When you sit on your throne.

Qin Zheng possessed terrifying perceptual abilities.

He could feel any subtle change in the whole field.

When the chosen "Man of Destiny" Dantez swings his sword and slays the first enemy.

Qin Zheng noticed a slight change.

The parasitic soul fell into his realm, then burned in the flames, and was reduced to ashes along with the carat parasite.

He drew a glimmer of strength and pleasure from the death of the other party.

This is the power of war.

When man kills the enemies of humanity in his name.

He can draw strength from the death of the enemy of humanity.

I have to say that he began to go farther and farther on the road of the evil god.

Qin Zheng had felt the sacrifice of the Holy Eye to the big-eyed beads.

It was a wonderful feeling, as if I had tasted something indescribable.

When Dantes slaughtered the larvae, he felt the same thing.

It's just not that strong.

Blood sacrifices can strengthen the connection between the evil gods and reality, and can also bring pleasure to them.

No wonder every cult loves blood sacrifices.

The relationship is really happy and enjoyable.

Qin Zheng originally resisted blood sacrifices.

He didn't want to sacrifice his own clan to the state religion he established in order to fight against other cults and seize the right to speak.

In that case, what is the point of him building the Galactic Empire!!

But now, the sacrifices are made to aliens and human traitors.

He wasn't so resistant again.

It doesn't feel unacceptable.

Qin Zheng suddenly thought of those evil gods.

Aren't they all the same idea!!

Anyway, it's not my own kind, so I can sacrifice as much blood as I want!!

It's as if humans used to keep cows in a feeding room for milk.

Pigs are raised in pens for pork, just so that they can grow meat quickly so that they can be killed.

Do humans think that's a crime?

Will they feel guilty?

No!!

Will they religiously repent of the pigs who are trying to get out of the farm and just want to live?

No!!

Who cares if the pig's last cry is a cry for life or an angry curse!!

There will be no true coexistence in the universe.

In particular, there is a subspace in the galaxy, where the gods need sacrifices.

Coexistence is even more impossible.

There is never good or evil in the universe.

There are only two options: to live or to be destroyed.

Those alien gods can sacrifice human blood for blood.

Qin Zheng can naturally use other races for blood sacrifices.

In the future, if you are strong enough, it is not impossible to sacrifice those evil gods together.

This universe is a world where gods eat gods and gods eat people.

There is no point in hypocrisy.

Qin Zheng retracted his divergent thoughts.

He was never a hypocrite.

The protection of human beings is because human beings are his foundation and a community of interests.

The stronger a human being, the stronger he is.

Those aliens were not his roots.

Even if it's then, it's really a large-scale blood sacrifice.

There will also be no psychological burden.

Qin Zhengke has never advertised himself as a good person.

Before he rose up, he stole cars in Liberty City and killed people as a mercenary.

There have also been several robberies.

It is also the fact that things will develop quickly in the future, otherwise Qin Zheng will have to bear the name of a galaxy robber more or less.

Regarding the matter of robbing a bank, Qin Zheng really had an idea at the beginning.

When he rose, he stepped on the bones of those people.

After the establishment of the Galactic Empire, it was even more exerted to suppress and strangle those forces who dared to say no to him.

The number of people who died at his hands was too many to count.

Qin Zheng gathered his divergent thoughts for a moment and refocused his attention on the Skull Throne.

Loyalists who die in battle will have their souls reclaimed.

And the enemies who die in battle can become his nourishment.

If you don't destroy those alien and human enemies, I'm sorry for the dream realm mechanic!!

The harder the fight, the more united humanity becomes.

The more power he gets.

This power of war is really brutal.

It's just tricking him into becoming the most brutal destroyer of the race in this universe!!

After that, it's killing! Kill! Kill!

Interracial killing!

Evil gods and dependents killed!!

Traitors who betray the interests of humanity kill !!

Kill a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and kill a group of stars stained with blood.

The feedback brought by Dantes' killing made Qin Zheng more determined to do things.

This power of war must be put to good use.

To learn the big-eyed, lustful mother tree those evil god predecessors.

Spread your religion throughout the galaxy.

When the time came, he took the fleet with him to conquer.

When that time comes, those enemies of humanity will either kneel down and sing about conquest themselves.

Either break the leg and force the other person to kneel and sing conquest.

In the real universe Dantès did not know.

He became a test subject.

