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"What's the current situation on the front lines?"

While cleaning up the murloc warriors whose souls still fluctuated, Orisori asked Mas about the current situation on the front line.

"It's not bad, but it feels like I'm looking at the beginning but not the end."

Maas said: "The fifty thousand sword masters of the Burning Blade Legion are frantically expanding their territory and clearing out all enemies that stand in their way."

"Unfortunately, the people of the Burning Blade Legion were too radical. They were so proud that they did not choose air support. They simply relied on the long swords in their hands to kill many murloc tribes."

"Isn't that nice?"

Pulling out his dagger from the fish-man warrior's skull, Orimori was a little puzzled.

"Yeah, it sounds fine on the surface, but these lunatics forgot to eradicate the roots. They brought five thousand think tank troops with them, and then rushed towards the large tribe. The Astra Militarum and the five thousand think tank troops in the rear could only face a large number of The attack of the murloc tribe’s defeated troops.”

"It's easy to cause problems. Does the command center have any objections?"

"Yes, I have."

Mas spread his hands and said: "The deputy captain of the Burning Blade Legion is almost crazy with anxiety, but the deputy captain who leads the team insists on making a fuss and says it is for the glory of the Burning Blade Legion."

"I really don't understand."

Mas shook his head and said: "Other war zones have almost wiped out all the medium-sized tribes through the support of battleships. No matter how strong the protective shield of those tribes is, they will be gone with one macro cannon."

After packing up Zach's remains, Orimori said nonchalantly: "I guess I want to compete with the Astartes warriors."

"This is beyond our control."

Mas cleaned up and said, "The remnants of the fishman warriors here have been cleaned up and will be transferred to the next tribe."

"okay."

—————Boundary————

The third theater

"This is a large tribe."

Clayton withdrew his gaze. He didn't expect that there was something in the large tribe. The tribe's protective cover could actually resist the Sun Chaser's macro cannon.

But it was of little use. The captain of the Sun Chaser had already activated the Spear of Hades strike system.

Under the empire's current supreme firepower, this large tribe has no chance of winning.

"Give me the order to surround this large tribe. My heirs will deal with the taller murloc warriors, and the ordinary ones will be handed over to the Astra Militarum."

"As ordered."

"Contact the captain, and then go help Xiejie after destroying the protective shield. It may not be easy for Xiejie to use the protective shield that blocks the macro cannon himself."

"Yes."

Whoosh!

boom! ! ! !

Under the Hades Star of the Sun Chaser, this large tribe that had stood in the fish-men plane for countless years also ushered in its end.

Clayton put on his helmet and picked up his hammer.

"For the glory of the Emperor!!! Kill these aliens!"

"For the Emperor!!! For Clayton!!!"

"In the name of the Emperor! Astra Militarum, enforce justice!"

After the Hermes assault tank charges.

The yellow Imperial Fists legions were the first to charge towards the large horde, followed closely by the Astra Militarum, and the Knight Titans walked forward and fired their cannons.

The Little Thor, the Hover Tank, the Medusa Heavy Tank, and the artillery group opened fire in unison.

"Combine spells, meteorites fall from the sky!"

"Sea of ​​Fire!"

"Thunder!"

"Wind Blade Group!"

"Divinity? Mass Stoneskin!"

"Divine magic? Fanaticism!"

"Divinity? Blessing!"

"Divine magic? Forbidden magic!"

"Divinity? Weapon blessing!"

The state religion priests and think tank troops accompanying the army are also constantly showing off their power. The state religion priests are responsible for providing various magical blessings to the imperial army, and the think tank troops are responsible for tilting the magical power.

The military bishops of the state religion expanded a large area of ​​​​forbidden demon territory, and a large number of elite murloc warriors, murloc warriors, abyss murloc warriors, etc. all lost their ability to cast spells.

"Guchiho!!!"

A very huge and seriously injured giant fishman rushed out, with a black and purple death force entrenched on it that was difficult to remove.

"A powerful opponent!"

Clayton's eyes brightened, and he charged towards the tribal king to wrestle.

"Die to me!!!"

Leaping up, twisting his waist, accumulating strength, and injecting power, Clayton did all this in one go. The power hammer in his hand was trembling, as if he couldn't bear the powerful force.

The thick power of death escaped from the Astartes armor, making Clayton look like a demon, and behind him appeared the shadow of a giant hammer full of power.

"Cuck!!!"

The giant fishman discovered Clayton's intention, and in anger, its system expanded by three points, already larger than Clayton.

You must know that Clayton is five meters tall, which is already the largest among all the soul original bodies.

The giant fishman's arms were several times thicker and covered with tendons, and his fists were covered with dark blue water and hit Clayton's power hammer.

"Hey! Good luck!"

Clayton was excited.

Boom! ! ! !

The fist collided with the hammer, and the huge movement and roar shook the entire battlefield.

"Goojikakaka!"

The giant murloc screamed and was sent flying by Clayton's hammer.

"Galu~~~"

It turned out that it could no longer suppress its own injuries. After a hard punch, the strong death power exploded under the stimulation of Clayton's death power, causing the giant fishman to completely lose hope.

"It's a pity. I wasn't satisfied with what I did just now."

The giant murloc's body quickly shriveled up, then turned into a small pile of ash.

Clayton was very sorry, but there was nothing he could do.

I’m really unwilling to not kill it with my own hands…………

—————Boundary————

Marvel Plane

Milky Way

At this time, Richard was standing on a deserted planet with Malcador's soul.

"Sure enough, this is the so-called limit."

Richard looked at the endless darkness behind this desolate land. With his strength, he could easily see that he had reached the edge of this plane.

"My emperor, I suggest you choose here."

Malcador said: "The location here is good. The airport and dock of the empire can be placed in the opposite crystal wall system. It is easy for the imperial ships to enter and exit."

"I was originally worried that you wanted to use the earth as the intervention point of Terra's will. Unexpectedly, my emperor had already thought of the inconvenience of the earth, so he chose to start from the edge."

"Hahahahaha, Macado, you are overthinking. I just want to find a good place to facilitate the entry and exit of the imperial fleet."

"Well, by the way, Malcador."

Richard suddenly received a message from Terra's will, and then said to Malcador: "Your specific body has been formed, now go back and take over."

"Thank you, my emperor!"

Malcador bowed down excitedly. After countless years, he finally had a body again.

Even if it was just an undead body without a physical body, he, Malcador, would be satisfied.