The threat posed by Magnus

"Betrayal, isn't that what you demons do best." Kiliman said.

"You will never try to fool and control me like that, Cursed One's own son."

Cherubel let out a scream.

Kiriman, however, showed no mercy as he slammed his fist into his opponent's body once more, sending him crashing into the wall with a mournful scream.

Then, with a single stroke of his sword, he cut off one of Cherubel's arms.

The power of the Cursed One was hurting Cherubel's demonic nature. It was like searing scars that tormented him all the time.

As Kiliman was about to leave more scars on his body.

Cherubel succumbed, screaming in fear, my lord.

As Kiriman watched, Cherubel gave the true name of a demon who might know the current state of subspace.

And offered a spell to detain the other.

In exchange for Kiriman's forgiveness.

Over the long years, as a demon prince, Cherubel could always get some useful information.

A demon's real name wasn't something unimaginable to him.

"Still quite knowledgeable." Kiliman retrieved the Emperor's Sword and turned to Vince Horn, "Are you able to summon the demon he was talking about? Inquisitor."

"With a full true name and ritual, that's not hard at all." Vince Horn said.

For a Demon Inquisitor, having knowledge about demons was a subject that had to be learned.

With Vince Horn's help, demons that also didn't belong to the Chaos Evil God were summoned.

It was accompanied by a chilling aura and a sickening smell of sulfur.

A demon with a hideous face, with two horns on top of its head covered in black feathers, and with a pair of goat hooves was summoned.

Before the demon could speak, Vincenhorn utilized a ritual to seal it within the demon host.

"Mortal, you have offended me." The summoned demon screamed.

"You talk too much." Kiliman grabbed his opponent's head and slammed it into the ground.

The demon screamed.

As he screamed, a terrible wave of subspace appeared, trying to obliterate everyone in the dungeon.

But Kiliman didn't let him.

The power of the Progenitor was so terrifying that it was enough to tear even its Titan apart.

The demon was overwhelmed by the power of Unity and the power of the Emperor in Kiliman, and used the Emperor's Sword to carve words of shame into his body.

Faced with its own invincibility and the ability to end its own protoform, the demon succumbs.

"Ask, son of the damned, I can answer your five questions, but whatever I know, I will tell you."

The summoned demon let out a mournful voice.

He spoke in a superimposed voice, black tears of pain left on his face.

Being enslaved by humans, and the power of the Emperor had caused him double pain.

"Tell me, where are my mutinous brothers?" Kiliman inquired.

"Logar, Peturabo, and Forgan are in the Eye of Fear." The demon said, "Mortarian is in the realm of the Lord of Pestilence, and Angron is on the Battlefield of Eternity fighting for the Lord of War and Blood."

"And Magnus?" Kiliman asked perceptively about the most sinister of the renegade Protoss.

"He left the Eye of Fear, no one knows his whereabouts, and it is rumored that he will strike out against his brother, that would be you, the Cursed One's own son, and you are the only Cursed One's own son still active." The demon let out a gasp, the immense pain causing him to seize and convulse.

Kiliman lapsed into silence.

Had Magnus come before Motarian could strike?

What would he do, throw himself into the great vortex like the original plotline?

"How should I control it." Kiliman asked in a gruff voice, looking toward the bound Cherubel.

"Carve the scripture of the Cursed One into his heart, and he will bend at your feet and serve you."

"No." The demon made a mournful sound.

"Is he telling the truth?" Kiliman inquired inwardly.

[True, your father's prayer will likely kill that demon, only your will can save him from death, if he does not wish for eternal silence, then he will have to submit to your feet.]

Receiving the answer from the auxiliary elf, Kiliman questioned Vince Horn again, and after confirming that there was no problem, he began to do it.

He broke open the demon's chest and carved the psalm of the state religion that glorified the emperor into the other's heart position.

"I need to get more information, demon. Do not disappoint me, or you will return to eternal silence."

With that, Kiliman released him back into subspace.

