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It seemed that it was not just because the wolf's head was not cut in half.

"Don't be so pretentious, just give me a hand!"

"Then don't be stubborn and follow my command--!"

Although the cadres of Dihuo and the commander-in-chief looked like they were about to have a quarrel, and beating up a centurion seemed a bit beneath their dignity, the two girls had no energy to argue when faced with the monster that was spewing white steam and had countless buds of flesh on its waist that were beginning to stick together.

But before they could regroup, someone took the lead.

"Push him back! Their stormtroopers are running out of steam!"

Natasha pushed away the guards on both sides of the formation - she brought more heavy firepower, especially the gun in her hand that was given to her by Kong.

"Bang! Bang—"

The white light flashed and gushed out one after another, strong, invincible, and the strongest, stealing the attention of most people.

Even though Natasha did not believe in the Emperor, her loyal plasma never overheated. She was just waiting for the officer from the opposite side to come over so that she would have a chance to shoot at him at close range.

The roaring blue-white color drowned the Centurion - he also didn't expect that this group of primitive people in front of him, in addition to having a large number of Fate Walkers to plunder the formation, could actually take out a thing that should be installed on the warship.

The shield was triggered normally this time, but the power of the opponent's plasma weapon was much more intense than the strip-shaped body attached to his cold weapon. It was essentially a high-speed projected plasma ball, which was both "magic" and physical damage. It melted through his armor and turned his head and half of his shoulders into carbon.

"..."A normal creature would have been declared dead after being hit like this, but the wolf-headed man was like Xing Tian. After losing his brain, he moved forward a few steps and swung his hammer to try to widen the gap.

"…You look very ill."

In Nata's eyes, Bu Liren's immortality is a "disease" different from the demon body of the immortal boat, and it is a long-term and stubborn disease.

Especially since she was the one blessed by abundance herself—all her rosy eyes could see was the sorrow and cycle of desire contained in that body.

How many people had he "eaten" and how many lives that had been nourished by the pharmacist's sweet rain had he taken away in order to grow into such a sick state?

"Let me take care of it."

"Ok?"

Just as Xier was about to jump up again to kill the monster whose head was beginning to grow again, she saw Nata pull out a strange "device" from her backpack strap that was almost as big as a small engine.

After she became the Commander, her strength grew day by day, so Kong dared to give her this dangerous thing that might send his own people flying if thrown far away.

Nata threw the heavy object into the Centurion's arms like a pitch, knocking him backwards.

With a buzzing sound, Seele and Bronya instinctively narrowed their eyes, but without giving their eyes a chance to react, the thrown hot melt bomb instantly hollowed out the Centurion and a large piece of bluestone under his feet, leaving behind a perfect circular hole.

"...Nata, where did you get this thing from?"

"Hmm? Is this a token of love from Sora?"

"??"

"Haha, just kidding."

Being able to joke with Xier on the battlefield, Nata's pent-up unhappiness seemed to be released as she threw the melta bomb.

After experiencing the frustration of research, the fight with the mechanical settlement, and the torment of being robbed by Xi'er, she finally felt a kind of release that was like the sublimation of her soul. The flexible back muscles stiffened a little, and there was a residual warmth on the plasma pistol used by the Space Marines, as if she was caressing Sora's skin, making the pleasure rush from her spine straight to her brain.

"...Very good, we can wait a little longer."

Seeing Nata deal with the centurion, Heita put down the hammer in his hand with some boredom.

She would not expose herself for the failure of one or two Iron Guards. Although she had picked up some empathy, empathy also had a range of adaptability - the puppets and energy nodes she brought were limited, and good steel had to be used on the blade.

Now she is not blaming Ruan Mei's skills, she is waiting for some shady guy to show his true colors.

Of course, she admitted that she still felt uncomfortable when she saw the Iron Guards being knocked away. She could only blame Sora for taking her around so much that she became a little concerned about these ordinary people.

"Come out quickly, Arbitrator. Are you guys going to block the air?"

306. Dumplings, dumplings, dumplings, dumplings~

The sudden death of the centurion on the spot caused Bu Liren's offensive to stagnate.

After all, these interstellar nomads were not a small civilization trapped in a corner. The power of command fluctuated instantly, which was common for them who had been fighting for years. So before the third echelon was ready to enter the charge position, the head of the ten households took over the work of the centurion and began to reorganize the team.

"...Everyone, this time has come, please lend me a hand!"

Bronya Rand is a tough guy who has been fighting on the battlefield for several years. Although she is occasionally a little confused and indecisive in her daily life, these shortcomings shown when she is defenseless in front of her friends, and the confusion and cuteness she shows in front of Kong and the train crew are all her rare weaknesses under high pressure. Compared with her courage and sharpness on the battlefield, they are nothing.

