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Chapter 141 Psychic Communication Plan (Please subscribe)

The sun gradually sets in the west.

The sky slowly turned into a bright red blood color.

Shadows were flying high in the sky, and countless fighter planes and gunboats were fighting together.

Bright flashes of light appeared from time to time and scattered in the void.

The dense number makes the atmosphere change color.

The falling debris hit the ground with flames, and occasionally set off explosions.

The last loyalists of House Lenlith, belonging to the planet Korhal, retreated to the core area.

They lost most of the area.

Reinforcements from other regions were intercepted and blocked by the empire.

They were divided by the empire, isolated, and trapped in a desperate situation.

Final defeat is approaching.

The core area is surrounded by high, solid walls.

Energy shields and defensive artillery were deployed on the high walls.

The defenders retreated into the walls and opened all defensive facilities.

They struggled.

It seems that as long as they are tenacious enough, they can change the ending of failure.

Anti-aircraft guns, city defense turrets, and laser arrays were all firing non-stop.

The roar of artillery fire made the whole world tremble.

Dense lasers and bullets poured into the sky like a torrent.

The straight beam of energy is fleeting.

Burning aerial fighters crashed around the core area, making loud explosions from time to time.

The Mecha Corps launched two giant siege mechas.

They stand tall against the sky and are created by integrating human's destructive skills.

Born to destroy.

They held their heads high, took heavy steps, and advanced against the giant shield.

The artillery on the city wall continued to vent its firepower.

But it can only cause waves of ripples on their thick shields.

Fighter planes passed over them, and heavy armored tanks gathered behind them, advancing together with the infantry phalanx.

The huge spider mobile platform is also moving forward slowly.

On the platform is a heavy energy cannon that looks like a mountain.

They were used as siege guns.

The spider mobile platform is followed by a crawler truck.

They tow energy reactors.

Power siege guns.

The energy pile and the siege cannon are connected by thick energy pipes.

Numerous reminder lights flashed continuously.

Technicians stood next to the giant cannon, adjusting parameters and checking the operation of each component.

"We have entered the designated gun position and are ready to fire."

the technical director shouted.

His voice was drowned out by the explosion.

But technicians equipped with communicators heard the sound.

They got busy.

The energy reactor is tuned for maximum power output.

The piston on the pipe moved back and forth rapidly.

The pointer of the meter mounted on the cable also slowly climbed.

A dense arc of electricity streaks across the weapon's surface.

Fin-like reservoirs dotted across the cannon were filled with coolant.

Avoid the energy cannon from burning out or even exploding due to overload.

When the order to fire was given, the magnificent cannon let out a terrifying roar, and a thick, winding beam was fired.

The terrifying beam of light eclipsed everything on the battlefield.

The shield protecting the city was quickly depleted.

From a well-functioning blue, to a pinkish red, to a precarious orange.

In the end, the projector overload was broken down.

Intense artillery fire fell on the high wall that had lost its protection.

The thick rock was transformed into a boiling fountain of atoms by the plasma beam.

The metal melts into iron juice and flows.

All kinds of turrets and artillery were destroyed.

The tall and magnificent city wall was blown up and smashed into the fortress behind the wall.

everything is over.

The Imperial Army opened the gap and stormed in.

Tarek, the commander of the second company of the Second Legion, took the lead.

The last soldiers loyal to House Varys established a final line of defense in front of the entrance to the fortress's sanctuary.

Lunlian gave them the best weapons and equipment.

But failure is inevitable.

Soldiers guarding the entrance stood behind fortifications built with quick-drying concrete and armored plating, chanting the Korhal's slogan "The people of Korhal will not be enslaved" as they tried to hold off the Legionnaires.

Several automatic rapid-fire artillery pieces were placed at awkward angles.

The artillery fire continued.

Leaving behind brilliant and deadly fiery trails in the night.

"Let the drone blow it up," Tarek said.

