Roundtable Viewing: Perturabo Branch

Discovery: The air was filled with deadly poison, and it was continuously harming my body. The ground had been warped by a force that could not yet be analyzed, and like the air, it was lethal.

Conclusion: This was not a mere illusion. Compared to the previous two experiences, its reality had grown stronger still.

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That so-called Narrator Machine had done something very dangerous.

Ending his thoughts, Perturabo raised his head and stared. Everywhere he looked was a horrifying scene. Though he found it difficult to endure, he continued observing those monsters.

He had read many precious, solitary copies of books passed down from the era of Ancient Terra, covering every subject. Some were twisted products of their authors' unrestrained imaginations.

Judging by their appearances, they might have been the "demons" of folklore and religious tales, tasked with tormenting the souls of the dead according to the sins they had committed in life.

In Perturabo's view, those words and illustrations were filled with fear of religion, as well as longing for some so-called "heaven" after death.

But even if every monster within them had been made real, they still could not compare to the hell before his eyes.

Humanity could not imagine things it had never seen. No matter how grotesque the monsters in those rare books were, they always had bulls' horns, goats' eyes, and cloven hooves. Though these creatures shared certain traits with them, a single glance was enough to make one realize that they truly existed, rather than being fictional or imagined.

An indescribable chill and revulsion, rising from the depths of his marrow, now truly coiled within Perturabo's heart.

He involuntarily pressed his lips tightly together, barely restraining his anger before beginning his assessment.

*If I were to defeat them, how many troops