Him and their stars

Tatier is a very traditional Knight of the Star Realm of Tirello. He has a good family background and is very talented. He has received a very systematic education of psychics since he was a child. He has also spent his entire military career in the Knights. , it is estimated that he will retire with the honor of Knight Commander or even Grand Master in the future. But even so, Knight Commander Tatier is indeed an open-minded person who is willing to learn. He still has a good grasp of basic military engineering and three-defense knowledge.

He knew that even if a chemical weapons factory and an arsenal's warehouse collided and perished together, it would be difficult for such a situation to occur. He also knew that it would be difficult to create the effects of gas chambers and gunpowder piles without deliberate and sustained arrangements over a long period of time.

The knight commander didn't quite understand.

Doing so can indeed create a very dangerous and harsh extreme environment, but the effect cannot be permanent, and it can easily harm friendly forces.

If it was just to block the advance of the Imperial Army, or to limit the use of heavy weapons, it would be too much of a mobilization of troops.

The knight commander soon caught in his sight a giant sweat wearing golden armor and holding a double-headed sword. His figure is indeed tall and strong, as if he were a statue made of diamond, and he is not much shorter than himself wearing the heraldic machine.

Thanks to those toxic gases and highly sensitive dust, the environment in this tunnel is deadly to all carbon-based organisms. But this giant creature didn't wear a helmet or other life-support equipment, leaving its head, face and purple skin exposed to the air. There was no obvious emotion in a pair of dark gray eyes, which were as quiet as a torch that had been extinguished for a long time.

This is indeed a rare eredar elf!

Knight Commander Tatier still remembered that when he was a knight apprentice, the Astral Knights actually had a guest instructor from the Eredar Elf, who was responsible for teaching high-end psychic techniques, as well as offensive and defensive techniques in the soul realm.

At that time, the young Tirello Knights knew that there were indeed immortal species in this universe, and there were indeed races whose spiritual and physical talents exceeded those of humans. The mere continued existence of such a race is a blasphemy against the existential trend of human supremacy.

Of course, there is a saying. Although the empire is the base camp and birthplace of human supremacy, the imperial nobles also respect the strong.

Therefore, the wise and powerful eredar elf instructor got along very well with the young knights.

When the eredar elf old man completed his instructor contract and was about to retire and go home, the knight apprentices personally prepared a farewell party for the old instructor, singing and dancing, making it look like a grand gathering of races in the universe.

However, the Knight Commander still remembered that after the old instructor left, he and his roommates had a discussion in the dormitory. Somehow, they got involved in the racial policy of the empire, and then began to discuss the existence of creatures like Eredar elves. There is a question of whether it will pose a security threat to the empire.

"They may be really poor and happy, or they may have a sparse population, but after all, they are not my race!" said a roommate.

"Yes, the Ero people are a negative example." A roommate agreed.

"Could it be that the Falfur dragons are a positive example?" Of course, some more decent roommates said sarcastically.

But even so, no one seems to think that there is anything wrong with a group of young Astral Knight apprentices, reserve senior officials who will be in charge of the military and political power of the empire in the future, talking about genocidal thinking.

Count Tatier lamented the past green years, and then said in accordance with the established slogan: "You can now put down your weapons, take off your armor, kneel down and surrender. I promise you with the honor of the Astral Knights, you will never We will not harm prisoners of war who have laid down their weapons."

"Your Excellency, Knight Commander, you know it's impossible." The Eredar Elf said.

"I also know that this is impossible. However, the process of military drills still needs to be completed." Count Tatier said.

"It's good that you have such an awareness. I've been looking forward to this time, but I don't know how long it will be."

"What are you waiting for? The day you will be wiped out?"

"No, I'm waiting for the opportunity to stand here openly and have a fair fight with you."

The Earl felt the high-spirited fighting spirit in the opponent's words, and looked up and down at the opponent holding the double-headed sword, but he didn't feel passionate at all. He always felt that the scene was filled with a ridiculous and surreal feeling.

Just as he was about to say something, a message from Lieutenant Colonel Ernst Metig, the adjutant, came through the headset again: "Sir, are you at the junction of channel 1 of A72 with an Airei The spirit has met."

"That means, do you have any new news to tell me?"