The battle-brother carrying the heavy-fired drone carried out Tarek's orders.

He accessed the drone's shared vision, and then controlled the drone to input all of its energy into the weapon system.

When everything was ready, the drone rushed out of the bunker and sprayed a scorching light strip at the target.

A rapid-fire cannon was hit and exploded, overloading the connected energy stack, causing a series of explosions.

The dazzling light gathered into a circle and then expanded rapidly, covering the defenders at the entrance and even a large area.

The terrifying light and heat melted everything.

Tarek and others lay on the ground and turned on the shield.

When the aftermath of the explosion subsided, all that was seen was scorched earth.

The defenders were either vaporized or turned into unrecognizable charred corpses.

"Let's go." Tarek shouted to his company and reported the situation in the communication: "The city wall has been breached, and we are heading towards the core area."

"Tarek, you are so brave, I can't help but feel sorry for you."

The voice of Raz, the commander of the first company of the Second Legion, came from the communicator.

"There is absolutely no intention of comparison," Tarek said.

"You should remember your first achievement, but this is not the time to celebrate. Only by catching the guy who dares to oppose the Holy Emperor can we achieve the purpose of our trip."

Bai Qi's voice also sounded on the communicator.

The legion commander did not personally participate in the battle.

Instead, they were watching the battle from a battleship in low-Earth orbit with the supporting families.

To deal with such a small family, there was no need for him to take action personally.

He watched the battle with these families to promote the empire's force and exert pressure.

Let them be honest.

"For the Holy Emperor," Tarek said.

The communicator rang out responses from other company commanders and senior officers.

They chanted the same slogan.

It was that great man.

Only then could they go to the stars and officially start the great cause of human rejuvenation.

All glory belongs to Him.

Lunlien walked back and forth in the shelter.

Panic contorted his handsome face.

The elegance and calmness of the past have long since disappeared without a trace.

The roaring explosion shook the fortified shelter.

This is where the heroes of the Varys family slept for generations, and now they are all awakened.

Each one had a solemn face, showing uneasiness and apprehension.

The oldest one is the ancestor of Varys who was active nine thousand years ago.

At that time, the Human Alliance had just disintegrated.

At that time, the Blackstone Chamber of Commerce was just a mutual aid organization.

The Varys family's control of the planet Korhal was far less terrifying than it is today.

The Terran Alliance local government remains the recognized governing body.

It was not until a few generations later that ignorant people, instigated by the Wallis family, overthrew the local government that had lost its backing and ushered in parliamentary rule.

Relying on the wealth accumulated over generations, the Varys family spent nearly two thousand years infiltrating the entire parliament and destroying other families.

In the end, they rewrote history and completely took control of all discourse.

Through day-to-day brainwashing, all Korhals are made to feel that they are born rulers.

He is the savior of the planet Korhal.

They deserve to have dominion over the entire planet, and even the entire galaxy.

And now, the time has come for the final reckoning.

There was another huge explosion.

The huge impact caused the dust in the shelter to fall down.

The thick alloy door also showed traces of hot melt cutting at this time.

A large area was burned red.

Under Lunlian's horrified gaze, the door turned into molten lava, dripping and flowing downwards.

Within minutes a huge gash appeared.

The eyepiece flashed red, and the warrior wearing thick armor raised his blaster and fired from the outside.

Several guards who tried to fire were instantly blown to pieces.

Lunlian's few personal guards were all dead.

No longer able to resist.

This scene made the ancestors of Wallis, who used to be superior in the past, almost have a cardiac arrest in fear.

A large warrior opened the shield and walked in through the gap.

"Remnants of the Wallis family, you have been captured. Give up all unrealistic ideas immediately, throw down your weapons and surrender."

"I request to speak to your highest commander. We can cooperate with you in handing over the rule of the planet Korhal."

The oldest surviving ancestor of the Wallis family walked up to the tall warrior and said tremblingly.

