"Company Commander, are these spiritual races suddenly appearing to save us?"
Hearing the words of the warriors around him, Germain Juarez, the second company commander of the Crying Warrior, shook his head. At this moment, he was already covered in scars, his armor was almost half broken, his left shoulder armor disappeared directly, his shoulders were filled with blurred flesh and metal tendons, and only two-thirds of his sword remained. The remaining 31 wounded soldiers gathered beside him and guarded the boarding port of the transport ship behind him.
"Alien shapes have ulterior motives, and should not be careless, nor should they be deceived and deceived."
Soon, the magnificent Eternal Holy Fire slowly descended, and the four Asuyan wings had already fallen, and the Phoenix Imperial Guards were lined up in an orderly manner.
But Soshyan did not show up. He just sat in the throne surrounded by gauze curtains. Duran walked to the bow of the boat and looked down at the cryers below, saying in a unique tone of Gao Gothic:
"Is it the second company commander of the Crying Team?"
"Um?"
Germain Juarez frowned and replied after a moment:
"Yes, but how do you know me?"
"My Lord knows everything."
"Ha, you are so arrogant as ever. Tell me, what are your conspiracies?"
"My Lord came here to hunt the hungry dragon. I admire you very much when you see your bravery and tenacity. Now Tyron is releasing a large amount of spores and poisonous gas. This place cannot be left for a long time, but your primitive and clumsy spacecraft seems to be damaged, so my Lord is willing to do a good deed to help you evacuate."
"this..."
Germain Juarez hesitated for a moment, looked at the adjutant beside him, and then saw the answer in the other person's eyes-
They really had no choice at this time.
It is acceptable to the help of the Spirit Clan. It is not a big deal or a small deal. Germain Juarez really can't make any idea at once. The key is that Malakin lost contact again.
Duran then added:
"You and other commanders have been saved by our Lord. He is seriously injured and is being treated. There is no need to worry."
"The battle leader is in your hands!?"
The second company commander of the Crying One immediately pointed the broken sword at Duran.
"You are threatening us!"
Sitting behind the airship, Soshiyang supported his forehead with his hands helplessly, and he didn't know how the other party came to this conclusion.
But Duran is not as easy to talk to as Soshiyan, he just laughed contemptuously.
"Threat? What's the point of threatening you? I can sweep you with one hand. I'm pitiful, do you understand?"
"Duran, don't say extra things."
Hearing the Ada language coming from behind, Duran turned around, bent down slightly, seemed to be greeting someone, and then turned around and patiently said to Germain Juarez:
"What my Lord admires most is the warriors who sacrifice their lives for the weak. Your behavior transcends race and is a kind act worthy of praise. At the same time, Tyron is something that can transform all biomass into its soldiers and fleets. That is to say, the best way to weaken it is to get as little biomass as possible. Helping you is to weaken Tyron."
He said this, and Germain Juarez seemed to be a little loose. After hesitating for a moment, he said:
"I want to discuss with the other company commanders for a moment, and it will be enough for one minute."
"please."
Germain Juarez then turned around to contact another company commander who was still on the scene. The other party was obviously very afraid of the spirit race, especially the strength shown by these spirit races. The Tyron beast, which was originally terrifying to them, was easily slaughtered and had no ability to resist. It would naturally be a small task to destroy them, such as humans.
So they concluded that Ada really had no motivation to attack them, at least not yet, and there were still more than 100,000 people who had not withdrawn, and the transport ships had been completely scrapped, and they had no support except the Spirits.
Finally, when he returned to Duran, he chose to accept Ada's help, but he also asked to see Malakin as soon as possible, and Duran agreed.
Soon twenty vampire attackers landed on the airport cleaned up the apron and opened the cabin door. There were ghost doors inside. More than 100,000 refugees walked into this alien technology under the command of the Space Marine.
But not everyone accepts this...
"This is the alien's trick! This is the alien's filth! It will enslave us! Destroy us! The devout people of the empire would rather die than touch the alien's filth! The emperor will despise us!"
Hundreds of priests gathered together, holding the torch high, screaming wildly. If they had not been stopped by more than a dozen crying people, they might have rushed over and burned the ghost gates with fire.
"Angels! Can't go! That's an alien trap! Death! Let's die together! The soul returns to the throne!"
"It would rather die under Tyron's minions than surrender to them!"
"The Emperor of God said: A strange shape is abominable and can be killed, so it is not trustworthy!"
Roaring, lamenting, crying, beating, stamping feet, the priests were all exerted, and their agitation really made the crowd hesitate, and many people hesitated, causing the team to start to stagnate.
Sitting on the imperial throne through the gauze curtain, Soshyan looked at the priests indifferently. His heart became even colder when he thought that Malakin and the wailers had saved with their lives.
And Germain Juarez was still patiently persuading them.
"This is just a temporary measure. It is not worth promoting the needless sacrifice. We will not be in harmony with the aliens, just..."
"Sir Angel!"
Suddenly, a grey-haired ascetic monk in a tattered robe lay on the ground, hugged the second company commander's thigh and cried:
"Have you forgotten the teachings of the God Emperor? Do you no longer see the light of the God Emperor? Why do you lead the God Emperor's Lamb astray? Death is small, but depravity is big! Please, keep your eyes wide and don't bewitched by these aliens, otherwise... I will be killed at your feet!"
As he said that, he really used his head to knock Juarez's leg armor twice, and knocked out two blood marks, making Juarez look helpless and unable to kick the other person away because this is not their style.
"Your Highness, there's not much time."
Duran walked to the imperial throne and pointed to the red mist that was surging from the distance.
"Do you want to get rid of these stupid guys?"
"It's useless, no... If you really try to get rid of them, the rest of the people will be even more reluctant to leave. They just add to the tension in vain. Alas, this is the barrier formed by the two races for ten thousand years."
Fortunately, Germain Juarez finally made up his mind and called the warriors directly, arrested the priests one by one, and threw them all into the Ghost Gate amid their screams. However, after they landed, they found that they were not in some "alien" space, but on the transport ship of the empire.
Because considering that this operation might involve evacuation, it was obvious that humans were not convenient to get to the Aida ship. When they arrived, Soshiyang "borrowed" several large merchant ships on the route. He did not hurt anyone during the process. He just told the captain very "kindly" that he would only borrow temporarily and pay them enough money later. Then he deployed a small ghost gate inside the ship, which was indeed in handy now.
With this attitude, the refugees' speed immediately increased. At this time, the gunshots of the Dark Death God became increasingly dense, and the roar of giant beasts kept coming from the spore poisonous fog.
Chapter completed!