As he slashed Wiener with a single sword, splattering blood on him.

The evil spirit in his heart has been released.

He went on a killing spree at his former classmates.

With the blessing of that Divine Emperor, his power skyrocketed.

has a power no less than those Jindan monks.

That is to say, at present, except that the Lord can make two moves with him.

Everyone else is just ants.

The foundation-building monks who accompanied Vernal.

It only took a few breaths before he was slaughtered by Dantes.

His sword is unmatched.

Each sword contains a long-standing grievance and anger.

Every time he killed one, Qin Zheng laughed out loud in the dream realm.

The souls who were pulled into the flame hell saw the scene more and more terrifying and terrifying, and the screams were extremely poignant.

"Murdered."

"Murdered."

A Qi Refining Cultivator who fell to the ground was so frightened that his legs went limp.

Shouting as he crawled out.

Dantez walked over and stepped on the opponent's back with one kick, leaving the opponent lying directly on the ground.

With a slight effort, I heard the sound of bone cracking.

The Qi Refining Cultivator let out a terrible scream.

The next second, the sound stopped.

Because his head flew out.

The few shouts just now attracted the attention of many people.

The disciples in the temple came from all directions.

He also holds a sword and various magic weapons in his hand.

I thought it was someone invading, but I only saw Dantes, a blood-stained waste.

"What's going on?" A man with a strong body and a small head growing out of his shoulder stood up and asked.

This is a well-known foundation-building monk in the temple, and is known as the first person under the temple.

The strength is very strong.

Practicing the legendary secret method of attacking the unequaled - two heads and four arms.

The head on your shoulders is the fruit of your practice.

It's just that there are still two hands left before they can be cultivated.

Once he cultivates his hands, this guy will be able to fight beyond the ranks.

It is not difficult to build a foundation realm and shake the Jindan monks.

Dantez didn't reply, gave a cruel grin, and flew over.

The man was frightened and wanted to retreat and dodge.

But the speed of the other party is incredible.

Others only felt a trance in front of them.

Two heads, one large and one small, flew up.

Powerful blood spurted out, staining the blue-brick walls and smooth slate floors red.

"In the name of the Holy Emperor, all of them will die."

Dantes' voice was as piercing as a ghost.

He rushed into the crowd like a madman.

Kill anyone you see.

The huge Xuanyuan Taoist Temple was slaughtered.

The screams continued.

"Evil beast, you dare to fall into the devil's path."

The observer who came to see Dantès split a disciple in two, and the ground was full of stumps and broken arms, and the disciple did not know how many dead and wounded.

Suddenly, his eyes widened angrily, like a Dharma Protector Vajra.

Dantez turned around when he heard the voice.

Facing the viewer, he showed that crazy appearance.

The tattered robe was covered in blood, and it had been dyed red.

The Spectator roared.

"Beast, today I want you to pay."

Psionic breath erupted from the Lord's body.

The powerful impact shattered all the robes on his body.

Revealing that strong body.

Sharp bone spurs emerged from the back of his body.

The scalp was punctured, bloody, and had sharp bony horns.

The hands become slender.

The scales grow out from under the skin, which is also bloody, and pierces the surface of the skin directly.

Claws grow from the ends.

An eye also appeared in the palm of his hand.

This is the Dharma of the practice of the Meditation Master, which is cruel and tyrannical.

Once revealed, it means that he is going to go all out.

"Today, I will punish the devil."

The roar of the Spectator made Qin Zheng, who was watching the battle through Dantes' eyes, speechless.

If it is in the interests of humanity, his side is the right way!!

How did the other party shout so angrily!!

The carat parasite race is really TM not a face at all.

The Spectator rushed towards Dantes.

Dantes, undaunted, also met him

The pitch-black claws collided with the sword in Dantes' hand.

The sound of gold and iron colliding resounded through the gloomy buildings inside the Taoist temple.

The psionic energy became a substantial fluctuation.

Circle after circle stirred up, forming a violent wind.

Dantees' eyes were fierce.

He knew there was no turning back.

Only by killing and sacrificing can we continue to live.

Since the world didn't give him a chance to choose, then why should he be nostalgic!!

Even if it's a crooked way, what can it do?

Today he is going to enter the Demon Sect called the Galactic Empire and walk the evil Demon Path.

