What?You say His Majesty is a war criminal! !

Chapter 181: Violently beating up the Star Alliance, the Forerunners take action (please subscribe)

"Your Majesty, please clarify my doubts." Charles said cautiously.

"First, I don't want to raise this matter personally. The empire must slowly learn to think and learn to be independent, instead of letting me worry about this matter. Imperial power is to prevent the re-emergence of capitalism and family power, not to Let me take over the power in the true sense and become a tyrant that will last forever. Those in power must learn to think independently. I summoned you because I need to prepare the corresponding technical reserves first."

Qin Zheng did not look back, but looked at the vast void while answering Charles's question.

The growth of the fire gave him extraordinary power.

Allowing him to cross such a long distance and see those floating corpses and broken battleships.

Countless lives have died for that unattainable future and dreams.

Life dies for something called ideal.

How sad.

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

Charles had no doubt of the noble sentiments involved.

The Holy Emperor had many opportunities to declare his absolute dictatorship, but he failed to do so.

Just as he loathes the ancient gods, he loathes tyrants who pursue their own selfish interests without regard to the interests of the race.

Like a father, he takes care of the empire he created and helps the confused and ignorant human race learn to survive in the dark stars.

Charles stood there, waiting for his loyal lord to continue speaking.

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

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

Wang Ben, Elsa and others disappeared.

They suddenly arrived in the void.

Just standing on the battlefield where the battle had just ended, the wreckage of a huge imperial warship floated beside them.

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

He can do anything He wants to do.

Charles tried taking a few steps and found that he could walk in the void.

At this time, a wandering scavenger small spacecraft flew past him and entered the wreckage of the battleship.

The long mechanical tentacles flashed red indicator lights.

It was catching wreckage and corpses on its own.

A corpse was touched while the scavenger spacecraft was working and floated in front of Charles.

The corpse's helmet was broken, revealing a young face.

I guess he is only 21 or 2, which is the age when he is full of energy and wanton publicity.

And now he is floating quietly in space.

His closed eyes were covered with white frost.

The broken combat uniform was put on the huddled body.

The body looked like a sleeping child.

Charles felt a pang of grief at witnessing the loss of a life so young.

A young man died for his ideal.

Corpses floated in the vast void.

He raised his head.

There are many, many, thousands of such corpses.

Some stretched out their arms and legs, while others curled up and slept like a fetus.

Charles even saw a young man and woman embracing and kissing.

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

This is not a gesture of contempt for death.

"How many people died here?"

Charles lowered his voice and looked at Qin Zheng.

The sound violated the laws of vacuum and sounded in the surroundings.

"This is the Astor light strike ship. There are a total of crew members on board. After the ship was destroyed, except for a few survivors, all of them died for their country."

"That was the Redemption, a mid-level cruiser. After it was destroyed, the number of casualties reached 37,000."

Qin Zheng knew everything well.

He pointed to different ruins of debris.

He knew the casualties of every battle.

When those people shouted slogans to fight for him and died on the battlefield, Qin Zheng could feel that the souls of those people merged with his own.

Charles looked along Qin Zheng's fingers.

A shocking death unfolded before him.

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

"The power of Krath parasites is beyond imagination. Their biotechnology and ability to use subspace can really be described as reaching the pinnacle. It is impossible to defeat them without paying a price." Qin Zheng looked at the living body in the distance. Fortress said casually, "This is also the main reason for restarting the Ancestor Plan. Ordinary imperial soldiers are too weak to win in the cruel cosmic struggle."

"I understand." Charles nodded.

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

"Don't let me down, Charles. You have seen these sacrifices and know the importance of this plan. Complete it well."

After saying this, everything around Qin Zheng dissipated as quickly as embers of fire.

Charles just blinked.

He returned to his original biochemistry laboratory.

The sounds of centrifuges and stasis field machines came from the side, pulling him back from his thoughts.

Charles glanced around, and there was no sign of the Holy Emperor anywhere.

It looks like he has left.

Thinking of this, Charles opened the communicator and contacted his right-hand assistant.

"Dan Lai, come and see me."

The Holy Emperor personally summoned him.

He must promote the technical reserves of the Ancestor Project as soon as possible.

Waiting for those guys to understand that ordinary soldiers should be strengthened, then they can promote it directly.

Qin Zheng's eyes were watching in secret.

It was seen that Charles started the technical reserve work of the Ancestor Project according to his own orders.

