"Next, we must prepare ourselves for the Great Expedition..."
The Emperor is delivering work to Malcador.
The next moment.
The sense of crisis is conveyed secretly through the sixth sense.
The emperor directly pulled out the long sword from his waist and stabbed it in the direction of the ceiling!
And Malcador beside him also instinctively activated the spiritual energy in his body!
The next moment.
I saw a red stream of light, traveling at sub-light speed, covering a distance of thousands of miles in an instant, plowing the entire base camp from south to north!
Turning the vast land into a bottomless huge chasm!!
Among them, millions of civilians and a large number of mortal auxiliary troops did not even have time to react. They turned into fly ash on the spot and disappeared into the world forever!
If someone looks down along the large crack, they can clearly see some red magma rolling inside!
This also shows how terrifying the power contained in that hit was!
If it weren't for Terra being special.
Just this full blow from Eric Taranis is enough to break the entire planet into pieces!
And in the most central area.
The three figures are constantly intersecting and impacting at high speed.
"Emperor!!"
Amid the roar, Eric Taranis wildly waved the sword in his hand.
Every hit is easily comparable to the main gun of a battleship!
However, every blow with such intensity did not have a very good effect when facing the emperor, and was frequently dealt with by the opponent with less power.
As for Malcador, although he was weaker than the two, his spiritual energy accumulated over thousands of years was enough to help the Emperor contain Eric Taranis' attention to a certain extent.
So for a while, even if he had some upper hand in terms of strength.
Eric Taranis was so angry that he couldn't do anything to the two of them.
And the fact that he was powerless in front of his opponent directly made the rage in his heart become more intense.
The giant sword in his hand was swinging at a speed that was constantly reaching its limit.
Just the air flow created during the dance turned into a violent hurricane that could blow away the mountain peaks!
And looking at the other party's greatly changed face, the emperor also gradually recognized his identity after several rounds of fighting.
He whispered with some uncertainty in his heart:
"Eric Taranis?"
Trying to extract some useful information.
For example: How did the other party become like this?
Eric Taranis paid no attention to it at all. He just attacked and kept chanting crazily:
"Kill you! I'm going to kill you!!"
As his will became stronger and his hatred became stronger, the gift of the [God of Evolution and Growth] slowly began to take effect.
Eric Taranis's attacks are becoming more and more fierce.
Speed, strength, skill...
Everything is constantly improving at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The Emperor and Malcador gradually felt overwhelmed.
Faced with his crazy reaction, the emperor clearly realized that the other party had no value to communicate with.
And the increasingly fierce attacks left him no time to worry about it.
We can only fight back seriously.
At the same time, he also had some regrets in his heart.
I regret that I was not prepared more properly for this cleaning operation.
This led to the current out-of-control gaffe!
As for the idea of regretting treating the Thunder Warriors like this?
It didn't rise at all.
Because, in his mind, the unstable Thunder Warriors were the targets that had to be cleaned from the beginning of their creation!
Even if they are powerful, numerous and mentally defective, they will cause a lot of instability within human civilization even if they are disbanded or divided.
And the reason why they are not sent out for consumption is actually the same reason.
They are emotionally unstable and would be better off in Terra, a place where there is very little chaos.
If they are released and go on missions to other planets, once they encounter a high-intensity Chaos invasion on the way, those Thunder Warriors are likely to turn into Chaos Warriors in batches, leading to a situation where they breed the enemy!
Therefore, completely destroying it is the safest approach in the emperor's mind.
At the moment, looking at Eric Taranis who was completely out of control, he just felt that his preparations were not adequate.
Give the other party a chance to retaliate and counterattack.
Emotions such as guilt are out of the question.
The Emperor only cares about human civilization as a whole. Individual individuals and a small number of human groups are secondary things to the Emperor.
As long as he can successfully achieve his goals, he doesn't care about the so-called moral issues involved.
Even if he had to kill his extremely loyal subordinates with his own hands, it was something he could accept with peace of mind.
To some extent.
The emperor's level of madness is actually even higher than that of Eric Taranis at this moment!
He is a lunatic who is sensible, capable, perseverant and knows what he should do and what he should do!
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A few days later.
The three of them were like elephants fighting on top of the foam. The momentum generated during the battle directly destroyed half of the North American continent.
Countless mountains and towns were forcibly leveled by them.
The atmosphere was torn apart with dozens of cracks that have not been restored for a long time.
A large amount of strong ultraviolet rays are entering Terra continuously.
at this time.
Eric Taranis, whose strength has become stronger and stronger during the battle, has completely gained the upper hand.
But as time goes by, after the [Devil Ascension Ceremony], the period of stay given to him by the physical universe is getting closer and closer.
The powerful repulsive force is squeezing him from all directions!
Wanting to drive Eric Taranis to where he should be.
In the end, with the whole world targeting.
His figure was forcibly squeezed into the subspace.
"I will kill you! I will destroy your empire!! Whether it takes a thousand years!!! or ten thousand years!!!"
Only those words containing the ultimate hatred still lingered in Terra.
Set off one storm after another!
Driving countless civilians and beasts into madness and fear!
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Put the long sword in your hand back into its scabbard.
The emperor, covered in blood, stared at the dilapidated continent for a long time.
He said to Malcador beside him with a serious expression:
"Now that Chaos has reached out, we will hold a coronation ceremony in half a year and formally establish the Human Empire.
...According to the information I got from them, in a few decades, those subspace storms that have isolated subspace navigation for thousands of years should completely dissipate.
We must seize this blank time to recuperate and fill the foundation of all aspects of the empire..."
As he spoke, a large amount of blood kept gushing out and retracting from his wounds.
That was the result of the constant stalemate and consumption of his recovery power and Eric Taranis' remaining power.
"yes."
Malcador on the side looked even more embarrassed, and even one of his arms was almost completely chopped off!