Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

"Burp~ Brother, you can drink quite well!"

After a gourd of wine, Ryan and the Emperor sat together without knowing when, with their arms around each other's shoulders and smoking a cigarette.
The Emperor no longer had that stern poker face and said in a casual tone:
"This is nothing. I could drink these when this place was still called Earth!" The emperor stretched out a finger.

"One pound?" Ryan seemed to have double vision in his eyes: "You can't do this!"

The Emperor glared at him and crossed his arms over his chest: "Just keep drinking!"

Tang Song ignored the two drunkards. Even a highly accomplished demon fairy could not drink more than a few pounds after being drunk for a thousand days.

The two men drank two gourds of wine each, which contained ten thousand jin.

But it's not without benefits. Tang Song originally brought Ryan here to relax. Ryan has followed him for so many years, and he rarely sees Ryan drunk.

Even this big golden guy seemed to have regained a lot of his human charm after getting drunk.

Tang Song took out a cigar from the cigar box, trimmed it and lit it for himself. While puffing out the smoke from the cigar, he placed the old video recorder on the side of the table with a smile and adjusted the angle.

It's so rare to see Ryan's generous side, it would be a shame not to record it.

Ryan put his hand on the emperor's shoulder and said, "If you ask me, you can build an empire, but you are really bad at managing it. Why don't you follow us brothers?"

Before coming to the Warhammer world, Ryan went through the think tank and the information about the Warhammer world sent by the General Staff Headquarters.

Ryan shook his head and sighed at the chaotic situation in the Warhammer world, saying that this was a deformed world of war.

However, despite the shortage of supplies, lack of communication, and enemies on multiple fronts, the human empire was able to maintain this huge empire for thousands of years without collapsing.

This skill is really powerful.

If he were in the emperor's shoes, Ryan didn't think he could do better than the Emperor.

Although he manages the Heavenly Court, an organization that is tens of millions times larger than Warhammer,

But Ryan knew that the development of Heaven depended on his boss's magical Samsara Palace, which also made the development of Heaven smooth.

Over the years, the Heavenly Court has encountered powerful worlds, but it has relied on the Samsara Palace to support it.
Not only can Heaven continuously dispatch troops from the world of the heavens, but if things really don't work out it can simply give up that world without having to worry about enemy counterattacks.

It can be said that all the wars fought by the Heavenly Court over the years were favorable wars, but the human empire in this world is different.

The history of the human empire is an interstellar war that lasted for ten thousand years, fighting against the natives of the galaxy planets, fighting against the demons of the warp, fighting against the green-skinned orcs, fighting against the Tyranids, defeating the dark elves, and defeating the Eldar.
After reading the information about the Warhammer world, Ryan decided to use this world as one of the sources of troops for the Heavenly Court.

At the same time, Ryan became more and more jealous of the Regent of the Empire, who was able to pull the Human Empire back from the brink of collapse and maintain it for so long in such a difficult environment.

He told Tang Song about this idea, and Boss Tang also felt that Robert Guilliman was worth recruiting. The Heavenly Court was not short of powerful warriors, but what it lacked was management talent.

Of course, it is not difficult to deal with Robert Guilliman, just deal with his father.

This is how we have today's hotpot banquet.

The emperor had not eaten for more than ten thousand years, let alone drink. His head was dizzy at this moment. Hearing Ryan's words, he stared blankly at the red peppers rolling in the hot pot.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head gently and muttered vaguely:
"If it's possible, I mean, if it's possible..." The emperor's face turned red from drinking, and he was breathing out the alcohol:

“I would rather watch the development of mankind in this world.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow, put his arm around the emperor's shoulders, and was about to stab him harshly.

Tang Song handed over a cigar, stuffed it into the emperor's hand, and then gave one to Ryan.

"I'm curious, why would you feel comfortable handing over the empire you created to outsiders like us? Um, how did you come up with this idea?"

The emperor stared at the cigar in his hand for a moment, then imitated Ryan, cut off the cap, leaned over the lighter handed to him by Tang Song, and took a deep breath.

He forcefully exhaled a stream of thick smoke from his nostrils.

The first time the emperor smoked a cigar, he started coughing violently without any stimulation. He coughed for a long time before he got used to it.

Three men who could decide the rise and fall of the entire universe were smoking cigars beside a hot pot table. The billowing steam from the hot pot mixed with the cigar smoke, and the surrounding area was an incompatible and magnificent palace.

"My psychic power can see a corner of the future. In the past, I saw an unchanging empire! After he came, I saw a different future!" The emperor burped and said drunkenly:

"Besides, the empire is already in this state. How much worse can it get?"

"It only took you ten thousand years to take Earth from an ordinary surface civilization to the position of galactic hegemony!"

