With Titanium's warships scattered like flies on the Iron Gate, the Fire Warrior's departure recorded on electronic devices, and a flood of death reports, they must have thought the time was ripe for the Elvens to regain their freedom when Titanium completed the intricate ritual and inserted the floppy disk, the gift of the God of All Machines and the clearing software called the Soul Healing set Titanium's alien body free.

In the command room, Titanium, humans, and more humans gathered, and although the War Lords were slightly dissatisfied with what the General had done, an alliance with the Xenomorph was indeed one of the few solutions.

The stubborn guys die quickly, this is a rare lesson that the Imperial Guard has learned with blood and death during this time, after all, with the entire star sector being blocked by subspace, no one knows what will happen next.

Then you can't expect them to be too stubborn, people have to break the clichés, the wind of empire can't soothe the hearts of the dead.

"In praise of the Holy Eagle Emblem, I have to express my personal gratitude for the joining of the Titanium Clan." Makato remains committed to making the Imperial Guard less hostile to Titanium, but Alan Bair said at the moment.

"Don't say it's useless, those spirits will be here in a while, the war is about to start, use the number of kills to prove how useful you are to the empire, and vice versa."

Alan Bair asked the Fire Commander again.

"Huo's, you don't think you can't kill a few pointy-eared things?"

The Titanium are also wary of humans, and can be ironized by individuals they consider heroes, which is not ashamed of the extremely honorable race of Titanium.

The Fire Warrior replied. "I understand that the vanguard battle is handed over to me and my fire warriors, and the empire only needs to wait and see what happens, after all, such a large steel gate cannot be moved." The attitude displayed by the Xenomorph made the lords of the empire slightly unhappy.

"You want to say that the moon level is worse than you?" An admiral asked.

The top brass of the Fire Clan bowed and apologized. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to provoke a war, in the Titanium Clan, speaking out of shortcomings, division of labor and cooperation, is our way of survival."

"If you are not good at broadboarding, you will be in the rear, and if you are not good at attacking, you will have to do logistics."

"My Gothic is not very proficient, but if you don't understand, you can ask Mr. Ivan of the Water Clan." His non-standard is actually better than that of orcs and most of his kind, this adult wandering Titan in the territory of the empire is very close to humans in terms of accent, after all, they have the most contact with not the upper good path, but the imperial people of the Extreme Star Field.

Still, he answered well, and every Empire knew that prioritizing respect for the culture on the other side was the beginning of friendship between comrades-in-arms, especially in a vast empire that spanned the entire galaxy.

Then the admiral also replied. "Okay, I want to make it clear to you that the Imperial warships have no shortcomings, my troops will attack with yours and give me the communication channel."

In fact, this is the case, compared to polite words, the battlefield only needs brothers who put their hearts in their hearts, even if they are aliens, they understand each other in contradictions, they are all professional soldiers, from the long war to the present, as long as they feel the smell of gunpowder on each other's bodies, those so-called water skills do not need to exist.

Trust is not something that comes for nothing, at least nothing is more expensive in this dark universe, and if those titanium make the slightest betrayal, the Imperial Guard will give them even more crazy ambitions.

The battleship started, the engines roared, the fire control turned on, the gears snapped into each other, and under the protection of promethium and the emperor, the Iron Gate and dozens of imperial warships were in the best condition.

The engines of the Indomitable cruiser and the sword-class destroyer are ready, but the Imperial Navy is still waiting, on the Poldero, Alan Baier eats nut buns for his breakfast, he doesn't know what this thing is, a bit like cashew nuts and a little like peanuts, wrapped in rich sugar, it can be called an energy bomb.

"Those spirits are coming, I can smell their warships." The captain looked sharply into the distance.

"Their consul loves war, I can feel it, I can feel it when we're going toe-to-toe, he's a belligerent." Alan Bair added.

The captain said. "You haven't had coffee in this time."

Alan Baier nodded. "With General Macato's command, my pressure is much less, anyway, it will be much better than in the Casting World, and in the Forest World, the remaining part of the Skadian who have settled in Gondeva VI have also handed over the resources of the entire star sector day and night."

"It's getting better, there are Imperial Guard reinforcements from other sectors coming in subspace, and soon we can take back our homeland." The captain had to admit that even he had been relieved lately.

