Perseverance.

Preparations for Galaspa's assault were in full swing, and Motarian stood patiently but somewhat annoyed on the podium above the large simulation room.

You'll need patience and time to sharpen a blade that's big enough to slice the throat of an entire galaxy.

The thought slightly soothed Motarian's annoyed mind.

But the thought of the tyrant's whip swinging over the heads of others at every moment made Mortarian unhappy again.

He had experienced that feeling, that unforgettable anger, that pain that flowed into his soul, that mockery that was constantly eroding him, teasing him for his weakness.

No one can be unscrupulous over others, and no one can unleash their emotions on the lives of others.

Someone has to overthrow tyranny.

He chewed on the words as he had stood in the gas chamber of Barbaros all those years ago, looking out at the lord's fortress in the distance.

If you don't do it,

Then, that person will be him.

Under the hood of the Lord of Death, in the shadows, the dark golden amber eyes stared at the audience.

The largest simulation chamber of the Endurance is now filled with chemical poison gas simulating the main star of Galaspa.

10,000 Death Guards are currently conducting military exercises.

Bone-white weaved silently between the gases, silent, methodical, but quite swift, without a word, and the death guards tacitly changed their formations, marching at breakneck speed.

Although in the original fate, when it comes to death guards, the people of the empire will think of their position as heavy infantry.

But in reality, the Death Guards won their name with their anvil-like unbreakable front.

In infantry combat, they were also known for their rapid marches.

Motarian also cherishes time.

He looked at the formation of circles below, and silently recited strategic analysis in his mind.

These circular formations would be the only barrier they could rely on in the uncovered wasteland.

If the war enters the third phase, then this is the last way the Death Guard can survive.

It does not matter.

Either the tyrants die, or they die.

Motarian held up a hand, gestured.

The Death Guard's lineup suddenly changed, the circle locked, and every group of three suddenly stabbed out of the circle.

The spikes alternate, stabbing in and out, tearing apart the enemies that surround them with lightning speed, and then returning to the ranks that protect them.

Soon, the corpses of the enemy were strewn all over the ground, and they were given enough space to give the Death Guard a few moments of respite.

A few moments is enough to decide life and death.

Motarian smiled at his mouth under the gas mask, clearly pleased with the outcome of the exercise.

The commander of a company on the side, Barasin, came over in time to report to him on the transformation of the fleet.

During these months, the plasma cutter has been shining all the time in the bulkhead of the Stoic.

Technical sergeant, mechanical priest and mechanic shuttle through various ships with their servants to complete the mission of the original body with all their hearts.

The tedious task of remodeling piled up to outline Motarian's ambitions.

The modification of the assault ship of the Fourth Knight went smoothly, the blocking thrusters were modified to accelerate to the extreme in a short time, the main bow was thickened, and the entire hull was reinforced to prevent the ship from falling apart at extreme speed.

The rest of the ships were thickened on the side chord, and the artillery fire was concentrated on the side chord.

After Barasin's report, Vaux stepped forward and reported to Motarian about his mission.

Vaux was the first Barbaros to hold a management position, a good guy from the South, and Motarian smiled and encouraged him to continue.

"The Ultimate, with the rest of the ships, has completed 63 percent of the asteroid collection mission, of which 32 percent of the asteroids have been completely processed and reached the detonation standard."

Good, good.

It was a slower step in Motarian's plan, and he was pleased to see that Vaux had accelerated the task to a satisfactory rate.

Motarian looked at Vaux, patiently waiting for the kid's debriefing.

He looked at his pale skin, a symbol peculiar to the Barbaros ethnicity.

This is a symbol of their life in poison gas.

Motarian listened to Vaux's debriefing, his thoughts moving away.

Not to mention Hades, originally Kalas was also a good candidate for management.

Unfortunately, after that incident, Motarian had to deal with him coldly.

But after that, Kalas never had any more contact with psionic powers, much to Motarion's satisfaction.

After this battle, let's use it to transfer Kalas back to be a Death Shroud.

Hopefully, Kalas can survive this campaign.

No, Kalas will always survive, he is the most clever of them all.

It's just that Motarian frowned without a trace, no, he wouldn't scare the Vaux who was reporting.

There is no news yet on Hades' return to the team.

Motarian is also spitting on the unstable communications and liaison of the subspace today.

Planet 373 Sigma.

Hades stood atop the city walls, staring at the scenery in front of him, countless neatly arranged, rows of buildings lined up on both sides of the street, and as far as the eye could see, the black corners of the tall walls built as religions were exposed.

"My lord, don't be emotional, the rise and fall of civilization is a certainty."

Yad stands beside Hades and is in charge of Hades' vigilance mission.

While many people compare cathars with highly mechanized bodies and sage control codes implanted in their brains to high-level servants, cathars all have their own personalities.

Because of their faith, or simply to live, they chose to become cathars.

Hearing Yade's conversation, there were a few small electric sounds from Jin, who was collecting data next to him, as if to say that Hades was definitely not thinking about this.

"Ah, no."

"Thank you for your words."

Hades blinked slowly, thanking the cathars for their sense of duty to keep him safe, but he was actually judging the offensive and defensive possibilities of the city's streets.

The narrow streets, as if to facilitate pilgrimage, lead to the city's most central square.

If you stand in the square in the middle, then standing in any building in the city, as long as the range is enough, you can attack the middle.

It's hard to defend, and some of the reformed armed slaves brought by Kirkland Sage are not easy to enter.

In fact, most of the armed slave laborers are still transported here at a leisurely pace in the forest.

Hades sighed silently.

If you want to stay in the square to conduct research in the future, you have to take some defensive measures.

Hades looked at the map from which the drone returned, and based on his judgment in front of him, he marked several buildings or locations in the city that he felt strange.

These buildings are either structurally distinct from other buildings, or they are geographically located at a point of control where they can control the entire street.

While some of the cathars were asked to explore the places first, Hades followed Kirkland Sage to the central plaza with the other part of the cathars.

By the way, reinforce the defenses of the central square, Hades thought.

The buildings around the central plaza were reinforced first, and then the buildings farther away were cleared to form an open space barrier for easy defense.

Rather than studying the Blackstone Obelisk, Hades, whose right eye was beating wildly, was still thinking about how to deal with the sudden attack.

Why didn't he believe that this was an ordinary exploration?

Hades thought as he continued his steps.

In fact, apart from Hades, the closer he got to the Blackstone Obelisk, the more the Kirkland Sage devoted himself to the idea of inspecting the obelisk, completely abandoning the task of defense to Hades.

Hades shrugged and naturally took on the task.

Who told him to be a little worried?

And yet—

In a hidden corner of the city, like a corner of a hippie abandoned hangout, in the corner of the frantically scribbled colorful and comical art pictures, a faint fluorescent light fades.

In the forest, the Kirkland Sage was a motley of other creatures, and a team of reformed heavy machinery was slowly weaving along the path opened by the cathars.

On the side of this team, countless agricultural carts are still methodically carrying out the daily tasks of cutting fruits and applying fertilizer.

Beneath the fallen leaves, a hand stained with slime sticks out of the ground.

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