"I really know how to save money, I save all the bed, and sleep on the rope."
Rozim couldn't help but be amazed at the balance of this creature against the sky, but indestruction was also his most satisfied companion, because this guy is indeed very capable and can dismember a violent ant cow in two seconds. This is difficult to do even if a space warrior comes. Moreover, he can accurately cut through the tendons of every joint of the ant cow without hurting the bones, which is simply a first-class cutting!
"Sir Rozim, the fan you want is finished."
Just as Rozim finished his conversation with the Unbeaten, a unique voice came. He turned his head and saw A Fei, who was wearing a white robe and had a one-eyed and slender limbs, appeared in front of him, holding a big red fan in both hands.
A Fei is from Urume Attic. He didn't call this name at first, but his original name was too long and difficult to pronounce. Rozim called him A Fei according to his characteristics of knowing how to fly.
As the most loyal vassal race to the royal court, the Urume Attic sent one of their best princes. A Fei was a versatile man. Not only did he have magical flying skills - able to defeat the flexible Comoros natural disasters, but he was also a superb tactician with a quick thinking and skillful mind. He was the kind of existence that Rozim lacked in his team. Therefore, once he understood, he immediately became his dog-headed military advisor and tailor.
"Well, it's not bad, this craft."
After standing straight, Rozim slapped her softly, took two steps in a pretentious manner, and then shook her head and said:
"The two realms of gods and demons are divided, and the human world is full of disasters. Good deeds bring sweet rain, and the phoenix master appears in the sea of ​​suffering--"
After saying that, he turned around very "coolly", covered his face with a fan, and then slowly moved away, winked at the dull A Fei and said:
"Does it look like it?"
"ah..."
"Didn't you surprised you?"
"Well..."
"vomit--"
A dry retching sound in the distance attracted Rozim's attention. He turned his head and saw a huge body wearing a thick dark green power armor. The other party was sitting on the steps, with a semi-circular helmet and a heavy and huge mace on the side, revealing only the fangs and furry head. After paying attention to Rozim's sight, a pair of small eyes immediately dodged away.
"Bajie, are you dissatisfied with me?"
"No...no..."
"It's better not, otherwise your rations will be cut in half!"
Hearing this, the other party's little ears drooped.
Badge comes from Drasian's Imperial Guard Corps and is one of the most elite Hammer City players. His naked armor is more than three meters tall, and his height is nearly three meters five after piercing the armor. His strength is the most exaggerated thing Rozim has ever seen. Even Nanawei cannot compete with him. He can easily overturn a tank with bare hands. It can only be said that the race that can still exist under the huge military threat of the empire is somewhat capable.
The only problem is that Badger's appetite is extremely huge. Even in the Drachian society, which is virtuous of delicious food and eating more, it is too edible. It is almost the amount of three elite warriors, so it is called a big eater.
This time he got the opportunity to serve in the Royal Court by defeating dozens of competitors, because the Drachians all said that the Royal Court had endless food here - especially after the Royal Court provided the Drachians with some advanced agricultural technology and crops, as well as livestock, they had a deeper yearning for the corresponding Ada's food.
However, he didn't expect that he was actually unable to serve the royal court, but was sent a special team. Fortunately, the food here is not bad, after all, the team leader is just a chef.
Although this chef is very weird and extremely narcissistic, Bajie can only endure this huge burrito of ant beef.
"Why did it get messy when it comes? Dogo is drunk again?"
As the cabin door opened, a crisp sound rang out. Sisna walked in while tidying her hair. Today she was wearing an armed uniform and looked very heroic.
"You woke up, I thought you had to sleep for a long time."
Cesina shook her head, poured a glass of water from the automatic water dispenser on the side, and drank half a cup.
"I didn't expect that the spirit clan has such great alcoholism. If I had known it, I wouldn't have been greedy for the drink."
After saying that, she sat on a chair close to the navigation instrument, supporting her forehead with her hands, as if she was breaking out of the hangover mud.
In fact, Sisna herself does not like to drink. On the one hand, she, a native Terra, has never tasted the wine of the Spiritual clan. On the other hand, the impact from all aspects has been too strong in the past few days, which has almost subverted her entire worldview.
As early as when she came to the Nesson Galaxy with Rozim, Sisna felt that the abnormality of the Knights of the Astrology. As time went by, she understood it herself, and on the other hand, it was Rozim's private disclosure that she finally realized that this battle group that was already famous in the empire was not from any loyal startup group, but the Eleventh Legion whose name was erased.
Sisna was curious about something since she was a child. When she learned about the history of the empire and the history of the Astart Legion, she wondered why there were 20 numbers of legions, but only 18 were recorded. After entering the court, she realized that this was an extremely dangerous curiosity, because two legions were completely removed from the emperor, and all the records were erased. Even the legions involved in the Great Rebellion did not receive such treatment.
Although there is no longer any inquiries, curiosity always exists. Occasionally, Sisna will wonder what mistakes she is going to make, so that the emperor can make such a heavy hand?
Now she knows.
Or she guessed...
What's even more exaggerated is that the legion is recovering rapidly, and the Knights of the Star Realm have long been overestimated, and the White Temple is actually a member of the Eleventh Legion. No wonder she used to be puzzled that these two battle groups always seem to act together. At present, the number of people in this expelled legion is likely to exceed 5,000!
What kind of number is this? According to the Inquisition investigation, at the peak of the rebellion, Huron, the tyrant of Badab, counted the strength of his allies, only about 5,000 spacemarines.
In other words, if the Eleventh Legion was about to break out, the empire would have to face the next Badab War, which might even be even more difficult, because Huron's allies gradually collapsed in subsequent battles, and Soshiyan's more than 5,000 people were real subordinates. If the Alliance of Suffering was included, the entire force could soar to nearly 10,000!
Chapter completed!