Chapter 455: The Grand Curtain Rises

"That weapon..." Horus's attention was once again attracted by Siegel.

He was not unfamiliar with the power contained within it. In Returning Star's most secret Warehouse, he had seen similar power.

That was a Titan Artifact!

Every single one of these powerful weapons was extremely precious, and in the past information recorded on this legendary Assassin, there was no such weapon.

Was it newly acquired?

But it seemed somewhat similar to his previous weapon.

Rohan had already escaped, and the remaining Dream Tapir fleet naturally didn't have any ability to resist. With Siegel's cooperation, they captured several Divine Spirits, completely concluding this battle.

Thank goodness, thank goodness... the Nightmare Shield wasn't left behind.

Codri breathed a sigh of relief. That guy finally escaped.

At that time, whether to snatch the Nightmare Shield or not would become a problem.

Now that the other party had successfully escaped, in his view, this was the best outcome.

However, looking at Li Yu's gloomy face, he still had to pretend a bit, feigning a sigh:

"He... actually escaped. The Nightmare Knight truly cannot be underestimated."

Li Yu muttered inwardly: What you did wasn't just releasing water, it was practically releasing a flood. It would be absurd if the other party couldn't run away.

However, Codri seemed to have misunderstood something.

His goal was actually Rohan's flesh and blood. As for the Nightmare Shield, he really didn't hold much hope.

It was also because he temporarily didn't want a Councilor staring closely at him. After all, he didn't have some Dimensional Camp backing him up like others thought.

Therefore, he was mainly doing this to strengthen the [Symbiotic Bio-Armor], to keep up with his gradually increasing combat power.

However, although the main goal was achieved, he was still extremely displeased with Codri changing his mind at the last minute. He simply took advantage of Codri's speculation and said unhappily:

"Heh, Your Excellency Codri, those who don't know might think you're some massage therapist from somewhere, only knowing how to pinch and grab at the Starry Sky."

Codri only took it as Li Yu's incompetent rage because his goal wasn't achieved, and didn't take it to heart, shaking his head: "Then you've misunderstood. I have already tried my best."

"Hmph!" Li Yu coldly snorted and ignored him, instead instructing on the channel: "Go collect those scattered flesh and blood."

The reason Codri dared to change his mind at the last minute was that in his cognition, although Li Yu was very likely a direct descendant of a certain big shot in the Dimensional Camp with high Status.

But it was only that. Such a person wouldn't have too high a say in the faction.

As long as he didn't beat him to death, it wouldn't be a big deal for the Dimensional Camp.

In the eyes of big factions of that level, the overall gains and losses were always greater than individual gains and losses.

Just like how Li Yu almost killed Morgan before, but now as long as there was an opportunity for cooperation, Salvation Ark would also treat it as if it never happened.

As for whether the contact information Li Yu gave him was real or fake, he didn't care, because he had the intention of releasing water from the beginning.

If it was real, it would be even better; if it was fake, he wouldn't lose anything.

Glancing at the warships cleaning up the battlefield and collecting flesh and blood, Codri didn't pay any Attention.

Although those flesh and blood still had some value, they couldn't catch his eye.

"Salvation Ark is not sincere in Cooperation."

In the Cabin, Horus was also somewhat displeased. If they could intercept the Nightmare Shield, there would be no harm to him.

He could also avenge the backstabbing by The Council.

"Relax..." Li Yu comforted: "Compared to our previous partner, it's already much better."

Their previous partner, naturally, was the Radiant Council.

Horus was somewhat Speechless; you can't say it like that.

However, looking at Li Yu who was completely unconcerned, he was somewhat puzzled: "The Nightmare Shield slipped away in vain right in front of your eyes. Aren't you bothered? This isn't your personality."

"Otherwise what..." Li Yu spread his hands: "Go find Codri and throw a tantrum?"

"A Man over 20 years old shouldn't be so childish; be more mature." He patted Horus's shoulder with a hint of emotion.

Horus had black lines all over his face. 20 years old? He was about to welcome his three thousandth birthday!

His shoulder shook slightly, bouncing off Li Yu's palm, and he left expressionlessly.

Li Yu kneaded his palm and shook his head.

