Warhammer 40K! The Queen of Glory for Hammer Guys

"I am standing here. This is the territory of the Empire. Aliens, if you don't get out, your blood will be used as fertilizer by us to nourish the land of the Empire."

After rudely kicking out the alien diplomats, the expedition team began to operate at full speed. They armed themselves, established defenses, stockpiled supplies, and prepared for the inevitable war. Of course, the captain also arranged his astropaths to send a astropathic signal for help to the stars, which he thought was better than nothing, betting on the possibility that the Empire's armed forces might be active nearby - however, based on the expedition leader's understanding of the Empire's military distribution, he had no hope for this matter at all - well, maybe after all his team has sacrificed themselves in this world for fifty or a hundred years or even longer, the Emperor will let his anger descend on this world...

However, what the captain did not expect was that there were really troops from the Empire who responded to their request, and they were the Emperor's Angel of Death! Although, uh...

The equipment of these Emperor's Angel of Death, in his mortal eyes, is a little... miserable?

——————————————————The dividing line of the Weepers team————————————————

Malakinflos sat on a rock covered with lichens, chewing a bunch of plant roots seriously. He ate very carefully, not even letting go of any juice. Next to him, a technical sergeant whose power armor had lost several "not so important" parts was carefully checking the basic weapons such as bolters and chainswords neatly placed on the waterproof cloth in front of them, making sure that these old guys who have served them for hundreds of years are still reliable. After all, as the number of supplies in their hands has dropped to a bad value, the various materials they can use to maintain these equipment are getting less and less. Therefore, the technical sergeants of the Weepers can only maintain them with an estimated amount lower than the minimum value stipulated by Ohm Messiah. There is no doubt that such behavior will sooner or later cause the machine spirit to be unhappy, but they have no choice.

"Captain, the machine souls of all the equipment are still reliable, but I am not sure whether they will still be willing to serve us after the next maintenance cycle." After using all his skills and finally using all the resources at hand to barely maintain the dozen or so Astartes who were eating in his team, the technical sergeant raised his head and briefly reported the condition of the equipment to his captain. At this moment, Malakin had just finished eating all the plant tubers in his hand. "This is already good news, brother." Although the tone of the technical sergeant revealed the bad news that some of these weapons and equipment would probably be out of service during the next maintenance cycle, in the eyes of the captain of the Weepers, this news was like heavenly music - at the end of that humiliating war, because of the Weepers' usual "luck", Malakin and his battle brothers were thrown directly into the desert of a small hive planet for unknown reasons, and remained unconscious until they were discovered by the local planetary governor's team and brought back to the hive. After helping the governor of the hive city solve some problems in the hive city that were not too difficult for Astartes but too difficult for mortals, Malakin, who had already had a vague guess about the future fate of his chapter, refused the material rewards provided by the governor, and declined some hints from the governor of the hive city. He took the battle brothers who had drifted to this world with him as guards and boarded a cargo ship departing from this hive city world to the hub world closest to this hive city. Then, there, Malakin learned the fate of their chapter. "There are some minor problems in the abandoned launch site's warehouse No. 3. You can start your atonement there. After you've dealt with the issues there, go to the waste recycling planet in this galaxy. Pay special attention to warehouse No. 15. It is said that there are aliens there. After that, this galaxy will no longer need you."

After confirming the identities of Malakin and his party, since the local Inquisitor had no way to contact the Lamenters, who had already started the Atonement Expedition for several years, he assigned tasks to Malakin's team of ten people according to the procedure. Then, in the first warehouse, Malakin and his party destroyed some things that the Star Army could do with a little effort, and then "took over" a ship that had the ability to sail in the subspace although it was not of high tonnage. Then, on the planet that recycled waste, they found a lot of weapons and supplies that they urgently needed in the designated warehouse. It was a bit old, but it could be used!

"Although the Machine Spirit is still willing to support us, Chapter Master, with the equipment and remaining ammunition reserves we have now, how can we ensure the safety of all the imperial citizens in the three villages within the threat range of the war zone in the next battle, and destroy the front-line base of the aliens that invaded this world?" The technical sergeant's words awakened Malakin from his slight memories. This descendant of Sanguinius, who had walked on countless battlefields, sighed softly, picked up a large leaf at hand, and handed it to the technical sergeant. On the leaf, except for a small piece of Space Marine rations that was barely enough to fill the teeth of the Space Marines, there were only plant tubers, raw meat, worms, and some fungi. These were the best food supplies that Malakin's team could currently make.

