The corridor was magnificent and wide.
Giant sculptures stood on either side.
Burning candles provided just enough light to see. The sculptures, dozens of meters high, flickered in and out of view, possessing a strange sense of solemnity and grandeur.
However, for the numerous superheroes, they only felt a chill. Those terrifying sculptures made them uncomfortable, like gargoyles from hell. They had entered the underground from the surface of the magnificent warship.
Guided by Manhattan 066, they had locked onto their target's location.
As long as they fought their way down this corridor, they would find the Imperial commander who was in charge of this war.
Dream held the Mother Box tightly in his hand, and if they found the target leaving, they would also use the portal created by the Mother Box to pursue.
Capturing the opponent was their most important mission on this trip.
It was the key to reversing the tide of the war.
Imperial soldiers poured out from the side passages along the corridor.
Carrying various weapons, they attacked the superheroes who had entered the core area, attempting to prevent their advance.
"Your time of death has come!" roared Superman 043, his eyes releasing beams of laser light with terrifying high temperatures, illuminating the slightly dim and giant corridor.
With Dream's help, those Imperial soldiers were no match and were easily dealt with by Superman 043. Those soldiers futilely attempted to resist the superheroes.
However, these enemies were already prepared in every aspect, bringing out various hidden artifacts and treasures.
In the narrow corridor, where the power of the Imperium's heavy equipment could not be fully utilized.
It was impossible for these Imperial soldiers alone to stop these superheroes.
However, more and more Imperial soldiers continued to pour out from the branch corridors connected to the main passage.
Death was not the end for them.
Fighting for the Holy Emperor until the last moment was an unimaginable honor in their lives. The radiance of various weapons appeared on the battlefield. The walls were left with one melted, sub-atomically disintegrated, or even mottled and old hole after another.
Some strange temporal beams would accelerate the flow of time for the objects they hit.
Within a few seconds, the objects hit would look as if they had been ravaged by tens of thousands of years. They became rusty and incredibly old.
After being hit, the Flash from another parallel universe instantly became incredibly old. The once young and strong man instantly became an old man panting heavily, with white hair and cloudy eyes.
His Speed Force was greatly suppressed within the Imperial warship, but with his extreme speed, he still possessed a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to capture. The Imperium would not keep devices that could harm their own people constantly on and on the warship. This gave him a little opportunity to be useful.
Initially, the Flash, relying on his speed that was difficult for the naked eye to capture, used the Godkiller sword given to him by the black Wonder Woman from 043, slaughtering the Imperial soldiers on the Imperium's warship.
In parallel universe 043, Africa was the most advanced and developed region. The heroes there were also mainly black.
Even the Batman of parallel universe 043 was a black entrepreneur as dark and shiny as coal. The history of that parallel world was reversed compared to the history of other parallel universes.
African tribes lived in abundance and actively explored outwards, learning and mastering gunpowder from the East. The existence of gunpowder narrowed the gap between ordinary people and warriors who specialized in combat, weakened the authority of the great chiefs, and broke the situation where priests held the power of speech. The selection of chiefs no longer focused on single martial prowess, but on multi-faceted abilities.
Under the influence of these factors, Africa was the first to enter the magnificent era of the Enlightenment. Tribes continuously merged, giving birth to the democracy of parallel universe 043.
People elected small chiefs of small tribes, and then from the small chiefs, they elected a great chief who ruled the large tribes. The highly respected council of elders would judge various affairs according to the rules of the tribe, and even the great chief was subject to the restrictions of the tribal rules.
During the struggle to overthrow the great chiefs, various ideas of freedom emerged. The major tribes successively entered the era of industrialization and began the Age of Discovery. They waged wars everywhere, embarking on a journey to colonize the entire world and plunder markets and resources.
At that time, Europe had not suffered the ravages of the Black Death and was in the dark ages of the Roman empire's civilization breakdown.
Divine power and secular politics were highly integrated, reaching an unprecedented peak. The Papacy called this era the Age of Divine Revelation.
Meaning a glorious and prosperous era opened by God.
When the civilized and advanced black people entered Europe, they were shocked by the local poverty and backwardness.
Europeans had no concept of hygiene at all, like primitive savages, they defecated and urinated in their streets and houses. The stench enveloped the entire city. The serfs were emaciated and miserable, like walking corpses.