Then he shifted his attention to other locations.

Such as the location of the Third Expeditionary Force.

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

The fight against the Covenant was just a sideshow.

The Star Alliance, composed of many races, is still very powerful.

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

Forerunners will not give too much advanced technology.

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

The Forerunners themselves are probably not sure whether the Covenant will have a backlash if they get the technology.

They were cursed by the warp because of their ascension, with extremely low fertility rates and horrific mutations.

It is difficult to increase the number of races.

Once the Covenant rebels, the Forerunners themselves cannot afford the losses.

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

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

They have no secrets about themselves, they are like books waiting to be read at any time.

If he wants to see it, he can see it.

No matter their memories, thoughts, or fleeting thoughts, they could not escape Qin Zheng's gaze.

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

And this whole is the Galactic Empire.

The Third Expeditionary Force won the Battle of Reach and successfully recaptured it, causing the Covenant to suffer a lot and compressing the Covenant's strategic space.

The location of the Covenant flagship, High Charity, was discovered and locked not long after the Battle of Reach.

After being pursued and intercepted by Zhang Han and others, the main forces of the City of Charity and the Star Alliance were finally blocked in the Hydra system.

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

Hydra is a galaxy with three stars.

Two dwarf stars are locked by the powerful gravity of a giant planet.

A stable gravitational structure is formed.

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

for the planets within it.

The Hydra Galaxy is undoubtedly a terrifying hell.

In addition to being pulled by the star's gravity and suffering from wild and unstable orbits, those planets are also tortured by its high-energy star radiation and solar wind.

This type of star system is very common in the Milky Way. In most cases, their planets will be torn apart at the beginning of their birth, or ejected into the void by uncontrolled gravity, becoming a wandering planet.

Even if they survive, they will inevitably be bombarded by radiation and become barren.

For these reasons, there are almost no humans in this star system.

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

There are no interstellar fortresses or fortresses in this galaxy.

Both sides can only win with their fleets.

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

All the void military forces in the Third Expeditionary Force and the Otanius Sector were mobilized, forming a large coalition.

Tens of thousands of warships, large and small, gathered densely.

The momentum was so majestic that it was enough to scare the enemy to death without firing a single shot.

But the size of the enemy cannot be underestimated.

Various races of the Covenant have also assembled large fleets with High Charity as the center.

The two sides are engaged in pre-war confrontations and small-scale, low-intensity fighting.

Over-the-horizon strikes are of little use in situations like this.

Both sides hide behind the planet.

Even if the attack is released, it will be blocked by the planet.

There were only some fighter planes between the two sides fighting in the vast void.

As for why there is a scene where the fleets of both sides are confronting each other, but the fighter planes are fighting each other.

The reason is that void fighters are small, fast and difficult to detect.

Ability to perform tasks such as reconnaissance, harassment, and strikes.

Both sides sent fighter planes to detect each other, and then it turned into a war.

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

After a while, this fierce air battle naturally broke out.

Nova Mara is one of the candidates for the 788th Fighter Squadron.

The 788th Wing is affiliated with the Fighter Wing-Nightingale and is one of the companies currently responsible for combat.

The commander of this regiment, Ragnar, is said to have fought side by side with the Holy Emperor to eliminate the giant beasts in the wilderness of Xuanyuan Star.

Ragnar's personal office is filled with various medals of honor, the most precious of which is the one made of iron.

That medal was obtained for his outstanding performance in the decisive battle to annihilate the giant beast in the wilderness.

At that time, the empire was still very poor, and Liberty City was in dire need. 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 personally by the Holy Emperor at that time.

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

Of course, these things have nothing to do with Nova.

It's just that she's familiar with the story because she's heard it so many times.

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

Even if it's just made of pig iron, she will definitely cherish it.

A rapid prompt sounded, and two fighter jets flew back from outside the deck.

Nova and several others ran towards the fighter plane with an auxiliary robot with a mechanical arm.

She has not had a chance to play yet and can only serve as a support staff.

The fighter plane was riddled with pits and a scorch mark left by the laser.

It was obvious that there had been a fierce battle.

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

Nova sighed softly, her tone full of envy.

At this time, a voice interrupted Nova's work.

Turning around, he saw that it was Lagova, the commander of the Nightingale Wing.

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

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

The left hand is also a robotic arm.

