Radiant.

It was difficult for Loja Aurelian to describe to anyone how he felt at the moment, on the one hand, he was shocked by the temple in front of him. On the other hand, he was also deeply ashamed of the shock.

He shouldn't be like this, but he can't help it. He couldn't resist. He couldn't do that.

Loka was good at theology and everything that had to do with it. Even in the eyes of his devout fanaticism, the temple was an absolute masterpiece of religious art.

In his eyes, the temple was more than just 'glowing', it was actually an aggregate of light, so sacred that it was almost blinding.

He could even connect the openings in the pink-purple coral walls, using the rainbow of light that bubbled out of them to create an abstract face in his mind. It is clear that the Lal worship a god with a similar face to them, but even more bewitching.

Generally speaking, gods with such countenances or 'attributes' are inseparable from concepts such as 'reproduction' or 'reproduction' in mythology.

But Luo Jia didn't have time for this kind of theological and philosophical reflection right now, and he wasn't interested, nor could he be interested in exploring the story behind the false gods of an alien race.

The Great Whisperer forced himself to look away from the massive temple dangling in the air, gripped the 'Enlightener', a power scepter forged to him by Ferus Manus himself, and slew several approaching Lars with a single blow of his innate greatness.

Corpses splattered, blood scattered, but the fire of Loja's shame never stopped.

The Enlightened One waved it again, and the Great Speaker didn't even turn on its disintegration stance. He was killing with all his own weight and his own strength, and in a sense, it was no different from venting his anger.

"There is only one truth and one god in the world!"

Luo Jia roared at them with a sound like thunder, and he didn't even need some system built into his armor to do that.

"The Lord of Men will deprive you of your lowly and filthy lives with His supreme wrath!"

Thunder roared, and the sound of gunfire all around them paused for a moment at this remark. The Whisperers were burned with their faith and will by the call of the Primordial, and the frenzy was added to the fanaticism, making it almost impossible to understand how their will to fight was connected at this moment.

Heavy vehicles roared by, gunboats rained down on the air, and for a moment, the world seemed to be reduced to the sound of killing. Luo Jia looked at this scene, but there was no wave in her heart.

He took the Enlightened One and walked forward, his gait leisurely, like a walk.

Cannons slashed across his head, shattering the fortresses the Xenomorphs had built on their suspended temples, and turning countless Ral warriors into flesh and blood-stained flowers in the water.

Luo Jia watched them die indifferently, and there was no joy in her heart.

He despised these things, they were just another ungod-believing inferior race in the galaxy, and they didn't deserve his emotions.

The fire of his wrath was only directed at that temple, as for the Lals?

The Great Speaker picked up the Enlightener again—and with one blow, the ralls who had gathered around him were beaten into a mist of blood.

Their energy beams can't even scar his armor, and their ranged attacks can be lethal to normal power armor, but they are nothing to mention for the Terminator armor and the original armor.

Luo Jia stepped over the shattered corpse and raised her right hand high. An unnamed tome shook around his waist, and his golden skin radiated a blazing glow.

In the next second, his voice rang in the ears of all the bearers.

"Kill heretics!" Luo Jia snarled succinctly. "Burn everything, destroy everything! Let these alien desecrated corpses burn with their damned temples! Forward, Whisperers, in the name of the Emperor of God! ”

"In the name of the God Emperor!" The Wai Men shouted in unison, and the already losing formation of the Lahrs was almost untenable at this moment.

When the Legion begins to storm head-on, when the sky is obscured by gunboats, the ground is occupied by artillery and crushers. Winning is a matter of time.

Luo Jia looked at his heirs with a smile, feeling their firmness, and the Great Speaker couldn't help but feel a little pride in his heart.

And his company commander also came over at this moment.

His name is Cole Fallon.

"How, sir?" The company commander asked, using an honorific title.

Loga glanced at him, and with a single glance, he could know the temptation of Cole Fallon's hiding.

So Luo Jia reached out and put his hand on the shoulder of the company commander, which also had a comical tinge to Cole Fallon's much shorter than the average Astarte.

