"Please also ask Your Majesty to clear up your doubts." Charles said cautiously.

"First, I don't want to bring it up personally. The empire needs to slowly learn to think, to learn to be independent, and not to let me worry about it. The imperial power is to prevent the resurgence of capitalism and family power, not to make me a tyrant in the true sense of the word, and those in power must learn to think for themselves. I'm summoning you because you need to make the appropriate technical reserves first. ”

Qin Zheng didn't look back, but answered Charles's question while looking at the vast void.

The growth of the fire gave him extraordinary strength.

So that he could cross that far and see those floating corpses and broken battleships.

Countless lives have died for that unattainable future and dreams.

Life dies for something called an ideal.

How desolate.

Qin Zheng's words were extremely calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Charles had no doubts about the noble emotions involved.

The Holy Emperor had many opportunities to declare his absolute dictatorship, but none of them did.

Just as he hated the ancient gods, so he hated tyrants who disregarded the interests of the race for their own selfish gain.

Like a father, he tended to the empire he had created, helping the ignorant human race learn to survive in the dark stars.

Charles stood still, waiting for his allegiance to the lord to continue.

"Second, you have to see where your research is being used to be more motivated to delve into those ancient technologies and see the dead."

With Qin Zheng's words, the scene around the two changed again.

Wang Ben, Elsa and others disappeared.

All at once they were in the void.

Standing on the battlefield that had just ended the battle, the wreckage of a huge Imperial warship floated beside them

Charles turned his head to look around, and he knew that this was not an illusion, but a manifestation of the supreme power of the Holy Emperor.

He can do anything he wants.

Charles tried to walk a few steps, and found himself able to walk in the void.

At that moment, a small wandering scavenger ship flew past him and entered the wreckage of the battleship.

Long mechanical tentacles flashed red indicator lights.

It captures wreckage and corpses on its own.

A corpse was touched while working on the Scavenger ship and floated in front of Charles.

The corpse's helmet had shattered, revealing a young face.

It is estimated that he is only twenty-one or twelve, and he is the age of vigor and wantonness.

And he is now quietly suspended in space.

His closed eyes were frozen with white frost.

A tattered combat suit was draped over a curled body.

The corpse looked like a sleeping child.

Witnessing the death of such a young life, a wave of grief welled up in Charles's heart.

A young man died for his ideals.

The corpse floated in the vast void.

He looked up.

There are many, many, thousands of such corpses.

Some stretched out their arms and legs, while others curled up to sleep like fetuses.

Charles even saw a young man and woman hugging each other and kissing.

In the face of death, they chose the most romantic way.

This is not a gesture of defiance of death.

"How many people have died here?"

Charles lowered his voice and looked at Qin Zheng.

The sound defied the law of the vacuum and resounded in the periphery.

"This is the Astor light strike ship, with a total crew of 16,000 on board, and after the ship was destroyed, all but a few survivors of the ship were martyred."

"That's the Redemption, a mid-class cruiser, which was destroyed and killed thirty-seven thousand."

Qin Zheng knows everything well.

He pointed to different wreckage ruins.

He was well aware of the casualties of every battle.

When those people shouted the slogan of fighting for him and died on the battlefield, Qin Zheng could feel that the souls of those people were integrated with himself.

Charles followed Qin Zheng's fingers.

A shocking death unfolded before him.

"So many people died." Charles's tone was filled with shock and disbelief.

"The carat parasites are beyond imagination, their biotechnology and the ability to use subspace can really be described as the pinnacle, and it is impossible to defeat them without paying a price." Qin Zheng looked at the living fortress in the distance and said nonchalantly, "This is also the main reason to restart the Ancestor Project, ordinary imperial soldiers are too weak to win in the brutal cosmic struggle. ”

"I see." Charles nodded.

Qin Zheng turned to look at Charles, a smile on his face.

"Don't let me down, Charles. You have witnessed these sacrifices, you know the importance of this plan, and you can accomplish it well. ”

After saying this, everything beside Qin Zheng dissipated as quickly as flame embers.

Charles just blinked.

He went back to his old biochemistry lab.

The sound of centrifuges and stasis field machines came from the side, pulling his mind back.

Charles glanced around, where was the figure of the Holy Emperor.

Looks like he's gone.

Thinking of this, Charles turned on the communicator and contacted his right-hand man.

"Danlai, come and see me."

The Holy Emperor personally summoned him.

