Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

"Do you think my subordinates can take over your entire empire within ten days?"

In the Holy Terra Glory Square, amidst a crowd of people hurrying by, two people were strolling leisurely in the square, stopping from time to time to admire the magnificent sculpture of the Emperor.

The emperor in the sculpture is a giant, wearing golden armor, with brown hair, a square chin, and an angelic golden halo on his head, looking extremely majestic.

Not like it! Tang Song looked at the golden statue of the giant and said with a click of his tongue.

It’s not that he has any prejudice against the emperor, but compared with the long-haired man in gorgeous robes next to him, the big guy in the statue has a chin that is undoubtedly too square.

If it were any fatter, it would look like Pete’s testicle chin!
"The look in your eyes tells me that you are thinking of something very rude!"

The man's face gave people a very strange feeling, both young and old, or in other words, he had the face of a young man but gave people an extremely vicissitudes of life feeling.

There was always a calmness in his brown eyes. Even though the person standing in front of him was the culprit who was about to destroy the empire he had built, he still talked to Tang Song very calmly.

There are many creatures in this universe who make deals with the Chaos Gods, but only the one in front of him has successfully toyed with the four evil gods: Slaanesh, Tzeentch, Khorne and Nurgle.

Of course, he also paid a price for this. The four peddlers tempted and controlled Horus to counterattack, successfully making the emperor of the empire sit on the golden throne for ten thousand years.

That’s right, walking side by side with Tang Song was none other than the founder and ruler of the empire, the most powerful human psychic ever.

After being mortally wounded during the interstellar civil war that Horus started, which spread across much of the galaxy, his badly damaged body was interred in the cybernetic life-support mechanisms of the mysterious device known as the Golden Throne.

As a result of this horrible fate, the Emperor was unable to interact with others on a daily basis, and left the basic governance of his Empire to the Imperial Senate, an oligarchic ruling council composed of the most powerful noble lords and experts.

He did not escape to the Warp as Lion said, but remained in Holy Tyranid.

It's just that his condition is very bad. He sits on the golden throne all year round and accepts thousands of soul sacrifices every day not because of maintaining his severely injured body.

But once he gets up, the last bit of his humanity will be gone.
Once humanity no longer exists, he will become a "god" more powerful than Slaanesh, Tzeentch, Khorne, and Nurgle!
"I just think that the statues you carved are too square and lack some roundness!" Tang Song touched his chin and commented.

The Emperor glanced at his statue, his expression unchanged, and said calmly: "These teachings and statues are just to give them some spiritual sustenance!"

The people of the Empire live in a galaxy where demons are real, mutations are frequent, and death is a constant companion.

Only when you really live here will you understand what a terrible and hostile place this universe is.

Here, you are just one of millions of people, and no matter how heroically you die, you will not be remembered.

In this cruel environment, having faith is often the main reason to ensure that the Space Marines can survive and not collapse.

A group of fully armed Astartes wearing power armor hurriedly walked past the two of them, seemingly completely ignoring the emperor they lofty in their hearts and Tang Song, the blasphemer who was criticizing the emperor's statue.

"It looks like your offspring is going to get serious!"

Tang Song looked around and saw that the entire Holy Terra was like an old, well-oiled war machine, completely unleashing its war potential with the dull sound of creaking.

Astra Militarum, Stormtroopers, the powerful Blood Angels, Grey Knights, companies and regiments of part-time Space Marines Astartes, and the Titans that terrify both the Greenskins and the Tyranids.
The Ultramarines Primarch, the Imperial Regent Roboute Guilliman, seemed to have taken out the Empire's most powerful weapon.

Unfortunately, without the Emperor to maintain the star routes, and with the Warp blocked, no matter how powerful these chapters were, they would not be able to cross hundreds or thousands of light years in a short period of time and quickly reach another planet.

The Empire is the largest and currently the most powerful political entity in the galaxy, consisting of at least a million human-settled worlds spread across much of the galaxy.

