It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The boy sat nicely, his white bandages wrapped around his face, making his fine hair more and more black. He turned his face slightly, and the hair moved slightly.

The eye sockets are covered, and the exposed lower half of the face is very white and tender, like a child, with a little baby fat on the cheek, and it looks more lovely.

Someone knelt down in front of him, and pulled his bandage with a light finger. The skin tone of that hand was very pale, a little fairer than the teenager's face, and the fingers were slender and well-knotted, which looked great. This is the hand that is removing the bandage round and round for the juvenile seated boy.

The dark field of vision became a little bit brighter. With closed eyes, I could feel the light in front of my eyes changed from weak to strong. The bandages that had been wrapped around my eye socket for two days were finally released, making Mute feel comfortable. less.

His eyelids moved, and Mute didn't dare to open his eyes immediately. He hadn't used his eyes for a long time. He was worried that he would be stung by the light when he opened his eyes immediately. The burnt eyes were like the pain of a fire burning—the memory was so vivid that it made him feel the pain in his eyes that seemed to exist and didn't exist.

Subconsciously, Mute reached out to touch her eyes, but she was held as soon as she raised it.

The big cold-skinned hand held his hand and passed it on, giving him a little peace of mind.

Another hand was on the side of his cheek, and his fingertips penetrated into the hairline, rubbing gently.

"Open your eyes."

The marshal holding his hand was talking, no matter how many times he heard it, it sounded good, like the sound of a stream of cold spring flowing through the cold stone, with the coldness of the water, but also the softness of the water, gently wrapped around his Ear.

The voice calmed Mute, who was a little disturbed. He held Troll's hand and clenched the slender finger tightly. Then, the slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened Opened his eyes.

The soft light penetrated in, as if the whole world was slowly waking up.

He saw a glacial ice blue, like a glacier immersed in the ocean floor, standing in the silent deep sea.

The starlight at night is reflected in the depths of the sea, and that spot of light penetrates into the water waves, as if the deep ocean is also full of starlight.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was the man's eyes, which melted Guanghua, like melting him all in it.

Beauty is almost suffocating.

The indescribable face approached, kissed him with his lips, and Troll held his hand and released it, stretching it backwards and holding his back.

The boy squinted and looked at the handsome beauty in front of him, as if it was carved by ice and snow, his eyebrows were exquisite, and he just felt that it was too good-looking.

If you open your eyes, you will see this good-looking face; if you open your eyes, you will see the eyes of the person you like ... In your eyes, your heart seems to be filled by this man, and the whole person seems to be in the eyes of the man The deep blue ocean was huddled, and the waves were softly wrapped around him.

The man was half-knelt in front of him, hugging him, kissing his lips, the corners of his narrowed eyes, very light, a moment, like feathers passing.

Mute nestled in Troll's arms obediently, blinking momentarily, and the dark eyes swirled around. When he was kissed at the corner of the eye again, the itchy teenager laughed and raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his eye.

The left hand rubbing the corner of his eye was held by the marshal's right hand that was holding his cheek. Troll's complexion was fair, like snow, and Mute's complexion was not as white as him-but at this moment, the two held together The skin tones of both hands are very similar. The left hand Mute was holding was a few degrees whiter than the rest of his body, almost the same as Troll's skin tone, and the skin tone on his forearm was exceptionally clear, like painting on a wrist A clear-skinned line.

The skin on that hand can leave red finger marks with a little effort, as delicate as the skin of a newborn baby.

The Marshal bowed his head and kissed the hand he was holding.

The dark bun fell down, and the tips of the hair fell on Mute's fingers, with a silky silky touch. The stray hair blocked the Marshal's eyes, making Mute unable to see the look on the Marshal's face who kissed his hand at the moment.

Although invisible, Mute knew what Troll was thinking.

To be honest, it was painful when the hand was vaporized.

He thought about it, blinked, and flicked away Troll's hand, then turned, and pressed it against the Marshal's face. Troll looked up at him. The boy grinned and used his left hand to pinch his trembling face.

The expression, the movement, how it looks like a bad boy who is joking at a beauty.

The Marshal's narrow and long eyes picked slightly, seeming to be sharp, but just after a sharp point, Mute immediately came over and took a sip in the place where he was pinched. Troll glanced at him from the corner, and he kissed him on the cheek again.

Troll lowered her head, her forehead against Mutter's forehead, and her black hair was entangled with each other, which was close to the tip of her nose.

He stared at Mute's blue eyes, softer than anything, and trembling.

The young man in his arms is like the softest being in the deepest part of his heart, even if he just touches it with the strength of a feather, it is very distressing.

"idiot."

The Marshal said, his voice was cold, but his gaze at Mute was completely opposite to his voice, as if to melt away the scorching person.

The boy blinked.

For so long, I was spoiled by the Marshal's hand in the palm of my hand, and I haven't heard such rebuke for a long time. At first glance, there are still some novelties.