"We will surely find a way, for we are the Sons of Sanguinius, our Emperor's Angel of Death."

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"I always feel like things are mysterious."

In the reception room of Big E's house, the wolf group enthusiast with the QQ code name Zhu Yangai put down the "Instructions for Employment of the High Lord of the Imperial Curse" with a confused look on his face and said in a "I probably don't have it" With a dreamy expression, he looked at the sofa sitting next to him. Like himself, he was admitted to this room because of the small circle of Warhammer chess pieces on the table and because he wanted to find a job that could at least convince him. Redler, the main DA player, wanted to capture some other emotions from his face. Of course, Zhu Yangai failed to capture any unexpected emotions.

"If I had not entered that room once, I would really doubt that in a few days I would be traveling to several developed countries around the world at the same time. This job is indeed a fantasy."

A certain person also got into Brother E's mansion for the same reason. Although he hardly played on the table, he had a lot of chess pieces from the technical sergeants of various legions because of his personal hobbies. The hammer guy with the QQ code name of the technical sergeant major is here. After trying hard to rebuild his world view, he also joined this 'newcomer discussion' in a daze - for God's sake, he just wanted to find a job first to earn some money and gain some social experience so that he could add a few credits to his resume. Why did he suddenly become a 'member' of a world that was illusory to him yesterday?

"But the salary is really high, and all the insurances you need are covered, and you can also get a salary advance. The disadvantage is that you can't put this work experience on your resume..."

Redler turned the manual in his hand to the salary column, looked at it over and over again, and was extremely excited - the salary written in it was extremely generous, the benefits were full, and they could also get extra chess pieces. Reward - Well, although, there is a special reminder in bold words that due to the time algorithm problem between the real universe and the Warhammer universe, it is possible to do work for several months or even one or two years in a day, and it is also possible We do not rule out the possibility of encountering some battles that may take longer. However, Big E's arrogant statement that wages are calculated based on the time consumed in the Warhammer 40K universe really hit his heart hard - a few days. It is possible to earn a salary of one or two years in a short period of time. Where else can it be realistically done here? ?

"If you don't mind, after you work here, I can write things related to management positions in your resume."

Big E, who was sitting in the main seat, spoke lightly and simply solved one of Redler's concerns, allowing the Hammer to be the first to sign the contract. Under his leadership, the other two Hammers also He picked up the pen and signed his name quickly. Looking at the three newly acquired contracts, Big E had a smile on his face.

"Thank you. If you are willing, take a short rest before starting your first mission?"

"Ah this?"

"Start the exciting work on the first day you sign the contract? You are indeed a Big E. You fit my stereotype perfectly."

"So what is the mission? It's not asking us to go to Cadia to stop the Thirteenth Black Crusade, right?"

"...That's definitely not the case. My current power is completely unable to interfere with such an extremely critical node as the Battle of Cadia - what I hope you will help is a war group called the Lamenters. The squad leader belongs to."

"...Cryman?"

"Fuck! Big E, if you tell me this, I won't be sleepy anymore - after all, why is it a squad? There were about two hundred people in the M39 era after the Cryman subspace trek ended, and there were also after Barbuda was tricked by Timely Rain Huron. There are still about three hundred people left? Isn't this the number that the Crying Man was in when he was unlucky enough to run into the threat of the Kraken Hive Fleet at the end of the Atonement Crusade?"

Upon hearing the name Lamenter, the expressions on the faces of the three hammer men immediately changed from five points of hesitation to two points of hesitation.

"My ability failed to locate the main node of the Lamenters Chapter. It seems that there is a very strange force covering up the fate of this Chapter, so that I can't see it as real now, because

So, I stepped back and looked for the Weepers who had fled after the Battle of Barbuda - and I found them. "

"The Wailers who disappeared at the end of the First World War in Barbuda... seem to have their Chapter Master among them?"

"Yes, when I anchored them, they were collecting edible things to feed themselves on the planet they are currently defending..."

When he said this, there was an indescribable emotion on Big E's face. According to the rules of the empire, the Astartes Chapter will 'appropriately levy' from mortals during wartime or emergencies. The supplies are completely reasonable and legal. Even though the Weeper were in principle not allowed to obtain any supplies from the official hands of the Empire during the Atonement Crusade, there were still loopholes to exploit - however, these Astartes did not touch anything belonging to mortals!