The number of warships used to collect Rohan's flesh and blood exceeded five thousand, and the inner Cabins of each warship were piled full.

The [Symbiotic Bio-Armor] on Li Yu's body was already Impatient, extending tiny blood-colored tentacles.

Almost all the essence of Rohan, the God of Flesh and Blood, was here. Only a small piece of flesh and blood escaped from his main body.

The thick blood-colored tentacles pierced into the continuously squirming flesh and blood, and a continuous stream of essence was Devour by the [Symbiotic Bio-Armor].

Once all this flesh and blood was devoured, the [Symbiotic Bio-Armor] would definitely become stronger.

Li Yu looked forward to it somewhat.

………

Troll Legion

Raymond stood in front of the porthole, his eyes melancholic. Behind him, Troll soldiers were working methodically.

However, the vast majority of those engaged in Administrative Staff were not Trolls, but mostly interstellar humans or other races quite outstanding at the intelligence level.

As for Trolls, those who understand, understand. Reckless Brutes, only suitable for fighting, not suitable for overly meticulous work.

"Legion Commander, the Empire has approved a recruitment quota of fifty thousand for us this year. Our Legion's strength is about to grow again." A Troll excitedly came to Raymond, pointing at the Smart Terminal in front of him.

However, contrary to his expectations, the Legion Commander's tone was very flat and not excited: "I know."

This Troll scratched his head, seemingly wanting to say something, but after thinking for a long time couldn't squeeze out a fart, shaking his head and leaving.

What he didn't know was that Raymond's face, with his back to him, was already clouded over.

Another fifty thousand!

Where would this fifty thousand come from? They could only be recruited from the Troll Race Mother Planet.

Serving in the Troll Legion would more or less involve casualties, and those who died or were injured were all of the Troll Race.

Ever since the establishment of the Troll Legion, the number of casualties of the Troll Tribe increased exponentially every year. In contrast, the number of Trolls on the Homeworld decreased day by day.

Trolls with even a little bit of brains would leave the Troll Homeworld for other places after coming of age, rather than serving in the Troll Legion.

If this continued, it wouldn't last long before the entire Troll Race withered away.

However, he couldn't resist the orders from the Star Glory Empire. This was Boiling a frog in warm water, he could only wait for death in struggle.

"Five-Blood Troll..." His eyes flickered, not knowing what he was considering.

Right at this moment, a burst of loud laughter came.

"Haha, Raymond, the coordinates have been calculated!"

Ted's projection abruptly appeared, making Raymond's heart skip a beat, his face gloomy: "Couldn't you give advance notice before connecting the projection?"

Because the two jointly commanded this military operation, their Authority was shared.

Ted could directly bypass various Authority barriers of the Troll Legion and connect his projection.

"Aren't I just too excited?" Ted looked excited: "Those nerds finally calculated the coordinates. We have to act quickly, otherwise if we miss this opportunity, who knows how much longer the Empire will have to wait."

"Mm, share the coordinate location." Raymond nodded indifferently, seemingly not having much emotional fluctuation.

"Why aren't you surprised at all, or excited." Raymond's reaction made Ted somewhat displeased. He enthusiastically came to inform Raymond, but the other party had no reaction.

Raymond glanced at him: "The coordinates being calculated was within expectations. What awaits us next is a fierce battle. What's there to be excited about."

"Hmph..." Hearing this, Ted also seemed to think of something, saying coldly: "A bunch of Rats in the Gutter, only daring to cause trouble in the dark. This time we'll let them properly remember the might of the Empire."

Raymond was Noncommittal, having no special reaction to Ted's bold words.

Ted was extremely displeased with Raymond's appearance, but helpless, and could only look for a breakthrough elsewhere: "Right, the Empire approved my expansion application. Soon there will be a hundred thousand Four-Armed Titans joining the Legion, haha..."

"I originally thought the Empire would cut my military budget."

Raymond glanced at Ted, complex emotions hidden in his eyes, and this look made Ted inexplicably somewhat irritable.

"Raymond, why are you not like other Trolls at all? I can sometimes chat quite happily with your Adjutants, why can't I ever chat with you?"

Because they are all a bunch of brainless fools. Raymond shook his head, too lazy to engage with him, and forcefully closed Ted's projection Authority.