Thus, an Imperial planet might be hundreds or even thousands of light years away from its nearest neighbors.

For thousands of years, the reason why the empire was on the verge of collapse but did not flee was because this being with almost infinite psychic power maintained the empire's traffic and transportation routes with the power of thousands of soul sacrifices every day.

The fragility of this connection is horrifying, which is why the Senate keeps many imperial documents to itself and does not issue them. The Empire simply does not have so many resources and manpower to waste on a single planet.

As an interstellar empire, the size of an empire cannot be measured by the area of ​​its territory, but only by the number of planetary systems it controls.

However, most humans in the galaxy have little day-to-day contact with the Imperial government.

Unless they serve in one of the departments or come into conflict with their various protectors, such as the Inquisition or the Tribunal.

The Empire was primarily an interstellar tribute empire, allowing its member worlds a large degree of self-government,
As long as they recognized the authority of the emperor and his servants and supported the state religion, the Imperial Cult, which held that the emperor was the only, true human god.

The standard for judging whether there is rebellion on this planet is also very simple: tithe tax!
If a planet fails to pay the tithe, the Imperial Senate will automatically classify the planet as rebellious. At that time, the Astartes will arrive and launch a purge, or the entire planet will disappear from the galaxy.

But once the warp is blocked and the Empire's transportation is cut off, no matter how powerful the Imperial Legion is or how invincible the Titan Chapter is, it will be useless.

Facing Tang Song's question, the Emperor was as calm as an outsider: "Ten days is not enough. With millions of civilized planets and the number of dark aliens, it will take at least two hundred years!"

Tang Song looked at the emperor and paused for a moment: "You don't seem angry!"

The emperor looked at Tang Song strangely. It was as if he was looking at a big resentful person.

“The Empire has many enemies, Chaos Gods, Greenskins, Tyranids, and countless alien races. I once hoped that this situation could change in the future!
But think about it, it's not bad to find a savior from outside the world, at least you are also human beings, and a more pure human race!"

Purebred, Tang Song didn't like this word. He looked at the emperor suspiciously and said, "Since you want to cooperate, why did you join forces with the four vendors to attack Kane!"

The emperor's eyes were calm: "He is not strong enough. If he can't even withstand this attack, he can't save the empire!" He then added:
"In this world, there are many Chaos Gods who are more powerful than Slaanesh and Khorne!"

Listening to the emperor's words, Tang Song was speechless. They didn't expect that they would be tricked by this big golden guy.

This galaxy is home to all kinds of powerful beings, not to mention the Necrons whose technology is so advanced that they can change the laws of physics.

Just talking about the star gods and ancient saints who once ruled the entire galaxy, they were able to treat the galaxy as their own back garden, destroying and reshaping it at will.

Although they did not come from the warp, they are the well-deserved gods of the world to other races.

There are many powerful evil gods in the subspace, each of whom is powerful enough to destroy stars and recreate the world at will.

The so-called Milky Way is really just a river in their eyes.

In the eyes of the Emperor, Kane is very powerful, but not powerful enough to protect the entire human empire.

He needed to find a more powerful successor, someone who could pull the entire empire out of the cesspool.

Therefore, he deliberately attacked the "guest" from outside the universe.

As expected, he succeeded! The Emperor looked up at the blood mist outside the Milky Way, which symbolized destruction. The Tyranids, who had terrified the entire universe and all civilizations, had completely disappeared in the universe.

"As compensation, I can give up the empire and let you manage it!" The emperor spread out his palm, and in the broad palm was a sphere wrapped in spiritual energy, and countless souls could be vaguely seen floating inside.

"These are the souls of the soldiers who died on those warships. I will ask the Institute of Science and Technology to build a suitable body for them!"

Tang Song's eyes fell on the sphere. He stretched out his hand and pointed. A clear light fell on the psychic ball, and the sphere filled with psychic energy instantly dissipated.

That clear light differentiated into strands of warm, peaceful, and vibrant light, enveloping those souls.
Auspicious clouds and clear light circulated around these soul bodies, forming golden lotus seeds.

