As he said that, Soshiyang bent down, tried to look at the other person's face, and smiled:
"So now do you know who I am?"
The man glanced at Soshiyang, then lowered his head and whispered:
"The leader of the Knights of the Stars, Soshyan Alexey."
"It seems that you have heard of my name, so you should also know that when dealing with traitors, there are principles and ways of empires."
Seeing that the other party's shoulders were shaking a little, Soshiyang then straightened his waist.
"Due to your cooperation just now, I can also mercilessly change the way, stuff you into an escape pole and then launch it into the void, so... it doesn't count as if I broke my promise? Your life will be judged by the Emperor."
Garian Kerr suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth, but did not say a word.
However, from the movements of the other party's lips, Soshiyang could probably guess that the other party wanted to say a word-
Don't.
But Soshiyang shook his head.
"For Astarte, fear of death is not a good quality."
When Garian Kerr heard this, his face blushed to the base of his neck, but he grunted for a long time but couldn't say a word.
Suddenly, Soshiyang asked.
"How long have you been Astarte?"
“There are—fifty years…”
"Are still a recruit."
Soshiyan seemed to be interested.
"Can you war gangs like you replenish new blood?"
“Yes.”
"Since you have left the Legion, where do you get the extra gene seeds?"
"I don't know, these are all secrets that belong to pharmacists."
"Are your parents from the Empire?"
Garian Kerr was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the other party to ask about this, and then shook his head.
"I don't know, I don't have any memories of the transformation."
Soshyan stood there and thought for a while, and suddenly remembered something that Thor had told him, so he turned to the order.
"You spit on the ground."
Garyan Kerr did it.
A pool of turbid liquid appeared on the ground.
Soshiyan watched the liquid gradually being swallowed by the dry dust, nodded thoughtfully, then waved to Ustad, called the other party in front of him, then climbed on the other party's shoulder to the position away from the crowd, and whispered to Ustad:
"You can—"
After hearing this, Ustad nodded, then turned around and walked to Garyan Kerr, and grabbed the chain again.
"Let's go! Traitor! Go and accept your judgment!"
He pulled hard, and the Iron Warrior had to stand up.
Garyan Kerr glanced at Soshyan, and the other party just blinked at him, so he lowered his head and followed Ustad out of everyone's sight without saying a word.
More than ten seconds later, the roar of explosive guns came from a distance.
After a while, Ustad walked back alone and said to Soshiyan:
"The battle captain, it has been dealt with."
Soshiyang nodded, just about to greet everyone and talk about the current situation and new variables, but received an unexpected news.
The Dark Angel was attacked by the Scarlet Slayers while besieging the fortress, and the situation was a little bad.
Before Soshiyan could respond further, the second bad news followed one after another.
The White Temple encountered the main force of the Black Legion and fell into a tough battle.
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The Chaos Lord Drum Corda actually didn't care about the Abaddon Hounds Battle Gang fighting in Fort 7. To him, Equisus and his terror warriors were just a group of brainless barbarians. Violence and fury washed their souls and made them fall into anger all day long.
For him, only an angry life is sad, enjoyment, enjoyment is everything.
Through the helmet, he heard those howlings of rage, vicious curses and creepy vows...
The blaster barked wildly and the chainsaw sword roared. Drum Corda felt his heartbeat start to accelerate, his blood began to boil, and his desire to fight continued to rise.
"Where are you, Drum?"
Suddenly, the destruction Zhagsin yelled at him in the communicator.
Through the communicator, he could hear the whine of the dead, and even felt the moment when the single molecule blade cuts through the bones.
"Do you need me?"
"Ha! We never needed you!"
Zaghsin laughed wildly, and the sound of him inserting his sword blade into the corpse again and again came from the communicator.
Drum Korda ignored the other party's offense to him. Both of them were commanders of the Son of Sorrow. They had many intrigues on weekdays, but they both kept a sensible degree.
Although they don’t know how long this “degree” can last.
"I'll give you these killings."
"You always do."
Zagsing laughed again, and the strange smile on the other party's skinless face had appeared in Drum's mind.
He knew that Zagesin was very obsessed with torture. He used the local rose garden in Valencia to create a maze of thorns in the agricultural world, and forced the prisoners to come here. He then launched a massacre for fun. In the end, countless residents of the planet died, and they were panicked and all of them were cut by thorns.
The battle was so pleasant and so bloody that even Drum Corda, known for his calmness, was attracted by the bloody desire, but he drove these thoughts out of his mind.
“I have more important things to do.”
"What else is more important than killing?"
Zagsin asked disdainfully, and on the other side of the communicator, the Sons of Cool also drove the chainsaw sword in their hands to express their approval.
"Your weakness has been revealed."
Drum Korda scoffed at it.
"This little killing can't show any power. If you want to calculate, I've murdered billions more people than you."
Dram Korda once used the residents of the Nest Capital to refine and create a mysterious spiritual medicine in Sararo, concentrating billions of people into a small ball of essence and swallowing it, which gave him extremely powerful power.
"You said too much and did too little. Take up your weapons and trek through the bloody storm of the enemy."
"The General of War ordered us to go and catch the stupid pig Erquesus, don't forget! Order, this is the order! Hurry up and let your people go to the designated position. I need to open the gap on my side without any interference!"
One end of the communicator made a grunt of dissatisfaction, and then Zagesin roared at his men.
"Damn the medicine! Didn't you hear my orders! Attack to the right! Capture that area!"
Confirm that the other party had already implemented the arrangement, Drum turned off the communicator and stepped forward, and the land under his feet seemed to shrink together because of his arrival.
It is about 3 kilometers away from Fort 7, which is not far away. However, for the Black Legion, which lacks air transport power, it is not easy to cross this distance with both legs, because the artillery fire on the side of the Empire has never stopped.