Chief Knight of the Astral Knights, General of the Defense Force of the Holy Galactic Empire, Count Seliora walked in the wilderness of the planet Sarna with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
If anyone who knew him saw Count Seriola at this time, he would be hard-pressed to believe his eyes.
In their memories, if there is anyone in this dirty galaxy who can be called a perfect example of knights, of course it is Count Seliola. He is majestic, courageous, abides by etiquette and virtue, acts decisively and justly, but
He is kind and generous, as powerful as a god, but still has a humble and gentle side. To the emperor, this is the most perfect minister; to the bosses of the Privy Council and the Marshal's Office, he is a colleague worthy of relying on.
For newcomers to the Knights, he is certainly the most admirable mentor and leader.
And this perfect knight has his back as straight as a mountain at all times, as if not even the falling stars can overwhelm his body.
But now, his face was miserable, his figure was stooped, his steps were staggering, and his movements were slow, as if he might fall to the ground and die suddenly at any time.
Ordinary people think that high-level psychics are invulnerable to fire and water and are immortal. In a sense, this is correct. But we must also know whether true "immortality" is actually a
It is a relative concept rather than an absolute concept. Count Seliola, the perfect knight, is certainly no exception.
However, to be honest, not every "demigod" can continue to walk after having his waist ripped out by the Black Sword and his lungs pierced by the Spirit Strike Gun.
In fact, his condition is much better than he imagined. The reason why he is faltering and moving slowly is actually using spiritual energy to warm his wounds. With his current strength, he can cover it with a wide-area halo ability.
Isn’t it reasonable to add courage and strength buffs to the tens of thousands of troops in the field? Of course, they also have many techniques that can enhance their survivability and help them heal their wounds.
Count Seliola estimated that in order to fully recover his body, he may still need to receive more adequate professional treatment. However, he can regain his initial mobility and combat effectiveness in half a day at most, even if he is attacked by the eldest daughter of the Bei family again.
It's not impossible to intercept her with her accomplices.
It is still difficult for him to understand why the "Alliance Princess" wants to plot against him. He does not remember any personal grudges with her. What's more, the relationship between the Empire and the Alliance, and even the two major camps of the entire galaxy, is at a certain point.
There is a tacit understanding of fighting that cannot be broken. The two sides sometimes stumble and set up traps for each other, and the proxy war never stops, but neither of them has any intention of ending in a complete separation.
Even the "Alliance Princess" cannot bear the responsibility of provoking a war between the two camps.
Or is she really just looking for a reason to run away from the Alliance and become a mad scientist in the New World?
Count Seliola still couldn't figure it out, so he decided not to think about it. He picked up his personal terminal and found that it still couldn't be started. He shook his head and sighed, showing regret for the first time. He was indeed a master of extraordinary fields and combat.
Master, I have always felt that as long as you do your part, you will be fine. For the rest, the empire's large and professional logistics team will take care of it. Even if the light spear is broken, someone can repair it in two hours.
Polishing and polishing, "mundane tasks" such as repairing personal electronic equipment, are naturally not his turn to worry about.
But now, he feels that this is really not a good habit. If he can successfully escape this time, he must systematically learn about equipment maintenance. Not only must he learn to repair electronic equipment, he must also learn to repair cars. At least he must change the battery and change the balance.
Change tires to learn...
Count Seliola was thinking about all of this while continuing to use spiritual energy to heal the wounds, and still maintained a leisurely forward speed.
When it was getting late, he finally climbed over the mountain. What came into view was a large lush wilderness and the faint coastline beyond. And where the wilderness and the coastline intersected, there were lights.
A city lined with bright high-rise buildings. It is the largest city on the Sarna planet, as well as the administrative and economic center. It is the Great Pulse City with 10 million people living there.
The count fiddled with his terminal again and found that it still couldn't be started. Only then did he confirm that it was really not a poor signal, so he had no choice but to move on.
However, just as he crossed the towering mountains and approached the coniferous forest in the center of the hillside, he saw a figure coming out of the woods and walking towards him. It was a young and middle-aged human man with a decent figure.