He had to push forward the technical reserves of the Ancestor Project as soon as possible.

Wait for those guys to understand when they understand that they should be strengthened by ordinary soldiers, and they will be able to promote it directly.

Qin Zheng's gaze was secretly watching.

Charles was seen initiating the work on the technical reserve of the Progenitor project on his own orders.

He shifted his gaze to something else.

For example, the position of the 3rd Expeditionary Army.

The Third Expeditionary Force, led by Zhang Han, will recover the human colonies scattered across the galaxy, activate the lighthouses, and protect them.

The fight against the Covenant was just a small episode.

The strength of the Star Covenant, which is composed of many races, is still very strong.

But this kind of strength can only be strong with the support of the pioneers, not their own technology and strength.

The first mover also doesn't give too much advanced technology.

After all, the stars are originally a place where the weak eat the strong and the fittest survive.

Whether the Star Alliance that got the technology will backlash or not, it is estimated that the pioneers themselves are not sure.

They are cursed by subspace for their ascension, their fertility rates are to death low, and they have terrible mutations.

It's hard to increase the number of races.

Once the Star Alliance rebels, I am afraid that the forerunners themselves will not be able to afford the loss.

The Third Expeditionary Force is enough to easily deal with the Covenant.

Qin Zheng's will passed through the minds of different officers, soldiers, technicians.

They have no secrets about themselves, like a book waiting to be read at any time.

As long as he wants to see it, he can watch it.

Whether it was their memories, thoughts, or fleeting thoughts, they could not escape Qin Zheng's gaze.

In fact, in layman's terms, these people are an extension of Qin Zheng's will and a part of the whole.

And this whole is the Galactic Empire.

The Third Expeditionary Force won the Battle of Zhiyuan Star and successfully recovered it, which made the Star Alliance suffer a lot and compressed the strategic space of the Star Alliance.

The location of the Covenant's flagship, the City of Fraternity, was discovered and locked not long after the Battle of Reach.

After Zhang Han and others besieged and intercepted, the main forces of the City of Fraternity and the Star Alliance were finally blocked in the Hydra system.

The decisive battle between the two sides will also break out here.

The Hydra Galaxy is a galaxy with three stars.

Two dwarf stars are locked by the strong gravitational pull of a giant planet.

A stable gravitational structure is formed.

Of course, this stable structure is only relative to the stars.

For the planets in it.

The Hydra system is undoubtedly a terrible hell.

In addition to being pulled by the gravitational pull of stars, suffering from frantic and unstable orbits, these planets are tormented by their high-energy stellar radiation and solar wind.

This type of galaxy is common in the Milky Way, and in most cases, their planets are torn apart at birth, or catapulted into the void by an out-of-control gravitational force, becoming a wandering planet.

Even if they survive, they will inevitably be bombarded by radiation and turned into barren land.

It is for these reasons that this star system is hardly devoid of any human beings.

Only a few mining platforms are suspended here, extracting rare heavy elements and isotopes.

There are no interstellar fortresses and fortresses in this galaxy.

Both sides can only win with their fleets.

The Imperial fleet is assembled behind a giant planet in the Hydra system.

The Third Expeditionary Force and all of the Void military forces in the Otannius Sector were mobilized to form a massive coalition.

Tens of thousands of warships, large and small, were densely assembled.

It was majestic and magnificent, and without firing a single shot, it was enough to scare the enemy to death.

But the size of the enemy is no less to be reckoned with.

The many races of the Star Alliance, centered around the City of Fraternity, have also assembled a large fleet.

The two sides are engaged in a pre-war standoff and small-scale, low-intensity engagements.

Over-the-horizon strikes are not very useful in such situations.

Both sides are hidden behind the planet.

Even if you unleash an attack, it will be blocked by the planet.

Only a few warplanes fought between the two sides in the vast void.

As for why there is a scene where the two fleets face each other, but the fighters fight.

The reason is that the Void Fighter is small in size, fast in speed, and not easy to detect.

Able to perform tasks such as detection, harassment, and strikes.

Both sides sent warplanes to scout each other, and then it turned into war.

Whoever loses this confrontation will be suppressed, unable to get the other party's intelligence, and will be clearly touched by the other party.

As soon as they came and went, this fierce air battle naturally broke out.

Nova. Marat was one of the candidates for the 788 fighter squadron.

The 788 Wing is subordinate to the Fighter Wing - Nightingale and is one of the companies currently in charge of engagement.