"After the formal war, you have lost your last chance. What awaits you is the final judgment."

The soldier spoke indifferently, and then motioned to his men to arrest him.

The legionnaires swarmed in and grabbed them like piggies.

The successive heads of the Wallis family.

These men consider themselves the uncrowned kings of the Korhal system.

They all shouted in horror.

But soon, their mouths and noses were sealed, their hands and feet were immobilized, and they were taken away.

after one day.

In the Korhal system, the last organized opposition group was eliminated.

Those who refused to surrender were publicly executed.

The flaming banner of the Empire was planted on every city in the Korhal system.

The trial of the supreme ruler of the Korhal system also began after the resistance was completely destroyed.

The surviving ancestors of the Wallis family were all escorted to the execution platform designed by them.

The Galactic Empire made their trials and executions public to the entire population of the Korhal system, and used them to undermine other opposition families.

There were many people watching, including the Andrau family, the Sima family and other supporting families, as well as those generals and captains who chose to surrender to the Galactic Empire.

"You can't treat a family with historical heritage like this. We protected our people during the Evernight Crisis and protected the continuation of human civilization. You can't do this!!"

An ancestor of the Wallis family shouted.

He slept for thousands of years.

As soon as he was awakened, he unexpectedly learned that his family was about to be destroyed.

A galactic empire that appeared out of nowhere has driven them to near destruction.

Before anything could be done, the enemies had already charged in.

A few days later, he was sent to the execution platform to be executed in public as a warning to others.

Who can accept such an ending?

In this life, he felt that he had a clear conscience.

At most, they killed people, played with other people's wives in front of others, and formulated a system that could create more wealth for the Lenris family. After the human fertility rate dropped, they promoted the artificial human plan.

Apart from these things, he has never done anything heinous.

Why do you do this to him! !

Think about it, under his leadership, the Korhal Galaxy has won the first place in many fields such as the industrial production value of the Blackstone Chamber of Commerce, the largest population, and the first military strength, realizing the great rise of the Korhal Galaxy. Let the Korhal hold their heads high again.

Although those Korhals were treated as cheap robots, with no guarantees after a lifetime of hard work, and had to wait for death in the end, they gained honor.

As for those who were sacrificed.

The development of the times requires sacrifices.

What's your fault? ?

Other members of the Varys family also shouted.

Aktu howled.

This young genius who used to be the focus of the world has now become a guest on the execution platform.

Ironically, this execution platform was designed by the Wallis family.

The purpose is to use it to show the world the determination and strength of the Wallis family.

Let those people know the consequences of offending the Wallis family.

He was once a man of great influence and had grown up in a halo since he was a child.

Now, he is about to be executed in public.

The onlookers also had complicated expressions.

Minor looked at Lunlien, who had been at odds with him in the past and disliked each other, with a trace of pity.

The other party's knees were smashed and he was kneeling there.

The severe pain distorted his face.

Blood flowed all over the floor.

Gadri also felt guilty.

He was originally a retainer vassalized by the Wallis family, but ended up surrendering to the Galactic Empire in the Battle of Wenchang No. 7 System, causing the opposition fleet to be defeated so quickly.

He stood in the crowd, his eyes wandering.

He didn't look directly at Lunlian's eyes that wanted to kill him.

"You betrayed the glory of the Holy Emperor, cruelly exploited fellow human beings, and even violated the most basic moral bottom line. Such crimes are unforgivable. According to the will of the Holy Emperor, you are all sentenced to death as a warning to the world."

Imperial officials read out the verdict.

The executioner standing behind the members of the Renlith family came up.

They pointed their guns at the heads of the condemned prisoners.

"Execution," the imperial official said.

The roar of the laser gun sounded.

The ruby-like beam instantly penetrated the heads of everyone in the Wallis family.

A powerful family that had ruled the Korhal system for thousands of years vanished into thin air.

There is not even a single surviving descendant of the family.