Lords, nobles, and clergy had absolute authority. They arbitrarily enslaved the peasants, disregarded their human rights, and would send them to the gallows at the slightest mistake. These terrible behaviors were simply unbelievable in the eyes of those black people, because Africa already attached great importance to the concept of human rights.
It is said that a great chief wanted to build a new palace, but the palace was chosen next to the house of a destitute man. That house was still dilapidated and drafty everywhere.
But the man still protested, arguing that the palace being built blocked the sunlight and was not conducive to his life, so he sued the great chief to the council of elders.
Finally, the great chief conceded, compensated the man, and apologized to him.
Such a thing was impossible in Europe during the Dark Ages.
"We must bring civilization to this dark world," said a great chief who had captured the King of Spain with his troops.
In Britain, they sat on the throne of the fleeing English king and took pictures as souvenirs. They entered Moscow, became the masters of Paris, and the lords of Berlin.
With the advent of the Age of Discovery, black people expanded in the islands, South America, North America, and other places, and enslaved the local natives.
After the local people were wiped out by disease, they captured a large number of white slaves to dig mines and open plantations. This was the infamous white slave trade of parallel universe 043.
At that time, European society had low productivity, and limited knowledge was controlled by the clergy and royalty, and there were many small nobles and small lords who were illiterate.
In such a situation, if they wanted to obtain a decent life, they could only do so by selling slaves.
When the black people were planning to abandon the white slave trade, a nobleman explained, "It is absolutely impossible to let us abandon the slave trade. My people do not understand other trades, and the slave trade is the means by which we gain glory and wealth."
The white slave trade allowed many large black tribes to achieve increased productivity, accelerated the primitive accumulation of African capitalism, and promoted the economic prosperity of Africa.
After defeating the ancient Eastern empire, many large tribes in Africa gained the right to speak in the world.
Black people were considered the noblest race.
In that world, people considered dark skin, thick lips, and round faces to be beautiful.
Europeans with abundant body hair, overly three-dimensional features, and pale complexions were regarded as ugly, uncivilized savages who had not completed evolution, and were heavily discriminated against. They were even called white dogs at one point.
Due to various discriminations, white people had multiple "White Lives Matter" movements, attempting to fight for equal rights for themselves.
Many heroes in parallel universe 043 were also basically black.
Even Wonder Woman's origin was different from that of other parallel universes.
She was the daughter of the Father of the Gods, Marvell, and the Queen of the Amazons.
Not only parallel universe 043, but many parallel universes also basically had their own differences.
In many cases, those superheroes only had the same name and abilities.
After being hit by the time-accelerating beam, the Flash of 043 crashed into the wall with a bang.
He was so old that he couldn't see clearly in front of him, his eyes were cloudy, and his whole brain was not working well.
When running at high speed, he couldn't maintain quick thinking like he did when he was young.
He vividly illustrated Newton's two laws.
Force equals mass times acceleration. The magnitude of action and reaction forces are equal, and their directions are opposite.
With a loud bang, the rapidly moving old Flash plastered himself against the bulkhead, even causing a dent in the sturdy bulkhead.
Crimson blood flowed from the rusty lightning-marked object stuck to the wall. The Godkiller sword that Wonder Woman had obtained from the Father of the Gods, Marvell, and given to him to use, also clattered to the ground. The long passage of time had made the sword rusty and mottled.
It shattered into several pieces when it fell to the ground.
Another member of the Speed Force family followed closely, as the Flash was killed. The temporal beam was terrifyingly lethal to superheroes.
It could make them age rapidly in a very short time, and finally be killed by the Imperium's concentrated fire.
Heroes were constantly dying tragically at the hands of the Imperial defenders, making Superman 043 even more enraged, the veins on his dark face clearly visible, making him look terrifying and ferocious.
Hatred and fury also showed in the eyes of Dream 045. They led the assault team composed of many heroes and fiercely crashed into the shield wall and firepower of the Imperial soldiers.
Furious killing intent enveloped these superheroes fighting for freedom and justice.
At this moment, all they desired was slaughter and revenge.
Imperial soldiers counterattacked from behind cover. The area between the two sides had already become a battlefield of slaughter. The Imperium's weapons were extremely deadly.
Even conceptual beings had no way to resist those attacks. The superheroes also had to carefully dodge the attacks of the Imperial soldiers and use their abilities and the divine artifacts they carried to counterattack.