The commander of this unit, Ragnar, is said to have fought alongside the Holy Emperor to destroy the behemoths of the Regulus Wilderness.

Ragnar's personal office was filled with various medals of honor, the most precious of which was the iron-cast one.

That medal was awarded for his outstanding performance in the Great Battle to destroy the beasts of the wilderness.

At that time, the empire was still very poor, and Liberty City was in ruins, and it could not afford to issue medals made of precious metals, so it could only be made of recycled iron.

This medal was also awarded by the Holy Emperor himself at that time.

The later medals, the materials used are very expensive, but they are not issued by the Holy Emperor, so naturally they are not qualified to be compared with the iron medal.

Of course, these things don't have much to do with Nova.

It's just that she's familiar with the story because she's heard it too much.

Nova also dreams of one day receiving a medal from the Holy Emperor himself.

Even if it's just cast from pig iron, she will definitely cherish it.

A hurried prompt sounded, and two fighters flew back from outside the deck.

Nova and a few others ran to the fighter plane with an auxiliary robot with a robotic arm.

She hasn't had a chance to play yet, so she can only work as a support staff.

The fighter plane was cratered, and there was a scorch mark left by the laser.

It was clearly a fierce battle.

"It's really enviable, to be able to soar in the void in the name of His Majesty."

Nova sighed quietly, her tone full of envy.

At this moment, a voice interrupted Nova as she was doing.

Turning his head to look over, it was none other than the commander of the Nightingale Wing - Ragvar.

His left eye was removed last year and a mechanical bionic prosthetic eye was implanted.

Even half of his face was shaped into a metallic shape.

The left hand is also a robotic arm.

"Nova. Horse. He called out Nova's full name, "Five drivers of the 788 Squadron died in the confrontation, and this team is now in dire need of reinforcements, are you ready?" ”

"Always be ready, Commander." Nova stood upright, put her fist to her heart and shouted.

"Young little girl, are you afraid of sacrifice?"

Ragnar looked at the girl in front of her with a fire of faith burning in her eyes with a look of pity.

She has soft blonde hair.

He is handsome and has a pair of blue eyes.

The smooth skin of a girl in her twenties glowed under the deck lumens.

She is so beautiful.

And now, I'm going to send it to that terrible hell.

"Everything I have belongs to the Holy Emperor, I am always ready to sacrifice, I have nothing to fear."

"You have been approved to become the new fighter pilot, may the God Emperor watch over you, may you be victorious and prosperous."

Ragnar handed a document with a biological seal in Nova's hand.

The tone is solemn and solemn.

"I promise you won't be disappointed." Nova shouted, excitement on her face.

"Hopefully."

Ragnar said.

Nova was assigned a new fighter.

There is a limit to what a warship can provide for a fighter.

At the same time, only how many fighters can be supplied and maintained, and at the same time, some resources must be allocated to gunboats, transport boats, etc., and the number of fighters that can be dispatched will also be reduced.

Wars have always been fought with logistical supplies.

There are still reserves of fighters in the hangar, and once the pilot dies and needs to be refilled, those reserve fighters will be towed out.

There is only one situation when all the fighters are released, and that is the situation where they can't hold on and are ready to let the fighter formation delay time for themselves and prepare to evacuate.

Nova was thrilled that she could finally soar into the void.

The warplanes are filled with fuel, inspect weapons and ammunition, and then lift off into the air and enter the battlefield.

Her arrival quickly cheered the surviving drivers of the 788 squadron.

"Haha, Nova, behave well, stay safe, the God Emperor is watching you."

The instructor who is usually in charge of training the candidates, Heigang, said in the communicator.

As soon as Nova thought about the other party's words, a dazzling light lit up in the void.

The black steel that had just finished saying hello was directly destroyed by the Star Alliance fighters that rushed out.

In the next second, the Star Alliance fighter was also killed by concentrated fire.

The glitter of the fire and the dimming runes made Nova stunned for a moment.

The excitement in my heart slowly faded.

The war and honor she had dreamed of did not seem to be as romantic as she had imagined.

In less than a second, she witnessed the death of a familiar person.

"Learn to adapt, Nova." Another team member's voice came, "This is our daily routine, don't mourn and cry for Black Steel, because from the moment he enters the cockpit, he is ready to sacrifice." ”

At this moment, Nova understood something.

The romance of war belongs only to those who do not have to go to war.

