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Chapter 592 Is this really scientific?
Exorcism of the Dead, Mesmoke's Nest World
On the silent streets, two space necromancers wielding Gauss weapons were sweeping through the hive city.
The 184th Regiment of the Cardia Division landed on this planet a few days ago and began their battle against the space undead.

This group was led by the renowned psychic and prophet Reina of the Church of St. Doraemon. Most of its warriors were from the ancient Asfords and their descendants. These Sons of the Hive City were extremely skilled in urban warfare, and the Hive City was the best place for them to demonstrate their abilities.

Relying on their own abilities, faith, and Doraemon gadgets, they fought alongside the Astartes who had also landed on this planet.
A barely perceptible energy arrow suddenly pierced the air, and the metal head of one of the space undead exploded with a thud before collapsing to the ground.
Another space necromancer hurriedly searched for the direction from which the energy arrow had come, but before he could react, he also had a loud thud on his head and fell heavily to the ground.

Leiterling sniper Hobian Whitedeer slowly lowered the Ranger-type long-range sniper rifle in his hand.

This thing, which felt like bone and seemed almost alive, was something he won from an Elven Death God army using his marksmanship.
Eldar gadgets are really good. The undead have incredibly tough skulls; ordinary laser sniper rifles and large-caliber steel needles rarely kill them with a single shot. Neurotoxins are ineffective against these skeletons, and a mere Lytherin rat like him can't carry heavier weapons.

But the Eldar and the Necromancers are old rivals, and their weapons are largely designed to counter the Necromancers, often capable of killing them with a single shot. They are also lightweight enough to suit this short, old man perfectly.

Hobian White Deer twisted his body and pulled a LHO cigarette from his shirt pocket with his mouth.

Inhaling too much of this stuff is bad for your eyes. How could a sniper inhale this stuff? Lena, the boss, has scolded him for it countless times, but Hobbian White Deer has never changed his ways.

After all, one of his eyes was already a mechanical prosthetic eye, so how could smoking damage it?

He shifted his body, trying to light the cigarette in his mouth with the slightest movement, but half of his body still wouldn't obey him.
This is an old problem.

Back in Asford, while trying to snipe the Hive Tyrant, half of his body was corroded by a toxic spore fog. Although he was later cured, he was left with a minor ailment.

As he got older, this problem became more and more serious. Senior Sister Lena had advised him several times to step down and become an instructor or something similar.

But Hobian Whitedeer loved sniping, loved lying in the shadows, gun in hand, waiting for the enemy to come to him, then pulling the trigger and watching the enemy's panicked scramble in the instant of death.
Over the years, Hobian's marksmanship became increasingly proficient. He would sometimes even turn off his mechanical eye and rely purely on his intuition to snipe, yet he still managed to hit the bullseye every time.

Almost everyone he met couldn't match his marksmanship. He once had a marksmanship contest with a Dark Raven Guard company commander, and the result was a draw.

Apart from their Leylin champion, the great Saint Doraemon, and Boss Zhou Yun, no one has ever surpassed him in marksmanship.

Besides his love for sniping, another reason he persisted on the battlefield was that he was the last veteran of the 184th Cartier Regiment.
He wasn't from Asford; he was a veteran of the 184th Cardia Regiment, who had fought alongside General Drosst in the early days of interstellar warfare.

Of those veterans, some died on the battlefields of Asford, some fell on the battlefields of Cardia, some perished in the long campaigns, and some retired to become instructors. Only Hobian Whitehound remained on the battlefield.
He felt a kind of stubbornness in himself, and he felt that if he stepped down, wouldn't the former 184th Regiment of Kadia disappear completely in the torrent of history?
That's just how the Leytelins are: cunning, scoundrels, vengeful, and never willing to admit defeat.

Even though I'm almost a hundred years old.
The lighter slipped from Hobion's wrinkled fingers before he could even light it.
"Grass."

He cursed, but his voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Hobian White Deer suddenly felt weak and powerless all over.
Is it stasis?
His thinking faltered slightly.
Hobian was aware of this phenomenon; many members of the Astronaut Corps had experienced similar situations in the Neferim Sector.

However, the 184th Regiment of Qadia had a strong faith, and most of them were resistant to this phenomenon.
Hobian did have resistance, but it wasn't as strong as that of the Asfords. Perhaps it was because his faith wasn't firm enough, perhaps it was because he was too old, or perhaps it was simply because he was a demi-human.
"Old man, almost a hundred years old and still won't admit defeat, he's going to die here." Hobian cursed himself under his breath, leaning wearily against the wall, his will rapidly fading.

