In the main control room.

The elites who picked up weapons assisted Nova and the ghost agents in guarding.

Moore and four compatriots wearing white armor stood in front of a control console dotted with holographic screens, trying to gain control of the City of High Charity.

And this time.

The upper area of ​​the City of Brotherly Love has a hanging garden that uses suspended technology and covers an area of ​​about twenty football fields. It is like a large disk.

There are many ornamental plants planted here, as well as non-offensive exotic animals. As for the center of the garden, there is a magnificent palace that is different from human style.

The main colors of purple and pink metal walls, as well as numerous entomological structures, make this palace incompatible with the aesthetics of most humans.

However, this is the palace where the three priests lived, lived and lived.

"Boom...! Boom...!"

"Whoosh...! Whoosh...!"

Here, you can still hear intermittent violent explosions and plasma gunfire coming from below.

The Sky Garden is peaceful and comfortable, in sharp contrast to the residential area that is caught in a melee, such as the fighting between elites, Jiralhanae beasts and other races, which has nothing to do with the three priests.

After all, what these three ostriches care about is how to maintain their dictatorship and enjoy the luxurious life brought by power. The lives of all races are meaningless to them.

Can…

The priests who were sitting in the square in front of the palace, instead of being happy with the further consolidation of their power, all of them looked sad.

Around the square with the fountain device in the center, and even in the entire sky garden, there are fully armed glory guards standing guard or patrolling, holding energy halberds, gravity hammers and other sophisticated weapons.

It is roughly estimated that there are at least a thousand guards to ensure the safety of the three priests, but these guards have been replaced by the current Jiralhanae beasts from the original elites.

“…”

The suspended wheelchair created several holographic screens for the three ostriches, and the contents displayed on the screens made their moods plummet, and their expressions became extremely solemn.

Humans actually sneaked into Charity City?

And the troops responsible for killing the elites were actually defeated by a group of black cans (shadows) and elites on vacation?!

The situation seems to have far exceeded their expectations...

"Honored Priest."

At this time, a guard commander who was more than three meters tall and wearing more ornate armor approached, bent down and reported:

"According to the latest news we have received, the main control room has been occupied by human heretics and traitors, and our troops have suffered heavy losses."

"What...what the hell is going on?!" The Prophet of Mercy exclaimed, "Are all commanders at all levels useless?! Can't they even deal with hundreds of heretics?!"

"Didn't Linmir lie...?" The Sorrowful Prophet echoed in disbelief.

"alright."

As the leader, the Prophet of Truth waved his hand, dissipated the holographic screen, looked up at the Jiralhanae leader standing in front of them and said:

"No matter where you fall, you cannot lose the control room. Tartarus, you will personally lead the team to recapture the control room from the heretics and traitors as soon as possible."

"Dear priest, please forgive my rudeness." But the leader of the Jiralhanae named Tartarus chose to kneel on one knee and said in a respectful tone:

"The internal situation in the City of High Charity has gone out of control. The rebels composed of Sangheili are powerful, and there are also human heretics who are good at hiding in the dark.

So for your safety, please evacuate to the port with us first and take refuge in the "Endless Sea" fleet."

Hear the words.

"Well..." The Prophet of Truth groaned and accepted: "Then it's up to you to take us out of here."

"yes!"

Tartarus stood up again, took the exclusive gravity hammer handed over by his subordinates, and loudly ordered: "Guard of Glory! It's time to show our determination and strength to the heretics and traitors! Defend the priests to the death!"

"Defend to the death!"

Thousands of Jiralhanae raised their weapons high and roared in unison.

but.

There was a sudden "Boom~----!"

A "big guy" weighing nearly two tons jumped on the platform closest to the sky garden, landed accurately in the center of the square, and collapsed the fountain, interrupting the war cry of a group of Jiralhanae beasts. .

"Wow~!"

Water splashed everywhere, and debris from the fountain collapsed nearby.

Seeing this, Tartarus and several Jiralhanae reacted instinctively and quickly blocked the three priests with their bodies.

"Buzz~! Buzz~!"

The fast-moving tiny debris caused the armor to sense a threat and automatically generate an energy shield to intercept it.

At the same time, all the Jiralhanae beasts stationed in the Hanging Garden, after noticing such a movement, rushed to the square, preparing to eliminate the "heretics" who dared to break in here alone.

At this moment, the three priests, through the gap between Tartarus and several Jiralhanae beasts, saw clearly the appearance of the "heretic" standing not far away.

It was Corax who was over four and a half meters tall, wearing the power armor of the jet-black primordial body, unfolding his helmet and looking around at the Jiralhanae.

The original body who led the Raven Legion, the sixth son of Sui Bian, still had long flowing black hair, and maintained a calm and composed demeanor on his fair and handsome face.

What most caught the attention of the priests should be the sharp claws installed on the left and right arm armor, which emitted a scarlet cold light independently——

Bloody Claw.

What frightened the priests even more was that a looming black "smoke" filled the gaps in Corax's power armor, which looked quite strange.

"Guards!"

Tartarus ignored the shock, raised the power hammer with one hand, swung the hammer's edge towards Corax and shouted: "For the priest! For my god, kill this ungrateful heretic!"

"Roar!!"

"Death! Heretic!"

"For my God!"

In an instant, thousands of Jiralhanae wielding gravity hammers, power halberds, power spears, and high-energy plasma firearms charged towards Corax like tanks.

The reason why they can replace the elites as the guards of glory, regardless of the priests' advance arrangements, is because they are also the strongest and most experienced veterans among the entire tribe.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In this kind of open area where numerical superiority can be used, if there are multiple reserve teams wearing ceramite armor that are besieged, they will only end up in despair and defeat.

But it's a pity...

This group of Jiralhanae veterans were facing a Primarch.

"Hoo! Hoo!" The claw blade was swung at an extremely fast speed, causing a sound that broke through the air.

"Bang! Bang!" The energy shields shattered one after another.

"Bah! Pah!" Then there was the sound of the claw blade tearing into pieces, cutting armor and flesh.

In an instant, Corax caused a rain of blood to rise around him at a speed that could not be observed by a "mortal body".

And in Tartarus's eyes, his compatriots who were still alive and healthy a few seconds ago were turned into stumps and pieces of flesh scattered on the ground in the next second...

They were stunned to form a circle of corpses next to Corax!

What shocked Tartarus even more was that Corax's face looked as normal, without any trace of fatigue at all, as if he had just completed a trivial or something trivial or something he was accustomed to.

"The devil...he is a devil! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!"

After witnessing such an incredible scene with his own eyes, the timid Prophet of Mercy collapsed first and hurriedly controlled the suspended wheelchair in an attempt to escape.

"God...is the true God..."

The same is true for the Prophet of Sorrow, who even regards Corax as some kind of god.

“…”

The Prophet of Truth opened his mouth in shock, his mind going blank.

"Boom, boom."

At this moment, Corax raised his legs and stepped over the nearly one-meter-high corpse circle, like an insurmountable mountain, gradually approaching the targets in his sight.

With every step forward, Tartarus felt closer to death.

"Damn it!"

Even so, Tartarus was not afraid of the threat of death, raised his exclusive gravity hammer, charged towards Corax, and shouted in battle:

"Guards! Defend the priests to the death! Kill the heretics!!"

"Kill the heretics!!"

The remaining dozen or so Jiralhanae also followed their leader to launch the final charge.

“The momentum is commendable.”

Corax couldn't help but comment, and then out of respect, he raised his hands and lowered his claws to deal with Tartarus and the remaining Jiralhanae at an extremely fast speed.

A gap that cannot be blinked.
To be continued...