Him and their stars

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 her head and face. Scarlet light flashed from both eyes at the same moment, condensed into rays, and penetrated into the storm. In an instant, the storm suddenly changed from brown to blazing red, as if it had turned into a sudden burst of solar storm.

The solar storm completely covered the figure wrapped in armor on the opposite side, 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 she had just moved a few meters away.

In the void not far away, three heavy cruiser-sized battleships were arranged in a Z-shaped formation, hovering there quietly.

The "girl" had 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. He didn't even want to wait for a madman to jump out of the boat and start a fight 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 crude, crude, clumsy, and cold. The "girl" even thought that this was the ugliest space vehicle she had ever seen. However, as ugly as it was, she could still recognize that the bulges and holes densely scattered on the hull were all gun ports. The signal lights flashed and extinguished on the battleship, like the eyes of a giant beast, 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. It was as crude and direct as the hull of the ship, and there was no sense of beauty at all.

The "girl" felt desperate. 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 come again?" she thought. However, what surprised her was that at this time, she didn't feel much sadness, but instead felt a numb feeling of despair.

"Hmph! Even if I die, I will catch you on your back!" She said to herself, and then bit her tongue hard. One of her hands was wrapped in cuticles that were harder than alloys, forming a heavy hammer, while the other hand unfolded like a bud, revealing a mouthpart wrapped in sharp teeth.

She spread her wings, and as the solar storm on the opposite side dissipated, she prepared to attack again.

Sure enough, the opponent emerged from the burning solar storm, still wearing the pitch-black armor, 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 regarded as majestic.

The opponent was not using flashy energy weapons like lightsabers and light spears, but physical weapons, including the horse-killing sword held in his right hand and the giant full set of weapons almost as tall as a person in his left hand. Like the armor, it is also almost invisible in the pitch black sky, but it is flowing with energy fluctuations that make me feel relaxed and happy. It is clearly a weapon made of high-quality zero elements - or it can be regarded as a Noble Phantasm. .

This is still a powerful enemy that is difficult to fight against now. But, so what?

What else do I have to lose but my life?

The "girl" expanded her wings again, and used spiritual energy to form wing membranes between the twisted frames. The faint blue light flows on the wing membrane and spreads into the void, forming a huge psychic 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 away from their shackles and return to the human world.

"Take the move! I've staked everything on this blow! Burn, 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 tremble and stopped struggling immediately. She soon realized that the other party was using psychic energy to send the voice directly over.

"You, what did you say?" She also asked with her spiritual power.

"I said I won't fight. I already know roughly what your situation is, so there's no need to fight anymore." The other person added. She just involuntarily sheathed her weapon, and the giant Zhanma sword and fist gloves suddenly became the size of a palm, as if by magic.

The "girl" looked at the other party blankly, and was confused 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 is, if the other party says he won't fight, won't it make him look very faceless?

At this moment, face is very important.

The opponent obviously has soldiers and ships, but he only has one person. The more this happens, the more important face becomes.

"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 from the void. Sorry, as soon as I came 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 is really a virtual monster, shouldn't artillery fire be directed towards it? But you jumped out wearing a heraldry machine. You are obviously a fighting maniac who is happy to see you. 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 opponent'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's your name?"

"Shalemiel, Chalemiel Ling Salvin..." This name that belonged to her flashed through her mind, but it was also a name she hadn't seen for a long time. She didn't know how many years it had not been called up.

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 this universe. In a city hall suspended in space, a secret meeting was 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 holds the bright red wine in a crystal cup and quietly drinks it. Sitting quietly in his study. In the room, there were vague figures of more than ten people, but upon closer inspection, they were clearly remote holographic projections.

"The Red King, the general, and the stranger didn't come..." A blurry projection glanced around the room and said in a hoarse voice: "It doesn't matter, just us can 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 is further improved, I should be able to get into deeper research. In this case... I can only hunt some things myself. Everyone, who are you going to go with me? ?"

His words brought a moment of silence, as no one seemed willing to accompany him.

"Then should you make it up to them?" said the young voice with a hint of joking.

"Forget about the compensation. I have reminded them a long time ago. Before Mr. Wanda was ready 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, the 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 In his ears, how will he decide? "

The 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 the young man named Yu Lian."

"I hear this name a lot lately."

"So, should we take revenge?" the clear female voice said seriously.

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of gentle laughter in the room.

"Then let's observe. 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 option."

"I need his detailed information, 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.

"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." Past Master 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, it would be valuable for further contact." The old man said quietly: " Don't be anxious, my friends, we have existed for more than one era. We are waiting for everything and can afford to wait for everything. Then..."

"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 ancestral family law, 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 unknown epochs came to an end.

King Wilente stared at the stars 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 is far from showing signs of aging, and still praises the glory of life with its warm light, just like the Galactic Empire established by the Tirero people who stepped out of their home star under its nurture.

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 lord 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 home planet, it was the earliest naturally habitable planet in the galaxy. At the same time, it is also the first trophy on the road of imperial conquest.

Now, neither the mother star nor the emerald-like planet is inhabited by many people. Heavy investment day and night and the most advanced planet transformation technology have turned that planet into the most magnificent ecological garden in the entire galaxy.

Even the unparalleled fantasy gems need to be carefully polished before they can be worthy of the Void Crown!

"Here's to the coming grand summer!" He raised his glass in salute, and then drank the scarlet wine in one gulp.