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

Above Kunsa Star, Demon One.

Stab it!

In the center of the main control hall, a gap was violently torn open.

She stepped out in her combat boots.

Click.

The longsword was sheathed.

The clanging of metal carried far in the empty hall, making one's ears ache.

Xueyi looked around, her eyes piercing.

"Your Majesty, I'm back."

Morgana leaned back on her throne, a half-empty bottle of red wine dangling from her fingertips.

The smell of alcohol instantly dissipated from those eyes, which were covered in heavy smoky makeup.

She kicked away an empty wine bottle on the ground and jumped off the platform.

"Damn it! Xueyi, if you don't come back soon, I'll grow moths all over the place!"

Morgana strode across the tangled cables on the ground and put her arm around Sheey's shoulder.

The palm slammed heavily onto the hard shoulder pad, kicking up a layer of dust.

"Without you here to take the fall, I can't even get into a proper argument. None of those little brats are any good!"

Shee didn't reply. She lowered her breath and looked past Morgana.

In the corner, Thornton was crouching in the shadows.

The crocodile was clinging to a bloody animal leg, crunching it loudly, scattering bone fragments all over the ground.

"Your Majesty, where did you find this thing? It doesn't seem to be very bright."

Sheeyi pressed her right hand on the hilt of the sword, her fingers repeatedly rubbing against the frost pattern on the scabbard.

"My name is Thornton! I am God! You're talking awful, woman!"

The crocodile raised its head, its mouth stuffed full of raw meat.

It roared, and dark red blood trickled down from the corner of its mouth.

It wiped the oil off its face and stared intently at Xueyi's skirt.

"Your skin looks quite crisp, can you chew it? I'm still hungry."

"Get lost! This is my top lieutenant. If you dare show your teeth again, I'll stew you and drink the soup!"

Morgana turned around and kicked Thorton right at the base of his tail.

The crocodile let out a howl, hugged the bone, and shrank back into the corner, muttering "she-devil" under its breath.

On the other side of the console, Rose leaned against it, staring at the data stream jumping on the screen.

She didn't look up; her burgundy short hair covered half her face.

A faint tremor permeated the air.

That was the spacetime gene running amok, and Rose was clearly in a bad mood.

"That's Rose, my lifeline now, don't mess with her."

Morgana chuckled, her face beaming with pride.

Xueyi nodded without asking any further questions, but her brows furrowed into a knot.

The atmosphere in the hall was too somber.

The energy loop on the ceiling was flashing purple light wildly.

This is the sound of the system being overloaded.

Ator was leading a group of demons, reinforcing the defensive nodes.

Each demon had a long face, gripping their weapons tightly.

"Your Majesty, with this kind of commotion... is that bitch Keisha about to attack?"

Xueyi lowered her voice, her palms sweating.

Morgana stopped laughing and tilted her head back to gulp down a large mouthful of spicy red wine.

The alcohol choked me, sending a burning pain through my throat.

"Angels? If it were just those birdmen, I could at least get a good night's sleep."

She pointed to the coordinates of the Milky Way on the big screen, where a blinding blue light was flashing.

"The people staring at us now are a bunch of humans who are even crazier than madmen."

Xueyi was stunned, her mind racing to search for interstellar information.

"Is that the empire that launched the Great Expedition in the Milky Way?"

"I overheard it on my way back; I heard that wherever they went, not even a single intact stone was left."

Morgana snorted and pulled a thick stack of paper books out of thin air.

boom!

The book slammed onto the metal table, kicking up a layer of dust.

Xueyi stared blankly at the words on the cover.

"Warhammer 40? Earthling science fiction? Queen, when did you start reading this?"

She casually flipped to a page, her fingertips brushing against the rough paper, the texture feeling very raw.

"Look closely, every single word on this is happening right now."

Morgana pulled up a chair and sat down, her eyes dark and brooding.

"Just now, that madman Lu Xiao led his men to format the Intelligent Core Civilization."

"They didn't even give us a chance to surrender. They just slammed down a whirlwind torpedo, turning the entire planet into a glass sphere."

Without a word, Xueyi instantly overclocked the gene engine.

Within the pupils, countless data streams were frantically scrolling across the screen.

Splash!

The pages of the book flipped rapidly, driven by dark energy.

