Chapter 178 The mission of the missionary ship
The bloodthirsty warrior is a biological genetic modification technology that is stronger than the royal guards.
Due to the use of the power of forbidden blood sacrifice, the life cost of transformation is astonishingly high and highly uncontrollable.
This makes Harris very dissatisfied. He hates things that are uncontrollable, just like his current emotions.
The risk of transformation is also very high. Once the empire knows about it, it will be hit hard.
So a few years ago, he sealed that transformation technology.
But now, facing the threat from the enemy, he can no longer control so much.
Besides, the empire can no longer influence Matila.
He is able to conduct any human experiment and use any forbidden technology without any scruples.
Harris stared at the black-robed mechanic with cold eyes:
"Go ahead and use your abilities to the fullest. I hope everything goes as you promised, otherwise you know the consequences!"
The black-robed mechanic showed a sick smile, his scarlet eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement.
He has been preparing for this for many years, and now the great creation is finally going to appear in front of the world!
"Everything will be as you wish, my Majesty..."
He bowed gracefully and withdrew.
In the dark royal hall, Harris was alone again, and he was silent.
He likes this darkness.
For him, who has electronic purposes, there is no difference between night and day.
The sound of Harris's heavy breathing echoed in the hall, and the air pump of the mechanical lung sped up.
He suddenly thought of what happened at the previous court meeting, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
That sycophant, the idiot of the Avila family, actually suggested that he send out the entire battle fleet.
What an ulterior motive.
Is it possible that he colluded with those traitors?
“Damn fat man!”
Thinking of this, Harris’s chest was filled with anger.
He clicked the button, and a royal guard came out of the secret compartment and knelt on the ground.
"Your Majesty"
"Go and execute that stupid fat man of the Avila family!"
The royal guard nodded and returned to the secret compartment. .
The Dark Blade Death Soldiers arranged by the royal guards are all over the hive, and almost all noble mansions have manned surveillance personnel installed.
When nobles act rebelliously or His Majesty's orders are issued, their heads can be quickly removed.
If anyone else dares to block it, the entire family will be surrounded and suppressed by the royal guards.
This is also the basis on which Harris's reign of terror can be maintained. No one is not afraid of death.
Those who are not afraid of death are almost dead.
Of course, this way of governing has fatal flaws.
Once he loses his ability to intimidate, the power built on it will fall apart.
The ensuing backlash and suppressed anger will tear him to pieces.
Of course Harris knew this, but he could no longer look back.
Only by constantly applying pressure and using more killing and fear can his rule continue.
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The residence of the Avila family.
The plump nobleman was restless in the meditation room. His whole body was shaking and his face was full of fear.
Every time he thought of His Majesty's snake-like eyes during the day, his liver and gallbladder broke.
The look in His Majesty's eyes, which used to be so small, was like a devil's hand, tightly grasping his heart.
Suddenly, the fat noble saw something, and he closed his eyes as if he had made up his mind.
After a while.
The worried lady who entered the meditation room let out a shrill scream.
At the same time, in the royal hall.
Blood was flowing, and several lifeless corpses were lying on the ground.
Those are the attendants who come in the evening to clean His Majesty's body and change his clothes.
Harris's breathing became thicker, and the desire to kill filled his mind.
He wants to kill, endless killing.
But he must never give in completely to forbidden desires!
Harris used his remaining sense and pressed the button.
呲——
The mechanical pump in the throne was activated, and a large amount of special sedative was injected into his body through the pipeline.
Huh~
As the sedative took effect, Harris regained his senses.
Ever since that prayer, the desire to kill has been with me.
But he is a king and must not be reduced to a beast!
In order to suppress this urge, he would inject large amounts of special sedatives at regular intervals.
Those damn potions caused huge harm to the body, but he had to use them.
After calming down, Harris suddenly regretted that he should not have ordered the killing of the fat man.
After all, they are one of the few who are willing to serve their family wholeheartedly.
And the Avila family has always been under surveillance, so there is no possibility of betrayal.
That damn desire to kill always affects his judgment inadvertently. Even eroding part of his memory.
