Chapter 780 The final battle

A Thunderhawk gunboat with the Midnight Lords' insignia flew through the atmosphere, and then slowly docked on Xerxes' Glorious Queen-class battleship. Then, accompanied by Sevatar, Curze walked into the battleship.

"Lord of the Eighth Legion, the Midnight Bat - Conrad Curze!" Xerxes stared at the brother in front of him who was half a head shorter than him with a sharp gaze, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.

His eyes slowly and carefully scanned the creepy decorations on the other person's body.

Conrad Curze was covered in a thick armor as dark as night, inlaid with all kinds of strange, twisted and deformed alien limbs.

These alien bodies seemed to still retain signs of life, but they were unable to break free from their restraints and could only tremble and groan in endless pain.

This cruel and weird costume undoubtedly highlights Conrad Coates' unique and perverted aesthetic and personality.

Xerxes frowned slightly and continued, "Your style is really unique. You actually like to force the aliens' bodies onto your armor and let them suffer eternal torture. This really suits you and your legion." After that, he slowly put away the gleaming scimitar in his hand and gently flicked the scabbard.

In an instant, an invisible force emanated from the scabbard. The demon that originally lived in the scimitar felt this breath and suddenly became panicked and hid in a hurry.

You know, this demon has restrained a lot of its former arrogance since it was severely punished by Yang Cheng with his powerful spiritual power.

Moreover, it was usually a bullied character in the subspace. After finally escaping to the real world, it was ruthlessly bullied by Yang Cheng again.

Now facing the pressure emanating from Xerxes, this poor demon didn't even dare to breathe.

At this moment, the demon couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart. He felt that he had brought shame to the demon clan.

But unfortunately, whether it was Yang Cheng or Xerxes, their fists, which were full of love but as powerful as thunder, could always easily crush any thoughts of resistance.

Therefore, this unfortunate demon had no choice but to put away his unrealistic ideas and curl up obediently deep in the scabbard, praying not to annoy these two terrible beings again.

"It doesn't matter. Since our goal is to kill those aliens, why not let them linger on the road to death for a while longer?" Koz stared expressionlessly at Xerxes who was looking him up and down in front of him, and his low and slightly hoarse voice slowly sounded.

Hearing this, Xerxes frowned slightly, but soon relaxed his brows and said lightly: "It's up to you, but don't delay your business because you are busy killing the enemy." After that, he waved his hand casually, signaling Koz to keep up with his pace.

The two walked side by side, and the metal floor beneath their feet made a crisp sound. "Brother Horus is already on guard at the outskirts of the Ultramar system. According to our previous speculation about the enemy's marching route, Horus should be able to successfully intercept that guy." Xerxes introduced the current situation to Coze as he walked, his eyes always fixed on the front, never leaving for a moment.

Koz nodded to show that he understood, and secretly wondered what the chances of success were for this operation.

"If only Brother Magnus were here, he could use his psychic power to crush the enemy to death." Xerxes said with a sigh.

"I remember my father told us that only after we completely destroy the enemy's body in the real universe can he destroy her soul in the subspace." Curze added.

The fleets of Curze and Xerxes are advancing at almost the speed of light in the Ultramar system. Guilliman's fleet has been transferred to deal with the demon army. According to Xerxes' idea, the next battle will be a three-way encirclement and annihilation of the enemy by Curze, himself, and Horus.

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"The analysis is complete and it is evolving for you." As Serrik's voice sounded, Yura's body was quietly immersed in the huge biological pool.

The entire pool was filled with a thick, milky white mucus that seemed to have life, tightly wrapping around Yura's body.

The mucus flowed along the texture of her skin, gradually covering every inch of her corner, including those originally hideous wounds.

At this time, the wound that was cruelly torn open by Koz on Yulana was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye under the effect of the biological pool.

The newly formed granulation tissue is like the tender shoots breaking through the soil in spring, growing tenaciously and connecting the damaged tissues bit by bit.

Suddenly, Yura opened her eyes and cursed angrily, "Damn it, damn it, the Warp creature!" She stood up from the pool of creatures while cursing. Because the movement was too violent, a splash of mucus was brought up.

At this moment, a strong mental wave entered Yura's mind. It was the wailing of the chief brain worm of the second Zerg fleet she arranged.

Obviously, this support fleet suffered a devastating disaster and was completely wiped out by the enemy.

However, faced with such heavy losses, Yura did not show the slightest sign of panic.

Because for the Zerg with strong reproductive and regenerative abilities, as long as the core strength remains, they can rebuild a large-scale fleet anytime and anywhere.

"The most urgent task is to get rid of the Empire's pursuit. These guys are simply crazy!" While cursing, Yura used the Zerg vision to closely observe the situation of other Zerg fleets.

However, what made her despair was that the situation of each Zerg fleet was extremely bad at this time.

The Imperial warships returned to the rescue as quickly as a tide, and they poured into the Ultramar system continuously through the space bridges installed in various system systems.

Those silver-white star destroyers were like ferocious beasts, exuding a terrifying aura.

Just one salvo can easily turn a Zerg battleship into a pile of charred meat.

What is even more terrifying is that in addition to the Star Destroyers, there are also a large number of battleships of various models.

These steel giants are densely packed together to form an indestructible line of defense.

Jura knew very well that facing such a powerful enemy, if he could not come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible, the entire Zerg fleet would be doomed.

But at this moment, time was running out and the situation was critical, and her brain was working fast, trying to find a way to survive.

However, the appearance of the Primarch's Queen of Glory-class battleships undoubtedly broke Yura's last straw.