The text and those grotesque illustrations were instantly imprinted into her core backend.

Less than three minutes later, Xue Yi let go of her hand, her face deathly pale.

Her fingertips pressed against the spine of the book, trembling uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty, is everything written here... true?"

"An empire that sacrifices countless lives every day? And those tin cans that use aliens as fuel?"

She pointed to the overwhelming war machines in the picture book, her voice weak.

"These people are more like demons than we are; they have no concept of mercy whatsoever."

Morgana pulled out a copy of "Lord of Mankind".

On the cover, a man in golden armor, wielding a flaming greatsword, is standing on a pile of corpses.

"This is the man; Lu Xiao is currently carrying out his will."

Morgana stared at the golden figure, her teeth grinding together.

"He turned the entire civilization into a meat grinder through lies and brainwashing."

"He created a war monster called the Astartes, which was not human at all, but a weapon."

Morgana stood up and paced back and forth in the hall, her combat boots clattering on the deck.

"Snowy, have you ever seen a super soldier mass-produced on an assembly line?"

"As long as those monsters called Primarchs don't die, they can keep producing more and more troops."

"In just a few months, an ordinary person can be turned into a killing machine. No upgrades or enlightenment are needed; all that's required is to cut off their humanity."

Sheeyi's voice was a little weak; she felt that her algorithm was a bit out of sync.

"It says here that they don't need the Dark Dimension? Then what drives them?"

"That's the most disgusting thing!"

Morgana turned her head sharply, staring intently at Xueyi, her eyes bloodshot.

"Our wars rely on algorithms, on computation-driven systems, and on who has the fastest computing speed."

"But these metal cans rely solely on their abnormal muscles and power armor, as well as their ridiculously fast nerve reflexes."

"The Demon Wings have no logical connection to us, because they don't use logic at all!"

Morgana's voice echoed in the hall, trembling.

Shee fell silent, staring at the cans of characters in the book wielding chainsaws and roaring "For the Emperor!" in a sea of ​​blood.

This sheer madness sent a chill down her spine, even for a demon like her.

"The Milky Way has changed dramatically; our era may be coming to an end."

Morgana waved her hand, revealing the real-time star map.

All the previously chaotic civilization signals went out, replaced by a dense array of blue markers.

Like a malignant tumor, it is spreading wildly into the depths of the universe.

"That's Guilliman's Ultra Warrior."

"These blue cans sail in giant ships capable of shattering planets, planting double-headed eagle flags in every star system."

Morgana walked to the window, gazing at the dim starlight outside Kunsa Star with a lost look in her eyes.

"The Great Crusade isn't over yet. They've just cleaned up the aliens. Now it's our turn, the heretics."

"Will they find this place? We have space jump technology."

Xueyi asked a question unwillingly.

"Unless we can escape this universe, it's only a matter of time before we're being targeted."

Morgana gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of her mouth, her smile looking rather awkward.

"In that empire's dictionary, heretics were to be burned at the stake."

"They'll use whirlwind torpedoes to blast this ball into cosmic dust, leaving not a trace."

Thornton let out a loud burp, picked up his battle axe, and wobbled over.

"Your Majesty, I'm still not full. When can we chop someone up? I want to eat that golden thing."

"Eat your head, my foot! You think you can even chew that?"

Morgana pushed Soton away in frustration.

She stared at the approaching red warning dot on the screen.

"Shee, mobilize all energy reserves and maximize the shield of Demon One."

"I don't want to be captured and stuffed into their culture tank as research material."

She gripped the sword hilt tightly, her fingers turning blue from the force, and her knuckles cracking.

She turned to look at the rose.

It stared intently at the light in the distance, the direction of the Imperial Expeditionary Force.

Shee looked at the book "Lord of Mankind" again.

A chill ran down Xueyi's spine and straight to her head, making her shiver.

"Ato, deploy all the outer perimeter detection eyes!"

Xueyi turned around abruptly and shouted into the communicator.

"Report Imperial warships spotted immediately, don't wait for them to open fire!"

Morgana opened another bottle of wine, but this time she didn't drink it.

She stared at the huge double-headed eagle logo.

Morgana pressed her fingers heavily on the control panel.

The red warning on the screen flashed again.