Alien Domination

Quiet meeting room, quiet and quiet. Tian Lai 『Fiction

The black crowd was full of seats.

Behind them, on the suspended light screen, there are more eyes watching.

Regardless of the participants, or people participating in remote video conferences.

All the people couldn't even breathe anymore, they just couldn't conceal the scenes in fear.

On the high conference table, the huge three-dimensional light and shadow projected a picture enough to shock anyone.

It seems to be an ancient silent movie. Everyone knows that it is an instant video, not a piece of old-fashioned photos. However, apart from the photographer's deliberately slowing footsteps and his suppressed breathing, there is no sound.

In the picture, the passage of the main ship is full of corpses.

The photographer just gave everyone the facial expressions of the dead.

Without exception, they are all suffering.

The distorted face has **** facial features.

Logisticians, soldiers, military intelligence officers, and even fat cooks.

I don't know what these people endured before they died, obviously it was painful.

The picture began to shake slightly, and it was obvious that the photographer was under tremendous mental pressure.

Not only fear, but also pain and anger.

However, when a deputy in the corner of the conference room frowned and whispered a few times in the communicator, the picture stabilized again.

The picture continues to move forward.

Soon, the photographer stopped.

In the screen, a corpse is enlarged.

From the blood-stained clothes, everyone could tell that he should be a soldier on the main ship.

His chest was cut open completely, and his skull was violently and bloodily torn apart.

The five internal organs and brain tissues, because they have been exposed to the air for too long, have dried up and are horrible.

Some of the humans who watched this scene showed a thoughtful expression.

After a pause of about ten seconds, the photographer recorded the corpse and all the features around it before moving on.

From horror to numbness, all the humans in the conference room didn't react much when they saw more corpses.

A figure walked in front of the photographer.

The heavily armed special forces on board the ship connected the slap-sized instrument to the control panel of the main ship's closed cabin door.

A few seconds later, amid a clear beep, the door of the main control room slid open silently.

Once again, a large number of corpses appeared in everyone's eyes.

Correspondent lying on the console.

A staff officer half lying on the military intelligence deduction table.

In front of the battleship's fire control platform, the corpse with the head held in both hands was kept.

When a corpse with its head exploded for unknown reasons appeared, Li Daogu, who was sitting at the forefront of the conference table, stood up.

A hidden fear flashed through his pupils.

The lieutenant who watched this scene from a distance, whispered something from the communicator at the time.

The photographer walked a few steps to the corpse and pointed the camera at him.

"King Roco, it's really him."

"The **** of war! The **** of war is dead too!"

"Gosh, how is this possible."

When the old and obsolete badge on the chest of the corpse appeared in the picture, the conference room could no longer remain calm, and the low voices rang out one after another.

That ancient badge represents the glory of the Roco family, and only the patriarch of the Roco family is qualified to wear it.

As for King Roco, the well-known military **** of the empire, he respected the tradition. This family emblem, which I don't know how many inherited, has never left.

Those corpses had already made the people in the conference room guess some terrible fact.

However, when he really saw King Roco's body, anyone who liked him, hated him, or even hated him was shocked by this fact.

If you like him, respect him, or hate him and hate him, none of them can change the fact that he has become the spiritual civilization leader of the Silver Dragon Empire.

At this point, the new emperor of the empire, Li Daogu, could not match.

If it were not for his effort to promote the alliance between the Silver Dragon Empire and Alien Civilization, 90% of the fighters and 60% of the people would firmly believe that the Silver Dragon Empire had not been wiped out by Alien, it would have been Alien. Civilization is smoothed out.

Of course, this ratio is only limited to those who know the truth.

And that part firmly believes that even if all the people know the truth and sinisterness of this star field, they will definitely have the same cognition as them.

In the Silver Dragon Empire, there can be no emperor, but you can't lose the Lord of the Army.

In this regard, let alone the political enemies of the Roco family, even Li Daogu himself had to admit and accept this fact.

Li Daogu believes that he is dead. There are so many children of the royal family, and there is even an uncle Li Tianyu who is calm, wise, and decisive. There is no shortage of successors to the emperor.

King Roco, the army god, was different. This stubborn and wise old man spent a lifetime establishing his position as a spiritual leader, and how could he be easily replaced by others.

Only gratification and joy, not the slightest jealousy.

If it were replaced by anyone else, Li Daogu might have other ideas.

But King Roco, the army god, was different, he was almost half a disciple of the army god, and Li Daogu knew this old man better than anyone else.

No one believes that when he speaks it out, the well-known empire King Roco, the soldier who has fought **** battles from the front line to strategize in command, his dream is to stay on a small island in his hometown.

Surfing, fishing.

Place the horse on the plain and enjoy tea at night.

He didn't want the Roco family to prosper, if he had any expectations for the children of the family, he just hopes to have more descendants.

The stubborn old man has always had the same point of view. Only when there are more people can he not be defeated by any hardships and sinisters.

He closed his eyes, and groaned in pain.

Although he was unwilling to accept this fact, Li Daogu knew that the Silver Dragon Empire had lost its most precious wealth.

The camera began to tremble, and in the shaking picture, an arm was slowly raised.

The photographer had clearly recognized who the deceased was.

He was giving a military salute to the old man's body with his arms trembling from shock and pain.

A few seconds later, a special forces team member appeared beside the military god.

At the same time, his voice rang in the conference room.

"From the perspective of the skull fragmentation, it was trampled on and exploded by some kind of creature."

"Is it caused by aliens? I'm not sure yet."

"Because we have noticed that the body shapes of the aliens are ever-changing and different, but the aliens with hind limbs all have the same toes, and their toes are very long."

"But we can tell from the traces of the skull that was stepped on and the blood spots. This is a creature very similar to ours, and it has the same foot structure."

"These are just preliminary judgments. To be more specific, I still need to use more instruments to do more detailed inspection and analysis."

The sound of the picture is steady and powerful.

And hearing his preliminary judgment, all the human beings present at the meeting, from Emperor Li Daogu to the most common military intelligence staff, not only breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.