Such is the fate of rejecting the glory of the Holy Emperor.

Minor and others were both happy and hesitant.

If he had not chosen to side with the empire, he would have been sent to the execution stand.

The expansion of the Galactic Empire is like a flood that can't be stopped.

Either conform to them or be crushed.

Elam saw the news on the old projector at home.

News of the execution of the Wallis family caused a huge sensation.

As Lenrian's body fell to the ground, an old era ended.

Chaos continued for several days.

The streets are filled with gunshots as the Galactic Empire continues its intense hunt for those die-hards.

Wait until the gunshots strangling the rebels subside.

Alam dared to walk out of his dilapidated home.

The streets have mostly been cleared of corpses and blood stains.

But I can still smell the blood.

The flaming banners of the new ruler were hung throughout the streets.

The image of a man in golden armor appeared on the floating projections in the streets and alleys, shouting.

"My compatriots, my brothers and sisters, the desperate Eternal Night era has tortured us for too long. Civilization has declined, morals have collapsed, everything has become very bad, and countless generations have suffered torture and suffering. But everything must be It’s over, and the great era is about to begin. Join the Galactic Expedition, we will restore humanity’s past glory, and our descendants will once again break free from the shackles of the planet and roam among the stars without restraint.”

"Join the Galactic Expedition and join hands to start the great era of empire. We will drive away the eternal night, and mankind will win the final victory. Dedicate your loyalty to the empire, and mankind will shine among the stars again."

On the street, there were also people shouting.

"For the Holy Emperor."

"Destroy the remnants of the Lunlian family's lackeys."

Looking at everything happening around him, Alam looked confused.

The world suddenly became unfamiliar to him.

Several patrol cars passed by.

Their bodies were all spray-painted with fire emblems.

As he walked, he shouted.

"All citizens please cooperate with the imperial personnel in conducting population registration and social environment surveys, and go to receive relief supplies. The desperate Eternal Night Era has been expelled, and all sins will be liquidated and judged. The glory of the Holy Emperor protects you."

"All citizens please cooperate with the imperial personnel to conduct population registration and social environment surveys, and go to receive relief supplies. The desperate Eternal Night Era has been expelled, all crimes will be liquidated and judged, and the glory of the Holy Emperor protects you."

Alam watched the car fly away, then lowered his head again and walked down the street.

He plans to first go to the factory where he used to work.

Look at the situation in the factory.

He didn't have much money on hand.

If you don't work for too long, you will starve.

But as soon as he reached the door, he saw the factory owner being dragged out by his fellow workers.

"Please don't do that," the factory owner cried. "I swear, that will never happen again."

The workers who dragged him ignored the factory owner's cries.

Instead, he kept to himself and took out the rope.

Throw one end over the streetlight and catch it in your hand.

The other end was turned into a noose and put around the factory owner's neck.

"You can't do this, it's a crime," the factory owner yelled. "Please, stop this, don't do that to me."

"Useless things should be cleared away."

"Sir, you are no longer useful. The Holy Emperor has no need of useless lackeys from the Varys family."

One worker perfectly imitated the tone of the former factory owner.

The other workers were amused and laughed.

A few people even whistled briskly.

They put a noose around the factory owner's neck, hung him up, and then beat him with sticks.

Every stroke is so hard.

The beating made the factory owner scream in agony.

They beat him until the factory owner was no longer breathing.

Immediately afterwards, they pulled out a supervisor from the factory and hung him up as they did just now.

The supervisor was so scared that he peed his pants.

He begged the workers to let him go.

But no one paid attention, and they beat the supervisor to death again with sticks.

The workers didn't stop until they killed five people.

Ayram stood a little further away, watching their atrocities.

Let him have a feeling that the world has gone crazy.

"Alam, you're late."

A co-worker saw Alam and said hello to him.

"You?" Alam stepped back a few steps in fright, thinking that these people were going to hang him up too.

"Hahaha, you must be scared."

