Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

The dreadlord is the backbone of the Burning Legion.

Adept at wielding terrifying shadow powers and fel powers.

Follow the Dark Titan unscrupulously to spread death and fear in this universe.

He is the capable general of Alsace and the high-level combat force of the undead Scourge.

Countless paladins died tragically at the hands of these monsters.

The established army was annihilated and completely reduced to nothingness.

Dreadlords are like vampires that prey on the psychic power of other creatures.

Treat the weak-willed as their own food and slaves.

Has dead skin like a corpse.

A body clad in fel armor has no fur.

Two sharp canine teeth protrude from the mouth.

Possesses vicious magic that manipulates the life and blood of enemies.

Proficient in cunning and deceit, she loves to play on the desperation of rebels.

They are proud of the endless suffering they have brought to mankind.

A dreadlord is a rebel's worst nightmare.

As long as these monsters appear, human resistance will be crushed to powder.

But now everything has been rewritten, a dread demon king was torn off his wings and arms in front of the undead army and rebels.

Blood mixed with green energy spurted out, and when it fell on the ground, it turned into terrifying lines of evil energy.

The pained voice of the dreadlord silenced the battlefield.

Ske looked at the man in the golden armor in disbelief.

He suppressed a terrifying monster in such an easy and normal way.

The huge palm tore through the dreadlord's body like tearing paper.

The light reflected by the golden armor is like the morning glow, implying hope and the future.

Such a perfect battle armor must be a combination of the painstaking efforts of peerless craftsmen.

This is the armor that only true warriors are qualified to wear.

The surface of the armor is covered with many symbols,

The most striking thing is the pattern on the cloak, with stars revolving around the sun.

The rebels on the entire battlefield were stunned.

Their eyes were fixed on the radiant figure.

The buzzing cloak was the only sound on the battlefield at this moment.

That face, which was carved like marble, was perfect to the extreme, impeccable, and not angry or majestic.

He is a god.

A god who represents the hope of mankind.

No one knows why he came.

Can't bear to look directly at the suffering the world is suffering.

Or at the behest of someone greater.

Nobody knows.

At this moment, there is only shock and excitement in the hearts of everyone.

The body of the dreaded demon king was torn apart, and the head with devil's double (acfe) horns was stepped on the ground.

The humiliation he had given to SK reappeared on him.

The dreadlord howled in pain and anger, but it was all to no avail.

Few could defeat a Primarch fighting for the Imperium on the field of battle.

Primarchs were born for men, born for battle.

In order to spread the glory of the leader, they are all endowed with the power to despair even the gods.

The mere dread demon king is just seeking his own death.

Dorn, who trampled on the dreadlord, glared at the undead.

Those innocents are dead.

Bodies and souls are thus desecrated.

This is an unforgivable crime.

"Clean them up," Dawn said in a low voice.

The Astartes team behind them rushed into the battlefield.

The armor system is activated, even if the long-range attack is not activated, the strength in the hands alone is enough to easily tear apart all enemies.

Lena stood on the high wall, and her beautiful body turned into the embodiment of flames, pointing her finger casually.

The pet bird perched on her shoulder let out a scream, and its body instantly became huge.

The biological combat engine was turned on at full power, and the dense data was output after being calculated by the empire matrix.

I saw that in the sky, the thick dark clouds were torn apart.

A stream of flames fell from the sky, like the wrath of the gods.

This is the focused flare storm of the biological star engine, which is enough to easily destroy all low-level civilizations.

All the Necromancers and Liches were dumbfounded at this moment.

The entire sky was dyed red, and the monstrous flames swept through everything, burning down half of the sky, and the heat was unstoppable.

Sk was stunned, and the warhammer in his hand could no longer be held firmly.

"Is this the power of God!" A scarred paladin stayed in place when he saw the endless stream of flames falling from the sky.

The entire world, all human nations, including the Kingdom of Dalaran and the Kingdom of High Elf, who are best at magic, are unable to cast such terrifying magic.

What else could explain such a terrifying power but God!!

In the small town, everyone knelt down.

This is Kamui.

It was God who punished the dead.

A huge, majestic stream of flames with a thickness of more than ten miles descended from the sky.

Such terrifying power is enough for people with a radius of hundreds of miles to see clearly.

It is enough to make all strong people vaguely perceive the horror of this power.

Alsace, who was slaughtering humans and orcs, and the dark elves allied forces, also turned his head to look in the direction of the stream of flames rushing down.

The flames surged, and the entire sky turned red.

The terrifying power stirred up the magic flow of the whole world, making the whole world turbulent.

Arthas was terrified and felt the rune holy sword - Frostmourne trembling in his hand, fearing this power.

Even Archimonde, the second-in-command of the Burning Legion he summoned and easily slaughtered the coalition forces, looked solemn at this time.

"It's the direction of Lordaeron." Kel'Thuzad looked at the reddish sky in the sky, and said, "I've never seen a mage who can cast such powerful fire magic, whether it's a human mage or a high elf. Mage is good, I am afraid that even Medivh, who has the power of a guardian, cannot contend with such a power."

Hearing these words, Alsace showed a little uneasiness on his cold face.

Lordaeron has been reduced to a land of the dead, how could there be such a powerful creature.

The leader of the rebellion of the human armies, Jaina.

Orc tribe leader, Thrall.

Tyrande, the high priest of the dark elves, and Malfurion, the head of the druids, also looked at the half of the sky soaked in flames in horror.

What a terrifying power this is, enough to easily crush everything and turn everything into ashes.

"Is this a new enemy?" Tyrande asked in horror.

Even if she channeled the power of the moon god Elune, she couldn't exert such terrifying magic.

Even in ancient times, with the help of the Well of Eternity, it was very difficult to cast this level of magic.

"I don't feel the evil of the undead Scourge, so it shouldn't be an enemy." Malfurion said in a low voice.

on the battlefield.

Under the gaze of many rebels.

A radius of tens of miles turned into scorched earth.

Under the impact of the flame stream, most of the undead on the battlefield were wiped out.

The face of the Dread Demon King who was trampled under Don's feet was also extremely terrified.

The anger contained in the pain disappeared without a trace, leaving only despair and fear.

"How could you be a human? How could a human have such a powerful power!!