Then, countless golden dots of light appeared on the entire square, and then jade-white stems grew out one after another.

Then, golden light flashed, and golden lotuses and green leaves appeared on the sea surface.

When the basin-sized flower buds bloomed, naked men jumped out of them one after another. After covering their bodies and saluting towards Tang Song with their bare buttocks, they jumped into the space door that opened in front of them.

The Emperor looked at this fantastic scene. Even though he was the most powerful psychic in the universe, a gleam of light shone in his calm eyes at this moment: "Is this the power from outside the universe?"

"The period is ten days. If the Dark Council can take over Holy Terra within ten days, you will serve as Kane's deputy general. If the Dark Council cannot take over Holy Terra within ten days, you and Kane will have to solve the problem yourselves. I will not get involved!"

With Tang Song's current level of cultivation, let alone the Emperor incarnated as the God of Chaos, even if all the evil spirits, gods, and aliens in the universe came together, he could suppress them with just a flip of his hand.

After all, the chaos in this world is not the real Chaos Sea.

After showing off to the Emperor, Tang Song left the big golden guy behind, and he and Ryan transformed into two street urchins and wandered around Holy Terra.

After experiencing countless tragic wars, the earth has long since become a cyberpunk ruin, with statues of the emperor and churches everywhere.

Shops that provide mechanical modifications, gun shops that openly sell bolters and modified weapons, churches and monasteries that display the Emperor's Gospel.

Perhaps it was because during the war, there were many Space Marines Astartes armed with bolters and chainswords.

In a small alley, Tang Song and Ryan found a fly-in-the-wall restaurant with a thousand-year-old name. The owner, who had no less than ten mechanically modified prosthetic limbs on his body, quickly brought two bowls of hot vegetarian noodles.

"Do you want me to gather some more people? It will be difficult to take this place with the Dark Council alone!"

Tang Song told Ryan about the bet between him and the emperor. Ryan spoke to Tang Song while eating noodles.

Tang Song stretched out his hand and grabbed a purple garlic from the world of gourmet food. He peeled a few cloves and handed them to Ryan: "Would you like two cloves?"

Ryan shook his head and rejected Tang Song's kindness: "I can't get used to this taste!" Tang Song then started eating the garlic and noodles by himself:
"No, we've already agreed that this time we're just here to relax and travel, don't worry about anything else.
As for the bet, it doesn't matter if I lose. You know Kane's temper. He probably wants to have a good fight with this big golden guy."

Ryan thought about it and nodded. Based on his understanding of Kane, this was indeed true.

After eating the noodles, Tang Song and Ryan, the Archon of Heaven who had a rare moment of free time, took a good stroll around the planet Terra.

After thousands of years, the buildings and cities here no longer have any traces of the Earth. At least Tang Song and Ryan went to the ancient New York. Apart from the similar ocean, there was nothing familiar about it.

Just when Tang Song and Ryan transformed into Terra Street Slickers, the various ethnic groups of the Dark Council, which received the final ten-day order, fell completely crazy.

They only have ten days to achieve success in the war. Even though the various dark tribes have captured more than 8,000 life planets in one go during this period, it is still a small loss compared to the human empire that occupies a million stars.

This number is undoubtedly pitifully small. Waves of dark legions are still pouring into this world, and at an increasingly faster speed.

But the Human Empire is no match for the Imperial rebels in the Eye of Terror. The preaching of the Holy See is very successful, and the civilians here are likely to become loyal supporters of Heaven in the future.

Unless the Heavenly Court issues an extermination order, no dark group dares to use star-destroying weapons easily, unless that planet must use star-destroying weapons.

As the Empire reacted to the Dark Council's lightning attack, it lost its surprise attack.
All the hive cities on the empire's planets were preparing for war. Due to the long-term war, the standing military forces of these planets were extremely abundant. Even without the imperial reinforcements, some planets still caused the Dark Council a lot of trouble.