Because real war has only cruelty, no romance.

As Nova's fighter planes rushed to the Meat Grind Battlefield, a meeting was taking place in the strategic conference room of the Pride of the Empire, a meeting was taking place over the fate of the Ortannius Sector and the Star Alliance.

Many of the top leaders of the Third Expeditionary Force gathered here.

William, Madeva, Ainion, Mengwu, Master Chief John and others, all took part in this meeting on the final battle.

"After this period of fighting, the enemy has basically been expelled and compressed here." Zhang Han pointed to the strategic projection and said, "As long as we win this victory, we can completely expel the Star Alliance and restore peace to the Otannius Star Sector." ”

"The size of the enemy's fleet is not much different from ours, and in terms of firepower, we still have some advantages. The only trouble is the City of Fraternity. This celestial fighter has the power to catalyze and detonate stars, and we must be cautious enough. "Keith. General Rover pointed to the most crucial part of the projection.

The City of Fraternity is a warship given to the Star Covenant by the Precursors, not a warship built by the Star Covenant clans.

The technology contained in it is very advanced, perhaps beyond the peak of the Human Alliance.

The Human Alliance was not a pioneer in defeating each other by relying on technology, but by relying on population and AI to win each other.

"The shield of the City of Fraternity is also very strong, ordinary light spears and torpedoes cannot penetrate it, and at most it can only cause some ripples. In many previous engagements, even if we were victorious, the City of Fraternity would have been able to break away from the battlefield unscathed and lead the next attack on us. Master Chief John also commented, "The City of Fraternity's shield is also special, it will identify enemy fighters and prevent enemy fighters from entering the defensive range. ”

"The firepower is strong, and the shield is strong." William slid the projection, "It's a relic of an ancient race, it's so powerful, in short, it's that we can destroy those Covenant ships at most, and then sit back and watch the city of fraternity escape." ”

"Can't let it escape." Zhang Han shook his head, "How can you always be passive and defensive?" We also have to be prepared to take the initiative, is there really no way to enter the city of fraternity? ”

"There's a way." John pondered for a moment and said, "I once stole an enemy ship and infiltrated the City of Fraternity with the help of this ship. ”

There's a reason why John can inherit the honorary title of Master Major.

At the beginning, he blasted the ghost-faced beast and stepped on the Sangheri, and even went in the city of fraternity a few times.

With such a strong record, if you don't give him the title of non-commissioned officer major, who else can you give it??

"Stealing the Covenant's ships? Is this reliable? Julius of the Third Legion frowned slightly, "I always feel that such a plan is inappropriate, too dangerous, and the success rate is too low. ”

"Our ships are useless, the city of fraternity's shield technology is so advanced that it will keep us out, and if you are faster, you will be smashed to pieces." Keyes. Rover has commanded many battles against the Covenant and has already tried many ways to deal with the City of Fraternity.

But in the end, those methods failed, and the people who conducted the experiments were all sacrificed.

"Then it's only the method John said, but it's been used before, and they must be on guard."

"We can defeat them, and then use psionic manipulation to get them to take us in." Qian Lai, the guard next to Zhang Han, spoke.

Psionics have always been present among the Legionnaires.

After being strengthened by genetic technology, they generally have a strong spiritual will, and can pry even more terrifying spiritual energy, and their combat power is very terrifying.

Psionic control is not just for human enemies.

Legionnaires can be used just as much, and they are not inferior to them.

"Then do it." Zhang Han said, "All units are ready to launch an official attack in three days." This time, we are going to completely destroy the Covenant, destroy the City of Fraternity, and let them know that humans are not to be messed with. ”

While Zhang Han and the others were discussing how to destroy the Star Alliance's expeditionary force this time, a quarrel broke out in the council hall of the City of Fraternity.

The council hall of the City of Fraternity is made of unknown crystals, and the whole body is crystal clear.

There is no light, and it is very bright.

From this alone, we can see the power of Pioneer Technology.

This is the race that has been ascension, but unfortunately failed in the end.

If successful, the vast stars will have an old race of the past.

Unfortunately, this eternal path is not so easy to follow.

The Forerunner failed, suffered the curse of subspace, and went into decline.

They can no longer afford to lose.

You can only hand over the technological creations of the past to the Star Alliance and fight a proxy war.

Many races also consider the Precursors to be gods.

Sadly, faith did not unite these races.