For this assault, these superheroes not only brought the Mother Box, but also divine artifacts with extraordinary power such as the Axe of Atom, the Spear of Destiny, and the Mobius Chair.
Any one of these divine artifacts was incredibly powerful, capable of giving the wielder the power to destroy the world and make all things submit.
General Zod 043, who also came from parallel universe 043 and had reconciled with Superman 043, and was also a Kryptonian survivor, also participated in this battle. The surviving Kryptonian warriors all gathered around him like a formidable leader, following him as he charged towards the Imperial lines, fighting to protect their universe.
General Zod 043 charged at the very front, in front of him was a bulkhead shining with the radiance of a force field.
A Kryptonian released red laser beams from his eyes, attempting to break through the bulkhead. The strange radiance rippled, but there was no damage at all.
Realizing that his power could not break through the bulkhead. The Kryptonian warrior had to give up and retracted the laser beams from his eyes, but unexpectedly, the next second the laser beam was directly reflected back, directly piercing his body. The Kryptonian's body was steaming as he fell down.
Several other Kryptonian warriors also tried, and found that the bulkhead could reflect their attacks back 100%.
Fortunately, they were more careful and did not repeat the fate of their companion just now.
A spear shining with milky white radiance appeared in the hand of General Zod 043. This spear was forged by the ruler of Genesis, the Highfather, using fragments of the Source Wall and the universe's strongest Nth Metal. It had been blessed by the surviving gods of the Fourth Dimension who were being hunted by the Imperium, and possessed incredible power, capable of piercing time and space.
He held the spear and fiercely thrust it towards the bulkhead, which was as thick as a wall. The power of the gods hidden in the spear and the force field of the bulkhead formed a strong confrontation.
A dazzling bright light erupted, blinding the powerful Kryptonian warriors. Their vision was a blank white, and they couldn't see anything.
When the light disappeared, the bulkhead had fallen down, becoming a pile of steaming slag.
Numerous Kryptonian warriors swarmed in.
Although the Imperial soldiers were already on high alert, they still launched an attack. The first Imperial soldier was pierced by the spear in his hand. The protective shield shattered in front of the sharp divine spear. The exoskeleton armor sparked and emitted a smell of electrical overload. The automatic cannons fixed on the corridor sensed the enemy invasion, their muzzles converging a light as strong as the sun, continuously bombarding the superheroes attempting to rush in.
After the sacrifice of three superheroes, a superhero using a bow and arrow used a reforged magical bow and arrow to blow up the automatic cannon. The automatic cannon exploded, and the terrifying shockwave also sent all the surrounding Imperial soldiers flying. The surviving heroes swarmed forward, cutting down the Imperial soldiers who still dared to stand up and resist them.
In the end, the Imperial soldiers could only retreat with their wounded.
Along the long corridor, both sides constantly replayed such scenes. The superheroes led by Dream paid a heavy price, defeating the defending forces along the way. Those Imperial soldiers who failed to escape were all tragically killed by the superheroes. The long war and the sacrifice of their companions made them unable to pretend to be kind anymore.
Possessing great power, they should have enjoyed the cheers of the people.
But because of the arrival of the Imperium, they were reduced to being like rats scurrying in the street. The power of the Imperium far surpassed previous enemies, making these superheroes feel the despair brought by battlefield slaughter. They were not able to turn the tide like before.
Individuals were insignificant and powerless in war.
Such insignificance was precisely what the heroes could not accept.
"These things are truly disgusting."
Superman 043 turned a human fixed on a spider-like automatic cannon with four mechanical prosthetics into a pulp.
His tone was full of disgust for the Imperium's technology. Those invaders who merged life with machinery were trampling on human rights. The humans fixed on the war machines were all those who dared to resist the Imperium.
After the Imperium captured those who dared to resist them, they would format their brains and program them like computer programming, making them the operational core of the war machines. The reason why Superman 043 hated the Imperium so much was that the Imperium had turned his Lois and parents into war slaves. The reason was that they had sheltered him in his illegal resistance against the Imperium.
When Superman 043 saw the war machines made from his family appear on the battlefield, his heart collapsed. The once beautiful and moving Lois was nailed to the machine like a suffering Jesus.
As the war machine advanced, she also screamed.
He had never thought that the Imperium's methods were so cruel.
Using those considered guilty as organic cogitators.
Such behavior was absolutely a terrifying act comparable to * * *.