"...In the B-23 mirror area where the alliance was responsible for the attack, they also encountered an Eredar elf."

"Did the Alliance army break into the fortress?" The knight commander felt that he had discovered a blind spot.

"No, it's outside the fortress..." Lieutenant Colonel Ernst Metig said.

The Knight Commander looked at this enemy who had exposed his skin to highly toxic and corrosive air, and felt that such a guy was not too unreasonable even if he was standing in a vacuum environment.

"External physical skills? What a miraculous skill." Count Tatier expressed his praise frankly and shook his head: "But, there are all our troops outside, so what's the point of continuing to arrive?"

“As the first player, you’ll understand right away.”

Before he finished speaking, the toxins and highly sensitive explosive particles surrounding him suddenly became alive in the knight commander's perception. Count Tatier also has a degree in classical literature. It is reasonable to say that he is not lacking in culture, but it is difficult to describe this feeling in normal language. I can only say that he does not seem to be composed of poisonous gas and explosive particles. Surrounded by a harsh environment, but surrounded by an invisible army composed of poisonous gas and explosive particles.

The knight commander finally looked at his opponent and for the first time made a sound of appreciation: "Well done!"

"Boom!" The sudden explosion covered up his subsequent voice.

At the same moment, on the other side of the entire central axis, there was Area D where the Community army was responsible for attacking. The battle situation on the landing site was basically clear.

The fact is just as the elite staff officers of the Empire have judged, although the Marines of the Earth Tiger Division are elite, they are not necessarily more capable than the Empire's Panzergrenadiers. However, if they put down their airs and really act like they are defensive and counterattacking steadily, they will really stabilize the situation.

As a result, after paying more than two hundred casualties and an equal number of blue-label combat robots being scrapped, the Earth side finally completely expelled all the defenders from the drone airport.

They found more than a hundred corpses of enemy mercenaries hanging with mechanical parts at the scene. The battle damage ratio can be considered to be one to one, but don't forget that we are the attacking side, and the opponent is still a cyborg mercenary who is familiar with the terrain and is good at ambush and stealth. Calculating this, the situation can be said to be peaceful. excellent.

Now that the situation has improved, it is time to continue to expand the front line deeper. Therefore, Major John Rimbaud and Major Arnold Dutch led a battalion, each chose an exit and began to test the advance.

The psychic team led by Colonel Mina Walter also landed in the hangar wearing a heraldry machine, ready to respond at any time.

If the intelligence provided by the alliance is correct, they should have arrived at the defense control room in Area D of the Snake Lair and the entrance to the internal area of ​​the fortress.

If we can occupy the former, we can disarm a large number of point defense turrets and drones - of course, this is the most optimistic estimate. In fact, as long as more information about the inside of the fortress, or some secret information about the World Serpent, can be captured, it will be considered very smooth.

If we can successfully reach the latter, it means we can continue to attack the depths of the fortress.

Things went smoothly for Major Rimbaud. In order to ensure safety, they did not advance too fast, but at least they did not encounter any difficult enemies. However, they still advanced step by step to the vicinity of the defense control room and began to fight with the defenders.

However, Major Dutch reached a fork in the road, and his vision suddenly became clearer. It was a straight and spacious passage. Compared with the small road that could only accommodate three or five soldiers wearing mechas walking side by side, the passage here has become the main road in the metropolis, large enough to carry large fire support vehicles side by side.

This should be the entrance to the more inner areas of the fortress. Major Dutch and his friends were very pleased, and they would have been even more pleased if it weren't for the entrance that was filled with an aura of a humanoid.

Yes, perhaps because of the sudden broadening of the field of vision, everyone can see that at the end of the passage three to four hundred meters away from everyone, a burly human figure wearing a golden armor stands like this at the end of the passage. The end. His eyes were slightly closed, his posture was solemn and dignified, like a statue of a god.

However, the Marine's footsteps did attract the opponent's attention. He suddenly opened his eyes, and those mercury-colored eyes took in a panoramic view of the Earth soldiers who appeared on the other side of the passage, showing a dull expression.

He shook his head and closed his eyes again, as if the more than two hundred armed marines who appeared at the entrance of the passage were more than two hundred paramecia, unaware that he was spending more energy.

