The crematorium inside the colony was no longer sufficient, and the survivors had to place their bodies outside the colony.

Laurent felt his hairs stand on end, and the terrible premonitions that he felt in space that had disturbed him from time to time had returned to him even more violently since he landed on the planet.

Laurent wanted to convince himself that it was only the sick survivors who gave him goosebumps, or the rotten and foul-smelling corpses.

But he knew it wasn't, and there was something on Paist's planet that made him want to scream and warn the others.

"Commander, look!"

He followed his comrade's finger to the sky, and a huge subspace rift stretched across the sky.

It's hard for any colored pen to paint the dazzling light that frolicks and changes in the air. Colorful lights flickered around the cracks, which appeared for a very short time, like festive fireworks flashing in the air and disappearing without a trace; Sometimes it can shine in the sky for hours; Sometimes it's like a streamer, sometimes it's like a fire, it's like a huge screen full of colors.

This huge subspace rift is hundreds of kilometers up and down, but the most terrifying thing is that it is still expanding, and it is about to become an existence nearly 10,000 kilometers long.

The subspace rift in the air was like a giant mouth, slowly opening up, trying to swallow Paister in one gulp.

A ubiquitous but ubiquitous force is quietly corrupting an entire world of Paist.

Laurent was eager to lead the entire group to evacuate the planet immediately, there was nothing left to save it. Those so-called survivors are already terminally ill and hopeless.

If the Great Rift can close comfortably after swallowing Paist into subspace, then Laurent is happy to turn around and leave.

But there is another possibility, after this subspace rift expands to a certain extent, Paist will become a bridgehead for chaos to invade the real universe.

Endless demons will come from here to the real universe, and if the subspace rift continues to expand, even the fleets of the forces of chaos may use it to step into the realm of the Empire.

At that time, this chaos may not be confined to the Hayleon Star Sector, and the surrounding neighboring star sectors will inevitably be invaded by Chaos.

This hassle must be solved here! Laurent swore in her heart.

"Trevecon, can you solve this subspace rift?"

Laurent pointed to the sky and asked the director of the think tank beside him.

The Think Tank Curator is usually the most skilled psionic warrior in a warband, and he is the best big brother of the Think Tank, giving him full access to the heavily guarded ruins that hold the most powerful and dangerous warbands.

The role of the think tank curator is to train psionic recruits, and he needs to teach them how to hone their spirits and use their own energy, and how to protect themselves from the encroachments of chaos.

These trained psionic recruits, known as acolytes, have not yet joined the ranks of the Warband's Think Tank, and will only be a true Think Tank if they survive the strict screening of the Astarte Warband and are trained to bend the power of the subspace to their will.

At this point, they would work as recorders under the director of the think tank, and would be responsible for compiling battle reports and submitting them as warbands. These documents record the history of a warband.

If they prove their ability to be a think tank, they may be promoted to the rank of bookkeeper. Then, as their psionic abilities and control over psionic energy increase, think tanks that are proficient in the use of psionic energy will be promoted to clerks.

In addition to training recruits, the think tank curator is also responsible for recording the history of the warband, and a curator is well versed in the history and knowledge of his warband in decades of study and recording, and his wisdom and decision-making will be highly valued by the warband leader. The director of the think tank is also in overall charge of communication and makes sound recommendations on the honor that the brothers deserve by reviewing the battle reports.

On the battlefield, the think tank commander often leads the troops or assists the regimental commander in battle, while the other think tanks assist the company commander separately. They will use their powerful psionic powers to bring victory to the warband.

Hearing the battle leader's inquiry, Trivekang smiled bitterly.

"Commander, you think too much of me. Unless I have hundreds of think tanks under my command, I can't have an impact on this subspace rift at all. ”

Laurent's brow furrowed when she heard this answer.

"Is there really no way to do it?"

"Unless Lord Sivir arrives in person, or summons other warbands to help, there's nothing you can do. This is not a threat that our single wargroup can solve. ”

"Then ask for help!"

As the signal was issued, the military forces of the Hylyon Star Sector began to assemble towards Paist.

Laurent has already told everyone what kind of threat is on Paist, and no one is going to sit idly by.

But as the various warbands and the rest of the army arrived, the subspace rift above Paist kept expanding. There are more and more demons emerging from it, and their strength is getting stronger and stronger.

When enough think tanks arrived, Laurent asked Trivecon to lead them in trying to close the expanding subspace rift. However, this behavior caused the Nurgle demons, who had only cared about their own silly pleasures, to launch an attack on Laurent.

A fierce battle ensued between the two sides on a plain called Thackley on Paist.

The Nurgle Warband, the Nurgle Demon Legion, the Plague Zombies, and the Titan Legion, these powerful forces of chaos appeared on the planet Paist at the same time.

But the strength in Laurent's hands is not weak at all!

First up are the Space Marines who arrived: 7 companies of the Fire Barrier, 7 companies of the Bonebreaker Hammer, 4 companies of the Storm Band, 3 companies of the Nubian Warband, 3 companies of the Pale Lizard Beast Warband, and 10 companies of the other warbands.

There's also support from the Mechanics: a Titan Legion, five Messenger Legions, and a Legion of Intelligent Control.

Plus the knights piloted by survivors of Paist's local knight family.

The two sides fought fiercely on the Ssacley Plain.

"There are more demons and zombies than fucking many!"

Laurent scolded. Under his command, countless demons were eliminated and countless zombies were incinerated. But there is still an endless stream of enemies coming towards the Sarkley Plains.

There are no living people on this planet except here. Therefore, Laurent also ordered several battleships overhead to carry out orbital bombardment of the rest of the place to reduce the number of enemies who continued to arrive.

But it didn't help at all, and countless demons still appeared on Paist through the subspace crack above his head, and then laughed and rushed towards the Sacracy Plains.

Laurent commanded the Space Marines to kill as many demons as they could not end the war, and if it continued, the Imperial warriors would simply be overwhelmed by putrid corpses and become one of them.

If you want to really end this war, you can't do it by suppressing it on the frontal battlefield alone. Whether or not they can achieve real victory depends on whether the warbands and think tanks who are guarded behind by the Space Marines can close the subspace rift above their heads.

"Trivecon, isn't it okay yet!"

"It's so big that we've curbed its expansion. But it will take longer to erase it completely! ”