The fight between the two sides was unusually fierce.

was able to climb to the Jindan period, and the viewer was also really killed from the bloody road.

The competition between the sects is fierce.

If you're not careful, you'll be killed.

To be able to live until now and achieve what you are now.

Naturally, there are some means.

After several confrontations and collisions in a row, the viewer was very keen to grasp a flaw, so he attacked decisively.

The claws on his hand stabbed Dantes into the shoulder with ease.

The claws slashed, leaving behind terrifying scars.

Blood poured from the wound, staining Dantes' clothes red in just a moment.

But he smiled.

Because the flaw just now was deliberately made by him.

He grabbed the opponent's claw with his other hand, and when the opponent showed a stunned look, he cut off the opponent's other hand with a sword.

The pain of the broken arm caused the viewer to cry out in a terrible voice.

At this moment, the long sword in Dantes's hand stabbed into the opponent's scale-protected throat, completely ending it.

A Jindan monk, just gone.

The corrupted body fell to the ground.

A slightly fishy smell of blood spilled in the ruins.

The higher the practice, the more exaggerated the degree of inhumanity becomes.

At the level of Jindan, the blood of many monks was no longer red.

If you put it under the genetic detector, you will find that even the genetic spiral is distorted.

Physical death is not real death for the Lord.

When he was dragged into that horrible hell of flames.

It was his real death.

It was an absolutely terrifying place.

There were flames burning everywhere, eerie and terrifying.

The raging flames engulfed him, burning him to ashes bit by bit.

Time in subspace is very strange, and a second can be eternal.

Even though the flame burned quickly, the viewer felt that he had suffered eternity.

Piercing screams echoed through the horrible hell.

Of course, no one can hear it in reality.

After killing the Watchman, Dantez went after the others.

He didn't stop until no one stood in the audience anymore.

Dantes stood in the ruins of the Xuanyuan Taoist Temple.

The few survivors trembled in front of him.

None of them had bullied Dantez because they were given a choice.

Shaking the blood of the long sword in his hand, Dantes' gaze swept over those people, and his tone was full of cruelty.

"Either be loyal to the God Emperor like me and follow the path of demons, or die."

"I'm willing to go the devil's way." A fat man was the first to speak.

"I would too."

"I would too."

Although he didn't know who the God Emperor was, he looked at the head that Dantes was holding in his hand.

Who would dare to say a word.

Dantes' eyes were sinister.

He casually threw out a few monks who had been seriously injured but were not dead.

"Kill them and show me, or I will kill you."

Dantes' sword was bleeding.

Yin is extremely red.

He does what he says.

If these people weren't sincere, he wouldn't hesitate to kill them.

Dantes knew that all of his power came from the so-called Divine Emperor.

As long as the other party abandons himself, then he will definitely die.

He has to show the other person that he is useful.

If the other party wants the world to be turned upside down, then he will turn the world upside down.

Several of the survivors glanced at each other.

The fat man, who was the first to speak, gritted his teeth, picked up the sword on the side, and stabbed a seriously wounded and dying monk of the foundation, cutting his throat.

With someone taking the lead, others quickly follow suit.

When they were done, Dantez nodded and fled with them into the wilderness.

There is danger in the wilderness.

Ghosts and evil spirits can be seen everywhere.

But they all have spiritual powers, coupled with the blessings given by Qin Zheng, with a little attention, they are enough to protect themselves.

A few hours later, wait until the top of the Xuanyuan Taoist Temple, the disciple of the Xuanyuan Taoist Sect, arrives.

They have fled.

All that was left was ruins and a head impaled on a stick.

"Someone is enchanted again! He also deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, and the sin is unforgivable! Everyone who is righteous is punished by it. ”

A disciple said through gritted teeth.

"Immediately send the order down, hunt down those traitors with all your might, and never let them go."

An elder with a large head and a pair of tiny horns on his head, a rather comical-looking elder, gave the order.

"If you dare to commit such an evil act, even if my Xuanyuan Dao Sect goes to the sky and enters the sea, I am bound to kill them. No matter who is behind this incident, I want him to die. ”

Dantees didn't hear the words.

Even if you hear it, you scoff.

Perhaps, there will be a way to kill a few more.

If the sect was so powerful, it would not be a cult rampant.

Qin Zheng was secretly concerned about the escape of Dantes and the others and the actions of Tang Zishan.

The big-eyed disciples want to do something to the Taixuanmen.

