It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The huge fleet slowly sailed into the Fona system, then spread out in an orderly manner according to the location of the fleet, and headed towards the planet of the military fortress where their respective fleet was stationed.

Like a blue-and-black giant whale, Isutar slowly sailed towards the galaxy's main star, Ferner, in an elegant gesture, and then levitated near the fiery red planet.

The dark boots stepped on the soft green grass, and Troll stepped forward. It was late at night, and the stars were a little bit, and a layer of light was spread on the ground, and a layer of light was dropped on the cold side cheek in the night.

The house in the night was very quiet, except for the rustle of the woods not far from the night wind passing by in the air, nothing. Troll entered the house and did not stop downstairs, but went straight up to the third floor.

He knew the child was sleeping on the top floor tonight. After all, since that day, Mute's every move has been almost in his control.

There is only one room on the top floor, except for a large balcony, which is an entire bedroom. As soon as Troll walked in, the tiny starlight fell on him again.

The bedroom on the top floor is not without a roof, but just transparent at this moment. The entire roof and walls are transparent, and no obstacles can be seen. Lying here is like lying under a starry sky. See the endless night sky. The feeling of openness and freedom may be the reason why Mute always chooses to sleep in this bedroom during this time.

The teenager was asleep, lying sideways on the bed, quietly. The soft, light black hair tip slipped from the fair forehead and landed on the white sheet. Arms stretched out of the bed, hands dangled from the edge of the bed.

With a childish, handsome and tender face, the fine eyelashes seem to carry the starlight falling from the sky.

Sitting down by the bed, Troll took the hand that was hanging down the bed and raised it to take a look. The teenager's wrist is very slender, and the light blue transparent halo surrounding the wrist is slowly turning, and the faint blue light reflects the face of the marshal in the night.

The skin color of that wrist and the teenager's complexion had recovered. During the period when I was fully absorbed, my body was not used to it, so it would cause a short period of discomfort and extreme fatigue, but after a long time, I would get used to and recover slowly. Although the strength is weaker than ordinary people, it will not hinder normal life too much.

In fact, Mute was only reminded of the time when he was very sick when he was lying on a hospital bed and he couldn't move, so he was frightened by his sudden weakness.

In the dark night, the man leaned down. Starlight fell from the sky and fell on the man.

So the dark shadow enveloped the boy under the man in darkness, as if devoured by darkness.

The man's head fell down, into the darkness, and was never seen again.

The huge net unfolded behind the boy, and the thin silk threads in the night glowed with pale shimmer.

The juvenile was imprisoned.

It seemed like a cobweb that entangled him ... one tangible, and the other invisible.

[Spider] ...?

Under the night sky, the tiny filaments seemed to tremble under the stars. Countless shimmering filaments, centered on the young boy who slept, stretched out in all directions.

The man leaned over the sleeping teenager, his hands on the sides of the teenager.

The hundreds of thin filaments that unfolded were like huge cobwebs in the night, and the glowing filaments extended indefinitely in the dark and melted in the night.

It was an indescribable weird scene. At a glance, it was unstoppable. The beauty was extremely extreme, but it was also terrifying.

The hunter who climbed the net controlled its prey under his body and fell into this huge net that could not be broken.

Thirst, hunger ...

A hunter who has lost his prey can only die, so the desire to survive will make people crazy.

The man's fingers fell on the corners of the sleeping teenager, and his fingertips gently brushed the fine eyelashes in the corner of the eye.

The knuckled fingers became whiter and scarier in the dark, like bones.

Obviously only the traces of the fingertips, but it was just that little movement, inexplicably frightening.

I can't say what it feels like, but that action makes people feel ... this man is extremely scary and extremely dangerous.

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So if you can do that ... like the creature you said [Spider], swallow your limbs so that you can no longer escape.

Swallow your eyes so you never see anyone outside of me.

Swallow your lips so you can never talk to anyone other than me.

Swallow your blood, your flesh, your bones, and swallow them into your belly, leaving nothing left.

If it can be done ...

...

Just, reluctantly.

After all, still reluctant.

He put the child in the softest part of his heart, and even the slightest touch made him crazy.

He can only hold the only chip and refuses to let go.

He didn't know what would happen.

But he knew that fear and timidity had made him an outright coward.

He craves the warmth of the soft body in his arms at this moment and refuses to let go.

