After deducing a very shocking result, the two looked at each other silently for a while, pale and Veronica lowered her head slightly and looked at her lower abdomen. Soshiyang's mouth twitched, and then said in a low voice:
"I hope, this is just a story that exists in assumptions..."
As he said that, he hugged Veronica tightly and whispered in his lover's ear.
"I will never let anyone hurt you... and our children... If those ancient dead leftovers are going to cause trouble, I will accompany you to the end!"
Veronica nodded in his arms and responded softly:
"Well, we're going to protect everything we love together..."
The two hugged each other for a long time before they separated, but were interrupted by the ringtone on Soshiyang's desktop.
A new batch of documents that need to be processed will soon be delivered to Soshyan. It is difficult for him to have too much time to be alone with his wife in the busy affairs. Veronica also understood it and left his legs.
"You must be vigilant about the heart-locking beetle. Veronica, think about whether there is any way to prevent it."
"I'll think of a way."
Veronica nodded, just as she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something and turned around and said:
"I almost forgot one thing."
"What's the matter?"
"Doralqing said that there are important military affairs that need to be reported directly to you, and I hope you can take time to return to the royal court as soon as possible."
Soshiyang rubbed his forehead.
"Well, I will arrange things on the galaxy as soon as possible and I will go with you."
Afterwards, the flagship left Nassen 7 and began to return to Nassen 5. On the way, Soshyan also convened a company to hold a dinner with the newly joined soldiers, which could be regarded as a way to familiarize the new soldiers with a larger collective life in advance. Overall, the atmosphere was very harmonious. The company itself was an elite company, basically all veterans of the war, and there was a more common language for the new soldiers who were wandering abroad.
Of course, the communication between Astat is inseparable from eating and drinking.
In the middle of the banquet, some of the soldiers on both sides fought very friendly battles, and the winners and losses of both sides were generally half, which also shows that these new soldiers did have considerable strength.
What surprised Soshyan was that Mark and Tekshall fought, but Mark lost in the end.
Although Mark is not inferior to Tekshar in terms of strength and reaction, there is still a slight gap in skills between the two. As a seed player at the former blade feast, Tekshar's strength can be seen.
Soshiyan asked the winning Tekshall what reward he wanted, but the other party said he only wanted a set of Deh's terminator, so Soshiyan readily agreed to him.
When the flagship came to the airport of Nassen V again, some gorgeous ships had already been anchored here. All the invited people of Nassen IV had arrived in this world and were waiting for the arrival of those who ruled the entire galaxy...
In another palace that does not belong to any time or space, there is a man waiting.
He was like an old man but had some unusual vitality. His dark eyes were as quiet as abyss, and there were only a few thin strands of white hair like dead grass on his head. He was wearing equipment that could barely be called armor. The metal was covered with discolored leather. Behind him was a spider bracket that grew from bones, covered with various mechanical arms like torture tools, and a cane was gently rubbing his palm.
He stood in the arched window made of human bones and skins and looked out, watching various twisted palaces and obscene stages cast blurry outlines around them.
The odor of the unborn, mixed with the breath of desire according to their scent, emits the smell that is no different from piles of rotten garbage.
A long time ago, every time he smelled this disgusting odor, he would have itchy skin and stinging the corners of his eyes, especially when he had to be with fools who believed in such a person, he would even be more irritable than usual.
Therefore, he has not come to this place again for many years, or if nothing unexpected happens, he will never set foot here again.
Even though he was the chief pharmacist of the Third Legion, Fabius Baier.
but--
Adolon was just a fool, if it were just him, he even disdained himself, but when he brought Lucius, who was almost broken, to himself, Fabius knew something interesting had happened, or...
Something important happened.
Fixing Lucius is not a difficult thing, like restarting a broken machine, the point is that he hopes to know what defeated the arrogant swordsman.
But when he learned the truth, he was still shocked even though he had seen the craziest things in the Milky Way.
Akudunal, in a sense, can really be called his "old friend" without any derogatory meaning.
He is also one of the few people he thinks is worthy of respect in the Legion. He felt extremely sad about Akudunal's departure when he knew about it. He lost a friend with a poor artistic taste but straightforward feeling, and realized that the Legion's true meaning has been changed forever...
But it was not only Akudunal who was surprised, because he knew that the man must have died, but it was a demon who was surprised - and that's what he called him, he actually had this kind of change.
This far exceeds his understanding of these subspace things.
In addition, there is the story of the mysterious legion they revealed, which is full of things that make him curious.
So he had to come to this place of curse and blasphemy and face his...
Fabius suddenly turned around from the window, and he saw a strange projection winding on the wall as white as a girl's skin.
The shadow itself keeps swaying and squirming, sometimes like a snake, sometimes like a human, sometimes like a dancing girl, sometimes like a distorted self-abuse.
But when these outlines twist into a crown, the shadows lengthen, eventually forming a slender, tall, and black eyes.
"I haven't seen each other for many days...my lord."
"Oh my God, you've made great progress."
The empty voice responded to him, and a smile appeared on the wall, and a purple-red color appeared from his jagged mouth.
"I congratulate you, Byer."
"It would be gratifying if my little achievements could change your past contempt."
Fabius said, lowering his head slightly, as if to hide his emotions.
He knew what he was facing, and he didn't dare to talk to the other party like this in the past, but now he has enough understanding of the group of existences that were respected as "primary" in the past.
Cognition can eliminate the mystery. Without the mystery, there will be no majesty, no majesty, and naturally there will be no fear...
More importantly, now he is no longer afraid of anyone, and even standing here is just a copy of him.
"You are such an easily annoying guy, Fabius, with an ointment known as pride, but personally..."
Fogrim even had a little helplessness in his sarcasm. This was the only person in the legion who could not help. Even though he was the lord of the legion, the Dark Prince had other arrangements for Fabius' fate.
Chapter completed!