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

Styx Galaxy, Death Song Academy.

Karl sat upright at his desk, dressed in a simple long robe.

hum.

The air trembled slightly, and a holographic projection bounced off.

The massive, howling mechanical body knelt on the ground.

"My God Karl."

The sound traveled across galaxies.

"The Taotie Vanguard Flagship Squadron has been completely wiped out."

"The First Combined Fleet of the Giant Wolf Civilization has been completely annihilated."

Carl continued writing with his quill pen without pause, his handwriting remaining neat, as if he hadn't heard the news.

"Who did it?"

He didn't even look up, his tone indifferent.

"A warrior wearing heavy blue armor."

His howling voice trembled uncontrollably. "No dark dimension data, no known gene engine response. He relied solely on... solely on the most primal violence, and an unknown kinetic weapon."

The screen changes.

A shaky video appeared in front of Carl.

That was the last footage from the battlefield recorder: Lu Xiao's chainsaw roared as its serrated blades easily tore through the warship's alloy hull, sparks almost filling the lens.

He called himself... Astartes.

sand.

The pen stopped.

Karl raised his head, his young eyes piercing through the projection, his gaze deep as he looked into the distant void.

"Astartes".

He murmured the word, casually put down his pen, and got up to walk towards the bookshelf behind him.

My fingertips glide over rows of ancient books, finally settling on a thick, hardcover book.

Karl pulled it out.

On the dark red cover, the gold-stamped double-headed eagle emblem looks extremely ferocious.

"This is a tabletop strategy game from Earth, which later spawned a vast novel system."

Carl turned the page and pointed to an illustration.

In the image, a Space Marine is wearing power armor and holding a bomb gun, which spews flames from its muzzle.

The howler froze, its electronic eyes focusing intently on the data.

"Games? Novels?"

The gluttonous king felt his logic system was about to burn out. "Are you saying that the ones who dismantled my two fleets into scrap metal were monsters that crawled out of Earth's storybooks?!"

"The void contains infinite possibilities."

Carl closed the book and gently tucked it back into its place.

"When a concept generates a sufficiently strong reflection in the universe, the void will materialize it. Lu Xiao's existence is merely an accidental collision between the void and a certain fanatical belief of Earth's civilization."

He sat back in his chair, interlacing his fingers. "It was just a coincidence."

"A coincidence? What should we do then?" Howling grew impatient, his voice rising eight octaves. "That monster's combat power is utterly unreasonable! The Void Engine can't even define him, let alone rewrite his concept!"

"Then there's no need to rewrite it."

Carl picked up his pen again and dipped it in the ink bottle.

"But"

"Hatred of howling."

Karl's voice wasn't loud, but it immediately silenced Howl.

"Are you concerned about the losses?"

Shihao trembled all over: "I dare not! This subordinate just feels that this is a meaningless waste of energy."

"No expenditure is meaningless."

Karl scribbled a complex equation on the paper with great speed, his tone indifferent.

"Death is never the end, but the beginning."

"Whether it's a gluttonous beast or a giant wolf, they're all just pawns. The purpose of pawns is to create slaughter, chaos, and the aura of death."

"The original plan remains unchanged. Send the follow-up fleet towards Earth and continue the slaughter."

Carlton paused, then used his pen to make a dot of ink on the paper.

"As for that Astartes, if you can't beat him, just go around him. The Earth is vast, and he's only one person; he can't protect everything."

After a moment of silence, Shihao finally kowtowed deeply.

"Yes, my God!"

The light and shadow flickered, and the projection disappeared.

Karl shook his head and continued burying himself in his void formulas. In truth, he already knew, but he hadn't fully revealed it.

……

Demon Wings.

This castle-like warship is silently suspended in the shadows of the solar system.

The atmosphere in the command center was oppressive.

Da, da, da.

The sound of high heels clicking on the metal floor was rapid. Morgana, dressed in black leather, paced back and forth on the platform, appearing extremely agitated.

"Your Majesty, the resources have been inventoried."

Atai spun around in his chair, reporting with a pained expression, "Resurrecting Ato and those brothers burned through twenty percent of our reserves! We're really short-handed now!"

"Depend on!"

Morgana cursed and kicked the metal pillar next to her.

boom!

The pillars hummed.

"Ato, how are you feeling now?" She turned to look at the center of the hall.

Atto stood there, his tall figure flashing as he swung his command sword.

Swish!

"Completely healed! Ready to fight to the death for the Queen!"

"very good."

Morgana nodded, her gaze sweeping across the audience. The sparsely populated demon soldiers looked rather pathetic compared to their peak.

"There are too few soldiers!"

She stood with her hands on her hips, her brow furrowed. "With so few people, if that bitch Keisha comes charging at us now, how are we supposed to stop her? I need cannon fodder! I need a whole army of demons!"

"Where's Thornton?"

"That stupid crocodile is still daydreaming on Mars, while the Taotie is watching closely, saying the time isn't right yet."

"I can't wait for that idiot!"

