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"Pull all the soulless out of the battle sequence for me!"

"I don't care about the opinions of any friendly forces, the command of the soulless who have the status of a soldier in the Tyrone Star Zone belongs to me!"

At the entrance to the Skull Fortress, Yao En roared loudly and angrily to mobilize his own armed forces.

Each Praetorian Guard was granted command, and the highest rank of command could even surpass that of the commander of an army corps or the commander of a warship.

But of all the Praetorian Guards, only Yao En had his own standing army, and that was the Soulless Legion that had accompanied him in the Battle of Cadia centuries earlier.

Although the source of soldiers in this soulless army and the growth and retirement of the army have been re-enlisted for several rounds, the number of the corps has always been retained, as unbreakable as Yaoen's command.

However, as a janissaries, Yao En still had to grind his tongue, not to argue whether the command belonged to him, but to make it difficult for the military communications personnel to convey the order as soon as possible, so that the soldiers of the Soulless Legion who were fighting in various places in the Skull Fortress withdrew from the battle and regrouped into a whole corps.

And after the corps is assembled, Yao En will also mobilize a large number of weapons and equipment, vehicles, ammunition, and so on that are exclusive to this soulless corps...... But only if he can get the corps assembled in time.

"But Mr. Praetorian Guard, your soulless soldiers are supporting allies throughout the battlefield, using their talents to help them fight those demons."

"If they are drawn and regrouped, what is the good of the friendly forces?"

The question caused Yao to stop his anxious pacing, and he stopped and looked around.

The Praetorian Guard's powerful modified prosthetic eye allows Yao En to see far, far away.

The Skull Fortress is full of battlefields, and the interior of this massive military project is home to walls, tunnels, water pipes, and even holes stolen by unknown rat-like creatures.

Far more fierce than the battle for Guardians in the Battle of Cartier, every good news transmitted into the command and communication system, even if it only captured an area of ten meters, was the result of thousands of sacrifices.

Mortals die like ants.

And Astarte died like a mortal.

The famous new Thunder warrior died like Astarte in this intense war.

"Look up at eight o'clock." Yao En responded after a moment of silence, "The Lord of Tyrone is there to face the demon, he can raise his hand to blow a big hole in the walls of this fortress, whether it is us Tyrone or friendly troops, we have to thank him for being able to enter the fortress, otherwise everyone will still eat cannonballs under the walls." ”

"I've got to help him out!"

"If something happens to him...... No, if he is pinned, as he is now, it will be the greatest danger to us and our allies! ”

Yao'en's words reached the other side.

Then the people in the Ministry of Communications silently conveyed orders for Yao En to mobilize communication technology based on real matter or psionic energy and Blackstone technology.

The person on the other side of the communication channel is not an ordinary relay person, he has never been a transfer person, and his ability to question Yao En's Praetorian guard in accordance with the process is enough to prove that his status is not low.

He was the commander of several corps.

It's just that in a war of this level, such a commander is just running errands in the command car.

The order was conveyed.

The soulless are coming.

But just as Yao En was about to preach to his soldiers that these people who were born with natural gifts were going to do something great, that is, to save the leader to whom they were born to be allegiated, a gust of wind howled and interrupted his speech.

The speech was interrupted, which was normal if it was a pure form of dialogue shouted at the top of his voice, but Yao Eun was preaching to his subordinates using a communication device.

In the Eye of Fear, it worked very well, and the reliable communication method based on the Blackstone application technology and a little bit of psionic technology was completely ineffective at this point.

"What the hell?" Yao En turned.

In front of him, beyond the entrance and exit of the Skull Fortress, an overwhelming storm was sweeping in.

It was a storm.

The wind swept in with an unstoppable force like the embodied fury of the Blood God Servant.

Although it was only a storm, the battle was not insignificant, and Yao En had only seen it when the iron man's nano bee colony ate half of the planet's resources for reproduction and expansion.

"The rain has stopped." Yao En was stunned and dazed, his hand raised slightly, and no more blood fell from the sky.

While there was no indication that the constant rain of blood on the Skull Fortress had stopped falling to have anything to do with the storm, Yao's instincts told him it was.

The storm continues to approach.

The fleets outside orbit saw the storm sweep across the planet like a wildfire.

And as the storm gets closer, people on the ground can see it more clearly.

The howling wind, the sound of the wind was filled with anger and hatred.

In the tumbling storm was a dense stream of lightning.

There's a hint of blue in it all.

Ezekiel, who was leading the first company of the Dark Angels, also witnessed the storm, and he watched the storm in amazement, wondering why it had come from.

Searching through his brain, Ezekiel could only remember a meeting with the Regent of the Empire.

If Ezekiel had to describe how he felt about Killiman on a psionic level, he would say that he felt Killiman was a storm.

As the storm drew closer, psykers like Ezekiel felt pain deep into their bones.

And Yao En and the soulless people who had just gathered felt the same severe pain.

It's just that one is suffering on the mental level and the other is suffering on the physical level.

Pain wasn't necessarily a bad thing, at least along with them were the slaves of the Dark Gods inside the Skull Keep.

Typhonse, who was using the Book of Plague and preparing the sacrificial materials, suddenly fell to his knees.

The brains of the aristocracy who excelled at rituals exploded on Drakacy.

Everything that was out of the blackstone's range of chaos is now visible, the relationship between events and events is straightened out, and the rules of physics appear in places that the blackstone can't cover, even if it's rudimentary, but it does exist in the form of the physical rules of the real universe.

And on Qin Mo's side, he suddenly found that those great demons and vultarians couldn't move as fast as before.

The bloodthirsty demons felt the drag of their huge bodies, and could no longer look like tanks, but they moved faster than warplanes.

Qin Mo stepped on the mountain of corpses and looked up at the fleet outside the orbit that kept setting off fireworks in the Bloom sky, "It seems that the emperor is a super strong psionic boss even if he is a combination of three fragile wills, not only can he sit in the fleet, but he can also divide a part of the psionic energy to help, which really lives up to his high expectations!" ”

(End of chapter)