I'm a green-skinned tech master

Watching transport ships break away from the fleet and sail into the atmosphere, Kester still did not completely let go of Pex and his troops.

This time, he secretly left a lot of blood samples of the expeditionary force soldiers, as well as body tissue samples, only if all the tests were qualified, his heart would be a little more secure.

Kester didn't feel that he was too cautious to do so much, to prevent the aliens from penetrating, and it was not too cautious.

It's just that now the situation is urgent, and he needs to focus on the collapse of Euronia III, first to contain the greenskins and then face Tyron, and the time is very urgent.

Otherwise, he would never let Pex go.

When Commissar Kester and Pex, infected by Tyron, are intriguing with each other, in the northern hemisphere of Euronia III, in the Planetary Doge's Palace, a hidden mysterious room.

Governor Cornwall was here alone, performing a mysterious ceremony.

He took off the ornate robe of the planetary governor and changed into a modest coat, and a gray and worn cloak was draped over him, like an ascetic in a monastery.

Cornwall first walked to a quaint table filled with a variety of materials, many colorful powders of indescribable materials in transparent glass bottles.

To others, these things are weird and strange, and they are familiar to Cornwall.

He skillfully picked up the bottle in the middle and various special materials, and just mixed it in the purple bowl in front of him, and used it for a long time until Cornwall's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Wearing silky gloves on his hand, Cornwall pinched a little powder, and the blue-purple powder fell from the palm of his hand into the purple bowl like a fragment of the galaxy.

Nodding slightly, Cornwall was very satisfied with his modulation.

He walked to the center of the room, and there was a magic array, which seemed to be real, as if it had existed for a long time, and as new as if it had been carved yesterday.

In this day and age, acquiring knowledge comes at a heavy price, especially if you want to acquire fate-changing knowledge, and Cornwall is very scared every time you perform a ritual.

He knew too much, and the knowledge he shouldn't knew was like slippery tentacles pulling him into the abyss.

Now the situation in the Euronian system is so bad that Cornwall is seriously insecure, otherwise he would never perform the ceremony again and seek the help of knowledge and wisdom.

Taking a deep breath, Cornwall was mentally prepared, and he began to walk around the formation, sprinkling the powder from the purple bowl under his feet as he walked.

A strange language flows from his mouth, a language with mysterious powers capable of breaking reality and connecting with some powerful being in subspace.

The ritual continued until Cornwall had exhausted the powder in the purple bowl as an end, and the phalanx began to glow, a glow of indescribable color, a glow beyond human comprehension and cognition.

Cornwall also felt that he had made contact with some kind of existence through the Dharma Array, and a layer of high-latitude shadows fell from the ceiling of the room, coinciding with the real world.

Looking upwards along the formation, it was a pitch-black floor-to-ceiling mirror, which was as dark as ink.

The originally calm mirror became boiling as Cornwall's gaze fell on it, and there seemed to be a huge object stirring everything in the darkness.

If Cornwall hadn't been mentally prepared, his giant phobia would have scared him into a pause in heartbeat.

"Apostle seeking wisdom, I listen to your desires." The voice coming out of the mirror was very gentle and sweet. Cornwall's nervousness was instantly calmed down a lot.

"Great prophet, you know everything and know everything. Your humble apostle, once again ask you for the favor of wisdom. Cornish humbly knelt down in the mirror.

"Of course you can, of course you can! I like wisdom, and I like it whenever anyone seeks wisdom.

What kind of knowledge did my apostles seek this time? Is it the hidden history of the human empire, or the enemies of the empire, the intelligence of those aliens? The sweet voice became pleasant, as if a child had been given a playful toy.

Cornwall did not seem to hear the pleasure in the voice, but he became nervous, and instead of making his own request, he took out a number of ancient books from the dark corner of the room and placed them in front of the mirror.

"This is some of the knowledge collected by your humble apostles, some of the books are very old, probably lost knowledge and hidden history, stupid I can't read the things on it. But I think great prophets might like these.

After that, Cornwall lay on the ground, pushed the ancient book in front of the mirror as a sacrifice, and made a kneeling motion.

A sticky tentacle stretched out from the mirror, and it lightly patted the book, made a thinking motion, and then retracted.

"These things are a little interesting, it seems that you have paid attention, but unfortunately I don't need them."

These words smashed into Cornwall's heart like needles, and fear spread like poison from his mind, unable to please his master, and the consequences were terrible.

"I can also make sacrifices, master, you will love mortal flesh and soul! Although do it now... It's a big risk, but I can still offer fifty... No! A hundred mortal souls and flesh and blood. Thinking

of the Emperor-class battleship outside the atmosphere of Euronia III and the Commissar Kester above, Cornwall was a little afraid, and soon he comforted himself by saying that he was not betraying the empire, but just making a deal.

"No, no, no, although your proposal is good, it's just that these are not what I need now." The sound changed from pleasure to calm, and then to countless echoes that echoed throughout the room.

"I know what you want, you want to gain the knowledge and strength to leave this galaxy, escape smoothly to a safe place, continue to be your governor, and continue to live your leisurely and comfortable life."

The mess of the galaxy is handled by others, the life or death of mortals has nothing to do with you, you are a nobleman, born to rule and enjoy. The

voice said what Cornwall had in mind, but then the sound stopped, and the room was so quiet that the needle could be heard. Only the sound of Cornwall's own rapid breathing, and the sound of his heart pounding.

After a long time, when Cornwall wanted to ask what price he was going to pay, the voice spoke again.

"It's very simple, of course I'll help you. And, you don't have to pay anything, you already paid when you contacted me. Now, come to the ears..." Cornwall

was afraid, he did not dare to go near the mirror, but he was even more afraid of the price of defying his master, the voice of that voice.

So, Cornish stood up with trembling legs and took only one step forward!

A tentacle stretched out from the mirror like lightning, wrapping Cornwall tightly, leaving only Cornwall's groans of fear in the dark room.