A rough-looking man came out.

"He is a lackey of House Varys, an opposition, while we are the supporters of the Holy Emperor."

The man rolled up his sleeves.

A tattoo of flames appears on his shoulder.

"Don't worry so much, Aram, this guy deserves to die, don't forget what they did to us." Another man said: "Come with us to execute the other damn people. There are huge numbers of them, and they are all Varys The family's lackey, we must execute him for the Holy Emperor."

"Don't think about escaping. Now everyone has to take sides. Either choose the Galactic Empire or be treated as a lackey of the Varys family."

Alam had no choice but to be carried away by them.

The execution of factory owners was not an isolated incident.

<divclass="contentadv">It happens everywhere.

House Varys fell.

All family members were executed.

In order to win over the citizens of this planet, the Galactic Empire granted them a few days of vigilante revenge.

Many former mid-level and high-level figures were brutally murdered.

Alam watched as a wealthy family was pulled out of their mansion by angry workers.

The angry people doused it with fuel, set it on fire, and burned it alive.

Even the children were not spared.

Some people were also beheaded or hung up and beaten to death.

The hatred that had been accumulated for so many years was vented in various horrific and bloody atrocities.

They shouted the name of the Holy Emperor to vent their inner hatred.

Perhaps these people have not even understood what the Holy Emperor is like.

Of course, this acquiescence is not without a bottom line.

There are limits to who people can vent their hatred to.

Those powerful people who chose to surrender before the war started and provided convenience and help for the subsequent war would not allow the angry people to settle the matter.

Because of the voluntary surrender, as long as they gave up their original wealth and status, the Galactic Empire made a promise not to liquidate them and would not hold them accountable for their past affairs.

and provide them with protection.

Give them a new identity and let them go somewhere else to start a new life.

Some people denounced this as unfair, believing that the Galactic Empire harbored those criminals and should eliminate all evil.

But Bai Qi ignored this statement.

This is how the world works.

It is destined to be imperfect, full of flaws and irreparable regrets.

If all evil deeds are truly eliminated, it will cause huge panic among the supporters and the remaining opposition.

If you surrender, you will be liquidated and your whole family will be killed.

Is there any need to surrender?

The only ones to be liquidated are those families who refuse to surrender or even want to resist with force.

Project the will of the Galactic Empire into the systems controlled by the Blackstone Trade Chamber.

And promoting the Imperial Code in these galaxies to protect the interests of current and future mankind is already the limit of the Galactic Empire.

For the past, I can only say that I have nothing to do.

Some people may think that the empire should use thunderous means to eliminate those families.

But in that case, it would definitely cause a lot of damage to the Blackstone Joint Trade Chamber of Commerce factories.

thus delaying the galactic expedition.

The empire will never give up the salvation of more fellow humans for the so-called "justice" of some people.

News of the destruction of the Wallis family spread quickly.

The great power of the Galactic Empire, as well as its preferential treatment of the capitulation faction and the brutal liquidation of the resistance faction, frightened the remaining opposition families.

Surrender and lose only wealth and status.

But if you resist to the end, you will lose everything including your life.

The United Fleet lost, and now even the Wallis family lost.

The Wallis family is the number one family in the Blackstone Joint Trade Chamber of Commerce.

How could other families resist the Galactic Empire?

As for the proposal to join together, it was directly rejected.

What if when they united against the Galactic Empire, a traitor appeared among them.

Pack them up and sell them together.

Just to give him a certificate that allows him to exit the game with dignity, the end will be even more miserable.

At this time, Minor, the head of the Andelao family, provided Bai Qi with a very good suggestion.

The next day, Bai Qi sent a notice to all the opposition families.

"The first family to surrender can enjoy the same rights and interests as the supporting family, can hand over the power in an honorable manner, and receive the protection of the empire and the promise not to liquidate. The second family to surrender can enjoy half of the rights and interests and exit with dignity. Chance."