He was tall and strong, wearing thick mountaineering clothes, a windproof felt hat and a mask, carrying a backpack on his back, a civilian power shovel hanging on his waist, and holding a simple White Crow rifle in his hand.
The White Crow Rifle is a famous gun from the Empire's Skyfire Design Bureau. It is of high quality, low price, easy to operate and stable in performance. Of course, the regular army of the Empire no longer installs this rifle, which has a history of more than a hundred years, but it is still widely used among the people.
For example, hunters in the empire like to use this rifle. It is an excellent choice whether it is used for hunting or self-defense.
This should be a hunter living under the mountain, right? The count did not feel any spiritual fluctuations from the other party, so he judged this.
However, he still did not dare to take it lightly, so he released his right hand from his waist and held down his light spear. Before he could speak, he found that the man opposite him looked even more nervous than himself, with an obviously horrified expression on his face.
, turned around and wanted to run.
Count Seliola knew that his current condition was really not good. He was in ragged clothes, looked miserable, and was covered in blood. The wounds on his waist and chest had not fully healed. If you look closely, you could even see penetrating wounds. Ordinary citizens would
It's understandable that he was kicked off.
"...I, I am an ordinary traveler. I was attacked by a bear while climbing the mountain, and I managed to escape." The count said loudly.
You can’t say that I am the deputy captain of the Astral Knights, right? If ordinary citizens see that the chief knight has such virtues, where is the dignity of the knights?
Fortunately, the hunter on the opposite side heard these words, stopped, looked at himself, and walked over cautiously with his rifle. It must be that Count Seriora did have a righteous face, thick eyebrows and big eyes.
After walking five or six meters away from him, the hunter finally let down his guard, put the rifle back on his back, and strode towards him.
"You look like this...Hey, no matter what, if you survive the disaster, you will be blessed later, sir." The hunter smiled with his face and wanted to support himself.
Master? Count Seliola was startled for a moment, and then realized that even though he was dressed in rags, he could still see the ribbons and lace on the general's uniform. To ordinary citizens of the empire, wasn't he the real "master"?
?
Count Seliola naturally rejected the other party's kindness. Although his injuries were serious, he was not so injured that he had to take out a wound spray from his pocket: "If you have an external injury, you still have to use this thing."
The Count took a look and recognized that it was a wound repair agent commonly used by Imperial stormtroopers. Squeezing it out and sticking it on would heal the wound. It was more effective than a "stapler".
Of course, this thing is not that effective against the penetrating wounds caused by these extraordinary battles on his body. What's more, he still has to be careful now.
“I’m fine now.” Count Seliora said, “Can I borrow your communicator?”
The hunter probably wasn't too smart. It took him nearly a second to understand what the other party meant. He quickly rolled up his sleeves, took off the watch on his wrist, and handed it over.
Count Seliola had just taken the watch and saw the other person’s dark skin at a glance.
“Are you from Earth?” he couldn’t help but ask.
The other person has taken off his mask and felt hat, revealing a naive smile and a row of big white teeth. It is indeed the appearance of a typical African-American group on earth.
Of course, it is actually quite reasonable for an African-Earthling to appear on the planet Sarna, an Imperial star sector close to the Milky Way. After all, this is an era of human supremacy, and the Empire has always claimed itself under the banner of pan-humanism.
.As long as they are humans, or even demi-humans who are more than 90% genetically similar to humans, it is very easy to apply for imperial immigration.
Planet Sarna currently has a population of 50 million, and it is said that there are also 300,000 to 400,000 immigrants who were born on Earth.
However, what really alarmed Count Seliola was that he always felt that he had seen this person somewhere.
As a warrior who has experienced many battles, he would never think that this sense of familiarity was pointless. After a moment of concentration, he quickly dug out information from a certain groove in the cerebral cortex that he thought he would never need.
“You are... a member of the Earth Military Observer Corps. That Major Poppas?”
The "Hunter" probably didn't expect to be recognized by the other party. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't seem too surprised. He just sighed: "Tsk, I originally wanted to solve the problem peacefully. I didn't expect that, the noble knight
Your Majesty, Your Excellency, has actually met this little major."