He would never forgive those damned invaders.
He would use all his lifelong energy and time to resist the Imperium's invasion.
With the death of the human, the spider machine also trembled and fell, and the cannons installed on both sides exploded due to the accumulated energy.
Such killing could not alleviate Superman 043's inner desire for revenge.
Only by completely killing the Imperial Emperor who launched the war of aggression could the revenge be considered complete.
Superman 043 was so determined about revenge.
He would never give up because of anything.
However, the path of destiny in the multiverse was bizarre, unpredictable, and full of irony.
Even those who claimed to be omniscient and omnipotent could not observe every turn of destiny.
Superman 043's fate was decided at the end of the next corridor.
A grenade exploded beside him.
A spatiotemporal field mixed with black lightning enveloped an area of several tens of meters, including Superman.
Superman 043 screamed.
His dark and shiny steel body shattered piece by piece, and the terrifying light caused his body to break down at the subatomic level.
His hatred, his desire, all turned to dust with him.
No one cared how much hatred he carried, how much unwillingness he bore.
Even his companions didn't care; at most, they looked at him with sad eyes for a few moments, and then continued to fight resolutely.
After the entire resistance organization was annihilated.
No one would care how much hatred a Superman from Parallel Universe 043 had, or what kind of past he had.
No one cares about the dead. That's how the multiverse are.
Cold and ruthless. The superheroes knocked down the Imperial soldiers who blocked them, advancing amidst the sound of explosions. They were united and moved towards their goal.
Manhattan from Parallel Universe 066 always locked onto the target, ensuring they wouldn't miss. The reason he could capture the enemy's target was that he had merged with the Mobius Chair from his own parallel universe. That was a chair with powerful force.
It was owned by Metron of the New Gods.
Metron was a New God of mysterious origin, belonging neither to New Genesis nor Apokolips.
He only craved the exploration of knowledge. The Mobius Chair allowed the person sitting on it to know everything that had happened in the past.
It allowed the owner to possess profound knowledge.
Manhattan 066 killed the Metron of his universe, took the Mobius Chair, and strengthened his control over the past and knowledge. The Mobius Chair could glimpse some unimportant Imperial information.
Unfortunately, there was no way to obtain more important information. The Imperium's technology was terrifyingly powerful. They seemed to have some means to prevent others from observing their fate lines.
Whether it was Destiny, the eldest of the Endless, or Manhattan, who could freely traverse the universes, or the gods who controlled destiny and time, when they used their special abilities to try to observe or make predictions about the Imperium, they could not see the Imperium, as if the Imperium did not exist to them. The Imperium had burned all the threads of fate leading to itself.
Unable to predict the Imperium's destiny, many superheroes and gods could only settle for targeting the Imperial commanders.
However, the higher the rank of the commander, the more difficult it was to observe their future.
Among the many heroes present, only Manhattan 066 could see the existence of the enemy's highest commander.
Relying on his own power of connection and the power of the Mobius Chair, he locked onto the Imperial commander whose fate was closely intertwined with that of many heroes.
After paying a heavy price, they arrived in a grand hall. The hall was extremely magnificent, with a marble staircase flowing down from the golden gate at the bow of the ship, carved with exquisite waterfalls.
Banners with different insignias were hung on the walls.
Many small skylights were embedded in the ceiling, allowing a view of the brilliant stars in the void.
Various murals were depicted on the ceiling.
Humans and various aliens fought, and gained victory by stepping on the corpses of their opponents.
So barbaric, viewing slaughter as honor.
Absolutely * * * behavior.
In the center of the hall was a holographic pit with a height of thirty meters and edges made of smooth metal.
Blue light filled the space within it, and tactical projections in the pit rippled.
A large number of screens and data windows floated beside it, with massive amounts of data fluctuating.
Manhattan 066 moved his gaze away from it, his head feeling a slight throbbing pain. That data was not so simple; the Imperium had complete control over time and space, and was analyzing multiple dimensions.
Untrained and unenhanced three-dimensional beings could not receive that kind of multi-dimensional information with infinite detail.
"Don't look."
Manhattan 066 said in a low voice, "That information is harmful to us."
Doctor Fate's eyes bled.
Just that information had caused him harm.
On the contrary, the illiterate heroes who did not understand multiple dimensions seemed to have no problem. Their ignorance of the truth turned out to be an advantage. The machines installed around the hall roared.