I guess a lot of things will happen.

In order to sacrifice Taixuanmen, Tang Zishan and the others will definitely gather a lot of manpower.

Qin Zheng wanted to let Dantes and the others get in.

Make a big deal and grow at the fastest speed.

He secretly confessed to Dantez and helped them forge their seals to make sure they could fool them.

Let them find an opportunity to lurk in, and then laugh and watch the snipe and clam compete for the benefit of the fisherman.

After doing these things, Qin Zheng no longer paid attention to it.

Let the other party develop on their own.

It's too much effort to keep an eye on all the time.

If it weren't for the big-eyed cultists doing things this time.

Qin Zheng didn't even bother to give guidance, let Dantes escape from the Taoist temple and let him find a way to complete his task.

He didn't waste his time helping Dantez build his forces and mission.

If you do that, the benefits are really low.

It's a planet if it's dead.

Such a planet can be done by the First Legion without half a month.

Even all the alien creatures will be slaughtered to the core.

It is enough for the Imperial Diet to arrange officials to rule.

The Spark Project is to light fires everywhere.

As for what it will become, it depends on the ability of those guys.

If you burn it badly, you will make a lot of money.

If it burns mediocre, or even destroyed by the enemy, it should be regarded as an experience.

After placing the mark on Dantes' body so that the other party could exchange power by killing the alien race, Qin Zheng left.

Let's take a look at the results in a moment.

If you can, continue to invest more.

After bewitching his first target, Qin Zheng got up from the throne.

Avoid becoming dependent on the throne because you have been sitting on it for a long time.

He looked up at the sky.

As the platform was raised, the cracks became clearer.

They are like wounds in the real world.

Each one is so shocking.

Those evil, unspeakable creations and palaces still hovered there, exuding an eerie and ominous aura.

Bigeyeball and the other gods had noticed his presence.

Several of them have even launched attacks against him.

Surging darkness and slimy tentacles pound the realm of fire at all times.

Qin Zheng saw a tentacle and tumbling darkness coming.

He held out his hand.

The raging flames followed his will and struck the vast sky.

The darkness was banished, and the tentacles wielded by the strange god were shattered.

It was a showdown between him and the gods.

Simply competing for strength will not determine the winner.

This action just disgusts each other.

A war that can bring down the gods needs to be waged in multiple dimensions.

Realistic beliefs and anchors.

Self-concept and power.

Even memories of the past and future.

Qin Zheng had no turning back in the first place.

Win or devour the gods.

Or be devoured by the gods.

After completing his work, Qin Zheng withdrew from the dream. 、

Just saw the message sent to him by the Praetorian Guard Leonidas.

The golden question mark swirled in the projection in front of him.

A faint glow reflected on his face.

Machinery beneath the floor and embedded in the walls is humming.

The soundproofing of the room was good.

The machinery is also in a state of silent operation.

If ordinary people enter here, they will inevitably feel very quiet.

It's just that Qin Zheng's sense of hearing is too keen.

I can just hear those voices.

Qin Zheng has long been accustomed to this.

Having transcendent senses means that there is no peace.

If you get something, you have to give something.

He reached out and clicked.

The buzzing machinery took his command.

The golden question mark dissipated, and the beam of light condensed into a projection screen.

Inside is the image and voice of Leonidas.

"Director Morton is ready, Your Majesty, a new group of psionics is waiting for you to preside over the Soul Binding Ritual."

The newsletter is brief.

"Tell him I'll be over soon."

After Qin Zheng finished speaking, the projection screen turned off and turned into a flying letter.

When the other party receives it, the letter takes on the appearance of being opened.

"Understood, Your Majesty, I will have them waiting for you in the ceremonial hall."

Leonidas was quick to reply.

Qin Zheng didn't reply to him, he planned to go over there first.

The psionic communication system is an important pillar supporting the rule of the Galactic Empire.

At the beginning of the plan, it is still necessary to keep an eye on it.

Qin Zheng sat in his seat and wasted half a minute extravagantly before standing up.

As he moved, the golden armor draped over his body emitted an ethereal and harmonious humming sound.

The servomotor system is trying its best to match his every move.

Qin Zheng walked out of the room.

Several guards in charge of standing guard curtsied at him.

Qin Zheng nodded slightly and walked past them.

Only two Janissaries stood in place, continuing to guard them.