"The direct forces stay put, while all the hard work, dirty work, tiring work, and wars with heavy losses are left for us to fight... Empire, you really calculated well..."

The Troll Legion and the Four-Armed Titan Legion had an Illustrious reputation In interstellar space, and such prestige was accumulated by living kin one by one.

Raymond clearly knew that the combat power of the Empire's direct legions was not weaker than theirs at all.

But On the interstellar stage, they remained obscure, silently hiding.

………

On a certain skyscraper, a man with a slightly aged appearance stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his Office, gazing at the dense meteor showers in the distance.

These were all propulsion traces left by Spaceships coming and going.

This was an interstellar trade Transfer Station, and even more so a major transportation hub, extremely prosperous.

"The coordinates have been calculated. Prepare to act." His voice was low. On his left was a translucent blue projection.

The other party was a humanoid creature, with vertical pupils similar to a Snake-person, and messy long hair. Hearing this, his face was quite surprised:

"As expected of the omnipresent Reformers. The two legions are already under martial law, and our people haven't had any news for a long time."

"I didn't expect you could still learn the specific news."

"The Reformers have too many tentacles. Do you want me to tell them to you one by one?" The old man's tone was flat.

"That won't be necessary. I'm afraid it will waste too much time. I will go notify the Grand Duke of Blood." Speaking up to here, the man paused, his tone inexplicable:

"I heard Digor is about to fail to hold on. Did you guys intervene in that matter?"

The old man's tone was unhurried: "A person's energy is limited, and strength is also limited. Don't focus on too many targets. Do the matter at hand well first."

"Well said." The projection casually echoed a few words, not knowing whether he believed it or not, and then disappeared from here.

The old man looked at the flow of people below, not knowing what he was considering. His body also gradually began to dissipate; he was actually a projection too.

………

On the giant mountain surrounded by grey mist, the Nightmare Shield fell onto the mountain with a "clang", occasionally emitting trembling sounds, as if seeking comfort from its master.

On the surface of the shield body, a striking piece of meat was stuck.

The Nightmare Knight looked down at the shield on the Ground. The Bone Horse crawling on the ground snorted, the grey-white flames in its skull burning vigorously, not knowing what emotion it was expressing.

The instant he saw the Nightmare Shield, the Nightmare Knight knew what had happened. Inside the pitch-black Helmet, none of his emotions could be seen.

Only the flames in the Bone Horse's skull seemed to shrink back slightly.

He raised his hand, and the Nightmare Shield fell into his hand. A finger covered in black armor wiped the piece of meat off the shield.

"Trash..."

The Nightmare Knight spat out two words, like Thunder exploding in the grey mist. The entire sea of mist shook non-stop, seemingly terrified by his anger.

That blood clot trembled, emitting a blood light, condensing into a blurry phantom, seeming to want to say something.

But the Nightmare Knight didn't give him a chance. He lightly rubbed his middle finger and thumb together, grey Thunder flashed by, and that last blood clot also turned into ashes, scattering with the wind.

Rohan didn't even get to say his last sentence.

All ambitions, aspirations, and delusions became empty talk at this moment.

Miserable wails transmitted from the Void. Those were the wails of Believers; the Divine Spirit they believed in had died.

Their Faith had collapsed. For them, this was a disaster far more terrifying than death.

Through the endless Starry Sky, the Nightmare Knight could see that on one crimson planet after another, large swathes of Believers wept tears of blood and roared at the sky.

Using their bodies and souls, they issued the most vicious Curse against the murderer who killed the Divine Spirit.

"Too noisy..." The Nightmare Knight's voice was dull. Hearing these two words, the Bone Horse crawling beside his throne instantly roused itself.

The grey-white flames in its skull were incomparably vigorous. Its entire body exuded an indescribable might, making strange sounds, as if seeking the Nightmare Knight's permission.

"Mm." The Nightmare Knight's head moved slightly, "Go."

Receiving its master's permission, the Bone Horse snorted happily, and then stepped towards the endless Void.

Beneath its hooves appeared a road burning with endless flames. At the end of the road were crimson planets one after another.

Behind it, only the traces of flames left by the trampling of its four hooves remained.

(End of this chapter)