The highest representative of the Sanghari, Vadami, was the first to speak, and he looked at the Great Chief of the Ghost-Faced Beast, Tatalos, with mocking eyes.

"Is this your strategy? , put the enemy in front of us to fight?? If that's the case, I can't help but admire the shrewdness and strength of your strategy. ”

Tatarus let out a low growl.

His eyes were full of menace, his eyes widening as he glared at Vadami who was mocking him.

"Humanity has received new reinforcements, they are stronger than the Spartan warriors we faced before, and the Reach is a surprise."

"That's what I said when Ould died. But you forcefully took away the command, saying that you could help the Covenant win, where is the victory now?? We have been defeated and retreated, losing the Reach Star and the Fertility Star, the previous gains have been in vain, and the humans have gathered an army to bite us to the death, and if we show that we want to escape, they will inevitably pounce on us like hungry wolves. ”

"You're an incompetent shit, Tataros, the Sangeri will never obey your idiot again, you should go back to the Domsa system."

Vaadami's words were not at all polite.

These words also made Tatarus, the Ghost-faced Beast Great Chief, look angry and naked killing intent.

The furry palm slammed against the table.

The strategic table, made of smooth crystals and high-density alloys, had cracks as fine as spider webs.

"I am the commander appointed by the prophets, are you Sangheri going to rebel? Or do you rebel against the Most High God? ”

"Is it betrayal not to obey the command of a fool like you? As for God, I don't think they would like a failed waste either. ”

Vadami was not afraid at all, and went toe-to-toe with Tataros.

"Enough, the humans have come to the door, and you still have to fight among yourself."

The Prophet of Sorrow, seated on the suspended throne, did not speak.

His voice echoed through the air, suppressing the quarrel between the two men.

The other two prophets also looked dissatisfied.

"Tatalus is the commander-in-chief, at this juncture, the big picture."

Before the Prophet of Sorrow could finish his sentence, he was rudely interrupted by Vadami.

"At the beginning, you said that Ould's ability was not good, which led to the great defeat, and you took away the position of the military leader of the Sanheri people for this, and now Tatalus has lost the frontline positions one after another, but you want to tell me to focus on the overall situation??"

"This holy war is God's will, and it also represents the anger of the many races of the Cooperative Star Alliance who are hungry for revenge, and the Sangeri will not fear sacrifice, nor will they fear defeat, but what you have done makes me extremely suspicious, you have no intention of fighting for power at all, just for power."

Vaadami's words echoed through the council hall.

These words can be described as heart-wrenching, and immediately caused many deputies to talk in low voices.

The eyes of the prophet of sorrow fell on Vadami.

"What do you mean? Vadami? Are you questioning the three of us? Aren't you afraid to anger God? ”

"Of course, I am afraid of angering God, but you are fighting for power during the holy war, and I am afraid that God should be angry with you, not me."

There was a murderous intent in the eyes of the Prophet of Truth.

On weekdays, Vadami would definitely be in a different place.

But now that it is the time of the Great War, it will definitely be a big mess to attack the leaders of the Sangheri.

The three prophets secretly used spiritual communication to finally agree and come up with a compromise.

"In that case, you will each take command, and whoever performs better will be the next military leader." The Prophet of Sorrow announced the final results.

That's the best outcome.

It is also the only way to appease both sides at present.

Unfortunately, such a decision eventually became the fuse for the total annihilation of the Star Alliance.

If there is a unified command, even if you can't win, you can evacuate a part of the living forces after the defeat.

Separate commands gave the Galactic Empire a chance to break through.

Three days flew by.

The Third Expeditionary Force of the Reich took the lead in the attack.

Tens of thousands of warships swarmed out from behind the giant planet and rushed towards the Covenant fleet led by the City of Fraternity.

The two sides quickly engaged the enemy, and then a battle broke out, and finally the war area was rapidly expanded, turning into a large-scale battle.

These warships were scattered across the battlefield tens of millions of kilometers in diameter.

Build this vast area of the Void into a meat grinder.

The flames from the explosion flickered incessantly.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, some warships were overwhelmed and directly destroyed.

Ships have shields, but there is an upper limit to shields.

If you encounter a fire in a row, you will be overloaded and broken, and you will become a moving target.

The Pride of the Empire took the lead in striking battleships, forming a constantly moving and staggered shield formation with several destroyers next to it, forcing the enemy ships and starting a massacre.

