For the soldiers of the Protos Space Fleet, the past two weeks have been both arduous and fulfilling.

Many soldiers honed their combat skills and developed many new technologies.

Meanwhile, although the Phoenix fighters suffered considerable losses, the pilots performed better and better in this tense away environment, showing varying degrees of improvement in their physical fitness and even evolutionary phenomena. It is hoped that some pilots with unsuitable mental frequencies have even improved and may be able to pilot the Colossus.

Originally, Li Shengyao had considered sending the fleet to destroy the desolate planet after the soldiers had gained some experience, or directly deploying a new generation of weapons of mass destruction. However, he suddenly received orders from Earth to preserve the planet's integrity as much as possible.

Given this, he leaned towards the second plan, which involved having the troops conduct a thorough cleanup to eliminate the invasive species from the entire planet.

Therefore, the entire battle lasted for nearly a month.

During this period, the Alien Civilization Alliance also attached great importance to this side. They inquired about the situation on the other side of space from the Protos fleet, and later directly requested that their reconnaissance ships be able to pass through the space rift maintained by the Protos Protos.

Li Shengyao had no reason to hide this and directly agreed to their request, allowing several reconnaissance ships to cross the spatial rift and reach the space outside that barren planet.

I originally thought it might be a space battle, or an attack on the remnants of that giant red worm.

What I didn't expect was a war of annihilation against the entire planet.

There are hundreds of millions of those monstrous red worms that can be seen, and there are countless of them on the entire planet. They are powerful and bizarre, and many of them can use spatial abilities, making them impossible to defend against.

The planet's environment is also extremely harsh, with space storms and magnetic field disturbances, and frequent earthquakes and overflowing filthy liquids.

They launched a counterattack with fewer than 20,000 troops and suppressed the situation to achieve final victory.

The Alliance of Civilizations did not understand why the Protoss had to wipe out the abominations on that planet in this way.

They are like ancient warriors with their own pride and glory, writing their own legends in this way.

To be honest, when those battlefield reports were forwarded to some of the central agencies of the Civilization Alliance, the various civilizations were shocked by the scene of the Protoss Protoss confronting a massive, overwhelming enemy force.

The psychological pressure alone in this situation could break the vast majority of warriors in any civilization.

The battle ended when the last remaining red worm was strangled from 20,000 meters underground.

After leaving a few men to hold the line, the large groups of Colossi and Phoenix fighters began their return journey.

The alien civilization's rear defense center, which uses information observation, and the people in some alien fleet ships still stationed there, can get a glimpse of the ferocity of the battle from the appearance of the returning Protos combat weapons.

The Protoss always left a sense of pride and cleanliness on all civilizations that came into contact with them. They never hunched over when speaking, even though they were exceptionally tall, and their clothing, including their weapons, was always impeccably neat.

However, the Phoenix fighters that returned after the battle were mottled, with most of the Titans and Phoenix fighters stained with blood, and the filthy blood of the monstrous creatures and the damage caused by the battle were everywhere.

Minert and all the crew members of his fleet watched in silence as the Protos warriors returned, flying at a steady speed toward their own fleet.

Despite their appearance as a defeated army, no one on Mintel's warship, including the other alien warships and ships left to observe, uttered a single word.

In stark contrast to their dilapidated and filthy appearance was the imposing presence of the Protos warriors.

Each of them was like a warrior who had fought his way out of a hell of corpses and blood. They remained silent to one another, but they brought an unprecedented amount of pressure to all the crew members on the Civilization Alliance spaceship, which was thousands of kilometers away.

They didn't even dare to speak loudly, as if doing so would attract the attention of those terrifying warriors.

This idea would seem ridiculous to someone in normal circumstances, as they had never experienced such intense tension in a battle against the aberrant beings. But this was the thought of all the alien soldiers present, including Mintel.

As the Protos warriors returned, the spatial rifts that had been maintained gradually disappeared until they were completely gone.

Although some warriors remain on the desolate planet, the magic network has already covered the area, so communication will not be cut off.

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On the capital planet of Dalos, preparations for the first sacrificial ceremony are finally complete. All other supplies have been efficiently allocated, and the most crucial element is simply the believers.

In this era of the Dalos Empire, finding qualified believers was undoubtedly difficult. Only by using semi-brainwashing methods and even enticing people with freedom could a sufficient number of new believers be "cultivated" from various prison thugs, vagrants, and other people in need, and thus be fully prepared.

At this time, information about the previous annihilation battle of the Protoss fleet had not yet spread, but the Xihui Sect obtained a holographic image through Inmar.

At this moment, a large group of believers were gathered in the huge temple square, ready to listen to the High Priest of Bama's new round of teachings.

The temple square is large enough and equipped with technologically advanced lift chairs that can be adjusted in a tiered arrangement. Combined with holographic adjustment glasses, this ensures that every worshipper sitting there can see the front.

Now, all the hundreds of thousands of chairs are full. The fact that so many believers were gathered in such a short time, regardless of whether there were any fake believers among them, fully demonstrates the abilities of High Priest Bama and Inmar.

The elderly and frail High Priest Bama seemed to have been rejuvenated, now full of energy and walking briskly. Dragging his priestly robe, which he designed based on ancient rare books, he walked step by step to the central high platform of the temple square, with seven or eight young priests following closely behind.

When Inmar saw the High Priest of Bama ascend the platform, he ordered the images to be projected into the control room of a high tower in the temple.

Footage of a battle between Protoss warriors on that desolate planet was played out without warning.

A blood-red storm, a trembling planet, the roar of death, swarms of insects...

Rays of energy intertwined with the slashing of swords, as blood-soaked warriors clashed in hell.

"For El!" The roar that shook the heart subsided.

With a flash of light, a magnificent Phoenix fighter jet was entangled by a thousand times more swarms of monstrous red worms. Before its comrades could come to its rescue, it was destroyed in golden specks of light.

When rested warriors rejoin the battlefield, and their declarations of faith resound, golden light from the outer void shines upon their machines, illuminating the Colossus or Phoenix fighters with a faint golden glow.