Strange heads immersed in yellow liquid showed expressions of pain while processing data. The hall was empty.
Only an old man sat on a throne made of silver-white metal. The throne floated in the air, allowing him to look down on the huge holographic projection from above, like a god looking down on his kingdom.
"I am very happy to see you all."
Hawk looked at the heroes who had rushed in, saying with a slightly weary and sarcastic tone, "You have won again, capturing your target."
"Since that is the case, then immediately order your subordinates to lay down their weapons and surrender to us unconditionally."
A superhero stepped forward and said, "You will receive righteous judgment."
Hawk, sitting on the throne, showed a mocking expression.
"Surrender to you? You won this battle, can you win the entire war?"
Many superheroes spoke up one after another.
"Naturally, you should surrender to us. The war of aggression launched by the evil empire is destined to fail. Do you still want to persist in your delusion?"
"Surrender, or we will kill you."
"Extract his soul and send him to hell to suffer endless torture."
"Haven't you recognized the situation yet?"
Dream, as the leader of the resistance organization, stepped forward and said.
Hawk extended his aged hand and clicked in the air.
A huge screen appeared in front of the many superheroes. The war on New Genesis was being broadcast on it.
Countless Imperial troops had broken through the defenses jointly created by the Highfather, Darkseid, and the Endless, and had landed on the surface of New Genesis. Those gigantic steel beasts, like mountains, unleashed beams capable of destroying everything on the ground, turning cities into charcoal and ruins.
Fighter jets transformed into Titans landed on the edge of the city walls, ignoring the attacks unleashed by the defenders, and tore down the protective walls with their huge power fists. The powerful disintegration field, strong enough to crush a starship, made a crackling sound, mixing with the various sounds of the battlefield, becoming particularly harsh.
Countless Knight Mechs activated the spears in their mechanical hands and launched attacks on the enemy.
Innumerable Imperial soldiers held up their banners, advancing amidst the deafening roar of artillery fire.
Destruction had descended upon New Genesis.
Many heroes looked on in horror as the overwhelming artillery fire rained down on the giant city, which had been turned into a fortress, blasting away even the massive stones containing mysterious power. The superheroes who remained on New Genesis died amidst wails and screams, crushed by collapsing rubble, becoming unrecognizable pulp.
"No, make them stop."
A Green Lantern from Parallel Universe 056 roared and flew over, but in the next second, he was cut into pieces by a flashing beam of light, falling to the ground with a splattering sound, and crimson blood flowed from the pieces, quickly staining a large area of the floor.
"Control him."
Dream shouted, "Make him order them to stop."
Hawk looked at the painful and despairing expressions of these enemies of the Imperium, and couldn't help but shake his head. They were as naive as children in the realm of war.
But this also perfectly fit the purpose of the creator behind the scenes.
Sentimental, with fervent emotions. The minds of these superheroes were like lamps with colored films, colorful. The nourishment they provided was far richer and sweeter than that of ordinary people.
Executing these humans who were unwilling to obey the Imperium and unwilling to trust the Holy Emperor was meaningful, at least it could prevent these fools from continuing to strengthen those unspeakable things.
Preventing these guys from becoming obstacles and tumors to the transcendence of human society.
After the sacrifice of several heroes, Dream walked up to Hawk and lifted the old man up.
"Stop, or I will torture and kill you with endless nightmares."
Hawk smiled.
"The realities I have witnessed are a thousand, ten thousand times more terrifying than the nightmares you can imagine."
"You murderer."
Dream roared angrily, "You have killed so many innocent people, how can you still smile?"
"We tried hard to tell you the truth, hoping you would see the light. It was you who chose to resist, it was you who first put humanity in danger, and now you pretend to be so innocent."
"What you brought is dictatorship and tyranny, a cruel invasion and slaughter."
"We brought technology and development, giving unemployed people jobs to feed themselves, freeing them from confusion and pain. Our laws constrain every group, defining the boundaries of the strong and the freedom of the weak."
"Your so-called freedom and justice are meaningless. You regard human society as your playground, enjoying the pleasure of players with your abilities without restraint."
"You claim justice, yet there is no law to restrain you superpowered beings. Those who died tragically because of your struggles have no compensation, no condolences. You claim freedom, and thus you stand by and watch women sell themselves for money, and men become slaves for money. And you can calmly believe that this is their choice."