Most of the light spears, plasma, artillery shells hit targets in a straight line.

The five large warships were constantly maneuvering, alternating as shields to fend off a round of fire for the ships behind them.

After resisting one round of fire, the ships behind will accelerate to make up for it, resist the next round of fire, and then be replenished by the ships behind it.

This kind of operation requires tacit understanding, as well as superb command skills and immediate response.

The requirements for the head of the fleet are high, but the lethality is also amazing.

The shield of a heavy cruiser, which requires several rounds of fire strikes to overload.

They endure only one round at a time, and then retreat to the back to recover.

In this way, the survival rate of the battleship can be guaranteed to the greatest extent possible, so as to win the victory.

Many people think that the void relies on firepower and the number of ships, but they don't know that tactics are just as important.

The complexity of the Void adds more variables to warfare.

A good fleet commander is able to command every ship to play a wonderful sound of destruction.

William is exactly that.

His combat effectiveness may not be as good as that of an ordinary soldier, but no one dares to deny his war talent.

Otherwise he would not have become the captain of the 3rd Expeditionary Army.

In the Empire, to be able to hold such a position, the only thing that is important is ability.

Tens of thousands of warships are fighting.

For the survival and future of the race, both sides must give everything.

Ships are constantly turning into flames and atoms in the void.

Quantum torpedoes and antimatter missiles float through the wreckage.

Fighters take off from decks and crash into the void that constantly unleashes energy storms, flying between scraps of metal and meteorites.

The fighters of the Third Regiment also moved quickly.

They locked on one of the Covenant's barges.

Once the shield was breached, they teleported to the barge.

Ghost-faced beasts and gnolls, who were busy with the battle, showed surprise at their presence.

By the time they reacted to roar, the armed drones carried by the soldiers of the Third Legion had already opened fire first.

The dense bullets killed all the nearby ghost-faced guards and gnolls in an instant.

They easily took the battle barge.

Killed all the Covenant soldiers and engineers, leaving only their pilot.

"We will never serve the devil."

The gnoll pilot belonging to the Covenant stared viciously at the humans in front of him.

His voice is transformed into a human through a converter.

There are no barriers to communication.

This is the most terrifying existence in the whole galaxy.

A race that deserves to be forever cursed and spit on by subspace.

"It's not up to you."

Qian Lai, who was Zhang Han's personal guard, took off his blood-stained helmet and smiled at the gnoll.

"What are you going to do?" A hint of unease welled up in the gnoll's heart.

Qian Lai put a spirit amplifier on the barbed head.

Then he punched the jackal in the face, and the force was so great that half of the opponent's face almost shattered.

When the other party wailed, he put his hand on the head of the gnoll pilot, exerting mind control on it.

After a few moments, the gnoll's gaze darkened and lost its emotional color.

"Done." The money comes back and then moves on to the next one, repeating everything you just did.

"Why are you smashing their faces?" Zhang Han asked with some puzzlement.

"Save trouble, pain will make these monsters' mental defenses slacken, so that they can better control their minds." Qian explained, "The less the target can concentrate, the easier it is to manipulate. ”

As he spoke, Qian Lai had already completed his mission, using psionic energy to manipulate those Covenant pilots.

"Let's go."

Zhang Han was the first to step aboard the Covenant's ship.

Staying inside the alien creation, he felt a visceral disgust.

But for the sake of victory, he chose to endure.

Eight Covenant troop carriers took off from the barge and flew straight to the heart of the Covenant fleet, the City of Fraternity.

The entire Void War is chaos.

The communicator was full of electric noise, and communication became extremely difficult.

The City of Fraternity conducted a Q&A and biometric scan of friendly ships that crossed the shield, and after confirming that there was no problem, it stopped paying attention.

Eight troop carriers were successfully moored to the port of call in the City of Fraternity.

When the hatch opened, and the legionnaires rushed out, the busy ghostfaces, gnolls, grunts, and sanherites, as well as the multitude of races, all looked incredulous.

"Kill them all." Zhang Han activated the long sword in his hand and roared angrily.

Armed drones were the first to respond to his orders.

Whistling artillery fire and miniature missiles swept at nearby ships and ammunition, detonating them.

A deafening explosion rang out, and flying debris and flames instantly flooded the entire tarmac.

Before the Covenant members could scream, it was all over.

Several other tarmacs suffered the same blow.

