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The arm blade retracted the arm armor with a crisp sound. Zhan Fenghua grasped the still beating heart of the "planetary powerhouse" and could clearly feel the beating life energy bursting out of it.

Zhan Fenghua has done extensive research in biotechnology. With just one glance, you can tell that this heart has undergone extremely high-tech modifications and adjustments. Both the overall structure and the muscle distribution of any small part of it have been precisely refined. To the point where it can be called a work of art.

There is no doubt that the people of the Federation who can have such a heart must use a lot of resources and energy to maintain their own existence. Otherwise, the energy required by this heart is enough to beat an ordinary person just by beating once. Adult fuck.

And the way the Star Sea Federation obtains resources has become extremely clear...

That is - plunder!

Lock on a planet with life, refine all the creatures on it into the essence of life energy, and then inject this energy into the bodies of such "powerful people", so that they can create light balls out of thin air and exert far beyond The immense power of other unmodified individuals.

If this transformation technology is improved with low energy consumption and used on every subject of the Emperor, wouldn't the empire's strength be...

"Good job, kid."

The huge shadow suddenly enveloped Zhan Fenghua's body, the smell of gunpowder smoke and war swept in like a tsunami, the hoarse and deep voice was like iron sand. This power, which seemed to be the incarnation of war, could only be -

Zhan Fenghua turned around, knelt down on one knee in the universe, lowered his head, bowed respectfully to the emperor's son in front of him, and said, "See Your Highness, Twelve Highnesses."

The one coming is none other than the saint of the red sand, the wrath of the emperor, the fangs that devour the world, the red angel that destroys all things, the primarch of the World Eaters, Angron!

"Hahaha! On the battlefield, you and I are both warriors, so there is no need to be polite!"

With his long braids dancing wildly like a python, Angron let out a heroic laugh, stretched out his hand to pull Zhan Fenghua up, looked at the alien heart in her hand with interest, and grinned with a wide mouth full of steel teeth. : "It seems to be a good trophy, with high research value."

"If Your Highness likes it, just take it." Zhan Fenghua still lowered his head, but held his heart above his head with both hands, acting like a priest offering sacrifices to the gods, pious and humble.

In her heart, she admired His Highness the Twelve Highness's style of conduct. The straight-forward battle without any plot was the battlefield that she longed for. Zhan Fenghua, who could meet Angron in person, was like a little girl who saw her idol. Without hesitation, he gave away the gift in his hand.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Angron frowned and reached out directly to pinch Zhan Fenghua's hands together, locking the heart that had the possibility of leading the evolution of all mankind in the hands of the imperial army. Only then did he see the surprised look in his eyes. Zhong said:

"Although the genetic modification technology of the No. 12 Legion is indeed stronger than other legions, this is your trophy and your military merit. I, Angron, will always rely on my own army and hands to accomplish great deeds and win every victory in an open and honest manner. In a war, when will it be someone else's turn to give me military merit?"

"... Please forgive me for being abrupt, Your Highness." Zhan Fenghua felt his palm being held by the incomparable power of His Highness Twelve Highnesses, and the fear and anxiety in his heart about meeting the saints suddenly disappeared at this moment. trace.

She knew that this was the spiritual ability of the Lord of Red Sand. He could absorb all the negative emotions in the hearts of the warriors and transform them into the pure burning fighting spirit in battle.

The World Eaters are the most violent warriors on the battlefield. They are as unbeatable as moving natural disasters. Cities besieged by the World Eaters often need to be completely renovated and rebuilt, because these sons of the red sand will stand in their way. Everything is destroyed!

But outside of battle, the World Eaters are actually quiet and reserved. They like to study books and manuscripts on biomodification, and also like to weave thick blankets with complex and beautiful patterns. They use these huge fabrics to decorate their shipboard monasteries. The interior environment becomes warm and soft, full of home-like feeling.

And all this is thanks to His Highness Angron. His ability to perceive emotions allows him to know the inner fluctuations of every warrior under his command, so that he can enlighten these warriors like a qualified father and teach them how to control their hearts. Anger that bubbles up all the time.

Zhan Fenghua stared at Angron's tough face that seemed to be carved from brass for a long time, and for a moment he was in a trance.

What an amazing person, His Highness Angron...

