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Clayton and the others encountered the same situation and appeared in Xiejie's war zone.

It's just that this tribe has sacrificed all the little fishmen, and now their protective shield has completely protected their tribe.

"It's really unlucky. I just happened to have a big breakthrough."

A green ball flew up and down around Xiejie's body. Wherever the light of the green ball hit, the vegetation quickly withered, the water became dirty, and the air was filled with toxins.

hiss~~~

A big one-eyed snake rose up from behind Xiejie, staring eagerly at the fish-man tribe in front of him.

"Uh-kah! Dulu-lu!"

The appearance of the one-eyed serpent made the murloc tribe vigilant. Several elite murloc warriors came out with the support of many murloc warriors. The huge fish eyes made Xiejie feel inexplicably upset.

"Shout!!!"

The green one-eyed snake opened its big green mouth and bit the tribe's protective cover.

“Jigugugu…………”

The elite fishman warrior showed an expression that he had expected. One eye looked upward at the protective shield, and the other eye looked down at the fishman warrior who admired him.

Boom boom!

Two rapid breaking sounds reached his ears, and several elite fishman warriors saw that the two fangs of the one-eyed serpent had entered the protective cover.

Two drops of colorless liquid dripped from the snake's fangs, and then the one-eyed snake shook its head and left.

"Goo-chi-coo-coo-coo!!!"

Several elite murloc warriors laughed and showed off their strength to the surrounding murloc warriors in their native fish language.

Several graceful female fishmen shyly caressed the chests and backs of the elite fishmen warriors, as if they couldn't wait to do some of their favorite things at night.

"What a pathetic race."

Xiejie, who took back the one-eyed serpent, mocked: "While they were still arrogant, the real killer move would have been struck long ago."

"Let's go."

Xiejie turned around and walked towards the camp.

"Look for the next tribe. This is just a try. You will be the next one. My subordinates cannot be weak. We are the darkest scythes in the Astartes system."

"As ordered."

War Zone No. [-].

"Wolves! Charge!"

"For the Emperor! For the Wolf!"

Philip is the only soul primarch who doesn't have accurate tactics. This guy fights based on feeling.

Since plans can never keep up with changes, then don’t have plans.

This is the motto of Philip, the soul primarch of the Evil Wolf.

Fate seems to be so strange. The Astra Militarum commander who followed Philip last time is fighting with Philip again this time.

"I'm going to clear the way first. You guys should hurry up and follow me. Speed ​​up."

"My God Emperor, why is it this Lord again?"

The distressed commander once again watched helplessly as Philip and his heirs ran out like mad dogs that had escaped from their stiffness, and then went back dejectedly to announce.

"Everyone, march as normal and finish up for Lord Philip."

"Yes!"

War Zone No. 17

"Kill, kill, kill!!! Kill all the heretics!"

"Dedicate your skull to the throne, and offer your blood to the God Emperor!!!"

If the Astra Militarum commander under Philip was helpless, the Astra Militarum commander under Kilrush was frightened.

Very murderous.

This is the view of all the Astra Militarum, including Titans, Little Thunder Gods, etc., towards all the Astartes warriors in Lord Gorehowl's legion.

It's really bloody.

Many small tribes in the area Kilroush was responsible for had not yet been notified to defend themselves against the invaders, so when Kilroush arrived on this battlefield, he was surprised to find that the murlocs here had no defensive measures at all.

Kilroush, who was filled with anger, had just landed on the ground and rushed into the murloc tribe with his power ax, slashing and killing them randomly.

A bloody evil ghost appeared behind Kilrush with two axes. Seeing that his soul father had already taken the lead, the Gorehowl lords would naturally follow.

"For blood and glory!!!"

Little murloc, murloc warrior, murloc old man, female murloc, and murloc children.

Anyone who showed signs of life, could move, and was not of the undead clan, would all fall under the power axes of the Gorehowler Lords.

When the commander of the Astra Militarum arrived, the small murloc tribe was covered in blood for a hundred meters, with remaining murloc limbs and internal organs everywhere, and bones stained with blood were at their feet.

One thing to say is that the Astra Militarum has never seen such a tragic scene, but there was no overreaction, just some discomfort.

"You guys came too late. We have already killed all these aliens, and there is no part for you anymore."

A Bloodhowl Lord came over, shook the ax in his hand, and shook off the fish-man entrails on it.

Kilroush walked over and stared at the Astra Militarum commander under his command.

Kilroush watched for a full minute.

"Lord Kilrush, what are you..."

For such a vicious person, the Astra Militarum commander kept his attitude very low.

"You're late, so you made a mistake, so you have to be punished."

Kilrush stated what he wanted to do concisely and clearly.

"This subordinate is willing to be punished."

This time it was true that he did not arrive at the place where Kilrush sent the signal in time.

Kilrush didn't mind that his hands were dirty, so he reached out from his armor and took out three pieces of paper and a pen.

"Here, write a review. Well...just write about improper operation of warships. 20 words. Think of it as punishment. Also, the writing should be ugly."

After saying that, Kilroush tossed his cloak and walked away swaggeringly.

The conductor who was crying without tears was left standing on the spot holding the blood-stained staff.

He could already imagine that Commander Hela would punish him by writing a self-criticism in the future because he helped others commit evil.

However, Kilrush is now the designated boss of the United Front Department, and he cannot refuse.

Now the claws are numb.

Soul Hunters, Holy Words, Tracer Stars, Burning Blade Legion and other important forces of the empire have all solved the first test from the murloc plane: the murloc sea.

Now, what they are about to face is a medium-sized tribe with protective shields and a large number of murloc warriors.

As for Raul and Matthew, after they suffered some losses, they also followed in the footsteps of the medium-sized tribe.

Looking back at the destroyer that was still burning, Raul turned back and set foot on the road to the medium-sized murloc tribe - the Wave Tribe.

—————Boundary————

Holy Empire of Terra

palace hall

Today's meeting is a regular meeting of the Empire. Most members of the military are not present. Only the Empire's Iron Wall Soul Primarch Chuck and some Astra Militarum generals are present. Lieutenant General Moncent of the Christo Legion and his men are also present. The front line.

"My emperor."

Worldspeaker Arad stood up and said with some seriousness: "According to the frontline battle report, just yesterday, an imperial destroyer crashed."

"what?"

"What a blasphemy!!!"

"Damn!!!"