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A large transport plane is sailing towards Maculag.

In the deepest chamber of the transport plane, Janission Protector Kirken is fully armed and fighting a formidable opponent.

If there were people from the Five Hundred Worlds present at this moment, they would surely have discovered in their surprise and anger that it was not the demons or the Plague Warriors who were fighting for their lives, but their Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Otrama, Kiliman.

"You are a conscientious regent of the Empire in the eyes of others, but not in our eyes."

"You are a villain who wants to steal the achievements of my lord."

"As your troubled children judge, you're an ambitious bastard."

Coken held his shield to fend off Kiliman's continuous slashes.

The Flaming Sword left several marks on the specially crafted Adamantite Shield.

Almost all of Kirken's strength was used to hold the shield to resist the onslaught of the Killiman, this special shield was too heavy, but it also far exceeded the expectations of the Cockken and the other Praetorian soldiers, and there was no way to face the shield-holding Cockken Killyman.

And in Kirken's sarcastic tone and tone, Killiman was furious as the Praetorian had first conceived.

"What are you waiting for! Ryan! "This outrage-prone guy has got a pair of adoptive parents who love him, and you've been struggling to survive in the dangerous forests of Caliban, venting your anger and jealousy on this ambitious thing!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a Ryan jumped out of thin air from the wall.

With Ryan in the fight, Kirken doesn't have to just block.

Take advantage of the two beasts...... The beast in Kirken's eyes, while they were fighting, looked for an opportunity, and finally lost his shield after Killman's arm was cut off by Lane's sword, clenched his spear in both hands, and stabbed Killeman in the back of the heart with an arrow.

Unable to render the Primordial incapacitated by this level of attack, Killiman turned back to Kirken with a deafening roar in excruciating pain and rage.

But the roar soon stopped.

For Ryan snatched Kiliman's flaming sword and severed the head of the Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds of Otlama with a single sword.

Both Kiliman and Ryan then go from flesh and blood to blurry pixels, and then fade away.

The lights in the secret room turned on, and the sound of the servant's announcement sounded.

"The one hundred and twenty-first simulated battle is over."

As is customary, Kirken will check his performance in the battle just now, and then analyze his weaknesses and strengths as much as possible from the battle footage, as well as Kiliman's weaknesses, and think about what it would be like if he actually fought the original body.

But this will Keken have no time, he just used the free time of the transport plane to Makulag to practice, and it is not too late to watch the battle video when he is free.

Moreover, simulated combat will inevitably be lacking due to equipment and data limitations, so it is better to follow the original body and analyze the real advantages and disadvantages of the original body.

"Better not let me find anything, Regent." Cocken put down his shield and spear, turned and walked out of the chamber.

The transport plane was already on the verge of entering the Makulag atmosphere.

Kirken who came out of the chamber and his colleagues with spears and shields looked at each other, nodded, and stood in front of the hatch waiting.

At this time, Coken's eyes swept through the window and saw a battleship suddenly appear outside.

The ship was imbued with the style of the Tyrone Sector, black, with an angular Adamantite Gold shell, but it appeared in a way that was not the usual appearance style of Tyrone ships.

It was as if a drawing of the battleship had been splashed with ink and looked blurry, and then the blurred battleship galloped from a distance to near the Makulag track, and then gradually became clear.

If Cocken is not mistaken......

If the Praetorian Protector's eyes hadn't deteriorated from spending too much time in the palace, the ship would have been straight out of the stars of Maculag, just as Kirken had seen.

The ship took a straight line that did not evade anything at all, extremely fast.

"Tyrone's new faster-than-light technology?"

Kirken heard a colleague ask himself.

"I don't know."

Kirken shook his head.

After saying that, Coken was silent for two seconds before adding another sentence.

"Even I don't know."

The transport plane trembled, and the ten forbidden soldiers who followed Coken to the Five Hundred World immediately held their heads high, their shields standing in front of them, and their spears in their arms.

The hatch slowly opened, and Korken led the Praetorian army out of the transport plane.

The Praetorian Protector first saw the wounded soldiers near the tarmac waiting to board the transport plane to Yax.

A flash of contempt flashed across Kirken's face under his golden helmet.

Then the Praetorian Tribune looked away and saw Kiriman, who had just walked up the steps to the tarmac, surrounded by Calga and the Ultramarines.

"Photo ......"

As soon as Kirken wanted to greet him politely, Killiman led the man past him until he walked to the empty place and stood still.

Then a chasm opened in front of Killiman, and the four men walked out of it.

In the middle is the Lord of Tyrone.

Kirken hadn't seen him, but he could guess.

Next to the Lord of Tyrone was a blonde woman.

The moment he saw the woman, Kirken's eyes narrowed.

Behind the Lord of Tyrone stood two Praetorian guards to the left and right.

One of the Praetorian guards' power armor was emitting hot gas.

"You're finally here!"

"I ran into a Death Guard battleship on the way, and I wasted a few minutes."

There was a burst of laughter from there, and Coken listened to the conversation between the two masters of the Five Hundred Worlds and the Tyrone Star Zone, and they seemed to be on good terms, and even the Lord of Tyrone floated up and hugged Kiliman, and then held hands and introduced the people he had brought with him.

"Vanessa, you've seen it."

Killiman walked up to Vanessa, crouched down to observe the lady's pupils, smiled and stretched out her hand, "It seems that I should call you Ms. at this time, and not anything else." ”

"Or else?" Vanessa's pupils flickered with a golden light, "Unless you want to call me Daddy in front of so many people." ”

Hearing this, Calga and the leaders of the sub-group, who had followed Killiman with this, burst into exclamations, whispering about why the blonde lady's mouth was so stinky.

"We know each other and have a good relationship, so just kidding. You know, a little humor from your genetic father or something......" Kiriman awkwardly turned around and explained to the heirs, and then walked over to the guards behind Qin Mo.

Commander of the Praetorian Guard, Gray.

An Ruida, a civil official among the Praetorian Guards.

The former has just powered the faster-than-light engines on the Praetorian Fried, and the power armor has also dissipated heat from the outside.

The latter, Kiliman, had seen that during the first trip to Tyrone, Anruida was in charge of taking care of the original body.

After shaking hands with the people brought by Qin Mo one by one, Kiriman and Qin Mo walked side by side in front of Keken, the protector of the forbidden army.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

"You don't have to explain anything, I understand."

Kirken interrupted Killman, and then respectfully saluted Killman.

(End of chapter)