Using psychic manipulation and the Covenant's ships, they easily overwhelmed shields and defensive artillery fire and entered the interior of the City of Fraternity.

What followed was one callous massacre after another.

Ghost-faced beasts, gnolls, and Sangeri were all slashed by their swords.

Patches of broken corpses were left along the way.

As the latest generation of Legionnaires, no one can stop them.

They swept and destroyed everything in their path like a storm.

When they arrived at the core of the City of Fraternity based on intelligence, the Great Chief of the Ghost-Faced Beasts came out of the darkness with a group of powerful Ghost-Faced Beasts and stood in front of them.

The ghost-faced beasts were even stronger, draped in thick armor.

The size is even more terrifying and tall than the legionnaires.

Tataros let out a terrifying roar that matched his terrifying body with a shuddering sense of oppression.

"Humans, a bloody fate awaits you wretched bunches." Tatalus's voice was low, powerful and tyrannical.

"Monster, you should pray to live under my sword and say anything else." Zhang Han's voice came from the grille of the helmet mask, slightly distorted.

There are no superfluous words, only the irresolvable hatred between the two races.

Tatarus raised a strangely shaped warhammer and charged at Zhanghan.

Zhang Han swung his sword and rushed forward.

The hammer swords intersected, and a huge shockwave was sent out from the collision of the two weapons.

Qian Duo and the other guards also rushed towards those elite ghost-faced beasts, and the two sides fought together.

Tatarus' attacks were swift.

The strange warhammer in his hand flowed with a strange glow, which was obviously some kind of force field technology.

As long as it is hit, even a body made of steel will be torn apart in an instant.

Even if it's a heavy tank, it may not be able to withstand a hammer.

The sound of metal colliding is endless.

Each collision creates a shock wave in the surrounding air that is visible to the naked eye.

Tatarus was taller and stronger.

But Zhang Han's strength is not inferior to him in the slightest, and he is stronger in terms of endurance and speed.

The two sides engaged in a brutal fight.

Tatarus wanted to smash Zhanghan's head with his giant hammer.

But Zhang Han's speed is faster than him.

Children of the wilderness learn a truth from an early age.

If you want to survive, you have to be faster than the enemy.

Slow down, and that's death.

When the giant hammer was lifted by Tataros, Zhang Han aimed the tip of his sword at the opponent's chest, and stabbed it effortlessly, piercing through the opponent's body.

His sword is blessed with the Holy Emperor and is capable of robbing the life force of his enemies.

Blood flowed down the sword, and Tatarus held the hammer, his scarlet eyes showing a blank look.

"I said you should pray to live." Zhang Han stirred his sword, and the pain was so severe that Tatarus could no longer hold on to the heavy hammer.

When the sword was drawn, Tatarus fell to his knees.

Zhang Han swung his long sword and cut off the opponent's head.

Dealing with the strong enemy, Zhang Han looked around.

The ghost-faced beasts were already on the losing side, but they were still fierce, constantly attacking the humans.

Zhang Han didn't pay attention to it, but walked into the final hall with Akkad and Reds.

The target that must be eradicated in this operation is there.

The three supreme leaders of the Star Alliance, pathos, truth, and mercy are there.

Beyond the gate, you are greeted by three suspended thrones.

On that throne sat the prophet of sorrow, the prophet of truth, and the prophet of mercy.

They stared coldly at the humans who walked in, their eyes full of hatred.

These humans are replicas of their ancestors.

A group of damned, demons who should be spurned forever by the Great Will of the Universe.

Zhang Han glanced at the final goal of his line, and could feel powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

He didn't master psionic powers, but the Third Legion had some psionics who he had also learned how to deal with psionics.

Psionic energy is the embodiment of the warping power of subspace.

It is powerful and capable of distorting the laws of reality.

But it is not without weaknesses.

Psionic energy needs an anchor, a host, to work on the real universe.

The user must have a flesh and blood body, otherwise the power will not be able to affect the real universe.

Subspace is idealistic.

As long as the mental will is strong enough, the damage of the strange supernatural power will be lower.

Zhang Han looked at the three prophets, "You should have run far away, but you still dared to return to the galaxy. ”

These words made the Prophet of Truth furious, and the furious spiritual energy was vented.

Terrible voices echoed through the vast space.

"The galaxy was our home, and it was you demons who drove us out."

There are typos that can be corrected, thank you.

Hahaha, it's finally back to twelve.

Hahaha

(End of chapter)