I really want to... fight you with all my strength!

"Is the fighting spirit boiling? Very good!" Angron sensed the volcanic challenge in the hearts of the Forbidden Army in front of him, and immediately showed a satisfied smile, "After conquering this galaxy, just challenge me and show your strength. magnificent!"

A wisp of red clouds flew up to Zhan Fenghua's face, which was rosy with excitement and excitement. She lowered her head again and said: "My moves and skills will definitely satisfy His Highness!"

After saying that, she turned around and urged the Forbidden Forces power armor to fly towards the Iron-Blooded battleship, leaving Angron behind and shouting: "You kid! Don't say such words that can cause misunderstanding! Do you hear me? Hello... …”

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Star Sea Federation, Central Star Territory, Council of Elders.

Although there is the federal word "senator" in the name, all those who appear in this rotunda covering an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers are young federal men with pine-like bodies and handsome looks.

Or more accurately, young-looking Federals.

Yes, every federal elder who has a seat in the hall is a planet-level powerhouse who has undergone biological modification surgery. Their long and endless lifespan and indestructible biological stance allow them to survive hundreds of thousands of years. Despite the wind, frost, rain and snow, he still maintains the appearance of his youth.

The pink skin is tight and elastic, the lines of the long oval head are smooth and supple, and the eyes are deep but extremely clear.

It is such a group of strong people who have constructed the real power structure of the federal government.

As for the parliament occupied by sexual minorities and people with mental illness... it was just a product created to make ordinary people in the federation feel that the votes in their hands can really participate in the political process of the federation. It is just a group of empty positions and status. , but he is just a figure without power.

In the innermost ring of the rotunda, there is a pure gold chair inlaid with countless gems. Sitting on it is a middle-aged federal elder. Every planet-level powerhouse present expresses their respect with admiration. His eyes are fixed on it, because it is the true pillar of the Federation and the strongest among all the elders - Mr. Silvert, who has reached the stellar level!

As Shirwat coughed slightly, the senators who were still communicating with each other suddenly fell silent. The entire rotunda could be heard, and every senator was waiting for Mr. Shirwat to speak.

"Guards." Shirwat's voice was clear and loud, "Bring up the only survivor on the planet that was flooded by black oil."

The narrow and towering door slowly opened, projecting a golden path of light on the floor of the corridor. Guards in heavy bone armor dragged a scarred federal man to the center of the hall, and let go of him coldly and directly. Hands, allowing the injured to fall heavily to the ground under the traction of heavy shackles.

If it weren't for the fact that the wounded man could still make low and weak moans, he would have looked like a corpse. Even the shocking wounds on his body could no longer bleed. It was obvious that he had been severely tortured in prison.

"I heard that no matter how tortured you are, you have to meet me in person before you are willing to tell me the origin of the black oil and the reason for your survival."

Shirwat leaned forward slightly, exposing his face that was originally shrouded in shadow, looking like a swollen toad.

"Now that I am in front of you, you should fulfill your promise. Don't worry, if the information you provide is actually useful and can help the federation avoid the heavy losses caused by those black oils, I will pardon you for deserting and let you You go back to your wife and children.”

"Sir, Elder..."

The injured man on the ground raised his face with all his strength, stared at Shirvat's toad face, and said as if he couldn't believe it: "Is it...really? The oldest and most powerful veteran of the Federation, Shirvat, Right in front of me?"

Shirwat frowned slightly. The other party's behavior was a huge transgression. He actually dared to call his honorable name without kneeling down. Normally, he would have been dragged out and beheaded in public.

But thinking of the black oil that was spreading in countless industrial sectors and the heavy losses that were being incurred every minute and every second, Shirwat still forced himself to say gently: "Yes, Federation citizen, I am right here with you. in front of me.”

"Is it...? That's really..."

A genuine and sincere smile appeared on the sunken cheek of the injured, and two streams of oil with strange light flowed out of the empty eye sockets without eyeballs: "Great! My mission is completed!"

Under the angry gazes of all the elders, the injured man shouted wildly. His voice was so majestic and magnificent that it didn't look like a dying wounded man at all. Instead, it seemed like a god was using his mouth to sing His own song. name!

"Praise the Sun! Praise the Emperor! Praise Om Messiah!"