Even just at this moment, at this second.

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The war is still going on, the whole universe is still endlessly struggling, all forces are struggling in the vortex mud, weak meat and strong food, either you die or I die. Either swallow up others to strengthen themselves, or be swallowed up by others to become a stepping stone for others to grow.

In the midst of chaos, the power of Marshal Troll expanded in an orderly manner. It was like a huge whale shark, swimming in the ocean of stars, swallowing everything in one breath.

Everyone watched Marshal Troll's strength grow rapidly, he continued to wage war, like a ferocious beast, opening his claws to the entire universe. It is not a wise thing to launch wars so often. According to common sense, such high-frequency wars will bring a great psychological load on the people. It is fine if they win, but once they are defeated once or twice Dominoes can easily collapse.

Yes, according to common sense.

It's just that the young marshal is very reasonable. He has never tasted defeat since the beginning of the war. He has become a legend in the universe, a myth in the hearts of soldiers and soldiers-all his generals are his fanatic worship. In the direction that his hand is pointing at, his general will kill him fiercely like a hungry wolf.

Although the war was costly, Marshal Troll swallowed each star field, and the resources obtained were not only able to fill his consumption, but even more to enrich his power.

Supporting war by war, this is the strategy proposed by his core staff.

Marshal Troll's fleet is known for its speed, swiftness, fierceness, and aggression. There is no need to learn the rest of the rest of the forces as a keynote. If you learn it, you will lose your strong vitality and aggressive aggressiveness, and become nondescript.

For some reason, Marshal Troll's attacks have been particularly fierce in recent times ... If he had fought wars so often that he did not follow common sense, then now it is not just common sense. Now he is like It is a humanoid war machine.

Fierce, ruthless, and unrelenting, he bit all the blockers in front of him.

A war followed by a war, swallowed up the next force, took no breath, and waited for a few days, and immediately turned around and began to attack the other force fiercely. The crowd all had the feeling that this man was crazy.

"Your Mightiness."

The Colonel Qingfa stood in front of Marshal Troll. As soon as he raised his hand, a virtual light curtain was projected on his side. As his hand swept from top to bottom, the light blue data on the light curtain It's constantly beating.

"Our department needs to rest."

Via said that it was simple and straightforward without turning corners.

No matter how brave and brave, and fearless life and death, there is a limit.

Regardless of the fleet's equipment or the mental state of the soldiers, a short rest period is required.

In just ten days, the Field Marshal who had waged six or seven wars sat quietly on the icy silver-white metal conductor's seat, sharp eyes staring at the Via standing in front of him in a cold light. . Fine black hair was scattered in the narrow corners of his eyes, and his dark blue pupils reflected the lights in the hall, like the hue of a glacier on the sea on a silent winter night.

He glanced at Via, and Via's chest tightened.

For no reason, Via simply felt that the recent marshal was very difficult to reach-although it was so long ago, it was probably that the troubled teenager turned around the marshal, and he was also used to the gentleness of the marshal when the boy It was almost impossible for him to forget the incompressible gas field of Marshal Lord.

It was like the marshal's glance at him, meaningless, not intentional, but the bottom of the eye was the glacier that was so scary at sea.

Via frowned, thinking about waiting to go back to contact Robin, and asked when the illness would be all right and return to Ishtar.

Glancing at Via, Marshal Troll glanced across the long virtual light curtain beside Via.

He then said, "After the next battle, return."

"Yes!"

The marshal's order was quickly passed on, cheering up the soldiers who were beginning to feel tired. After a little rest, the fleet jumped to the Idell galaxy. Soon, a war broke out in the galaxy, which lasted for two full days and one night. The flames of war flared in the universe, and the light of fire illuminated the black starry sky.

Marshal Troll stood on a high podium, and the huge star map unfolded in the air in front of him. His eyes were very bright and sharp, like the eyes of a black hawk traveling in the sky overlooking the earth.

He stood there, like a sharp sword stabbed on top of the iceberg.

The numerous sparks that bloomed in the huge star map before him fell into his dark blue pupils, like the cold starlight flashing under his eyes.

"Hello Marshal, the message of surrender from the flagship of Yier, may I ask you?"

With the cold metallic luster in the hall, the standing marshal shook his head, expressionless.

"Fight all."

He says.

"Yes!"

The correspondent quickly passed the order.