Just like the planet of Catachan, before setting foot on this planet, a clan of the secret party in the blood race dispatched 30 million vassal troops, 20,000 warships, and millions of fighter planes, trying to capture the planet within one day.

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But no one told them before they came that this damn place was actually the most dangerous place besides the Warp and Comoros.

Needless to say, the former is the lair of the dark elves. The dark elves in the Warhammer world are not the dark elves in the Marvel world or the world of the Abyss.

Contrary to the beautiful fantasy that most people have about the elves, the Dark Elves in the Warhammer world are more cruel and cold-blooded than their counterparts in the Abyss world.

They particularly like to plunder, enslave and kill other races. Their fleets plunder slaves on various planets.

Slaves captured by the dark elves not only have to endure labor exploitation, but are also often subjected to extremely cruel torture. If a female falls into the hands of a goblin, she will be raped to death at best.

If they fall into the hands of these dark elves, they will rape and eat the captives alive.

For such a brutal race, one can imagine how dangerous their nests are.

The planet Catachan is ranked second only to Comoros. When the vampire warships jumped out of the subspace and arrived at Catachan, they were not intercepted by the expected planetary defense forces. Or perhaps, there was no planetary defense force in this damn place at all.

Catachan does not need a planetary defense system. Its ecological environment is the best planetary defense system.

The Tyranids and Greenskins would take a detour when they saw it.

Once upon a time, a Khorne warband bravely launched an attack on Catachan after the Great Rift opened, but they were all turned into fertilizer for the jungle. The bloodletters who participated in the invasion became insane due to witnessing too many horrible scenes.
When the warships entered the atmosphere and 30 million fully armed vampire servants launched a ground attack, they realized the horror of this hellhole.

This planet is like a mix of the Amazon rainforest + Skull Island + the early Cretaceous period, from the smallest mite to the largest Catachan demon,
Every species on this planet, whether plants, animals, or bacteria, poses a deadly threat to humans.

Every creature on Catachan is either poisonous, cannibalistic, or both.

Plants are no exception. A small tree that looks ordinary can shoot its leaves several meters away. Once touched by its leaves, sharp tendrils will extend from inside and pierce into the prey's body and drill all the way into the spine and brain to completely control the prey's body.

Just this plant called lobe caused the loss of more than two thousand people among the vampire vassal army.

The vine-like breathing grass clings to the tree trunk. Once an organism passes by, the breathing grass will dissolve into a cloud of spores that will drift away with the wind. Once the spores fall into the host's mouth,

It will take root on the host's tongue like a fish louse and frantically absorb nutrients while producing more spores until the host's tongue completely atrophies and is replaced by a mass of spores.

Once the host dies, the pseudoglossus dissolves itself and releases the spores.

By the time the servant army that passed by the parasitic plant noticed it, only less than a thousand of the 6,000 servant troops were left dead.

There is also a spore tree that is very similar to this parasite, with branches full of hanging flowers.
When something moves nearby, these flowers will emit extremely dense clouds of spores, which often suffocate passing creatures and become fertilizer under the roots of the tree.

This kind of plant is extremely easy to deal with. After the vassal army suffered a loss once, a few waves of firepower were enough to wipe out all the spore trees.

"stop!"

A team of fully armed blood clan servants marched through the dense jungle, their bodies wrapped in closed and tight combat armor, holding high-energy assault rifles in their hands.

The leading commander suddenly raised his hand and made a tactical gesture, with his thumb quietly pointing upwards.

The dozens of men behind him pointed their guns upwards at the same time.

“Swish, swish, swish, swish—”

A dense rain of light beams shot towards the commander's head, and the big tree with strange suction cups began to twist as if it were a living thing, but was soon turned into a pile of charcoal by the dense rain of light beams.

The vampire commander stepped forward to examine the remains of the tree, then turned on the personal terminal on his arm to identify the tree's information.

Soon, an electronic prompt came into his communication channel: "Sucker Tree, biological specimens have been collected!"

