Anconi Ben remained uneasy, but since things had co to this point, he decided not to obsess over it any longer.
After all, from this assembly hall to the bridge command, it was at most a distance of rely three hundred ters.
No matter what tricks those lapdogs of the false emperor had set up in the assembly hall, let them set it. Anconi Ben was confident enough to lead his team and recklessly charge through the three hundred ters.
With overwhelming confidence, he led his team and stepped into the assembly hall.
At that mont, gunfire erupted from all the passages leading to the assembly hall.
Even the route they had taken to get there was included in the ambush.
As expected, this place was just as he suspected—a trap. The mont they stepped in, enemies approached from all sides.
Furthermore, in every direction, his elite auxiliary forces, imbued with Chaos Divine Power, reported spotting traces of the Red Armored Phoenix.
These auxiliary forces, though mortals at their core, could hold a significant advantage against ordinary Navy Marine Corps. However, when facing the Phoenix Interstellar Warriors, they were as trivial as re clay chickens and pottery dogs, easily destroyed.
No matter how much Anconi Ben looked down on the current Phoenix, no matter how he derogatorily referred to them as "rookie eggs," they were legitimate Interstellar Warriors, not sothing ordinary mortal troops could contend with.
Yet...
"What of it? Lifting a stone only to drop it on your own foot!"
That was his assessnt.
He decisively ordered all the stationed auxiliary forces to hold their positions, defend to the death, and delay the advancing Phoenix as much as possible. Simultaneously, he led all his Ashen Dead in the charge toward the bridge spur.
The Interstellar Warriors were fast. When they all ran, the four hundred ters vanished almost in a blink.
You breakthrough quickly, but can you be faster than !
With such a thought, two hundred Ashen Dead charged forward at full speed.
But just as they entered the passage leading to the bridge, a splendid bolt of lightning streaked directly toward them from the end of the passage!
Anconi Ben reacted quickly, lowering his head and sidestepping, avoiding the strike. But an old Terminator behind him was not so fortunate.
Anconi Ben turned his head and saw a hollow about half a ter in diater appear in the chest of his combat brother.
The lightning had lted right through the thick frontal armor of the Terminator!
What kind of weapon was this?
Even a plasma cannon would hardly achieve this effect!
Could it be that the defending army on the starship had positioned a plasma cannon at the entrance of the bridge command, aid down the corridor?
Were they not afraid the plasma cannon would blast through their own starship?!
"Careful, it's a Psychic," warned a War Faction Wizard at that mont. After saying this, the wizard added, "Not just any Psychic, a powerful one."
Anconi Ben was about to speak when the roar of bombardnt guns echoed from the other end of the corridor.
Imdiately following, he and his Terminator Squad heard continuous sounds of bombardnt hitting them.
However, at the sa ti, without any need for his orders, the veterans ferociously retaliated.
A normal bombardnt gun, though damaging, was not significantly so against Terminator Powered Armor; in contrast, the larger caliber Heavy Bomber Guns or even the Revolver Grenade Cannons held by the Terminators had the capability to inflict lethal damage on ordinary Interstellar Warriors in tactical armor.
In terms of armor and firepower, the two sides were not equal. Even if the opponent pulled out a lt gun or plasma gun, the situation wouldn't change much. Admittedly, these types of weapons posed a bigger threat to Terminators, but they fired slow and had relatively limited firepower density. Any Phoenix daring to charge their weapons to attack them would likely die from the Terminators' firepower first.
Yet, the reality once again surprised him!
In front of him, at the other end of the corridor, a brilliant blue light mbrane suddenly appeared, continuously blocking their firepower.
This light mbrane resembled an energy shield, but he knew it absolutely was not.
If it were an energy shield, it could only be a mini shield at most, otherwise, it could not be positioned here; and if it were just a mini shield, then it wouldn't be able to block the combined firing of the Terminators and the many Ashen Dead behind them.
Could it be the "powerful Psychic" the War Faction Wizard had warned him about?
But wasn't that a bit too powerful?
During this process, another bolt of lightning struck, and another Terminator veteran fell.
By now, Anconi Ben was sowhat panicked.
He lifted his head and saw two figures under that brilliant blue light that greatly attracted his attention.
One of them was a person dressed in the bright Red Armored Phoenix Powered Armor, donning a black and white skull helt.
Although the face was not shown, Anconi recognized him imdiately—that was Priest Chief Rizzo of the Phoenix Battle Group.
He was soone who had provided him considerable help during his career as an Interstellar Warrior.
It was as if he could feel the cold gaze through the skull helt.
This psychological pressure even made him turn his head away, daring not to et their gaze.
The other striking figure was a man dressed in a general's uniform.
He did not look particularly tall, just a normal mortal stature.
However, the dazzling blue light in his eyes was terrifying.
The mont he made eye contact with those eyes, Anconi Ben felt his soul tremble.
This trembling of the soul was not only from a direct impression of power but sothing deeper.
Most directly, the power of Chaos God's Grace, which he used to feel at every mont from the Tyrant's Divine Realm, had greatly receded under the direct gaze of this man.
Was this the "powerful Psychic" the War Faction Wizard had spoken of?
At that mont, the voice of the War Faction Wizard resounded in his mind again:
"Charge, kill him up close, I can only hold on for a little while..."
His voice was filled with pressure and pain.
Anconi Ben could not rember when he had last heard his War Faction Wizard in such a condition.
Previously, that guy had been the Chief Think Tank of the Battle Group, possessing strong Psychic Power along with a sturdy physique of an Interstellar Warrior, more powerful than a so-called A-class Psychic among normal humans.
Not to ntion, after they embraced the Tyrant, receiving the grace of Chaos Divine Power, and getting closer to Subspace, the forr Chief Think Tank, now Chief War Faction Wizard, had beco even more powerful in his psychic abilities.
It was only because the Tyrant did not favor Psychic powers, preferring the power of blood and fire, otherwise, if he had sided with one of the other great powers, the Chief Wizard's power could have beco even more formidable.
But even so, since leaving the Phoenix, Anconi had never seen too many individuals who could match the War Faction Wizard in terms of Psychic Power.
But now, the War Faction Wizard was not talking about how long it would take him to defeat this mortal, but how he couldn't hold on much longer against this mortal?!
That was unimaginable to him.
However, now was not the ti to be astonished.
He had never thought that a Psychic, a mortal, would beco the biggest obstacle in what he had thought would be an easy battle. But then, the cruelty granted by the Evil God's grace surged in him at that mont.
And he had no intention of controlling it.
Now was exactly when he needed this powerful impulse!
"Charge!" he yelled, taking the lead!
All the Ashen Dead charged with him!
They even gave up continuing to shoot, Chain Saw Swords, Flesh-Tearing Battle Axes, Skull-Crushing Warhamrs... a variety of fierce and barbaric lee weapons erged in their hands!
They would end it with close combat!
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