As we all know, Marshal Troll rarely accepts the surrender.

Unless it is before the war, surrender will be considered at that time, but surrender when the war is about to fall, 100% will not be accepted. Marshal Troll has been criticized and criticized by other forces for many times, saying that he is a brutal, dictator, and a **** inferior person.

But no matter how condemned or jumped by others, Troll could not move. The so-called condemnation, the Marshal was too lazy to listen at all and didn't care. As for the hatred and scolding of the deceased before his death, it is nothing to do with him.

As a result, the enemy's surviving fleet on the star chart was surrounded by groups and forced into a dead end, basically waiting for the rhythm of death. Even if you want to fight to death, I am afraid that it will not make much waves.

Although the faces of many people in the hall were still a little tired, they all showed joy. After this hard battle was defeated, the military power of this star field was completely defeated by them, that is, the star field had fallen into their hands.

After the battle was over, the marshal's sphere of influence expanded by a sixth of the star field. A big step away from their goal of the stars and the sea. At this rate, and a conservative estimate, I'm afraid that within five years--

No matter how the subordinates were turbulent, after confirming that the war had come to an end, Marshal Troll turned around and planned to take a short break in the lounge on the side of the hall.

Continuous high-intensity combat made him slightly tired. After all, the participating fleets can be rotated, the participating generals can be rotated, and the participating soldiers can be rotated. Only the commander who controls the overall strategy and the battlefield is absolutely irreplaceable. of. So in these ten-day high-intensity battles, everyone else had rested alternately, and only Troll took a short nap every day.

As soon as he turned around, a blue-and-black bracelet on his wrist snapped, and a virtual light curtain popped out from his side.

A masked man appeared on top of the light curtain. Before the crowd reacted, the mask man shouted directly at Troll.

"wrong!"

Although the face under the mask cannot be seen, the anxiety of the mask man can be felt at this moment by listening to the voice and pressing the clenched hands on the console.

"be cheated!"

When the mask man said the first sentence, Via next to him gestured suddenly, and the noise barrier around the podium popped out instantly. The mask man did not continue to speak after finishing the first sentence, until he saw the isolation barrier around Troll rise, and Troll was only surrounded by Via and two other henchmen he knew, Before continuing.

"Fooled," he repeated, his voice darkened. "That's what the Crotos do, and so do we."

"Gal's traces detected by the detector, those so-called signs of activity, and Caesar's tracker signals ... all these are artifacts."

"This planet seems to be blocked by a strange illusion. What we have searched and even thought we saw with our own eyes, is all the illusion that the illusion barrier showed us."

He said darkly, "We've been tricked."

Via frowned. He couldn't figure out what he was doing. He could only stand aside and listen quietly.

"Where are those Gals?"

Marshal asked, expressionless, pointing directly at the core.

"do not know."

These days, all the images of Gha's activity on the planet detected by their so-called detectors are all false. According to research, that layer of strange energy hood that covers the planet has a function similar to semi-hypnosis that affects human spirit and thinking. It affects the thinking of all humans near it, making them think they see Gamma on the planet. Images of life.

"But I have sent someone to land on the ground. There are indeed traces of life on the planet, but they have been abandoned. Looking at those traces, they should have hurriedly evacuated the planet not long ago."

The mask man replied coldly, "No one is above the planet now."

Marshal Troll stood still, his eyes down, as if thinking about something.

Via looked at the mask man on one side, frowning and trying to speak.

However, he just opened his mouth and suddenly heard a long beep, which was different from a slight snoring sound when connected to the communication, but a violent alarm sound.

Almost at the same time as the alarm sounded, a huge virtual light curtain popped up beside everyone, and a fiery red planet slowly turning in the starry sky emerged from the light curtain.

【alarm! Urgent alert! Foner's protective cover was attacked! 】

【repeat! alarm! Foner's protective cover is being attacked by abnormal energy! 】

University of Viagra was too late to speak.

The first reaction is impossible.

The second response was that the protective brain on Ferner was broken.

It should be known that although Ferner does not have an armed defense force, the dense surroundings of the Ferner galaxy are all high-precision small star fortresses.

From the inside to the outside, one layer after another, those countless armed star fortresses and fleet bases have surrounded the entire Fona system in an impenetrable way. Except for the fleet under the direct control of Troll, there is absolutely no force in this universe. Fleet had the ability to break in-and still broke in so quietly.

But no matter how much Via didn't want to believe, the rapid sirens continued to sound.

The virtual translucent screen shook a bit, and the image that originally showed the fiery red planet suddenly pulled into the direction of the planet, and as the image pulled in-it started with just a little blue gloss, and the next moment, it was surrounded by a blue aperture A figure floating in the cosmic starry sky is displayed in front of everyone.

A stream of light blue halo surrounds the whole body, and the juvenile's soft, short hair like white snow flying above the fiery red planet is flying in the dark starry sky.

The purple-lined clothing on a white background wrapped the juvenile's long body. He was suspended in the universe, his slender limbs stretched out, and the invisible air flow lifted the sky-blue cloak behind him. It also made his short white hair fly like a white cloud in the night sky. .

Gah?

Via saw her pupil with a flash of blue light blinking.

This one seems to be ... the one that appeared during the Star Wars.

But why did this Gha attack Ferner's shield?

He thought to himself, without seeing the white-haired teenager appear on the screen, Marshal Troll's face suddenly changed color.

The rapid footsteps sounded instantly, and as Via looked up, there was only time to see his Marshal Lord disappear into the tip of the cloak raised in the transfer device.

"His Marshal—?"

Soon, a small, dark, fast spaceship flew out of the huge hatch of Ishtar with a booming sound, swiftly traversed an arc in the universe, and then disappeared into the starry sky.

It is continuously leaping through the universe at the fastest speed, galloping, and galloping towards the Furna galaxy at nearly terrible speed.

Via, ordered by Marshal to stay on Isutar to clean the battlefield, stood by the podium, watching the disappearing light spot on the star map, and frowned tightly.

What exactly does that sudden Gamma want to do?

Why attack Ferner's shield?

Why did His Excellency Marshal change his face as soon as he saw him, no matter how they persuaded, they went their own way, without any accompanying guards, and rushed back to Fernandez in the most dangerous way.

Via frowned, thinking.

After finishing the current battlefield, he had to contact Robin immediately and ask everything carefully.

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On the fiery red planet, an extremely light circle surrounds it.

At this moment, on the periphery of this faint aperture, there is an extremely young-looking white-haired teenager suspended above the aperture, among the stars of the universe.

A circle of light blue halo surrounds the teenager. In the circle, the invisible airflow makes the teenager's white hair and the sky blue cloak behind him fly.

He held out his hand, as if trying to touch the aperture that enveloped the red planet.

With a slam, a light like an electric current slammed his hand out, and a small spark exploded at his fingertips, sending a slight tingling sensation.

Noah looked cold, and he reached out his hand again.

This time, there was a loud noise, and the light-filled aperture suddenly collapsed and shattered when his hand touched it again—with Noah's location as the center, and it shattered in all directions like a collapse Come.

A huge hole appeared in the aperture that was forcibly crushed, and the white-haired boy who was originally blocked by the aperture flew through the hole to the red planet with no effort.

Through the thick atmosphere, the blue aperture and the atmosphere friction sparked. When the white-haired boy descended from the sky and slowly landed towards the earth, his whole body seemed to be carrying a blue flame.

He was suspended in the air, looking down under the scorching sun.

When he came to this planet for the second time, he came to this villa. When Noah saw the invisible light mask over the villa, his eyes were even colder.

He levitates in the air, the cloak behind him is flying high, his eyes flashing with blue light to close, his thoughts extend indefinitely.

In his consciousness, he called the name of the child trapped in it, and his unfolding spirit slowly contacted the soft spirit below, and then blended ...

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There was a flash of light in the starry sky, and a small black fast battleship whistled through the universe and plunged into the atmosphere of the fiery red planet.

The battleship landed heavily, and someone jumped from the hatch that had just opened a little while before the ladder could be lowered.

The dark military boots were trampled on the green grassland, and the heavily-grassed grass was lying down on the ground in a row. With several breaths, Marshal Troll had stood in front of the villa.

On the vast grassland, the woods of white dry red leaves rustling in the wind not far away, and the tall villa stood on the grassland as usual, quiet and silent.

The bracelet on Troll's wrist was lit, and the special protective cover covering the villa was still there. As the bracelet flashed, the light cover covering it flashed.