Koloja didn't care about it, he just spoke solemnly, in the midst of the cannon fire.

"Don't do this, Cole, you know very well that I'm not your 'adult'."

"Alright, Luojia." The captain of the company of the Bearer smiled, his smile filled with satisfaction. Once again, Luo Jia caught his request and easily complied with him.

"How do you want to move forward next?"

Luo Jia raised her hand and pointed at the scepter in her hand. The temple suspended in the air was exactly where the tip of his scepter pointed, and Cole Fallon's gaze became a little surprised: "Are you serious?" Shouldn't we wait for your two brothers? ”

"There's no need for that." The Great Speaker suddenly said resolutely. "Such heretical cults deserve to be dealt with by us the most, don't they? Neither the Midnight Blade nor the Emperor's Son were as experienced in this matter as we were. ”

"I agree with that, but will this attract the questioning of your brothers afterwards?"

"I'll give them a convincing reason." Luo Jia replied confidently.

Cole Fallon smiled, a smile with a disguised pride that Lorja didn't notice at the moment. Or maybe he noticed it, but he didn't want to pay attention to it at the moment. The commander of the company of the Bearers turned his head and looked at the dark sky.

He knew that in orbit, on the Law of Loyalty, his fellow Arebus was looking at it with a smile on his face.

They all received a vague revelation in their dreams, and what a seductive phrase the words were—'A new god is about to be born.'

The Beings of the High Beings never give a definitive answer, but Erebus and Cole Fallon already know how they will bring about this future.

They knew it all along.

Cole Fallon spoke again: "Do you want to be the first to receive this honor, Legionnaire?" ”

"What do you mean?" Luo Jia lowered her head and looked at him, her gaze extremely intriguing.

"The first seeker of the Bearer of the Word, the bearer of the Truth, should personally inspect the temple of heresy." Cole Fallon raised his hand and pointed at it. "Who else can win this honor but you?"

Luo Jia was obviously moved, but he still had his senses—the Great Speaker frowned, "It's impossible for this kind of temple to be without guards. ”

Cole Fallon laughed, again.

"There are no guards in that temple, my lord." He blinked, deliberately pronouncing the word adult a little heavier. "I've seen it in advance with a scanning device."

Luo Jia smiled in surprise, "You're so sweet, Cole. ”

The company grew up laughing.

Twenty-seven minutes later, he watched as Lorga Aurelian walked into the temple, and saw the colorful light that shot out of the opening in the wall immediately transformed into a fierce white.

Did it work?!

Cole Fallon's heart was full of excitement, the power of the Supreme Heaven was vivid, if Luo Jia could get one-tenth, one hundredth! The Bearers will have even greater power!

At that time, will the so-called emperor still be able to despise the faith he brought from Colchis? This man who is skilled in power and thirsts for power has been carried away by great joy, and in the midst of such ecstasy, his shrewd mind has neglected two things, consciously or unconsciously.

First, the concept of time in the Supreme Day was very different from what he was used to.

Second, the vague words speak of a new God.

Who is it? Who?

He should have considered these issues more carefully, and he should have even gone through the whole thing in full before making a decision

But, as he had said to young Loja Aurelian many years earlier on Colchis, everything came true, as if it were a prank, or an astonishing coincidence.

At that time, he stood under the blazing sun of Colchis, and put his fingers together, observing the pale sun with a blessed appearance. Lorga Aurelian stood beside him, and he said—

- "The first point about the mantra, Luojia. You have to understand that under the gaze of the power of the Most High, we are all only slaves. ”

——

On the other side of the battlefield, the Nightblades who had landed on the atoll fortress in the traditional way were silent in the night, Conrad Coetzes standing motionless by his side.

In the darkness, his posture is distorted and misleading, and from a distance, you can only see a monster with sharp limbs and two horns. If you add that motionlessness, it can be called the posture of a watchman.

"You know what, Conrad? You now remind me of those gargoyles on Nostramo. A voice whispered in his ear.

"What's the number?" The Lord of the Night asked softly.

"What do you think?"

