While the young man was bidding farewell to his elders, also in Fuxing City, Cui Kao, the original high priest of the original Angry Owl sect, was doing his daily homework.
This is a bright hall, with a statue of a bear-like eagle god standing here majestically. The statue of the angry owl carved from white jade-like stone has a furious expression. Anyone who stands in front of it will feel a storm approaching, and those who are not mentally determined will have their minds destroyed by the strong wind.
The original high priest Cui Kao, but we are peacefully in front of the statue of the original angry owl.
He is receiving the baptism of the storm, and at the same time he is listening to the wrath of the gods.
At this moment, a priest wearing a gray hood quietly appeared behind the high priest.
Being far away, he did not feel the wind, but he knew what would happen if he stood in front of the statue of the storm.
The high priest has been standing here for a long time.
The priest's eyes were full of fear and piety, and he reported in a low voice, "High Priest, our actions in Fuxing City have encountered some obstacles. The governor who is not in the city has given the alliance government too much. Pressure, they are now inspecting us much more intensively. Many supplies can no longer be operated with great fanfare through official channels, and the missionary work among the refugees in the outer city has also been forced to go underground."
The high priest turned around. body, with deep eyes, as if looking into the priest's heart. His lips did not move, but his voice was like a breeze, ringing in the priest's ears, "The power of the storm is endless. We will overcome all difficulties and achieve our sacred mission. Any obstacles will eventually be destroyed by the storm, even if they hinder us The same applies to which governor it is."
The priest was sincerely convinced, "You are right. The howling wind messenger sent a message before, and the enemy has taken the bait. I believe there will be good news soon. As long as the governor dies, the entire Fuxing City will be in chaos. They cannot afford the price of the governor's abnormal death. They will be afraid of the starships in the sky, and no one will have the energy to care about what we are doing."
The high priest sighed, "Time flies, and humans are still sinking in ignorance. Only storms can lead them out of the darkness. Our mission is to spread the glory of God to every corner of the world."
The priest responded respectfully, "As you said, high priest. We will do our best to live up to the expectations of the storm."
The high priest prayed silently again and sighed, "May the storm guide our path, Let us be the beacon that guides people in this darkness. Go, my child, the blessing of the Lord is with you. "
The priest bowed respectfully and then quietly left. The high priest stood alone in front of the statue of the angry owl.
Yan Fangxu has deeply felt that something is wrong.
He led the 3rd Infantry Battalion, which had just formed an army and had just received its equipment, to clean up the alien forest.
Four hours ago, his team was purifying a monster lair.
ThemAfter killing all the dozens of monsters near the lair, what we have to do next is the same as before. Although the size of this hatching nest was larger than any they had encountered before, it was still not too big to exceed imagination.
After destroying the nest, they were ready to leave and go to the next location.
Then, intensive gunshots came from the surrounding woodland.
Yan Fangxu’s conducting style has always been steady. Even though he had destroyed many hatching nests before, he still did not relax his vigilance when he encountered this one. There is no shortage of peripheral security measures that should be deployed, and there is no shortage of temporary defensive positions to be established when destroying the hatching nest. In short, it highlights the appearance of fighting a fool without leaving any flaws.
He knew that the old boy Purbeuf often complained about his inefficiency behind his back, and wanted to get the 2nd Battalion to do the work and let the newly formed 3rd Battalion guard the home. But obviously, the Governor trusts him more, a serious imperial captain, rather than the quick-fire Perbeuf.
And he did not live up to the governor's trust. His troops had suffered very few casualties since the operation began.
Especially today, his caution paid off.
The soldiers on guard at the periphery discovered a very large group of monsters approaching. They fired first, delaying the progress of the monsters and buying time for Yan Fangxu.
The soldiers on guard at the outer perimeter retreated while fighting. When they returned, Yan Fangxu had already commanded the troops and built a triangular defensive position. The three infantry companies each have a position, with some extending outwards and protruding, forming horns for each other, and ensuring that firepower can cover and support each other.
All of this was possible in the ten minutes that the soldiers on guard at the periphery fought for. On the one hand, Yan Fangxu had good command and prepared in advance. The troops strictly abided by discipline and did not Relax; on the other hand, the entire 3rd Battalion is completely excellent in all military skills.
Although they have not fought a tough battle yet, the soldiers' mentality is obviously a little nervous. However, the morale is still good, and the completion of instructions is meticulous, fully reaching the normal level of the Imperial Astra Militarum.
Every time he sees this scene, Yan Fangxu has to sigh.
There are not many such troops on the Quintet starship. Most of the slave-servant armies or servitor soldiers cannot reach this level. Only a few Marine regiments have this ability; and the Marine Commandos he brought down are indeed more elite, but there are only a thousand soldiers of this level on the entire starship.
The soldiers smoothly constructed a defensive position, which relieved Yan Fangxu's nervousness due to the sudden attack.
When the enemies appeared in front of them, the soldiers began to fire violently.
Under the crossfire, those monsters fell in pieces.
They quickly repelled the attack of the monster swarm.
Those disgusting ones, abscess monsters of different shapes, dead all over the place. The dark green pus flowing out from their bodies is extremely fishy.
It's disgusting, but the threat is really not a threat. Enemies who can only rely on biting, pus splashing and corroding at close range, and who will die if shot, have no chance under the fire net.
But before they could relax for a while, the second wave of enemy attacks came.
There are still a large number of abscess monsters, covered in humanoid, animal-shaped, and indiscernible shapes, rushing out of the forest, howling and rushing towards the position. In this second wave of attacks, something with long-range attack methods appeared.
Abscess ejector.
This kind of monster looks similar to the ordinary abscess monster, except that it has an extra jet either on the chest or on the top of the head. When they rush to a distance of about fifty meters, they will stop in place, accumulate for a moment, and then spurt large amounts of yellow-green pus out of the jet.
These monsters that can spit out highly corrosive pus pose a great threat to the position. Please remember to bookmark, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft