I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Goth Galaxy.

Nedo Planet, Smith.

This was a very ordinary Nedo Planet under the control of the human empire.

The so-called Nedo Planet was the so-called resident star or work star of the human empire.

The entire surface of the planet was filled with skyscrapers!

Buildings with hundreds of stories were considered low slums here.

Huge buildings with thousands of floors, or even deep into the atmosphere, were everywhere on the planet!

A Nedo Planet usually had tens of billions of people or even hundreds of billions of people.

On Nedo Planet, the class was extremely clear and distinct.

The nobles on the upper level all lived in high-rise buildings with ample light. There were even man-made lakes, yachts, beaches, and other ancient enjoyment projects.

On the other hand, mortals and merchants lived in the middle level. They could share a little of the sunlight and occasionally enjoy the nourishment of the sunlight.

Families with better conditions could even afford to raise a few pots of plants and a pet.

On the lower level, there was no daylight. The damp, dark, and chaotic bottom level, where the sun could never be seen, lived criminals, exiles, and the poorest mortals in Nedo.

Gangs, assassins, as well as all sorts of infiltrators and heretics, all lived in these places.

The people of the Court of Justice might conduct a thorough and merciless purge of the lower levels of Nedo Planet every few days!

Everything was for the Emperor!

Everything was for the orthodoxy!

At this moment, the governor of Smith Nedo Planet, Pycelle, was solemnly looking at the image on the monitor in front of him.

“Who authorized these aliens to come to my jurisdiction?” Pycelle asked the person behind him, his tone filled with anger.

The monitor projected the entire scene in the seventh Beehive City’s lower Nest Theater on Smith Nedo Planet.

Thousands of local ruffians, hooligans, and criminals were shouting and yelling.

On the stage, the sharp-eared spirit aliens were performing.

“Governor…” the secretary standing behind Pycelle answered carefully, “The order was issued directly from the Court of Justice!”

“The warrant issued has the mark of the Cardinal!”

“We don’t know who it is yet, but we can be sure that the order was issued by the Cardinal of the Court of Justice!”

“D*mn it!” Pycelle couldn’t help but curse in his heart.

But what could he do?

The Court of Justice?

Who could afford to provoke the Court of Justice?

That was the most pious and crazy group of people to the Emperor.

The Holy Army controlled by the Court of Justice was an opponent that even the Great Devil of Chaos was terrified of.

But…

Pycelle’s brows were tightly furrowed.

The stage on the monitor had already reached its climax.

The alien that was playing the role of the Great Devil of Chaos was speaking blasphemy and calling out the name of the taboos.

“The great commander-in-chief is invincible!”

Then, the clown wearing the mask stepped on the guy who was playing the role of commander-in-chief.

When Pycelle saw this, he was so scared that he immediately turned off the monitor.

Commander-in-chief…

That was taboo!

Even in the empire, no one dared to mention the commander-in-chief’s name, let alone this provocation?

These aliens…

Did they want to die?

Did they really think the commander-in-chief had fallen asleep in the Eye of Fear?

What if he launched another Dark Expedition?

With this thought in mind, Pycelle ordered his secretary behind him, “Send my orders. Prepare the fastest starship and dock it at my private berth. Order the starship’s engine to remain active. I want to use it at any time!”

General Abaddon, the strongest Black Star Trooper of Chaos after Horus.

He was a Black Star Trooper of Chaos who had countless beliefs and followers.

Therefore, even if Abaddon did not know about what happened on Smith, once word spread to a certain group of Black Star Troopers of Chaos who believed in Abaddon and followed him…

Smith would not be able to escape this calamity!

The entire Goth Galaxy would probably be plowed!

But what could he do?

The agreement between the Eldar race and the Court of Justice was not something he could question.

Otherwise, there would probably be an assassin from Caledus sending him to meet the Emperor on that night!

He would even send a judge from the Court of Justice to execute him.

“In any case, even if it’s unlucky, it’s the mortals who are unlucky!” Pycelle thought.

Therefore, he felt at ease.

Ever since the chaos caused by Horus, the empire had been like this.

The loyal, pure, and powerful Black Star troopers guarded the empire’s vast space zone.

The honest and reliable Court of Justice dealt with the heretics and aliens from top to bottom.

