The first battleship sailed out of the subspace and arrived in Edmelon’s outer space.
All the cans are already itching.
The fleet began to deploy its array, targeting the eastern part of the Northern Hemisphere at Admelon, and all orbital weapons were already in place.
“What we have in abundance are torpedoes, used to attract these rubbish.”
Ochishur, who used to be a company commander, but was reduced to a squad leader due to the division of the legion and its organizational structure, followed the quartermaster, overlooking the planet.
He came step by step from the restrictive supervision of the empire.
What is restrictive supervision?
The imperial officials sitting in the rear will count and review the war records of each squad of the Ninth Legion again and again.
These cowards didn’t even dare to face them face to face, but they imagined the mental state of the descendants of angels out of thin air.
Several teams were almost labeled as bullshit that should be destroyed.
The supervisory team of the entire Ninth Legion has many members, and the empire’s order is that unless everyone agrees, the descendants of angels still have the right to fight for the empire.
On several occasions, the supervisory team initiated a vote to eliminate two or three teams with the most serious blood thirst, to warn other teams of the consequences of failing to control the fangs.
But some people used their veto power to stop the massacre.
Ochishur had gotten these votes somehow, and his team was the one voted for.
As a company commander, when he was divided into teams, he took the initiative to ask to be assigned to the team with the most severe blood thirst so that he could take care of his battle brothers.
When he was at his most desperate, he welcomed the quartermaster.
Compared to Unses, Ochishur felt that he was just a dog of the quartermaster. He could do many extraordinary things for this being who finally called himself the evil god.
Because the other party threw a few trash in the supervision team in front of them as a meeting gift, and gave them everything they expected and never expected.
“Xiu’er, you don’t have to keep a straight face. I told you that you are a good boy, not…”
This incarnation of Rasta is nicknamed the Son of Angels.
Ochsul interrupted Him, stubborn.
“No! I don’t need that kind of thing, everyone has their own role, I have to become more ruthless every moment.
There’s always someone who has to fill that unlikable role, and I’m a perfect fit.
All you have to do is give me a command and I will tear your prey apart. “
Guangyu sighed.
“Then you’d better not scare your sister.”
Ochishur is the most difficult angel descendant to soften, even if he puts on the evil spirit filter.
This guy suppressed all his emotions with a cold look.
This is a habit he has developed over the years. Even if blood thirst breaks out, he will only frown and slightly bar his teeth.
If Rasta hadn’t been able to read his inner thoughts, he would have thought it was just a big ice cube.
The contrast is really cute!
“Let’s go, let’s have a small meeting on the Gabriel before the battle begins.”
There was no way Rasta would let these cans be thrown onto the battlefield without saying a word after they met.
Gabriel is the largest warship currently owned by the IX Legion.
Since there are no mortal auxiliaries, this battleship is enough to accommodate all the cans of the Ninth Legion.
Gabriel’s Angel Hall is a vast training ground for combat skills.
Every angel descendant has a knowledge reserve of combat skills in their genes. All they need to do is become a miner and dig out these treasures through various trainings.
Space jumps bring can after can.
Taking off the helmet, familiar or unfamiliar faces appeared in everyone’s eyes.
Four of the eight former company commanders were now standing together, looking at each other in silence.
There are a lot of dead cans, but fortunately they have been replenished over the years.
Holy Lena wore Glory power armor and stood in front of four company commanders.
Her body relies entirely on the active filling of the Glory Power Armor to be able to control this big guy.
So much so that it looked like she was operating a mecha rather than wearing a power armor.
Ochishur still looked serious, looking at his sister’s childish face.
“You shouldn’t be here!”
How can a cute sister like you appear on the battlefield? I am incompetent! Damn it, I really want to touch her! But no!
Holy Lena looked at her brother with the gravest expression and was confused.
Because Rasta temporarily linked her consciousness and shared Ochisul’s thoughts with her.
Guang Yu was afraid that this guy would pretend to be ruthless, only to be hurt by his own ruthlessness afterwards.
The small halo above Holy Lena’s head was spinning.
She directly grabbed Ochishur’s hand and touched her cheek.
The cans who were “familiar” with Ochishur’s character suddenly became nervous, and they were ready to beat up the bastard who dared to shake off his sister’s hand.
Ochishur’s inner activities: Damn it! Why am I wearing power armor! How abominable! I want to cry QAQ!
Holy Lena sighed inwardly, and then told her brother that there was no hope.
Then the halo above her head lit up, the material barrier disappeared, and the ability given to her by light desire allowed her to ignore Ochishur’s arm power armor as if it were nothing, and she pressed her cheek against his palm.
So soft! so cute! ah! I’m dying!
After Xiuer’s inner turmoil passed, she began to realize that something was wrong.
He cast a questioning look at his sister.
Holy Lena gave him an affirmative look in return.
Xiu’er began to realize something. His psychological activities over the past many years had been clearly heard by his quartermaster?
He began to think about the past.
He was envious when the quartermaster touched the heads of other cans, but when he firmly refused, it seemed that the quartermaster jumped on his back and touched his head secretly.
When he asked for a steak when eating crepes from other cans, the steak seemed to be a steak, and the texture was too tough and sweet. At that time, he thought his taste had changed due to blood thirst.
That……
The quartermaster said that pink power armor looked the best, and the other cans were really frightening, and he sternly rejected it, but actually thought it was a really good time…
“You like that color!”
Holy Lena, who was reading the mind, blurted out.
Xiu’er finally learned what social death is today.
Ochishur took back his hand and held back tears.
“no, I do not like it!”
He seemed to be running away from the sister he loved very much, and began to look for his old subordinates to reminisce about the past.
The other cans turned into curious babies and asked their sister Xiuer what color she liked.
“He loved the color of hearts.”
Holy Lena recalled the pink love in Ochishur’s mind.
The other cans were a huge disappointment.
They are not on the same channel as my sister.
They thought that the bastard Ochishur liked the color of the heart that was still beating when it was dug out.
The obedient babies quickly ended their family gathering time and began discussing how the war would proceed.
After each plan was rejected, the final combat goal was determined.
The Ninth Legion is particularly poor, and its combat units are quite monotonous. Except for the battleships, which have almost no heavy firepower, everyone is an infantryman. The few special units do not have much powerful firepower.
After the decision was made, Holy Lena spoke up.
“I will lead you in the charge! I need a team behind me!”
“no!”
A bunch of cans couldn’t accept this kind of thing, and they couldn’t tolerate any mistakes made by the four-winged little angel.
She is the cutest child recognized by Gene Father and Quartermaster!
“I have been fighting for ten thousand years on another battlefield! I have to start growing up and live up to this power!”
Holy Lena has always understood what cruelty is.
She grew up on a death moon and was never a hothouse flower.
The reason why she occasionally shows her cuteness is because she greedily enjoys the dreamlike tenderness that seems to not belong to her.
With lust as the center, it kept attacking her, and there was an unavoidable tenderness.
