Queen of Blades......

Jim's mind suddenly went back to a long time ago, when he had first met her.

"You pig!" She yelled at Jim.

"I didn't say anything!" Jim snapped, but there was something of weakness in his tone.

"Yes, but you thought about it." She pointed to her head.

She's a ghost, and reading other people's thoughts is like breathing to her.

So, he started the first cooperation in such a small misunderstanding.

"Hey? Buddy? Tykes, who was always wearing battle armor, gently touched Jim Renault, who was immersed in the past and even began to bewitch Hazi, with his hand, and Jim Renault, who was interrupted by Tykes Finley, looked at them in dismay.

There's no going back.

Matt looked at him worriedly, and Tykes didn't know when he lit another cigar, and the two of them just stood here to remind him that it was all over.

Yes, there is no going back.

Renaud rubbed his forehead.

"As long as we are careful, we may be able to snatch that artifact right under the noses of the insects and the star spirits."

Renault said, Tykes smiled, and Matt nodded solemnly.

"We need more troops to prevent a possible attack by the insects, and we need to transfer some of the attacking troops, anyway, this group of Tadarin Star Spirits has been defeated by our attack."

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"It's a fart!" Piris yelled, and the team leader's irritable actions aroused the curiosity of the team members.

"The command center has taken a significant portion of the Marines and siege tanks, you see-"

Following Piris's finger, the siege tanks, which were supposed to move on, began to turn, and part of the Marines turned around.

Roughly half of each class.

"Dealing with the Star Spirit and sending troops away, it's just a bastard!"

It seems that Piris is a person who has no confidence in fighting the Star Spirit, and he rarely says good things from the beginning of the battle, and this time it is obviously even more unpleasant.

"It's okay, Captain." One of the team members walked up to comfort: "Maybe there is a tight battle somewhere, and you need support." What's more, we're very close to the temple, and we won't need so many men to fight hand-to-hand. ”

Soon, the procession, which had stopped due to the need to divide the troops, started again. Along the way, I didn't see many Tadarin Star Spirits who didn't know whether they were alive or dead. Soon, the location of the temple began to appear on the radar, and as the soldiers and tanks loaded with the radar approached the temple, dense optoelectronic light appeared on the radar.

The Star Spirit seemed to have spotted them early in the morning.

The line is neatly arranged, and the light points appear neat and imposing on the radar.

Huge and mottled information is fed back into the command center, and the computer gets the information of the other party after a little processing.

Zealots in number three hundred, killers in number forty.

Jim frowned.

The Rangers who assaulted the temple retreated and were now left with thirty-two siege tanks, twenty-four raiders, and more than a hundred marines.

Normally, the unequal mass ratio of human beings to astral spirits is huge. If you can't crush them in numbers, then it's the humans who will lose. Due to the fact that the Rangers have a high-level class of siege tanks, this head-on clash will end in heavy losses for the Rangers.

Every soldier is precious and irretrievable.

Renault began to regret the transfer of the troops—but at this point, they had to be used against the Spirits.

Gathering his emotions, Jim began to survey the terrain so that he could find an opportunity to deal with the star spirits.

Wide and straight. On both sides are the astral style infrastructure decorations, and there is no doubt that the astral troops in front of the temple have placed the venue for the decisive battle in the huge and spacious avenue in front of the temple. A row of fifty fanatics filled the entire avenue. And there are six rows of such fanatics.

The wide avenue, in front of the temple, in the presence of the gods, to attack the enemies who dared to invade the temple, to fight to the death, to drink the blood of the enemy—this is indeed an act that a Star Zealot can do.

Once again, Renault observed the terrain, somewhat incredulous.

Indeed, while giving Tadarin the Star Spirit the space and glory to charge himself, it also gave the Rangers the opportunity to fight. The wide avenue can accommodate fifty zealots standing side by side, and it can also accommodate fifty marines standing, and even some of them can be replaced by shield-breaking and psionic raiders, so this battle seems very easy.

Siege tanks shoot from long range, Marauders break shields and slow down with EMP grenades, and Marines form barrages with bullets or even kill fanatics – perfect combat.

As for the killers? Their particle cannon is indeed powerful, but in a way, they are not much of a threat in this battle.

Since the plan has been formed in the heart, it is to improve it in the heart and then implement it.

The command center issued several orders, and after dispersing the siege tank squads to the high ground near the avenue, ordered the marines to form a formation with the raiders and walk slowly forward.

The soldiers complained about the stupid command of the command center to "arrange fifty in a row", and yet this order seemed so unreliable, they did it anyway.

Because they believe in Commander Renault.

The Marines and Marauders looked particularly comical with their shoulders high and low, and they laughed at each other as a way to relieve the stress of war.

Soon, they couldn't laugh anymore.

In the golden afterglow of the stars, the neatly dressed Zealots looked like gods. As for the golden glow and the sense of discord between the fanatics with black and red tones, this godly aura became completely insignificant.

"Attack! Bloodbath invaders in the name of the gods! The Dead Apostle shouted.

The psionic energy gathered between the arms, and under the amplification of the crystals of the arms, the psionic energy changed into substance, forming a psionic blade that sharpens iron like clay and chops everything like chopping cabbage.

"Da Da Da !!!"

The Marines pulled the trigger desperately, the bullets in the magazines flew away, and the density actually made it possible for almost every charging fanatic to eat the slow bullets.

Although these bullets can only create a slight marriage on the Psionic Shield.

The speed of the grenade is much slower than the speed of the bullet, and it takes almost a third of the way for the Zealot to come into contact with the psionic shield.

The exploding grenade caused shield decay and slowing down in a small area, weakening the Zealot's defense and speed while the siege tank shells arrived.

"The astral spirit troops that fought the decisive battle with the human race, all wiped out?" The Dead Apostle, who had focused almost all his attention on the insects, was terrified, and the zealots in front of him reported to him, their armor tattered and their psionic abilities almost gone.