It felt like it was back to the time when the two first met, the major general then looked down at the moment when he was completely in the midst of persecution.

[You like men, so why don't you like me? 】

Thinking of Mute here, he couldn't help but want to laugh, but he could only try to hold Zhang Zhangshi's beauty close by.

Then he reached around Troll's neck.

He stuck it to that good-looking face, intimately, clutching the marshal's neck, rubbing his ears against his face, squinting, and then squinting.

"Major general."

A soft murmur, soft and waxy, like the **** of a kitten, makes people feel soft and soft when they hear it.

The young man twirled his neck and whispered in his cheek.

"I'm good at talking."

He said, "I said, where you are, I will be there."

He said that he would definitely do it.

That day, under the huge glass window, under the shimmer of the bright blue planet in the dark universe, he made such a promise to the man in front of him.

He tilted his head and looked at Troll with a smile.

He said, "I'm not going anywhere, I will stay with the major general."

Troll stared at the boy in his arms, his blue eyes surpassing all softness.

The stars of thousands of stars are brighter than those in the arms.

——

In the quiet promenade, huge columns support the arc-shaped dome, making this hall look magnificent and magnificent. Skylights hang on both sides of the dome, and beautiful frosted glass is painted on the colorful frosted glass, blocking most of the hot sunlight, and putting a little light into the hall.

The frescoes around the dome are stained with shattered gold and sparkle in the sun. Looking up at the shining gorgeous murals, the light reaches the extreme, the heavens and the earth rotate, and the soul seems to fly into the beautiful mural world.

The emperor came from the magnificent promenade, and the carved windows of the arched promenade revealed light, and the light was scattered on the road where men walked, forming a pattern like a mysterious pattern. Stepping on it is like stepping on the light.

The man was wearing a gorgeous robe, and the large robe covered his thin body, making him look thick.

The sound of Tuk Tuk sounded in the silent hall. It was the sound of the golden scepter that symbolized the royal authority when the emperor walked on the thick black-red carpet. His hand holding the golden scepter was in white gloves, and his thin fingers were hidden under the gloves.

Through the vaulted corridor, past the red and black carpet of the main hall, the emperor walked down the steps to the high throne and turned to sit down. The sun was shining, and he was bathed in the sun. His pale face was a little flushed at the moment, and it looked just like a normal person.

He sat on the throne, and the whole person was full of light, just like a long time ago, when he was very young, the first time he walked through the arched sky promenade to the main hall and sat on the highest throne.

At that time, countless people were kneeling in the hall, and under his throne, bowed their heads deeply to him.

He is the emperor of the empire.

... and now, the hall, which has flourished for more than 10,000 years, is terribly quiet and empty. Only the emperor sat on the throne, looking down at the empty hall below.

Only the old servant who followed the emperor silently like a ghost that did not exist stood below, on the side of the steps.

The emperor of the empire sat on that supreme throne, as if looking down at the earth.

Beyond the carved tower, on the vast and endless square, the flagpole of the sharp blade seemed to penetrate the sky, and the dark empire flag flew high in the sky. It was like a cluster of black flames burning above the blue sky, burning the final magnificence in the howling wind.

Ten thousand years ago, it was erected high in front of this hall. It is the glory of the empire and the belief of all human beings.

After thousands of years, it can only be destroyed by the people who inherit the bloodline.

The emperor looked at the black banner, his expression was unprecedentedly calm.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to burn the flames that wanted to burn everything, and his eyes were colder than everything at this moment.

"Do it."

In the silent hall, the emperor spoke.

The white-haired old attendant, who had originally bowed his head to the side, turned around, facing the emperor.

He looked at His Majesty, who had grown up watching him since he was young, and he had begun to become cloudy with a mist of water in his eyes.

He knelt slowly underground, looking up at the emperor.

"……His Majesty."

He said, word by word, his voice seemed to ooze deep from his throat, hoarse and hoarse.

"Are you afraid?"

The old attendant shook his head, then nodded again.

He is not afraid.

He is not afraid of death.

But he was still afraid. He was afraid ...

"Your Majesty, believe in His Royal Highness."

He said the old man's lips were shaking slightly.

"Trust him, without [Scepter of Heaven], he can win this victory, just give him enough time ..."

"There is no time."

The emperor interrupted the old attendant.

"I've waited too long."

He looked calm, but there was a morbid madness in his gaze.

"At the end of the empire, let's end it with a magnificent carnival."

He said, as if mumbling.

"Do it."

The old man sighed deeply, but he could not disobey His Majesty's orders. He knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand, and made a dull noise deep in the flesh of his left hand, and then a light shot, a light curtain was released in front of his eyes.

The old attendant held out his dry hand, and his wrinkled fingers were shaking. At this moment, his finger seemed to carry a heavy weight, and for a moment, it was extremely difficult, and he entered the final instructions on the light curtain.

