Chapter 487

"Gather all of humanity together—I have orders to deliver to them. They will soon become our subjects." Luode said.

The orc war boss nodded, immediately turned and left, then arranged for all the human prisoners to come over. This time, the orc clan saved a great number of the Star Realm Army, and told them the full story of what had happened.

"How could this be? How could this happen? We were loyal, we fought bravely, yet we suffered this betrayal."

"Everything in the Empire is sacrifice, sacrifice, endless sacrifice—what meaning is there? We have sacrificed for over ten thousand years—how many Star Realm Army predecessors have fallen on the battlefield?

Fighting for the High Lords, fighting for the Emperor—yet what have we gained?" A new Star Realm soldier clutched his helmet, knelt on the ground, and angrily pounded the floor as he spoke.

The truth they had guessed was finally confirmed: the imperial high command indeed planned to abandon them, letting them die as cannon fodder with the explosion of the gas giant.

These Star Realm soldiers could accept death, could accept sacrifice for the Empire, their souls returning to the Golden Throne.

But is such meaningless sacrifice truly meaningful? It has been ten thousand years! The Emperor has sat upon the Golden Throne for a full ten thousand years—has the Empire improved at all? No, this Empire has become even more decadent, even worse—after ten thousand years, their equipment is hardly different from that of the Great Crusade era ten thousand years ago.

They are still laser guns—even the Space Marines have not updated their weapons in over ten thousand years.

The true peak of human glory was still the Golden Age—back then, the Titans were merely large logging machines!

"What will become of us? We have already become these orcs' prisoners! Will we become slaves?" a Star Realm soldier asked.

According to many veterans, being captured by the orc clan means endless hard labor, and also having to entertain the orcs in various ways.

"At least we're still alive, aren't we? And I've noticed—those orc heroes seem very friendly, at least not like the orcs in the rumors." A man resembling an officer spoke.

"Exactly! Now our fate is no longer in our own hands."

As a large group of new recruits chattered about their future, Luode also arrived at the square.

All the Star Realm Army on the planet below had been gathered together—even including some human residents who hadn't had time to withdraw—numbering in the tens of millions.

Luode floated gently in midair and released a Ten-Tails from his private space.

Luode can now cultivate Ten-Tails in batches.

However, the special fruit produced by the Ten-Tails is no longer useful to him—or perhaps the upper limit of the Stone Tail's species has been reached, after all, Luode is nearly stepping into the multiversal god level.

But while this fruit is useless to him, it is of great use to his women, so Luode still cultivated some planetary-level Ten-Tails.

This time, it comes in handy—Luode does not intend to give these humans a lengthy, earnest persuasion, nor make some grand, impassioned declaration, for he is not skilled at such things.

So he plans to use the simplest method: that is, the descent of the God Tree Realm, then activate Infinite Tsukuyomi, directly altering the memories of all humans on the entire planet.

"God Tree Realm Descends!" As Luode acted, the massive Stone Tail transformed into his true form—a towering divine tree that shrouded the entire planet.

At this moment, all humans and orcs gazed upon this colossal object, somewhat at a loss—this, this is too huge, isn't it? It's as if a giant tree had bloomed on the planet's surface.

Standing tens of thousands of meters tall, over the entire planet—unless on the far side—this great divine tree is clearly visible.

"Emperor above—what, what is this thing?"

"What does this orc demon king want to do? What does he want to do to us?" Some human civilians began to panic.

"I heard the orc race grows from underground, just like those mushrooms.

This thing won't, won't want to turn us into fertilizer and then plant new orcs?" A Star Realm soldier stammered as he spoke.

"Idiot, don't speak if you don't understand—the orc clan has no particular nutritional needs; even just needing this planet to be bathed in stellar light for photosynthesis, their spore fungi can grow." A Star Realm soldier said.

"Infinite Tsukuyomi, activate!" At this moment, Luode's eyes transformed into the state of the Rinne Sharingan.

With the power of the God Tree, and even his own divine microcosm—no satellite needed for projection—it spread directly across the entire planet, instantly controlling all humans on it.

At this moment, all humans fell into a dazed state, their eyes turning into the same Rinne Sharingan as Luode's—gazing vacantly, even drooling from the corners of their mouths, like fools.

After controlling all humans, Luode immediately activated another Sharingan eye technique—the Izanagi.

This technique is the exclusive eye technique of Uchiha Itachi, but now, with the Mangekyō Sharingan of the Live Broadcast Clan, Luode can use it with extreme ease.

