In the increasingly fragmented encirclement of the expeditionary fleet, four renegade Imperial ships quietly docked at the side of the space necro's Death Scythe, waiting for other awakened ships to join them.

Outside the encirclement, ships carrying the symbol of the clay artist were getting closer and closer under the control of the Antarx Mechanics.

But what is puzzling is that this fleet, which has turned its back on the Empire and the God of Machines, did not immediately launch an attack on the expeditionary fleet that was in a disorganized state inside, but tried to communicate with them like the space necromancers.

After thinking for a moment, Ellioud did not let the only currently controlled Dianying Maiden directly engage him, but chose to accept the access to the other party's communication.

He had no intention of talking to the betrayers, but now the expeditionary fleet was in trouble.

The awakening of the machine soul directly shook the hearts of the soldiers, and after knowing that the casting world Antars had turned their backs on the emperor and the god of all machines and switched to the subspace god called the clay artist, many officers were shocked in their hearts, and they also had a subtle distrust of the mechanical priests stationed on their ships.

The communication between the officers and sailors of the Navy and the Soul continued, with some of the warships choosing to remain loyal to the Empire, while others insisted on running for freedom, hoping that the crew would leave her body as soon as possible. There are also a very small number of outrageous machine souls with strange personalities who are actually bargaining with the technical priest.

In such a situation, Ellioud could only try to communicate with the other party, and in addition to gaining time, he could also gather as much information as possible about the clay artist.

After the communication was connected, an old voice mixed with some microcurrent sound came out of the communication array:

"I can't believe that we will meet again in such a scene, Captain Nabal, Vidal has been separated for nearly a hundred years, I hope you remember the voice of my old fellow......"

Elliud closed his eyes and said, "Captain Nabal has returned to the Golden Throne, and now I am the leader of the Blue-Blood Noble Warband. ”

"You're Elliud? Nabal is dead? …… It's good. The other person's voice seemed to have some relief: "It doesn't matter if he's gone, it's always sad to meet an old friend, especially that stubborn guy who can't understand the path we have chosen, and it will only add to the embarrassment." ”

"In this tone and voice, you are the Ruler Sage 'Jafar'." Elliud gritted his teeth and said, "It really pains me that Antarax forged the most respected sage in the world actually abandoned his belief in the God of All Machines and devoted himself to the so-called crooked faith. ”

The Mechanic Sage, known as "Jafar", paid no heed to Elliud's offensive words, instead laughing out loud with crackling sparks.

"I forgive your ignorance, Elliud. You're as die-hard as Nabal, but unlike him, you're not that pedantic. The Dominating Sage Jafar smiled heartily, "So, you should be able to understand the 'Dao' we have chosen. ”

Elliud snorted coldly and did not respond.

While he was talking to Jafar, the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, which had been nearly disintegrated by a short poem by a clay artist, was regrouped in the dark void outside Antarx's star system.

Awakened souls who are still loyal to the empire are constantly rebuilt, and the garrison formation is re-gathered. The self-consciousness of these battleship souls, which have been enlightened by clay artists, has greatly strengthened both their logical calculation ability and battlefield analysis ability, and the battleship itself has become more resistant to subspace pollution than ever before, which is a kind of unexpected bonus.

The technocrats tried their best to persuade the wobbling souls who had not yet stood in line not to go the wrong way, and as for the awakened warships that insisted on breaking away from the empire and seeking freedom, the admirals did not stop them, and began to prepare for the evacuation.

In the astonishingly orderly retreat, no one could have noticed that there was always a slender figure hidden in the shadows on the transport plane that came to pick up the soldiers from the mutinous battleship, moving against the flow of people.

One by one, wearing a full set of concealment equipment, the Elven Shadow Banshee carried a subspace poison that was enough to poison the Chaos Demons, and quietly infiltrated the cabins of warships that were no longer loyal to the Empire.

"There is no so-called 'Tao' that can be compared to dedication to the emperor." On the Heroine of the Palace, Ellioud refuted Jafar's statement with firm words: "The way you have betrayed the Empire and turned your back on the God of All Machines is nothing but the way of the demons. ”

"Really? I thought you could get it. Jafar, the Dominating Sage, said in a regretful tone, "We've just had enough of the decaying empire, but we've never turned our backs on the God of All Machines, quite the opposite!" We've never been closer to the Almighty Mechanical God! ”

"I don't know what to call a guy." Elliud snorted contemptuously.

The warlord tried to stabilize his mood during the conversation with the heretic, and at the same time, he also had to divide his energy to coordinate the return of the expeditionary fleet and the deployment of military forces, and silently accumulate strength for the next surprise attack.

Compared to Elliud's coldness and impatience, Jafar's appearance was very fanatical, and the hysterical old voice kept ringing in Elliud's ears:

"In the past, we were like fools in the mountains whose vision was obscured by clouds and mist, and we could only guess the will of the machine soul in lengthy rituals and obscure incantations, and we were so far from truly understanding the true meaning of the machine, yet we shamelessly claimed to be servants of the machine god...... Hehe, Tian is shameless......"

"But since that one came fifty years ago, everything has been different, everything has changed...... The whole world rejoiced at the arrival of the 'Clay Artist', the will of the machine has never been clearer, and the voice of the machine soul is so pleasant......"

"We have bathed in the true grace of God, we have comprehended the true meaning of machinery, the connection between flesh and metal has never been so close, we have never been so close to the machine god, we are close at hand......"

"It was the 951st year of the 39th millennium......"

"The God of All Machines has descended upon me."

In the communication channel, Jafar, the Dominating Sage, continues to chant and shout, expressing his love for the Almighty Machine God in the hope that he can convince the blue-blooded nobles from afar to join them in the arms of the merciful Machine God.

"Clay artist, god of all machines, all-powerful machine god...... These are His names. His grace gives the inorganic metal a true soul and gives us true freedom and salvation......"

Elliud frowned and endured Jafar's affectionate sermon as a shadow banshee arrived at the Glorious March's central control room.

This is the former flagship of the blue-blooded aristocratic warband, and after being awakened by the influence of clay artists, the spirit of the glorious crusade has chosen to turn his back on the empire and leave the expeditionary fleet. For any warrior of the blue-blooded nobles, this is a great shame that cannot be tolerated.

At Senerio's suggestion, Joshua named the Glorious Expedition as the first target to be killed.

With her slender legs and light steps as graceful as a tanuki, the Shadow Banshee calmly walked to the most important central array of the massive battleship, and casually pulled out a small bone spur with a dark black color from behind her waist.

There is no such thing as hesitation and procrastination for the banshee who has been brainwashed into a killing machine, and the spirit bone stinger pierces into the processing line of the battleship's hub in less than 0.1 milliseconds after being pulled out.

In the next moment, the fierce poison of the subspace that poisoned the soul began to spread.

"Almighty Robot......"

(End of chapter)