"Nova Mara." He called out Nova's full name, "Five pilots of the 788th Squadron died in the confrontation. This team is in urgent need of reinforcements. Are you ready?"

"Always be prepared, Commander." Nova stood at attention, placed her fist on her heart and shouted.

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

Ragna looked at the girl in front of him with pity, eyes burning with the fire of faith.

She has soft golden hair.

He has a handsome appearance and a pair of blue eyes.

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

She is so beautiful.

But now, he actually wants to send him to that terrible hell.

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

"You have been approved to become a new fighter pilot. May the God-Emperor watch over you. May you be victorious and have a prosperous military fortune."

Ragnar handed a document with a biological seal into Nova's hands.

The tone was solemn and solemn.

"I promise I won't let you down." Nova yelled, excitement appearing on her face.

"Hopefully."

Ragnar said.

Nova is assigned a new fighter plane.

The supplies that battleships can provide for fighter planes have a carrying limit.

At the same time, only how many fighters can be provided with supplies and maintenance. At the same time, some resources must be allocated to gunboats, transport boats and other fields, and the number of fighters that can be dispatched will also be reduced.

War has always been about logistical supplies.

There are still reserve fighters in the hangar. Once the pilot dies and supplies are needed, those reserve fighters will be towed out.

There is only one situation when all the fighter planes are released at once, and that is when they cannot hold on and are prepared to let the fighter formation delay themselves and prepare to evacuate.

Nova is excited, she can finally soar into the void.

The fighter jets are fueled, inspected for weapons and ammunition, and then lifted off into the battlefield.

Her arrival quickly prompted cheers from the surviving pilots of 788 Squadron.

"Haha, Nova, behave well and pay attention to safety. The God Emperor is watching you."

Heigang, the instructor who is responsible for training candidates on weekdays, said through the communicator.

Just as Nova was about to reply to the other party's words, a dazzling light lit up in the void.

Black Steel, who had just said hello, was directly destroyed by the Covenant fighter jets that rushed out.

The next second, the Covenant fighter plane was also killed by concentrated fire.

Nova was stunned for a moment by the shining firelight and the dimmed runes.

The excitement in my heart slowly disappeared.

The war and glory she once dreamed of seemed less romantic than she imagined.

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

"Learn to adapt, Nova." The voice of another team member came, "This is our daily life, don't mourn and cry for Heigang, because from the moment he entered the cockpit, he was already ready to sacrifice. .”

At this moment, Nova understood one thing.

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

Because real war is only cruel, not romantic.

As Nova's fighter jets rushed towards the meat grinding battlefield, in the strategic conference room of the Pride of the Empire, a meeting related to the fate of the Otanius Sector and the Covenant was being held.

Many senior leaders of the Third Expeditionary Force gathered here.

William, Madeva, Ainion, Meng Wu, Master Chief John and others all participated in this meeting about 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 the Otanius sector. Peace."

"The size of the enemy's fleet is not much different from ours. In terms of firepower, we still have some advantages. The only troublesome place is the City of Charity. This celestial-level fighter has the power to catalyze stars and detonate stars. We must be strong enough. Be cautious." General Keith Lovell pointed to the most critical point in the projection.

High Charity is a battleship given to the Covenant by the Forerunners, not a battleship built by the various races of the Covenant.

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

The Human Alliance was not a forerunner that relied on technology to defeat it, but relied on population and AI to defeat the opponent.

"The City of Charity's shield is also very strong. Ordinary light spears and torpedoes cannot penetrate it, and at most they can only cause some ripples. In many previous battles, even if we won, the City of Charity would remain unscathed. We must leave the battlefield and lead the next attack on us." Master Chief John also expressed his opinion, "The shield of the City of Charity is also very special. It will identify enemy and friendly fighters and prevent enemy fighters from entering the defensive range."

"The firepower is strong and the shield is strong." William slid the projection. "It is indeed a relic of an ancient race. It is extremely powerful. To put it simply, the most we can do is destroy those ships of the Covenant and then sit back and watch the City of Charity escape."

"We can't let it escape." Zhang Han shook his head, "How can we be passively defensive all the time? We must also be prepared to take the initiative. Is there really no way to enter the City of Fraternity?"

"There is a way." John pondered for a while and said, "I once stole an enemy ship and used this ship to sneak into the City of High Charity."

There's a reason why John inherited the title of Master Chief.