...

At last, his fingertips fell, and the old man closed his eyes in pain.

He knew what it meant to press his fingers.

The gates of purgatory opened.

A living **** is coming.

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"Hello Marshal! [Scepter of Heaven] has an abnormal reaction!"

Qingfa's colonel eagerly reported to his boss.

Different footsteps echoed in the metal promenade, and a group of people hurried forward. The dark-haired marshal walked at the forefront, and the dark boots stepped heavily on the metal ground, and his long legs stepped over, because the air flow that went too fast lifted the navy cloak behind him.

Via followed him, quickly reporting the current emergency situation. Among the others who followed, Mute was also among them. Knowing that the situation was urgent, he followed Robbin honestly.

The silver-white metal gate opened automatically, and Marshal Troll stepped into the command hall and stepped on the floating ladder to the high command round platform.

A huge curved light curtain unfolded in the air throughout the hall, allowing everyone to see clearly.

I saw that the armed satellites belonging to the "Scepter of Heaven" in the light curtain were moving fast, but strangely, they were not moving outward, but inward-toward the position of Emperor Star.

"Completed! Your Excellency! The nearest armed satellite, Tana, will hit God's Star in one hour, twenty-eight minutes and six seconds!"

"Completed! Report! Starting with the first artificial armed satellite, the remaining ten satellites will hit the surface of Emperor Star in succession within 18 minutes!"

"Report! Calculated! If all eleven satellites collide with God, it will cause the crust to change, and the land and ocean structure on the planet's surface will change dramatically, which may cause 41.56% of the surface to be destroyed!"

what is the problem?

Via stared at the trajectories of the satellites moving fast at the moment on the light screen, and the whole person was still.

According to the agreed date, [The Scepter of Heaven] will explode after eleven hours, and the entire fleet is preparing for the final battle after eleven hours, but now—

why? !!

Obviously, the control of the satellites has been handed over to the three families-the homeowners must first carefully verify and verify the highest order of the system's intellectual brain, and then confirm that they have the highest command power in the hands before entering Emperor's-why is this happening now?

What went wrong?

Was the trap discovered by the three owners? Who are the satellite operators now?

wrong--

Via stared at the light curtain.

The armed satellites quickly flew towards Emperor Star while they were still shelling, moving indiscriminate artillery fire on all the warships around them.

If the owners of the three major families were in control, how could it be possible to attack their fleet without discrimination?

For a time, the fleets of the three major families that relied on the "Scepter of Heaven" had suffered heavy losses. Eleven satellites surround the star field of Emperor Star, and artillery fire fired in all directions intertwines into a web of fire. They moved quickly towards Emperor Star, and the fire net became more and more tight. The artillery fire of the armed satellites was extremely powerful, and most of the warships that encountered the fire net were destroyed in an instant.

That fire net shrouded the entire planet of Emperor Star, shrinking towards the planet, filtering out almost all the warships on the path along the way.

What the **** is this--

...

Marshal Troll stood on the podium, frowning slightly as she watched what was happening on the light curtain.

Suddenly, a small light curtain jumped from the side of his podium and appeared in front of him.

"Troll!"

It was an out-of-control shout, and it was sharp and almost out of tune.

Salome appeared on the light curtain of the communication. She was almost lying on the communication platform. Her face was pale as never before.

"... help!"

Almost two words came out of his throat, and Salome's face was pale and pale.

At this moment she looked at Troll almost imploringly.

Mute stayed for a moment, and he had never seen the always proud king girl at this moment almost collapsed to beg for help.

"[Scepter of Heaven] The self-detonation system has been activated ..."

"The self-detonation order given to it is not the place ... but the self-detonation after impacting the Emperor Star ..."

"I don't know ... I don't know what will happen ... He didn't tell me, he didn't tell anyone ... he was crazy ... three ... three ..."

Salome's words were incoherent, and she watched in pain as Troll shook her head, her lips pursing terribly.

"Three of those satellites are ..."

The corners of her eyes twitched convulsively, saying word by word.

"Nuclear bomb."

With a buzzing sound in his head, Vial's words fell off in Salome's words and the whole person was dumb.

He stood there, his mind was blank, and the terrible and intense shock made him almost forget to breathe.

Nuclear bomb, the most brutal and destructive weapon created by mankind.

Such a terrible weapon can destroy a planet with just one. Where nuclear energy rages, all life will disappear.

When a nuclear bomb falls, the entire planet will become a piece of scorched earth.

On Emperor Star, there are a total of 9.8 billion humans.

At this moment, three satellites with nuclear bombs are colliding towards the planet.

...

There was silence in the hall, as if the air was frozen.

Only Salome's terrible voice sounded intermittently.

"Please, Troll, that man **** it, but everyone else on this planet ... so many people ... the people of those empires are innocent ... please, find a way to save them ..."