Star Fort is not a city on the planet, but a transit station and dock floating in the void. All spaces are quite precious. The urban street sewage discharge system that ordinary cities should have does not exist in Star Fort. There are only temporary urban streets and a sewage discharge circulation system composed of steel and concrete.

The road Maximus has taken has been abandoned for many years, and the domestic sewage of many residents in the core area has been discharged here. It is dirty enough to make anyone's scalp numb, including those criminals who followed him, many of whom were originally from such a slum. Maximus turned a deaf ear to the criminals' requests and continued to walk near the battlefield in his own footsteps. Seeing that Maximus was unwilling to respond, the last few criminals who followed him looked at each other and turned around and left with the scepter of the riot suppression in the prison arsenal.

Maximus did not retain anything.

Others thought he knew where he was going, but in fact he was just following the guidance in his dream. He had no idea what he was looking for, but his intuition told him that what he found could save Atilan. This alone was enough to drive him forward. In any case, he thought he was the king of Atilan, and that kind and stupid brother had Atilan fallen into his current situation.

"I have to save them." Where no one saw it, Maximus turned his head and spoke to the wall beside him. Surprisingly, there were rows of human-faced statues on the wall used as a temporary urban sewage system, and Maximus was speaking to one of them. "Even if those stupid civilians think I am a betrayer, I am the king of Atiran after all. Their lives belong to me, not those human invaders. I am the king of Atiran, have I heard it? Those gunshots are ringing for me, and only I can ring the death knives for the royal family and Atiran! Yes, I am very angry, but I am also calm. I am not my stupid brother, I know what I should do..."

Maximus walked out of the sewage discharge system.

The rapid footsteps sounded from far to near, and the heavy and panicked breathing sounded like a blower turned on in the alley.

"No one of the royal members is willing to set foot in such a dirty place except me. The hypocritical brother only knows to sit on the throne and practices a glorious rule, and has no idea of ​​the evil land of Attilanli. "Maximus walked out of the corner at the right time, and he looked at the group of civilians wearing simple combat uniforms and weapons with interest. He judged the deserters from his intuition. After all, this route is not the shortest path to the battlefield, and only the residents living in the slums can clearly know this labyrinth-like narrow path.

"Hey!" he shouted at the deserter, "Where are you going, brother?"

Several weapons aimed at him, then put them down again, and the hostility disappeared in an instant. The few people holding the weapons laughed. Maximus had changed into civilian clothing, and the long-term malnutrition made him very thin. He looked like a poor man living in this area for a long time, not qualified to accept the Terregan mutation (or only accepted a small amount of Terregan mutation, which looked similar to ordinary humans), rather than a royal family member who could enjoy plenty of fresh food every day.

"Follow us, brother. The king wants us to go to the front line to die, and this place can't be stayed." The largest man in the team spitted on the ground, and it seemed that he was the leader of the team. Maximus could understand this phenomenon. During the war, only those who have violence could have a higher social status. "My cousin started in the field hospital. He told me that those with obvious mutant characteristics were dead, and only those who looked like humans could survive. We found a place to hide from the war, and when the war ended and the royal family died, we would be fine."

“Is there anything to eat?”

"Ha!" Several people in the team laughed. Obviously, it was not the first time they heard someone ask this question. "Yes, of course there are! Now the security forces are all surrounding the royal area, and there are no one guarding the vegetable farms and livestock farms. We plan to do a ticket to feed our wives and children. Although I don't like the woman assigned to me by the royal family, nor do I like my little boy, we have to feed them. Follow us, brother, we don't have much time left. If the front line is pushed here, those human soldiers will not show mercy when they see us holding weapons."

The team leader took out a nutrient block wrapped in a plastic sealed bag from his pocket, and the beige block had multiple tooth marks. "We will not give up any brother like those cold-blooded royal dogs." He deliberately slowed down his speech, "Eat, brother, only after eating is full can we have the strength to defend our lives."

"Thank you," Maximus said sincerely. He stretched out his hand full of sludge and held the arm of the team leader. The latter accepted it happily and even patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you so much," he said to everyone in the team. "The help you provide is crucial to me."

"I don't know you know these advanced words..."

The last sentence was not finished, and Maximus was not in the mood to listen.

Something was broken, and in the invisible world some will was forcibly modified and condensed, and the dark force glowing with black oil flashed through his eyes. Maximus barely suppressed the crazy idea of ​​tearing apart all creatures in front of him, let go of the arm of the overly burly leader of the team, and turned to the direction when the team came. The civilians holding weapons followed him silently, with their eyes losing their yearning for future life, their enthusiasm, and their concern for the current situation.

"Their limbs are manipulated by me, and their thoughts surrender to my will, which is their obligation." Maximus looked at the air beside him and murmured to himself. He took out a knife, cut a shallow wound on the man who was manipulated, and then used the wound to form words that he did not understand at all. The words form symbolic symbols, and they knew nothing about such pain. He did not know why he was doing this, he was just following his intuition. "Don't worry, I can accommodate more minds, I am stronger now, and I can forge these weak people into weapons of war, so that they can be invincible." He responded to the whisper in his ear, "Yes... I need to go to the front line, the villain clan and the ghost clan... Although they are disgustingly ugly, in this case they can only exert their strength in war."

Aparicha stared at the rolling black smoke rising not far away, and the flash of the hot melted bullets was clearly visible in the oil-black smoke. External fortifications have been built, and the mines, barbed wire, prefabricated trenches, laser turrets and other defense measures are all aimed at the alien settlements. With the help of large-scale engineering equipment, the fortifications in front of different alien settlements are all connected together, which facilitates the rapid mobilization between different offensive teams.

"A few more rounds of artillery attacks." Aparicia was not satisfied with the collapsed building.
Chapter completed!