Even putting aside her distinguished status, she is still Beloberg's most capable general, good at seizing every opportunity.

The formation that Bu Liren reorganized seemed to be full of flaws, and the ultimate goal of the Iron Guard must be Castle Kreuzberg, and it must be the highest point of the square. Only there could her mother see her determination.

The flag was waved forward, and the commander-in-chief ordered Jeppard and Pera's troops to march at half speed, cross the barbed wire and low wall, enter the square, seize a favorable position, and give the company's heavy weapons platform a better firing line.

The guards on both sides saw their "colleagues" crossing the line and kicking the barbed wire, and had no choice but to prepare for battle on both sides of Bu Liren. They were also unwilling to fight with the opposition - everyone had a clear idea of ​​how those damn wolf-headed people treated the civilians of Bay City and how they looked down on them.

"... Garrison officer, are we really going to open fire on our brothers?"

The commander of the guards who had witnessed the coming of the skyfire glanced at his adjutant, gritted his teeth and stared at the backs of the monsters, and finally chose to go to Kburg in a businesslike manner to ask for orders.

"...Kburg, this is the 1st Guards Regiment. The Bronya Army has crossed the boundary of the square. Should we stop them? Please give us your instructions."

But there was only a noisy busy tone in the badge-shaped communicator, as if it had chosen to go on strike at this critical juncture. Even "God" did not want to see brothers and sisters fighting each other, so he forced the communication system offline.

"...Huh, we have lost contact with Fort K. Maintain the current front and do not move. Wait for the messenger. We are only responsible for guarding the places we are supposed to guard."

Finally, after a long period of doubt, loyalty, and inner torture of self-examination, the commander of the guards, who had faced the truth and did not completely believe in Cocolia, had reason to convince himself and his subordinates.

He had long disliked that group of wolf-headed monsters. Now, their flanks would not follow previous orders and would not move at will. However, even if the Buli warriors in the front were completely wiped out by Bronya's troops, it would have nothing to do with him.

"The guards don't intend to fight us - good news."

Pera operated the drone to overlook the battlefield from high altitude and confirmed that the guards on both wings were staying put. Therefore, all the freed-up firepower could be deployed in the fan-shaped area less than 30 degrees in front.

"The platform can be pressed forward!"

The goods that Kong's comrades packed and sent to him included not only individual equipment for Space Marines, but also some standard weapons for mortal auxiliary forces.

When delivering the goods, the Weepers felt sorry for the former chapter leader as they could only give out so little. But in fact, for Kong personally, it was more than enough, and it was completely prepared for him to rebuild a reinforced company.

The floating support platform provided by the company was equipped with the Star Army's "lumber gun" and mortar. Previously, as a hidden firing point, due to the exaggerated mobility of the Buli people, there was no time to cover the firepower. But when the Buli people took the initiative to retreat and reorganize in front of the battle, Pella directly sent the coordinates prepared in advance to the weapon platform -

Suddenly, smoke and dust rose from the formation of those wolf-headed men.

In their view, mortars are extremely backward weapons, which are only useful when the two sides are facing each other and the troops cannot move freely. The landing point of the shells cannot even keep up with their running speed, and the coverage area is not as good as directly calling for orbital strikes on a single hair.

But when the bowl-sized ammunition hit them on the head and made a dent in Shihu's head, they realized that sometimes backward weapons have their application scenarios.

Moreover, the standard weapons of the Astra Militarum have a kind of "advanced beauty" in the guise of backwardness. This thing does not rely on ordinary chemical energy to kill, but on small-scale fusion. Physical shells break the shield, and fusion breaks the armor, which makes the Bu Li people who often charge into the formation with particle beams and lasers dizzy.

"Spread out, spread out!"

The surviving Shihu ordered his subordinates to expand the charge and engage with Banya's line, but not only were they hit head-on by the lumberjacks, they also found that both wings from which they intended to disperse were guarded by iron guards - that motionless wall of people did not seem to be guarding them at all, but instead seemed to have trapped them in the open area in the center of the square.

The flash produced by the explosion is different from the damage caused by shrapnel, but for some reason, some of the shells mixed in with the fusion shells produced a strong enough smoke and dust that only chemical weapons can produce. It is gray and black, charming to the eyes, and makes the "atmosphere" of the battlefield even more heated.

"Damn natives—"

Shrouded in the smoke, Bu Liren, who was already having trouble with everything, began breathing even more heavily. The filter on their masks could not filter out the violent instinct they felt after smelling the smoke, and their bodies swelled rapidly as they became more and more angry.

