Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 717 The Cautious Nan Yan

The evil gods of the High Heavens let out satisfied laughter.

They achieved a resounding victory in their first battle.

The souls of more than a dozen reincarnators were swirling in their hands.

The cold sun sighed as it encountered their combined resistance.

He cannot save everyone.

"Too late, you cursed one," the strategist scoffed.

"You can't save that many."

A small part of Suman's soul was gripped by the cold sun.

He desperately wanted to know what incomprehensible arrangements the supreme god of the outer realms had made.

What right do such frail mortals have to become pioneers?

The five gods of the highest heaven simultaneously penetrated the souls of these reincarnated beings.

Then, ptooey!

They threw their souls out as if they had all swallowed flies at the same time.

“Utterly worthless,” the red war god said angrily.

"The supreme god is playing tricks on us!"

"Is that all?" Even the strategist couldn't understand.

Why would the supreme deity send these weak and ignorant mortals here, who are powerless and know nothing, as if they were simply on vacation?

It should be noted that the four Chaos Gods only gathered together during the Great Rebellion ten thousand years ago.

But this time, in order to stop the Reincarnators, they gathered together again for the first time ever, and even the Emperor went to the battlefield in person, just to support the Reincarnators and gain the advantage.

did not expect.

The first batch of reincarnators were useless trash who could be dealt with by any random demon.

Worthless waste.

At present, they cannot project much power into reality.

In order to intercept the reincarnators, they also relied on the Chaos Believers who filled the galaxy to establish a search network, which came at a great cost.

If every reincarnator had protective measures, the evil gods would not be able to detect their presence immediately.

After all, the souls of reincarnators never leave a projection in the warp.

Fortunately, these people were stupid enough, and the evil gods put in a lot of effort.

But all that painstaking study yielded were these useless souls.

There was no intelligence, no secrets, and no clues.

They read the story of a good-for-nothing who hides in the God Space and lives on welfare.

The Sandbar team didn't exchange much intelligence with other teams; besides messing around with women, they just abused newcomers.

Even the Central Plains team, which the Supreme Heavens longed for, sent a letter to the Sandbar team.

But that bastard threw it away without even glancing at it.

Throw it away!!
Even if you don't watch it, we still want to!

The five gods confronted each other for a while, uttered a few harsh words, and then left again.

The four giant shadows slowly disappeared.

The cold sun lingered for a while, then eventually set off.

The planet returned to darkness.

The moon-white robe lay there quietly, spotless.

A hand picked up the robe.

"A surprise."

A dark Eldar set foot on this land, looking around at the corpses with a mixture of surprise and regret.

"They're all damaged."

"It has no collectible value."

"What a pity."

He then turned his gaze to the moon-white robes, a smile appearing on his face.

“That’s really good, a completely different energy circuit.”

"Is this what a reincarnator is?"

"This item is destined to be the crown jewel of my collection."

He grinned and put it away.

After he finished doing that, he looked around and noticed the watch on the corpse.

The obvious technological creation immediately piqued his interest.

He placed his finger on the watch, a surge of electricity coursed through him, and lines of code instantly appeared in his eyes.

"Wow, that's amazing—" He hadn't even had a second to exclaim in amazement.

The next moment, unsurprisingly, with a bang, his body exploded, and at the same time, all the emergency clones he had set up in the nearby star field exploded.

In the collection hall, Tarachin suddenly woke up.

"What? God, do you have to be so stingy?" he said, dissatisfied.

The moment he glimpsed the true logic of the supreme god, he felt the threat of death.

Although he was essentially just a program carrying memories, that power was enough to erase him across the universe.

If he hadn't deleted the relevant memories in time, he would be dead now, truly dead.

It is impossible for a program to escape.

“Sir, you don’t seem to be sleeping well,” said the elderly librarian.

“Kromar!” Tarasin tapped his hard head.

"Did I just fall asleep?"

Cloma, the ninety-year-old librarian from Serenade Star, nodded.

"Sir, you dozed off."

Tarasin let out a soft breath; the power of the supreme god had directly caused him to crash—it was truly terrifyingly strong.

He glanced at the dazzling array of collectibles and immediately felt utterly bored.

Ancient orcs, royal guards, millennia-old veterans, and insectoids, though precious, are utterly incomparable to creations from the outer universe.

He now understood why the Chaos God and the Emperor didn't even glance at these extraterrestrial creations.

Because they are cunning and calculating, these creations are time bombs.

However, for the first time, the Endless One, Tarasin, who possessed an endless lifespan, felt a strong curiosity arising within his logic. It was not given to him by the code, but rather it was a lingering emotion from the race known as the Fearful Ones.

At that moment, he felt as if he had come back to life.

The Reincarnator's first battle was brief and comical, barely causing a ripple before he was crushed to death in his birthplace by the combined forces of the Chaos Gods.

