Him and their stars

"Your Excellency Misaro, General Misaro, my old brother...you, could you please restrain yourself a little? I really hope that you can at least become a knight commander in the Knights. But you We can’t let the Heraldry Academy get a handle on it!”

"I am a noble in this generation, so why should I be afraid of the Heraldry Academy?" Admiral Misaro raised his lips in a nonchalant manner: "Your Highness, in fact, in the anxious state of the battlefield, the saints went out in person. Seance is the easiest way to break the deadlock, but people rarely do it. Do you know why?"

"Because... it really doesn't make sense. Only when the essence of the universe resonates with life can extraordinary beings be born, and only those whose talents, perseverance, and destiny are indispensable can become saints. They should be the spirit of the universe leading mankind and civilization messenger, but on the battlefield, a battleship orbital shell that only costs 1,000 gold dragons may evaporate his life, and even part of the future of civilization," Duke Garibian said quietly:

"High-ranking psykers should cherish their lives. We don't just belong to ourselves."

Admiral Misaro raised the corner of his mouth, and his smile became more sarcastic: "This theory is too metaphysical, and I really can't understand it. But, Your Highness, he must not have this idea, so he can freely , Dancing with death. Hahaha, this is the true nature of a psychic. Your Highness, when we reach this realm, isn’t it about breaking through the shackles of fate? ?”

It is true that they are all "life-threatening", but the degree is different, so they are not the same thing! Duke Garibian wanted to say this, but was speechless. Of course, she would never agree with Misaro's decisive or even violent thoughts, but she could clearly understand that her heartbeat was accelerating.

...Calm down! Garibian, as the leader of the group, you have given too much to Giafel or Shameen. You really shouldn’t be this kind of person!

But no matter how she calmed down her racing heartbeat, the Duke also knew that his dragon ship must speed up now.

"Captain! Maximum charge speed. I don't know what you do. I just need to enter the Titanium Dragon's combat radius within ten minutes." She shouted to the captain loudly, like a vicious Party A.

As for Admiral Misaro, he was already wearing a gorgeous coat of arms with the general's star and family crest, and strode towards the back of the bridge. Behind him, two astral knights also wearing heraldic machines followed closely.

"Aren't you just going to defeat the enemy with more numbers? What are you proud of?" The Duke wanted to complain, but her pace was not much slower than that of the general.

A huge golden warship that was as large as an aircraft carrier kept moving forward among its own dense fleet, as coquettishly as a light lightning strike ship. At this time, the escorting light cruisers and expulsors were a little unable to keep up, and the hundreds of purple electric dragons and titanium blades following them all put themselves into charge mode.

The Imperial Army pilots could clearly feel that the body of their own battleship had clearly turned into steel to form the rugged mountains, and that they had fallen into the bending canyon between these steep mountains, and could hit the enemy at any time. On these terrible barriers, people were destroyed and killed.

Fortunately, the technology of this era is not really abstract to this level. Although the AI ​​of fighter planes is not highly intelligent, it can at least assist the driver in making precise evasive actions in advance.

They finally crossed the solid maze formed by their own warships, and those flashing beams and explosions came and went, getting closer and closer to them.

Immediately afterwards, the imperial pilots heard the fiercest sirens one after another.

"The space sensing unit is triggered! All units, deploy shields immediately! Deploy chaos immediately!"

"The enemy plane is approaching, eight o'clock direction! Depression angle 12!"

"It's the new fighter plane of the Earthlings! Red Ghost! Number 24, no, at least 30!"

"Is that an improved version of the Ghost?"

"Idiot, what I want is a letter from an idiot like you! This is an improved version of the White Devil!"

"Follow the dragon boat! Follow the dragon boat!"

"Team 1 and Team 2 maintain escort! The rest disperse! Formation 22, Tactics D!" Lieutenant General Barhorun, who personally piloted the fighter plane, commanded loudly while maneuvering the warship to follow the dragon ship closely. He has now seen that this battleship is full of occult units, and there is a vague spiritual light flickering on the surface. As a second-level mass psyker, he was not sure whether this was the energy shield flashing or some psychic effect being manifested.

However, what is certain is that his task is to ensure that all this can be completed as scheduled.

As soon as this thought passed through his mind, he suddenly felt a tremor in his heart. He quickly moved the control panel, and then felt an obvious tremor in his fighter plane.

Got himself shot.

The onboard AI randomly reminded itself that the shield had been reduced to 45%, and the armor on the left side was burned and damaged, but the body was generally intact.