<divclass="contentadv">Back then, he blasted the Jiralhanae, stepped on the Sangheili, and even visited the City of High Charity a few times.

With such a fierce record, if he was not given the title of Master Chief, who else could be given it? ?

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

"Our ships are useless. The City of High Charity's shield technology is very advanced and will keep us out. If you were faster, you would be smashed to pieces." Keith Lovell directed many battles against the stars. In the battle of the Alliance, many methods have been tried to deal with the City of Charity.

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

"Then the only way left is the method John mentioned, but this method has been used before, so they must be on guard."

"We can defeat them and then use psychic control to let them take us in." Qian Lai, the bodyguard next to Zhang Han, said.

There have always been psykers among the Legionnaires.

After being strengthened by genetic technology, they generally have a strong spiritual will, can leverage more terrifying spiritual powers, and their combat effectiveness is very terrifying.

Psychic control is not only available to human enemies.

Legionnaires can also use it, and will not be inferior to them.

"Then let's do this." Zhang Han said, "The troops will be ready to officially launch the attack in three days. This time, we will completely annihilate the Star Alliance, destroy the City of Charity, and let them know that humans are not easy to mess with."

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

The council hall of the City of Charity is made of unknown crystal, and its entire body is crystal clear.

There is no lighting and it is extremely bright.

From this point alone, we can see the power of Forerunner technology.

This is the race that tried to ascend in the first place, but unfortunately failed in the end.

If it succeeds, there will be an ancient race of the past among the vast stars.

Unfortunately, this eternal road is not so easy to walk.

The Forerunners failed, suffered the curse of the warp, and fell into decline.

They can no longer bear any losses.

They can only hand over the technological creations of the past to the Covenant and fight a proxy war.

Many races also regard the Forerunners as gods.

Unfortunately, faith did not unite these races.

The highest representative of the Sangheili people, Vadami, was the first to speak. He looked at the Jiralhanae Warchief Tartarus with mocking eyes.

"Is this your strategy? To put the enemy in front of us to fight?? If this is the case, I have to admire the shrewdness and power of your strategy."

Tartarus gave it a low growl.

His gaze was full of menace, and his eyes widened, glaring angrily at Wadami who was mocking him.

"Humanity has received new reinforcements. They are stronger than the Spartans we faced before. Reach was a surprise."

"I said the same thing when Urd died. But you took away the command forcefully, saying that you could help the Star Alliance win. Where is the victory now?? We were losing ground and lost Reach. and Harvest Star, the early results have been in vain, and humans have gathered a large army to bite us hard. As long as we show the idea of ​​​​escape, they will definitely pounce on us like hungry wolves."

"You are an incompetent loser, Tartarus. The Sangheili will never listen to your idiot's orders again. You should go back to the Domsa system."

There was no politeness in Wadami's words.

These words also made Tartarus, the Jiralhanae chieftain, look angry and have naked murderous intent.

His furry palm slammed towards the table.

The strategic platform, which was made of smooth crystal and high-density alloy, had cracks as fine as spider webs.

"I am the commander appointed by the prophets. Do you Sangheili people want to rebel? Or do you want to disobey the supreme God?"

"Is it betrayal to not obey the orders of a fool like you? As for the gods, I don't think they would like a failed loser."

Vadami showed no fear and confronted Tartarus tit for tat.

"That's enough, humans are knocking on the door, and you still have internal strife."

The sorrowful prophet sitting on the suspended throne did not speak.

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

The other two prophets also showed dissatisfaction.

"Tartarus is the commander-in-chief, and at this juncture, the overall situation is."

Before the Prophet of Sorrow could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Wadami.

"Back then, you said that Urd was incompetent, which led to the great defeat. For this reason, you took away the status of the military leader of the Sangheili people. Now that Tartarus is losing frontline positions one after another, you want to tell me to focus on the overall situation. ??”

"This holy war is the will of God, and it also represents the anger of many races in the Cooperative Star Alliance who long for revenge. The Sangheili people will not be afraid of sacrifice, nor will they be afraid of failure, but your actions make me extremely suspicious that you have no intention at all. Jihad is just about fighting for power.”

Wadami's words echoed in the council hall.

These words were heart-wrenching, and immediately caused many representatives to discuss in low voices.

The sorrowful prophet's eyes fell on Wadami.

"What do you mean, Wadami? Are you questioning the three of us? Aren't you afraid of offending God?"

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

The eyes of the prophet of truth revealed a hint of murderous intent.

