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The Victory Blade was still traveling in the jump channel. After stopping the farce just now, all the original bodies sat quietly.

All the original bodies had finished dealing with the things at hand, and all their thoughts were poured into the divine clones. It was a good time. They should have eaten and drank, but they never thought that something like this happened.

"Stand, stand still!"

Clayton said coldly.

Kilrush and Phillip stood in front of Clayton angrily, lowering their heads and saying nothing.

Dangdang

Clayton knocked on the table, the golden soul fire in his eyes swaying slightly, no one knew what he was thinking.

"I know what you're thinking."

He said to Philip: "Kilrush is your brother, and we are all the children of my emperor. I will not allow indoor fighting."

"When did the big one bully the small ones? When did the famous Philip become so mean, with high ambitions and low hands, and no desire to make progress!"

Hearing Clayton's words, Phillip raised his head and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"Hey, it's over, it's over, brother, Phillip knows he was wrong, don't be angry."

Raul came out to smooth things over, stood up and pulled Philip and whispered: "Quick, apologize to brother!"

Philip, who became stubborn, frowned and said nothing.

He was afraid of being embarrassed, with so many brothers watching.

The atmosphere froze a bit.

Clayton unfolded his aura, pressing powerful pressure on Phillip's head.

Phillip also spread his breath, but his strength was a little inferior to that of Clayton. Phillip was trembling slightly under the pressure of Clayton's breath, but he just didn't speak.

At this time, a blue aura helped Phillip bear Clayton's pressure.

"Brother, don't be angry. That's it for Phillip. I'll talk to him carefully."

Matthew stood up, pulled Phillip, and left in a space jump.

"Well, it's none of my business."

Kilrush felt that this matter had little to do with him, so he sat back leisurely.

"Stand up for me!"

Clayton angrily yelled: “You’ve lost the battle and you still have the honor to sit on it!”

Regarding Kilrush, Creighton's tone was much stronger, and this guy just needed to be scolded.

"No, why do you all say this? My emperor and Brother Matthew have already lectured me."

Kilrush's tone was a little aggrieved, why did two people come to him to talk about this?

"Arrogant, arrogant, reckless, and ignorant, the Astartes, who represent the supreme force of the empire, have been plotted by the Orcs. We have lost all face!"

Listening to Clayton's angry rebuke, Kilrush shrank his neck.

"Ah, Kilroush didn't mean it. Everything happens by accident. Who knew the Orcs' waaagh force field was so outrageous? Brother, Kilroush also knows that he is wrong. He is still young... "

Raul, the old woman, came over again to knead the mud.

"Okay, that's enough for you, it's all what you're used to!"

Bang!

Creighton slammed the table and angrily yelled at Raul: "Look, if Kilrush did something like this, I can't punish him anymore? Look at his appearance, he looks like an imperial soldier, over 60 years old." The undead, small, small what? If left to the human race, a lifetime will pass!"

Raul took two steps back angrily, not daring to say anything more.

He is the gentlest among the Primarchs. When other Primarchs cause trouble, they will always come to him for refuge, and he will come to persuade Clayton.

The other Primarchs remained silent, just sitting there counting the tea leaves, as if they contained a huge secret.

Clayton has been accumulating power for a long time, and no one except the second oldest and the third oldest dared to say anything.

"You unsatisfactory thing, get out of here! Humph!"

Kilroush was taken out by Raul, and it was obvious that he must have been there for comfort.

"Brother, don't be angry. We will help teach them both. Don't be angry."

Randy, the primordial creature, comforted him warmly.

"Yeah, brother, don't worry."

"We will educate them well."

"Don't be angry."

huh~~~

Clayton breathed out and said: "Everyone is the mainstay of the empire. There are still many challenges that the empire faces. Some of them have not even grown up yet and have lost their minds. Yes, my emperor is very strong, but he cannot always do everything. Let my emperor come forward, what do you want us to eat for?"

"As a minister, the first priority is to share the worries of my emperor. My emperor works very hard. As my emperor's heirs, isn't it our duty to share the worries of our emperor?"

"Don't be blinded by the name of the emperor's son. One day, you will have to stand alone."

"Lack of heart, lack of intelligence, fighting for favor, incorrect thinking, Galio, especially you!"

Clayton spoke his innermost thoughts to them, and everyone present thought about these words carefully.

Clayton was also tired. He had already given in. There were all kinds of problem children. Even now, Philip still wanted to compete with Kilrush for favor. He even wanted to ask Philip what was in his soul fire.

"Let's all disperse. We'll be at the place soon. We've all told you that we won't take action unless something unexpected happens. That micro-plane depends on your men."

After waving his hand and everyone had left, Clayton, who felt a little lonely, sighed slightly.

oh~~~

—————Boundary————

three days later

The huge Imperial battleship docked at the edge of a micro-plane on the border of Orc power.

With the force of thunder, it swept away the surrounding Orc warships. These weak warships were not worth mentioning in front of the imperial battleships.

The battleship opened the hatch, and the boundary breaker began to work, creating a large gap.

The stabilizer follows suit and stabilizes the gap.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of landing craft entered the Orc plane, and strongholds were opened one by one. The contestants quickly established a foothold in this plane.

Tomorrow is when the game officially begins.

scoff!

Gondor held a long knife in both hands and cut off the arm of an Orc with one knife.

"waaagh!!!"

The big knife in the Orc's hand swept across. After Gondor took a step back to avoid it, he split into two clones and walked around behind the Orc on shadow steps.

puff!puff!

After breaking up the two clones, the Orcs realized that they had been fooled and immediately turned around and struck backwards.

Hiss!

Its head was pierced with a long knife, and its white brains dripped along the knife to the ground.

boom! ! !

The deputy commander's sword skills were greatly expanded, and raging fire spread across all directions with his movements, and the remains of the Orcs continued to burn under his feet.

Divine magic? Strengthen

The knife in his hand turned red, and with a whirling slash, the red slash spread forward, and a large number of Orcs were cut in half.

The other Fire Blade Warriors launched a sword storm, and countless red tornadoes harvested the lives of the Orcs like harvesters.

"The Orcs are indeed very strong. They are not on the same level as the little fishmen."

Gondor sighed in his heart.