"I don't like to make that comparison." Said the Lord of the Night. "And I'm almost annoyed by the Whisperers. Do they understand how to turn off or exit the public voice channel during the battle cry? ”

Carlil laughed silently - Conrad Coetze's complaint was definitely justified and legitimate, but it had nothing to do with his laughter.

"So, how do you move forward?" He asked again. "Is it to raid the Ral from the rear, as you have done beforehand, or are you going to use some deviant tactics?"

"It's safer to raid." Coetzes said coldly. "I don't want to make a fuss at this juncture, so let's let this war end as soon as possible."

He turned and looked into the darkness. The Nightblades stared at him, their weapons glittering in the darkness, and the lightning lines on their armor were permanently bright, illuminating each other and making the atmosphere even more eerie.

"Let's go hunting." The Lord of the Night sneered lowly.

Other than that, he didn't say anything more. The monsters in the darkness had already poured out of their nests, and they swept over the scarlet and pitch-black cloaks and ran towards the place where their prey was.

——

Fogham suddenly felt an extremely strong jolt, followed by the roar of an explosion and some kind of violent impact. He immediately turned on his magnetic boots to save himself from falling.

The Phoenix Guards reacted just as quickly, and none of them lost their demeanor. Phoenix looked into the cockpit and saw that his pilot was jerking the joystick to dodge the dark green beam from the ground.

Fogrem frowned, not surprised by this. He had been told by his advisers in advance that it would be risky to rush into the battlefield from the air.

During these two days, the Coral Tower anti-aircraft installations of the Lal alien have repeatedly proven their effectiveness, and many gunboats have been bruised or even completely destroyed while carrying out bombing missions. These things are completely automatic, and they are all aimed at by reflexes.

Fogrem frowned in disbelief, unable to believe that Loja's firepower had missed a coral tower.

The red glow of warning in the cabin lit up, and the pilot began to shout, his voice almost becoming a completely unaudible scream in the high-speed crash.

The phoenix took a quiet step forward and took his hand.

"Calm down." Vogrim said in a powerful voice, and although he wanted to ask himself why this battle-hardened pilot suddenly screamed so miserably, he held back.

"Where is the damage?"

"Left wing!"

"Then transfer the energy supply to the engine on the right wing." Vogrim said immediately. "Restart the stabilizer, restart the equipment of the unit, and maintain balance"

His words worked, and the pilot calmed down and completed a series of maneuvers based on years of training and this borrowed calm.

Eventually, the transport plane stopped jolting and shaking, and the flashing of the warning lights shifted to a mild frequency, but Vogrim knew that this was just the beginning. He reached out and put his hand on the pilot's hand, which was more than twice as small as him, and gently pushed the lever up.

"There is no fuel, and we are still one hundred and fifty meters above the ground." Phoenix shrugged with a sense of humor. "Stay calm, okay, John Kutass?"

The pilots nodded diligently, and half a minute later, they made a forced landing from the sky and fell heavily on the reef.

Black smoke rolled up, flames burned, glass shattered, and the deck shook. With one hand, he steadily opened the door of the transport plane, and Vogrim pressed his sword with one hand, allowing the crew to walk out first, and he strode out of the cabin without a single wave on his face.

The Phoenix Guards followed him closely.

He looked at the sky, looked around, and it only took him a few seconds to know where he was. There are more gunboats or transports in the sky that belong to the emperor's sons, but there are also soldiers who have chosen to parachute and are speeding down to the ground.

Fogrem smiled, knowing that his tactics had succeeded. The Bearer is in charge of the front, the Midnight Blade launches a surprise and decapitation tactic from the rear, and the Emperor's Son enters from the air.

The soldiers are dangerous, but the surprise soldiers win.

At the moment, it seems that they are on the verge of winning.

It's just that

The phoenix frowned, turned its head, and glanced at the suspended temple not far away. He could clearly see the white light spilling from the countless openings in the reef, and for some reason, his heart suddenly stopped beating a beat.

A sense of foreboding arose.

"Pass my orders." Fogrem jerked out his sword. "All-out attack, kill all aliens!"

Updated.

(End of chapter)