Tang Song exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at the emperor: "They say that heroes are made by the times, but in your case, it is you, the hero, who has created this era!"

The Emperor shook his head and said, "My happiest time was actually the time I spent on Earth. I had dreams and ambitions. Facing those enemies, no matter how powerful they were, I was confident that I could defeat them!"

The Emperor took a deep puff of his cigar, exhaled a puff of smoke, and frowned:
"Since I became the God-Emperor, I can't even cry or laugh as I please. I have to think about my image, the common people of the Empire, and the demons of the Warp. I don't even have anyone to talk to..."

Under the influence of alcohol, Ryan, who always gave the impression of a gentle butler, and the emperor, who always seemed high and mighty and had no friends, were arm in arm with each other, puffing smoke and talking a lot.

Ryan tells the Emperor about his experience in the German Black Magic Special Forces.

The Emperor recounted his great achievements in conquering the north and south and establishing a unified dynasty when Terra was still Earth.

Ryan talked about his and Tang Song's experiences in New York of cheating, printing counterfeit money, robbing and murder.

The Emperor told Lion how he had tricked the four demons of Slaanesh and Khorne into submission.
Of course, he was eventually avenged by the four vendors and spent ten thousand years as a living dead on the Golden Throne.
But even so, the Emperor was still very proud of it. After all, in this universe, no one except him could gain any advantage from these warp demons.

Only him!
Tang Song smoked his cigar, and from time to time he picked up his chopsticks to scoop up a few pieces of cooked meat from the hot pot and ate them with the prepared sesame sauce.

By the way, he took a moment to hold up the video recorder in one hand and record the ugly appearance of Ryan and the Emperor at this moment.

Just as Tang Song was checking the video recorder with a smile on his face, he saw the footage of Ryan drunk.

When thinking about what benefits he could get from this video, such as allowing Ryan to split into several incarnations to manage several worlds.

Or borrow tens of thousands of people from Ryan to manage the world of Yamafu.
Tsk tsk, with this video, he should be fine!

Tang Song narrowed his eyes and glanced at Ryan and the Emperor, and sighed in his heart: "It seems that I have been a bit harsh on Ryan in the past two years!

Well, otherwise, think about finding him a companion. Frank has found more than a dozen wives, including beautiful goddesses and elves.

Ryan, on the other hand, is still single after all these years. How pitiful! How pitiful! "

Perhaps feeling Tang Song's gaze, Ryan, who was arm in arm with the emperor and toasting each other, shuddered and looked at Tang Song suspiciously.

Tang Song subconsciously avoided Ryan's gaze and looked up at the ceiling. Hmm, the mural was nice, the big golden guy and his twenty angels. Hey, why are some of them painted black!
Hmm? Suddenly, Tang Song looked out of the hall, "Why is she here?"

In a side hall of the imperial palace, Tang Song sat down on a long chair with his hands spread out comfortably on the back of the chair.

A pleasing woman stepped out from the void. Her arrival was silent, even though this was the most heavily guarded palace in the entire human empire.

When she saw Tang Song, she cheered, ran to him in two or three steps, and jumped into his arms, like a black cat curled up in his arms.
The perfect figure and appearance, the short black hair, and the black leather jacket that highlights the figure are not only pleasing to the eye, but also feel great.

The sunlight shone through her head, and in the sunlight, a layer of fine hair was clearly visible on her fair, delicate face.

Two black and bright eyes were like two stars in the dark night staring at him, and Tang Song couldn't help but feel his appetite.

Selena lay in Tang Song's arms, letting this bad guy's hands stroke her body. Her fingertips circled on Tang Song's chest.

"Well, Selena, why are you here?" Tang Song's hand wandered over the black leather pants that bulged like a full moon.

Selina huddled in Tang Song's arms, humming:
"I used to be the chairman of the Dark Council. Naturally, I have to come and see such a big thing happening!"

Tang Song touched Selina's smooth short hair and said, "Don't get involved in what's going on here. If you do, it would be a bit of bullying!

I am still useful in this world!"

Since following Tang Song, Selina has successively taken charge of the vampire clan, the Dark Council, and the dark world.

As one of the empresses of the Emperor of Heaven, she naturally had no shortage of resources for cultivation. She not only practiced the Taiyin Guanghan secret method taught to her by Tang Song.

In a reincarnation world called the God Slayer, she killed several gods who were in charge of the moon, tides, and night at the root and seized their divine power.

Over the years, Selina has long been a veritable Moon Goddess, Lady of the Night, and her strength has long surpassed that of God the Father.

It is only one step away from the Golden Immortal level of the single universe.

