"We have another fortress gone."

"I saw five super soldiers entering the fortress, and then I could only see various beams of light coming out of the wall."

Stinger took off the six-eyed gem from his forehead and said dejectedly.

He had already seen the situation on the battlefield through the six-eyed gem. The fortress was besieged by six warriors wearing power armor, and it would fall as expected.

This is the situation on the entire battlefield.

If he hadn't heard the vibrations coming from below, Stinger wouldn't even have known that a battle had begun, and his men didn't report anything about the battle at all.

"Are they advancing fast?" the servant asked cautiously.

"Very soon." Stinger nodded, "Conventional troops and super soldiers fight together. Conventional troops will deal with unimportant positions, while super soldiers will deal with important positions. Their advancement speed is simply amazing."

After discovering warriors wearing power armor more powerful than ordinary infantry on the battlefield, Stinger gave them a simple and easy-to-understand name, Super Soldiers.

"..." The servants were silent after hearing this.

As an old servant who has served Stinger for a long time, he knows that what Stinger is most afraid of is an enemy who doesn't pay attention to any surprise tactics or strategic bets, but only knows how to defeat all methods with one force.

Conventional troops teleport and assault, super soldiers serve as the main force to attack difficult positions, and then the entire front advances at an extremely fast speed... These tactics and strategies cannot be said to be excellent at all, because this kind of tactics is like pulling the trigger when you get a gun.

, these tactics will be used as long as there are corresponding conditions.

"I'm more worried about what happened to my chain of command." Stinger frowned and looked at the golden floor tiles. After pondering for a moment, he spoke again, "I think there is a 90% chance that those bastards deliberately plotted against me and did not disclose the battle situation.

Report it."

The corner of the servant's mouth twitched when he heard this: "The Bishop of Wisdom sect can have nothing but conspiracies and tricks, but that also depends on the time. In this situation, it is unlikely."

Stinger listened silently, breathing more heavily.

He obviously couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. Even if he liked conspiracy and fun, there was no conspiracy and fun to find now.

"Sir..." the servant knelt down respectfully, "Maybe we should be more optimistic."

"Fuck you." The stinger slapped the servant's old face.

He knew that he was not an optimistic person. He did not think that the war in the Upper Nest would last long. He believed that in less than three days, the enemy might occupy the Upper Nest and then break into the tower.

Stinger felt a headache when he thought about this. He didn't know what method the enemy would use to attack the top of the tower.

Should we investigate first or teleport first?

The buildings at the top of the tower are not densely packed, and it is more likely that they were teleported directly...

Stinger was thinking carefully in his head, but even if he racked his brains, he couldn't imagine that the hive tower has not been attacked so far. Is it because the enemy doesn't want to do it, because they can't do it, or because there are already a small number of vanguard troops.

Infiltrated into the tower?

The more I thought about it, the more doubtful and frightened I became.

The Stinger will be excited and happy when his enemies are in doubt, but he won't be happy when he himself is in doubt.

"How is the plan prepared?" Stinger suddenly asked.

"That's almost it." The servant replied, "As before, we tricked everyone who came to the top of the tower, let them enter a cage that looked like a transport plane, and then burned them to death with the blue flames of the Lord of Wisdom... Quantity

…It’s enough.”

"Put all the troops into the upper nest." Stinger stood up impatiently and gave the order, and walked outside.

However, the servant hesitated.

Realizing that the servant had not followed, Stinger turned around and glared angrily, asking in a cold voice: "What are you hesitating about?"

"The ritual knowledge I found is too old, and some parts are not perfect. In addition, the person who performs the ritual even needs to sacrifice his soul...I..." The servant hesitated for a long time before saying the next words, "Can you give me

Give me some time to find someone who can preside over the ceremony and think of ways to perfect the entire ceremony?"

After hearing this request, Stinger immediately took out his laser pistol and pointed it at the servant, giving him two choices in an extremely cold voice: "Preside over the ceremony, or die."