The already fragile alliance collapsed completely under such an announcement.

Those families rushed to send envoys, trying to win the first place.

The opposition coalition fell apart.

After the last family submitted the agreement to merge into the Galactic Empire.

The Blackstone Joint Trade Chamber of Commerce was absorbed into the system of the Galactic Empire.

Bai Qi will stay here for a while.

Recruit enough soldiers and warships to defeat the Sith Empire.

At the same time, we maintain the rule of the Galactic Empire and use powerful force to pave the way for the Imperial Code and State Religion to ensure that they can be promoted.

People from the Empire Daily also began to take over the public opinion power of the Blackstone Joint Trade Chamber of Commerce.

It is expected that it will only take one generation for the people under the Blackstone Trade Chamber of Commerce to recognize the Holy Emperor and the Empire.

Qin Zheng on the other side of the galaxy is also paying attention to Bai Qi's actions.

When the entire Blackstone Trade Chamber was conquered and incorporated into the Galactic Empire

Qin Zheng's power expanded again.

The warp storm that obscured the entire galaxy and plunged the stars into darkness showed signs of weakening due to his power.

After gaining the population of the Blackstone Joint Trade Chamber of Commerce, the fire grew again, towering into the clouds, and blazing flames could be seen wherever the eye could see.

When Qin Zheng turned his gaze to the subspace, countless light spots flickered in his eyes.

Every bright point of light is a planet inhabited by humans.

After the fire was strengthened, Qin Zheng no longer needed to search for human colonies in the dark as before, nor did he need to work so hard to lock the coordinates of the planet in the eternal night.

Now, some human planets appear in his spiritual vision at a glance.

The Galactic Empire can conquer the stars faster and reshape the order of the galaxy.

Just activate the six lighthouses scattered across the galaxy.

Restore the continuity of space and time.

The bright stars will once again appear in the night sky.

After the First Expeditionary Force left the Moore System.

He also conquered several worlds with declining technology.

Some choose to resist.

Some choose to surrender directly.

The First Expeditionary Force maintained its consistent practice of sending imperial personnel to the local area, abolishing the privileges of local nobles, promoting state religion and imperial code, and eradicating factors that may cause harm to the empire.

During the process of recovering these planets, Qin Zheng did not show up, but left it to the officials of the empire to deal with it.

He has been hiding in the core area of ​​​​the Inquisition, tinkering with his own psyker communication plan.

In order to ensure the success of this plan, Qin Zheng selected a group of psychics who were good at telepathy.

Different psykers have different focuses.

Good at elements, good at prophecy, good at telekinesis, good at soul.

A group of psykers who specialize in telepathy are the key to the psionic communication program.

Karen was also one of the chosen ones.

After training for more than ten days like everyone else, they were required to bathe, change clothes, and put on ceremonial robes.

He didn't know what was going to happen next.

During this time, he only heard some snippets.

The Holy Emperor is trying to establish a communication through time and space.

This ensures that every fleet in the empire can complete inter-galactic calls, exchange information, and ensure the smooth progress of the galactic expedition.

Communication at this stage is too cumbersome.

A messenger is required to take the ship to the target system.

Give the information to the other person.

Then bring the other party's information back.

It's a bit like the stupid method adopted when humans have not yet entered the industrial age and discovered electromagnetic waves.

It's nothing more than replacing the horse with a subspace ship.

Electromagnets travel at the speed of light.

It allows humans across the planet to exchange information conveniently.

But in the vast galaxy, the speed of light is a very weak speed.

The distance between two different galaxies is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Don't take into account attenuation, obstacles along the way, stardust and the like.

Even light takes months, even years, to travel the distance between two galaxies.

It will take months or years to bring the other party's information back.

It would be faster to directly drive a subspace spacecraft to convey the message.

When the route is stable, a few days is enough to make a round trip.

Communication efficiency is the key to determining the survival of a regime.