The human empire was cut off from the subspace channel, so the communication was not at an advantage.
If Selina takes action personally, there will be no suspense in this war.

Thinking of his purpose, Tang Song scratched Selena's nose lovingly.

"I don't want to care about these things, I just missed you! Lucien told me that you were in this world, so I came here."

Selina wrapped her arms around Tang Song's body, then raised her head and covered his mouth.

A soul-destroying and bone-destroying*
Selena twisted her body in Tang Song's arms for a long time before she let go of Tang Song.

"Hehe, I didn't tell them." The pink and smooth little tongue gently licked her tempting red lips. Selina took a deep breath and smiled with narrowed eyes:
"You belong to me now, can we do it again? I suddenly found that you smell better and better!
Mmm, I really like the way you smell!"

Before Selina could finish her words, Tang Song transformed into a wolf and suppressed the daring little vampire.

Having lost contact with other planets, although it lost support, without the constraints of bloated fat, the Empire's huge and outdated war machine began to operate at full speed for the first time.

With orders coming from the Imperial Senate, from Holy Terra to a hive planet two hundred light years away,
Countless imperial civilians were recruited and, after being equipped with simple combat armor and weapons, were incorporated into the planetary defense force.

As close as Terra's native arsenal, as far away as Deimos, Titan, and Saturn's moon Titan.

Heavy tanks drove out of the military factory, ferocious Terminator power armors entered the battleship hatches under the traction of anti-gravity engines, and heavy battleships roared into the sky.

Deimos is one of the most industrialized satellites of Mars. It was later moved to Titan by the Empire using secret technology, which is also the home of the Grey Knights.

Since then, the weapons needed by the Emperor's Hunters have flowed from the foundries of Deimos.

This includes standard Astartes Chapter weapons, as well as specialized weaponry designed based on the enemy they are facing, from ammunition for the psychic guns to the deadly psychic banishment grenades.

Each weapon has been blessed by the God of All Machines to ensure that it is inherently resistant to demonic contamination.

The once-secret Grey Knights are now visible to mortals for the first time, proving that they are more than just a legend.

On various planets and hive cities, brand new anti-aircraft batteries were pointed at space, and warships that had just been pulled out of secret bases and had not even had time to be painted were cruising in space;
The radar on the battleship was turned on at full power, guarding against enemies that might jump in from the subspace at any time.

Heavy warships continuously flew into space from military factories near Holy Terra, and assembled into neat military formations near several space defense fortresses.

The empire's stored resources were emptied, and all the precious metals in the storehouse were put into the huge production line.
New warships, new Thunderhawk fighters, new chariots, new firearms and ammunition were constantly shipped out of the Mechanicus' factories and directly incorporated into the combat sequence.

The Holy Terra Empire Senate received less than twelve Terran standards of the declaration of war.

The combined fleet of more than one hundred races of the Dark Council leapt out of the subspace in a mighty manner, perhaps fearing the powerful anti-aircraft firepower of the various planets of the Empire.

This huge fleet of more than 100,000 ships did not choose to attack Holy Terra directly, but instead jumped out from near Jupiter and divided its troops into several routes.

About half of the warships were dispersed to control Mars, Titan and other important mineral and technological planets of the empire.

The rest of the fleet was heading towards the lunar hive, Holy Terra.

As the home planet of the human empire, the defense of Holy Terra and even the entire solar system must be strict.

Dozens of naval and land forces of the Human Empire, more than hundreds of thousands of fleets, rely on Holy Terra, a dozen artificial satellites near the lunar hive city, and thousands of space fortresses, and are in a defensive posture.

Robert Kidman, the regent, personally commanded the navy and the army to assemble several times more assault ships than the Dark Council.
The Moon, Mars, and Titan, these three places are strategic locations and were attacked by the Dark Council.

The Human Empire also deployed multiple defense forces and hundreds of thousands of warships in these places.

The fleets of both sides engaged in a brutal air battle nearby!

The Human Empire is well-rested, with satellites and space fortress barriers to defend, and it also has the advantage in numbers.

However, when the fleets of both sides clashed, the fleet of the human empire immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Compared to the Human Empire, whose technology has stagnated or even regressed for tens of thousands of years, the warships purchased by the Dark Council come from several top technological civilizations.

Perhaps because of the existence of Warp psychic energy, the technology tree of the Warhammer world is very different from that of the normal world from the very beginning.

Compared to the almost outrageous technology tree in the Warhammer world,
In technological worlds like Starship Troopers and Men in Black, what they pursue is the ultimate power of real cannons and huge ships.

The warships in the Warhammer world are mostly used as troop transports.

When our naval guns, output power, energy, protective shields, and even ship materials are far inferior to those of humans.

