Chapter 75 The Unlucky Demon Prince

The life of the entire planet is decaying under the terrifying power of the virus bomb.

Even microorganisms have been eroded away.

The huge amount of decaying material produced thick flammable gases that enveloped the entire planet's atmosphere.

Yse launched the second step of the Extermination Order, Firestorm.

The battleships that received the order simultaneously launched light spear strikes into the planet's atmosphere.

Along with bright, scorching beams of light, the atmosphere mixed with flammable gases was ignited like dried cotton.

Giant fire tornadoes formed due to temperature differences appeared on the surface of the earth, connecting the sky and the earth, as astonishing as the pillars of fire holding up the sky.

The majesty of those fire tornadoes can be seen clearly even from the deck of a battleship in low-Earth orbit.

The air mixed with flammable gases burned violently, forming a roaring storm of flames that swept across everything in sight.

The plains and mountains turned into scorched earth, and the remains of life were burned away in the flames, leaving only barren rock formations.

The ocean is also burning violently, and those huge marine creatures and microorganisms have become stagnant blood water, releasing a large amount of flammable gas.

The rotting corpse of the orc was in the blazing flames, but it was gone in a matter of seconds.

Scorching foehn winds swept across the planet's surface, and deadly fire tornadoes reduced abandoned buildings to nothing.

Nothing can escape this disaster.

Be it flesh and blood, buildings, or metal, they all melted and flowed in this unimaginable high temperature.

The remaining remains of human buildings and the rough structures of the orcs collapsed and overturned in the raging flames.

The fire burned for nearly forty minutes before slowly stopping.

The entire planet turned red, and after a long time, the terrible temperature slowly dropped.

It was already four hours later when Opal and others came out of the underground.

Looking around, the whole world is scorched black.

This is the power of the Extermination Order. All signs of life will be completely erased, thereby achieving the effect of purification.

The trembling, silver-haired Danlens returned to the surface after twenty years.

Looking up, the mountains and rivers that came into view were scorched black.

Seeing that everything was gone and only ashes were flying, his eyes showed confusion.

"Rebuild from the ruins, Denlons." Opal said, "This world belongs to the Empire again. The great Lord of Ultramar, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, Lord Guilliman has returned. You no longer need to worry about the orcs.

Invasion. The Empire will be reshaped, and your security will be taken into consideration."

There is no honorific title for Dennis and Opal.

It is somewhat inappropriate to call someone an old person just because they look old.

In terms of age, Opal is older than Dennis.

It's just that he underwent reconstructive surgery and doesn't look older.

"Lord Guilliman?" Denlons looked confused, he didn't know what this name represented.

So do other survivors.

They looked blank, unaware of the weight of this name.

Opal didn't blame them either.

They are just mortals. Most of them have never left their own planet or even the area where they live. Many things are just legends to them.

The Primarch was active ten thousand years ago, and now the heroes who once walked among the stars and helped the Emperor build a great empire have long become myths and legends that cannot be traced back.

Even the war between the Empire and Chaos seems ridiculous to many remote star regions of the Empire, like a story told in the Arabian Nights.

Distance can always erase a lot of things, making real things seem no longer real.

Several gunships dropped from a high altitude, and after opening the hatch, a group of mechanical priests, technical slaves, and political officials came out.

These are the managers and builders Guilliman has chosen for those worlds without order.

The Empire owns two-thirds of the galaxy and has enormous industrial and war potential.

Now, the most important thing is to unleash these potentials.

Only in this way can mankind be guaranteed to win the next war reliably.

Reform is extremely necessary for every imperial world.

Each expedition team recruited a large number of reform builders and political officials.

They traveled to various planets with the orders of the original body and new technologies to help transform the local areas and develop their potential to provide more assistance to the Empire.

Three weeks later, the Silver Skulls retreated from the planet Yelia.

The Mechanicus-priests, technical slaves, and political officials remained, as well as members of the new Ecclesiarchy reformed by Guilliman.

Their mission is to rebuild this planet and make it a planet suitable for human habitation and capable of providing high-quality resources to the Empire as designed by the original body.

Resources are not limited to coal and iron, but also a large number of talents, conscripts, etc.

The mission of Opal and others has been completed. They are sharp swords and weapons in the hands of the empire.

The Yelia Galaxy no longer needs weapons, but construction and development.

It's time to put this sharp sword elsewhere and continue to fight for the Emperor and the original body.

Seeing the Yelia star in his field of vision shrinking to the size of a basketball, Opal also took his mind back and prepared for the next battle.

"Til death do us part." Opal's heart is extremely determined and she has no fear of the next war.

Macragge's Glory.

Deep in prison.

"You can't do this!!"

"No, it can't be done, please."

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

As the Demon Prince, Cherubel screamed in despair.

Seeing the original body approaching step by step, he was so frightened that he tried to shrink into the corner of the cell.

"I'm happy that you're willing to tell me the subspace information. But I don't like your tone."

Guilliman grabbed the demon prince Cherubel, and the huge original body pinched his neck with his palms, "You'd better be honest, demon. Other mortals fear you because they fear your power. But I can easily crush him to death."

You, and will completely crush your essence and let you return to nothingness forever."

"Don't piss me off, or I won't mind killing you."

After speaking, Guilliman threw Cherubel to the ground.

Vincenthorn stood at the plate and saw this scene, his eyes filled with awe.

Cherubel has been entangled with his grudge for many years.

This demon is thinking about how to kill Vincenthorn all the time.

Thus playing with his soul.

On weekdays, when Vincenthorn faced this demon, the other party was also extremely aggressive, constantly trying to trick Vincenthorn into succumbing to his inner desires.

But in front of the original body, the Demon Prince was brutally tortured. Not to mention bewitching him, he would be beaten severely even if he said a few words.

Just now, Cherubel used two of the demon's usual screams, and Guilliman held him down and beat him.

"The great regent of the human empire." Cherubel said respectfully, no longer daring to show any arrogance.

He didn't want to test whether he would be resurrected after being killed by the cursed person.

Cherubel: ┭┮﹏┭┮, why do I, the devil prince, deserve to be so miserable?

Even if he was sealed by Vincent Horn, now he is still being beaten and humiliated by the cursed person's parents and children.

He was also forced to become a demon traitor, performing various deception rituals and imprisoning those subspace demons.

Those subspace demons who were summoned thought they could have a feast in the real universe and harvest a large amount of flesh, flesh and souls.

As a result, he was beaten violently as soon as he arrived.

Not only was she forced to provide information to Guilliman, but she was also enslaved by him and signed an extremely unequal contract.

So far, twenty subspace demons have been killed by the cursed parent and son.

Those demons all crawled out of the subspace happily, and then ran back with ugly faces.

Those subspace demons are not under the command of the Four Gods. After being beaten and enslaved by Guilliman, no one will stand up for them and take revenge.

"Such an attitude is very good." Guilliman looked at the demon host lying on the ground, which had transformed into demon horns and black flesh wings, and showed an uncertain smile.

"Okay, I will remain the regent of the great human empire." Cherubel said humbly.

"How is Magnus doing?" Guilliman asked.
Chapter completed!