With the return of Kiriman, most of the affairs within the Ultramar Star Region have resumed normalcy, and Duanmu Huai, as a meeting gift, gave Kiriman two presents.

One was a reality stabilizing anchor, and the other was faster-than-light travel.

The faster-than-light travel technology in Duanmu Huai's possession comes from the Galactic Empire, a place where even fighter jets can use this crazy tech. Naturally, the technology is as mature as it can be, so after using the reality stabilizing anchor to construct a large stable region of the physical universe, Duanmu Huai handed over the faster-than-light travel technology to Kiriman for research.

The principles of faster-than-light travel are not incomprehensible for Kiriman, given that the Tyron Swarm also uses this technique. Of course, in terms of distance, faster-than-light travel is not faster than subspace travel, sometimes even slower, but... it's safe!

The biggest problem with subspace travel is insecurity, after all, subspace is the domain of the Evil Gods; if they want to mess with you, just not letting you out of subspace turns you into a fish on the chopping board, ready to be butchered.

In contrast, even if faster-than-light travel is a bit slower, the Evil Gods can't meddle with it.

If the Evil Gods could control faster-than-light travel, the Tyron Swarm wouldn't have managed to go crazy in the Milky Way. From this perspective, faster-than-light travel is indeed a safer technology than subspace travel. If Duanmu Huai didn't have the net path, he would also use faster-than-light travel instead of subspace travel.

Duanmu Huai's thought is to first master the faster-than-light travel technology, and then after Kiriman fully equips himself, it's not too late to head to Terra. After all, Terra isn't going anywhere, that old cured meat is still sitting up there, so even if something happens, it's not a big deal. Conversely, with Kiriman fully awake, being the only loyal Primordial not caught by the Chaos Evil Gods and not missing, Kiriman now is like a hot commodity to the Evil Gods, everyone wants him.

Therefore, Duanmu Huai advises Kiriman for safety's sake, to first stabilize operations, and only after completing the research on faster-than-light travel should he set off.

However, in this matter, Kiriman is distinctly anxious, he wishes to head to Terra as soon as possible to meet The Emperor...

"So I say, that piece of old cured meat isn't going to run away there, why are you in such a hurry."

Duanmu Huai sat helplessly on the sofa, his eyes vacant as he gazed at the subspace glow outside, muttering incessantly—the good thing was that only he and Kiriman were there, otherwise, hearing his blasphemous rant, others might faint straightaway.

"The Chaos Evil Gods find it hard to deal with him, much easier with you. Are you in such a hurry to deliver yourself?"

"I must do this."

Kiriman still explained a sentence regarding Duanmu Huai's complaints.

"Moreover, you also mentioned it, currently Cadia needs rebuilding, only by seeing The Emperor and obtaining a legitimate position can I command the Imperial. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what? It's not like you haven't managed the Second Empire."

"Cough cough cough!!"

Upon hearing Duanmu Huai's sarcasm, Kiriman started coughing violently.

"That's just a temporary measure! A temporary measure!"

"You might as well establish another Second Empire, better than the current Otrimas."

Duanmu Huai silently retorted again, then withdrew his gaze. Actually, he also understood Kiriman's intentions. Although in Duanmu Huai's view, what's most urgent for the Imperial right now is the research and development of faster-than-light travel technology, for Kiriman, the greatest current danger comes from Cadia. Only by going to Terra and acquiring real power can he have the authority to draw upon Imperial forces.

Faster-than-light travel is not an issue that can be resolved in the short term, so Kiriman heading to Terra first isn't unreasonable.

Only...

"Seems like you don't quite like subspace travel?"

Noticing Duanmu Huai sighed again, Kiriman inquired.

"Of course, I hate these troublesome things not within my control the most; let me tell you a story."

"?"

"On a certain planet, there was a Demon King, well, calling him a Demon King, but in truth, he was just a lackey for the Chaos Evil Gods. Using the power bestowed upon him by the Evil God, he controlled this world. And the people of this world didn't choose to give up; it's just that the Demon King's palace was heavily surrounded by the army, so it was tough to break through. Thus, with the help of a powerful Psychic, the heroes formed a squad, attempting to teleport into the royal palace to assassinate the Demon King."

"And then?"

"Then the teleportation failed, of course."

Duanmu Huai spread both hands.