"I've scoured human history books and found no law or proposal you've advanced to protect the weak."
Hawk's tone was calm. Coming from the lower class, he naturally knew what the lower class needed more.
"What you care about has never been the justice of ordinary people, but the justice of whether you can continue to be gods and heroes, superior to all beings."
"For mere verbal offense and actions you disapprove of, you disregard everything and use your abilities to punish them, calling it a just sanction. How is your arbitrary behavior, your attempt to be above ordinary people, any different from the tyrannical dictators who act as they please with the help of power?"
the Imperium has a complete system of dialectics. Throughout history, even among numerous universes, the establishment of the Imperium is absolutely the most legitimate.
Under circumstances where humanity was fragmented and tormented by aliens and the Age of Strife, the Emperor eliminated numerous aliens such as the orks, Rangdan, and Khrave, and finally established the Imperium.
No one's rise to power was more righteous than the Emperor's.
As a legendary commander of the Imperium, how could Hawk possibly lose a debate?
He came from a working-class background and started as the lowest-ranking soldier, step by step becoming an Imperial Marshal whom the Holy Emperor trusted and relied upon.
If his eloquence had been slightly lacking, he probably wouldn't have climbed to his current position.
"I'm going to kill you," the Sandman roared, shaking the other man. "Make them stop."
Hawk's expression remained one of mockery and weariness from beginning to end.
"All enemies of the Imperium on Genesis have been declared Anathema Traitors. Even if they survive, they will be made into Servitors, serving the Imperium for eternity. As for you, you will remain here."
"Do you know why I haven't left? You're very good at running. If I don't catch you all in one go, I'm afraid you'll keep running."
Hawk's words were soft and weak, yet they filled the Sandman with terror. The damaged hatch, they noticed, had somehow become as good as new.
"Take him away. I don't believe those guys dare to disregard his life and death." As expected of the leader who had led many parallel universe rebels, the Sandman immediately made a decision.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The Mother Box, which had erupted with light, did not open the Boom Tube.
It was like an online game with no internet connection, unable to serve them.
Zod from Parallel Universe 043 was the first to fall.
In an unbearable, strange explosion, his face was pierced by some kind of energy weapon. This Kryptonian General, who had once dreamed of ruling the universe but had become a guardian through the love of Superman from Universe 043, fell just like that.
He didn't even see the person who killed him. Then came the second, and the third.
Something invisible was slaughtering the enemies who had entered the strategy room. The Sandman grabbed Hawk, injecting his deadly nightmare power into the other's soul. If anything happened to him, the other would die instantly.
He used his special ability to try and search for the targets of these influences, but his expression was one of despair. There was nothing. The enemy was not only physically invisible, but also mentally and spiritually invisible.
In other words, the enemy simply didn't exist.
However, the slaughtered heroes clearly indicated that someone was slaughtering them.
Physics and mysticism were both non-existent!!
"It's a quantum state," shouted Manhattan from Universe 066, whose eyes were pure white and whose forehead was etched with the hydrogen atom symbol. "They are only in a state of existence that we can observe at the very moment they attack us."
Manhattan, who had gained his abilities through a quantum conversion experiment, immediately realized the enemy's strangeness.
How could such a method exist!!
Even the Creator couldn't achieve such a degree!!
However, before he could figure out how the Imperium had managed to keep their warriors in a quantum state and launch attacks against them...
A dagger emitting a blue light pierced his head from the front. The tip of the dagger entered precisely through the hydrogen atom symbol etched on his forehead.
It was as if the other person was stabbing a target, piercing the exact center of the symbol without missing by an inch.
Manhattan from Parallel Universe 066 died just like that.
His power, which was enough to change the past and future, didn't even have a chance to be displayed before he was slaughtered like a stray dog.
"Make them stop," the Sandman howled in despair. "Quick."
"This trap was specifically set for you," Hawk said. "When I realized there was a mistake in the strategic plan, I turned it into a trap, just to completely eliminate you. That way, the Imperium will gain a stable territory equivalent to a galaxy, which can lay the foundation for the Imperium."
Parallel universes are separated by the Source Wall. They seem boundless, but are actually very small in area. The desperate Sandman desperately squeezed Hawk's throat, trying to make the other party order a stop.
However, the other party kept laughing. This made him even more distraught, and the force in his hand increased.