The valiant and fearless Star Realm Army patrolled the vast space zone.

The mortals were living in a dream.

For someone like Pycelle, it was acceptable to give up a Nedo Planet.

What he could not accept was that he had to take the blame for this.

Therefore, he instructed his secretary, “By the way, prepare the orders issued by the Court of Justice and the performances of the aliens at Nest Theater!”

The secretary smiled and lowered his head. “Yes, governor!”

However, his hand was already on the control pistol at his waist.

He gently pulled it out and aimed it at the governor.

Bang!

Pycelle’s brain splattered all over the office.

The secretary’s appearance slowly changed.

In the end, he became exactly the same as Pycelle.

Clearly, Governor Pycelle had never known that the secretary who had been loyal to him for more than twenty years was actually a spy sent by the Assassin Court to spy on him.

Of course…

It was also possible that this secretary had been replaced by the Caledus assassin of the Assassin Court at some point in time.

Just like now…

The assassin had replaced the governor.

After skillfully disposing of Pycelle’s body, the man from the Assassin Court sat on the governor’s chair.

He turned on the monitor and looked at the play that was still being performed.

It was a blasphemy, and it could even be said that it was a provocation and mockery of the commander-in-chief.

In the performance, General Abaddon was completely portrayed as a clown, including the twelve dark expeditions that he was proud of!

There was no doubt about it!

This would definitely trigger the commander-in-chief’s anger!

But…

The assassin smiled. “What does this have to do with me?”

The assassins of the Assassin Court would only obey orders.

As for the survival of Nedo Planet, the life and death of the tens of billions of people on Nedo Planet had nothing to do with him.

Ever since the Emperor had sat on the Golden Throne, the empire had given up and sacrificed trillions of people in order to survive!

Mortals…

In the eyes of the empire’s higher-ups, they were not worth mentioning!

Even psionic power users were only consumables.

Every day, the bishops of the orthodoxy would hold a ceremony and offer the flesh and soul of a thousand psionic power users to the Emperor.

This was so that the Emperor’s will could continue to maintain the torch that lit up the subspace.

Thus, the assassin’s heart was even colder than a machine.

He looked at the monitor and thought to himself, “Just why are these Eldar race… like this?’

He knew that this deal was going on behind the scenes.

A month ago, several of the highest lords in the Tyra Parliament had informed the Court of Justice, the Assassin Court, and the Star Realm Army that the three Arks of the Eldar had simultaneously proposed a deal to the empire.

The content of the deal was to allow a troupe of the Eldar race to move freely in all the Nedo Planets of the Goth Galaxy and hold performances. The empire was not allowed to interfere and had to do everything possible to assist and protect the troupe’s performances.

In exchange, the Eldar race had promised to allow the empire to use the portal controlled by the spiritual race three times.

Naturally, this deal was immediately approved!

The opportunity to use the warp portal three times!

It was worth it for the empire to pay any price!

Not to mention, it was just a small theater group’s activity in a dilapidated space zone like the Goth Galaxy.

Even if they were desecrating and infuriating the commander-in-chief and might even cause Nedo Planet to become the target of the Black Star Troopers of Chaos, the deal was still approved at the speed of light!

This was because even the high lords of the Supreme Council and the bishops of the Court of Justice valued their lives.

The Eldar race’s portal meant that even in the most dangerous situation, the important figures could escape any danger.

Even in front of the great devourer, they could quickly retreat through the portal!

The cause of Pycelle’s death was here.

He was actually unwilling to stay here obediently and even dared to preserve evidence.

Such a heretic deserved to die!

As the assassin thought about it, he thought of another mission.

To monitor the Eldar’s troupe.

To find out why they had to pay such a price?

After all, the portal was the Eldar’s top secret!

It could be traced back to an even more distant era before the golden age.

It was rumored that the ancient sages had mastered the technology.

The internet portal was the only known network that could avoid dangerous subspace and travel at superluminal speed.

It was not just the empire that was eyeing it.

It was rumored that even the space undead was coveting it.

“Why would I suddenly think of the space undead?” The assassin was puzzled.

Those were taboos.

Taboos that were no less than chaos!

He would not know that at this moment, on the back of the Smith…

A strange starship slowly detached from subspace.

