"I don't want to discuss Kama Taj's policy with you, I've revealed too much information."

The emperor's tone changed from the gentleness of the previous one, so serious that it was unbearable. His eyes were like solidified lightning, lying across the cabin and stinging everyone's nerves. If the aircraft turned off its automatic flight and needed intellectual creatures to drive, then the nose of the aircraft should be hitting the ground at this moment. Fortunately, the servant knew nothing and cared about anything.

"You've crossed the line, Beyonita. This is not the job of the witch..."

The Imperial Guard kept scanning Joan of Arc and Bernita, her muscles were tight and ready to launch an attack at any time to create a counterattack opportunity for the emperor. But the witch did not launch an attack as Amon was worried, neither speaking nor acting. Bernita just stared at the emperor for a few seconds, pretending that nothing had happened, and continued to pick up the wine glass and enjoy the champagne. As for Joan of Arc, she was too lazy to pay attention to this kind of official business. No matter what Kamataj's situation was, as long as she did not disturb her normal life, she cared about only the sun, the beach, the swimming pool and the wine, and how to feed the pets she raised in hell.

The relationship between the witch and the emperor is an important psychology topic of the Imperial Guards. The related discussions will not leave any written, audio and video records, and can only be discussed in top-secret locations. After walking out of the room, the content will be forgotten. The Imperial Guards who understand psychoanalysis will infer their personality through the behavior patterns of the witch, such as the impact of Beyonita's childhood experience on adult personality, the pressure brought to her by Joan of Arc's original family relationship in her minors, etc. The emperor has issued a report, whose topic is to modify their psychological model, and then compare it with this report to find inaccurate areas to modify it.

As a school with a special magic base and is unclear about the holy marks of the emperor himself, the only two remaining in the Witch School deserve the effort, time to investigate and study. In such a scene, the Witch did not launch an attack, which shows that the Imperial Guard Cultivation still has errors in the analysis of the Witch’s psychological model and needs further correction and modification.

"I'm sorry."

The emperor in Amun's eyes did not change, but in the witch, his changes were extremely violent, just like the towering city walls that had been standing forever collapsed due to weathering. He faded away the signs and symbols needed for his functions, which was the psychological value he had to show to others - humans would have a longing for individuals with tall figures and majestic figures in the ethnic group and the image of a demigod in ancient Greek mythology. Even if humans evolved well enough, they would instinctively obey the taller individuals in the ethnic group.

—In the online survey conducted by the Imperial Guards and the internal affairs department established by the Regent, a large number of young men serving as public offices in government departments responded to the government’s positive response to the government’s physical training and combat skills training for civil servants, and many young women who served as wages yearned for the emperor themselves. Even if they personally witnessed the emperor’s bloody policies when he forced secularization and erased the populist armed groups, it would not change the admiration of the emperor in private.

"Please let me think quietly for a while before arriving at Kama Taj. Dinah, please bring the desserts up. The brain needs a lot of sugar to work."

The surface of the shield is like explosion-proof glass that has been hit, and is covered with countless white cracks.

The black giant sword made of Hell Metal collided with a dense small etheric alien body against the shield. The white flame burned the blood-red runes and burst out with a violent flash that was enough to burn the retina. The giant beast did not have time to swing the next sword. The dense machine cannon tracer shells raised from the small etheric alien body cluster below and pointed towards the sword body. The powerful stopping ability forced the giant sword to tilt to one side.

The giant claws that were wielding horizontally blocked the shooting realm of the heavy machine gun. Constantine and Hammurabi waved their weapons to block the knight holding a heavy weapon in a single soldier. With the strength of kinetic energy and power armor, they knocked the sharp giant claws that forced the knight to move and cut them off. Tita took advantage of the opportunity to activate the flying backpack, like a meteor hitting the head of the giant beast. The long sword penetrated deeply into the blood-red snake eye of the giant beast. Then, before the giant claws grabbed her, the flying backpack jumped away again, and the tail flames sprayed forward directly burned the giant beast's eyes.

Aparicha walked out from behind the giant beast's scarred calves. The execution tomahawk was flashing with lightning, and the plasma pistol emitted a boiling heat. The white-hot plasma plasma ball hit the giant beast's elbow, and then the execution tomahawk roared into the charred flesh and bones. When the decomposition field burned the bones, it burst out dazzling sparks, deeply embedded in the elbow bone joints of the giant beast's elbow bones. With just three heartbeats, the close cooperation of the sisters, the Knights and the Imperial Guard made up for the mistake and drove the giant beast away from Regent Victor von Dum. The next second the scar of the giant beast healed again, and it regained its strength again.

Regent Victor von Dum's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He did not see the warriors fighting the Etheric physical aliens at all. Every time he recited a spell was a burden for him, because the task given to him by the emperor was to completely bridge the scars of this material universe to ensure that the next task would not be affected by it.

[Why do you want to deceive yourself, mortals? Don’t use words to hide your fear, don’t be afraid to admit my existence, I am the eternal nightmare of all the intelligent species in your universe. Acknowledge that you cannot exile me, the waves of the sea of ​​souls can flood you at any time. You are just an insignificant character, holding yourself to a high position, pretending to be strong enough. To this day you still cannot face your own life, right? Victor von Dum?]

