In the intensive preparations for war, a month passed.

This amount of time is nothing for anything outside of Pandora, and the Tyrone Navy has just withdrawn from the network and wiped out all the entrances and exits to the network where the Comoros is located.

A large number of Iron Men have just been dropped by the Iron Man Mothership, and the battle continues in the post-Holocaust Comoros.

The Army's transport ships, the Navy fleet, are preparing to return to the star sector.

The higher-ups had only learned from the scholars that nothing had happened to the Lord of Tyrone and the Prophet of Uslan, they had just landed on a distant planet, and that they were doing something.

The Iron Man Mothership, which is independent of humans, has just detected another hive fleet and sent the Iron Man fleet to clean up the Zerg in full accordance with the preset logic of the Iron Man.

And within Pandora, the barbarian spirits of the tribe are on the right track.

On the mountain range where the giant tree is located, a large sea of trees has been cleared, and fortresses have risen from the ground.

A total of about 20,000 Lingpeople have been transformed from farmers and herdsmen into warriors and producers of war materials.

Although the Spirit Race is now as weak as a flame that may be blown out at any time in the cold wind, as a war resource created by the ancient saints, they themselves have advantages similar to those of green skins, strong physique, rapid learning ability, and mental endurance, so that women who only picked fruit every day a month ago can learn how to ride a dragon and poke things very quickly, and adapt and accept that they will live as a warrior forever in the long life to come.

In the run-up to the battle, every night all the members of the tribe would drop their work and spend ten minutes in honor of their ancestors.

……

"Praise the great soul of the world, and praise each of our ancestors who carved out our homeland."

"Bless us, we will fight for Pandora's survival!"

"For the souls of the ancestors in the shrine, for this beautiful homeland!"

“……”

All the Na'vi tribes gathered at the top of the Great Tree of the World Shrine, each adult wearing armor and holding a weapon to lead his dragon.

Recently they have not taken off their armor, because war can be imagined to come soon.

While these spirits were making sacrifices, the World Shrine and the World Soul seemed to really know what these descendants were going to do, and they responded.

Glowing and glowing insects hovered around the trees, the gentle warm breeze brushed the skin of each spirit, and the beasts gathered beneath the giant trees and chirped.

Uslan watched it all.

Although the Ark Spirit Clan felt that the so-called World Soul was the same thing as the infinite loop in the Ark World, it was nothing more than a sacred place to house souls, and it would be useless to worship it as a god.

But that's not the case.

At least on Pandora, at least here with the kinships seen in Uslan, the soul of the world is really useful.

While watching this beautiful ceremony in Wuslan, Qin Mo quietly came behind him.

Uslan, who sensed Qin Mo's arrival, was very surprised, because he had never participated in the ritual for a while, except for making some blood-pumping machinery to extract Pandora's minerals, he flew outside the planet.

And today he actually came to the ceremony.

"The war will start soon." Qin Mo said in a deep voice, trying not to disturb the current ritual with his words as much as possible, "I have found a way to destroy the biological warship that the mother worm of the hive fleet is riding, if nothing else, a piece of the wreckage of the biological battleship will fall tomorrow morning, and then there will be spores dropped by the Zerg in the sky." ”

Hearing this, Wu Silan wanted to ask Qin Mo how he did it, but before he could say anything, he swallowed it back.

In the Battle of Baal, a fragment of a burner, a larger fragment, floated in space and threw a flaming lance to kill the Zerg, ending the mother worm in an instant that would have required a large fleet of long void battles to solve.

It was not easy for the physical mortal race to travel faster than light speed, but the star god could transmit his words tens of thousands of light-years away just by using electromagnetic force, crossing the astronomical distance of tens of thousands of light-years in an instant.

"What are our plans?" Uslan asked.

"It's simple, everyone take refuge in the fortress located on this side of the giant tree, and then ask your wild relatives to organize the dragon knights to leave the fortress, charge at the location of the mother worm, and then kill the female worm, it's as simple as that. You and I will be involved in this battle. Qin Mo said the plan he had already thought of.

Uslan wanted to ask if it was too easy.

But then it occurred to him that this was actually very complicated, for a star god.

At the end of the day, the reason why this war was fought on Pandora was simply to make the Na'vi realize what sacrifice was and what it meant to survive.

If it weren't for the educational investment of an ally who could devote himself to the fight against the enemies of the real universe in the future, the hive fleet would be nothing more than something that could be solved by being driven into a galaxy and catalyzing a star into a supernova.

This hive fleet has no psionic specialties, and it is not here to deal with the star gods at all, just like the blackstone fortress that threw Qin Mo into the subspace indirectly caused Slaanesh to fall into bad luck, and the spirit race indirectly caused other species to suffer unjustified disasters.

As for the savage spirits on Pandora, they will sacrifice a lot of people and will shed rivers of blood, but they only need to pay these costs to learn to survive.

After thinking about it, Uslan let out a sigh of emotion: "I'm really jealous of these relatives. ”

The conversation ritual is over.

Normally, the Elves should have gotten up and done something, but they didn't have it today.

The young leader, Tukaron, stepped down from the altar and looked at Qin Mo.

His people gathered together, got out of the way, and looked at Qin Mo as well.

"Will you be in the next battle?" Tukaron asked.

"Yes." Qin Mo nodded.

No matter how strong and trained these barbarian spirits were, it was impossible for them to become able to fight against the Zerg in a month.

Whether those dragon knights plus their own dragons can compete with the most ordinary clan warriors of a spirit clan is a question.

Let them charge at the mother, not let them die.

"Then you deserve your own dragon, too." Tukaron stepped aside as he spoke, raising his hands and staring at the blue light that gathered overhead.

According to them, Pandora's World Soul will match each of its children with a dragon that is most compatible with them, and this dragon will establish a spiritual connection with the knight.

"Forget it, I'll build my own motorcycle or something." Qin Mo refused without thinking about it.

It's not that Qin Mo doesn't want a dragon, after all, the situation that made the Spirit Clan charge the mother worm was part of the reason because he thought it was interesting.

But Qin Mo knew that he was not a barbarian spirit clan on Pandora, and it was unknown whether the soul of the world would accept him, let alone give a dragon to himself, a person who was not affected by spiritual energy.

(End of chapter)