"You might as well kill me!" The servant trembled all over, as if he was afraid of something very terrifying. "If I preside over the ceremony and sacrifice my soul, then I may face more than just death."

"I can make you suffer more than death." Stinger said extremely harshly.

The servants were trembling with fear and could only continue to move forward with the stinger.

…

In the garden of the Governor's Manor, mountains of blue ashes were piled up, and some tiny blue creatures were floating in the air.

The atmosphere in the entire garden was not right. The flowers and plants made of metal and plastic were blooming strangely, but their shapes became even more strange and indescribable.

Stinger came to the mountain of ashes in the center of the garden, while his servants cowered aside timidly, not even daring to look directly at Stinger.

"Is this the ritual I have been preparing for half my life, the ritual to ascend to become a demigod?" Stinger became more and more fierce, "If it weren't for the fact that you were the only one who could recite those spells, and if it weren't for the fact that you can still speak without vocal cords, it proves that you are special.

If it weren't for...if you couldn't help me complete the ritual, I would have killed you long ago!"

"Yes...yes...master..." the servant could only admit.

When he heard this admission, Stinger groaned in comfort, feeling happy and satisfied.

Stinger has been waiting too long.

The so-called plan is actually to conduct the ascension ceremony.

Stinger recalled that on the night David was killed, he asked him to stay in Tyron Hive to fight. He recalled that he asked for manpower in the name of fighting, but he was actually collecting "materials" for the ceremony, and the people on the hive were the materials.

.

He also recalled the ritual process he and his servants had formulated, which was a process in which people thought they could be saved by entering the transport machine, and then found that the transport machine was turned into a cage and then burned alive.

Recall that he and his minions worked on a psionic spell that would make the cage appear to be a transport to others.

I have waited too long for this day.

"Preside over the ceremony." Stinger ordered the servant.

"Master...please allow me to find another suitable person...I..."

The laser pistol punched a hole at the servant's feet, scaring away the rest of his words.

"Do you think I really can't make your life worse than death?" Stinger threatened fiercely.

The helpless servant could only take out the scepter from behind and wave it, chanting ancient spells that Stinger could not understand at all.

The stinger suddenly trembled.

He felt that something was staring at him, and he immediately felt that his spiritual energy was becoming more powerful and stable, and his brain was even filled with knowledge that he had never learned before.

This feeling made Stinger extremely enjoyable, and it was exactly what he was pursuing at all costs.

It was in this wonderful feeling of being about to be satisfied that Stinger suddenly found himself getting taller and taller.

At first Stinger thought this was normal, until he saw serious changes in his body.

A bloody mouth full of fangs sprouted from his thigh, his fingers turned into countless fleshy tentacles, his arms became longer and softer, and even horns began to grow on them.

"No...no! No--" Stinger screamed in horror. His voice became heavier and heavier, his lips became thicker, and arms, legs, and teeth began to grow in his mouth.

Stinger looked at the servant angrily. At this time, he couldn't see the frightened and fearful expression on the servant's face, and could only see a smile.

A sarcastic smile.

A satisfied smile.

The fear of hosting the ceremony that had just appeared on his face has completely disappeared. He is now very comfortable, as if he is happy to host the ceremony.

Stinger wanted to ask the servant what was going on, but when he opened his mouth, he could only make an unexplained scream.

In the end, the stinger became larger and larger, and its shape became more and more indescribable. He didn't know what the mutation was in his body until he completely lost himself.

But the servant knew that his master had now become a chaos egg.

"A person who pursues power and knowledge, thinks he is the chosen one, and thinks he can always manipulate others... because he is too thirsty for power and knowledge, he willingly falls into a conspiracy." The servant uses psychic powers.

He tried his best to control the Chaos Egg in front of him, and he was excited and excited, "Nothing can please the Lord of Wisdom more than this."

The Chaos Egg named Stinger roared angrily and struggled. It wanted to crush everything it saw, but it just couldn't do so.
Chapter completed!