"Seal him up and send him up to the Maculagh's Flare, I need to get more information about subspace from him, Vince Horn, you're in charge of guarding him, and when necessary, kill him."

Kiliman looked to Vince Horn and made Cherubel's arrangements for him.

........

Kiriman stayed on Planet Tarrassa for two weeks, then left with Vince Horn and the golden coffin that sealed Cherubel, preparing to head to the Connaught Galaxy.

Before leaving, he declared the Covenant as the Grand Inquisitor, responsible for reviewing the plans of those Inquisitors, and had the right to demand an explanation for what those Inquisitors had done, or the Covenant would have the authority to stop the other party from all duties.

And the Covenant was directly responsible to him, reporting all information on a regular basis for the original body to review.

Kiliman knew that the Inquisitors had made many contributions over the long ten thousand years, and that they had thwarted many plots.

However, as the years passed, the Inquisitors with great power began to gradually deteriorate.

They used all sorts of means to seize huge amounts of wealth, carried out all sorts of heretical acts in secret, and even intentionally cultivated heretics before eliminating them as a way to gain their own honor and greater power.

Demonic Inquisitors like Vince Horn, who maintained their integrity, became an alternative instead.

After rectifying the chaotic regulatory system of the Inquisitors and incorporating it into his own transformation plan, Kiliman left.

The Inquisitor system drawbacks had accumulated for a long time, and could not be cleaned up in a moment, nor could it be changed all at once in a drastic manner to avoid the Empire losing too much blood.

It needs to be done slowly, with a new system and new ideas to make corrections.

Standing on the deck of the Maculagh's Flare.

Kiliman pondered the way forward.

Motarian and Magnus would be striking out at him, and he himself had to prepare countermeasures accordingly before he could do so.

Magnus was good at psychic powers, that was the only thing he had going for him.

There was no need to say anything about his schemes and such, it was entirely by the information asymmetry between subspace and the real universe that he acted so-called profoundly.

To put it bluntly, the bastard was somewhat intelligent, but not much.

The threat to Magnus is the asymmetry between his psychic abilities and subspace information.

Like in the original episode, while he was just coming out of subspace, he'd come in cold and throw them into a big vortex.

Who could stand something like that.

Kiliman didn't know when the bastard would attack, or else he could still make some plans.

On the Motarian side, it was okay.

Apart from spreading the plague, this bastard's brain couldn't think of any other tricks.

The plague was something that couldn't be attacked suddenly, which gave Kiliman time to respond.

The only trouble was Magnus.

"There's a serious lack of information." Kiliman sighed, humanity was always in a weak position against subspace.

And the biggest problem against subspace was the fear of being corrupted.

The most disgusting thing about subspace was one thing.

You don't fight, you lose.

You fight or you lose.

The point of corruption alone was quite insurmountable.

"Reclaiming the webway program??" Kiliman's mind flooded with drops.

The Emperor had used basically every method he could.

Establishing a community of consciousness for all of humanity? Wasn't that what the Emperor was doing now?

Establishing a new religion to fight against? Isn't the state religion?

All that was left was the establishment of a webway to isolate humanity from subspace, a plan that had not been fully implemented.

Kiliman thought about it for a moment and dismissed it.

The Chaos Evil God wouldn't let himself do that, as long as he revealed his desire to cultivate the webway, the other party would immediately join forces.

If he lost, could it be that he would have to sit on the Golden Throne? If you don't sit on it, you'll blow up the second Eye of Fear, and by then, the entire world will be the devil's.

Learning from the Star Spirit of Starcraft and establishing the so-called Kara connection.

Forget it, if one of them gets corrupted, all of them will be screwed.

The Kara connection is not safe either, it was invaded at a later stage and almost got the entire Star Spirit race under control.

Humans engage in this, and die an even more miserable death when the time comes.

Kiliman thought about it, but couldn't think of any good way to fight the subspace corruption.

At this time, Phycris came over.

"My lord, the latest news is that the Glaus family of the Natal system has issued a declaration declaring that your reforms to the Imperial system are ineffective, and that they will only follow the system left behind by the Holy Emperor."