"You've got the focus of the operation wrong from the beginning, Second Company Commander." Grey Wind spoke in Russell's appearance and voice, "Our goal has never been to wreak havoc on one of the Elven Clan's advance probes, but to wipe out the entire Fódlan's Ark fleet. ”

The combat deployment of the commander of the second company of the Iron Wandering Spirit is indeed safe, the ambush force has the entire planet as a strategic depth after eliminating the Spirit Landing Team, and the Ark of Bliss that returns to the defense can also contain the space power of the Spirit Race and buy time for the Imperial Army to evacuate.

For the Ark Spirit Clan with low reproductive ability, each Spirit Race is a precious treasure, and the Spirit Clan who ambushes and kills a few squads with one hand can indeed disgust each other fiercely, making the Fradora Ark World extremely painful.

However, Russell's plan for this war was never to bite and run away like a hyena, but to devour the enemy alive like a python.

"I see what you mean, your goals are ambitious. But...... We don't have the strength to achieve that. The second company commander said in a deep voice: "We only have one battleship, and even if the single performance of the Ark of Bliss is strong, it will be lonely in the face of the entire world of the Ark of Fudulla. ”

The battlecruiser was still a cruiser, and even if Russell had freed up a lot of space to crammed as many fighters as possible before departure, it would only be barely enough to set up an ambush on two habitable planets.

"Guys, follow me." Russell said suddenly.

In the control room of the battleship, everyone looked at the bullet star who suddenly spoke, only to see him get up from the cockpit and turn around and walk towards the door.

Alexei did not dare to slack off, and immediately followed, and the rest of the group followed in the footsteps of the prophetess, and the group left the control room and went with Russell to the core hangar set up in the keel frame of the battleship.

The Monk of Truth who was waiting here unlocked the genetic identification lock of the core hangar for them, and as the door opened, the heart beat of the great sage Coaster slowed.

It was only then that he truly understood why Russell would refuse him to carry Muspel's Titan Legion onto the Ark of Elysium.

"I agree with the second company commander's proposal that we should set up an ambush in the system, but we should not invest all our forces in this ambush."

The Bulleter turned around in front of the gate, and behind him, thousands of Cyberclers were lined up in the hangar, and countless optical sensors lit up at the same time, like bloodthirsty wolves opening their eyes in the dark:

"Because my strength is much more abundant than you think."

There are more than 500 galaxies in the Dream Lost Nebula, and even if each galaxy has habitable planets, Russell is fully capable of laying enough Titan power at each habitable point.

Before leaving Nirvana, Russell made the next plans, and he transferred all the carrier-based aircraft on the Ark of Elysium to the Oracle of Truth. The space freed up for all of the Cyberlux units on the sister ship was accommodated.

In other words, there is not even a single carrier-based aircraft on the current Ark of Elysium.

This was not good for the possible future naval battle in space, but Russell still made this choice.

There are still four days left before the Ark of Elysium reaches the first galaxy.

The Great Sage Coaster led the technical priests to hurry up and familiarize themselves with the performance of the Cyberlux Battlebody.

The warriors of the 2nd and 3rd Companies of the Iron Wanderer have also remained in the hangar, and many of them will be temporarily serving as Titan pilots - these Cyberlux warbodies have been modified so that they will no longer be controlled by Greywind's sub-processes.

Russell, accompanied by Alexey, came to a tightly sealed prison.

The Fudora spirits, who had been tortured to the death of the Inquisitor Blood Lion before, were barely hung by various life-sustaining devices and did not die.

"Not long ago, your companions used psionic weapons to sneak up on the orbital dockyard in Nifol, and one of my warships was parked inside, suffering heavy losses without subspace resistance - but there will be no next time."

Russell whispered, lightly tapping his slender white index finger on the eyebrows of a male Eldar warrior:

"I will ignite your lives and turn them into the energy needed to unlock the psionic shield and help us defend against your people."

With a soft voice, a psionic flame that ignited from the center of his brow triggered a series of carefully calculated chain reactions within the innate psionic creature.

Russell ignored the hateful eyes around him, ignoring the soul-deep pain that the spirit individual was going through in front of him, until it was reduced to ashes in the flames.

Eventually, a small pile of crystal clear dust of beauty gathered in Russell's palm.

"Both the quality and quantity are very good, worthy of the psionic race carried by the ancient saints; The Idaling's psionic dust should be much more burned than the ashes of the Children of Change...... Although it's still not quite as good as Zelodust. ”

Russell felt the majestic spiritual power contained in the dust in his hand, and used his other hand to ignite the remaining spirit individuals one by one.

"It turns out that apart from supplying the artifact that can set off a small subspace storm, is there any other use for this dust made from psionic creatures?" Bernartita, who was guarding the cell door, plucked up her courage and asked tentatively.

"It's a good thing, the purest and cleanest spiritual energy." Russell smiled and said: "This battleship is equipped with a psionic shield that far exceeds the damage bearing capacity of the Void Shield of the same specification, as well as a psionic stealth field that can hide the traces of the battleship. ”

Bernastita seemed to have something in mind, and before she could speak out to ask, Russell continued:

"Bernartita? I know that you have served as an Inquisitor in Espernes for many years, and you are well-informed and well-connected. So, after the end of this operation, I have a commission to give you. ”

"You say." Bernatita immediately agreed: "As long as it is within my ability, I will do my best." ”

"Good." Russell nodded, and continued:

"I need to use your network to spread the word - let's just say that the Star-Bomber is asking for psionic dust burned by the Spirit Clan at a high price."

"Whether it's advanced weapons and equipment, or the precious STC left over from the dark ages of science and technology, or even the artifact that can set off a subspace storm...... Titans, starships, psionic equipment, power armor made of adamantite, and purification technology to keep out the pollution of chaos...... All the precious things you can think of, as long as you give enough Spirit Dust, can be bought from me. ”

"As for the price...... Do you see the Titans parked in the hangar? Burning the dust obtained by a young spirit can be exchanged for an entire Titan battle group. That is, three airframes. ”

"I need you to spread the formula of the psionic chain reaction along with this news, the wider the better. But don't forget ......"

"I only want the Spirit Clan, and I don't accept any form of abuse."

Russell finished his request, and the alien prisoners locked in the cell had all been reduced to ashes.

There was no expression on the face of the Bulletin, not even facial features, but Bernartita felt that he was smiling for no reason, which made people shudder.

"I see." Bernartita bowed her head.

On the fourth day of entering the Lost Dream Nebula, the Ark of Elysium turned on the psionic invisibility field and began to approach the edge of the first target galaxy.