The player is playing like a god, and has already advanced to Space Marine level at the start.

Deathsong Academy, Karl's private laboratory.

Hua Ye's screams shattered between the stone bricks, so fast they made one's eardrums vibrate.

Karl lightly tapped the air with his fingertip.

A crisp "click" came from Hua Ye's throat, and all syllables were violently locked in place.

He stared wide-eyed, but couldn't make a sound.

Snow emerged from the shadows, carrying a tray.

Twelve glowing bone needles were neatly arranged on the tray.

"My God, this guy was just talking about Keisha, but he's finally quiet now."

Snow's voice was hoarse, and his eyes revealed a morbid excitement.

Karl picked up the bone needle with a blank expression.

"His genes are filled with low-level interests, and this junk is hindering the transmission of computing power."

"Snow, hold him down."

Karl's hand was extremely steady, without the slightest tremor.

The first bone needle was precisely inserted into the crevice of Hua Ye's spine.

Hua Ye's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Does it hurt?"

Carl asked in a soft voice, his tone as indifferent as if he were asking about today's weather.

"This kind of pain is the last lingering attachment that the material dimension gives you."

"Once you get used to the illusion, you'll appreciate this feeling of being torn apart."

Hua Ye shook his head desperately, his lips trembling as he tried to beg for mercy, but all that came out were broken monosyllables.

Snow skillfully manipulated the various values ​​beside him, and the curves on the screen were blindingly red.

"My God, the stripping process is 40% complete. Do we need to physically sever the pain receptors?"

Carl shook his head.

"Keep it. Make sure he remembers clearly that this power comes at a price."

"Go get the Vibration Blade."

Snow turned and took a buzzing short blade from the hidden compartment.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, creating visible ripples.

Carl took it and traced a line down the midline of Hua Ye's chest.

There was no blood seepage.

The wound was filled with emanating dark energy, a pitch-black expanse that exuded an eerie atmosphere.

"Look, this is a defective product corrupted by desire."

Carl's tone was as if he were commenting on a pile of rotten cans.

"I will reshape him, turning him into a half-phantom born for the void."

Snow moved closer, his nose almost touching Hua Ye's wound.

"Then...do we still want his consciousness?"

Karl's blade didn't stop, slicing open Hua Ye's ribs.

"As long as my algorithm can be executed, whether he is conscious or not is not important. Never mind, we still need to make him conscious."

Hua Ye's consciousness began to blur. Looking at Karl's expressionless face, he felt nothing but endless regret.

If he had known this would happen, he would have preferred to be killed by Yan Yijian.

……

Kunsa Star, Demon Number One.

"Depend on!"

Morgana's roar nearly blew the roof off the command center.

She suddenly waved her hand, and the wine glass on the table flew out horizontally.

The cup crashed into the alloy wall and shattered into countless fragments.

On the screen, the image of Yan instantly defeating Ruoning was frozen in time.

"Ato! Tell me, did this bitch steal Karl's backend password?"

Morgana pointed at the screen, her fingertips trembling with anger.

Ator stood beneath the throne, his command sword slamming heavily against the ground with a dull thud.

"Your Majesty, Yan's computing power fluctuations have exceeded the scope of a normal divine body."

"Nonsense! I have eyes, I can see it!"

Morgana paced back and forth on the steps.

The tight leather pants made a soft rustling sound with her movements.

"This is not scientifically sound!"

"Even if Keisha personally helps Yan, what gives Yan the right to use it directly?"

She stopped abruptly, staring intently at Atuo, her eyes filled with panic and disarray.

Ato lowered his head, not daring to reply.

Morgana gritted her teeth and slammed her hand on the control panel.

"Immediately issue my order: all demons scattered throughout the universe must gather within three days!"

"Anyone who dares to delay even a second, I'll personally stuff them into a star and burn them to ashes!"

"Your Majesty, shall we go into full defensive mode?"

Ato asked in a muffled voice.

"What else? Wait for Yan to come and see us off in our final days?"

Morgana snorted coldly, put her hands on her hips, and her chest heaved violently.

"And then there's Lu Xiao, he's caused more trouble in the Milky Way than anyone else."

"That guy is a madman now. He'll crush anyone who gets in his way into a pulp."

"We need to raise our shields first; we can't count on that idiot Karl."

"He's probably busy remodeling Hua Ye right now, he doesn't have time to worry about us."

Morgana looked at Yan's arrogant face on the screen and spat out a curse.

……

The Imperial Blade, in the central ring of the Milky Way.

Lu Xiao sat in the large conductor's chair.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Each sound seemed to strike right at one's heart.

In his hand, a crystal, freshly extracted from the alien's brain, emitted a ghostly glow, which reflected on his face, making him appear sinister.