The other Praetorian Guards lined up behind him and headed to the ceremonial hall.

This is the second binding ceremony.

After the last failure, Qin Zheng asked Morton to modify the soul-bound machine according to his own requirements.

It's been updated and iterated to improve its effectiveness.

When Qin Zheng arrived, those psionics were already waiting in the ritual hall.

They wore loose robes, and their eyes were full of awe and apprehension.

Of the first batch of bound people, only a very small number became psychics, and most of them were eliminated.

This made them very uneasy.

If it fails, will it be considered unreligious?

When the Holy Emperor walked in, everyone knelt down and saluted him.

The people shouted His Majesty in a reverent tone, and their eyes were all fanatical.

Qin Zheng smiled at each other.

His smile calmed many apprehensive people.

Qin Zheng said to those people, dear people, there is no need to be afraid of other words.

He walked past those people and walked straight to the throne on the high platform.

A key part of the soul binding ritual is Qin Zheng.

Only his power can ensure that messages sent by the Psychic are not distorted by subspace creatures.

When Qin Zheng sat on the throne, he looked at the two technicians next to him.

"It's time to go."

Two technicians saluted him.

Then he manipulated the panel in front of him.

As they moved, the silent machines roared.

The huge piston moved slowly, back and forth.

The floor vibrates from machinery buried deep underneath.

Flickering firelight shuttles between the giant machines that sustain the flow of energy.

The huge reaction column crackles and generates a powerful force that provides energy for the conversion array.

Curled and twisted balls of embodied charge of light pulsed in the transparent flask, writhing violently as if they had been given life

They cheer for the creator to enable himself.

All the machines made a harmonious musical sound.

Several technicians manipulate the data interface, adjusting the balance and output of each system.

The chosen psionics were escorted by technicians into the connecting chambers made of dark metal.

Sensor pads have been installed in the connecting cabin.

When they lie down.

Small, shiny neural cables are plugged into the interface behind their heads.

At the same time, their limbs are immobilized.

The binding ritual can be a great pain.

If the limbs are not immobilized, they are likely to be disabled.

When everything is ready and the indicator light of the connecting pod turns green.

The technologists walked away from the psykers.

The hatch closed with a hissing sound and was sealed.

A crisp prompt sounded.

When all the indicator lights are green.

The ensemble of those machines also reached a height of perfection and harmony.

They are all psionic beings, capable of soaring and exploring in the highest heavens.

Those mechanical devices amplify the candidate's psychic perception.

Make it easier for them to merge with the power of the Holy Emperor.

Subspace is synonymous with danger and terror.

Those evil voices call out for their thirst for flesh and soul.

The screams of those dark worlds shake the fabric of reality.

Countless frenzied fragments of information streak across the soul's perception and leave an imprint.

In the past, when they entered the High Heavens, they were always cautious.

But this time, the psionic machinery that connected them to the Holy Emperor directly led them to a realm full of light.

The architecture there is magnificent.

The walls, temples, columns, and arched bridges are all made of textured marble.

In the wide square, there are magnificent statues and colorful fountains.

Those who were once thought to be dead are active in those halls.

Every corner was shrouded in golden light.

If there is heaven, it is undoubtedly heaven.

The towering throne stood in the center of the kingdom, shining like a sun.

The candidates couldn't see what was behind the light.

They could only feel their bodies dissolving, merging with the endless light.

The great pain made them scream.

Morton stood next to a connecting pod.

He saw the man in the cabin trembling and his mouth wide open.

There was an extremely painful look on his face, which became extremely distorted.

Soul binding with the Holy Emperor is not an easy task.

Pain is only part of the equation.

The slightest mistake can cause the soul to burn to ashes.

Destruction is an easy thing to do.

But if you want to sew or merge something, you have to put a lot of thought into it.

This time the binding ceremony was much longer than the first

But the results have been encouraging.

Compared to the success rate of the first time, which was so bad that I couldn't see it.

This time, the success rate was more than 60%.

The remaining more than a hundred people failed for various reasons.

That's a good result.

Qin Zheng was also quite satisfied with such a result for the second time.

The psionic communication system is just getting started.

It is estimated that it will take at least a few decades to build a complete psionic communication network.

After ending the binding ceremony this time, Qin Zheng asked Morton to stay.

Some new amendments were proposed.

"This soulbound machine still needs to be perfected."

