Taifons stood in the temple where the Finale held a ceremony, watching the Dark Spiritual warships circling in the distance, like sharks carved from black crystals and malicious intentions.
Suddenly, a tingling sensation crept up the backbone of the first company commander of the 14th Legion like a maggot gnawing on his bone marrow, pulled him out of his gloomy thoughts, and brought him back to his previous state.
This is a unique stimulation, a feeling that can only mean one thing-
The kind father was urging him.
He turned around and looked at a circular building in the temple, a wooden church in the true sense, with the tumbling roots coiled around like the stones in the main hall.
On both sides of the temple are rock-clay owls, and there is a large chisel on the side, like a rotten wound. The soil and stones are scattered on the ground, and in the middle is a toad. The stones on their bodies are larger than those of everyone. There are strange marks on their smooth faces, and the yellow moss is covered with a curly mark.
A shiny trickle flows out from it, splashing down beside the bulging mounds.
When the water flows through the sludge with patterns, it smells salty and smells of salt, and there are a large number of flies and insects coming and going. The buzzing sound makes the air tremble, and the carrot-colored and fat flowers pile up under the mound, filling the open space in it.
The air was filled with thick smoke and the sour smell of rotten plants.
The dirty Nurgle spirit crawled out of the large chiseled hole in the hills and laughed hysterically at each other. The hard roots between the two holes had dense oval scabs. Something seemed to be in the tangled rotten plants. A greasy miasma oozed out from it. When the light came in, the air became more suffocating and unpleasant, and the air was buzzing like thousands of flies.
At this moment, a strong light burst out from the holographic imager. A frigate was smashed and the remaining clouds spread into a perfect sphere. Then its particles were swept by the tumbling stream of spiritual energy and scattered.
But Typhonse's attention was already completely focused on the ceremony.
Along with the whispers of the surrounding plague acolytes, a series of concepts flashed through Taifons' mind, and then they were refined into navigation coordinates.
Discovered!
Taifons opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes of burning green flames looked at the surging hurricane rolled up by invisible energy, twisting like a tumor in space.
His decaying heart beat violently and found the location of Isa's daughter!
"Company Commander, we should notify the Primrose."
The sticky voice of Newcreon Rothis rang behind Typhons, but he just replied with a contemptuous laugh.
"Didn't you notify me long ago?"
The two of them are now standing in the trembling bridge of the Zhongyan. At this time, a dense spear of light spears flashed across the observation window of the bridge, like a dazzling tide of light.
The Finale carries a glorious history. In the past years, it has served as a pioneer in the expeditionary fleet of the human empire, expanding territory for the great expedition and creating a prosperous empire.
But now, it is just a rotten wood in the rotten mud, given a shameful fate.
The Plague Fleet has had a full-scale exchange of fire with the combined fleet of the Spirits, relying on Comoros' own defense facilities - although part of it has been destroyed by a surging psychic storm, the Spirits and the Plague Fleet have equal or even slightly prevailed.
"The first company commander, I mean, we should wait for the response and instructions of the Primarch."
Newryn Rotis said that Typhons was farting as he smiled and reminisced about the joy of finding Isa's daughter.
His efforts bear such fruitful fruit at such occasional moments, and Typhonse felt that his position in the Song of Great is rising, and his God is the true God of lovingness, and that he will definitely give him an incomparable reward.
"Then you just wait here."
"Company Commander, I don't think I need to remind you whose orders are you following in the fleet?"
Typhons turned around suddenly, and two green flames lit behind the dirty eyepieces of his helmet.
"We only listen to the kind father!!"
As the Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest burst out with anger, the enslaved crew members around him groaned, and the mortals were locked in their positions, and their bodies would be used to fuel the surrounding engines.
And those who are dying, or Typhons thinks it is useless, are left on the lower deck, leaving them to shrivel in the darkness and wait for the last fanatical moments of their lives.
"you--"
Behind the twisted helmet, Newcrion Rotis also let out an angry growl, but then a voice washed his soul's anger.
"The colony master, the primordial body has returned, and everything follows the wishes of the company commander."
After a low hum, Newcrion Rotis was too lazy to say anything.
Taifons noticed the change in the other party's attitude, so he guessed that someone must have said something to him, so he no longer talked to this "deputy player".
The first step was completed, so he turned his wisdom to the next step.
Typhons turned to the rune board on the throne's armrest, his fingers making a sharp click on the ivory buttons.
"Navigate, change course, and the engine moves forward at full speed."
While executing the orders, the crew issued clean and neat confirmation responses in unison. The engines of many warships roared around the Final, and its plasma drive pushed it towards a turbulent and dull tangled point.
The main body of Comoros swelled in the observation screen, slowly submerging the entire screen in its tumbling malice.
However, on the way to Comoros, there is still an unbreakable obstacle, those damn alien warships.
The road ahead must be cleared!
The dark energy flow violently hit the Finale, her void shield burned, and the flashing flames illuminated the night sky.
The attacks came from all directions and were carefully arranged in a collaboration that the human brain could not imagine. The cruisers and frigates around the Finals retaliated and released the firepower of the light spear, the macro cannon and the new star cannon, pouring ammunition into all the objects, but none of them hit.
The small battleship of the Spirit tribe quickly disappeared into the void, then appeared hundreds of kilometers away, and shot at the fleet again.
Suddenly, the bridge alarm bell was shaking, and the crew's tentacles were rushing through the console. The iron bones of the final wave moaned, creaking in the violent ripples of the space - that was the aftermath of the Spiritual Clan's pulse cannon.
Except for a sudden feeling of hunger that had been plunged into his mind without any defense, Typhons hardly noticed the ships approaching the Finale until they opened fire in unison.
The bridge swayed during the attack, and Typhonse grabbed the armrest of the throne with his hands.
"Stay the shield!"
"Master, the energy threshold of the shield is close to the critical point!"
A crew member shouted in response, half-human, half-tenish upper body lying on the monitor, and reading the kraft notes written in corpse water that had fallen from a servant's mouth.
Taifons heard the tension in the crew's voice, as clear as if it was engraved in the air with invisible ink.