On a normal day, Wadami would definitely be dead and in a different place.

But now during the war, if we attack the leader of the Sangheili people, there will definitely be big trouble.

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

"In this case, you can each take command. Whoever performs better will be the next military leader." The Prophet of Sorrow announced the final result.

This is the best result.

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

Unfortunately, such a decision eventually became the trigger for the annihilation of the Covenant.

If there is unified command, even if they cannot win, they can still evacuate some of the effective forces after defeat.

Separate command gave the Galactic Empire opportunities to defeat each one.

Three days passed by in a flash.

The Imperial Third Expeditionary Force took the lead in launching the attack.

Tens of thousands of battleships swarmed out from behind the giant planet and rushed towards the Covenant fleet headed by High Charity.

The two sides quickly engaged the enemy, and then a battle broke out. Eventually, the war area quickly expanded and turned into a massive battle.

These warships are scattered across a battlefield tens of millions of kilometers in diameter.

Create this huge void area into a meat grinder.

The fire caused by the explosion flickered.

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

Battleships have shields, but the shields have an upper limit.

If it encounters concentrated fire continuously, it will be overloaded and broken, becoming a moving target.

The Pride of the Empire's strike battleship took the lead, forming a constantly moving and staggered shield formation with several destroyers next to it, forcing it to attack the enemy ships and start a massacre.

Most light spears, plasma, and cannonballs hit straight-line targets.

The five large warships continuously maneuvered, taking turns acting as shields to withstand a round of firepower for the ships behind them.

After resisting one round of firepower, the ships behind will speed up to make up for it, resist the next round of firepower, and then be made up by the ships behind them.

This kind of operation requires tacit understanding, superb command skills and emergency response.

The requirements for fleet leaders are high, but the lethality is also staggering.

A heavy cruiser's shields take several rounds of fire to overload.

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

In this way, the survival rate of the battleship can be ensured to the greatest extent and victory can be won.

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

The complexity of the void adds more variables to the war.

A good fleet commander can command each ship to sing a beautiful 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 Third Expeditionary Force.

In the empire, being able to hold such a position requires only ability.

Tens of thousands of warships were fighting.

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

The ships continued to turn into fire and atoms in the void.

Quantum torpedoes and antimatter missiles shuttled among the floating wreckage.

The fighter jet took off from the deck and rushed into the void where the energy storm was constantly rising, flying among the broken metal and meteorites.

The soldiers of the Third Army also took action quickly.

They targeted a Covenant barge.

When the shield was breached, they used teleportation to get to the barge.

The Jiralhanae and Gnolls, who were busy fighting, expressed surprise at their appearance.

When they reacted and were about to roar, the armed drones carried by the soldiers of the Third Army had already opened fire first.

The dense bullets instantly killed all the nearby Jiralhanae guards and jackal soldiers.

They captured the battle barge easily.

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

"We will never serve the devil."

The gnoll pilot belonging to the Covenant stared fiercely at the human in front of him.

His voice is converted to human through a transducer.

There are no barriers to communication.

This is the most terrifying existence in the entire galaxy.

A race that should be forever cursed and despised by the subspace.

"It's not up to you."

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

"What are you going to do?" The jackal man felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Qian Lai put a mental amplifier on the opponent's head with barbs.

Then he punched the jackal in the face with such force that half of his face almost broke.

When the other party wailed, he put his hand on the Jackal driver's head and exerted mental control on it.

After a while, the jackal's eyes became dim and lost their emotional color.

"Finished." Qian Lai took his hand back and walked to the next one, repeating everything he just did.

"Why did you smash their faces?" Zhang Han asked in confusion.

"Easy to worry, pain will weaken the mental defenses of these monsters, allowing them to better control their minds." Qian Lai explained, "The less the target can concentrate, the easier it is to control."

While speaking, Qian Lai had already completed his mission and used his psychic powers to control the Covenant pilots.

"Let's go."

Zhang Han was the first to step onto the Star Alliance ship.

He felt a visceral disgust at being inside an alien creation.

But in order to win, he chose to endure.

Eight Covenant troop transports took off from the barge and flew straight to the core of the Covenant fleet - the City of High Charity.

The entire void war was chaos.

The communicator was full of electrical noise, making communication extremely difficult.

High Charity conducted a Q&A and biometric scan on the friendly ships that crossed the shield, and stopped paying attention after confirming that there were no problems.

