Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

The Dao Palace, the meeting hall, the magnificent venue like the ancient Roman Coliseum, which could accommodate 100,000 people, had less than 500 people sitting in it.
But the aura released by these people filled the entire space as if there were a million people.

In the center of the venue, when the door of the conference room was pushed open, the middle-aged vampire, the dragon king Baal, and the old minotaur Baal pushed the door and walked in.

A group of dark archbishops, blood princes, orc commanders and other dark races' parliamentarians all cast gloating glances at him.

Lucien, the chairman of the Dark Council and the chief of the werewolf clan, stood in front of the podium in the conference room, quietly looking at the three people at the door.

When the adult in the center of the venue looked over, the old minotaur Bloodhorn bent down, gave him a flattering smile, and took two steps back without leaving a trace.

With just one glance, the two of them saw in their minds a dark phantom of a demon god that was about a hundred meters tall and looked like a howling moon wolf, smashing down on them.

Obviously, this attack only existed in their minds, but the two of them were directly blown away more than ten meters, and heavily smashed on the wall engraved with countless runes and prohibitions, and blood spurted out from the pores of their bodies like waste water.

Lucien simply glanced at the two and ignored them. He nodded to the hundreds of Dark Council members who were already seated.

"Are all the people here? Forget it, we won't wait for those who haven't arrived yet. Let's start the meeting!"

Lucien waved his hand, and a light screen of several hundred meters appeared in front of him. Planets were rotating on the screen. Most of the planets were in the midst of war, and yellow-green smoke surrounded them.

Alien monsters and orc legions of various races, which looked even more terrifying than these dark creatures, were fighting each other all over the place.

In the dark green dimension gate, monsters loyal to the four vendors and the human empire rebels continued to pour out -

Similarly, the huge fleet belonging to the Dark Council is continuously transporting orc soldiers of various races to various battlefields.

The Necrons pulled the trigger of their Gauss weapons, and the green Gauss rays seemed to be able to melt everything. The overwhelming army of gargoyles and golems rushed towards these undead Necrons like a tide, riding the Gauss rays.

Thousands of undead wizards in black robes had green flames burning in their eyes. They looked at these Necrons as if they were seeing perfect creations. They held up bone staffs and chanted ancient necromancy spells to these Necrons.

In the warp, hundreds of thousands of large warships appeared in the sky. The warships from the Heavenly Court and the fleets of the Necrons, the Human Empire, and the Imperial Rebel Army launched a series of brilliant space battles in the warp.

Deeper in the subspace, brilliant humanoid and beast shadows set off an endless energy frenzy—

On the light screen, it seemed as if all the life planets in the entire galaxy were burning with war, and the air was filled with smoke.

The intensity and scale of the battle were so great that all the dark creatures in the Taoist Palace were horrified and cried out in surprise.

"I think you've all heard about it!" Lucien crossed his arms and looked around the venue: "Yes, the Heavenly Court will form 28 affiliated legions this time, and the Dark Council will have 12 legions!"

As soon as Lucien said this, all the dark creatures in the entire Taoist Palace venue could no longer sit still, and some of them even had green light in their eyes.

After a few dry coughs, Lucien looked at the quiet meeting room and said, "I will not interfere with the number of vacancies for these twelve legions.
Since this war has been decided, the twelve races with the most military achievements in this war will automatically become vassal races of the Heavenly Court! They will become the Heavenly Court's recruiting grounds!"

Vassal, this word doesn't sound nice!

But look at the status of the major ethnic groups that have truly submitted to Heaven in Heaven.

The Transformers of Cybertron have now become the guardian gods and gatekeepers of various departments and offices in Heaven, and all of them are in the regular organization of Heaven.

The Cybertron family even has the exclusive right to develop a universe.

The Iron Blood Warrior clan, these Iron Blood Warriors who are keen on hunting and killing are the royal scouts used by the various departments of the Heavenly Court to conquer various worlds.

The Otsutsuki clan, due to their special "talent for planting trees", although they failed to become a vassal race directly under the Heavenly Court, they were able to live a prosperous life because they continued to supply the "fruits of the sacred tree" to the Heavenly Medicine Palace and the Samsara Palace.

Among the countless races in the world of reincarnation, which one does not have red eyes of envy for their direct vassals, wishing to have a chance to become one of them.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall was suddenly filled with excitement and noise, with everyone discussing how to quickly transport troops there.

