, with no branches and only a main branch.

Confused as to what was going on, Andrei checked his newly acquired skills and then his expression turned strange.

[Imperial Aura: This skill grants you extremely high leadership charisma. When people see you, they will unconsciously conjure up their ideal image of you, without the image deviating too much from their own appearance.]

Uh, is this Old Huang's psychic brainwashing aura?

Looking at this skill, although Andrei's body did not change, for some reason, he felt as if golden light was bursting out from behind his head, just like the great light of Buddha.

"So that's how it is. It doesn't deviate too much from my own appearance?"

Upon seeing this explanation, Andrei seemed to understand something:

Why do people see the Emperor as a big, golden man, and not some other image?
After all, in some people's minds, a blonde, animal-eared little girl is the most perfect image, but could the emperor really become a blonde, animal-eared little girl?
Although Andrei said he could easily accept the image of the Emperor, the Emperor that everyone sees, despite some slight differences in details, always seems to be a big, golden guy.

However, Sister Silent Catherine once said:

During the Internet Wars, she saw the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne. He was an ordinary-looking, middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance and a tired face. He was sitting on it with a pained expression, emitting silent screams.

Compared to the imposing, blond giant, the average middle-aged man, Andrei felt that the difference between them seemed rather large.

Thinking about it, he suddenly became curious about the extent to which his skill's psionic beauty enhancement could beautify him.

Just as Andrei was getting curious about this, Katyusha, who was bored, suddenly kicked open the office door and walked in like a domineering thug.

"Andreosha, when will my Titan Legion finally be deployed? You... I'll go!"

(End of this chapter)