"...As expected of the Crying Man, who is their enemy?"

"Tau, a titanium alien who wants to occupy an empire's planet."

"Titanium? Okay! Big E, I can't wait! Open the door quickly!!!"

After knowing that the opponent was actually the Tau Empire, the last two points of hesitation on the faces of the newly recruited Hammermen disappeared. The three of them were gearing up and couldn't wait to hit——

Helping the Crying Man and beating up the Tau Empire, two things happening at the same time, how wonderful it is!

10. The Lamenters—Reinforcements from Beyond the Sky

Lurking in the woods, covered with camouflage branches and other things, and smeared with a layer of tree sap to allow his scent to better blend into the environment, Malakin Ping Ping led three men wearing full sets of power armor. The questioner held the melta pistol in his hand that had accompanied him through countless battlefields. He lowered his body slightly and stared motionlessly at the alien base that was being constructed in full swing in the distance, waiting for him. While the battle brothers sent him a signal, he recalled the battle plan he had made in his mind - after the Weeper team carefully deduced the intelligence they collected, these Sanguinius The descendants realized that with their current lack of heavy firepower and lack of vehicle support, it was absolutely impossible for them to simultaneously complete the two tasks of suppressing the alien camp and covering the retreat of human villages to a safe zone without using some extremely risky tactics - —

"Chapter Commander, we have arrived at the target location and observed the alien convoy."

When Malakin was reorganizing the combat strategy in his mind, the communication from another team also rang in the headset appropriately.

"In one minute, I need you to create enough momentum to make these aliens think they are under attack from that direction."

Taking a deep breath, Malakin calmed his mind and gave orders calmly. According to their battle plan, most of the soldiers in the Weeper squad, together with a few Imperial citizens with certain combat experience who dare not fear death and swear not to escape from the battlefield, will first deal with an alien force. Convoy-controlled strongholds launched massive attacks in an attempt to lure the alien hordes away from their outposts. Once the alien really does this, Malakin will lead the three most elite warriors under his command to attack the alien outpost and complete the operation to destroy its frontline command center - if the Weepers are lucky enough and the alien If the commander is stupid enough to turn back the dispatched troops halfway, then they can theoretically complete this attack in the east and west with zero deaths - just in theory.

"Yes, Chapter Commander."

Although the current limit for the Lamenters is four complete sets of power armor, so the armors on the Lamenters Astartes who are saddled with Shengdong's tactics all look scattered, making this battle risky for them. It's more than a level up. However, these battle-experienced warriors have already come to their senses - they know that whether they can successfully mislead the Tau aliens is directly related to the success rate of the raid on the Chapter Leader's side, and whether the Chapter Leader's side can successfully Successfully taking away the frontline command of the titanium aliens at one time is directly related to whether the people of the human empire on this planet can safely retreat out of the war zone.

but......

Just when Malakin was counting down to thirty seconds in his heart, a communication from outside suddenly connected to his headset. The leader of the Lamenters Chapter was slightly stunned after hearing the words clearly in the communication, and ordered After pausing the countdown, he immediately raised his head and looked at the sky of Gibulsa 2.

"That is....."

Following the direction indicated by the communication, Captain Malakin saw a scene that he had never imagined could appear in this world - several things he was very familiar with were dragging long trails like meteors. The tail flames quickly descended towards the Tau alien outpost they were preparing to raid. Above the drop pod, the Legion emblem of the Dark Angels was extremely clear in the starlight of Gibulsa.

——————————————————Titanium dividing line————————————————

These races called 'humans' are really too ignorant and do not know how to advance or retreat.

Del'Kas'Deva, who was patrolling the outside of the camp, thought so,

Although the captain of the Tau patrol team is only a warrior of the Fire Caste, he has an extremely deep understanding of the Greater Good by often listening to the teachings of the Supreme Ethereal in various ways. From the perspective of this Tau Empire warrior,

The Greater Good is all-encompassing, accurately explains the connection between nature and civilization, and clarifies the future direction for all intelligent creatures in this sea of ​​stars - therefore, rejecting the Greater Good is itself a manifestation of rejecting the future.

"Fire can burn earth into dust, and it can also break stones and clear a way..."

