A cliff more than 2,000 meters high has been trimmed to be as smooth as a mirror. A dozen huge statues of gods are carved from top to bottom on the rock wall, which is 2,000 meters high and 1,000 meters wide. Each statue is surrounded by
Stars of various colors, radiant stars, comets trailing long dust tails, and fleeting meteors surround these huge statues like the moon, making them look particularly solemn and sacred.
In the middle of the rock wall is a huge portal that is a hundred meters high and more than 60 meters wide. The portal in line with the golden ratio is carved with countless complex and gorgeous patterns, and the endless patterns wrap the entire building from top to bottom.
The portal, wrapped in a special alloy and coated with a crystalline coating, shines in the sunlight, like a portal to heaven.
A blue light curtain several meters thick covered the cliff, the portal and the three hundred Roman warriors stepping on the saucer-shaped aircraft outside the portal.
With golden armor, blood-red cloaks, specially-made six-meter-long energy ax guns, and eye-catching high-powered lightsabers at their waists, these Roman warriors are obviously elite.
A small spaceship is slowly flying into this huge portal. Following the ten-kilometer-long metal corridor at the rear, in front is a small city surrounded by a thick energy shield. The ring-shaped city is divided into distinct layers.
It has nine floors inside and outside. The closer the building is to the center of the city, the higher the height. The core of the city is composed of a group of eighteen Gothic tower-shaped buildings with a height of more than 600 meters. All of them are
The buildings are made of gold and silver, and the appearance of each building is extremely gorgeous and exquisite, like a work of art.
Pol Pot Holtom knelt down on one knee in the square in front of a magnificent palace in the center of the city. Behind him, also kneeling down on one knee were a total of three thousand Roman high-ranking warriors and
There are 60,000 Eldar servants. Thirty golden battleships with heads shaped like cigars and whose hulls gradually bulge from the middle to the stern like petals blooming are docked in the center of the square. These battleships are nearly 600 meters long.
It is the gathering of most of the essence of the Holdom family.
On the high steps of the palace, stood a tall and burly middle-aged Roman man. A set of exquisite armor composed of tens of thousands of dragon scale-shaped golden armor pieces hung on this man's body, plus a dark purple strip behind him.
With a cloak embroidered with golden patterns, this Roman man, whose whole body was wrapped in blue flames up to two meters thick, looked like a god.
Nankot Holtom, the contemporary head of the Holtom family, the second electorate of the Romans, is the first consul of the Romans Supreme Council. He holds the highest power of military mobilization among the Romans. His power among the Romans is only
Under the Roman kings and the high priest of the Roman pantheon.
Nankert Holstein looked down at the powerful army in front of him, including three thousand high-level warriors with strong spiritual power, 60,000 loyal and fanatical servant elites, plus thirty Holton ships.
The latest generation of the "Holy Light" main battleship of the Mu family, this team has enough combat power to defeat three reinforced divisions of the Earth on the frontal battlefield.
"Polpot, my weak and incompetent son!" Nankert thought for a long time and finally spoke. His voice was deep, majestic, and full of power. His huge mental power fluctuated with his voice, and a layer of blood rose in the air.
There was an invisible wave, and all the Roman warriors and Eldar servants lowered their heads in awe.
Polpot's forehead was pressed against the cold ground, and his body was trembling.
During the battle at the Aurora Power Station, Pol Pot's greed for life and fear of death and his weakness and incompetence were fully exposed. He was so scared by Gu Xiechen's threat to detonate the nuclear reactor that he abandoned a large amount of equipment and fled. He has become the laughing stock of the family. If it weren't for the fact that he was Nanke
The eldest son of Te Holchem, if it weren't for the fact that Nancott Holtom doted on Pol Pot's mother, Pol Pot would have been relegated to the cold palace and would never receive the attention of the family.
Mention some sweet dream like taking over the power of the family.
However, his father was Nancott Holstein, a strong, powerful, and tyrannical Roman man.
Pol Pot snickered where no one else could see.
"Polpot, my son. This is your last chance to prove yourself!" Nankert Holsham said calmly: "Lead the loyal warriors of the family to make achievements and destroy the beautiful planet.
The Earthlings' fleet, destroy the Earthlings' ground forces, and kill every Earthling you see. Let the great name of the Holsam family fly over that planet, and let the people of the Earth mention 'Holsam'
This surname makes me tremble."
"I will do it!" Pol Pot responded respectfully.
"You must do it!" Nankert Holsham said calmly: "The nine elector families have sent their own family forces. According to our Roman tradition, we have three months to let you young people free.
Play freely and hunt those poor earthlings freely. In three months, the Roman army will embark on the journey. In three months, you have to establish enough merits. For our Holdom family and for yourself, you must do a good job
efforts.”
"I understand, this time, I will not let you down, distinguished father." Pol Pot took a deep breath.
Roman's nine elector families went on an expedition at the same time. Is this a grand event that has not happened in many years? Hunting, hunting those dirty, backward people on earth, establishing meritorious deeds in the bloody killings, and letting Holgram's name be written in Roman's history books.
Immortal, this is so exciting!
Of course, everything would be perfect if there wasn't that bastard kneeling behind him.
Standing behind Pol Pot is a Romani mixed-race young man who is about 2.10 meters tall. Although he has the trademark long blond hair and fair skin of the Romans, his eyes are jet black. He is also wearing the same clothes.
The mixed-race young man in golden energy armor knelt down two meters away from Pol Pot. He lowered his head and looked quietly at a grain of sand on the ground, as if it contained all the mysteries of the universe.
