Occupy a planet and be its master

"Thank you, Master!" looked

at Turce in front of him, and the soldier only looked at him in awe, thanking him.

"Run, keep running!" Turce

ran away.

As he ran, he flung his sword-wielding right hand into the sky.

The phase sword suddenly spun and flew out, crashing into a nezumi fighter plane that was diving and shooting up a hundred meters away.

"Boom!"

The rat fighter was hit by the phase sword, and was directly cut open to the body, and exploded in the air.

In the surging flames, in the rain of fire from the wreckage of the body, the phase sword that flew out spun back into Turs's hand.

This is one of the most basic abilities of the Templars.

The stronger the person, the farther the distance of control.

Tours, on the other hand, was able to move things hundreds of meters away with his mind.

Of course, it also depends on the weight.

The farther away you are, the lighter you can move.

Turce is strong, but he is only one man after all.

There is no way to stop the Rat Fighter from licking the ground and slaughtering the Planetary Defense Force soldiers.

In the sea of flowers, the one-sided slaughter makes the battlefield picture extremely cruel.

Everywhere there were fleeing Planet Guard soldiers, and the screams were endless.

At the same time, in orbit on the planet Edith.

The Independence Planet Alliance fleet, the flagship of the fleet, is in the bridge.

"General Aku, the ground forces are about to arrive in Huata City, and our aircraft group is destroying the anti-aircraft fire point in Huata City, and the operation is going well. "

Our rat fighters have suffered heavy casualties, General Aku, we should drop stun bombs and destroy those human scum. "

Yes, yes, the flying squirrel bombers are ready, let them go. "

In the bridge, the nezumi bridge personnel reported to the burly figure sitting on the captain's chair.

Listening to the noisy voices of his subordinates, Aku seemed a little impatient.

"Shut up, you idiots, the goal of our battle is conquest, not destruction, this is the order of General Osvid.

In the face of Aku's reprimand, the bridge personnel on the lower level hurriedly turned around and pretended to work.

"General Aku, do you want to report to General Osvid when you find the Templar dregs?"

He got up and stood up, but sat down again.

"Leave him alone, he alone can't change the outcome of the war, we blocked the subspace communications, he can't do anything, inform the ground troops, once you encounter the Templar scum, kill him on the spot, I will take his head and sacrifice it to the great General Osvid!"

As the commander of the fleet, it is better for him to sit in the fleet.

Aku was not impulsive, his instinct told him that it was better to sit in the fleet.

"Do you really want to do this? I think it's better to be careful, after all, General Osvid was a former Templar scumbag.

"Yes, yes, it's too barbaric, General Auswid won't necessarily like it, maybe he will lock his throat with his mind, and it will break with a click.

"That scene must be interesting, if only I were there, the general's meat must be delicious." "

Don't say it, I'm hungry, we're still fighting, we can't leave our posts. "

The bridge personnel at the lower level staggered the topic and started chatting casually.

In the captain's seat, in the helmet, the corners of Aku's mouth grinned slightly, revealing sharp teeth.

"Shut up, you shit!" he

roared, startling the lower bridge crews.

They quickly stopped, and then went back to work.

On Flower Island, the ground war continues.

"Forward, forward, forward, into battle formation!" at

the junction of the sea of flowers and the forest of flowers, on the junction line that is several kilometers long.

More than a dozen marching teams of Skritch ratmen poured out of the flower grove.

They walked in neat steps, following the bloated Sky Rat Tank forward, forward, and forward.

The sound of neat footsteps and the roar of the engine are intertwined, echoing through the heavens and the earth.

Looking from the sky to the ground, more than a dozen Skrit Rat marching teams formed more than a dozen long dragons.

After a while, in the sea of flowers, the figures of the Skrit rat soldiers were one after another.

After leaving the flower grove, they changed formation.

From the original marching army to the battle formation.

In the vast sea of flowers, more than 200,000 Skrit soldiers formed hundreds of phalanxes.

They were neatly arranged, and the front was several kilometers long.

More than 200 Sky Mouse tanks were driving between the phalanxes.

The huge procession marched forward with neat steps, knee-high flowers trampled down, and the earth seemed to shake.

Seven kilometers ahead, the Planetary Defense Force soldiers are still on the run.

The rat fighters in the sky scurried like flies.

Sometimes it dives low, sometimes it soars into the sky.

The city of Huata not far away is also full of gunsmoke.

"Master Tours, we lost!"

the voice from the communicator left Tours speechless.

He stood in the sea of flowers, looking around at the panicked soldiers fleeing around him.

Behind him was Huata City, and in the distance, the terrifying army of Skriters had already revealed its hideous and terrifying appearance.

There has been no news from Qiuqiu's side.

If this continues, once the Scurry army enters the city, defeat is a foregone conclusion.

"We haven't lost yet!" At

this moment, Li Meng's voice suddenly sounded in the communicator.

Both Tours and Casafee, who was in the operational command center, heard it.

"Woo!"

At this moment, a strong horn suddenly sounded on the western sea.

Just below three kilometers from the coastline, a Javanese appeared.

It's like sitting in the water with a giant conch in your hands.

The sound of the horn comes from the conch in its hands.

A large shadow could be seen in the water beneath it.

In the waters around it, great shadows appeared.

One after another, Javanese armed with pulse spears emerged from the water.

"Whoa!"

was miles away on the sea, and the sea was surging and splashing.

One by one, the Javanese rushed out of the sea on a sea creature that looked like flying fish, and went straight into the sky.

1，2，3...... Their number is endless.

In a short time, nearly 10,000 Flying Fish Riders rushed out of the sea.

In the air hundreds of meters above the sea, the overwhelming Flying Fish Riders rushed to Flower Island and rushed to the battlefield.

Standing on the back of the flying fish, holding only one rein to stabilize the body, the Javanese raised the pulse spear with one hand, and shouted "Wow Wow".

Not far from the sea, thousands of Javanese emerged from the water.

Its mount in the water swam slowly forward, very fast.

Everywhere he passed, he left a trail behind that would not disperse for a long time.

On the coastline, a dense gray-green figure suddenly appeared from the water.

At a glance, it is spread over more than ten kilometers of coastline.

They are densely packed together, and in a short time they cover the entire beach.

Many more Javanese are emerging from the sea.