"It really saves money. I save the bed and sleep on the rope."
Rozim couldn't help but gasped at the incredible balance of this creature, but Bubai was also his most satisfied companion, because this guy was indeed very powerful and could dismember a violent ant bull in two seconds.
It would be difficult for a Space Marine to do this, and he can accurately cut through the tendons of each joint of the ant bull without damaging the bones. It is simply a superb cutting match!
"Sir Rozim, the fan you requested has been completed."
Just when Rozim ended his conversation with Bubai, a voice with a unique tone came. He turned his head and saw A Fei, who was wearing a white robe, an oval head with a single eye, and slender limbs, appeared in front of him, with both hands
Holding a big red fan.
Ah Fei is from Uruma Atik. He was not called that name originally, but the original name was too long and difficult to pronounce, so Rozim called him Ah Fei based on his ability to fly.
As the most loyal vassal race to the royal court, the Urume Atik people sent one of their best princes. A Fei was an all-rounder, not only with miraculous flying skills - he could defeat the agile Comoros.
At the level of a natural disaster, he is also a superb tactician with quick thinking and dexterity. He is the kind of existence that is very lacking in Rozim's team, so once he got to know him, he immediately became his dog-headed strategist and tailor.
"Well, not bad, this craft is good."
After Rozim stood up straight, he fanned himself lightly, took two steps gracefully, then shook his head and said:
"The two realms of gods and demons are divided, catastrophes occur one after another in the human world, good deeds rain down, and a phoenix appears in the sea of suffering——"
After that, he turned around very "coolly", covered his face with a fan, then slowly moved away, winked at the stunned Ah Fei and said:
"Does it look like it?"
"ah..."
"Did it surprise you?"
"Well..."
"vomit--"
A sound of retching in the distance attracted Rozim's attention. He turned around and saw a huge body wearing thick dark green power armor. The other person was sitting on the steps, with semicircular helmets and helmets placed beside him.
A heavy and huge mace, only revealing the fangs and furry head. After noticing Rozim's sight, a pair of small eyes immediately moved away.
"Bajie, are you dissatisfied with me?"
"No...no..."
"It's best not to, otherwise your rations will be cut in half!"
Upon hearing this, the other person's little ears drooped.
Badger comes from the Praetorian Guards of Drathian, and is one of the most elite city hammerers. He is over three meters tall without armor, and nearly three and a half meters tall after wearing armor. His strength is also the strongest Rozim has ever seen.
Exaggerated, not even the Nana'vi can compare with it. It can easily overturn a tank with bare hands. It can only be said that a 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 Drathian society where good food and eating more are virtues, he can eat too much. He can eat almost as much as three elite warriors, so he has a big appetite.
title.
This opportunity to serve in the Royal Court was obtained by him after defeating dozens of competitors, because the Drathians all said that there are endless delicacies in the Royal Court - especially the food given to Drasi in the Royal Court.
After the An people provided some advanced agricultural technologies, crops, and livestock, they had a deeper yearning for Ida's delicacies.
However, he never expected that he would not actually be able to serve the royal court, but would be sent a special team. Fortunately, the food here was not bad, after all, the team leader was a cook.
Although the cook was very eccentric and extremely narcissistic, Badger could only endure it for the sake of this huge ant beef burrito.
"Why is there so much chaos when you come here? Doge is drunk and crazy again?"
As the cabin door opened, a crisp voice sounded, and Sisna walked in while arranging 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."
Sisna shook her head, poured a glass of water from the automatic water dispenser nearby, and drank half of the glass.
"I didn't expect that the spirit tribe's drinking power would be so strong. If I had known it, I wouldn't have drank too much."
After saying that, she sat on the chair near the navigation instruments, holding her forehead with her hands, as if she was shaking off the hangover.
In fact, Sisna doesn't like to drink. On the one hand, she, a native of Terra, has never tasted the fine wine of the Eldar. On the other hand, the impact from all aspects in the past few days has been so strong that it has almost subverted her.
her entire worldview.
As early as when she and Rozim came to the Nessen Galaxy, Sisna felt that there was something abnormal about the Astral Knights. As time went by, on the one hand, she understood it herself, and on the other hand, Rozim revealed it privately.
Only then did she finally know that this battle group that was already famous in the empire was not from any loyal founding group, but the Eleventh Legion whose name had been erased.
Sisna has been curious about one thing since she was a child. When she learned about the history of the Empire and the history of the Legions Astartes, she wondered why there were only 18 recorded legions when there were 20 numbered legions.
After attending the Inquisition, she realized that this was an extremely dangerous curiosity, because two legions had been completely removed from the ranks by the Emperor, and all records and names had been erased. Even the legions that participated in the Great Rebellion did not receive such treatment.
Although she no longer made any inquiries, her curiosity was always there. Occasionally, Sisna would wonder, what mistake had she made to make the Emperor deal such a harsh blow?
Now she knows.
Or maybe she guessed it...
What's even more exaggerated is that now this legion is recovering rapidly. The Astral Knights have long been overstretched, and the White Templar is actually a member of the Eleventh Legion. No wonder she was also confused in the past that these two war groups always seemed to act together.
The current number of this expelled legion is likely to exceed 5,000!
What kind of number is this? According to the investigation of the Inquisition, at the peak of the rebellion, Badab Tyrant Huron only had about five thousand Space Marines including his allies.
In other words, if the eleventh legion were to break out, the empire would immediately have to face the next Badab War, which might even be more difficult, because Huron's allies gradually disintegrated in subsequent battles, and Soshyan's five thousand
Many of them are real subordinates. If you include the Suffering Alliance, the entire force can soar to nearly 10,000!
Once the ten thousand Space Marines launch an attack, based on Sisna's current understanding of the Empire, the High Lords should have no other choice but to compromise, unless they have to abandon many battle zones, desperately concentrate their forces and more than ten