"What the hell do they think of us? What do we really look to them? My friend? In a dim glow, the Spirit Warrior stared silently at the human soldiers in the distance who surrounded the fire. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he had taken off his helmet, but a faint doubt appeared on his always rigid face like a treetop in the mist, and his lips, which were already thin, were now tightly pursed, so that they almost became an invisible line.

"What's the matter?" The half-crouched figure beside him responded. At first glance, it appears to have six legs, resembling a giant insect. "Solaette, with all due respect, from the very beginning, I didn't understand why you would be interested in these inferior creatures."

"Being inferior doesn't mean you're useless, does it? My friend, even the tiniest insect has something to marvel at us. ”

The thin lips of the war witch seemed to reveal a smile, and he turned his head to look at the Dimensional Spider Divine Chief Ferdakore who was sighing beside him, "This is a -------"

He paused, carefully choosing his words.

"I can feel the pulsation from the source of all intelligent life." The war witch raised his gaze slightly, as if staring at an invisible object in mid-air.

"I was able to feel something different from what we had known in the past, and that piqued my interest. And as I became more interested in them, I found myself caring more and more about them. ”

"To be interested in simple and crude matters is to be uncultivated; It is a lack of caution to become interested in something you don't know much about. The martial arts chief simply responded.

"The way you put this sentence is a bit interesting." A shadow flickered twice and appeared beside the two of them.

"Your Excellency the High Rank Warrior." Soraite saluted, "The path guides us, your mission is accomplished?" ”

"May it guide you, Soraite War Witch, Priest Fedakore, yes, we have just eliminated the Lord of the Swarm, and now Tyron's steps have been slowed down once again." Lizzie said, smiling at the same time—an emotional gesture that seemed a little unbelievable to the two of them—and looked at the loiterer's barracks not far away, "So, these are the Imperial Guards?" It's funny, they do have a lot of similarities with the federal soldiers I just met. ”

Hearing a word that made her a little concerned, Soraite glanced at her friend suspiciously, and then asked Lizzie a question.

"Pardon my offense, the Federation you're talking about, the humans from the darkness beyond the river?"

"Of course." Lizzie retracted her gaze, "Who else?" ”

“…… With all due respect. Soraite became intrigued, "I don't know much about the people beyond the river, are they different from this group of humans?" ”

"It's a question worth pondering. Although they look close on the outside, our Federation friends compare to these Imperials...... In some deeper ways, there is a big difference. It's hard to say, but the people of the Federation feel very optimistic, confident, and a little naïve, as if they were in their golden years. ”

Lizzy said this, then shook her head again.

"No, it's more than that. I don't feel in their souls the hysteria that often appears in the Imperials, and their rage—very rarely—is as deadly and precise as a Flame Crystal Tank, and they are always thinking, thinking. ”

"Your Excellency the High Rank Warrior." "I don't think your compliments on these inferior creatures are justified. ”

Soraite glanced at his friend, yes, the priest had always looked down on humans and disdained to understand them.

But that's not the case with Sorait.

"Really?" Lizzie smiled, "So what is the standard for distinguishing the inferior from the high?" ”

With that, she raised her head to look at the sky, and a flying shadow streaked across the sky.

It was a flying machine with a light gray coating and a sleek shape, and its clean lines and strength were on full display.

In the blink of an eye, the aircraft flew from the horizon to the top of the camp, although the flight speed was extremely fast, but to Sorait's surprise, the aircraft hovered above the camp as if it was hovering without leaving a trace, and began to descend slowly.

Words are not as convincing as the facts. I think it might be better for you to see for yourself. ”

Lizzy said, "Look at what I'm talking about, how different humans from a foreign land are. ”

――――

Marco walked slowly through the camp of the Spirit Clan, and with just a few simple glances, Marco could clearly see the style of the Spirit Clan.

Gorgeous, elegant, precise.

In terms of aesthetics, Marco admires the Spirit Race very much, but it's a pity that the Spirit Race doesn't seem to have a cute solo robot like the Wolf Robot, which makes Mark a little regretful.

However, this is not entirely the case, at least the ghosts still look very good, although according to the Academy of Sciences, they are filled with the soul stones of the dead spirit race, but Marco is still more optimistic about this matter.

But now there are more important things for Mark to do now.

Soon, Marco approached the center of the camp, and not far away, Marco finally appeared the man he had been waiting for for a long time.

The Imperial Defense Force, or the Astral Army, the soldiers of the Human Empire, Ma Ke had only seen the introduction of this force from the intelligence database before, and after reading it, the only word that popped out of Marco's head was - cannon fodder.

It is estimated that the Imperial Guard in the galaxy is in the hundreds of billions, and when Marco first saw this number, he was almost frightened by the number of nearly ten times the number of Union Army soldiers, and thought it was a shoddy joke.

The territory of the Empire is certainly huge in the galaxy, but it is also a pure horizontal comparison, and if you think about it from a broader perspective, the territory of the Empire is not so wide compared to the territory of the Federation.

Well, this greatly exceeding the number of troops in the normal number can only illustrate the simple fact that the state of war in the Empire has been unacceptably prolonged.

Without the interlude between peace and development to heal the wounds left by war, there can be no so-called catalytic effect of war.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Marco himself, in fact, what to say and what not to say, Marco has already been in his stomach countless times.

Soon, Marco saw the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, dressed in the same way as Marco's materials, with green bulletproof armor and helmets of the same color, some wearing half-covered carapace armor.

Marco smiled and walked over, and one of the soldiers saw him walking over, seemingly so overwhelmed that his fingers unconsciously pulled on the trigger.

Marco smiled nonchalantly as he lifted the outer cover of the heavy engineering power armor.

"Hello, Imperial Guard, I bring greetings from the Federation."

Marco said this, admiring the expressions on the faces of the soldiers when they saw his face.