Silently reciting these words that he had learned from the teachings of the Supreme Ether, Del'Kas'Deva felt that his heart was increasingly filled with contempt for the human beings who were stubbornly resisting on this planet - the translator said that those who claimed this How come a guy whose world belongs to the 'Empire' rejects the Greater Good? correct! They said that they were loyal to the Holy Emperor and would never give in to the heresies of the 'alien'! ha! It’s so...!

However, before the Fire Caste warrior could reorganize these ungrateful 'stupid races' in his mind and review the importance of the path to the higher good, a sharp alarm sounded in the communicator. He brought his thoughts back to reality. When he realized what had happened, he looked up under the guidance of his combat intuition, and happened to witness the scene of the airborne pod crashing into their outpost without any hindrance - because of space. The fleet in the fleet did not find any threatening ships cruising nearby. Therefore, in order to speed up the construction of other more urgently needed devices, no anti-aircraft firepower was placed in this Tau outpost. The most direct consequence of this choice was that large plumes of thick smoke began to flow from the Tau outpost one after another. It spewed out, and the dull sound produced by the explosion began to shake the air soon after. The flames roared, and the light of day could not cover them up. The earth shook slightly, suggesting that something had returned to dust.

"This is the third team! We need... Damn it! Everyone retreat to the emergency assembly point immediately!"

After trying to get in touch with the frontline base twice, and only getting a bunch of noise from the headphones both times, the Fire Caste team leader realized that the frontline base was completely hopeless, and if the opponent's attack speed To be more precise, even the news of the destruction of this frontline base will have to wait for a while before the commander on board the spacecraft learns about it. Therefore, the top priority of his team now is...

The gunfire rang out, and Del'Kas'Deva's head splashed on the nearby tree like a water-filled balloon falling on the hard ground, on his own body, his comrades' bodies, and on the ground. The headless corpse fell forward under the force of the impact and fell into a twisted pattern on the ground.

"???!!!!"

Because things happened so suddenly, the members of Del's team only realized that their team had encountered a fatal surprise attack when the sound of Del's body hitting the rocks on the ground reached their ears. Putting them collectively into a desperate situation - soon, under the precise shooting of Malakin and his battle brothers, the remaining Tau people were all sent to see their Greater Good within seconds - when When the sound of bolters stopped, even the drones fell apart where Del's team was.

"It seems that the suppression operation over there has ended."

After looking at the current appearance of the titanium alien frontline base in the distance, which no longer had new smoke coming out, Malakin, who had experienced many battles, basically determined how to deal with this area that they were still worrying about not long ago. The fact that the best area was completely disabled—so, Malakin pulled on his headset and started talking to another team.

"This is Malakin. It has been determined that the frontline base of the Titanium aliens has been suppressed by the battle brothers of the Dark Angels and is no longer a threat. Therefore, the combat mission is now changed - please all of you give up the mission of annihilating the Titanium alien convoys and report to the Emperor immediately The village area where the emperor's people are located has been retreated, and the main task has been to assist them to go to the safe area - what? All the titanium aliens on your side have been eliminated by the battle brothers of the Death Watch? "

——————————————Village of Human Expedition————————————————————

Many years later, while lying in bed waiting for the Emperor's call, the Planetary Governor of Gibulsa II couldn't help but recall that afternoon when he thought he would be loyal to the Emperor soon - on that day When the Emperor's Death Angels with shabby equipment assured them that they would cover their retreat to a safe area at all costs, he realized that these Death Angels might die in the battle with the aliens, as well as several others in the team. A retired Astra Militarum veteran did not follow the instructions of the Death Angels to pack his things. Instead, after arranging for the rest of the team to retreat, he picked up weapons and asked to follow the Death Angels to fight - and followed Ming's words with the consciousness of death. Their mission was to decoy the Angels of Death when they arrived at the target area, he saw the black wind blowing from a distance. ⑥⑨④⑨③⑥①④⑤

Then, there will be no more titanium in this team...

——The next thing is that he, who was the captain of the expedition team at the time, returned to the village with a lot of black-armored Astartes in a daze, and then saw that there were already a lot of green-armored Astartes in the village. The scene of the special event - well, he dared to swear in the name of the Emperor, he had never heard of such a grand event where so many of the Emperor's Death Angels gathered together in one place!

Of course, it was not only him who was confused, but also the Chapter Master of the Lamenters, Malakin. He couldn't be sure at all. The arrival of these two Astartes forces

Is this a coincidence or there are other reasons - the Death Watch can be easily explained, they may be hunting titanium aliens, but the Dark Angel...