"The members of the Hero Squad were scattered to various corners, and there was even an unlucky guy who got teleported right in front of the Demon King; before he could react, the Demon King struck him down with a knife, and the others met similar fates. This story tells us, when you want to accomplish something very important, don't foolishly rely on powers you can't control."

"I understand your point, Your Honor, the Judge, but it's merely a matter of probabilities..."

"Knock, knock, knock."

Yet, before Kiriman finished speaking, urgent knocking sounded at the door, followed by a Limit Warrior walking in.

"My apologies for disturbing you, sir, but we've encountered trouble!"

A subspace storm begins to swell.

An unimaginably large-scale hurricane suddenly appears, obscuring all the roads originally meant for passage, and even the Star Torch's glow flickers unsteadily, almost indistinct. Navigators let out painful screams, clutching their heads tightly, muttering gibberish that even madmen wouldn't comprehend.

"We must leave subspace and return to the real world, sir!"

The captain of Makurag's Glory reported to Kiriman with a solemn expression, and the latter nodded in agreement to his request.

Soon, to avoid the sudden monstrous waves appearing in subspace, one warship after another passed through the dark curtain and reappeared in the physical universe. However, before the warships could recover from the shock of spatial travel, countless glaring firelights suddenly appeared around, and fierce artillery fire tore apart those warships that didn't have time to react, with even Makurag's Glory suffering severe attacks.

At first, Kiriman wanted to figure out what exactly was happening, but he quickly realized there was no need. Because he looked up and saw the enemy fleet in front of him, and amidst the fleet, a colossal pyramid. It was once the wonder of Prospero, the capital of the Thousand Sons' home.

And now, it appeared in front of Kiriman with a size a thousand times larger than before, like a planetary fortress.

Kiriman silently glanced at Duanmu Huai, then withdrew his gaze. Of course, he wouldn't forget the story Duanmu Huai had just told him, and from the current situation of the Thousand Sons Fleet, it was clear they had been lying in ambush here, so the sudden subspace storm was quite evident in its nature.

Accompanied by a low chuckle, Magnus appeared in front of Kiriman, his single eye staring at Kiriman, revealing a trace of smugness.

"Long time no see, my brother. By the way… I don't remember you being so… short."

"Even after ten thousand years, you still haven't learned to restrain your arrogance."

Kiriman glared coldly at Magnus's phantom, his tone filled with disgust and hatred.

"It seems you haven't been doing well these years."

"Ah…"

Magnus spread his hands, seemingly exaggerating a sigh.

"You're always aiming too high while being shortsighted, and that's exactly why you'll never catch up to me—look around…"

As Magnus spoke, he stretched out his hand, spiritual energy vibrating in his palm.

"This is the true power."

Kiriman wanted to say something, but it was at this moment that Duanmu Huai broke in.

"Enough, Kiriman, there's nothing worth saying to this fool. He's just an illiterate who knows nothing about subspace."

"What did you say?"

"I said, you big red-skinned one-eyed Oga are just an illiterate who knows nothing about subspace, you idiot!"

Duanmu Huai flipped off Magnus, and at the same time, destruction magic exploded instantly. Magnus's phantom immediately vanished completely amidst furious and unwilling roars.

Hmm, disconnecting right after swearing, it feels great.

Duanmu Huai picked up the War Hammer, staring at Kiriman.

"Give me a jumping torpedo, I'll take good care of this bastard!"

"Boom—————!!"

Meanwhile, within the silent chamber, a deafening explosion suddenly resonated. Magnus stood there with a grim expression, in front of him, the once luxurious altar was blown to smithereens, surrounded by Thousand Sons Wizards shattered like broken statues, Magnus viciously stared at the ruined altar in front of him, clenching his jaw, feeling the fire of anger burning within his heart.

What had he heard?

Did Magnus not understand subspace?

Such arrogance! Such ignorance! Such barbaric words!

"Good… very good…"

Magnus forced himself to push down his inner anger, he looked away and turned to leave.

Of course, he could feel the psychic energy fluctuations that had just interfered with him from the other side, meaning that was also a psychic user? How absurd, it was clear that he knew nothing about his own power, just playing some psychic tricks, and thought he could compare himself to him—Magnus?

He would regret this.

Magnus reached out, grasping his weapon, the fire of anger in his single eye undiminished.

He would show that foolish barbarian what true power was, the power of knowledge, the power of psychic energy!

That was a realm forever out of reach for the ignorant and arrogant!

And he, is here now!

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