"I understand that a special team has been formed at this stage to improve this soul-binding machine."

Qin Zheng nodded, and then said what he was most concerned about.

"The current binding ceremony is still a bit cumbersome, and if I need to participate in every binding process, it will undoubtedly waste a lot of time, so I hope you can learn from the technology and ideas of the state religion and psionic affairs department, so that this soul machine can complete the binding ceremony without my presence."

Now the plates of the empire are still small.

This speed is barely passable.

But if the empire is huge.

Every galaxy, every commercial fleet needs to communicate.

The requirements for psychics will also expand dramatically.

Could it be that they were all sent over and slowly bound??

This kind of thing is categorically unrealistic.

It is necessary to gradually reduce the degree of Qin Zheng's involvement in this matter.

It would be best if it could be developed to the point where it could be completed without Qin Zheng's personal involvement.

With the expansion of the state religion and the establishment of belief systems, this possibility is not impossible.

"But I don't know much about the subspace realm." Morton showed a hint of difficulty, "Reverse thrust the existing machinery and improve it, and it can still be done." But His Majesty's request is beyond our capabilities. ”

"Then work hard, although the subspace is incomprehensible, but it is still possible to skillfully use some simple principles, go to Lord Xu Fu and those psionic beings, they can provide you with some help, and I will also give some guidance at a critical time."

"Then I'll do my best." Morton said.

"You can do it, Morton." Qin Zheng patted Morton's metal shoulder and said encouragingly, "If you succeed, I promise that those machines will be named after you, and future generations will sing your name, Morton." ”

Qin Zheng's words hit Morton's seven inches very accurately.

If you can be famous in future generations and sung by countless people, then this life is enough.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I will do my best to live up to your expectations."

"I await your results, Morton. If you have asked everyone for help, looked through all the information, and can't find a solution to a problem, then you can come to me and I will give you a hint. ”

Qin Zheng said with a smile.

The Braltar Galaxy, also known as the Strait of Braltar.

Of course, it's not really a strait.

Simply because there is a hub that connects all the safe shipping lanes to the Koriban system.

In the perilous subspace, such a pivot is unusually precious.

They are often used as supply depots and trade centers.

Waterways are a concept that subspace navigators must know.

The term was inherited from a time when humanity had not yet left the planet.

At that time, the sea connected all the landmasses.

The ocean is vast, and it stands to reason that you can walk casually.

But the weather, ocean currents, reefs, and all sorts of natural factors make the ocean extremely dangerous.

Large cargo ships follow fixed shipping lanes in order to improve safety, reduce accidents and increase profits.

Subspace really allows everyone to get anywhere they want.

The question is whether the price can be paid sufficiently.

The subspace is divided into different layers.

The deeper you go, the more absurd and unreasonable its existence becomes.

If the subspace ship activates the Geller force field, it will only sail in shallow areas.

There is no difference between rushing into the depths and sending them to death.

Ships that have had an accident in the ocean age still have the possibility of escaping.

But if something happens in subspace, death is definitely a supreme mercy.

There are countless ships trapped in subspace due to disorientation.

There are some lucky ships that may be transported to the past, or to the future, by the chaotic subspace.

But more of the unfortunate ones are eaten and wiped clean, and even the souls are dragged into that eternal hell to suffer.

It is safest to follow the course explored by those who have gone before you.

Even if you encounter an accident, you have enough experience to leave the subspace and return to the real world.

The head of the Braltar system's garrison fleet is Lute.

He has short black hair and black pupils.

He is not handsome in appearance, but his face is resolute, and at first glance he is a man who has dedicated his life to his military career.

He walked back and forth under the huge statue of the Sith emblem.

The statue was carved out of red stone.

The humming of machinery could not disturb his musings.

Lute pondered the war that might come.

The evil Galactic Empire is launching an invasion of the great Sith Empire.

But it is to be expected that the Galactic Empire will not succeed.

The Sith have gone through countless tribulations.

The Eternal Night Storm, the Alien Invasion, and the rebellion of other forces, they all survived.

This crisis will not be an exception.

The Sith Empire was bound to achieve final victory.

Lute was sometimes moving around, sometimes standing there.

He knew that the Brituo system would definitely be targeted.

The question is in what way the enemy will attack

In the Braido system, there are six regular fleets stationed.

