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"The walls of the Skull Fortress have been breached!"

"The Lord of Tyrone has personally led the elite into the fortress and is fighting against the demon army!"

The crew inside the bridge loudly reported the progress of the ground war.

Every piece of news was enough to make people feel excited, and the otherwise difficult siege warfare was made much easier by the participation of one person.

Perhaps, from a strategic point of view, a very powerful warrior is not enough to attract the attention and admiration of the commander, because as a combat unit, the role of a powerful warrior is difficult to compete with the role of a group of ordinary warriors.

But if a warrior is strong enough to turn the tide of battle, it is a strategic combat unit.

"I was supposed to go down with him and fight alongside him." Killiman suddenly sighed.

"Do you want to go down and find death?" Ryan glanced at Killman, "The intensity of this war is much higher than when the plague pigs ravaged Otlama, what can you do when you go down?" ”

Kiriman frowned and looked at his brother.

There are so many things that a primordial can do, even if there is no way to directly intervene in the battle of so many bloodthirsty madmen and demon princes, then it can also plan and arrange troops and shoulder the responsibility of commanding.

The original body can do this, and the original body with the Emperor's Sword can do even more.

But Killiman just thought so in his heart, but did not express it, but silently observed Ryan.

At this time, Ryan looked a little nervous, sitting next to the tactical table with his head bowed without saying a word, his expression was extremely solemn, which was exactly the expression of worrying about something.

Feeling his brother's gaze, Ryan took the initiative to speak: "I'm worried about what will happen if an opponent more terrifying than the Skull Fortress appears, and the Lord of Tyrone can't return in time. ”

"Nothing will happen." Kiliman shook his head slowly, "Our father is staring, if there is something more terrifying, something that you and I can't match, he can delay for a while, even if he can't suppress it." ”

"We ......" Ryan's mouth quickly opened and closed again.

But it was just such a small gesture that made Killiman aware of Ryan's state of mind, and realized that his brother was skeptical that the Emperor's will possessed by Vanessa would do what he said would do.

Knowing that Ryan was very serious, and that he had just served as the commander of the empire and fulfilled the biggest duty of the commander, there was a lot of psychological pressure, and Kiriman didn't persuade anything, just watched the battle silently.

However, watching the battle is not what the Regent has to do at this time, and just as Ryan is watching the battle and making plans at the same time, there is something that Killiman needs to do.

This thing is identification.

Killiman occasionally glanced down at the papers on the table, which were not related to the war, but a list showing all the suspicious items in the fleet.

Recently, some strange items have appeared on the Glory of Maculag or the Invincible Truth, and Tigurias, the director of the Ultramarine's Think Tank, will patrol the two flagships belonging to the Ultramarines and the Dark Angel respectively, and report those suspicious items.

Killiman reviews these suspicious items and makes a decision to destroy or keep them.

And the reason why Killiman did this was not because of someone else's arrangement or inspiration, but because he felt that he should do it.

I think it should.

This seemingly sensing ability has been present since Killiman first entered the Eye of Fear.

Resisting the essence of subspace, Killiman constantly felt something in his eyes of fear draw him in, make him feel at home, and help him at the same time.

……

Meanwhile.

Inside the Skull Fortress, the safest place.

The Chaos Commanders on Broome gathered, with the exception of Ubondrak, who had gone out to fight.

Although when Typhons and the others refused Ubon Drak's request to play in the battle, the latter didn't say much, but Vashtor could guess that this demon prince definitely scolded himself and Typhonse for being cowards in his heart.

If Ubonddrak had said it to his face, Vashtor would have refuted it, because he and Typhonse were not "hiding" from the monster that could chew up their souls and eat them, but they were really doing something very useful.

"This one." Vashtor pulled out a ball-sized object with a demon on it and handed it to Typhons, "Send this out on the Invincible Truth." ”

"Or is it something that can teleport an entire battleship into the demon world with a single explosion?" Typhonse was visibly dissatisfied, but took what Vashtor had given him.

Then a grand ceremony unfolded under the command of the Plague Vanguard.

Vashtor watched with interest the entire dark ritual shrouded in green mist.

Typhonse picked up the orb-sized object and prayed aloud.

He initially praised the Almighty Father, but when he began to talk about the difficulties he had encountered, and the possibility that the entire Eye of Fear might be shut down because of the defeat in the war on Bloom, the ceremony began in earnest.

Typhons had performed such rituals many times, and Vashtor, who was his accomplice, knew what such rituals could do.

In short, to send something to the enemy's fleet.

It wasn't as simple as teleporting in, because Vashtor found that even he couldn't make a creation that could simply teleport something directly to a certain ship in the enemy's fleet, and the fleet was shrouded in something strange.

Typhons, on the other hand, performs rituals that can be implanted into the hands of the enemy.

For example, this creation the size of a glass ball.

It will appear directly in the past, in the hands of the ancestor of a high-ranking crew member in the fleet, and then pass it down from generation to generation as a family heirloom or something until that crew member brings such an item into the Eye of Fear to fight, and then the item that will bring havoc to the entire ship will appear in the hands of the enemy and fulfill the duty it was born with.

"Failed." Typhons raised his free hands, "What you gave was found by Tigurias. ”

"Found again? Has this psyker been strengthened, it's so hard to fool. Washtolton was helpless.

At this time, both the Plague Vanguard and the Forge's Master invariably realized that something was protecting the human fleet, and the psionics in the fleet were even strengthened, and they could find items in the past and future that should not appear in the present.

And if you want to get by, it's not impossible.

That is to come up with an object made by humans themselves, rather than something born in subspace, and while it is impossible to pass the level 100%, at least it will not be so easy to detect.

"Box of Mourning." Vashtor's hand flicked, and a new evil appeared in his hand.

Typhonse observed the thing.

It was a brass-colored box with a strange pattern on it and a circle-shaped mark on the front, which looked very strange.

"Blood god stuff?" Typhonse asked.

"Not everything that has anything to do with brass is crazy...... Blood God Stuff. Vashtor handed the creation known as the Box of Mourning to Typhons, "I have received it from a keeper of secrets, forged by the hands of the deceived among men. ”

Typhonse took the brass box and looked at it with some surprise: "Where are we going to send it?" ”

"The ...... of the expeditionary fleet" Vashtor raised his head, "on the flagship." ”

(End of chapter)