They wished they could throw all the newly born cubs from their own family groups in the reincarnation world into the battlefield, just to increase their military merits.

There is no doubt that what Lucien promised to these dark creatures has aroused the strongest greed and ambition in their hearts.

Especially the elders and councilors of the orc tribe, they were clamoring to take the lead.

The atmosphere in the Dao Palace venue reached its peak for a moment, and when they came back to their senses from the heated discussion, Lucien on the podium had disappeared without a trace.

The clan leaders and dark councillors of each clan left the Taoist Palace one after another and returned to their clan territories with great enthusiasm to reorganize the army. They wanted to send their clan’s army to the battlefield before their opponents.

In the next three days, the various groups in the Dark Council purchased a large number of weapons, warships, magic tools, and elixirs...

The weapon trading prices in the entire Samsara Palace, Tiangong Palace, and even some technological-oriented Samsara worlds increased by 3 percent due to their crazy buying spree.

It's not just the price of weapons. Because each dark race is recruiting manpower and members, and due to so many years of development, many dark tribes have already spread across various planets and even various universes.

Take the planets where the minotaurs live, for example. In the three minotaurs’ homelands, there are more than 2,000 teleportation arrays built, the largest of which covers hundreds of square kilometers.

The smallest one has an area of ​​40 to 50 square kilometers. The teleportation array is made up of countless beautifully carved space crystals.

These blue space crystals carved into huge magic runes were suspended in the air, occasionally bursting out with a strong light. After each burst of strong light, more than one million elite minotaurs were teleported over.

More than 30,000 Tauren warriors were standing in front of these teleportation arrays, carrying baskets on their backs. Their task was simple, which was to replace the old space crystals with new ones when the energy of these space crystals was exhausted.

In the Warhammer world, the hazy star field, the subspace, a dozen thumb-sized stars shine,

They were actually Dictator-class battleships built during the Great Crusade and worthy of being melted down as scrap metal. They were struggling to fly forward.

The tail nozzle of the ship sprayed a faint blue flame, the flame was strong and weak at times, trembling, like the breathing of a dying person. There was a feeling of being out of breath.

From time to time, a cloud of red smoke accompanied by small fragments would be emitted. This was because a boiler in the engine unit had exploded again.

On these shabby warships that seemed like they could disintegrate at any time, there were more than a dozen Imperial Storm Troopers stationed.
All officers and soldiers were fully armed, wearing a full set of Baroque armor made of plastagold and ceramic steel, almost covering the entire body, and holding heat-shooting laser guns that could ignite enemy fortresses. They each closed their doors and concentrated, seizing this rare rest time. The empire would always have endless wars to fight, and only on the spacecraft could they have a rare moment of peace.

The soldiers and crew members who were still on duty were busy taking care of their weapons. They used all the tools they could find to wipe every inch of the cannon clean and bright.

The dark cabin corridor was lined with closed doors on both sides.

This is the residence of senior officers, and behind the door is the officers' spacious personal space.

At this moment, behind a door, the alloy guard plate on the porthole was pulled up, and Tartasis stood in front of the porthole, looking at the world outside the battleship.

In the turbulent subspace, countless huge waves rolled, constantly washing the imperial fleet where he was currently.

In the past, such rash actions of looking into the subspace would never be allowed.

Even just a glance could attract many terrifying creatures from the subspace.

Compared with these beings, his level of psychic power is no different from that of an ant in their eyes. Even the entire fleet is just a few large bugs in their eyes.

There are all kinds of powerful beings in the galaxy, from the Necrons whose technology is powerful enough to change the rules of physics to the Necrons who are basically impossible to kill.

There are many powerful evil gods in the subspace, each of which is powerful enough to change the physical universe at will.

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For them, extinguishing a star is just a casual act after dinner.

Tartasis stared at the warp outside the porthole without any expression on his face.

In the past, every time the fleet traveled through the warp, it was always very cautious, for fear of being targeted by the terrifying creatures in the warp.

But now these horrific existences seemed to have disappeared, and the entire subspace was so calm that it was almost eerie.

Tartasis knew the reason. Those horrible beings had now also become prey. Just as they turned their sights to humans and regarded humans as prey, they were also targeted.

