[Reminder: From the beginning of this chapter to Chapter 51, there are more group portraits, and there are mostly side descriptions and supporting character descriptions, mainly to patch the plot, which can be skipped. 】

Inadequate!

Not enough!

Far from enough!

It's never enough!

Damn it......

It needs an opponent!

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Carmen the Overlord was gasping violently, its hideous gaze sweeping over the soldiers and slaves of the Legion, stretching from one end of the gray skyline to the other.

[Overlord Carmen] commanded a large army, at least according to the standards of the Randan Empire, it is true, in the place where Carmen looked, there stood more than twenty elite warriors of Randan who belonged to the same level as the [Overlord Warriors], they were the real military aristocracy in this barbarian race, and the absolute core of all the war arts and military organizations of Randan.

The Overlord is the most powerful and arrogant warrior, most of them have never lost on the battlefield, the strange sword in his hand has thirsted for the blood of countless tough opponents, and Carmen is the king of the Overlord, and its strength and achievements are enough to make these arrogant and impudent warriors instinctively learn to be humble.

Outside of the [Overlord], surrounded by layers of Ran Dan soldiers, these ordinary warriors are certainly not comparable to the elites, but they also have tall bodies, developed senses and savage strength, as well as the strict discipline brought about by fear and submission.

As a race that aspires to the sea of stars but is underpopulated, Ran Dan has a social structure that can be called deformed: in addition to the core technology and military industry, the Ran Dan race threw a large number of low-level production lines to slaves and so-called allies, so as to liberate their own manpower, so that every Ran Dan civilian has become a reserve that is enough to look forward to, and with the extremely barbaric and martial social atmosphere, Ran Dan successfully transformed his society into a terrible barracks born only for conquest and enslavement.

To make matters worse, Randan's warships rarely carried weapons for bombardment of the ground, because for them it was equally important to capture slaves in war and to achieve victory.

And after seeing the behemoth of the human empire that is enough to make any opponent desperate, the Randan Empire went further and further down this deformed path, and in order to kill the creation of the emperor's ambition in one fell swoop, they did not hesitate to gamble on all the future of the race: almost all the civilians who could take up arms became soldiers or reserves, and they were stuffed into large and small fleets, fighting frantically with savage strength and fearless courage, adding undetectable bargaining chips to Randan's victory.

Carmen could even see some young faces among the soldiers of Randan, although these immature soldiers were also terrible war killers, but it was clear that before, Randan's army would never accept this new blood.

This is short-sighted folly.

[Overlord Carmen] sighed in his heart, its gaze finally skipped over these young kinds, and put it on the endless army of slaves, the slave army belonging to Carmen naturally did not have those indiscriminate humans and other fragile races, as far as the eye could see, there were some monsters full of brute force and wildness, and Ran Dan even had to install a special mind control collar around their necks in case of accidents.

This is Carmen's legion: an absolute core, twenty-four elite [overlords], more than 20,000 ordinary Ran Dan soldiers who serve as backbones and minions, and hundreds of thousands of [consumption troops] who are manipulated and enslaved.

In the past, Carmen would have been able to launch a general assault on any race's kingdom with such a legion, but now it knows exactly what it is up against.

Those two or three meters tall [humans], those mighty warriors who call themselves Astarte, Carmen has seen with her own eyes how they slaughter the slave army of Randan, and even ordinary Randan's soldiers are no different from fragile children under their guns, only the [Overlord] can rely on brute strength, rich experience, and superior equipment to defeat these powerful opponents.

And compared to these tough warriors, the guys around them who are called [Mortal Auxiliary Army] are irrelevant, even an ordinary Randan soldier can easily fight against three or five so-called mortal auxiliary troops, and a skilled Randan squad can even join forces to slaughter more than a dozen times their own mortal opponents.

Under the so-called mortal auxiliaries, the Human Empire seems to have more fragile and tiny troops, and Carmen's army has just crushed a few lines of defense and killed thousands of these [warriors], but it has no interest in these guys, it only cares about those warriors who deserve a great duel.

Yes...... Rival!

As soon as he thought of this, the slightly cooled fearless heart of [Overlord Carmen] beat wildly again, and it continued to breathe heavily, its chest burning with the attachment to duel and life and death, and the terrible scars that covered its body.

But it knew that it had to endure, and it had to continue the tradition of Randan: let the endless slaves rush forward and consume it, and then let the elite warriors decide the victory.

It knew that this was the safest way to go, but another longing in its mind was tormenting it: just now, it had received information from the communications of the various legions, that a small corps of vanguards, had lost contact and whereabouts in an instant, and that thousands of Randan warriors and hundreds of thousands of slaves had disappeared silently.

It's a strong man, a formidable opponent, he may be a great warrior, or a psionic like his adoptive father, or even a powerful weapon to be manipulated, but it doesn't care, it only wants to defeat the monster that is enough to destroy the legion, it just wants to enjoy a hearty battle after this boring and long voyage.

This emotion seems to be particularly strong...... It was as if something was whispering in its ear.