The eight troop transport ships docked at the port of High Charity City smoothly.

When the hatch opened and the legionnaires rushed out, the busy Jiralhanae, Gnolls, Grunts and Sangheili, as well as many members of the race, all showed incredible expressions.

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

Armed drones were the first to respond to his orders.

Howling artillery fire and micro-missiles raked nearby ships and munitions, detonating them.

A deafening explosion sounded, and the flying debris and flames instantly flooded the entire apron.

Before those Star Alliance members could even scream, it was already over.

Several other tarmacs suffered the same blow.

Using mental control and Covenant ships, they easily passed through the shields and defensive fire and entered the interior of High Charity.

What followed was one ruthless massacre after another.

Jiralhanae, gnolls, and Sangheili were all killed by their swords, including the elite members of the Covenant.

Piles of broken bodies were left along the way.

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

Like a storm they sweep and destroy everything in their path.

When they arrived at the heart of High Charity based on intelligence, the Jiralhanae warchief came out of the darkness with a group of powerful Jiralhanae and stood in front of them.

This group of Jiralhanae beasts are stronger and covered with thick armor.

The body shape is more terrifying and taller than the legionnaires.

Tartarus let out a terrifying roar, and combined with his terrifying body, there was a shuddering sense of oppression.

"Humans, a bloody fate awaits you miserable guys." Tartarus's voice was low, full of power and violence.

"Monster, you should pray that you can survive under my sword before saying anything else." Zhang Han's voice still came out from the grille of the helmet visor, slightly distorted.

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

Tartarus raised a strange war hammer and rushed towards Zhang Han.

Zhang Han rushed forward with his sword.

The hammer and sword met, and a huge shock wave was emitted from the collision of the two weapons.

Qian Duo and other personal guards also rushed towards the elite Jiralhanae beasts, and the two sides fought fiercely.

Tartarus' attacks are extremely swift.

The strange war hammer in his hand was emitting a strange glow, and it was obviously some kind of force field technology.

As long as it is hit by it, even the body made of steel will fall apart in an instant.

Even a heavy tank may not be able to withstand a hammer.

The sound of metal clashing was endless.

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

Tartarus' body is taller and stronger.

But Zhang Han's strength is not inferior to him at all, and his endurance and speed are stronger.

The two sides fought brutally.

Tartarus wants to smash Zhang Han's head with his giant hammer.

But Zhang Han was faster than him.

Children in the wilderness understand a truth from an early age.

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

Slow down, and that's death.

When the giant hammer was lifted by Tartarus, Zhang Han aimed the tip of the sword at the opponent's chest, thrust it in effortlessly, and penetrated the opponent's body.

His sword carries the blessing of the Holy Emperor and can steal the life force of his enemies.

Blood flowed from the long sword, and Tartarus held up the giant hammer, with a blank look in his scarlet eyes.

"I said you should pray to survive." Zhang Han stirred his sword, and the severe pain made Tartarus unable to hold the heavy hammer firmly.

When the sword was pulled out, Tartarus fell to his knees helplessly.

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

After dealing with the powerful enemy, Zhang Han looked around.

Those Jiralhanae beasts were already at a disadvantage, but they were still extremely fierce and continued to attack humans.

Zhang Han ignored it and took Akkad and Redes into the final hall.

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

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

After passing the gate, what comes into view are three suspended thrones.

Seated on that throne were the Prophet of Sorrow, the Prophet of Truth, and the Prophet of Mercy.

They stared coldly at the humans who walked in, their eyes filled with hatred.

These humans are carbon copies of their ancestors.

A group of demons who deserve to be damned and should be cast aside forever by the will of the universe.

Zhang Han glanced at the last target in his line and could feel the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

He did not master psionic powers, but the Third Legion had some psykers, and he had learned how to deal with psykers.

Psionics are manifestations of the warp's twisted power.

It is powerful and can bend the laws of reality.

But it's not without its weaknesses.

Psychic energy needs an anchor, a host to function in the real universe.

The user must have a flesh and blood body, otherwise the power cannot affect the real universe.

The Warp is idealistic.

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

Zhang Han looked at the three prophets and said, "You should have run far away, but you dared to return to the Milky Way."

These words made the Prophet of Truth furious, and his violent spiritual energy was released.

The terrible sound echoed in the huge space.

"The Milky Way was our home. It was you demons who drove us out."

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