In addition to the fleet, the Braltar system is also home to a large number of Void Defense Fortresses.

Torpedo silos, missile launch bays, close-quarters defense artillery, plasma pulse beams, particle beam cannons, ion shields, quantum deflection shields, mass projectors, and macro cannons around the fortress.

The Brialtar system is a superfortress.

If the enemy were to attack here, they would have to pay a heavy price.

Lute was a cautious man.

He imagined himself as the Galactic Empire in his mind.

Come up with one course of action after another.

So far, every course of action has ended up in a war of attrition.

If you want to take the Braltar system, the Galactic Empire will have to pile up human lives.

He couldn't imagine any way for the two sides to win the battle other than to compete for industrial productivity.

As soon as it enters the attrition phase, the victory of the Sith Empire is already doomed.

This is the home of the Sith Empire.

There is no chance that they will fail.

If it were a normal opponent, Lute would have been right.

It's a pity that the opponent he faced was never an ordinary person.

They are representatives of madness.

It is the embodiment of war and killing.

The commander of the Galactic Empire responsible for the capture of the Broda system was the commander of the first company of the Second Legion - Lather.

He put a thousand fighters into a one-man ship with the life support and power systems completely turned off.

After setting the time to start.

I used a magnetic slingshot to throw it away.

After more than ten days of drifting, they arrived at the outer edge of the Britao system.

It's crazy.

Once there is a deviation, those warriors will be swallowed up by the vast void.

It is extremely difficult for their one-man ships to return to human territory.

It's possible to drift forever.

But there is also a benefit to this approach.

That is to make the enemy's detection array blind.

All detection methods are to detect the enemy by scanning power emissions, subspace fluctuations.

A thousand meteorites of two or three meters, what are they in the vast void??

It's like sand in the ocean, and no one cares.

Even if it is observed, it will be subconsciously ignored.

There are a large number of meteorites floating in the Bratao system.

Not to mention a few meters, there are many that are comparable to a town.

Who cares!!

A small countdown clock runs through the ice-covered ship.

00:30。

00:29。

Wen Ji is still awake under the protection of the armor.

He looked through the observation window at the massive buildings that were slowly growing in the distance.

It resembles a huge, heavy metal cliff with a line of sensor towers and weapon turrets clearly visible.

He held his breath and waited for the final moment.

Legionnaires need very little sleep to be able to stay on for long periods of time.

You can even alternate between the left and right sides of your brain.

So as to stay vigilant all the time.

00:15。

Ratser is a madman.

The only ones who could carry out this plan were the legionnaires who had been shaped by the Holy Emperor himself.

Fifteen days.

They drifted for fifteen days.

Enduring bitter cold and loneliness.

Warframe's life-sustaining system has long since been shut down.

The reason why it is still worn in the warm season is because the armor has excellent heat retention function.

Otherwise, he would have frozen to death after turning off the temperature maintenance system.

00:03。

Wen Ji put his hand on the propulsion lever and smiled.

These ships are all manually operated.

With just one small operation, you can ignite the thruster and rush to the target.

They have to win this one.

00:02。

00:01。

When the countdown finally reaches zero.

Wen Ji uttered the first words in fifteen days.

"The Holy Emperor is above, protect me."

Winji pushed the putt.

The otherwise dead cabin trembled.

The fuel was ignited and the engine roared.

The solid ice melts at high temperatures and is then evaporated.

When it drifts into space, it quickly condenses into white snowflakes.

In order to minimize the probability of detection, the Legionnaire can raid at close range.

The technicians dismantled the smart modules, dismantled the computers, and removed everything that was minor.

Inside the ship there are only manual control sticks and fuel reserves, as well as ammunition for the Legionnaires and armed drones that turn off all systems.

The surprise attack came so unexpectedly.

What was thought to be a meteorite suddenly ignited and rushed into the unsuspecting fortress and space station.

"They started a gang jump!! To capture our fortress and space station. ”

A voice of despair reached the ears of a confident Lut.

Makes him pale.

"These fucking lunatics." Lute said in despair, "Hurry up and stop them, or we'll be finished." ”

As soon as the words fell, a piercing siren sounded.

[Detected an enemy at the edge of the galaxy.] 】

[Detected an enemy at the edge of the galaxy.] 】

It's still too late.

I can't sleep at night, I can't get up during the day, and the update is getting later and later.

(End of chapter)