The noble sitting in the bridge command module slowly twisted its metalhead. Its dark green eye sockets were flowing with the glow of electrons.

It was like a robot in the golden era, its metal jaw making a cracking sound.

“Trace the signal source!” The control system in the bridge made an electronic sound.

Countless data flashed in the noble’s eyes.

It slowly turned around and looked at the cabin behind it.

In the cabin, there were many spirits.

The spirits had completely merged with the surrounding metal.

Their bodies were half steel and half flesh.

However, they were still reciting the holy scripture devoutly, “Ring the bell once, push the lever…”

As they recited, the rate at which the spirits merged with the surrounding machinery and steel increased.

What was worse was that even the powerful starship under their feet was being activated.

There was no doubt about it!

This was a terrifying discovery for the space undead.

Therefore, in half a month, when it sent out scouts to track down an orc world, it discovered these spirits and their ships.

Then, it and its subordinates discovered with great fear that these things, including the ship itself, were chanting terrifying scriptures while constantly radiating everything around it!

These spirits reminded it of the history of a long time ago.

At that time, the space undead race was still a weak and insignificant flesh and blood civilization.

At that time, the demons in the subspace had not yet been born.

At that time, the spirits had not yet been created.

At that time, humans had not yet appeared.

At that time, the Milky Way was still peaceful.

That was because the ancient sages ruled the Milky Way!

The space undead claimed to be afraid of imprisonment.

Their flesh and blood restricted them and imprison them.

They envied the eternal life of the ancient sages and were afraid of death.

Hence, they challenged the ancient sages and were defeated without any suspense.

Until… Those fearing death encountered a terrible existence who claimed to be the “Star God”.

The Star Gods also hated the ancient sages.

Hence, they promised to help those afraid of death defeat the ancient sages and give them eternal life.

With the help of the Star Gods, those afraid of death became the space undead.

They obtained eternal life but they also became the Star Gods’ slaves and cannon fodder!

It was only when the Silent King awakened that he led the space undead to surround and kill all the Star Gods.

Only then did the space undead finally obtain freedom and control their own destiny!

Following that, they fell into a long slumber.

A slumber that lasted for tens of millions of years!

However…

Now, the space undead discovered that the Star Gods…

Might not be extinct!

Or perhaps, there was something even more terrifying than the Star Gods.

That thing had transformed these spirit races and created all this terror.

If it was the former…

Every space undead knew that once the Star Gods were revived, those terrifying powerful creatures would definitely launch an attack on the space undead and might completely strip them of everything they had now.

If it was the latter…

Then…

This was probably a chance for the space undead!

A chance to transcend the present and advance further!

It was just like how the Star Gods of the past had turned those who feared death day and night into the space undead of today.

Thinking of this, the aristocrat among the Space Undead pressed a button.

The entire starship was completely hidden in the background of the stars.

All the sensors on the starship were turned on.

The prehistoric warship, which had been built to defeat the ancient sages, was completely revived.

Therefore, nothing in the entire starfield could escape the starship’s surveillance.

Soon, a picture was transmitted to the starship.

The masked Eldar was taking the curtain call with her troupe.

The performance was over.

The moment they looked at her, all the sensors lit up with red light!

That was the target!

An Eldar that had left the orc starfield alive.

The eye sockets of the space undead were flooded with data.

Countless sensors in its metallic body were warning it.

Danger!

The Eldar had a smell that made it fear.

It was a danger that could end it!

Something even more terrifying than chaos, even stranger than the Star God, had come into contact with this spirit before!

… …

Klein walked back to her resting place.

Beside her, a few spirit masters were protecting her closely because Klein was now carrying the hope of the entire spirit race.

The hope of breaking away from becoming food for perverts!

This was not only the judgment of the Laughing God.

It was also the prophecy of several prophets.

Therefore…

Protecting and supporting her at all costs became the choice of all the spirits.

Klein suddenly stopped and raised her head.

A mechanical clock appeared above her head.

Tick Tock Tock Tock.

The needle moved and pointed to a new point.

Her mission was completed today.

Within a month, she let 300 million people see and know the story, the story of Commander Abaddon.

A story that completely satirized and blasphemed the commander of Chaos!

And a new mission popped out from the clock.