Several human city-states have been urgently mobilized to wash away their former religious colors, replaced by all kinds of war fortresses, armories, barracks, and headquarters, and the slaughtering and cold industrial buildings are rising from the desert city-states, the hardships of the aborigines have been completely wiped away by the powerful transformation of the 17th Legion, and the Gothic style from the human empire has left traces in this ancient land that has not been civilized.

Today, the vast majority of the natives have joined the Seventeenth Legion's mortal auxiliaries in the Whisperer's preaching—there are thousands of Astarte recruits, but due to the tight time frame of this mobilization, most of them have not even completed too many modification operations, and although the Twelfth Legion's genetic protogenone has done his best to assist the Wordmaker's apothecary department, an Astarte is by no means a product that can be quickly mass-produced through the assembly line like other industrial creations in the Empire.

Resolute fighting spirit, strong determination, and loyalty that is not afraid of death. These are the basic qualities that an Astarte candidate should have, if it is said that in the major nest worlds and fortress worlds, such excellent military sources are naturally countless, but for an ancient religious world like Colchis, it is really a bit too reluctant - those children who are struggling to grow up in the desert do not even fully understand the existence of the Human Empire most of the time, and their knowledge of the Human Empire is limited to the singing of the Heavenly Son Luo Jia.

So, although thousands of Corchisians were armed in the war bastions every day under the influence of the burly and tall Astarte missionaries, they actually knew very little about the truth of the Empire, and even other things throughout the Empire, which made it extremely rare for them to be selected as conscripts for Astarte.

And this situation is definitely a bad start for the difficulties and setbacks that Colchis will face next.

And even worse is not confined to Colchis—even more indescribably tense standoffs are taking place in the planet's light-years lane.

The First Legion Expeditionary Fleet, which had crossed the sea of stars, remained silent, as if waiting for something.

Even the communication initiated by the fleet of Whisperers in orbit did not reply, but they formed an encirclement and suppression formation against Colchis like a herd of hunting beasts, as if they were guarding against something to escape.

Mysterious, powerful, these are synonymous with dark angels. Despite the brutal but sparsely recorded Randan War, these dark warriors enjoyed great prestige in the Human Empire - once the strongest legion, the Emperor's Angel of Death, all of which symbolized what their appearance would symbolize.

Even the Whisperer fleet, which was unaware of the current situation in space, began to feel a little uneasy in the minds of most of them.

Since the discovery of the large-scale space-time stagnation position has been lifted, the entire Seventeenth Legion has been subject to extremely strict secrecy - the enemy situation and the specific situation to be faced next are probably only known to the two genetic protogens.

Therefore, in the eyes of the vast majority of the Whisperers' Astarte, Colchis is currently engaged in a large-scale war mobilization, just like the genetic protogens of other legions will be recruited and mobilized on the home planet, after the Whisperers have carried out a large-scale split and reorganization, it is natural that the mother regiment needs to be replenished.

It's just that, in fact, the Bearers will recruit troops in the worlds they have conquered, and the return to the home planet has a strange religious overtones similar to the 'Holy Land Tour'.

Of course, some time ago, they themselves had already destroyed a 'holy place' with their own hands.

The arrival of the Dark Angel made these Whisperer warriors even more worried: first, their genetic prototype was monitored by the genetic prototype of the Twelfth Legion, and after returning to their home planet, they were besieged by the Dark Angel's fleet in an encirclement formation, and they were not even able to communicate with the First Legion, and anyone would think of the 'mutiny' turmoil some time ago.

Even Loga, who knew the truth, was worried—after all, he was obviously more worried about the potential conflict between the Dark Angel and the Bearer than the many Whisperer warriors who were still in the dark, and if the Dark Angel bombarded Colchis without any communication, then the two legions might have to form a blood feud in this way.

Fate is always so bad, and fate is always so bad, in the combination of many coincidences and emergencies, as long as you are a little careless, you will fall into the vortex of contradictions that will never recover.

It can be said that if the Dark Angels did not receive the astral communication from Elaine, then the many extermination weapons they had prepared to use would not be merciful.

As the minutes ticked by, tension began to spread throughout the legion.

The weapon energy readings from the Dark Angel fleet are not false, and the truth that has been hidden for a long time cannot deceive those extraordinary Angels of Death - this is the home planet of the Whisperer, not a front-line battlefield full of war, and the relationship between the Whisperer and the Dark Angel is very ordinary, and there is no need for such a large fleet to carry out 'diplomacy'.

Although the commanders of the Legion did not react in any way, the Void Shield that was quietly opened also symbolized a slight uneasiness in their hearts: the uneasiness of a possible head-on confrontation with the First Legion.

The two legions remained as silent as dead space, both awaiting something they didn't want to see.

Until a flying machine from the Dark Angel broke through the atmosphere with a dazzling flash of fire that broke the deadlock.

The rain of fire did not fall, and destruction and conflict did not come.

In Lorga's increasingly uneasy mind, Colches did not end up with the fate of the City of Perfection.

The pitch-black storm birds, still blazing hot, landed on the tarmac of the City of Grey Flowers under the nervous gaze of many Astarte warriors, and the elaborate carvings symbolizing the First Legion also rose with a blazing air current.

The former holy city has now been transformed into an industrial forest made of steel, and the tenacious moon flowers can no longer be seen in the outskirts of the city filled with poison gas and radiation, just as even the most resolute soul can hardly be torn apart by suffering.

In Elaine and Loga's sight, several Astartes in pitch-black power armor slowly walked out of it, and they were as simple and rigorous as the knights of Gutera surrounded by nobles, like a group of lions waiting for the lion king.

And their leader is, of course, the lion of the Caliban, Ryan Al Johnson.

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(End of chapter)