But there was no sign of relaxation in Troll's face. He tightened his lips, frowned, and stared at the quiet room in front of him with sharp eyes.

There was nothing, nothing could be heard, except the slightest movement when the wind passed by.

In addition, you can see the countless thin filaments that extend from the villa, intertwined in the air, and tremble gently in the wind.

Troll stood there for a minute, and then he moved forward.

step.

It's just a step.

At the moment when that step was not even landing--

There was a loud noise, such as the destruction of the earth, the earth shaking violently, and the sky shattered in an instant--

The countless thin filaments exploded into powder in a split second, and the shattered light spots spread over the sky, spreading the sky's fluorescence, like countless stars falling from the sky.

The sky shattered-it was the mask over the villa that collapsed-

The entire villa also cracked in the sky, the wall collapsed, the column broke, the glass fragments splashed around, and the bricks and stones rolled down to the ground.

The dust was flying everywhere, like a white gray fog.

Then the mist cleared.

The blue shimmer came out of it, dissipating the mist.

Troll stood on the still earth, he stood still, as if rooted on the earth.

His hands dangled sideways, his **** gloves were ruffled.

The air rushing out of the crash slammed into him fiercely, brushing across his face and across his side.

His dark hair fluttered backwards in a mess, almost endlessly.

The white cloak behind him seemed to be torn back by a large invisible hand, and the golden ornaments around the shoulders collided fiercely with each other, making a crisp metallic impact.

The young marshal stood there, standing still.

Only the roaring wind blows his white cloak high behind him, meandering and dancing, showing the extreme contrast with that straight body.

He tilted his head slightly and looked up.

There, in front of the Marshal, the black-eyed boy was suspended in midair.

An invisible air flow surrounds the boy, agitating his corner of clothing.

The sun fell on the teenager's wrist, and the complexion became whiter. In the flying dust, the slender wrist was clean and nothing.

Behind the boy, Noah, with white hair, hovered behind him, holding out Mute's other hand with his outstretched right hand.

Countless fluorescences shattered by the light filaments in the air fall from the floating Mute.

The light falling from the sky was too bright, clustering around Mute, making it difficult to see the face of the boy hidden in the backlight. He hovered in the air, looking down at the man in front of him, and his scattered forehead made it difficult to see his eyes at this moment.

Under the sky, Mute looked down at Troll.

Above the earth, Troll also looked at him.

Finely broken fluorescence fell from the air one by one and fell beside them.

[Where you are, where I am. 】

Troll looked up, his eyes narrowed, as if the icy ash remaining after the flames.

He looked at Mute, a little blank and a little helpless.

He stood there, leaning his head, his eyes seemed to have any traces of fragmentation at this instant, and the traces of death and pain when the snow and wind were raging.

[I'm right next to the major general and I'm not going anywhere. 】

He raised his hand and reached in the direction of the boy.

The fingertips wrapped in snow-white gloves seemed to try to grasp something.

His dark blue pupils are like the heartbreaking blueness that the last person who sunk slowly into the ocean in an extremely cold glacier was dying.

Troll opened her lips.

The scarlet lips, which were barely visible, were almost cramped and moved hard.

He said, "... please."

The dark-haired marshal stood on the ground and stretched out his hands, his lips pale and terrible.

He said, please.

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Mute was suspended in midair, and an invisible air flow surrounded him.

The sun fell from the sky and shone on his body. In the backlight, he could not see his eyes clearly.

It was hard to see whether he was looking at the moment or the man who reached out to him.

He just hovered quietly in the air, flying his forehead across his cheek, and he just looked at it, saying nothing.

Then he disappeared into the air.

He disappeared quietly, disappeared cleanly, nothing left.

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Quiet between heaven and earth, Troll stood, half a moment unmoved.

The fingers in snow-white gloves retracted a little and clenched.

I could not see the fingers under the gloves clenched to the whiteness of the knuckles, but I could hear a slight noise when the knuckles were tightened to the extreme and frustrated.

He stood there, the wind had stopped, the dark forehead was scattered in a mess, and a deep shadow fell before his eyes.

He didn't move, the countless fluorescences in the sky were still flying, and they fell down, like countless fine snow flakes falling on him.

The light spots melted into his dark hair and disappeared into his dark military uniform.

He stood there silently, as if the light between heaven and earth had disappeared beside him.

...

Don't go.

……Please.