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The war is intensifying, and the front-line theater of the Horizon Galaxy is already in ruins at this moment.

Both the Assari and the high-IQ gorillas of Vasalan are throwing in reinforcements, the former unwilling to lose the portal system, and the latter inevitable.

Through the news, the people of the bustling star area have seen countless heroic deeds, groups of Asari people fought to the death, in order to prevent their bodies from being taken by the group of gorillas for dissection and study, they still chose the self-explosion method of ability explosion.

The Planetary Marines, in particular, have consistently taken the lead in casualties, and the Asari and their vassal race, the Aurora, are sending their young soldiers to the front lines of death, engaging in brutal encounters with the gorillas of Vasharan's Thoughts on the surface of planets across the Horizon system.

The war correspondents photographed many Marines on the ground and in the defensive line, Soldier Asari was wearing light individual armor, with a light blue psychic power shield on the outside of the armor, holding the energy submachine gun in his hand, curled up in the corner of the roaring artillery fire.

The tall, sturdy Aurora was dressed in heavy combat armor, like a thick steel wall, standing against the wall to recuperate.

Everyone is tormented by endless wars, everyone is disgusted with war, but they can't stop it.

The pretty girls always get more pity, and the war of words as usual has subsided rarely, and even the Turks have rarely closed their mouths.

In times of war, don't cause chaos to the soldiers who are fighting bloody battles on the front line.

However, the Turks soon ran out of time to worry about the Asari, as they had their own battles to fight.

The Batarui Empire is back again, and their fleet crosses the borders of the sector and smashes into the nearest turian resource system.

The turian fleet reacted immediately and confronted the enemy head-on, engaging in a fierce interclusion battle with the Batarui fleet.

At the very beginning of the war, the Turks discovered the enemy's mutations, and their individual soldiers were qualitatively improved, and their warships had a layer of biomass armor that was extremely difficult to penetrate, and they could constantly repair themselves.

Reminiscent of the warnings of the "Lords" and the Asari, the Turks had to believe in the existence of the Biochemical Reapers, and it seemed that the Batarui had also taken refuge in the group of monsters that could devour the stars.

Now, the Batarui who have gained a new and powerful power have come to take revenge, and the hatred of being rejected by the Star Alliance, the hatred of destroying the Sfar repeater and killing hundreds of millions of compatriots by the Star Alliance, it is time to settle the balance together.

Since the negotiations are hopeless, they can only fight.

According to the old rules, the Turkish fleet is responsible for the task of facing the enemy head-on, and the Yamato Dominion of the Earth Commonwealth is serving as the two flanks against the enemy, and the relationship between this group of Japanese and the Turks has always been very good, quite a kind of relationship between the United States and Japan on the main world earth.

The Star Sector instantly became a two-sided enemy, and the two most powerful first-class races, the Turks and the Asari, were pinned down on their own fronts, and they were unable to do anything.

In order to prevent problems within the star sector, the Star Federation Council urgently mobilized the fleet of the Earth Commonwealth, and the quasi-first-class race of humans took on the security task within the star sector.

The First Order's "Supreme Head" fleet has rushed to Fort Nexus to firmly protect the heart of this Star Alliance.

At the same time, the various human dominions have launched a ship-building frenzy with full power, and with combat clone soldiers, they have formed one reserve team after another to support the battle line in the star region at any time.

This is not a blind nervousness, because as the biochemical reapers are approaching, a group of indoctrinated traitors have been created, and they are trying to break them from within.

The indoctrination of the biochemical reapers, unlike the forced brainwashing of the steel reapers, inspires a desire for their own power.

To put it simply: boy, do you crave power? Come on, come on, sign this transformation contract, and you can get the powerful power you dream of.

Flying out of thin air, not afraid of the cosmic vacuum, it can release a strong airflow energy, quite a kind of fantasy sense of sanctification of the flesh, the strong of the Dou Zong, terrifying... Ahem.

Of course, once you have accepted this biochemical modification, then you will not want to escape from the enslavement and control of the biochemical reapers, until you die.

Such carnal madmen have begun to appear within the Starlink Star Sector, their individual lethality is extremely strong, and according to the orders of their masters, they have carried out a series of destruction in their respective cities, spreading chaos, fear and despair.

In this regard, the banshees of the Asari people actually have a place to use, these steel flesh and blood mixtures that have been harvested and transformed, have countless times more powerful spiritual power than before, and their bodies exude fluctuations of supernatural energy.

They can ignore the enemy's strong flesh, directly launch a devastating impact on their spirit, directly make them brain-dead, no matter how strong the flesh is, it is a useless pile of rotten flesh.

However, presumably, after the biochemical harvesters learned about it, they will start to make up for this shortcoming, after all, their specialty is full genetic modification.

The flames of war are burning everywhere, and the shadow of destruction is gradually approaching, and the various races in the Star Union Star Region have to desperately fight to deal with it, otherwise what awaits them is only destruction, and the dark silence after the destruction.

As the saying goes, blessings are incomparable, disasters are not one-way, and the threats faced by the Star Alliance are far more than just these at present.

A radical human organization has sprung up, and no one knows where their Lair headquarters are, only that they have begun a long-planned operation.

This group had been silent for a long time since the last attack on the Star Alliance's Reaper Secret Research Institute, stealing a batch of research results and harvesting transformant samples, and now they believe that the time has come, and the opportunity to achieve the hegemony of Great Humanism has finally arrived.

The name of this organization is "Prometheus", which alludes to the gods who bring fire to mankind.

They were immediately listed as a dangerous terrorist organization by the Star Alliance, and their racist sentiments were extremely extreme.

Panhumanism and Great Humanism, these are two completely different concepts.

The forces of Boss Hu's line pursue pan-humanism, which includes all humanoid races that conform to human aesthetics, even if there are erect lizards like the Salarians, panhumanism can be reluctantly accepted and not hostile.

Not to mention earth folks like angels and demons, the proper first echelon, on the same level as humans.

Great humanism, on the other hand, is the supremacy of complete human beings, and everything is for the benefit of pure humanity and the prosperity of pure human beings, for which it can be done at any cost.

Angels, demons, and the humanoid races of the Star Federation are all hostile alien races in their eyes, and for the sake of human strength, these races can be completely erased.

Even the native monsters from the earth, they are just as absolutely discriminatory.

That's a bit extreme, isn't it?

Not only is it classified as a terrorist organization by the Star Alliance, but the Earth Consortium has also defined it as a dangerous and radical group that must be controlled and arrested.

However, Hu Feng always felt that this organization was a little weird, they had sufficient funds and the same advanced technology, and it didn't look like a non-governmental spontaneous organization at all.

Now, they've also mastered a bit of Reaper technology and used it on their own soldiers, mixing steel with flesh to improve individual combat capabilities.

It seems that their rulers are not stupid enough to continue to delve into this aspect, otherwise they would have sensed it properly by the reapers and taken control away.

Distant along the galaxy, Port Virtue.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of his private house, looking at the bustling neon space station below, Hu Feng puffed out a cigarette and fell into thought.

In an eventful season, what should I do next?

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