From the moment Zhang Ge's winning streak exceeded three matches, a considerable number of the soldiers in the audience had lost the barriers between factions and instead simply wanted to see how many matches this person could win.

What's more, even in terms of standing, most of them were standing on the side of the Astra Militarum as a whole. They would be fighting side by side in the future, so the more powerful people were, of course, the more likable they were.

And now, the story had reached a perfect conclusion.

Zhang Ge had truly won from start to finish, taking the championship.

In the midst of the surging crowd, some of the staff members who were already in the arena were quick to react, surrounding Zhang Ge and forming a human wall in advance, circling out a small open space to prevent him from being submerged.

And a little later, several senior officers also squeezed out of the crowd, with the leader wearing a dress uniform and covered in medals.

Zhang Ge had heard of this person, or rather, most of the Astra Militarum present should have heard of him.

He was none other than the Astra Militarum High Commander, General Yarman, who was about to rush to the Deadwood Sector with tens of millions of Astra Militarum soldiers.

This old man, who was over three hundred years old, was almost reaching the limit of his life span. His white hair and emaciated face made people wonder if a gust of wind could blow him down.

When he entered the arena, the original uproar quickly calmed down, and the crowd quietly stared at the two people in the center who were looking at each other.

Yarman took a few more steps forward to meet Zhang Ge's gaze. His movements were firm, and his figure, although old, was not hunched, like a withered, straight tree that suddenly appeared in the desert.

After standing still again, his right hand took a medal from his chest. The medal was a simple copper five-pointed star, and its surface no longer looked smooth due to wear and tear. At the same time, he said unhurriedly:

"I've seen your deeds, very good... This medal is my starting point. Of course, I don't have the authority to award it to you, but it's still reasonable as a gift and one of the championship prizes."

While reaching out to take the medal, Zhang Ge noticed that the other party's speaking speed was moderate and his voice was clear, making it hard to imagine that this sentence came from the mouth of a three-hundred-year-old man.

After Yarman finished these actions, another senior officer behind him stepped forward and handed over a golden trophy.

This thing was not among the prizes prepared by Zhang Ge. It should have been a temporary rush job made by the higher-ups. Otherwise, imagine taking out a few bottles of wine and a pile of high-end canned goods to reward the champion in such a large venue and under the gaze of countless people. That would really destroy the atmosphere a bit.

And when this simple process was over, the atmosphere, which had been slightly suppressed for a few minutes, had reached its peak. People gathered together, celebrating the last celebration before heading to the battlefield—perhaps the last of their lives.

It continued until the evening, and even Calgar heard about it and sent a few Space Marines to secretly inspect it to confirm that there were no signs of corruption caused by this.

During the celebration, Zhang Ge, as the champion, was naturally the main target of being plied with alcohol. When he got excited, he simply found a helmet, smashed the golden trophy into pieces, and distributed them to the finalists who were willing to come and claim them.

Until later, he didn't know when he fell asleep in the surging tiredness. He only felt as if he had been carried away by someone in a daze, and when he woke up, he was already back in his room in the garrison.

He touched his waist, Ascalon was still there, and he turned his head to look.

On the cabinet beside the bed, a small fragment of the golden trophy refracted some of the dim light that filtered through the curtains.

After confirming, Zhang Ge struggled for a moment in the daze of just waking up, got up, put on the uniform and carapace armor that he didn't know who had washed, folded, and placed on the cabinet, and also put this fragment into his pocket.

When it came to the stage of organizing various weapons, his senses had gradually returned to his body from the blur, and he noticed the mixed sounds coming from outside.

He left the room.

Countless soldiers were orderly entering the various densely parked vehicles, and the infantry fighting vehicles and tanks that had already departed had already formed a long line, and the 50,000 people of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment alone had formed a marching line that could not see its head and extended to who knew where.

The sounds of footsteps, mechanical operations, and the roar of engines were mixed together.

And in the midst of such noise, Amilia appeared beside Zhang Ge from who knew where.

"Recovered? You seem to be stronger. I didn't sense when you approached."

"Yes, blessed by the Emperor."

Turning his head, Zhang Ge swept over Amilia, who used to just have glowing eyes but now seemed to have a faint light all over her body, and suddenly had an idea. He said:

"Can you help me see what's going on?"

"Hmm?"

Zhang Ge didn't answer immediately, but turned around and lightly touched the ceramite wall with his fingertip, and a gap with a diameter of dozens of centimeters appeared with this point.

"Well... try it on me."

Hearing Amilia say this, Zhang Ge didn't doubt her and used a force that was about as strong as just now to lightly shake the hand she stretched out.

He saw her entire palm disappear along with her gauntlet, but before Zhang Ge was confused, her glittering golden stump quickly reconstructed a brand new palm.

As if this was ordinary, Amilia didn't even mention it and said directly:

"It's a very strong force, very subtle, but extremely original, but I don't understand what it is specifically."

But soon, she noticed Zhang Ge's slightly surprised eyes, and after realizing what he was looking at, she continued:

"The alien creation's second shot disintegrated a considerable part of my body, so before my body is completely reconstructed in the past few days, the power bestowed by the Emperor is responsible for replacing their functions, which is what you see now."

The Emperor had this function? He even had after-sales service, it was very thoughtful.

Not dwelling on this for too long, Zhang Ge watched the state of the troops' deployment for a while, confirmed the situation with the officers at all levels through communication, and also took Amilia to the assembly point.

Telling the guards who intended to follow to go to the assembly point on their own, the two boarded a Valkyrie that had been assigned to the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment.

In the sound of the two of them exchanging information, the taking-off aircraft quickly crossed the lower Underhive of Sky Eagle Port and transported the two to the scheduled assembly location in the Outskirts.

In this environment, which was originally covered with a layer of gray and white by the gloom, countless Intra-planetary Transport Ships were parked quietly, and a large number of vehicles and infantry poured into them like densely moving black spots, forming an constantly moving picture with the rising dust and mud spots.

Tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of soldiers made this picture spread across the entire land.

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