Morgana rushed to the star map, pressing her hands firmly against the table, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"Enlarge the map of Earth for me!"

hum!

A giant holographic image of Earth appeared instantly.

"Scan! Find it for me! Where is the highest population density? Where is the worst defense? Where is it easiest to create panic?"

Artest rapidly typed on the keyboard.

The red scanning beam streaked across the Earth's surface before finally coming to a stop.

"here."

Atai was pointing to a long, narrow island nation on the edge of the Eastern Hemisphere.

"An island nation. The population density is insane, the people are psychologically fragile, and there are no Super Soldier Corps stationed there, so the defense forces are basically all conventional troops."

Morgana stared at the island.

Her lips, painted with black lipstick, parted in a wide grin, revealing a set of white teeth; her smile was ferocious and greedy.

"This place is nice."

She drew a large red circle around the location of the island.

"It's like a godsend! This crowded place is practically a natural breeding ground for viruses!"

Morgana whirled around abruptly, the hem of her leather jacket swung in an arc.

"Ato!"

"exist!"

"Bringing the demonic virus to this island nation!"

Morgana's eyes flashed with malice. "Throw the virus into their water, into the air! I'll make this island crawl with demons overnight!"

Ator sheathed his sword, his eyes burning with fervor: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

He turned to leave.

"etc!"

Morgana suddenly called out to him.

She thought of Huangcun.

The strange psionic energy emanating from that blue tin can instantly melted his demonic claws as it flowed into the power sword.

Even she, with her fourth-generation divine body, is like this; what if someone like Atuo, who isn't even a third-generation divine body, were to encounter her...

And that monkey, it couldn't even last a few moves against that monster before it was killed.

"Atai, activate the dark data transmission channel!"

"yes!"

boom!

A beam of light rose in the center of the hall.

"Ato, get in there!"

Ato was somewhat bewildered: "Your Majesty, what is this?"

"Backup!"

Morgana's fingers danced rapidly across the virtual keyboard.

"Make a copy of all your dark data, memories, and combat experience for me!"

The progress bar is speeding up rapidly.

10%...50%...100%!

"I used to think it was unnecessary; as long as I didn't die, I could bring you all back to life."

Morgana's voice lowered, with a hint of barely perceptible concern, "But that Lu Xiao, something's really off about him."

If your data is partially erased by his bizarre power, even if I had extraordinary abilities, I couldn't save you. And even if I did, you'd be an idiot!

Atto was stunned.

The muscles on that hideous demonic face twitched slightly.

"Your Majesty, are you worried about me?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Morgana glared at him and waved her hand. "You're the best fighter I have. If you get hurt, where am I going to find someone as good as you again?"

Ding!

Backup complete!

The beam of light dissipated.

"Alright, get lost!" Morgana said impatiently. "Go to that island nation and build up your forces. Remember, don't engage the Super Soldier Corps head-on, especially that one in blue armor!"

"What if we run into them?"

"Then run!"

Morgana answered decisively, "Open a wormhole and run! Go where there are lots of people! Isn't he supposed to be protecting humanity? I don't believe he'd dare to bombard people indiscriminately in a busy area!"

In reality, the Japanese weren't even human; they were just born that way. Slaughtering them would be no problem at all, let alone in Astartes.

"Yes, sir!"

Ator bowed, and a black wormhole opened behind him.

There's no way around it, women's intuition is just that strong.

She pressed her temples sharply and activated the hidden communication.

"Black Wind!"

"Your Majesty, I'm here," a lazy voice came from the other end of the communication.

"Wake up! Go and gather all the information about Warhammer 40 on Earth right now, and take a look at it yourselves after you find it!"

"Novels, games, art books, even fan fiction—find them all!"

"Your Majesty, we have no interest in human entertainment products..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Go on your way!"

Morgana roared, "Know yourself and know your enemy! Since he came from a story, his weaknesses must also be written in the story! I'm going to catch this tin can and take him apart to study him!"

……

Over the island nation.

As night falls, neon lights shimmer in the city.

On the streets and alleys, young people were making a ruckus in front of izakayas and arcades.

No one noticed that the clouds overhead were twisting.

Swish!

A black wormhole quietly opened.

Ato hovers thousands of meters in the air, coldly overlooking the city below.

There are too many people.

Below are densely packed life signals.

Atto took a black metal can from his waist. Dark red runes flowed across the surface of the can, emanating an ominous aura.

Demon Gene Virus.

This one jar is enough to turn this city into purgatory.

"For the Queen's will."

Atos released his hand.

call

The metal can fell at high speed, tearing through the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound.

It pierced through the clouds and crashed into the city center.

boom!

A muffled thud.

The metal can crashed heavily into the reservoir in the center of the city.

The tank exploded instantly!

The black mist spread wildly in the water, flowing through the extensive underground pipe network to every household.

Ator flapped his wings and disappeared into the night.

Looking down at the still bustling city, a cruel smile appeared on his devilish face.

"The party has begun."

"Go and degenerate, mortals."