This original regiment of Astartes, with its obvious mysticism, could not come here just on a whim!

"Anyway, thank you, battle brothers - without your help, we would not be able to ensure the safety of these Imperial subjects."

However, despite the endless thoughts in his mind, Malakin still sincerely expressed his gratitude to the battle brothers who were obviously the leaders of the two Astartes forces - while thanking him, Malakin also took the opportunity to take a serious look. The pauldrons of the battle brothers of the Death Watch. At this time, the Chapter Master of the Lamenters noticed that most of the battle brothers of this Death Watch force had the Legion emblem of the Space Wolves on their shoulders - that is to say, this is a force mainly composed of space. A Death Watch combat company composed of wild wolves!

A few seconds later....

"I know you have many doubts in your heart, brother, but we are not here to compete for your glory."

Just when Malakin did not get any response and the atmosphere fell into a certain degree of embarrassment, a voice came from the ranks of the battle brothers of the Death Watch. Malakin followed the sound and saw a man who had taken down the The battle brother with dazzling blond hair on his helmet is walking towards him, and the emblem on his shoulder is...?

"you are?"

Involuntarily, Malakin used some honorifics, and the Death Watch Astartes monk who came out with the emblem of the Ninth Legion on his shoulders smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I am also the son of Sanguinius - the Chapter Master of Malakin. I have heard about the deeds of your Chapter, and I am very impressed by your persistence - so, can you talk to me?"

"Of course - brother, wait a minute, the equipment is not necessary. We are now in the atonement expedition stage. In principle..."

Malakin, who was about to have a chat with the Death Watch Astartes who had the same genetic father as himself, saw the Dark Angels looking up and down for a while. After the battle brothers, he actually turned around and took out the power armor from the following vehicle for them to wear, and hurriedly stopped them - it was a small matter that they accepted the supplies and were punished by the Tribunal for extra atonement time. If they were allowed to help Their battle brother was involved in this matter, so he might feel guilty to death!

"If you want to hold us back in the next battle, you can ask your brother to refuse our help - or, you want to let your battle brother stay here in the next battle. Not going anywhere in a mortal village?”

The Dark Angel's company commander turned his head slightly and looked at Malakin. His tone contained the obvious meaning of 'If you still want to continue to contribute in the next battle, then this matter is non-negotiable'. Before Malakin could say anything else, the son of Sanguinius standing next to him patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to relax.

"Don't worry, it's just the Inquisition. It's really not a big problem in their eyes - let's go over there and chat while we eat? Looking at you like this, you are also a little short of the Astartes' special rations. We brought a lot!”

11. The Weeper - Discussion among Hammer Guys

Queen of Glory, in the battle hall.

"Phew...it's done for now."

Zhu Yankai, who returned his consciousness from the descending body to the Queen of Glory, threw himself into the seat next to his projection platform, letting his body sink deeply into the soft back of the chair, and the whole person began to sigh - and Malakin's communication was several times more difficult than expected for the hammer guy, so much so that now Zhu Yangai felt that the vocabulary in his mind had become a 'vacuum'.

"Did you convince those crybabies to cooperate with us?"

In order to prevent some eventuality, Redler, who was arranging for his Dark Angel chess pieces to sneak out and set up camp for some very Astartes reasons, looked in the direction of Zhu Yankai.

"I can only say that I am temporarily convinced - now I am very lucky that my wave of chess pieces includes a Blood Angel that I used to insert for the battle group background I designed myself. Fortunately, I asked Big E to paint all the chess pieces. Changed to the Death Watch, otherwise this wave of communication with the Weeping Men chapter leader will probably be really troublesome - the official plot says that because of their own experience, their own nature and the culture of the chapter, they are more holy than ordinary saints. The Sons of Gilles are more sensitive and cautious - at first I thought that no matter how sensitive and cautious the Astartes were, they should be limited, but the result..."

Zhu Yangai stretched out a hand from his seat and took a drink from the table next to him, shrugging his shoulders, clearly expressing his helplessness with his movements.

"Isn't the Chapter Master of the Crying Man still obsessed with the Atonement Crusade? His small team doesn't even have an Inquisitor with him, so he can't understand the subtext!"

He heard what Zhu Yangai meant. Because all the chess pieces on hand were technical sergeants, the technical military commander who did not put his chess pieces in the first wave placed his chess pieces that had been painted in the Dark Angel style. On the preparation stage, he took over the conversation.