The vampire commander looked through his mask at the woods in front of him. The woods were full of plants with strange suckers. A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He waved his hand to signal everyone to retreat, and then sought fire support without hesitation.

"Team No. 6709632540, requesting a round of fire support, support level D! Ten kilometers ahead of the team, covering the strike!"

Less than a minute after the commander called for fire support, a silver-gray space fighter with a swift shape quickly flew over the area and dropped a tactical hydrogen bomb accurately into the dense jungle.

"boom!"

Another mushroom cloud rose from the surface of the planet. This was the hundreds of mushrooms that the fleet had planted on this planet.

Ten kilometers of sucker trees, along with the strangler vines and man-catching grass hidden in them, were all reduced to ashes under the high temperature of thousands of degrees.

The team continued on their journey while the smoke from the hydrogen bomb had not yet dissipated. The space armor they wore was enough to cope with various high and low temperature environments, and had its own air filtration system to resist most cosmic rays.

After suffering casualties from the spore trees, all 20 million vassal troops participating in the landing operation were equipped with this type of power armor.

This type of power armor is enough to deal with most of the animals and plants on this planet. Of course, there are some strange animals and plants that even this fully enclosed armor cannot protect against.

It was a big, silly-looking toad, and it exploded when it was startled by a vassal army.

It exploded into a rolling cloud of poison, instantly killing all living things within a one-kilometer radius, including a 300-man army of minions.

You should know that there were more than a dozen baron-level vampires among them, and they were wearing fully enclosed combat armor. But even so, they were killed the moment they came into contact with the poisonous cloud, and even their corpses were liquefied.

This kind of power, this kind of toxin, in order to collect biological samples of this giant toad, the vampires lost more than 30,000 vassal soldiers and lower-level vampires.

Dozens of earl-level vampires were completely dissolved in the venom, and two vampire marquises were severely injured.

But the result was naturally good. Not only did they obtain biological samples and venom samples of this giant toad, but they also sealed a living giant toad.

I believe that the biologists in the Tianyi Temple will be very interested in this toad.

In ten days, not only did this clan of vampires fail to leave Catachan, but they also lost nearly one-tenth of their 30 million vassal troops on the planet.

Most of them died tragically due to encountering various strange animals and plants because they did not understand the specific conditions of this planet. Some of them died in battles with Catachan soldiers.

The soldiers on this planet are comparable to Terminators. Just imagine the humans living on this planet.

About half of the children will be eaten by some local creature before the age of three; half of the survivors will be eaten by some local creature before the age of ten.

Compared to them, the Spartan soldiers seemed to be living in heaven. Those who could survive to adulthood in such an environment were the top jungle warriors.

At the beginning, Catachan was also one of the few planets that was able to completely wipe out the Tzeentchian army on its own after being invaded by the Tzeentchian army.

When the Imperial support fleet arrived at Catachan, they found that the locals had already chopped the invaders into small pieces. The Indomitable Expeditionary Force instead received a large amount of fuel and personnel supplies.
It’s time to continue on my journey to save other weak worlds.

Faced with such a harsh environment and these elite Catachan jungle warriors, this vampire fleet, which had an absolute advantage in firepower and numbers, was dragged onto this planet.

If it weren't for the fact that tens of thousands of rare animal and plant biological materials were collected from this planet, and when they returned to the main world, they could be sold to the Tiangong Palace, the Samsara Palace, various biological companies, and laboratories for a good price.

The commander of this fleet, a blood prince who was as old as Dracula, had already ordered the entire Catachan to be plowed through with naval guns.

Time was limited. On the third day, he received the order to besiege Holy Terra.
Seeing that this planet was difficult to deal with, he did not continue to fight on Catachan.

Instead, he left behind a portion of the fleet and vassal forces to continue collecting biological samples. After encircling the Catachan Jungle Army on the planet, he decisively led most of the fleet to jump into the subspace and headed towards Holy Terra.

(End of this chapter)