"I actually broke into the battlefield of the eternal Sazha Khan Dynasty without saying hello. Maybe I should teach them some small lessons..."
After laughing a little, the Necromancer looked at a technician with a slender figure, a delicate silver mask, and a hand holding an etheric scepter, not far away, and said:
"Send a message to the Governor Nasalasi and order him to destroy half of the lower animals."
A few seconds later, the dark green light of the necromancer's eyes flashed slightly, and he slowly bent down and made a cold sound.
"Mr. Simt, His Majesty's will is to let us destroy Tyron and the possible Yash'Udra, and to emphasize the corresponding human beings...no need to pay attention."
The next moment, the other party's slap had an intimate contact with her mask, slapped her entire body from the platform, hitting the steps for more than a dozen times before stopping.
"Slave, who do you think you are talking to?"
While using silk, the undead overlord wiped his hands that had just come into contact with the other party, he walked to the edge of the steps and looked down at the technician whose energy nodes were damaged, and sparks continued to appear on the energy nodes on his body.
"Hotup, remember your identity, remember that you are serving the noble high-ranking royal family of the Sazha Khan Dynasty. You only need to obey orders and have no qualifications or power to express your opinions."
However, at this moment, a sharp sound like a sharp claw rubbing against metal sounded on his right side.
"Mr. Simt, although she offended, she was telling the truth. You came on orders and should follow the orders."
Although Simt was also very angry this time, and even the energy nodes on his body turned from dull to shining, there was no further reaction. After all, the person who spoke was different.
He turned to look at the guy who was hidden in the shadow, holding a ritual scepter in his hand, carrying a sign that represented a supreme being, an existence that he could not resist.
"Governor Tolotepu, isn't it serious? It's just a group of low-level creatures that will not affect our mission."
"Mr. Simt, you should not misunderstand the will of Your Majesty. Why did he emphasize alone not to pay attention to humans, but he did not want to see this happen. If you did not expect it before, then I will remind you now."
The last sentence was very rude. Simt even wanted to pick up his weapon for a while, but he still restrained it.
Because this guy has an extraordinary identity, he is one of his cousin's most trusted favorites and his cousin's messenger. To use a worse rhetoric, he is even his own monitor.
After a while of anger, the proud dynasty nobleman could only suppress his anger and transfer it to the Tyron Zerg.
"Let Nasarasi go around the back of this thing, turn it into a dead fish, and move the wailing song forward, and I'm going to take out all its internal organs!"
Just as the fleet of the space undead slaughtered Tyron with extremely fast efficiency, the Great Sorien's hired fleet also rushed to the high orbit of the planet.
"Soshiyang...the commander of the battle...quickly...the boarding the ship..."
When the intermittent sound rang in the built-in communicator of the armor, Soshiyang, who was standing on a mountain of 100 meters high, was stunned at first, and then threw away half of the head of the tyrant in the nest. This half of the head was accurately smashed on a samurai worm, breaking half of its bones.
"Is the time here... I don't care! All staff! Board the plane! Evacuate in an orderly manner! Death Watchmen take off first, then the Ninth Company! The first company is the last! The wounded are preferred!"
Under Soshiyan's command, the soldiers began to drag the wounded to the Storm Eagle. At the same time, the three surviving speed attack boats were also driven into the Storm Bird. Even because there were fewer speed attack boats, they could also be vacated to install people.
At this time, a formation of furnace fighter jets also roared in the sky. The heavy arrow fighter jets quickly created a safe airspace to cover gunboats to fly into the atmosphere.
Soshiyang insisted on being at the forefront, killing enemies who were trying to get close to the landing field at a nearly mowed speed.
"Captain of the Battle! Hurry!"
Finally, fifteen minutes later, the last storm eagle was about to take off. Soshiyang kicked away the digging python that had been cut off from his head, turned around and rushed to the open hatch door, then raised his hand and shot it to smash a jumping warrior insect.
As the Storm Eagle quickly took off, countless Tyron creatures on the ground could only roar over their heads...
As soon as he returned to the short man's warship, Soshiyang received an extremely surprised and even shocked news.
"Space Necromancers!?"
Looking at the fierce battle scene on the flickering screen, Soshyang frowned. Bairno, who was beard next to him, seemed to be in a very shocked state.
‘How did they... appear here?’
"I don't know either. I suddenly found their signals and had arrived in the galaxy. I was worried that things might change, so I came to pick you up in advance... Hiss, these ghosts are really scary. Are their ships really ships? Forget it, it's okay. The speed has exceeded the acceptable range of normal physics. It's worthy of being one of the dangerous aliens that the Ancestral Court explicitly prohibits contact."
The sudden appearance of the deceased made Soshiyang confused for a moment.
Are you coming for Tyron?
Or are you going to come by yourself?
Or...
Is it the star god I encountered before?
"Are they just attacking Tyron?"
"Currently, so I suggest leaving."
"Wait, can you see the logos of these ships?"
"Let me see...well, you can scan it, but the symbols of the space undead are very mysterious. At least I can't recognize what these things represent. So many... Which one is the dynasty symbol you mentioned?"
"I don't know either, but I can check it after going back."
Soshiyang nodded after looking at the scanned symbol, then his eyes were fixed on the tomb ship that was tearing apart the giant insect nest mothership.
"The tomb ships have all been dispatched... Is there a dynasty nearby that we don't know?"
If we could contact the royal court now, Soshiyang would definitely send a fleet to find out the truth. After all, the timing of the fear of the deceased was so coincidental that it would never be a coincidence. The other party was even more unlikely to pass by. The whole operation did not take long. Even if their ships were fast, they could not be so fast. The only explanation is that they were already nearby.
How could the fearful deceased know his plan? How could he know that he was coming here?
Or is there always those who fear the deceased monitoring their own movements?
Soshyan was not a suspicious person, but he still thought of Jiulian, especially Telshak, who had been implanted with a heart-locking beetle. Perhaps he still needs to be inspected after he goes back...
"Let's leave here first, those space undead are not good people."
Bairno, who had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, immediately picked up the communication microphone.
Chapter completed!