"Great promoter! The insects attacking the temple were overwhelming, and on the outer line, our Zealots and Slayers and Photon Turrets alone could not resist the advance of the insects. ”

In the dark and gloomy hall, a Dead Apostle fell to one knee and addressed the Promoter on a high chair.

The promoter on the high seat was wearing a thin black armor, and under the unique psionic circuit amplification, the psionic energy on his body was extremely surging.

Of course, this surging was in the eyes of the Dead Apostles, who were on one knee and buried their heads deeper.

"I'll go back and clean up these creatures of the opposite sex with no psionic potential." The promoter played with his fingers carefully: "So now, is there anything else?"

"A human force has broken into the vicinity of the temple, and it appears that they are intent on stealing the artifact."

"Hah! On one side are insect-like humans, and on the other side are outright bugs. These artifact-coveting thieves, I'll kill them all. ”

With that, the Promoter coughed lightly, and the Dead Apostle, kneeling under the high seat, quickly and respectfully presented a cloud of purple mist.

That's diazine!

The promoter was satisfied with the disazine handed over by the Dead Apostle, and after the Dead Apostle respectfully returned to its original position, he began to stir the diazine in his hand with his psionic energy.

The ground crew slowly swirled under the agitation of psionic energy, and a pure part of it was filtered out first, and they clinged to the face of the promoted.

Slow infiltration.

The diazine that entered the body made the promoter shiver.

"But we can't fight on two fronts." Desazine did not destroy his sanity, and the promoter analyzed rationally: "If you want to defeat them, you must first concentrate your firepower to clean up one of the thieves. And then deal with the other. ”

"Brilliant plan." The Dead Apostle, who was kneeling on one knee, complimented.

"Come on Dead Apostle, open the psionic matrix, I want to amplify my psionic energy to the point where I can observe the entire planet, and I want to know clearly that the forces on that side are weaker."

"Yes!"

The Dead Apostle obeyed, and he quickly ran around the room, and the four crystal towers around him sensed the approaching Dead Apostle.

The Dead Apostles began to activate the psionic energy in their bodies, slowly but dexterously triggering the four crystal towers with their psionic energy.

Soon, the original dead things suddenly came to life under the touch of psionic energy, and they began to glow with dark red blades, and then moved slowly.

After a slow three-minute movement, the four crystal towers arrived at their respective positions—the one centered on the promotion.

The promoter closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy in his body was far more surging than that of the Dead Apostle, and after touching the crystal tower, the already huge spiritual power was magnified countless times, and it extended outward at once.

At this time, he was like an omnipotent god, overlooking the base of mankind.

Siege tanks, marines, marauders. Tadarin Ascendant, who was far away from racial strife and indulged in his own world and that of the gods, had no idea how powerful these humans were, and he was just observing them from a psionic perspective.

"A bunch of waste, I should have eliminated these weak warriors a long time ago."

He couldn't help but frown at the sight of the fanatics under his hands whose psionic potential far exceeded that of human troops, being pressed and beaten by humans who had no psionic abilities.

Out of the sensitivity of war, he once again observed the psionic powerhouses in the human army. However, only one or two psionic humans were perceived.

And humans with psionic abilities are still very weak.

"Garbage."

The promoter commented on the disdain of transferring his psionic energy to the human race. Projected them onto the insects.

The ocean is endless! The promoter couldn't help but scream as he felt this again.

"It's too weak! No psionic potential! These bugs deserve my own hands too? ”

The zealot on his knees fell to his knees, he had come to ask the promoter to send more troops.

"Rubbish!" The Promoter used his psionic energy to gather into a claw and grab the Zealot by the throat, then flung him out.

The absolute crushing of psionic energy made the fanatic defenseless, and he was thrown out and smashed into a crystal tower, his whole body twisted into a terrifying shape.

The Dead Apostle gave the dead Zealot a nonchalant look, then continued to bow his head.

The promoters continued to explore the strength of the insects, from jumping insects to thunder beasts, from fungus blanket tumors to nesting. Suddenly, he saw a being.

As hot as the sun, and as cold as ice. She possessed psionic power that could crush the promoter himself by several orders of magnitude, and even the strongest Tadarin he had ever seen, the Tadarin High Lord Maras, was less than one-tenth of her.

As if sensing that someone was peering at her again, she turned her head at a slow pace and looked at the promoter.

It was a pair of yellow, terrifying psionic eyes.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!hhh

The four crystal towers shattered in vain, and the Ascendant, who was floating in mid-air, fell to the ground.

The psionic energy overflowed and continued to crumble, maintaining the rapid decline of the powerful promoter, becoming like an ordinary fanatic.

"Promotion!"

The Dead Apostle cried out in horror, and he rushed forward and picked up the Promoter.

"Give me diazine, quick!"

The promoter's voice trembled, and the Dead Apostle did not hesitate to pull out all the diazine on his body. And the promoter was absorbed after getting the diazine.

"I see a powerful presence."

With the help of dizine, his psionic energy had recovered quite a bit.

"She alone can kill this system; All the Tadarin Star Spirits on the planet, even the high-ranking lord Maras, are only one-tenth of hers. ”

"So what should we do?"

The Dead Apostle asked, horrified.

The promoter's hands began to tremble, and then quickly calmed down again.

"Open the Psionic Spire, and I'm going to use the amplified psionic energy to contact the Death Fleet! As long as the Death Fleet arrives, this powerful presence will surely be defeated! ”

Fleet of Death?

A fleet of red and black colors appeared in the eyes of the Dead Apostles, walking the Sector with death and fear, plundering resources and technology.

"Then, the Tadarin, the temple of the gods, and the artifacts of the gods on this planet can be preserved."

"Yes! Promotions! ”

Absorb dizine to replenish physical strength. The promoter quickly increases his psionic power and physical strength. Soon, the damage caused by a glance at the powerful being faded.

He stood up with the Dead Apostles on his feet.

"We must act now, quickly!"

The Dead Apostle held "what about those humans" in his heart, and then helped the Promoter step by step to the Psionic Spire.