A counter embedded in Lysander's body skips an agreed attack time.

He knew that if they had followed their plan before they set off, his comrades would have successfully paralyzed the small Titan Legion using their skillful teleportation raid tactics under the leadership of Reverend Leigh's brother Kevin, and should be on board an ancient and powerful Stormbird gunboat (the original body is on top!). It's really big and so strong that Lysander doesn't think anyone in this place can break through its six-layer Void Shield in a short period of time), and is on its way to raid the Tower of the Bela Karn Star Chorus.

But now he wasn't with them, he was here, thousands of kilometers above the planet, watching as the monk Niraidoa, with the original appearance of the Imperial Fists legion, lifted his feet and steadily stepped over the dissolving remains of the Nurgle and the Plague Walkers beneath his feet—it was hard to imagine that they had all been lurking in the space under the floor below this entrance staircase—

Lysander's trembling brain suddenly realized something unusual in his high-speed thinking: Why did Brother Nira Idoa clearly have the weapon to restrain these opponents who should have been quite difficult and tough? Obviously, even for the living saints of Dorne, it would be inconceivable for a single person to deal with this filth in such a short period of time.

Secondly, Why do you have acidic salivary glands? Lysander swore that his salivary glands were absolutely non-existent until the last time he wore the bright yellow power armor of the Imperial Fist, but why did it exist now and still work? No, no, Lessander, now is not the time to think about that...... Think about it another way!

Well, in the end, even though this is only the lowest and outermost part of the entire orbital platform, the overhaul of the team they joined at the beginning was only routine cleaning, and it seemed to have nothing to do with the control center they were trying to capture......

"But this is the end of the line of the standby energy unit of the rail platform, and there is actually only one, and one alarm informs that the power line is related to the standby unit." Walking through the horrible stench and bulging corpses drowning in their own lungs, Lysander saw a tall white-haired man in a one-piece yellow overalls walk smoothly to the center of the room by the column of equipment that hangs like a giant upside-down stalactite.

"But one is enough, these mechanical creations were designed much earlier than today, and a genius designed their original blueprints, which were originally designed as some kind of 'fuse', but were never triggered due to other redundant relationships."

"Thus, after the fall of this genius, sadly, as a cocoon of increasing isolation and distrust was formed, this blueprint was lost in the dust, and the lord was busy preserving his current interests and position...... Oh, council sages, apparently none of them had the mind to meditate on their research or at least try it, and each one was lost in the position they had achieved and what was in front of them. He took off his work gloves to reveal a full hand, and Lysander's gaze was immediately drawn to it.

As the former commander of the 3rd Company of Terra Sentry and the 1st Company of the Emperor's Shield, Danat Lysander, he remembers very well which side of the sacred giant hand bone on the Mountain Formation was, and what has been added to those hand bones by generations of heroes who have come before them.

And Parogov Niraidoa's bare hand now shone with a string of light, as if he had put on a glove made of strange light.

Each string of light was emitted by a name that Lysander could remember with his eyes closed, and they had been deafening to every recruit and veteran, and their owners had never disgraced the name of the Fist of the Empire and the name of Dorne.

But why, why is this color so ominous?

They did flicker, but not the golden glow he knew or thought would appear.

These sacred names now shone with an ominous, light-devouring swart on the surface of Niraidoa's skin, and only a golden glow erupted where the edges came into contact with the air.

Dorne's face reflected the longing light and shadow and looked sideways at Lysander, only the pair of eyes under the short white hair were still the same, pale white and blue, like a 10,000-year-old glacier, and like a blazing flame.

The words of the Sage continued, reverberating in this cone-shaped space.

"So, in fact, from this end branch, it is theoretically possible to reverse-engineer the Contemplative host of this entire orbital platform, and then continue to extend the infection link to the entire planetary orbital defense array of Bella Karn, the air platform, and the star ring, as well as anything else that can spray filth, plague, and uncleanness from the universe towards this planet."

The machines were silent and cold, the planet's earth beneath their feet, and the surrounding void swirled with countless structures, among which were countless human souls.

There are countless people on the ground, the Om Messiah, the Titans, the Cathars, hundreds of millions of slaves, his once eternal enemies, his only fighting brothers today.

Lysander's mind and experience automatically and irrepressibly performed tactical calculations in his strengthened brain and nerve circuits, so in the next moment, the previous company commander suddenly understood why Nila Idoa might be ...... Why did he come here, the appetite of the corrupt enemy of the living beings was obviously much greater than he thought.

"So." He tried to speak, "What was supposed to happen here?" ”

"In any brave warrior who thinks they have done it all, raid the center to victory; Or the moment when he cut off communications to stop reinforcements, and gradually grasped Bella Karn in his hand like an iron fist, and then relaxed. The man with the face of his genetic father replied, "The plague in the bilge here will spread and ferment to its fullest level, opening like a broken corrupt pomegranate, spilling its rich seeds on every inch of the planet." ”

He paused slightly, allowing Lysander to digest the meaning of the sentence.

"Originally, this would not affect the competition between you, Brother Lessander. Because I'm going to get the situation under control before it happens, and then I just need to tell you normally that I've taken some of the control you need on the platform. But you insisted on coming with me, and of course this is also an option, so you can choose it again now. ”

Rog Dorn's voice was coldly announcing to him.

"I know you want victory, you want revenge, and you don't like that Iron Warriors so much, I can tell you they're all on the ground right now."

"So if you ask me, I can pause the whole process for a little while, just a little bit."

"They'll never get in your way. You can achieve your biggest victory yet against the Iron Champions, and even get your revenge on the Iron Lord. ”

"As for the price, you know very well that this is not the first time you have paid."

"And do you want to ask me?"

Lysander was dizzy.

The ease with which it was planned, the unassumed responsibility, and the sweetness of revenge and destruction.

"I ......"

“…… I ask you to ......"

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After getting the answer to the confused people who are no longer confused.

The white-haired man raised his hand.

Lysander's gaze was inevitably captured by the man's movements.

He saw a vision that in no way corresponded to any forty-first millennium or past perception of any mechanical creation.

The hand, engraved with the Fist of the Empire's 10,000-year-old glory, is "sinking" uncandidly into the surface of this mechanical column, buzzing with metal machinery and procedures.

Metal, pipes, circuits, programs, and flesh are "fused" together.

Lysander clenched his fists again.

Wail.

There is a second interlude

* Seeing the last surprise of the book friends, I laughed smug and wickedly hahaha

(End of chapter)