Chapter 145 Thunder Guard

This fleet consists of a giant cruiser, two ordinary cruisers, and more than 20 frigates.

Behind them are more than a dozen large transport ships.

Those warships are enough to plunder any planet in the star zone!

Now, the fleet from afar is hovering over the hive city unscrupulously, which can be said to be extremely arrogant.

The citizens of Ers star looked up at these behemoths, as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts, and they were panicked.

At this moment, the people of Ers star recalled the fear of being dominated by the empire's tax collection fleet, and the suffering and despair that followed.

On the bridge of the giant cruiser, the fleet commander looked at the planet below with a grim smile:

"The data is right, this is really a wealthy planet..."

The tall royal guard behind him had a stern face:

"The planet that can bear the first-class superior tax is almost comparable to Mattila"

"Our great Majesty should really increase the tax on this planet, don't you think?"

The royal guard did not respond to the fleet commander. They would not say too much when it comes to the topic of His Majesty.

The fleet commander was asking for trouble, but he did not dare to offend the royal guard.

These damn genetically engineered warriors represent the governor of the star zone, now the great emperor of the Goli star zone.

It is said that the combat effectiveness of these people is enough to match those powerful space warriors.

In this star zone, they are invincible!

"Sir, you can land now."

The fleet commander changed the subject and gave a slight reminder:

"Don't kill too many people this time.

If you kill too many local ruling bloodlines, it will cause long-term chaos and affect tax revenue."

Last time on Chak Star, this group of damn genetically engineered warriors almost slaughtered the local royal family.

This forced them to leave some people behind to handle the subsequent stability maintenance work.

After all, their goal is to collect taxes so that the planets in the star zone can fulfill this sacred obligation for a long time.

Although the means are a bit rough, I still hope it can last for a long time.

It is enough to kill a group of people and deter those damn natives.

The Royal Court Guard did not respond to the words of the fleet commander, and led the team to the landing ship in silence.

He could not make a guarantee.

The Royal Court Guard contains bloodthirsty genes.

If those ignorant natives dare to disrespect His Majesty, they can't control themselves.

The fleet commander looked at the landing ship carrying the Royal Court Guards heading to the ground.

These people have an extremely contemptuous attitude towards the planet Ers.

This is a planet without even a warship, and they have no right to resist at all.

All they can do is to crawl at the feet of the great emperor and hand over all their wealth!

...

Sacred Square.

The landing ship ignored all the requests for berthing from the Royal Court District and flew towards the square at high speed.

Ron looked at the flying landing ship with a gloomy face.

This is a very serious humiliation.

Or they don't care about any reaction from the Royal Court District at all.

The landing ship landed in the square abruptly, and the huge airflow of the ship knocked down the surrounding citizens.

Many people were injured.

Ron was a little angry, and felt more and more strange in his heart.

This is not the style of the navy fleet.

Because after all, he is also the governor of the empire.

The necessary respect and face must be given.

After that, Ron saw the green snake emblem on the landing ship.

His heart sank immediately:

Such a symbol should not appear on the empire's navy fleet, only private soldiers will be marked with family marks.

This means that the governor of the star region may have betrayed the empire and seized the fleet while being isolated by the subspace storm.

Or the senior officers of the fleet may have colluded with the governor of the star region.

In the lawless place of the dark side of the empire, anything can happen.

Whether it is bewitched or for survival.

Those ambitious people will never miss this opportunity.

This can't be settled peacefully...

These people came all the way to Ers, most likely to plunder resources, or to put it nicely, to collect taxes.

The 100-meter-long landing ship stopped steadily and the hatch opened.

A team of heavily armored soldiers with live ammunition came out of it.

They guarded several ceremonial officers wearing dark green robes, high-topped veils, and holding scepters.

The last ones to come out were several tall and strong royal guards wearing dark green power armor, exuding amazing momentum.

This group of people ignored everyone and walked straight to Ron.

The royal guards announced to everyone expressionlessly:

"We are here to inspect this place by the order of the wise Marius IX, the governor of the star region, and to urge you to fulfill the sacred obligations of the empire"

"This is the order of His Majesty..."

He took the parchment scroll held by the etiquette officer and ordered:

"You should kneel down and accept the order. This is the loyalty and respect you should have for His Majesty!"

However, Ron just looked at these people coldly, and the others did not move, and had no intention of kneeling at all.

"Kneel down!"

