Kilsager and Chat Groups

"Mother, I have successfully replaced these two guys in the Sirens Network." With a strange energy fluctuation, a dazzling purple light began to rapidly gather around Killzag.

In the blink of an eye, the light condensed into a clearly discernible human figure.

This figure is none other than Vera Machine God's Touch, the fourth Unified Apostle under Kirsage's command.

Vera was graceful, wearing a tight-fitting battle suit that shimmered with purple light, perfectly outlining her beautiful curves.

Her long, silver hair, cascading like a waterfall, danced in the wind, radiating a captivating luster; her delicate face was adorned with a pair of deep, expressive purple eyes, like the most brilliant stars in the night sky.

Vera possesses such powerful abilities because Kirsage granted her mechanical powers.

With this extraordinary power, she can easily modify and manipulate any technological device that has not taken targeted defensive measures.

Even the Sirens' network system proved vulnerable to Vera.

Upon hearing the good news from Vera, Killer nodded in satisfaction, a faint smile playing on his lips.

She gently stroked the obedient Observer sitting on the ground and said softly, "Well done, my child. Now, continue to collect more advanced body structure diagrams. With these precious diagrams, we will be able to start injecting flesh and blood into some of the ribs."

At this moment, Taracin was intently fiddling with the exquisite figurine in his hands.

In order to create a powerful apostle like Vera, who was halfway to the God of Myriad Machines, he spared no expense, even consuming an extremely rare fragment of a Star God.

This fragment was originally the generous reward he and Kirsar had agreed upon during an important transaction.

Vera walked lightly to Killer's side, bent down, and gently kissed Killer's left hand.

Immediately afterwards, her body was once again enveloped in purple light, instantly transforming into a dazzling ribbon of light before vanishing without a trace.

After watching Vera leave, Tarasin slowly raised his head, looked calmly at Kirsa, and said in a nonchalant tone, "I have to admit that Vera does have extraordinary potential. Perhaps one day in the future, she may even surpass you in what she achieves."

After saying this, Taracin lowered his head again, continuing to immerse himself in the world of figurines, as if everything he had just said was nothing more than casual conversation.

“I don’t think so.” Killer’s lips curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile, while the pressure on his hand gradually increased without him even realizing it.

Her slender, long fingers gripped the observer's delicate face tightly, causing a faint blush to instantly spread across her fair skin.

As the power continued to increase, the observer began to involuntarily let out bursts of uncomfortable groans.

“You should understand the true meaning of the One God.” Kirsaji’s eyes were piercing as he stared directly at Tarasin before him.

Meanwhile, Taracin, who was being watched by her, remained calm and composed. She silently put away the exquisite figurine in her hand, then gently slapped Kirsaji's hand away and put the tormented observer into the Dimensional Cube.

After completing these actions, Taracin slowly spoke, "Next, as long as we can successfully complete the in-depth analysis of the Mind Cube, the Necromancer of Space will be able to realize the wish that it has been dreaming of for tens of millions of years."

"Congratulations!" Killer Saber smiled and clapped his hands in celebration.

However, she knew very well that Tarachin was by no means the kind of idealist full of romantic sentiments.

Once they successfully achieve this groundbreaking research result, they will absolutely not easily share it with other space dead without compensation.

It is foreseeable that a unified dynasty of the Dead is about to stir up waves in the Warhammer universe.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Mie Zhan stared intently at the Purifier's head, his eyes filled with curiosity—why hadn't this guy died yet? The Purifier's eyes widened as well, and he wondered to himself: why haven't I died and gone back to my original state yet?

Faced with such a bizarre scene, even the well-informed Queen Elizabeth couldn't help but feel somewhat helpless.

After hesitating for a moment, she shook her head helplessly and said to Mie Zhan, "This... why don't you take it back?"

Clearly, this esteemed Queen is facing such a difficult situation for the first time in her life.

"Alright then." Mie Zhan sighed helplessly, her gaze falling on the chat group screen, where the message that Kira had sent her caught her eye.

The fact that the Purifiers' current situation was all caused by her and Tarasin left Mie Zhan somewhat dumbfounded.

After successfully clearing out the Siren warships, the Eastern Empire's visiting fleet prepared to set sail.

The Purifier's head, considered a special trophy, lay quietly in the cabin, waiting to be taken back to Donghuang.

"Senior, what is the origin of this black sword in your hand...? May I try it out?" Bismarck, who had just finished the battle and hadn't had time to properly compose herself, was filled with self-reproach.

Looking at the powerful Mie Zhan before him and the black sword in her hand that exuded a mysterious aura, his desire for power grew stronger.

"Uh, I'm afraid that won't work. You probably won't be able to use it." Mie Zhan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and finally shook his head, refusing Bismarck's request.

After all, this black sword is not something an ordinary person can handle, and it was custom-made for her by Kirsaj. If Bismarck were to try it rashly, it might cause some unexpected consequences.

Upon hearing this answer, Bismarck's already somewhat dejected expression instantly became even more gloomy.

However, just then, fearing that Bismarck would be saddened by this, Mitterrand quickly comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, it's alright. I'm here, I will definitely protect you!"

As he spoke, Mie Zhan gently tiptoed and reached out to tenderly pat Bismarck's head.

Feeling the warm touch on his head, Bismarck slowly knelt on the ground and then brought his head close to the other's, like a well-behaved kitten, enjoying the care and comfort from the other.

“But… I also hope to have enough power to protect you…” Just as Bismarck murmured these words, before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a gentle yet firm force tightly embracing her head.

It turned out that Miszar opened his arms without hesitation and hugged Bismarck tightly.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the whole world consisted only of the two of them embracing.

"If you still harbor such a strong determination after returning to the East, then bravely come and explain to me." Mie Zhan's gaze was full of affection, warming Bismarck's heart like the warm spring sun.

Her voice was gentle yet firm, like a decree that gave Bismarck boundless courage.

Upon hearing these words, a resolute glint flashed in Bismarck's eyes. She nodded vigorously and solemnly replied, "I will definitely prove my strength and determination to you!"

At this moment, the setting sun cast its golden rays upon the two beautiful ship girls, draping them in a shimmering golden robe.

"Can ship girls have babies?" Warspite, who was originally going to say goodbye, put away her binoculars.

"My silly sister, of course not." Queen Elizabeth sat on the Royal Ark, watching the departing Eastern Empire fleet.

A purple light silently captured the moment when Mitterrand and Bismarck embraced, then departed without a second thought.