Count Seliora has already raised the light spear. However, the previous high-intensity battle and the torture of injuries have made his body already in a state of exhaustion. Although his movements are still very fast, even at high speeds
The camera couldn't capture it, but it was at least three times slower than usual.
In such situations, this level of insensitivity can be fatal.
The count had already felt a sense of crisis. He only felt a soreness in his wrist, but it was the "watch" with its own terminal that he had just received. A sharp steel needle had popped out of the watch, pierced his skin, and penetrated deep into his body.
In the past, he would have had at least a dozen ways to deal with such sneak attacks. But now, he had clearly sensed the danger in advance, but his body could not keep up with the rhythm of his mind, and he had already fallen victim to the attack.
The earl gritted his teeth and still showed the light spear, and then used the last burst of spiritual power to decapitate the opponent, but before the purple light blade could curl into an arc, another steel needle of the same material pierced directly.
own neck.
Count Seliola already knows what this is. It is a metallic zero element called "Haijin". The material is extremely hard and cannot be smelted. It is difficult to use to create a treasure phantom, but it can be polished into needles.
It can be used as a concealed armor-breaking weapon against extraordinary beings. At this time, the two steel needles had broken into his body, and a strong sense of paralysis had spread from the wound location to the whole body.
It is clearly tempered with a poison that seals the throat when blood is seen.
The demigods with seven rings are certainly immune to 99.99% of the poisons in the world. If they are strong-minded, they can even withstand nuclear bombs. But the problem is that the universe is so big, but it can always kill them.
substance.
If nothing else, in the boundless virtual realm, there is always a mysterious power that can make high-level psychics die extremely suffocatingly.
Of course, even excluding sneak attacks and poisonings without martial ethics, the attacker's extremely fast killing method just now means that his hard power is definitely not inferior to his own.
Really, what a pity. If you still have enough physical strength, you can obviously fight against such an enemy...
The Chief Knight of the Astral Knights, Count Seriora, who would be promoted to the eighth ring and officially become the leader of the order five years later in another timeline, died just before he reached the finish line at the pinnacle of his life.
"Major Poppas" waited until the other party was completely dead, then took out the ordinary civilian power shovel from his waist, gestured at the back of the body's head, and was about to dig it down when he put on the other hand.
My watch vibrated twice. This was the ringtone for an incoming call.
"Major Poppas" bared his teeth in an exaggerated manner, took out a metal plate from his arms, hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed it down.
The metal plate instantly turned into powder, but a space door opened beside him. Immediately afterwards, two young beauties walked out of it hand in hand. They were none other than a certain white-furred fox lady and a certain black-furred owl lady.
"Major Poppas" pointed to the corpse, then walked to the side with a depressed look on his face, sat down on the ground, lit a cigarette and began to daze.
Feifei stared at the silent major with a blank expression, as if she was calm and unsurprised. However, she deliberately put on such an appearance, which showed that she was indeed surprised.
Yani had already put on a pair of professional gloves, tossed Count Seliora's body over, and picked up the high-purity zero element that had separated out. Then she clapped her hands and said with a smile: "You can't even kiss the witch?"
You’ve used them all! Are you afraid that the empire won’t be able to find you?”
"If I can't find out, wouldn't it be equivalent to a breach of contract? Will your eldest lady still pay the balance?" The major spoke, but what came out of his mouth was an unfamiliar female voice. The voice seemed particularly soft, Yaoji,
Mysterious, with no real age to tell, but with a sense of charm that transcends age, even gender and race.
However, it is really weird for such a sound to appear in such a scene.
Feifei finally couldn't stand it anymore and sighed: "You and I have been traveling on a ship for more than a week, but we have never discovered your true identity."
"It's not your fault." Yamida smiled and said: "If the thorn witch didn't have some way to hide her head and tail, she would have died more than ten thousand times. If her flesh puppet didn't activate, even if it was Elisa
Even if the Emperor Er and our old man came in person, they would not be discovered."