The old etiquette officer shouted sharply:

"Do you dare to disobey the order of His Majesty the Emperor?"

The etiquette officer was angry at the stupidity of these natives. Didn't they see the warships in the sky?

These warships were enough to bury this planet.

He didn't want to see His Majesty's guards kill people again.

Such a scene was too bloody and not in line with etiquette.

Ron finally spoke:

"It's not a question of whether you dare or not. I just want to ask, are you doing this in a formal way?"

"What do you mean?"

The etiquette officer raised his voice.

"The Goli Star Region is ruled by the Empire. There should be no so-called emperor, right?

If there is an emperor, it must be the only and great Divine Emperor.

I have reason to suspect that you are disloyal..."

The etiquette officer sneered:

"You dare to slander His Majesty, you deserve to be punished!"

The captain of the Royal Court Guards heard this and immediately showed a ferocious smile:

"Another ignorant native who doesn't know how to live or die!"

He walked quickly towards Ron, ready to crush the knees and bones of the native ruler.

At that time, the stupid ruler would lie on the ground and cry and beg for His Majesty's forgiveness.

He has done this several times, which makes him feel very happy.

The Royal Court Guards were very fast and knocked away the guards who dared to stop them.

His huge power gauntlet, with great force, grabbed Ron's shoulder:

"Idiot, kneel down!"

But when he was about to grab Ron, there was a sound of wind.

The royal guards were alerted instantly, but it was too late.

Dang!

His hand was grabbed by someone.

The warrior who suddenly rushed out was about 2.6 meters tall, a head taller than the royal guards.

He was wearing a heavy, dark gold power armor with intricate patterns.

That was Carter, Ron's guard and the most powerful warrior on the planet Ers.

Now he should be called the Thunder Guard!

Ron's biological genetic engineering research successfully deciphered the manufacturing technology of the Thunder Warrior.

But unfortunately, there is currently no way to remove this technical defect.

The genetically engineered warriors created have a very short lifespan and are born with heart disease.

For this reason, he had to use blessings to repair the defects of these warriors and return them to normal.

All the hope power that Ron has accumulated over the years fell on the guards.

Excluding those who failed to bless and died, he only had 40 Thunder Guards left.

Therefore, these warriors were extremely expensive.

But they were also equally powerful.

Ordinary Space Marines were no match for them.

They were more than enough to deal with these Royal Guards.

"Who are you?"

The Royal Guard looked at the warrior in front of him and felt a deep sense of crisis.

The beast-like aura of the other party was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heart.

Carter was as cold as ever.

He grabbed the Royal Guard's hand tightly and pressed it to the ground:

"Kneel down!"

Ka--

The Royal Guard was forced to kneel in front of Ron, and the stone slab on the ground was smashed by the huge force.

"Die!"

The Royal Guard's anger was completely ignited.

He took out the war blade and stabbed Carter's neck fiercely.

But the next second, Carter took the Royal Guard's war blade and threw it to the ground, aiming at his face and punching him hard.

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under the continuous heavy blows, the face armor and skull of the royal guard were dented.

Blood spurted out, staining Carter's dark gold power armor red.

All this happened in just a few seconds.

Everyone on the field was stunned.

The etiquette officer reacted, he was extremely terrified, pointed at Carter and others and screamed:

"Quick, quick kill him!"

The bolt gun roared, but it was shot into the sky.

Puff!

The royal guard with a gun fell down, covering his neck.

Soon, several dull sounds of falling to the ground were heard, and the battle of the rest of the Thunder Guards was over.

All the royal guards, including the heavily armed soldiers, were dealt with.

In order to deal with these people, Ron dispatched a full twenty Thunder Guards.

"You want to kill me?"

Ron looked at the etiquette officer and smiled gently.

"Mercy... Spare my life!"

The etiquette officer knelt on the ground with a plop.

...

Above the nest city.

The fleet has received the last message from the royal guards.

On the bow of the giant cruiser, the fleet commander was shocked and angry.

The natives dared to kill your majesty's servants, which was tantamount to declaring war on your majesty.

This is self-destruction!

The fleet commander had a ferocious look on his face. He had to kill bloody people to appease your majesty's anger.

He issued an attack order:

"Destroy the upper nest and kill everyone on it!"

After the fleet commander's order was issued, all warships aimed their weapons at the nest below.

The deep and dark muzzles were terrifying!