The surface of the crystal is covered with natural patterns, and its touch makes your palms tremble.

"Commander, Outpost 17 has been completely cleared."

Lei Zhan's voice came through the communication channel, accompanied by the deafening roar of a bomb gun.

"These bastards hid three thousand meters underground, but the brothers still dug them out."

Lu Xiao raised his eyelids and glanced at the holographic map.

On the map, the red dots representing the alien civilization are going out one by one.

"Where are the spoils?"

Lu Xiao's voice was soft, yet it carried an overwhelming air of authority.

"They're carrying it! These aliens are really rich; we've dug up all the rare minerals in the earth's crust."

Lei Zhan was panting heavily on the other end of the line, his voice filled with excitement.

"Commander, you didn't see it. When those little civilizations surrendered, they cried so pitifully."

"They wrote a thick stack of surrender letters, begging us to give them a way out."

"I won't look at it. Just erase it all according to the established procedure."

"The Milky Way doesn't need these resource-wasting aliens."

He stood up and walked to the huge porthole.

Outside, an alien homeworld is collapsing.

Hot magma erupted from a massive fissure in the Earth's crust, cooling into black charred rock in a vacuum.

"Lei Zhan, hurry up!"

"The ore-mining ship will be on site in half an hour. I want this place to be spotless, without a single speck of dust left."

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

Lei Zhan responded loudly, followed by a violent explosion.

Lu Xiao cut off the communication.

His cloak billowed in a sharp arc as he moved.

He gazed at the burning galaxies, his heart unmoved.

For him, it was just a routine "cleaning" job; if it got dirty, he just had to wipe it clean.

"Back to Terra, it's time for that boring meeting to begin."

Lu Xiao turned around, her boots clicking crisply on the alloy floor.

"Commander, should we take those alien specimens with us?" a guard asked in a low voice.

"No need, just take their heads and hang them on the walls of Terra."

……

Terra.

Lu Xiao walked through the gate.

Hundreds of ordinary officials bowed their heads, not daring to breathe.

Guilliman sat on the high seat, the Emperor's Sword resting across his knees.

He looked exhausted, with bloodshot eyes and an overall air of weariness.

Lu Xiao found a seat and casually placed his power armor helmet face down on the table.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the hall.

The ordinary officials at the table were so startled that they almost collapsed to the ground.

"Is everything settled in Central?"

Guilliman looked up and his gaze fell on Lu Xiao with a scrutinizing look.

"It's all cleaned up now; it's cleaner over there than my face."

Lu Xiao leaned back in his chair, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I heard these mortals have a lot of opinions about administration? They think we're in their way?"

The ordinary officials looked at each other, sweat dripping down their temples and making tiny wet spots on the marble floor.

"Lu Xiao, they believe that Astartes should not interfere in internal affairs."

Guilliman's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Lu Xiao sneered and suddenly stood up.

His three-meter-tall frame exuded a terrifying sense of oppression, like a mountain pressing down on everyone's heads.

He strode up to an official with a large belly.

The official was so frightened that his face turned ashen, his trouser legs trembled violently, and he could barely stand.

"administrative?"

Lu Xiao looked down at him, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"While my army was shedding blood and sacrificing its lives, you were busy embezzling public funds?"

"During the alien invasion, you were busy discussing rules and how to divide the spoils?"

The official stammered, "Commander, this is against the rules. Mortals are the foundation of the empire; you are merely weapons..."

"rule?"

Lu Xiao pressed his right hand against the hilt of the power sword.

The metallic patterns on the sword hilt hurt his palm, but they also made him feel exceptionally secure.

"My sword is the rule."

"Would you like to hear what it has to say?"

Lu Xiao suddenly pulled out half of the sword blade, and the light of spiritual energy instantly illuminated the hall.

The official's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

A foul odor filled the hall, extremely pungent.

Lu Xiao frowned in disgust and took a step back.

He turned his head, surveyed the entire room, and his gaze swept across everyone's face like a knife.

"From this day forward, all imperial worlds shall be under the control of Astartes."

"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"

No one spoke; the entire hall was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Hundreds of high-ranking officials bowed their heads, wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches.

Lu Xiao turned to look at Guilliman, her eyes resolute.

"Father, leave the rest to me. Anyone who disagrees can go to Mars and mine until they die."

He picked up his helmet, turned around, and walked towards the gate.

"Pass down the order: Astartes shall take over administration."

"Those who resist will be killed on the spot, without trial."

Lu Xiao's figure disappeared at the gate.

Guilliman watched his retreating figure and slowly drew the Emperor's Sword.

The golden flames exploded instantly, illuminating the despairing faces of those mortals.

Meeting adjourned.