After using this technique, he can easily alter everyone's cognition—not just memory modification, but true cognitive alteration.

It can completely overturn your worldview, your values, your perception—you clearly retain all your previous memories, but what you once believed to be correct, from now on, will no longer be your mission.

Among these Star Realm soldiers, there are still many loyal to the Emperor—after all, they have ruled the human Empire for ten thousand years, even if they have always sat upon that golden throne.

The Emperor's control over humanity has never slackened in the slightest—for ten thousand years, the entire human species has believed in their Emperor, their God-Emperor.

This has led to the Emperor generating countless personalities, even nearing a subspace apotheosis ritual.

Therefore, verbal preaching cannot change these people's beliefs—or rather, cannot change everyone—but activating Izanagi is different. I won't play games with you—I will directly alter your memory and cognition.

Luode's modification of these surviving humans consists of just one thing: replacing their Emperor in their hearts with himself, and replacing the orc clan with a friendly race.

Soon, Luode's memory and cognition modification was complete, and all humans returned to a normal state.

But at this moment, their inner cognition, values, and worldview have been completely overturned.

"From today onward, you will survive on the Netherworld Planet—I will use some special powers to transform some planetary environments, making this star system full of habitable space." Luode said.

"Long live Lord Luode, long live Lord Luode, long live the new Emperor!" All humans burst into joyful cheers.

In this cruel galaxy, in this galaxy full of demons and monsters, merely being alive is already a great happiness.

What else could they possibly dare to hope for?

Seeing the humans' performance, Luode nodded in satisfaction.

"Great Demon King, you're keeping these humans—they'll compete with us for land. We, we still need fresh land to plant more orc young." A war boss spoke.

"This star system will be shared equally—half for the orcs, half for humanity—and I will transform some planetary ecologies. We will have ample land to plant more orc young." Luode said.

Joking aside, the orc race's breeding speed is truly too fast—if unchecked, the orc population will multiply like locusts, even reaching a horror level comparable to the Tyranid swarm.

Once the entire planet becomes a green-skinned world, this explosive growth will also alter the planet's environment.

The unconscious spore fungi released by orcs will continuously plant new companions, and orcs are not spontaneously generated—they absorb stellar energy for photosynthesis, and also absorb power from the soil. Thus, the entire planet will rapidly desertify—just like the Orc Octavius Empire, when the entire planet is orc-populated.

There, desertification begins—so Luode must follow a sustainable development path; the orc race, frankly, is still a warlike race!

Once I become an absolute god, perhaps I can modify and adjust the orc race's gene sequence, making them like the orcs of the Azeroth world.

Otherwise, the orc race is truly difficult to manage.

Next, Luode brought forth his newly acquired adult Stone Enclosure and began transforming environments on various planets.

The power of the microcosm enveloped the entire planet, then bestowed blessings upon it.

After granting life energy, he used the power of the wooden shield to make trees grow across the entire planet—and when these trees die, they produce large amounts of organic matter, making nearby soil fertile.

If this planet had no water, Luode would immediately release the Water Release Great Sea Technique, creating a vast ocean across the entire planet.

All planetary transformation standards refer to Earth, which is the sacred Terra of this world.

After trees, land, and oceans emerge on a barren, lifeless planet, an atmosphere forms automatically, and Luode will also use his divine small universe to ignite the dead cores of some planets, letting them emit a powerful magnetic field once again.

For each planet transformed, Luode relocates a portion of humanity there; human population growth is actually quite fast, though not as fast as the warlike Tyranid and Ork races, but compared to other races in the Milky Way, humans are actually a natural planetary virus.

In the Netherworld Star System, more than a dozen inner planets were transformed by Luode and dragged into a habitable stellar zone using the power of his small universe.

Even the satellites surrounding some gas giant planets were not spared by Luode, who transformed them into miniature versions of planets.

Luode spent a month transforming these planets, and after completing everything, he immediately rushed to the Bar System without rest.

At this time, only remnants of defeated troops remained in the Bar System, with not even a suitable commander; Luode showed no courtesy to these humans, and upon reaching each planet, he directly deployed the Divine Tree.

Then he personally descended upon the planet, activating the Infinite Tsukuyomi and the Otherworld God Technique, altering the cognition of all humans on the entire planet.

In just a few short months, Luode completely ruled two star systems: the Bar System and the Netherworld System, and also carried out renovations on some planets in the Bar System.

Half of the planets belong to humanity, and half belong to the Orks; furthermore, when cultivating Ork populations, strict control is enforced—for example, a plot of land must lie fallow for decades before it can be used again to raise Ork young.