"If I hadn't been a psyker, I would have been shot down." The Lieutenant General was very happy.

"...No, if I hadn't been equipped with a new Titanium Blade fighter, even if I escaped the fatal attack, I would still be seriously injured, which is equivalent to losing combat effectiveness. And in this chaotic battle, even if I find a friendly warship, Landing is also difficult!”

Feeling the blessing of the spirit of the universe, the vice-admiral of the aircraft carrier fleet suddenly felt his morale rising. He shouted and twisted the muzzle angle of the fighter plane to aim at the oncoming aircraft.

"Don't underestimate the ace pilots of the Empire!" he roared. Then, his psychic intuition had already captured that he had been locked by four Red Ghost fighters at the same time.

King Shazamen on the Regent Queen Titan received the news of the death of Vice Admiral Balhoren three minutes later.

The death of an ace pilot and a psychic is not a problem at all. It's still a rather cruel sentence. In a battlefield of this intensity, they are pure cannon fodder. However, if it is a vice admiral, this is the point that the bloodless and tearless dragon kings will also be moved.

"This can be regarded as brave, but stupid." King Sha commented coldly: "What about the Pilgrimage?"

"The cover of the Black Blade Squadron is very successful. The Pilgrimage will reach the defense range of the Courageous Advance in five minutes, but..."

"But?"

"General Yu, who rides the Iron Dragon... uh, the Torpedo Ship, may board the Courageous Advance within three minutes." The adjutant said.

"You reported earlier that a total of eight General Yu were found?"

"It is very likely that they are illusions, but each of them is extremely dangerous. It has been confirmed that at least three cruisers were destroyed by them! Either they are all powerful psychics, but it is also very likely that they are incarnations." The adjutant of the vassal king is also a psychic, and he is a master of mystical theory.

After all, those who are above the saint may already be demigods, and it is not beyond common sense to cause such destruction.

"General Yu's star ring, I remember..."

"It is balance. But I have never heard that balance can unlock this technique."

"I have never heard of a demigod in balance before! Since it is the development of balance, it is reasonable for any effect to emerge." King Sha said.

The adjutant quickly added: "However, according to the battle report just now, our generals have eliminated four suspected clones of General Yu, but the rest are still advancing. In the worst case, the enemy will indeed reach the Tirero Brave Advance within three minutes."

He did not say "it will definitely be shot down". King Shazamen is a pragmatic academic who has never bothered to pay attention to such beautiful words.

Sure enough, the elector praised gracefully: "There is nothing wrong with his judgment, instructions and courage. At this moment, the use of the Earthlings' military force has indeed reached its limit, and all new chips may serve as the last straw, including his own life. Why is such a wise and brave hero not born in the Empire? If he turns his back on his enemies and surrenders with courtesy, I am willing to lead his horse and stirrups for him, and even send all my nieces to him as maids."

The adjutant maintained a calm expression with great difficulty. He really couldn't respond to this. A boss without a sense of humor suddenly said such a thing, it is difficult to judge whether he was joking or serious. If he really took the joke, he might offend people to death.

Fortunately, the prince only sighed a few words.

"Then, your highness, we should..."

"Don't pay attention." The voice of the King of Sand was also cruel: "His right action is to kill us as much as possible, and our right action is to never deviate from our pace."

The judgment of the King of Sand was of course correct. The battle has reached this point. It is meaningless to rush over to add fuel, and they are even less likely to give up the existing combat personnel.

At this time, the right-wing fleet of the Imperial Army had naturally swept the gravity jammers and a large number of dense artillery arrays in the outer ring, and was preparing to encircle and blockade from the side. However, when crossing the asteroid belt to attack the fourth sub-fortress, the Imperial Army fell into a brief stagnation.

Faced with the bombardment, the small number of fleets stationed in the fortress did not seem to think about breaking out. These gunboats in the galaxy used the fortress and the surrounding artillery arrays as cover, and gritted their teeth to cooperate with the fortress to counterattack. Energy shells and missiles intertwined into an infinite network of light and flames in the darkness, dancing with brilliant and unpredictable colors on the mirror armor of the fortress, but also frightening colors.

As for the artillery positions arranged on the surrounding dwarf planets, they raised their heads and fired fiercely at these evil guests. Once the Empire began to counterattack, they would quickly escape to the dwarf planet and hide after digging out the rock.

This is a mole tactic, which can't really kill the Imperial Army, but at least it can have a considerable disgusting effect.

However, these actions are of course far from stopping the Imperial Army from landing.

However, this is just the beginning.