I produce soldiers every day, starting from the end of the world

Come, gods and demons

Just as Wang Yan was on his way to the battle between the Soul Drinkers and Rand in the Immortal Realm, the Lamenters arrived on the surface of a planet with hundreds of millions of Krieg Death Legion warriors.

"The creatures on this planet are a kind of sub-human beings with very high life statistics. Among dozens of planets, this one is the most suitable."

Fox looked at the picture transmitted back by the projection on the battleship, and a mechanical priest Gene on the side said.

At this time, the planet is being attacked by a strange group of humanoid creatures.

"Judging from several battles, this star field is very suitable for the Legion to be stationed. Jimmy immediately sent people to occupy the planet and repel these heretics."

Fox said to Brother Jimmy, the company commander next to him.

"Yes, my brother Fox Chapter Master".

After Jimmy finished speaking, he put on his helmet and walked towards the command room door.

Outside the hatch, other Lamenter Space Marines were waiting.

"Let's go. Brother Nar Krieg will be under your command for the time being. After landing, we will resist the heretic attack. The warships will form a defense line and provide fire support."

Jimmy said to the company champion next to him.

"Yes, Captain Jimmy".

After saying that, Nall walked into the airborne cabin on one side.

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The fighting above ground was fierce.

The demihumans evaluated by the geneticists were having a hard time resisting at this time.

Because the number of enemies is too large.

The power of the weapons in their hands is very different from that of the enemy.

This star is called Geneucom.

It is ruled by a kind of San'Shyuum who look similar to the Covenant in "Halo".

Their name is Sancia.

They don't look as thin as the San'Shyuum, but have a body structure bursting with muscles.

This is also due to the impact of the perennial war environment.

The science and technology of Geneukom is also very advanced. They live in a suspended city that looks like a jellyfish.

It is called the City of Charity.

The city is surrounded by millions of fearless key numbers protecting it.

But at this time they were attacked by another race from across the star field, the Sanglihe people.

The Sanglihe are a race that worships an AI renegade called the Forerunner.

The prevailing ideas within the race are very similar to those of the Mechanic Priests.

Flesh and blood suffer, and machines soar.

Most of the Sanglihe people's bodies have also been mechanically modified.

This allows them to adapt to any battlefield environment in the universe and plunder a large amount of resources to bring back to their home planet.

The Sanglihe people brought their vassal races with them.

Grunts, beast-faced men, gnolls, soldiers and bees, these countless vassal races are attacking the Sancian defense line like a tide.

A large number of warships in the sky attacked the Sancian Dreadnought-class Key warship.

Their war has been going on for hundreds of years, and there is still no outcome.

The Sancians relied on a time machine and began to recruit soldiers in a steady stream.

On the other hand, the Sanglihe people used space-time wormholes to transport warriors from vassal planets.

Jimmy was fixed on the device of the drop pod, watching the fierce battle below through the projection screen.

Obviously the people of Sancia can no longer withstand the endless years.

The Sanglihe people's attack gradually gained the upper hand.

"boom".

The ground shook in countless places and made violent noises.

Soon smoke rose and covered the battlefield.

When both sides stopped fighting and looked at the sudden shock.

The Lamenter Space Marines had emerged from the drop pod.

The bolt gun in his hand fired at the Sanglihe people.

"They are friendly forces. Although we don't know where they came from, this is our opportunity."

The senior leaders of the Sancian command post witnessed the changes on the battlefield.

But what happened next left them at a loss.

Because the densely packed battleships in the sky arrived carrying the Krieg Death Corps.