The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

Outside the screen, the high-ranking generals of the resistance army who were thrown to the ground in the conference room climbed up from the ground one after another. They stared with their eyes wide open and gestured wildly, signaling Ludwig to stop fucking and ask what was going on!

Ludwig didn't even glance at them. He stared at the three-dimensional projection of Ai Wanxin in the air, trying to find any trace of incongruity on that haunting face.

But he couldn't find it.

Ludwig lowered his head and buried all his emotions deep in his eyes. When he raised his eyes again, his dark eyes had regained their usual arrogance and coldness.

"Who are you?" he asked in a gloomy voice.

Jon loosened his hand, letting the communicator automatically float in the air. He walked behind Ai Wanxin and was about to speak, but Ai Wanxin raised her hand to stop him.

"Don't be nervous, Lucy. I'm the actor Jon invited back."

!!!

Jon and Andy's eyes suddenly widened and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Although they were not sure they could fool Ludwig, they didn't mean to show their cards right away! They should at least try to fool him!

There was an obvious sound of heavy breathing outside the screen, and Ai Wanxin faintly heard someone say.

"Actors, haha, you scared me, I thought it was the commander who came back to life."

"I also thought that actors' makeup skills are so advanced nowadays. He looks exactly like the commander."

"Makeup plus face-changing, you don't know, this has been a mature scam for hundreds of years, and many people have been cheated out of their fortunes."

"And the once popular quantum mask, which was banned because too many people changed their faces to look like the commander, or got married with someone who looked like the commander, causing great confusion. Have you forgotten?"

"Really, Jon, next time you do something like this, give me a warning first. You almost scared my heart!"

Everyone started chatting one after another, and because they were relaxed, their voices became louder involuntarily. The entire command room of the rebel flagship was filled with a joyful atmosphere. Only Ludwig's face looked so ugly that it looked like it was painted with a layer of gold paint.

His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and the scar under his eye was stretched tight, throbbing in pain with every beat of his heart.

Little Luxi, no one has ever called him that, except the commander.

It was not a public occasion. He just stopped the commander-in-chief who had just returned to his official residence to rest after dealing with difficult congressmen after a dinner.

He was about to be assigned to the Auriga Naval Base, but he didn't want to go.

The commander might have drunk two glasses of red wine at the dinner, and he looked a little tired, which was rare. She was originally sitting on a chair on the terrace with her eyes closed, but after listening to him talk about his idea of ​​staying on the new main planet, she slowly opened her eyes, which seemed to have condensed hundreds of years of time, and were flexible and full of wisdom.

He was half-kneeling in front of the commander, being stared at by her eyes that seemed to see through everything, but he gritted his teeth and did not retreat.

After a while, he felt a hand gently touching his collar. The commander straightened up and personally straightened the slightly crooked double cross star collar badge for him.

Because they were so close, the unique sweet aroma of the red wine made from Yueyong fruit that was on the commander's body wafted into his nose.

He still remembers how fast his heart was beating at that time, and the hint of regret and reluctance that the commander hinted at when he spoke.

She said: "If possible, I hope to live with you on the new main planet without worries, but no, Xiao Luxi, the people of the Federation need us."

Many times in the middle of the night, Ludwig woke up from nightmares, wishing that time could go back and that he could hold on a little longer and not leave the commander's side.

Even if he was powerless to change the outcome of the war on the distant star, at least he could die with her in battle, instead of wandering like a lonely soul on this isolated island in space, imagining over and over again how much pain she had suffered on the distant star.

Ludwig supported himself on the long table in front of him with one hand and recovered from the dizziness. When he came to his senses, the communicator had been switched to panoramic mode and the others were already chatting happily with Ai Wanxin on the other end of the video.

"How did you do it?" Hermann, who was as strong as a bear, asked in a muffled voice.

Ai Wanxin turned up the collar of his shirt and let them take a look at the round chip attached to it.

Herman clenched his fist as big as a sandbag and slammed it on his palm: "I knew it was the quantum mask!"

Ai Wanxin put down her hand, looked curiously at the people sitting around the circular silver-white conference table, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Since she is so generous, wouldn't it make them, the resistance army, seem petty if they don't answer her?

Herman said generously: "We were in a meeting, laughing at Little Jon for losing even the last frigate formation."

Behind Ai Wanxin's back, Qiao En was so angry that his ears turned red and his forehead was shiny. If you put a kettle on his head at this moment, the kettle would immediately boil and scream.

After hearing what Herman said, Ai Wanxin tilted her head in amusement: "Oh? Wasn't it recent that Jon's fleet was taken away? You found out so quickly, so you must have been keeping an eye on him, right?"

Herman said angrily, "He insisted on staying in that damn federation to find evidence of the commander's murder and to vindicate the commander. He's such a fool. What can we do? Can we just abandon him?"

Ai Wanxin turned to look at Qiao En, eyes full of relief: "As expected, even if the bones are broken, the tendons are still connected. We are good brothers from different fathers and mothers."

Jon was stunned, staring blankly at the three-dimensional images in the air of his comrades who had fought side by side with him and shared life and death with him. He never defended himself and wondered if he had been misunderstood by them, but he didn't expect that they had never doubted him and even always cared about him.

"Hey!" A middle-aged man squeezed next to Herman shouted, "Little Jon, please don't put on such a touching expression, okay? Don't just listen halfway. We are laughing at you, not caring about you."

Jon said angrily: "I'm not moved at all!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha—" Everyone except Ludwig couldn't help laughing.

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Little Jon, come to think of it, what did you want to do by having someone dress up as the commander?"

Jon was being stared at by so many eyes, all of which were seniors with more experience and military exploits than him. He could only helplessly say, "The election is imminent, and I don't want the Speaker to be re-elected successfully."

Herman slammed the table and said, "He still wants to be re-elected? Dream on! Little Lu Xi, say the word, and tomorrow we will go to the new main star!"

Ludwig squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Don't call me that!"