Chapter 125: Burning Expedition—The Neon of Korhal is Flickering [Please subscribe!]

"Herta" Space Station, Herta's office.

When the voices of the ghosts and Artanis and the others conversing sounded.

March 7th finally waited.

For the moment the ghost story was about to end.

At this time.

She admired the first person who told the ghost story; maybe it was a real ghost.

March 7th finally gathered her courage.

She first let her peripheral vision cover a small part of the screen, and after confirming that there was nothing white and ghostly in the picture, she moved her gaze slowly.

However, even so, she was ready to turn her head back at any time.

Until Artanis and the others had completely left that haunted place, she finally dared to look directly at the screen.

"It's finally over! Yay!"

"This girl isn't afraid of any ghosts!"

Finished, she didn't forget to puff out her chest, meeting Bai Xuan's doting gaze, looking proud:

"Xiao Bai, at this time, don't you want to give the brave Trailblazer some reward?"

And so, Bai Xuan held March 7th's cheeks, their gazes met, and warm breath hit each other's faces.

Closed their eyes and began the reward.

A moment later.

Lips parted, and Bai Xuan suddenly discovered a blind spot.

Just now, March 7th was lying on him, and he didn't think much of it.

But at this moment, she straightened up and sat on his lap.

Immediately, the posture became somewhat awkward.

Even "young" Herta couldn't bear to watch and kept coughing on the side.

"Stelle" immediately understood the situation.

She took a disposable cup, poured some hot water, handed it to Herta, and asked with concern:

"Drink more hot water."

Herta: "?"

Parallel Universe, Korhal-IX.

At this moment.

Korhal's neon was flickering.

In the Expeditionary Legion's communication system, commanders at all levels communicated and synchronized progress.

Legion Commander "Satellite," looking at the planet below the flagship, had an expression of neither joy nor sorrow, only a slight regret.

—Another planet completely destroyed by "The Unclean."

Just like Tarsonis, destroyed under the Zerg swarm a long time ago.

But at this moment, he was no longer that helpless teenager who only knew how to wait for death when facing the Zerg tide.

At this very moment, he had gone from a small character saved by the Foundation to a commander of a large legion.

And right beneath his feet.

Countless shells were fired from the starship's cannons, pouring onto the planet's surface.

They carried crimson trails across the sky, weaving a red canopy that changed the color of the sky.

Korhal surface.

Violent explosions continued one after another, showing no signs of stopping even after several hours.

In the bombing zone, the air was filled with high-concentration "Blackwood's Tears" steam.

Even if "The Unclean" were tall, staying here for a long time, even if they wouldn't disintegrate immediately, would be hit with countless layers of debuffs.

The high temperature and high pressure generated by the explosions made the ground surge and the air steam.

Even in the old villages several kilometers away that had not yet become bombing zones.

Cracks were constantly appearing on the old brick walls, and they collapsed one after another.

The once prosperous commercial district, the peaceful residential area...

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These relics of the old civilization.

Except for a few places specially marked as potentially containing clues to the False God.

Everything else.

Amidst the trembling and wailing of the earth, turned into ruins piece by piece.

The Legion Commander watched all this, his expression calm.

Not long ago.

After the "Psionic" masters completed the excavation and archaeology of the ruins of the "Center of the World."

A high-level meeting was urgently convened.

All senior generals were required to attend.

At the meeting, the "Psionic" masters made a complete and detailed report on this operation.

At the end of the meeting, the Administrator emphasized once again the attitude and method that should be taken toward "The Unclean."

—Put away sympathy, put away pity, and use the most decisive, coldest, and fastest way to let them die!

Subsequently, the Legion Commander of the First Expeditionary Legion made a self-criticism in public and reflected and reviewed deeply.

Considering there were no casualties and many legion commanders spoke up to protect him, the Administrator did not hold him accountable.

After that meeting ended.

Every participant in the Great Expedition, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, whether commander, soldier, or cook.

Knew that a legion commander had faced the Administrator and conducted a self-review, just because his understanding of "The Unclean" had deviated.

On this basis.

Everyone now knew that the huge body of "The Unclean" was actually an eternal cage, imprisoning the souls of the victims.

And what they had to do was to liberate these poor people and let their souls rest in peace.

The trembling of the ship's hull stopped temporarily.

This was a sign that the starship had stopped shelling.

But this did not mean the end of fire preparation.

It was a sign of switching ammunition types to incendiary bombs.

Five minutes later, ammunition carrying special incendiary agents fell from the sky, turning large areas into a sea of fire.

As the artillery fire from the starships moved forward, landing ships transported armored units and legions to the surface.

"Krieg, fix bayonets, veterans prepare your shovels!" ===== CHAPTER 127 =====