Him and their stars

The chief knight of the Astral Knights and the general of the Holy Galactic Empire Defense Force, Count Seliora walked in the wilderness of Sarna planet with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

If anyone who knows him sees Count Seliola at this time, he will definitely find it hard to believe his eyes.

In their memories, if there is anyone in this dirty galaxy who can be called a perfect example of knight, it is of course Count Seliola. Majesty, courage, abide by etiquette and virtue, act decisively and justly, but also be kind and generous, powerful like a god, but still have a humble and gentle side. For the emperor, this is the most perfect minister; for the bosses of the Privy Council and the Marshal's Office, this is a colleague who is worthy of relying on; for the newcomers of the Knights, of course, he is also 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, he looked 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. To a certain extent, this is correct. But we must also know that whether true "immortality" is actually 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 Mo sword and his lungs pierced by the spirit gun.

In fact, his condition was much better than he imagined. The reason why he was faltering and moving slowly was actually using his spiritual energy to warm his wounds. With his current strength, he can use his wide-area halo ability to cover the entire field and add courage and strength buffs to tens of thousands of troops. Of course, he also has many techniques that can enhance his survivability and help him heal his wounds. Isn't that reasonable? Of?

Count Seliola estimated that in order for his body to fully recover, he may still need to receive more adequate professional treatment. However, within half a day at most, he would be able to regain his initial mobility and combat effectiveness. Even if he was intercepted by the eldest lady of the Bei family and her accomplices again, he would still be able to fight.

It was still difficult for him to understand why the "alliance princess" wanted to plot against him. I don't remember any personal grudge against her. What's more, now the relationship between the Empire and the Alliance, and even the two major camps in the entire galaxy, is in a tacit understanding that cannot be broken through fighting. The two sides sometimes stumble and set up traps for each other, and the proxy war never stops, but neither of them intends to end in a complete separation.

Even the "Alliance Princess" cannot bear the responsibility of provoking a war between the two camps.

Or was she really just looking for a reason to run away from the Alliance and go to the New World to become a mad scientist?

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 is indeed a master of extraordinary fields and combat, and he has always felt that he just needs to do his job well. The empire's large and professional logistics team takes care of the rest. Even if the light spear breaks, someone can repair it and polish it in two hours. Naturally, "mundane tasks" such as repairing personal electronic equipment are 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 do you have to learn how to repair electronic equipment, you also have to learn how to repair cars. At least you have to learn how to change batteries, balancers, and tires...

While thinking about all of this, Count Seliola continued to use psychic energy to heal the wounds, and still maintained an unhurried forward speed.

When it was getting dark, he finally climbed over the mountain. What comes into view is a vast expanse of lush wilderness and the faint coastline beyond. Where the wilderness and the coastline intersect, there are brightly lit cities with tall buildings. It was the largest city on the planet Sarna, as well as the administrative and economic center of the Great Pulse City, home to 10 million people.

The count fiddled with his terminal again and found that it still couldn't be started. Only then did he confirm that it was 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, fairly tall and strong, wearing thick mountaineering clothes, a windproof felt hat and a mask. He had a backpack on his back, a civilian power shovel hanging on his waist, and a handle in his hand. A simple-looking White Crow rifle.

The White Crow Rifle is a famous gun from the Imperial Skyfire Design Bureau. It is of high quality, low price, easy to operate and stable in performance. Of course, the regular imperial army no longer installs this rifle, which has a history of more than a hundred years, but it still plays a large role in the civilian population. 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 yet completely healed. If you look closely, you could even see penetrating wounds. It is understandable that ordinary citizens will be run away.

"...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 I’m the deputy leader 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 in hand. Probably Count Seliola did have a righteous face with thick eyebrows and big eyes. When the hunter walked five or six meters away from him, he finally let down his guard, put the rifle back on his back, and strode towards him. come over.

"You look like this... Hey, no matter what, if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later, sir." The hunter kept a smile on his face and wanted to support himself.

master? Count Seliola was startled for a moment, and then realized that although he was ragged, he could still see the ribbons and lace on the general's uniform. To ordinary citizens of the empire, isn'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 Earl 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 injuries caused by these extraordinary battles on one's body. What's more, he still has to be careful now.

"I'm fine." 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.

As soon as Count Seliola took over the watch, he saw the other person's dark skin.

"Are you from Earth?" he couldn't help but ask.

The other party had already 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 ethnic group on earth.

Of course, it is actually quite reasonable for an African-Earthling to appear on the planet Sarna, an imperial star region close to the Milky Way. After all, this is an era of human supremacy, and the empire has always considered 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 easy to apply for imperial immigration.

Sarna planet now 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 Seliora was that he always felt that he had seen this person somewhere.

As a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles, he would never think that this sense of familiarity was pointless. With 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 Earth's Military Observation Group. 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 battles and the torture of injuries had left his body in a state of exhaustion. Although his movements were still very fast, too fast even for high-speed cameras to capture, they were at least three times slower than usual.

In such an occasion, this level of insensitivity can be fatal.

The count had already felt a sense of crisis, and felt his wrist was sore, but it was the "watch" with its own terminal that he had just taken over. A sharp steel needle popped out of the watch, pierced into 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 couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his mind, and he was already caught.

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, but it can be polished into needles. It can be used as an armor-breaking hidden weapon against extraordinary beings. At this time, the two steel needles had broken into his body, and a strong numbness had spread from the wound location to the whole body.

It's clearly tempered with a poison that seals the throat at the sight of blood.

A demigod with seven rings is certainly immune to 99.99% of the poisons in the world. If he is strong-minded, he can even physically withstand nuclear bombs. But the problem is, the universe is so big, but there are always substances that can kill them.

Apart from anything else, in the boundless virtual realm, there is always a mysterious power that can make high-level psychics die extremely suffocatingly.

Of course, even if the unethical sneak attacks and poisoning were excluded, the attacker's extremely fast killing technique just now, his hard power was 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 Seliora, who would be promoted to the eighth ring five years later in another timeline and officially became the leader, fell just before the finish line that was about to reach 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, and gestured at the back of the body's head. Just as he was about to dig it down, he wore a helmet on his other hand. His watch vibrated twice. This is the ringtone.

"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 next to it. Immediately afterwards, two young beauties walked out of it hand in hand, and it was none other than a certain white-furred fox lady and a certain black-furred owl lady.

"Major Poppas" pointed at 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 be in a daze.

Feifei stared at the silent major with an expressionless face, looking as if nothing was surprising her. However, the fact that she deliberately put on such an appearance 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 actually didn't even get the Witch's Kiss." 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 said, but what came out of his mouth was an unfamiliar female voice. The voice seemed particularly soft, demonic, and mysterious. It was impossible to tell her true age, but it carried a sense of charm that transcended age, even gender and race.

However, it is really weird for such a sound to appear in such a scene.

Feifei finally couldn't hold it any longer and sighed: "You and I have been traveling on a ship for more than a week, but I have never discovered your true identity."

"It's not your fault." Yamida smiled and said: "If the majestic 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 Eleser Even if the Emperor Er and our old man came in person, they would not be able to find it."