As the monarch of mankind, Harris is unwilling to become a puppet of chaos under any circumstances. He believes that he can restrain his desires.
In his heart, this is just the use of taboo power, not obedience.
When Harris called the royal guards again and wanted to withdraw the execution order, it was already too late.
"Your Majesty, the person is dead"
Wang Tingguard added:
"The execution order was not carried out and the target committed suicide by taking poison. He left a letter of confession..."< br>
“I understand”
Harris grabbed the letter delivered by the floating plate and waved the royal guards to leave.
His face was dark and unclear.
In a daze, Harris remembered his childhood, when he and Fatty went to an agricultural planet accompanied by their elders.
They chased in the wheat fields and went to the river to see piranhas.
That was the first time the two of them saw the world outside the hive.
The fire started.
Harris burned the confession letter without reading it.
Forget it.
It doesn't matter, he is dead.
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Oth Star, the spire mansion.
Ron had lunch with the Shahim brothers and sisters in the restaurant.
Today’s staple food is Sgromon’s grilled steak.
Two eight-year-old children enjoyed their meal very much.
Only here at Uncle Ron's can they eat such good food.
That is a new species discovered by the colony ship on the planet Kanda, a large, fire-breathing beast.
After discovering that it was edible, the colonial team specially sent a small transport ship to transport it back.
After researching it, the Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Research Institute named it the Sglo beast and claimed that it has high breeding and use value.
Ron even took a special look.
That thing is about 11 meters long and nearly six meters high. It looks like a fire-breathing Tyrannosaurus rex.
But it’s really delicious.
It tastes like steak, tender and delicious.
After domestication, they will be raised on a large scale in the future to provide meat for soldiers and citizens.
I just don’t know if it can be genetically or mechanically modified and used as a biological weapon.
For example, "T-Rex Knight" is quite fierce when you think about it.
After lunch, Ron asked the Shahim brothers and sisters to be sent back to Zhongsi Academy.
He was lying on the chair to eat and refresh the data pad.
According to the court documents, Deville was already undergoing biological genetic engineering surgery.
After he came back from the bottom nest, he immediately applied for transformation surgery.
And I applied for the transformation of the Thunder Warrior, which has a high mortality rate.
That technology was costly, and only blessed bodies could withstand and resist the flaws.
Even so, Thunder Warrior's transformation surgery still has a mortality rate of close to 30%.
This is also the reason why Thunder Warriors failed to expand rapidly.
There were not many people who could receive the blessing.
And those who have withstood the blessing are important talents on the planet Erth.
The death of even one of them would make him feel distressed for a long time.
Ron originally wanted to reject Deville's application, but the other party persisted and he finally agreed.
I hope this loyal subordinate can survive the reconstructive surgery.
In the future, the Tribunal will be divided into the Demon Tribunal, the Heretic Tribunal, the Alien Tribunal, etc.
Many members will also undergo corresponding biological genetic modification surgeries to deal with more challenges.
After reading the documents of the Inquisition, Ron thought about the missionary ship again.
Due to the failure of warp channels, missionary ships can fly hard to Matila at sub-light speeds.
It’s been almost three years now, they should be almost there, right?
The fanatics in the missionary ship have important tasks.
In addition to spreading the faith, they also need to infiltrate into the nest, unite the resistance forces of all classes in Matila,
and investigate the enemy's reality and the layout of the defense array. .
When the day of attack arrives, they will launch an attack on the enemy's defense array.
At the same time, the psychic navigation beacon is lit, guiding the Dream to conduct subspace navigation and quickly arrive at Matila.
That’s right, the ships in the golden age of mankind were built to survive the manic conditions of subspace.
But a navigation beacon is needed, otherwise it is easy to get lost.
The current Dream can only hop within the galaxy through subspace.
I want to go to the Holy Face of the Empire, when the torch is out and there is no webway.
Unless Ron sends ships to sail for hundreds or thousands of years to send navigation beacons to the Holy Face of the Empire.
Suddenly, Ron sensed the information sent back by the fanatic believers through the hive network.
The missionary ship arrived in the airspace near the capital of the sector, Matila!
(End of this chapter)