Alan Baier said. "Have you repaired the deck that was smashed by the orcs?"

The captain smiled wryly. "We don't have time for a simple patch, and the battleships with combat effectiveness will attack."

"This universe has always left us with no choice, but the Emperor is above..."

Alan Baier suddenly looked at the bird divination device in the distance, the ability of this thing was far better than the original radar of the titanium family, and he naturally turned on the communicator for titanium. "Those things are coming, don't fire, wait for them to get closer, hold steady."

In the long universe of the void, the dark spirit clan still maintains the appearance of its cousin warship, so the dark spirit clan and the ark spirit clan are not clearly distinguished by most people in this universe, and even many people think that the ark spirit clan is the dark spirit clan in a special time.

Anyway, no one other than the professionals of the Alien Inquisition had time to understand what those pointy ears had been through.

Or the veteran of Astarte, who has experienced the Great Expedition and is well-informed, may have a clear idea.

And this group of dark spirits is constantly committed to dyeing their relatives with unknown colors, and the Ark spirits are indeed prone to falling into the grass and plundering the empire.

Anyway, shooting when you see a pointy-eared madman has become one of the several theorems of the void, that is, whether you can fight or not.

And the narrow body of the steel Spike-class battleship loomed in the void.

"There is still 2,000 kilometers of contact, and it is already possible to launch the Scythe missile." The cabal fighters spoke methodically, and their communicators also saw urgent shouts from the Shui Clan's higher-ups.

"Alliance, Spirit Alliance, you have approached the inviolable area we have demarcated, and we have said that we will perform their duties within a fixed range!"

And the inquisitor simply reached out and turned off the communicator. "Launch the missile."

Whoosh, swish, those sharp, blade-like flying monsters are not humans, and unlike solid cannonballs and unrefined lasers, the Dark Elves use a weapon similar to a vehicle-mounted dissociation cannon, a sophisticated device that can release unstable matter from stolen Sun Hearts.

Its terrifying power hit the messenger-class shield, but the titanium deflection shield did not take effect because its speed was not extremely fast, and finally submerged into the battleship, and was pierced in an instant.

The most terrifying part of the Void Naval Battle is actually far from being directly injured, but the core position is penetrated, the suffocating cold in the universe, and the time spanning hours and thousands of kilometers at every turn is the root of a battleship's complete loss of vitality.

Soon the Titanium Command Center got the news. "Be hit in the core, long live the good way."

They all closed their eyes at the moment. "For the sake of the best way..."

Sacrifice is inevitable, this is war, and those light cruisers and destroyers of the Spirit Race have approached, titanium destroyers attack, messenger-class ships are like a large flashlight, its core is prepared to launch enough terrifying electromagnetic cannons, a kilometer-long body in addition to electromagnetic cannons is small-caliber Hong cannons, so it can become the deadliest thing in this void.

Whoosh, the beam flashed, and those terrifying war engines that exceeded the speed of light were torn apart in an instant, which was the electromagnetic weapon that the Titanium Clan was proud of, but the Spirit Clan was not a soft persimmon, and soon more warships were replenished.

They didn't have the heavy Void shields of the Imperial Guard, nor the heavy armor, but they were extremely fast, surrounded by mist, and the courier-class attacks were massively spaced out with only one shot.

Soon the Elves had the upper hand in the shoot, using dark matter-powered phantasmal spears and frenzied shots with the unstable matter they had stolen from the stolen stars, and Titanium had to begin to retreat towards the Iron Gate.

The consul laughed. "It's as simple as expected, I'm going to serve my body with the best of those noseless flesh and blood."

"How about a massage chair?"

Xueling retorted. "My lord, you already have humans, orcs, and a whole bunch of weird little alien races, even snake people, and of course our compatriots, do you have so many things to sit on your ass?"

The main thing is that she's tired of building those things for her crazy master, and she wants something more fun...

The consul just said. "The king needs the throne, keep going, wait until we kill those blue-skinned young adults, and then study how their children and women make the best food."

This delicious is not an adjective, they are the continuation of life by ingesting the soul, and normal eating becomes irrelevant in comparison.

