Several huge warships gradually approached Urna. The size of these large warships made the surrounding fighter fleet look extremely small, but the warships were so inconspicuous in front of the huge Urna structure. This strong contrast made the Marines sitting in the cabin of the warship waiting to land silent - because in the face of all this, they might be the smallest.

Jim Renault also sat there, silently. His mask projected the scene outside the battleship, allowing him to see the situation of the landing warships approaching Urna in real time--no enemy blocking them, the artillery of the warships swayed gently and ready to fire at any time. The escort fighter fleet was flying like an eagle patrolling the territory, but the enemy did not appear.

Although Jim is not a good military strategy and does not understand [Half-crossing attack], he still understands that the landing troops were the most vulnerable during the period before they landed. Therefore, the enemy has not intercepted him now, which makes him feel very bad, because it means that he may encounter two situations next: the first is that the enemy has done what he needs to do and left; the second is that the enemy has prepared a grand trap to annihilate them in one breath, not to fight away, but to annihilate them.

His mind turned a few times and he might encounter some situations. He felt a little irritated. In order to calm himself and divert some attention, Jim turned his head to look at Tex, who was sitting next to him, who was sorting out his weapons. His old friend who had known for many years still had a weapon style. When others were holding new rifles with beautiful lines, he was still wiping his Gatling cannon.

"Why are you still holding your broken thing for giving birth?" Jim laughed and poked Tex with his elbow.

Tex grinned at the old friend's teasing, spewing out a large cigar smoke, and then he reached out to take out a golden bullet from the huge ammunition box at his feet. The bullet was so thick and long that it dwarfed the cigar in Tex's mouth. Tex held the bullet and shook Jim, saying in a low voice:

"Oh, Jimmy, what you should know most is that the important thing is not appearance, but inner self. The inner self of the old Tex gun is very different now. Do you know, I did a conversion, and now I have to put this bullet in our hometown at least 200 credit points per round, and his fire rate is 6,000 rounds per minute. Do you know what this means?"

"What?" Jim raised an eyebrow.

"I fire for ten seconds, and the 200,000 credit points will be gone."

"so………..?"

"So, this is the romance of men, Jimmy, I can solve all your problems in ten seconds." Tex patted his weapon and grinned happily.

"When you burn out your ammunition in ten seconds, the next battle will be more than ten seconds."

"You're so boring, Jimmy," facing the old partner's doubts, Tex squirted a heavy sip of cigar smoke, and patted Jim's thigh. "Listen, you just think so. A few years ago, we were drinking inferior wine in places like villain Wayne or Naizi Tornado, and living a day and night out. It's really exciting, but, look, now, it's more exciting than before, with harder battles to fight, and eating well and drinking well, and there are many guarantees. Do you think we could think of it a few years ago?"

"Of course I didn't expect it, but what does it have to do with your gun being able to fire for ten seconds and the next difficult battle?"

"Maybe I don't need to fire for ten seconds, and the problem will be solved? I mean, is there any difference in essence what will happen in ten seconds and what will happen in a few hours? They are all damn we can't foresee, because these unforeseeable things are meaningful to be as anxious as you?"

"When the fuck did you become a philosopher, Tex?"

Jim laughed and scolded Tex and punched him. The old friend's teasing made him free from his previous anxiety and tension. He refocused on rational thinking and checking the state of weapons and equipment-the warships maintained the Geller force field and slowly approached a relatively flat and empty landing point inside Urna.

Just when everyone thought they wouldn't encounter any enemy's interception, Urna's stretching out suddenly burst out with fierce interception fire!

In the first few seconds, the warships responsible for landing thought they had plunged into the heavy rain. Thousands of shining light spots flew out from the depths of Urna with shiny trajectories, and plunged head by head into the warships responsible for landing. The posture was like hail, or like a meteor shower. Every light spot exploded into a violent energy group when it hits the warship girls or explodes near them.

The Klein force field of the warship girls lit up faint ripples. Looking at the intercepting fire from the ground, Lexington, who was responsible for commanding the fleet, sent a calm signal:

"Target, enemy ground photon turret position, coordinates, dg-1, 700 Northwest, Wisconsin, North Carolina!"

The two major warships that were named immediately came forward, the artillery doors and missile silos opened one after another, and the artillery fire and missiles flashed away. In a short time, the Patai, which was still firing photon shells, turned into wreckage in the flash and explosion. Some of the turrets became fish that escaped the net, and they shot two more rounds, but they were soon called by the major warships that performed fire support missions, and were completely silent.

"It's no problem to log in," Lexington gasped, "but why are there only some unmanned fully automated turrets?"

If the opponent's purpose was to snipe the landing force, the firepower would be too weak. The scale of the unmanned turret position... No matter how you think about it, just as Lexington was thinking, the screen in front of her lit up, Jim Renault's face appeared. Facing the commander-in-chief's brother, plus the command of the landing force, Lexington immediately consulted the other party's opinion.

"I think the other party has the possibility of setting up a maze," Jim was silent for a moment. "Considering that the other party is the evil god who is best at tricks, perhaps the other party just wants us to fall into doubts that keep going around. In this way, the other party will have enough time to do what they want."

"Perhaps, there is really something amazing about it later. If you land now......" Lexington pondered.

At this moment, a sound that sounded cheerful but at the same time revealed a firm breath rang on the bridge:

"I'll go down and take a look in person. I'll make sure there's no problem. I'll send a team to log in first."

The image jumped out, and Lexington immediately bent down and bowed slightly when he saw the image, because it was Rosett, the extra-staff saint of the Battle Nun Church who followed the action.

In the old empire period, a living saint was almost impossible to complete, because if you want to become a living saint, you must be innocent, pure, and impossible to be corrupt, tolerant, vigilant, kind, merciless to sinners, and be generous, May Fourth, modesty, heroic, fair...

A living saint can basically be said to be purer than the emperor himself...

As the empire entered the multiverse, after the resurrection of the God Emperor, the Divine Emperor, whose power increased significantly, also relaxed the conditions for the living saints and better returned his own power from living beings to some excellent individuals in the living beings for use. Now the living saints have spread throughout the multiverse. They are power angels on the order side and a bright beacon of hope.

However, although the conditions have been relaxed, not everyone can be a living saint. For example, the reason why the saint Rosette in front of her was that she personally completely influenced a great demon named Crono, who was completely transformed into a creature purer than an angel.

This great achievement was enough to make Lexington respect her very much. After hearing that the living saint was going to explore the way herself, Lexington was relieved. It should be very safe to continue the living saint...

But in the next second, a sudden change occurred!

The living saint Rosette suddenly knelt on the ground in pain. She felt only a wave of empty power-the projection of power sent from the God Emperor disappeared without a trace!

On the throne of the gods in the subspace, the God Emperor frowned gently. Just now, he also felt that there was a living saint who had lost contact with him.

This is something that has never happened before.

"The temple communicates across the world, interrupting..."
Chapter completed!