The sound that penetrated into his heart made Regent Vidoc von Dum's scalp numb and his spine chill.

The roar of the giant beast was mixed with unparalleled resentment. He could hear the giant beast talking to him, and he could not even tell whether it was an illusion. The power of the immaterial world pressed him, and the storm roared in his soul. He was just a mortal, unable to pick stars from the void like the emperor, and play with it, change the atmospheric natural environment, and command the mountains to move (although He had never done this, but Victor knew that He could do it), and could not resist powerful natural phenomena - he understood that it was easy for the existence behind the curtain to defeat him, because he understood the rules of the immaterial universe and could use the immaterial power. But the gods could not destroy the contract and directly interfere with the material universe. This was a contract signed before the birth of the universe. Tearing the contract would inevitably be counterattacked by the material universe, but the gods would definitely not sit and wait for death.

The wars of the immaterial universe occupy most of my attention, and I must keep my focus, otherwise they will kill me in the immaterial universe. I hope Constantine, Aparicha and Tita can complete the task, otherwise the killers who come to the material universe will kill me as an extension of the will of the gods.

Victor von Doom thought.

I do not deny fear, I am afraid of the ending of the glimpse. Even the wise man cannot be at ease with the horrible scene, and even thinks that he can give up struggling and wait for fate to come. Perhaps this is the weakness of mankind, weakness, shortsightedness, and sentimentality. I do not deny fear, nor do I deny that my psychological darkness, but you do not understand me, nor do you understand everything I have dedicated. You cannot shake my will to dedicate to this ideal, this is an idea that you will never understand, because you are just a gathering of thoughts in the sea of ​​souls.

Body, you do not have free will - Regent Victor von Dum speeds up the chanting of mantras. For him, mantras are not necessary, but psychological assistance, helping him focus on his will and make himself believe--even if I die at this moment, I will laugh at you, despise you, drive you away, pull you out of the shadows under the bed of children's fear, pull you out of the burning nebula in the void, wherever you are, as long as you dare to extend your will to the material universe, we will be there to fight you.

【Your threat has no power.】

"Indeed, my threat is not enough to destroy you, but He can. I will help Him achieve this."

[We will reveal the secret to you. Victor von Dum, he is closer to us than you think. He is ours, not a human species. Will anyone agree with his belonging because of a piece of clothing?]

"He is a human being, with his own will, something you will never have."

Regent Victor von Dum slowly clasped his palms, and the air between them was compressed like a touched entity and then shone. The phenomenon that required huge energy in physics was easily achieved at this moment, even if it was just a trivial by-product. The energetic eyeballs were penetrated into the portal, and the spells woven by visual nerve fibers drew power from behind the curtain, sewing the physical laws of the material universe little by little, from gravity, temperature, humidity, to molecules, atoms, and electrons.

"He knew that Kamataj was a trap. Now, get out of this world, the material universe has no place for you."

[We always have a chance, Victor von Dum. You will see the decay of ideals and wailing in dreams. We are always victors. When we start exploring the world from the first intelligent race in the universe, we wait under the shadows of their beds, hidden in every word they say, every thought they produce, and manipulate the entire species to offer everything for us. Human race is no exception. We will come on the eve of your ascension, from the shadows of the corners of the walls, the shadows of the beds, and the shadows of the palace corridors. If we do not come out, we will come to collect the trophy.]

Victor von Doom gritted his teeth and endured the sound of violence burrowing into his brain.

The portal shrinks rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, the penetration and volume of the sound are getting smaller and smaller.

[He belongs to us, Victor von Doom.]

[Tell him that the transaction is still valid.]

[It is meaningless to support agents in the sea of ​​souls. No existence can confront us. Standing on the side of the winner is the right decision.]

[You will be forced into that war full of blood and chaos, and witness him crowning himself 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 compare with him because he belongs to this world, not humans.]

As the portal closed violently, the last energy impact was released.

The whole world seemed to be quiet. The deck heated by molten iron below began to melt the stubborn frost, and a large amount of steam emerged from the bottom of the deck. Then the small etheric physical aliens stopped moving. The laws of the material universe returned again, and the bodies without internal organs could not support the body in the material universe. The small etheric physical aliens ran forward a few steps by relying on kinetic energy and then fell to the ground, turning into pus and ashes. The guards, knights and combat sisters were surprised to find that the explosive bomb could leave enough scars on the giant beast, just as the explosive bomb should have caused damage to organic creatures. The wounds on the giant beast no longer healed in the blink of an eye like before, and the pain began to accumulate. Even monsters from another dimension were 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 cannot even sport the bat wings to fly, because witchcraft has been driven from this space, and the muscle distribution that is not aerodynamic and the bat wings cannot allow it to fly like a bird. Its body is necrotic from the inside out, and it feels suffocating because its lungs do not have actual functions, it is just a large piece of meat given the concept.

Constantine pierced its arm and nailed it firmly to the ground.

The pain made it furious, and the hyena-like sniff bit towards the commander of the guards, but it was immediately pulled out by several other forces. Several other guards firmly controlled its body, used weapons to break it down and remained active, and retained its witchcraft energy. Until an axe was embedded in its forehead, and the brass-colored combat boots stepped on its forehead.
Chapter completed!