The Marines did not feel humiliated by this. Instead, they stopped one after another and used their long guns and short cannons against the golden-armored giant as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Then, a reconnaissance sergeant who looked very experienced picked up the psychic detector, scanned the opponent's figure in a business-like manner, and reported it on the military public channel in a business-like manner.

"If there is a spiritual reaction, it is basically certain that it is a psychic."

The psychic reconnaissance equipment equipped by these marine troops can be regarded as the simplest alchemy equipment. Even if its function is not outstanding, it is at least better than nothing. As for how many rings the opponent has, which star ring it is, what its combat prowess is, and what innate techniques it has mastered, they all know nothing about it.

In addition, if the opponent knows how to restrain his aura, it may be difficult to detect whether the opponent is a psychic.

Fortunately, since this golden-armored god has such a high-profile appearance, he is not the kind of stealth person who hides his head and tail, and has no intention of covering up his power. As a result, the pointer of the psychic detector suddenly bounced to the end, and then broke free from the shackles of the instrument panel with a loud bang, and directly hit the reconnaissance sergeant's helmet window.

The soldiers looked at each other. People with rich imaginations have thought of a very scary possibility, but in the end they have not said it out loud.

After several seconds, Major Dutch asked cautiously: "Is this... a mechanical failure?"

The reconnaissance sergeant put down the scrapped psychic detector and said seriously: "It's worse than that."

"...So, do you want to continue fighting? We are tigers, we can't escape without a fight." Kong Wu's powerful battalion commando captain looked hesitantly at the golden-armored god in the distance.

The other party had a rather unpleasant face, but his movements were full of flaws. If you look closely, you will see that this guy is also a mortal body after all, and his purple head and face are even exposed to the air.

After all, there is a battalion here. If all the heavy firepower is put up, maybe the opponent can be flooded?

After all, those present were all members of the elite Tiger Division, and they had no shortage of experience in resisting psykers, both in drills and actual combat.

"It's up to you to decide." The detective sergeant said to Battalion Major Dutch.

"No, we should retreat. Even the detection device is broken. He must not be an ordinary psyker. This is not an opponent we can handle." Major Arnold Dutch said seriously: "We are tigers, so we must be more powerful." You have to recognize the difference clearly."

"I think your choice is very wise!" said the deputy battalion commander.

Of course, no one objected. Even the commando captain who was eager to take the plunge just said that he would come and stop the rear.

Then, the soldiers began to retreat one after another, and Major Dutch reported the situation found here on the communication channel, and also reported to the Fuxi's headquarters.

"Indeed, this man in golden armor is a very dangerous target. You should not provoke him casually." Colonel Mina Walter strongly agreed with the judgment of the former enemy commander.

"We'll be here as soon as possible."

Major Dutch's intuition told him that even if all members of Colonel Walter's team arrived together, they might not be a match for this golden-armored alien, so he put forward his opinion tactfully.

Fortunately, they are all old comrades in arms, and the other party did not feel offended. He just said: "I am a woman, and I am also a mother of two children. I cherish my life more than you men. If you really come here and find that you can't beat me, what will you do? Don’t I know how to run? When the time comes, don’t blame me for using you as a human shield.”

Major Dutch felt that this was indeed Ms. Walter's style of painting, and he was immediately relieved.

On the other side, the commando soldiers who were left behind were adjusting the heavy weapons in their hands and setting up automatic sentry guns. Someone even sent out two automatic mine-laying vehicles that looked like skateboards, and while operating them forward, they laid down a string of automatic mines like cubs.

It was probably because the noise of these movements was still a little louder. The golden-armored giant who seemed to be in a state of beauty opened his eyes again, suddenly moved a step, and let out a sigh.

Although Major Dutch ordered the retreat, he decided to stay until the end, and he was the first to notice the other party's movements.

"I am destiny! How can we tolerate such despicable ants barking in front of us!" The golden-armored giant clearly let out such an emotional roar, and then like a magic trick, he lifted two door-like handles from behind. Sharp beheading sword: "You are seeking your own death!"

It sounded like a slogan shouted by a cult leader with low IQ and little education. Although Major Dutch thought so, he clearly understood the murderous intent in the other party's last words and couldn't help but directly ordered: "Fire! Use us. Stop him at all costs!"