Comparing the two, it's just a fight.

The Human Empire fleet almost wiped out the warships of the Dark Council.

In the vast starry battlefield where hundreds of thousands of warships are entangled, the powerful space warriors of the human empire are of no use at all.

Not to mention ordinary Astartes, even the Grey Knights and the powerful Emperor's Guards seemed to have lost their effectiveness.

The Dark Council seemed to have been well prepared, and each warship was set up with barriers and restrictions by the dark wizards and mages.

Several Grey Knights Astartes squads that were looking for opportunities to jump to other countries to fight had no chance to break into these warships.

In the command room of the Mars Hive, Regent Robert Guilliman stared at the starry sky battlefield in front of him.

Mars, Titan, Moon.
All three places are key locations of the empire. The first two represent the empire’s arsenal and the stronghold of the Mechanicus.

Today's Mechanical Gods no longer have the research and development capabilities they once had, and are entirely supported by their former capital. If these two vital locations are breached, the technological level of the entire empire will probably regress to the level of surface civilization.

So these two places must not be lost.
But at the same time, once the lunar hive is lost, Holy Terra will face the enemy's front.

"Sir! Isn't this a ten-day bet? We can completely give up Mars and defend Terra with all our strength. As long as we hold on for ten days, we will win this war!"

A senior naval commander stood behind Robert. He looked at the commander-in-chief's back and asked in a low voice.

Robert Guilliman said without turning his head:

"The Empire has never been defeated, no matter what kind of enemy it is, Chaos Demons, Greenskins, or even those Tyranids, we have driven them back home!

What I want to do is not to fulfill the bullshit ten-day bet, I am thinking about how to defeat them!"

The naval commander's mouth opened wide, he stared at Robert Guilliman blankly, unable to utter a word.

Turning around suddenly, Robert Guilliman looked at him with a deep gaze:

"It's too dangerous to leave your fate to the charity of others, isn't it?"

Swallowing hard, the naval commander said dryly: "But, Emperor, the bet."

Roboute Guilliman reached out and flicked the specks of dust off the commander's power armor.

He sighed softly, "I know what you want to say, a being powerful enough to destroy the entire Tyranid race in an instant!"

Robert Guilliman's eyes seemed a little vacant:

"But even if we fail, it's good to be able to show the value of the empire!"

After a moment of silence, Robert Guilliman looked into the commander's eyes and said sincerely:
"Fred, even if it's a hound, the treatment of a hound that can hunt and a hound that can only bark is very different. I think you should understand this principle!"

Hearing Robert's words, the veins on the neck of Alfred, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Navy, bulged. It was obvious that he did not want to accept the fate of the empire.

He punched the table beside him, and a hole was punched through the ten-centimeter-thick alloy table top. It was obvious that the Imperial Navy Commander was also a powerful Space Marine.

"The fate of the empire was determined ten thousand years ago. I accept this fate."

Robert Guilliman looked up at the star map representing the war. Each red dot represented the fall of an Imperial warship.

“The technological level of these outsiders is far superior to that of the Empire. Perhaps it is related to this gambling game. I can see that they are restraining themselves and have not used more powerful weapons!

The outcome of this war was already determined from the beginning, but I want to add a weight to this gamble!"

"What exactly do you want to do?" Alfred looked at the regent in front of him with some concern.

"Fred, you should know the strengths of the Empire. The genetically modified Space Marines are the cornerstone of the Empire's longevity!"

"Since our technological level is not as high as theirs, we have to show our value. Otherwise, even if we serve as dogs for others, no one will be interested in us if we don't bite anyone!"

Robert Guilliman said dimly: "Send my location coordinates, let them know that the Regent of the Empire is here, in the Mars Hive!
Also, transfer all the defense ships near Mars to the Moon and Titan!"

"No! It's too dangerous for you to do this!" Alfred trembled, looked at Robert Guilliman, and objected fiercely.

"If the end of this gambling game means the end of the empire, then let me present a perfect farewell ceremony for the empire!"

Robert Guilliman waved his hand gently and said gently: "I think even in other universes, our Space Marines are the best soldiers. Let's show them to the powerful being who destroyed Tyranids!"

"What a joke!?" Alfred's face twitched, and he said in a low voice:

"I understand what you mean. If you really want to please that kind of big shot in the Colosseum, you can't do it. The empire can lose a naval commander, but it can't lose a regent!

I'll take care of this matter!"

Robert Guilliman looked back at Alfred, frowned helplessly and said:

"You! Fred, you are good at commanding the navy, but you are not good at commanding a battle group!
My regiment can only show its true strength when I command it myself!"

(Thank you for the reward, I am so grateful, sob)

(End of this chapter)