Fight, it needs a real battle.

No...... This feeling......

No, don't think about it, don't think about the battle yet, there's still a task to be done: go ahead, find that hidden base, and capture it, that's the most important thing right now.

But...... Fight......

……

Damn it.

Carmen pressed her head, and then she heard the voice of the assistant next to her.

"Adult ......"

"Say!"

"My lord, the vanguard reports that there is a human warplane ahead of our marching route."

"Shoot it down, do you need my instructions?"

[Overlord Carmen] can hear its own voice become more violent and dissatisfied than ever, maybe it really needs to speed up, lead the army, speed up, it remembers that there is only a big river in this world ahead, cross it to reach its destination, and then destroy the guys guarding there, there should be Astarte......

Hopefully, they will be opponents who will not let it down.

Carmen the Overlord raised his head, and at the very front of the procession, it saw a storm converging.

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"The storm is gathering, Hecht."

"We may need to change course, but in that case, we shouldn't be able to make it to the bridge before the allotted time, and we'll have to fight the dark angels again."

Think tank Salieri walked at the head of the group, with the silent Ajax at his side and the listless Hector behind him, and at the end of the group, the ancient warrior Chiron who landed in the world during the emergency transport guarded the tail of the group.

“…… Hecht? ”

The debriefing went unanswered, and Salieri turned his head, unsurprisingly seeing a mixture of hesitation and thought in Hecht's face.

"Hecett!"

Think Tank raised his voice slightly, waking up the thinking squad leader with a soft scream.

"What's the matter with you guy? Why did you look preoccupied from just now? ”

"I'm just worried about the war."

Hector replied vaguely, and even Ajax frowned at this answer, let alone Salieri who wrote the word disbelief on his face, but the ancient warrior Chiron didn't notice this, he just squinted his eyes and stared at an inconspicuous mound on the side, his pupils flashing with memories and thoughts.

But under the trust and long-term camaraderie, Salieri finally didn't say anything, and the team just continued to trek in silence to the bridge in the distance.

The Sabis River, which runs almost all of Sabis 4, is a huge turbulent current, almost hundreds of meters wide at even the narrowest surface, and is densely covered with sharp reefs beneath the turbulent current, making any possibility of trekking completely strangulation.

As a result, the few bridges that crossed the river were precious, even strategic, and the Second Legion's squad was sent to support one of them, and after a long time of not being able to wait for the storm birds to come to meet them, Hector and the others had to go on foot.

The journey was not long, and there were no exchanges of fire with the enemy, and nothing happened except for the occasional squint of the ancient warrior Chiron and staring at some of the mounds, but that did not prevent Hector from trekking in a state of apprehension.

Just before setting off, while waiting for the pigeon to take their storm bird, Hector finally calmed down and planned to talk to his comrades about the magical reality of the genoplasm.

But the reality is ......

"Primordial? What protoplasm? ”

Everyone, whether it was Ajax, or Salieri, the author of everything, or even the ancient warrior Chiron, were looking at him with a pure bewilderment and right, as if they didn't know anything.

Hector tried to argue something, but after a few questions, he realized that they really didn't know anything: the memories of discovering the traces of the original body and breaking into the Dark Angel camp had inexplicably disappeared, and they only remembered that the team had been sent down by a piece of paper.

Looking at the sworn faces of his fighting brothers and his mentor, for a moment, even Hector himself fell into doubt: Is everything really his unconscious delusion?

If it weren't for the silver-haired and pale eyes that were always clearly reflected in his mind, he might have really been struck down by this suspicion.

But after the doubts, a whole new terrifying thought took over his mind:

What's going on?

Why is he the only one who remembers?

Who? When? How?

He didn't even dare to think about it.

Hector looked up, he wanted to take a deep breath, and then use the battle and mission to temporarily forget these terrible inferences and memories.

Then he saw a storm bird.

A flaming storm bird.

It was clearly caught up in something, one wing was completely covered in billowing smoke, and Hector watched as it staggered and fell, arcing in the air before slowly disappearing into front of their vision.

That's the direction of the bridge.

It is also the goal of their mission.

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A few dark angels, they still stay in this rather dimly lit secret room.

"Someone just spied on us, an ancient warrior from the Second Legion."

"Leave him alone, why hasn't Group B arrived here yet?"

"Their storm bird has been attacked by Ran Dan, and is ready to join Group A guarding the bridge nearby."

"Group A reports that a large Randan army is advancing towards the bridge, and their target is likely to be here."

"Do we need reinforcements?"

"The size of Ran Dan's army?"

"There are about twenty [overlords], about 20,000 ordinary Ran Dan soldiers, and hundreds of thousands of slave troops."

"I remember...... If the two groups converge, there will be a total of seven people, plus about 20,000 mortal guards on the bridge......"

The Dark Angel, who sat in the middle, nodded.

"That's enough."

"Our first task is to defend this place, and leave the matter of the bridge to Group A and Group B."

"Believe in ......"

"The power of the Dreadwings."