"...collective moon madness?"

Yu Yun, who was ready to intervene in the battlefield at any time, immediately waved his hand and said, "We can't let them get through. Star Rafts take off! All of them take off. Don't worry about the anti-aircraft weapons. The company's hackers have taken over Beloberg's city defense system!"

[Hey, I'm not the company's hacker... Tsk, forget it, you guys should pay attention to where you drop the bombs, don't hit the guards... Sora said that casualties must be controlled.]

The Star Raft rose from the ground, and the Fengrao people at the front who had entered the Moon Madness state had gone red-eyed, trying to crash through the "friendly forces" and attack the sidelines of the Banya tribe from a further position. As a result, a scene occurred that neither the guards nor the opposition had expected.

The Bu Liren pushed open the guards' formation from both sides. It was unclear whether they were avoiding the artillery shells or the star rafts that attacked from behind the buildings. They threw away dozens of guards who refused to move, and the main force killed their way over from the right wing, trying to bypass the station on the north side of the Bay City Museum.

"??"

The Guards, who had thought they only needed to guard the stairs in this battle, were suddenly attacked by "friendly forces" and were stunned for a long time. However, after confirming that Moon Maniac's werewolves would attack them as well, many of the Kburg Iron Guards could not help themselves and aimed their axes, guns and howitzers at these crazy guys.

Thus, the battlefield changed from the Buli people charging at the "pass" to being surrounded on three sides - no, if they did not retreat to the stairs of the Kburg, they would be completely trapped in the square. There was plenty of room for movement in front of the statue of the city builders, but they were nailed in the middle, like paratroopers being wrapped in dumplings.

"What's going on?" Xi'er looked at the guards who turned their guns and squeezed the werewolves' living space with them, wondering whether she should go and get some spoils.

"Are they fighting among themselves?"

"No, the garrison officer of Kburg has turned traitor."

Natasha smiled with relief: "Compared to aliens, they still trust their compatriots more."

"...Nata, have you been secretly hanging out with Sora again recently?"

"Huh? No?"

"But he is the only one who calls aliens "Xenomorphs"..."

The unexpected, or perhaps too reasonable, turn of events made Xier's mind drift away to other places with ease, and she did not feel the seriousness of the battle at all.

"...I think the garrison officer was forced into a corner."

Only Ban Ya, who observed the battlefield most carefully, gave the correct answer: "Faced with the mutinous friendly forces, they could only suppress them. But the situation was more favorable. No matter what, their command would not be able to gain the mother's understanding and trust."

Then she nodded to Jeppard, and Landau immediately raised his arm and fired a flare from his arm armor.

That was the signal for the Iron Guard to join forces.

After seeing the blue light rising into the sky, the Guards officer gritted his teeth and raised his arm to send out a signal of the same color.

"These damn monsters betrayed the Great Guardian! Silver Mane Guards, wipe out the rebellion!!"

To hell with the quality of the officers and their unconditional loyalty to Kburg!

Even the allies that Cocolia brought in were like this, is she really still awake now? ?

The guard officer almost broke his throat when he shouted. He felt that his life had been drifting ever since the ship arrived over Bay City. Everything was pushing him into a drama that he was unwilling to appreciate, and turning him into one of the actors who was being toyed with by fate.

Reality helped him make a choice, although it was forced - just like the woman who was chasing after him, she was tough but at least pretty enough, and even if he couldn't resist, he could still comfort himself.

On the other side, holding the telescope, Sambo couldn't help but laugh at the extremely distorted and hysterical face of the Guards Officer, as if he wanted to take revenge on this fucked up world.

"...Look, I told you that we can easily make him turn to the right side without having to induce or hypnotize him. This is much more interesting than manipulation and deception~"

"Ah, boring, I can't appreciate it - it would be interesting if he went all the way to the end and died a martyr for his loyalty, but found out at the moment before his death that the woman Cocolia actually intended to destroy Bay City~"

"…Isn't your aesthetic of pleasure a bit too extreme?"

Sambo heard the funny remarks of the "special guest" behind him, put away his smile and sighed:

"My trick at least ensures that the gentleman can be happy in the end - he doesn't have to betray Beloberg or the Great Guardian. He just has to turn against the mercenaries to protect his people. Your play is just pushing him to a dead end."

"I can't help it. Our Mr. Golden Retriever is an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. Otherwise, I would just do what I like. I have read his three-part plan. Can you believe that he originally planned to take down Fort K without killing anyone here? What perfectionist? Does he really think he is a god?"