"I don't want to discuss Kharma Taj's policies with you, I've already revealed too much information."
The emperor's tone changed from the previous gentleness, and became unbearably serious. His gaze existed like frozen lightning, spanning the cabin, tingling everyone's nerves. If this aircraft turns off automatic flight and needs intelligent creatures
If you drive, then the nose of the plane should hit the ground at this moment. Fortunately, the servitor doesn't know anything and doesn't care about anything.
"You have crossed a line, Bayonetta. This is not a witch's job..."
The Imperial Guards kept scanning Jeanne d'Arc and Bayonetta, their muscles tense and ready to attack at any time, creating opportunities for the emperor to counterattack. But the witch did not attack as Amon feared, neither in words nor actions, Bayonetta
Nita just stared at the emperor for a few seconds, pretending that nothing happened, and continued to enjoy the champagne with her glass. As for Joan of Arc, she didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of official business. No matter what the situation of Kama Taj was, as long as she didn't disturb her
In normal life, all she cares about is sunshine, beaches, swimming pools, fine wine, and how to feed the little pets she raises in hell.
The relationship between the witch and the emperor is an important psychological topic of the Praetorian Order. No written, audio or video records will be left of the relevant discussions, and they can only be discussed in top-secret locations and will be forgotten after walking out of the room.
Its content - the Praetorian Guards who understand psychoanalysis will infer the personality of witches through their behavioral patterns, such as the impact of Bayonetta's childhood experiences on her adult personality, and the influence of Joan of Arc's original family relationship during her minor years.
The pressure she brings and so on - the emperor has issued a report, and their task is to modify their mental model, and then compare it with the report to find out the inaccuracies and make changes.
As a school with a special magic base that is not directly or secretly connected to the Emperor's own stigmata, the only two remaining members of the Witch School deserve a lot of energy, time, and research from the Emperor and the Imperial Guards. In such a scenario,
, the witch did not launch an attack, indicating that the Praetorian Order still had errors in its psychological model of the witch and needed further correction and modification.
"I'm very sorry."
The emperor in Amon's eyes has not changed at all, but in the eyes of the witch, his changes are extremely drastic, just like the towering city walls that have stood forever and collapsed due to weathering. He has lost the signs and symbols needed for his functions, which he must show to others.
Psychological value - Human beings will have admiration for individuals in the group who are tall and majestic and have the image of demigods in ancient Greek mythology - even if humans are highly evolved, they will still instinctively obey the taller individuals in the group -
In an online survey conducted by the Internal Affairs Department created by the Janissaries and the Regent, a large number of young men serving in government departments and holding public positions responded positively to the government's physical training and combat skills training for civil servants, while many young women holding salary positions were
Even if they personally witnessed the bloody policies enacted by the emperor when he enforced secularization and wiped out populist armed groups, it would not change the private admiration of many people for the emperor.
"Please allow me to think quietly for a while before arriving at Karma Taj. Dinah, please bring the dessert. The brain needs a lot of sugar to function."
The surface of the shield is covered with countless white cracks like explosion-proof glass that has been hit by impact.
The black giant sword made of hell metal collided with the dense small ethereal alien entity on the shield. The white flames burned the blood-red runes and erupted with a violent flash that was enough to burn the retina. The giant beast did not have time to swing the next sword.
, dense cannon tracer bullets were lifted up from the cluster of small ethereal alien entities below and pointed at the sword body, and the powerful stopping ability forced the giant sword to tilt to one side.
The giant claws waving horizontally blocked the firing range of the heavy bomb cannon. Constantine and Hammurabi waved their weapons to block the knight holding a heavy individual weapon. With the enhanced power of kinetic energy and power armor, they would force the enemy to attack.
The knight's moving sharp claws knocked it away and cut it off. Tita took advantage of the situation and activated the jetpack, hitting the behemoth's head like a meteor. The long sword penetrated deeply into the behemoth's blood-red snake pupil, and then grabbed at the giant claw.
Before he could catch her, he activated his jetpack again and jumped away. The tail flames sprayed forward directly scorched the giant beast's eyes.
Aparisha came out from behind the beast's scarred calf, the execution ax flashed with electric light, and the plasma pistol emitted billowing heat. The white-hot plasma hit the beast's elbow, and then the execution ax roared
It slashed into the charred flesh and bones, and when the decomposition force field burned the bones, dazzling sparks erupted, deeply embedded in the joints of the elbow bones of the giant beast. In just three heartbeats, the closely coordinated sisterhood, knights and guardsmen
He made up for his mistake and drove the giant beast away from the regent Victor von Doom again. The next second the giant beast's scars healed again, and it regained its strength again.
Regent Victor von Doom's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He did not watch the warriors fighting against the ethereal aliens at all. Every time he uttered a spell was a burden to him because of the mission given to him by the emperor.
It is to completely heal the scars in this material universe to ensure that the next mission will not be affected by this.
[Why deceive yourself, mortal? Don't use word games to cover up your fear, don't be afraid to admit my existence, I am the eternal nightmare of all intelligent species in your universe. Admit it, you cannot banish me, the waves of the sea of souls can do it at any time
Overwhelm you. You are just an insignificant character who puts yourself on a high pedestal, pretends to be yourself and thinks you are strong enough. To this day you still cannot face your own life, can you not, Victor von Doom?]
The voice that penetrated his heart made Regent Vidocq von Doom's scalp tingle and his spine shiver.
The roar of the giant beast was mixed with unparalleled malice. He could hear the giant beast talking to him, and he couldn't even tell whether it was an illusion. The power of the non-material world oppressed him, and the storm was in his soul.