And this group of madmen is so crazy, they maintain so many emotions, they are self-proclaimed heirs of the ancient spirit clan, but they are just puppets sucked out by the gods of the supreme heavens, zombies who instinctively search for the souls of the living, just looking at the wisdom, and that wisdom is only because they need to use wisdom to tear apart more souls.

They must have retribution, and when the steel spikes locked onto the Titium-class Ambassador-class battleship, they also decided that the Iron Gate was completely ineffective.

It only takes a few missiles to completely disintegrate the defense of the Titaniums, but at this moment, a dense array of light spears and cannon sequence light spears are shot from the Iron Gate.

"For the Emperor!" The Imperial Navy chanted in the name of the Lord of Mankind, and nearly a hundred warships surrounded the damned Eldar from the left and right, and the intense light spear shot instantly disable the Phantom Engine of the Elven, revealing the gothic-style warship full of spikes.

The archon grabbed the handrail inside the battleship, and the energy explosion from the shot was so violent that he could not bear it anymore and almost fell.

"How is that possible, where did it come from?"

"Huh?!"

When he was surprised, the Yue-class cruiser in the distance, on the Portero, the Bulldog assault ship followed the torpedo extremely fast, and the Spirit Clan's battleships rarely fell into maneuver and passivity, which also made them almost impossible to defend themselves in, and their armor was also very weak, but now they were sandwiches sandwiches by the Imperial Guard and Titanium, and their running and fighting tactics were completely ineffective, so that the assault ship instantly poured into the front of the flagship.

The weak armor was wiped out by the heat, and a mixed formation of the Imperial Guard and Titanium, several XV25 combat suits with the elite troops of the Katachan soldiers rushed out, tearing apart the defending cabal warriors and their armor in an instant with the powerful power of their long blades and combat suits.

What Elves have extremely fast dodging abilities? In the invasion battle with full strength, those spirits can neither dodge attacks inside the battleship nor gain an advantage head-on, and the jumping gang troops in the void suits and the titanium warriors in combat suits are simply in a no-man's land.

Of course, it's not that the Elves are too weak, it's that the Skadians and Titanium Warriors are too strong.

"Priority is given to destroying alien equipment." Alan Bair raised his gun and smashed the thing in front of him, and a lot of green liquid flowed out, and the strong corrosive force melted the battleship floor made of special materials of the Spirit Clan.

The others also smashed the place into a mess, but soon, the help of the dark spirits came.

The shot of a poison crystal rifle was neutralized by Alan Bair's personal void shield, and the conspiracy leader, the archon, looked murderously at the guy in front of him who had escaped death in his hands.

"Monchi!" He was so angry that he walked forward quickly, extremely fast, like lightning, so that the titanium XV25 combat suit that blocked him was torn apart in an instant, this thing is the elite of the titanium clan that is against the star marines!

Although the combat experience and sensitivity are slightly inferior, the demigods whose defense and attack power are far greater than those of the emperor are far greater, and such a terrifying force is also torn apart in an instant?!

The Archon was only frantically trying to see the pain of the reluctant, and Alan Barr was only raising his weapon.

The Archon's confident charge, he can dodge, no matter what the attack is, he can dodge!

Bang, whoosh, noosh...

The sound of hot melting, the sound of phantom shields being fired, the sound of powered weapons being chopped down.

The Archon's chest was broken in two by the heat, and his tall body fell to the ground, but the lower half of his body remained standing.

"It's so sturdy, it didn't crack directly, your outfit is comparable to pure gold!" Alan Barr praised the Archon for his wealth, but the Archon was only a ghost, his helmet falling far away, his beautiful cheeks dancing with blood, and the high cupola whip scorched the ends of the hot heat.

"Impossible... You Monchi..."

Alan Bair raised his gun and said. "Last time I gave you a piece of equipment, this time you gave me back full marks, go to see your god, alien, don't be so arrogant in the next life, if your soul is not swallowed by the one who is supreme!"

Bang...

Blood stained the ground, and Alan Barr led the soldiers into the flagship control room, holding up the Dark Eldar's communicator.

"The flagship has been controlled by the Imperial Guard, you guys run!"

He couldn't afford to make the war more costly, because there was still a threat from the Red Pirates, but he still activated the flagship's missile group.

"That's right—" he pressed the button, and countless sickle missiles were fired at the Spirit Clan's warship, ending this crazy war for a short time.

(End of chapter)