The carapace on the "girl's" cheeks had strange deformations and cracks. She coughed up a mouthful of brown blood, but the moment it left her body and entered the universe, it turned into cold frost mist.
She snorted, and the brown-yellow frost mist suddenly turned into a storm, covering the figure opposite. Scarlet light flashed out from her eyes at the same moment, condensed into rays, and penetrated
Entering the storm. In an instant, the storm suddenly changed from brown to blazing red, as if it turned into a sudden burst of solar storm.
The solar storm completely covered the figure on the opposite side wrapped in armor, making it impossible to see clearly anymore.
The "girl" once spread her wings with bone spurs and membranes, and flapped to leave, but she had to stop after just moving a few meters away.
In the void not far away, three heavy cruiser-sized battleships were arranged in a Z-shaped formation, hovering quietly there.
The "girl" has been hiding among the floating space junk in Kerna City for more than two months. She originally wanted to bring at least one or two passing pirate ships, but she really didn't want to wait for these things. Let alone one.
A madman who jumped out of the boat and started fighting with him without saying a word, carrying a knife.
The appearance of these ships is extremely inconsistent with the aesthetics of normal civilized society. They seem to be spliced together with meteorites and pipelines. They are simple, crude, clumsy, and cold. The "girl" even thinks that this is the ugliest ship she has ever seen.
It was a space vehicle. However, as ugly as it was, she could still recognize that the bulges and holes densely scattered on the hull were gun ports. The signal lights flickered on the battleship, like the eyes of a giant beast.
Like, shining with a fierce and dangerous light.
She carefully observed the coat of arms on the side of the battleship, and only saw a simple pattern of an animal claw holding a knife, which was as crude and direct as the hull of the ship, without any sense of beauty at all.
The "girl" felt despair. She knew that even if she could defeat the opponent wearing the heraldic machine in front of her, she would never be able to escape the bombardment of those artillery fires.
"Why are you here again?" she thought. However, to her own surprise, at this time, she didn't feel much sadness, but instead felt a numb feeling of despair.
"Hmph! Even if it means death, I'm going to scratch your back!" She said to herself, then bit her tongue hard. One of her hands was wrapped in a cuticle that was harder than alloy, forming a heavy hammer. The other
One hand unfolded like a flower bud, revealing a mouthpart wrapped in sharp teeth.
She spread her wings and prepared to attack again as the solar storm on the opposite side dissipated.
Sure enough, the opponent just emerged from the burning solar storm? Still wearing that pitch-black armor? He was almost invisible in the void of the universe.
Compared with the three battleships next to it, the heraldic machine on this guy is quite eye-catching. Although the shape is a bit ferocious and exaggerated, it can still be considered majestic.
The opponent is not using flashy energy weapons like lightsabers and light spears. Instead, they are physical weapons. They are the horse-killing sword held in the right hand and the giant full set of swords almost as tall as a person in the left hand. Like the armor, they are almost invisible in the void.
It was unreal black, but it was flowing with energy fluctuations that made me feel relaxed and happy. It was clearly a weapon made of high-quality zero elements - or it could be regarded as a Noble Phantasm.
This is still a powerful enemy that is difficult for me to fight against now. But, so what?
Besides life? What else do I have to lose?
The "girl" expanded her wings again, using spiritual energy to form wing membranes between the twisted skeletons. The faint blue light flowed on the wing membranes and spread into the void, forming a huge psychic energy array.
Countless shadows struggled in the array of psychic energy, as if they were a group of evil ghosts from hell who were about to break free and return to the human world.
"Take the move! I've staked everything on this blow! Burn it? My..."
"Hey, no more fighting." A female voice sounded from behind the dark armor.
The "girl" almost dodged her waist, but the ferocious and roaring evil spirits in the psychic array behind her seemed to shudder and immediately stopped struggling. She soon realized that the other party was using psychic energy to direct their voices.
Sent over.
"You, what did you say?" She asked back using her psychic powers.
"I said I won't fight. I already know roughly what's going on with you, so there's no need to fight anymore." The other party added. She just put away her weapon without any explanation, using the giant Zhanma sword and fist.
As if by magic, the condom suddenly became the size of a palm.