But in the Milky Way, the perceptive races and gods have begun to sense that a cataclysmic change is about to occur in this universe.

That was a change that had never happened in the past hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of millions of years.

The true extraterrestrial demon has arrived.
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Neos opened his eyes.

What appeared to be underground pipes were surrounded by steaming pipes and dilapidated wiring.

At the same time, a foul stench emanated from the air, as if the room had not been ventilated for a long time.

"It stinks!" a short-haired, capable woman said, covering her nose.

A blue glint flashed in Niels' eyes: "Have you forgotten what I just said?"

"I'm sorry, Captain." The capable woman instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

She immediately put on a helmet.

“Air, images, sounds—each could be a source of pollution.” Neos looked around at everyone.

"If someone slips up and gets targeted by those things, don't blame me for being ruthless."

No one in the cycle of reincarnation could look directly into his blue eyes.

"Understood, Captain."

Neos sighed inwardly; these newcomers, who had never seen the all-pervasive nature of chaos, were far too unguarded.

As one of the characters who suffered a major setback right from the start in The Lord of the Rings, Neos has made the most thorough preparations this time.

Each person's mental protective gear.

Each person's anti-psychic special equipment.

Each person's independent survival system.

Numerous warning symbols.

Especially for Xue Ling'er, a spiritual power user, the protection extended to her teeth.

At least according to Neos's estimation, unless the Great Demon turns on them or they enter the Warp, even an evil god wouldn't be able to influence them through the veil.

Neos even redeemed a hidden item of causality worth S-rank.

They were extremely cautious.

He glanced at his watch and said, "The Sandbar team arrived 15 months ago, and the West Sea team arrived 13 months ago..."

"Senzhou..."

"The Arctic team will arrive in 3 months..."

He chuckled softly, "Gonnie has improved quite a bit too."

"The East American team will enter the world in 18 months..."

"The East China Sea team will enter the world stage in 28 months..."

Neos was slightly dissatisfied. He hadn't expected that Nan Yan, which he had painstakingly built up, would only be in the upper-middle tier at the end of the war.

But they lack a fourth-order one, which is their shortcoming.

"Team Celestials will enter the world in 12 years..."

Neos's pupils contracted slightly; the gap was surprisingly long.

However, considering the storyline of Galaxy Dimensions, it is indeed quite reasonable.

"The Demon Team will enter the world in 20 years..." "The Demon Team, truly terrifying." Neos muttered to himself. Finally, he saw that name.

"The Central Continent Team will enter the current world in 26 years."

26...

Neos felt a sudden ache in his teeth.

The sheer terror of the Zhongzhou team clearly puts them a whole level above the second-place Demon team.

Moreover, he instinctively sensed that there was something wrong with this timing.

Just as he was pondering what the problem was, a strange voice rang out.

Bang!

Everyone immediately went on high alert.

“Xue Ling’er, you can use mental scanning within a safe range,” Neos said.

"Do not cross the line, do not be curious, and stick to your principles."

Xue Ling'er's expression wasn't good either. She was also a victim, and she didn't want to experience being completely controlled from her soul to her body again.

Her mental energy slowly extended outwards. With her current Tier 3 gene lock and dual A-level mental energy skills, Xue Ling'er's mental energy scanning range could cover an entire continent.

“Neo, we are now at the bottom of a hive city.”

"Wait, there seems to be some mutants up there, and a few gene stealers too!"

"No, there are also traces of Chaos Cultists!" Xue Ling'er said with lingering fear.

“A group of defense troops are holding their ground in Shangchao.”

"However, the situation is very bad!"

"Hehe." Neos took a bite of a piece of chocolate.

"The main god is really generous to throw us directly into the battlefield."

"Fortunately, we were well prepared."

Ever since entering the Demon Realm, Nils has seemed to have developed a persecution complex, trying every possible way to conceal himself from the very beginning of entering the Main God Space, whether by having Xue Ling'er's spirit shield him or through other means.

He was really afraid that he would be born in someone else's lair as soon as he entered, and would be killed and devoured without even knowing it.

"Advance slowly, clear the fields and fortify the defenses!" Neos said.

"Put on your helmets and use your weapons to kill those Chaos bastards from a distance!"

"Don't communicate with them!!"

"understand!"

“Then, let’s begin!” Neos crushed a piece of dark chocolate and said expressionlessly.
-
The Limitless Starfield, Tyrell.

This is an industrial planet with three massive hive cities that produce agricultural equipment for the surrounding star system, as well as basic equipment for the Imperial Navy.

Of the millions of worlds ruled by the Empire, Tyrell wasn't particularly bad; it was generally peaceful, though certainly far inferior to the Garden World.

The lower classes are being exploited to the point of continuous exploitation.

Industrial pollution has caused mutants to roam freely in the bottom nest.