It wasn't until the crisp sound of bones cracking came that the Sandman belatedly realized that he had crushed the other party's throat bone alive. Those warriors who could not be seen or observed killed the Sandman's last superhero and exited the quantum state.
Only then did the Sandman see what they looked like. They were all wearing silver armor and silver smooth helmets, their faces unseen. Their bodies were tall and slender, and they held daggers in their hands. The Sandman could feel the coldness emanating from under each suit of armor.
Like steel forged under immense pressure, there was no trace of emotion. The warriors slowly approached. The Sandman stumbled back step by step, finally tripping over the bodies of the dead.
He had killed a legendary Imperial commander.
Such an act was unforgivable and inexcusable.
Even if Hawk had intended from the beginning to exchange his broken body for a perfect victory for the Imperium. The Sandman wanted to say something.
But he hadn't even opened his mouth.
A warrior plunged a dagger covered with arcane runes into his body. The Sandman's eyes glazed over, and he finally fell into darkness.
"Preserve the body of the overall commander and take him back to Terra," a warrior said in a low voice. "He will be interred in the Sacred Mausoleum to sleep until the day he is awakened."
"What about this guy?" another warrior kicked the unconscious Sandman.
"Send him to the Magos' laboratory. The research on the Endless is still ongoing, and the Sages need more samples."
Genesis, Parallel Universe 077 of Main Universe 02.
War covered the entire city. Terrible radioactive dust, deadly to mortals, floated in the air. The booming artillery fire blackened the entire ruins. The terrifying artillery fire could erase the past and future of something.
Completely delete the data.
Even the reflection in the Multiverse would be completely erased.
Leaving no trace.
Constantine, wearing a full protective suit, led a team of Constantines through the ruins.
Each Constantine from a parallel universe was different.
Some who resisted the Imperium had been killed.
Others were unknown, failing to become excellent Constantines. Those excellent Constantines who did not resist the Imperium successfully joined the Constantine squad. The Constantine who had been to the Imperium called himself Constantine. The Constantines who followed him were categorized according to their physique, personality, appearance, and the parallel universe they came from.
Currently, this squad included Old Constantine, Young Constantine, Fat Constantine, Thin Constantine, Grumpy Constantine, Taciturn Constantine, Scarred Constantine, and Violent Constantine. The mission of the Constantine squad was to capture the members of the Endless family. The Sandman had entered the Imperial warship. This was no longer something to consider.
A fool who walked right into a trap. These guys were the embodiment of concepts. The Imperium was trying to extract something useful from them to strengthen their research in the realm of rules. Those Sages claimed that if they could gain inspiration from these conceptual beings, the Imperium would master the technology to create reality gods. They would also become the Holy Emperor's most trusted right-hand men.
Constantine was oblivious to the competition between those Sages. He only knew that hunting the Endless family was a very troublesome task.
If it weren't for the enticing promises of those guys, Constantine would rather go to the front lines.
Most of the psykers and Librarians had followed Titus to fight the Monitor Corps.
Constantine, being a native mage, became one of the few who could capture the Endless family.
"This distance is about right," Constantine said. "Draw the magic circle, summon those guys, and then confine them."
The members of the Endless family possessed unimaginable power.
It was difficult to eliminate or harm them by physical means.
However, they were not invincible.
Mages could use runes and spells to confine them.
Sandmen from multiple parallel universes had been summoned and imprisoned by mages.
"Let's summon Death first, that girl has a great figure," Old Constantine ruffled his snow-white hair, showing an excited smile.
"Be serious, we're doing something important," Constantine said. "That guy is the strongest, leave him for last."
"I heard that Death, who escaped to Parallel Universe 045, has lived for tens of thousands of years and is still like this," Old Constantine took out a photo. The photo showed a girl who looked innocent and adorable, with smooth long hair, wearing a black gothic dress with a slender waist.
Her surging chest made people worry if such a thin waist could support such grandeur. She was barefoot, her feet pure white and flawless, looking charming and lovely, making it hard to look away. The members of the Endless family were the embodiment of concepts.
But they were not immortal and indestructible beings.
If targeted and killed by a powerful being, they would also die. Their domain would then give birth to another member of the Endless family with all the memories of the former.
"Vulgar," Constantine said with a look of disdain. "Am I the kind of person who is easily swayed? This is an insult to my noble character. Let's summon Death first. The more difficult it is, the more we must rise to the challenge."