The Human Alliance relies on supermembrane communication, which can also be said to be string communication.

But this communication facility is too large.

Expensive.

Can only be used for official communication between systems.

Once the fleet sails far away, it will become very inconvenient and unable to exchange information in a timely manner.

Psychic communication is an effective complement to transmembrane communication.

The core area of ​​the Holy Tribulation.

A group of people were arranged in a vast hall.

There was confusion and confusion on their faces.

"What do they want us to do?"

asked the man next to Karen.

"I don't know." Karen shook his head, "I was also chosen."

Several people who formed the team with Miliya at the beginning all have good positions.

Karen also originally served as an officer in the psychic force.

Who knew that one day, he would be told that he was chosen.

The original position was handed over to another person with lightning speed.

Not understanding the situation, he was sent to the depths of the Holy Inquisition.

Start learning various techniques for using telepathy to connect with others.

At the same time, he was asked to swear an oath to the Holy Emperor that he would sacrifice everything for humanity, the empire, and the Holy Emperor.

He is not alone.

Because he was not the only one chosen.

But hundreds.

They all come from different backgrounds.

The only characteristic is that they all possess psychic powers.

After studying for more than ten days, they were asked to wash their bodies, put on white robes, and wait for the final purification ceremony.

"what happened?"

"I don't know either. I just heard that we want to engage in psychic communication."

“There’s no air leakage up there.”

While those people were discussing, several guards walked in from the direction of the gate.

They wore golden armor and carried halberds.

The tall figure just standing there gave people a huge sense of oppression.

"This way, all those who are prepared, this way."

One of the guards spoke in a low and powerful voice.

Karen and his party moved forward under the supervision of the guards.

Their footsteps echoed in the slightly dim corridor.

Lumens at regular intervals dragged their shadows long.

At the end of the corridor is a huge golden arch.

Nine guards stood there, fully armed.

Their eyes were sharp, like knives.

We must dissect everyone who wants to meet the Holy Emperor and see clearly the evil and cruel thoughts and souls.

"Are they them?" asked a guard standing in front of the golden arch.

The guard who brought Karen and others nodded.

"Your Majesty, are you ready?"

"Everything is ready."

"Then let them in."

"Open the door."

The roar of jets of high-pressure gas resounded within the walls.

The golden arches slowly opened.

A bright light enveloped the entire room.

The roar of machinery rang in everyone's ears.

"Go in." A guard said: "Go forward, don't look up."

Karen and others walked in.

The intense light forced him to lower his head.

They can only feel their way forward.

The terrible glare blinded them.

Can't see anything at all.

After a while, his eyes adjusted a little.

He vaguely saw the sun emitting golden flames on a huge high platform.

A figure sits in the sun.

Karen wanted to see more clearly.

But he was caught by a mechanical hand.

"Don't look around and sit down."

A hoarse voice sounded in Karen's ears.

He was pressed down on a smooth metal chair and his limbs were immobilized.

A special spherical helmet was placed on the head.

After being put on the helmet, Karen felt much better.

The terrible glare was blocked by the helmet.

"The first candidates are ready."

"Prepare for the binding ceremony."

"Activate their helmets and get ready to go."

Their voices rang in Karen's ears.

But his vision was blocked by the helmet and he couldn't see anything.

The helmet buzzed.

His soul resonated, and the Supreme Heaven opened its arms to him.

"Is this a psychic instrument?" Karen thought in her mind.

His soul and thoughts were controlled by the machine uncontrollably and were thrown into the highest heaven.

The next second, Karen screamed.

The same goes for other psykers.

They did not enter the violent, chaotic, and incomprehensible supreme heaven as before.

Instead, he was thrown into a sun burning with golden flames

Indescribable pain instantly filled their bodies.

From soul to flesh and blood, there was burning pain everywhere.

It's like being burned in a burning flame.

Karen could hear every cell screaming.