"He is still struggling with this. He was not even willing to accept the consumable supplies we provided them at first, until I moved out of Sanguinius.

The name added a bunch of lies to make him give in temporarily. The Weeper's experience made it hard for them to believe that there was an Astartes group that could so brazenly ignore the Inquisition and even ignore the authority of the High Lords - even the founding group. So after talking about this issue for a while, I turned the conversation to how to protect the ordinary people of the Empire in this world from being harmed by titanium, and how to ensure that this planetary system will join the ranks of the Empire. It was considered a successful transfer. got his attention. "

After downing most of the drink in one breath, Zhu Yangai, who finally felt that her condition had returned to 80%, poked her head out and stared at the people on the screen in front of her who were doing various things, who were projected by her, using big words. The Space Wolves chess pieces whose E's emergency paint was changed to the Death Watch paint - except for being a little taciturn, their behavior almost fits all the stereotypes set by gw for them, which also makes them not cause crying at all. the doubters.

"But after we finish suppressing all the Tau in this galaxy, they will definitely continue to struggle with this issue, wondering whether our help will cause us to encounter some terrible consequences - with the temper of the Weeper, they There is a high probability that they will take off the things we gave them at the end of the battle and then stuff them back into our hands - if you ask me, they might as well touch a Custodian chess piece and declare it, and directly eat up the Crying Man's Atonement Crusade! !”

Redler, who felt that this matter was indeed a headache, rubbed his forehead and made an extremely radical suggestion. After hearing Redler's speech, the technical sergeant major who had already sorted out the first batch of chess pieces to come, turned slightly. Side head.

"The idea is good, but it will definitely cause trouble - this operation must not be done unless it is absolutely necessary - but I have a suggestion, use titanium to perform surgery, if not, they will throw this matter into the corner - wait for the fight After all, we can justifiably go around and give them some extra stuff with the excuse of exchanging the loot for something - there is no rule against looting in the Atonement Expedition."

"Um... aren't we doing titanium surgery now?"

Zhu Yangai had a puzzled look on his face. The purpose of the hammer guys coming here, apart from helping Crying Man, was to fight titanium, wasn't it? What more surgery is needed?

"No, no, no, I mean, open a bigger knife - the troops we have now, it is a bit of a waste to just beat the titanium in this world..."

The technical sergeant major shook his finger, his tone full of malice towards the Tau Empire. At this moment, Zhu Yangai and Redler, who had just understood what he meant, were stunned at the same time.

"What do you think...how do you think this galaxy only has this little titanium? As long as we don't waste it, we can clear them out in two months at most? Where can you find other titanium?"

Zhu Yangai spoke in confusion, and an 'unfathomable' smile appeared on the technical sergeant major's face.

"Things are not that simple - first of all, Titanium, we all know that their super-light navigation method is drifting in subspace, and the speed is very poor compared to other races. The direct result of this navigation method on Titanium One is that their expansion in the galaxy can only be done step by step, and they will not jump around with super long jumps like other races - therefore, generally speaking, the expansion team of the Tau cannot come from' Too far' place."

"You suspect that there is one or more worlds controlled by titanium 'near' this planetary system? But, how does this relate to your thoughts?"

Ridler, who understood what the technical sergeant major was expressing, nodded slightly and felt that the logic was sound. However, he still didn't understand for the time being, what does this have to do with using titanium to open a bigger knife?

"I understand! Although the titanium can take root on this planet and eliminate some rebels, the number is not large and is not enough to build this planet - so behind them, there must be the main fleet of the expansion fleet. . With Titan’s temper, after knowing that there is such a good world, part of the main fleet of Titan’s expansion fleet is 100% running towards this direction-those who don’t know the darkness of the galaxy are even wild in the official animation. If you dare to touch Douya’s home, it would be strange if this seemingly uninhabitable planet Titanium should not be regarded as a gift from the Greater Good!”

Zhu Yangai clapped his hands vigorously and understood what the technical sergeant major meant. The expression on the technical sergeant major's face also turned into one of satisfaction, and he gave Zhu Yangai a thumbs up.

"That's right - anyway, we are here, and we can't do anything without solving the troubles. I believe that the cryman will agree with our battle idea - it's up to you to handle this matter. After all, your chess pieces are playing the role of death watch this time. Specialized professional, professional counterpart, nothing to say! ”