During this period, no member of any Ork population is allowed to set foot here, because whether it's a fart sprite or an Ork, they actually carry large quantities of special fungal cells on their bodies.

Luode established a twelve-hour work system for all humans, with only half a day off on weekends, and even no holidays at all.

However, if these humans work hard, they will not be exploited, nor do they need to pay heavy taxes.

For the human race, this is practically a heavenly life.

Know that in some industrial worlds, agricultural worlds, hive worlds, and forge worlds, ordinary humans work extremely hard—working over 14 hours, even over 20 hours a day, is commonplace.

Even when some workers cannot work, the Mechanicus directly turns them into various servitors, then permanently welds them onto assembly lines to work forever.

Working 12 hours a day, with 12 hours of rest, and two and a half days off each week.

To the 30k Terrans, this is a labor contract; to humans of the 41k era, it seems like the ultimate welfare.

Just do your duty well enough! You can eat your fill, wear warm clothes, and even avoid going to the front lines to fight.

Luode also provides some New Border troops with enhancement modifications, using special elixirs he refined himself, as well as the Desperation Virus to transform them into a variant of the interstellar warriors previously created in the StarCraft-like world.

The overall combat strength of these interstellar warriors is somewhat greater than that of the interstellar warriors in this world.

These interstellar warriors mainly maintain security within two weeks; external warfare is unnecessary for them, as the Ork races eagerly take on such tasks.

After ruling humanity in the two star systems, Luode immediately ordered vast Ork fleets, coordinated with some human auxiliary forces, to advance to the outer rim of the Netherworld System to resist the Tyranid swarms.

In fact, with Luode's current power, he could completely annihilate all Leviathan fleet reserves, but he chose not to.

Because the Ork race needs an opponent for training and combat; without a war opponent, the Ork race would go mad or even insane.

Some Ork warlords might even disobey orders and directly attack human planets within their territory—this is absolutely bound to happen. (In the original story, the human Empire captured an Ork boy, imprisoned him.

Within just a few months, this Ork boy's appearance changed—he became a fat man in human eyes, lost his appetite, grew spiritually listless, and eventually died on his own.

Put bluntly, this race is still a war weapon, not naturally evolved; if they have no purpose, living is a waste of resources. The ancient holy race likely implanted hidden settings in the Ork race to eliminate them quickly after war ends.) And these insectoids just happen to provide the Ork armies with training fodder; the dead insectoid corpses can give nutrients to fringe planets, making their soil more fertile.

Then a sustainable resource cycle forms, with human auxiliary soldiers responsible for transporting the Orks there.

Then they clean the battlefield, convert the insectoid corpses into reliable organic fertilizer, and bring it back to various planets to enrich the soil.

Time passed in a flash, and on this day, the entire universe erupted in a major event: a terrifying void energy tore through the entire Milky Way.

Even this powerful interdimensional energy caused the holy Terra's star torch in the human Empire to extinguish for a time, plunging the entire human Empire into panic.

Vast star sectors and planets lost contact, and the human Empire had no idea what was happening.

The 13th Black Crusade of Arch-Armadon Abaddon succeeded, destroying the Cadia Fortress, and the Great Rift tore open the entire Milky Way.

And these planets that lost contact with the Empire were called the Empire's Dark Worlds.

The Bar System and the Netherworld System also lay within the Empire's Dark Regions, and when this terrifying interdimensional flow reached the Netherworld and Bar Systems, it strangely produced a unique temporal energy fluctuation, causing time here to flow slowly.

Luode could clearly sense that outside time was flowing away at a yearly rate, while here, time was passing at a daily rate.

At this moment, the outside world also underwent drastic changes, almost simultaneously with Chaos Warmaster Abaddon tearing apart the entire Milky Way.

After sleeping for ten thousand years, the genetic primarch of the Limitless Warriors, Roboute Guilliman, awoke from his ten-thousand-year slumber.

With the help of the Eldar assassins and jesters, and the machine known as the Great Seer, Kaerbeliassa.

The primarch Roboute Guilliman donned the Armor of Fate, successfully resurrected, and in the same year launched the Terra Crusade, leading his army toward Holy Terra, sparking the Brother War.

He successfully claimed the position of Imperial Regent and launched the Unyielding Crusade.

While decades passed for the human Empire, the time flow in the Bar System had only passed a few days.

A vast beyond compare human fleet, under the leadership of the genetic primarch Regent Roboute Guilliman, slowly sailed toward the Bar System. (End of Chapter)