The "girl" looked at the other party blankly, and was entangled for a moment. She didn't want to fight in the first place. After all, she still had too many things to do. But the problem was that if the other party said she wouldn't fight, wouldn't it make her look like she was not fighting?
Very shameless?
At this moment, face is very important.
The opponent obviously has troops and ships, but he only has one person. The more this is the case, the more important face is.
"One person is an army, and one person is a clan? I have only vaguely heard of this possibility in the ancient books left by the ancestors..." There seemed to be a smile in the other party's voice, and he started the propeller, slowly
Floated towards the "girl".
"I had heard that the fortress built by the empire here had been demolished by the people on earth, and I wanted to come over to see the situation. Unexpectedly, I met you. I thought it was some virtual monster that escaped. Sorry, I came here
Just take action.”
"Then you are really unlucky." She said coldly. The "girl" didn't believe what the other party said at all. If it was really a virtual monster, shouldn't it be direct fire? But you jumped out wearing a heraldry machine,
He is obviously a fighting maniac who takes pleasure in hunting. Those warships obviously did not attack because of your order.
"No, I should have met you. This is the guidance of the spirit of the universe, but it is also our luck." The psyker wearing the heraldry machine stepped forward a little more, until he entered a psychologically safe distance.
Inside.
The "girl" watched the other party's movements silently, then silently closed her wings, dispersed the psychic array, and returned her hands to their normal posture.
At this time, the opponent had already opened his visor, and behind the transparent helmet was a dark red face.
This is the face of a humanoid creature. The facial features and facial contours are more cold and arrogant than humans, and more sharp-edged. However, it still falls within the scope of human aesthetics. This is a sharp and deadly beauty, just like a person who has been tempered for thousands of years.
Like a sword.
"My name is Masegetai, the great khan of the Elor people, the commander of the nomadic warriors, and the leader of the people of the astral realm. So, what is your name?"
"Shalemiel, Chalemiel Ling Salvin..." This name that belonged to her flashed through her mind, but it was also a name that she had not recalled for a long time. She did not know how many years had passed.
She slowly raised her head and said slowly: "Charlie, just call me Charlie."
Behind the more distant starry sky, the most prosperous galaxy known in this universe is still shining with brilliant and majestic brilliance as always, like the brightest gem in the universe. It is suspended in space in one place.
In the city hall, a secret meeting is still in progress.
Gert Valente Xi Sarote, who is about to turn thirty years old, is an imperial man known as the "King of Valente" by the world. He is holding a bright red wine in a crystal cup and quietly drinking.
Sitting quietly in his study room. In the room, there are vague figures of more than ten people, but if you look closely, they are clearly remote holographic projections.
"Red King, General, the stranger didn't come..." A blurry projection glanced at the room and said in a hoarse voice: "It doesn't matter, just us, we can also decide some things. About the Nebula on the Far Shore
Everyone already understands what happened, right?"
Another figure let out a heavy sigh: "Poor Wanda, poor Eru. They encountered such a tragic incident because they were doing things for me. They should have had a bright future. Especially Mr. Wanda, his
Research is actually very insightful. If my strength improves, I should be able to engage in deeper research. In this case... I can only hunt some things myself. Everyone, who are you prepared to go with me?
?"
"Then should you make it up to them?" said the young voice with a hint of joking.
"Forget about the compensation. I've reminded them a long time ago. Before Mr. Wanda was about to implement that plan, I told him that although Earl Salvin was once one of us, he was never ours.
Fellow travelers. Even if the legacy he left behind really exists, it will always cause hidden dangers." The other party smiled.
"Then why do you have to tirelessly pursue the little queen?" This time it was a clear female voice that spoke, with a tone as clear as spring water.
"Because the legacy is dead, but the little queen is alive. As long as she is alive, she may become our ally. Isn't this the consistent purpose of the organization?"
"Speaking of the purpose of the organization, gentlemen, Wanda did not die at the hands of the enemy, but died from the curse of her soul! I would like to ask, when will our organization use this method to maintain its existence? Mysterious
?Shadow? And fear? Gentlemen, ladies, and everyone with no gender, you really can’t afford to shame this person! I’m afraid the seniors of the organization will cry, right? If this matter is spread to the future public
How will he decide in his ears? "
This young voice was still full of joking, but it also contained a hint of suppressed anger.