His dark eyes were calm and without any heat, and his motionless body was lifeless. This young man gave people the feeling of being like a vast ocean, hard to fathom.
"Despicable mixed-race bastard." Pol Pot narrowed his eyes in displeasure.
"Dukat Holsham." Nancott Holsham ordered calmly: "You successfully passed the Christos fusion ceremony. According to the other half of your bloodline's humble blood, this is a
This is a great thing. Therefore, I grant you the status of a formal member of the Holdom family. You must understand that this gift is hard-earned."
"From today on, you are the shadow of your brother Pol Pot Holsom, you are his companion star, his light will shine on you, and your name will be named after Pol Pot Holtom.
The name of Ermu will remain in the history books of the Romans. Remember your duty and do what you should do. In this expedition, you are Pol Pot's adjutant!"
Dukat Holsom nodded slowly, his eyes still not leaving the tiny grain of sand.
Nankert Holsham glanced at Dukat Holsham indifferently, and he said lightly: "Then, warriors of the Holsham family, set off now! Tear up everything you see in front of you.
People on earth, hold tightly in your hands the planet that the great black hole god gave us!"
After a pause, Nankert Holsham added: "According to the resolution of the Supreme Governing Council, the family that has made the greatest contribution this time will own one-fifth of the resources of the planet. For the sake of the family, be brave.
Fight, go, your names will be engraved on the family temple, go!"
Three thousand Roman warriors and sixty thousand Eldar servants cheered loudly, and they strode onto the family's latest main battleship under the leadership of Polpot Holdom.
Thirty sacred light main battleships roared into the sky, and the high temperature caused by the plasma flames swept across the entire square, but it did not move a hair on Nankert Holsheim's head.
A total of 340 large battleships of the Roman Nine Elector families took off from Mars. They accelerated to sublight speed in one-seventh less time than the Earth Federation battleships, and then quickly entered the subspace curvature light speed cruise. The Nine Elector families
The private army, tens of thousands of high-ranking Roman soldiers, hundreds of thousands of Eldar servants, and 340 large battleships, this powerful armed force crossed the vast sea of stars and headed straight for the Alpha Star Territory.
At the same time as the Romans set off, outside a small island somewhere in the western Pacific of the Earth, three 360-meter-long second-level battleships were gently rising and falling with the waves.
Zhehua stood on the outer deck of a battleship, quietly looking at a white-haired old man in front of him wearing a red robe. Standing beside him were nearly a thousand young men and women in various costumes.
"You are the elite of the young generation of the Asian Taoist Alliance, and all of you have achieved success in cultivation."
"Your mission is to go to that planet, find the evil dragon, and get the scroll of bamboo slips in his hand. And carefully explore the planet to see if there are any caves left by other predecessors. Other than that, you don't need to pay attention to others.
Don't pay attention to the Earth Federation's orders, and don't pay attention to the Romans. You just need to complete your tasks."
"We, the older generation, must abide by the covenant we made back then and not leave the earth, so you can only rely on yourselves when you go this time. The future is destined to be dangerous and dangerous, and this is also a test for you. Remember to help each other and don't fall into the trap of our Asian Taoist Alliance.
face."
"Here!" Zhehua and other young men and women agreed at the same time, and then they walked into the battleship one after another.
A few minutes later, three second-level warships took off. Another eight large transport ships with a length of 450 meters took off from the sea on the other side of the island. These eight transport ships carried 10,000
Two thousand elite warriors, they come from the major forces under the Asian Taoist Alliance.
Two small fleets of similar size took off from the Vatican and the Grand Canyon of North America almost at the same time. The three fleets passed the moon at the same time and adjusted their course with the help of the moon's gravity, and then entered a state of acceleration.
Thirty-six hours after these three small fleets, the Earth Federation Army slowly gathered to the sound of high-pitched military songs and set off.
Three hundred and thirty first-class battleships with a length of 500 meters, 450 second-class battleships with a length of 300 to 360 meters, and more than 700 third-class battleships with a length of nearly 200 meters.
, more than a thousand heavy patrol boats ranging from 80 meters to 120 meters in length, more than 2,000 fast assault ships, plus more than 900 giant and large transport ships recruited from major mining companies, a huge
The fleet carried 200 main ground divisions and 3.8 million men as well as all the necessary equipment and supplies.
The Earth Federation military fleet, which was like a swarm of locusts, was constantly roaring with high-pitched slogans. Countless soldiers shouted "Forward, Advance". The fleet accelerated as fast as possible and rushed towards the Alpha Star Territory.
On Youxian Star, Gu Xiechen was chewing on a piece of fat Ganoderma lucidum, and watched blankly as Xin Jia was busy around the Golden Crow Heavenly Fire Pillar.
A large amount of rare metal ores were thrown into the pillar of fire and melted into liquid. Xin Jia stamped it with mysterious handprints, and an iron chain as thick as a sea bowl slowly took shape.
Gu Xiechen, who was really bored, finally found a new topic.
"Xin Jia, how many people do you think we can attract to travel to the Immortal Star this time?"
"Sir, Xinjia doesn't know."
"Well, do you think there will be 300,000 people?" Gu Xiechen squinted his eyes longingly: "300,000 people, this battle is really interesting!"
Xin Jia said nothing. Gu Xiechen never imagined how many troops would be attracted by his piece of information.
All armies are advancing rapidly in the subspace, striving to be the first to find the wormhole.
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It should be correct this time... fainted...
Keep asking for recommended tickets, everyone, try your best to win... I'm dizzy.