This is indeed a psychic machine, but its purpose is not to allow Karen and others to travel in the subspace, but to bind them to the will of the Holy Emperor.

Karen thought he was dead.

That kind of torture is not acceptable to ordinary people.

His soul would burn to ashes in the sun, and his flesh would dissipate in the Warp.

But after a while, the pain disappeared.

Instead, there is a sense of nourishment that comes from dead trees.

The withered body was nourished by the rain and dew.

Let them recover from the torture just now.

Warm, as if being illuminated by the sun.

The pain of the soul, the sorrow are gone.

They found peace.

When a candidate passes the critical point, the power of the Holy Emperor no longer harms them, but rather nourishes them.

"Take the losers out, send them to treatment first, and let those who succeed register."

Several mechanical hands reached over and opened the restraining device that fixed Karen.

Karen looked in that direction.

He saw a vague figure equipped with mechanical prosthetics.

The other party was silent and did not speak.

But he was able to hear what the other person was saying.

"A lucky man, he succeeded and received unlimited blessings."

Wait for the other person to take off his helmet.

Karen just discovered something.

He had just seen the other person through the helmet.

"my eyes!"

Karen realized something.

He put his hand before his eyes.

But nothing can be seen.

He lost his eye.

"Congratulations, you have become a qualified spiritual messenger. You will become the most important pillar of the empire."

Several people congratulated him.

Karen could hear the envy in their hearts.

This mysterious purification ritual took away his eyes but enhanced his abilities.

Karen didn't know what to say.

If he knew that this so-called purification ceremony would cause him to lose his eyesight, he would definitely hesitate.

Even if he could obtain stronger power, he would still hesitate.

"A total of forty successes and four hundred and sixty failures. The losers have been sent to treatment. They should be fine after a period of rest."

Next to the high platform, Technical Director Morton was reporting the results of the psychic communication project to the Holy Emperor.

"The success rate is not even %, which is really frustrating."

This result frustrated Qin Zheng.

This special soul-binding machine was created by him using the knowledge of the Human Alliance and his own insights.

I thought there would be at least a 30% chance of binding the candidates, making them the foundation of the psychic communication plan.

It seems that further adjustments are needed.

Qin Zheng stood up from the throne and walked off the platform.

Those who had completed the purification ceremony were also helped over.

Most of their pupils had turned gray-white, as if they had been burned by fire.

There are also a few lucky people who have no problems and can still see normally.

"I'm sorry to make you undergo this painful purification, but there is nothing I can do. The subspace is too terrifying, and I must ensure that you can fight against the evil of the subspace, and that the message you convey is accurate and will not be distorted by the creatures of the subspace."

Qin Zheng's words were very sincere, which made Karen feel a little guilty inexplicably.

It was as if the blind person was not him, but the Holy Emperor.

"It is our honor to serve you, Your Majesty." One person said: "There is no need to apologize for this, but when we chose to participate in the Galaxy Expedition, we were already prepared to sacrifice."

"Go and rest first. For those who are blind, I will notify the doctor to implant the best mechanical prosthetic eyes for you." Qin Zheng said.

Karen and others were taken down by medical staff.

After they left, Qin Zheng began to inspect the throne.

Want to see where the problem is.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with your machine."

Xu Fu walked out of the darkness.

He saw Qin Zheng's masterpiece.

To be honest, this guy is a lunatic.

Binds telepaths to themselves, allowing them to communicate across the stars at faster than light speeds.

Xu Fu didn't know how to describe such a thing! !

The only feeling is madness.

He felt that Qin Zheng had no respect for subspace.

"Then what's the problem?" Qin Zheng asked directly without turning around.

"This machine of yours was designed before, but your power is much stronger than before. Those people couldn't bear it at all, so they were blinded." Xu Fu said, "To be honest, I'm curious about what you are. ?? Why is your power growing so fast? There is no need to practice, comprehend, or strengthen, but your power keeps growing!!"

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