"My lord, please tell me, is this your order?"
Everyone present fell silent for a moment, and even King Wilente, who had been silent all this time, looked at the figure in the center with interest.
Soon, the hoarse old man's voice spoke again, and said calmly: "I did it myself."
The owner of the young voice probably didn't expect the other party to be so calm, so he didn't speak for a while.
"I just made a small bet with him. If he wins, he can get my true biography. If he fails, this is the outcome. This is a private matter between our members, and this does not violate
Organize any regulations." The old man added.
The young man let out a lukewarm laugh, which was full of unspeakable sarcasm, but he did not continue to dwell on this issue.
"Let's talk about the next step. Rather than saying that Wanda and Eru died in the hands of the community army, it is better to say that they died in the hands of that young man named Yu Lian."
"I hear this name a lot lately."
"So, should we take revenge?" the bright female voice said seriously.
As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of gentle laughter in the room.
"Then let's take a look. Because of Wanda's death, our layout in the community has been destroyed. But fortunately, we never have only one choice. In other words, although I'm sorry for the dead Mr. Wanda,
But he should never have been our best choice."
"I need detailed information from him, the more detailed the better. Until then, continue to observe." Guang Gong concluded in a dry and hoarse voice.
But just when everyone thought the meeting was about to end, King Wilente, who had been silent, suddenly said: "Leave it to me."
Everyone looked at him together.
"There will soon be an opportunity for me to observe everything about him up close." King Wilente said again.
"Oh, Your Highness, I actually quite admire the genius children of that Earth. Don't you do anything too unnecessary?" he said with a smile.
"Hi, Mr. Magician, in addition to being a member of the thirteenth side of the organization, I am also the elected emperor of the Galactic Empire! He killed not only Wanda and Eru, but also an Imperial Marquis, several
Thousands of soldiers, and a fortress that cost a lot of money to build. If I don't do anything extra, my position will be a bit embarrassing."
"Oh?" There was interest in the other party's voice: "How to do it? Ambush five hundred swordsmen and hack the serious diplomats to death?"
If that were the case, your position would be really embarrassing, right?
King Wilente shook his wine glass and said with a smile: "I just don't allow it. There are still such awesome young people on earth."
"That's fine." Mr. Past said slowly.
"If he really fell here, it means that his magnanimity was nothing more than this. However, if he really left His Highness speechless, then there would be value in further contact." The old man in the past said quietly: "
Don't be anxious, my friends, we have existed for more than one era, we are waiting for everything, and we can afford to wait for everything. So..."
"All things have animism? Are all spirits empty?"
"It's all the same..."
"Shut up!"
"That's right, that's the only thing you're not allowed to say!"
"I've been thinking about it since I first joined, why can't the slogan be changed?"
"It is said to be the family law of the ancestors, right? How can it be changed at will?"
"Why do I feel that this is actually the evil taste of future princes in the past? This kind of obvious shame..."
Then, amidst such laughter that was almost childish, the top cadre meeting of a mysterious association that had existed for countless epochs came to an end.
King Wilente stared at the star at the end of his sight through the porthole next to him. The halo of orange light was like an eye of a god. It was far from showing signs of aging and was still praising it with its warm light.
The splendor of life is just like the galactic empire established by the Tirero people who left their home planet under its nourishment.
Now, most of its children have left their home planet, and every place where the stars twinkle has become the end of their journey.
The feudal king walked to the porthole and looked farther away. Although he could no longer see clearly, he knew that there was an emerald-like planet in that direction. Like the empire's mother planet, it was the earliest in this galaxy.
A naturally habitable planet. At the same time, it is also the first trophy on the road of conquest for the empire.
Now, neither the mother star nor the emerald-like planet is inhabited by many people anymore. Heavy investment day and night and the most advanced planet transformation technology have turned that planet into a planet in the entire galaxy.
The most magnificent ecological garden.
Even the unparalleled fantasy gems need to be carefully polished before they can be worthy of the Void Crown!
"Here's to the great summer that's about to come!" He raised his glass in salute, and then drank the scarlet wine in one gulp.