From interstellar refugee to marshal's wife

The high priest's mist image tightly wrapped around the main star, unconsciously stimulating the strongest power of their clan.

The alien lord and prince who were far away on the front line were also scratching their heads in annoyance. They sent reinforcements who had sneaked in just one step too late!

Just one step!

He watched helplessly as the black shell formed, but he was helpless.

Marshal Jian, who was rushing to rescue them from behind, chased them up again and started fighting with them.

This is good, the enemy and we are like layer upon layer of sandwich cakes, and no one can do anything to the other.

The Plutonians were trapped, and the other aliens cheered and celebrated that they had finally captured the main star for the first time in history. The main star of the Pluto galaxy is trapped, isn't it just around the corner to capture their galaxy? !

But the alien lord and prince——were not able to rejoice at all.

The high priest in this form has no independent consciousness at all, although he is not dead yet. Moreover, it has no access to oil and salt from the outside world, and cannot distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

It is not easy for people in the Pluto System to kill him completely; it is not easy to get him back from the main star of the Pluto System.

"Master, what are the chances of me sneaking in and stealing the high priest group back?" The alien prince had just come down from the front line and was exhausted. He sat next to the bed where the alien lord lay, chatting with him.

"Okay, okay, be careful, I'll swallow you up. Not only will I have to fish for the high priest, but I'll also hatch you. I don't have the ability to allocate energy to hatch you out now." The alien lord dragged him as if he was paralyzed. The unresponsive right half of the body turned over, facing the back of his brother's head with a snap of his fingers.

"Ouch!" The alien prince rubbed the back of his head and bared his teeth: "If it doesn't work, it won't work. Is there a need for a sneak attack?"

"This won't work, that won't work either! Is it really going to take the high priest to absorb enough energy to restore himself? How many years and months will it take?" Others don't know the secrets of the high priest's family, but as a member of the alien royal family, he still knows it of.

Xiao He succeeds and loses Xiao He. This mist-like ability can delay the death of the high priest to the greatest extent, but it is also very difficult to meet the conditions for resurrection.

The greatest function is to maintain the immortal state of the high priest and allow time for the new royal family to reproduce.

That's right! It is the reproduction of a new royal family.

The birth of each new generation of lord will be accompanied by a new high priest, and the new high priest needs to inherit the energy of the previous high priest. Even a trace is enough. Only by accepting the energy of the previous generation of high priests can the new high priests completely receive the inheritance of the high priest family and become a true high priest.

According to tradition, the high priest will extract some of his own energy and store it in the monarch or priest's temple for emergencies.

Even if something happens to the high priest, the extracted energy can still exist before the high priest dies completely with the help of the mist-like ability.

As long as a new high priest is born and accepts these energies, whether the previous high priest returns or not will not affect the reproduction of the alien race.

The bad thing is that this generation of alien lords and alien princes have not made preparations for reproduction at all. If they start to prepare from now on, they will not be able to figure out those rules and regulations without the advice of the high priest!

I think it was the high priest who was chasing them, hoping that they would get ready to reproduce.

What now?

With both hands spread out, there is no other way but to get the high priest back! Putting aside whether or not to reproduce a new royal family, the high priest is also unobtainable to implement their backup plan.

Fortunately, the royal family still has some back-up methods for the ability to transform into mist, but there is really no way to implement it now!

That is, after sucking up a wrapped object, the black shell will look for the next target nearby and wrap it up. Using this rule, as long as the high priest prepares enough energy or objects that can be devoured, there is still a chance to resurrect him.

But the current situation on Pluto's main star... One army group is wrapped in it, and two army groups are chasing around the main star at any time. Most of the troops were firmly held back by the two armies on the front line...

It's difficult to even get close. If you want to risk your life and survive, you can attack the main star - an attack that can destroy the interior without harming the black shell almost only exists in the ideal setting.

Taking into account the limitations of actual operations, the appropriate strike strength can only be found after multiple experiments.

But this must at least allow them to move the Monarch-class battleship there safely and have enough space and time to conduct experiments.

Obviously it's not realistic now.

"My lord, how about I go to the priest's hall and search around, and you can cooperate with me to try to reproduce?" The alien prince decided to take a shortcut and try his luck. It is also a good idea to follow the path of our ancestors~

The alien lord felt physically nauseous when he thought about that scene of reproduction.

"Ugh!" He vomited all over the face of the alien prince who was sitting by the bed and looking at him with a smug look on his face.

The alien prince, who was almost suffocated by the sour, spicy, fishy, ​​semi-digested, turbid, semi-liquid and semi-solid substance, finally pulled away and returned to the light through his blurred vision.

"Ugh!" He vomited as soon as his sense of smell came back.

But this time he failed to vomit on the alien lord, but instead "added bricks and tiles" to his own clothes...

In the end, I could only abandon my five senses and turn into a beam of light that plunged straight into an endlessly flowing river. I almost shed my skin before going ashore at the last moment when the light was out.

"Let me go...the master's phobia of reproduction is really not what he said. He is really mean-mouthed today!"

I threw away the dirty clothes and went back to my place to wash myself properly. It was already midnight when the humanoid came back to the alien lord's room.

As a result, the alien master jumped out to him as soon as he saw him: "I have thought about it. As a prince, although you have a smaller chance of reproducing a royal family, it is not completely impossible. From tomorrow on, you don't have to worry about other things. Concentrate on reproducing in the rear.”

Looking at his brother who was walking in with his legs raised like a statue, he said seriously: "It's me who deserves the title of Lord. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't!"

"The future of our alien race depends on you! Brother!"

Without waiting for the alien prince to refute, he shouted directly outside: "Come here! The prince wants to reproduce. Please escort the prince to the high priest's hall now."

"Recruit all the high-ranking nobles that the high priest selected before, one by one. No one is allowed to disturb him until he successfully reproduces the next lord!"

Seeing the alien prince being dragged away by two guards, the alien lord finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I kept muttering in my heart:

Let him reproduce? !

Let him, a straight man, be ridden by thousands of people? !

It's better to let the alien race be destroyed.

Thinking about it this way, the Alien Lord had some lingering conscience regarding the "affair" that the Alien Prince was about to suffer.

"Come here, bring up the list selected by the high priest. I want to pick it myself. When it comes to the next lord, we can't be careless." What he said was righteous and high-sounding.

In fact, I secretly wanted to pick something gentler and more beautiful... to avoid the psychological and physical suffering of the alien prince.

As for the fact that a dead Taoist friend will not die a poor Taoist, that must be implemented seriously!