In addition, there was the instigation of the Chaos cultists.

Finally, a riot that swept across the entire planet broke out.

The simultaneous uprisings of Chaos, the insects, and the mutants have stretched the existing defense forces thin.

If it weren't for an Astartes Chapter that happened to be resting there, this planet would probably have already fallen.

The Wanyan Chapter is neither rich nor poor, with a moderate number of members. They have not participated in any famous battles and are considered a minor chapter in the Astartes Chapter.

The gene seed of the Perfected Ones Legion comes from the Ultra Warriors.

But as everyone knows, the Empire is now full of Ultramarines, and they have no special value.

Therefore, the battle group leader put his mind to the organization of the battle group.

The battle group is divided into several companies, collectively known as Dalian, and has companies such as company champions, battle group champions, and honor guards.

It has a retro feel to it.

Therefore, in Dalian, a battle group of only a little over a hundred people, there were actually two company-level champions.

But now, even a hundred Astartes plus two champions are not enough to stop the growing number of cultists, mutants, and bugs.

This time, they finally met their match.

Although they closed the underground passage in time, many cunning thieves still appeared at Shangchao. These thieves were extremely powerful, and because of the surprise attack, some of the combat brothers had not completed their weaponry, resulting in the annihilation of ten combat brothers, along with thousands of defense troops, in an instant.

That's fine.

Those cultists really did summon the demons.

Of course, demons mostly exist in the form of possession, but their combat power should not be underestimated.

To make matters worse, traitors joined the war.

Dozens of traitors from a Chaos Warband have been airdropped, and most of the fighting brothers have been tied up in the fortress on the other side.

"Has the warband's communication been restored?" Company Commander Arius asked, frowning, after remotely destroying a squad of cultists.

They came to collect supplies, but unexpectedly, they didn't receive any and were forced to participate in a war they weren't adequately prepared for.

“The nearest subspace has stirred up some ripples,” said Adams, a think tank member.

"I can't be sure whether the message was sent or not."

Arius also understood that the appearance of a demon would be a terrible event for the empire.

Moreover, this planet is extremely important, and the Empire will not easily give it up.

But they persisted for five Terra days.

Forget about our chapter brothers, we haven't even seen a single ship from the Astral Army or the Imperial Navy.

The defense forces were completely depleted in the previous wars. Now only some militia remain.

To be able to keep firing in the face of that terrifying demon is already the mark of the elite among elites.

Most mortals lose all reason the moment they see that terrifying demon.

“By the Emperor,” Arius sighed softly.

"Glory will live on forever."

Arius understood that humanity had suffered far too much, and the emperor had far too many things to watch over.

To them, every single person is the emperor's currency.

Now it's time to toss that coin.

Just then, a blue light flashed.

In a flash, Arius grabbed his explosive pistol and opened fire.

"Everyone, prepare to fire!"

boom!
The slugs fired simultaneously, and a group of figures appeared in the blue light.

Neos didn't expect to be bombarded with firepower as soon as he teleported, but a powerful magic array blocked the wave of bombs.

He was armed to the teeth, not only with two A-grade protective items, but also with many enhanced protective spells.

"Humans?" Arius was stunned.

But he quickly realized what was happening.

"A psionicist?"

Astartes became alert, pointing their explosive rifles at Neos and his group.

“We mean no harm.” Neos spread his hands to show he was harmless.

"We have a common enemy, namely the scum of chaos."

“Clumsy!” Arius waved his hand.

The fighting brothers flanked from both sides, while Adams, the sole think tank, prepared psionic lightning, ready to launch a crushing attack.

But they suddenly stopped.

A head rolled down in front of them.

They are gene thieves.

Another head rolled over.

He was a cult leader who had previously appeared on the front lines.

A third head rolled over; it was Chaos Astartes.

"Three gifts to greet you."

“Can you trust us now, warrior?” Neos said.

"The Emperor is above."

"It was the Emperor who guided us here."

He continued reciting the scriptures as usual.

Neos knew firsthand just how obsessed and irrational the humans of this world could be.

They instinctively doubt everything.

But one's faith in the emperor cannot be faked.

This behavior successfully dispelled most of Arius's vigilance.

The Wanyanzhe Warband is not one of those fanatic warbands.

Influenced by the father of genetics, extreme warriors always weigh the pros and cons and are good at cooperating.

Sometimes, the bottom line is quite flexible.

"I had no idea that there was a psionicist in this world who was at least a beta level."

Arius said.

“Now I have it, warrior,” Neos said. “You don’t need to ask any more questions.”

"We have a secret."

"But rest assured, we are absolutely loyal to the Emperor."

"What is your purpose?" Arius put down his bomb gun.

"Purpose?" Neos asked slowly.

"Then it is naturally to take revenge on Chaos."

(End of this chapter)