He sighed somewhat. Their mission was actually quite simple: to tear a gap in the battlefield and create a landing zone for the rest of the force. The mission was practically complete; the main force had already begun landing. Hobian was simply thinking of lingering a little longer to clear out the remaining space zombies for the majority.

It was such a simple task, yet he was about to collapse here.
It's unclear whether his brain reacted strangely due to the stasis effect.

In a hazy vision, he seemed to see General Drost, who had once led the 184th Regiment of Cadia.

Damn it, that old guy clearly died on Kadia, along with the Lord of Creed Castle.
Could it be because he stole his wine jug back then, and this old man has always held a grudge against him? Now that he's about to die, has he come looking for him?

He also saw many familiar faces; they were veterans of the 184th Regiment who had stayed behind in Kadia to cover the rear.
So many years have passed, yet they remain young and strong, as if time has left no trace on them.
This sent a shiver down Hobbian Whitey's spine; he realized that what he was seeing might not be a hallucination, but some kind of miracle.
This thought gave Hobian some strength back. He struggled to his feet, pressed himself against the window where he was hiding, and looked out at the street.
The Astral Army and the Cardia Assault Forces were marching. Their faces were resolute, bearing the marks of war, and they exuded the aura of Cardia. Their eyes were filled with unparalleled hatred, as if they had just come from the shattered Cardia and were eager to vent their hatred on humanity's enemies.

Hobian's eyes wavered as he stared in disbelief at the resolute, strong man standing shoulder to shoulder with General Drosst in the center of the army formation.
The man was wearing a Cardiac military uniform, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes burning with intensity.
Lord of Creed Fortress, the last guardian of Kadia, a mortal who led countless mortals to stop the Black Warmaster Abaddon.
Although in the end, Abaddon achieved his so-called victory by slamming Blackrock Fortress into Cardia and destroying the planet Cardia itself.

But to countless Kadia warriors, it was precisely a victory for the Lord of Creed Fortress.

How ridiculous that Abaddon the Great Raider had to abandon the precious Blackrock Fortress just to defeat a mortal.

Furthermore, Abaddon believed he had destroyed Cardia, but Cardia remained standing.
Those Cardian warriors went to all corners of the galaxy, passing on the name of Cardia time and time again. Even when the last warrior born in Cardia died, Cardia remained standing, and the name of the Lord of Cardia Hecrid Fortress would forever fight against the enemies of humanity.

Decades later, this legendary Cardian general has long since become a legend among the Star Guardians, a symbol of the Cardian spirit.
But now, he was actually standing in front of Hobien, as if a myth had come to life.

"Kadia stands strong!!!"

The battle cries of the Cardiah Assault Forces echoed across the battlefield.
The image of Kadia's disintegration that day lingered in the minds of every warrior, forming a powerful echo that included Hobian.

He felt a sudden surge of power within his previously stagnant body; it wasn't actual power, but a spirit, a burning soul.

"Kadia stands strong!!" Hobian roared hoarsely.

Almost instantly, all the Star Guardians on the planet felt the same power. They saw the figure of Lord Creed, felt the arrival of a miracle, and their longing for the Cardiah Assault Force and their faith in the Emperor and Doraemon were rekindled. Even those Star Guardians who had been in a state of stagnation were awakened again.

The French emperor Shemech of the Nihirak dynasty watched this scene with a somewhat bewildered expression.
Through the eyes of the space undead warriors and Netherworld constructs in various locations, Emperor Shemeh watched as the previously stagnant humans miraculously recovered, transforming into even more powerful soldiers who began to break through the undead's lines.
The Emperor had not anticipated this situation at all. How could a being with a soul move under the influence of the Anti-Supreme Heaven Matrix?
It's important to know that the planet he was stationed on was a crucial node on the edge of the Anti-Subspace Matrix. The intensity of its Anti-Supreme Celestial Force Field was enough to cause any sentient being to fall into a state of paralysis within half an hour of setting foot on the planet.

But this group of humans not only persisted longer than normal, but also recovered after falling into stasis simply by one person shouting a few times?

Is this scientific? Is this really scientific?
Even the ancient spirit race back then didn't have this ability, so how could you humans?

Is there something wrong with this race?
King Sheikh paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered the letter he had received earlier, the manifesto from Allah Kher.
Is it true that Doraemon will give souls to space spirits?

(End of this chapter)