Whistling. He is just a mortal. He cannot pick stars from the void and play with them like the emperor, change the natural environment of the atmosphere, or order the mountains to move (although he has never done this, but Victor knows that he can do it). He cannot
Resist powerful natural phenomena - he understands that it is easy for the beings behind the curtain to defeat him, because he understands the rules of the non-material universe and can use the power of the non-material universe. But the gods cannot break the contract and directly interfere with the material universe. This
It is a contract signed before the birth of the universe. If you tear up the contract, you will inevitably be counterattacked by the material universe. However, the gods will not sit still and wait for death.
The war in the non-material universe takes up most of my attention. I must stay focused, otherwise they will kill me in the non-material universe. I hope Constantine, Aparisha and Tita can complete their mission, otherwise come
The killer who enters the physical universe will kill me as an extension of the will of the gods.
Victor von Doom thought.
I don't deny fear, I'm afraid of the glimpsed ending. Even wise people can't make peace with that terrifying scene, and even think that they can just give up and wait for fate to come. Maybe this is the weakness, weakness, short-sightedness and sensibility of human beings.
I do not deny fear, nor do I deny the darkness in my psychology, but you do not understand me, and you cannot understand everything I have dedicated. You cannot shake my dedication to this ideal. This is an idea you will never understand.
Because you are just a collection of thoughts in the sea of souls, you do not have free will - Regent Victor von Doom recited the spell faster. For him, the spell is not necessary, but a psychological
Auxiliary means to help him focus his will and make himself believe that even if I die at this moment, I will laugh at you, despise you, drive you away, pull you out from the shadow of the child's fearful bed, and pull you out from the burning nebula in the void.
The Lieutenant General will drag you out. No matter where you are, as long as you dare to extend your will to the material universe, we will fight against you there.
【Your threats have no power.】
"Indeed, my threat is not enough to destroy you, but He can. I will help Him achieve this goal."
[We will reveal the secret to you. Victor von Doom, he is closer to us than you think. He is ours, not the human species. Can anyone identify themselves because of a piece of clothing?
Belongs to?]
"He is a human being and has a will of his own, which is something you can never have."
Regent Victor von Doom slowly clenched his palms. The air between his palms was compressed like a touchable entity, and then glowed. A phenomenon that requires huge energy to be realized in physics was easily achieved at this moment.
It’s done, even if it’s just a trivial by-product. The energized eyeballs sink into the portal, and the spell woven by the visual nerve fibers draws power from behind the curtain, stitching together the physical laws of the material universe bit by bit, from gravity, temperature, humidity, to molecules and atoms.
,electronic.
"He knows that Kama Taj is a trap. Now, get out of this world. There is no place for you in the material universe."
[We always have a chance, Victor von Doom. You will see the decay of your ideals and cry in your dreams. We are always the victors. From the time the first intelligent race in the universe began to explore the world, we have been
Waiting in the shadows under their beds, hidden in every word they speak, every thought they have, manipulating the entire species to offer us everything. The human race is no exception, and we will be with you on the eve of your ascension.
Arrival, from the shadow in the corner, the shadow under the bed, the shadow in the palace corridor. If we don’t leave, we will come to collect the spoils.]
Victor von Doom gritted his teeth and endured the sound of violence entering his brain.
The portal shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the penetration and volume of the sound became smaller and smaller.
【He belongs to us, Victor von Doom.】
[Tell him that the transaction is still valid.]
[There is no point in supporting agents in the Sea of Souls. No existence can fight against us. Standing on the side of the winner is the right decision. 】
[You will be forced to step into a war full of blood and chaos, and witness his coronation ceremony with the blood of the entire species and all life in the entire galaxy. You are supporting a tyrant, and no tyrant in the galaxy can compete with him.
Comparatively, because he belongs to this world, not human beings.]
As the portal slammed shut, the last energy shock was released.
The whole world seemed to be quiet. The deck heated by the molten iron below began to melt the stubborn frost, and a large amount of steam came out from below the deck. Then those small etheric entity aliens stopped moving. The laws of the material universe returned again, and there was no
The visceral body was completely unable to support the movement of the body in the material universe. Those small etheric entity aliens relied on kinetic energy to run forward for a few steps and then fell to the ground, turning into pus and ashes. The Praetorian Guards, Knights and Battle Sisters were surprised to find,
Explosive bombs can leave deep enough scars on the behemoth's body, just like the damage caused by explosive bombs to organic creatures. However, the wounds on the behemoth's body can no longer be healed in the blink of an eye like before, and the pain begins to accumulate.
Even the monster from another dimension was a little panicked at this moment because it felt the loss of power.
Its giant sword is no longer hard, its bones are no longer strong, and its body is no longer strong. It can't even flap its bat wings to let itself fly, because witchcraft has been expelled from this space and the muscle distribution does not conform to aerodynamics.
The bat wings cannot make it fly like a bird. Its body is necrotic from the inside out, and it feels suffocated because its lungs have no actual function and are just a large piece of meat that has been given a concept.
Constantine pierced its arm and pinned it to the ground.
The pain made it furious, and it bit the leader of the guards with its hyena-like snout. However, it was immediately pulled outward by several other forces. Several other guards firmly controlled its body and used weapons to break it down.
The body was still active and still retained the energy of witchcraft. Until an ax was embedded in its forehead, and brass-colored combat boots stepped on its forehead.
Aparisha pulled out the ax with malice, "I told you, you will die in my hands, alien."