In the eyes of those powerful outsiders, these powerful Chaos Aliens are as weak as insects, so weak that they even take the initiative to negotiate peace with humans.

You know, even when those powerful Tyranids invaded the galaxy, these evil Chaos aliens were not as frightened as they are now.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the psychic energy running wild in his body, Tartasis knew that he couldn't think about it any longer.
Otherwise, he would become a part of the Warp like his colleagues who, upon learning of the peace talks between the Empire and the Rebels, fell into self-awareness failure, psychic rampage, and finally exploded.

"Glory to the Emperor!"

After an unknown amount of time, Tartasis suddenly stood up and strode out of the lounge.

On the border where the Emperor's Star Torch can illuminate, in a certain hive world, smoke filled the entire continent and the world was in darkness.

The roar of the greenskins resounded through the sky. Thirty years ago, these greenskins occupied this planet with their numerical advantage, but now these greenskins are like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
From the time the enemy launched the attack to the complete collapse of the entire planet's defenses, all this happened in just two hours.

Almost at the same time as the enemy launched the attack, nearly ten million greenskins on the planet were killed and their armor and weapons were abandoned, with rivers of blood flowing.

As one of the few races in the Warhammer universe that can compete with the Tyranids, the green-skinned orcs possess a strong physique and tenacious vitality.

These greenskins who can reproduce through spores are the nightmare of many galactic civilizations. However, even these powerful greenskins have finally encountered their enemies.

They were facing a coalition of three million people from various ethnic groups from the Dark Council's defense company.
More than one hundred dark warships of the defense company broke through the atmosphere of the planet with almost no decent resistance, and forced their way through the ground's anti-aircraft firepower in an almost desperate manner.

The ground-based anti-aircraft firepower simply could not penetrate the thick energy shields of the dark fleets.

The radar fire on the warships locked onto the enemy almost the moment the ground fire was opened. In just sixty seconds, more than one hundred warships used their main guns to destroy the entire ground anti-aircraft firepower.

Behind these warships were more than three hundred large transport ships, swaying their huge bodies and slowly gliding into the atmosphere.

The hatches of the cabin opened one by one, countless parachutes bloomed in the air, and a large number of tanks and soldiers parachuted from the altitude, like a dark cloud approaching the earth.

About 30,000 unmanned high-altitude, high-speed fighters rushed into the planet, and the destructive rain of bullets covered a large area of ​​green tide.

Dense tactical hydrogen bombs fell like raindrops, blasting these green-skinned people so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads.

A four-meter-tall minotaur warrior wearing heavy armor, holding a door-sized alloy battle axe in one hand and a pulse weapon nicknamed the Pulse King by the reincarnation warriors in the other, jumped down from a thousand-meter altitude.

Just kneeling on one knee was enough to relieve the impact of landing. More than 30,000 Tauren warriors lined up on the battlefield. The Pipeline King, who could sweep through a ten-meter thick alloy steel plate in one second and cut a destroyer in half, opened fire at full power.

Under such powerful and intensive firepower, those greenskins fell to the ground like green silage under a harvester.

Back to the fleet on the star orbit in outer space, the main and secondary guns kept humming, and every shot caused destruction within a hundred miles, bringing the blessing of His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven to these greenskins.

More than 50,000 elite warriors from the werewolf clan and nearly 100,000 alien giant wolves they brought launched an attack on the greenskins on the other side almost at the same time.

The giant wolf, which was over five meters long, lightly jumped down from a thousand-meter altitude to the ground.

They ran silently on the ground, and their bodies turned into blurry and hazy afterimages that passed across the earth.

Their claws can tear through the hardest alloys, their teeth can easily bite through the main armor of a main battle tank, and their mouths can spew out energy balls that are as powerful as heavy aerial bombs.

These giant wolves, jointly bred by Osborn Biological Corporation and the werewolf clan, are killing weapons born for killing.

When these giant wolves charged into the greenskin tide, dull "puff" sounds were heard continuously. The greenskins were torn into several pieces by the giant wolves' sharp claws. The heads and limbs of the greenskins were blown into the sky by the blood pressure.
Bright red blood spurted far away as the sharp claws swung. The greenskins howled angrily, their fingers tightly pulling the trigger, but they couldn't even see the figures of the giant wolves.

In just one encounter, hundreds of thousands of greenskins were slaughtered by these biochemical giant wolves.

(End of this chapter)