A New Character Every Month

"Xiao An, do you want to eat?"

The boy's father was a big man with a square face. He stopped and smiled on his numb face.

The little boy looked at his father, shook his head, and took his hand to leave: "These are not tasty, I like nutritious meals."

Twenty years ago, a devastating disaster broke out in the human star field, a large number of geniuses fell, and the human race ushered in an unprecedented crisis.

The joint invasion of the gods and void creatures, coupled with the long-simmering rebellion within the human race, has caused the territory of the human star field to shrink again and again, and now there is no one in ten.

And many of them are still resource-poor and few inhabited planets.

Since then, many materials have been included in the scope of the government's jurisdiction, and most of them are used to support soldiers who are fighting against the enemy's invasion on the front line.

Although food is also included, but with the development of technology to this point, the people below will definitely not be hungry.

Every citizen can get a nutritious meal that is enough to fill the stomach. This is a meal composed of various man-made foods. While being full, it can also meet the various nutrients that ordinary people need.

And the flavors are varied, no worse than normal ones.

But compared with the meat of alien beasts that contain star power and can help in cultivation, it is still a lot worse, more precisely, it is not at the same level at all.

"The nutritious meal is good, but Dad wants to eat meat today."

The square-faced man didn't move. He glanced at his son who was about to pull him away, touched his head, and motioned for him to let go: "Wait for Dad, it will be fine soon."

The big square-faced man strode forward and limped into the butcher's shop. He spent more than half of his wages last month to buy a small piece of exotic animal meat.

In fact, he was planning to come to buy the meat next week for his son to eat and practice, but it was only a few days earlier.

hum ~ hum ~

The bracelet vibrated suddenly.

The square-faced man opened the light screen of the bracelet and saw that it was a letter for all veterans.

[To Sergeant Liang Yonghou...]

"It seems that the front line is in a hurry again."

With sad eyes, Liang Yonghou clicked on the registration button at the bottom of the letter and uploaded his information.

In fact, he has received the same letter no less than a hundred times, and he has done the registration operation no less than dozens of times, but each time ended in failure.

Originally, although his strength was not strong, he was still an extraordinary person.

It's a pity that not long after joining the army, he was severely injured and nearly died in a battle with void creatures. In the end, although he survived by luck, he lost all his cultivation.

His right leg is also lame because of a strange destructive energy, and there is no cure for it. Unless he cuts off his right leg and replaces it with a prosthetic, he will not be able to walk normally.

This also caused him to be inferior to an ordinary person now, so he was refused to enlist again in the army one after another.

The moment Liang Yonghou closed the bracelet and pushed open the door, a smile appeared on his face, and he could no longer see the slightest sadness.

"What's wrong, my little baby, who bullied you?"

He looked at his son waiting at the door. At this moment, Xiao An's eyes were red, and tears kept rolling down his face.

Xiao An shook her head and cried, "Father, I... I won't watch meat again..."

Children who grow up in adversity are often precocious.

At Xiao An's age, he already knew that his father spent a small amount of wages to buy exotic animal meat, not to satisfy his own appetite, but for him.

Liang Yonghou knelt down and wiped Xiao An's tears with his hand.

He didn't indoctrinate his son with any messy ideas, but said with a smile: "If you feel uncomfortable, practice hard, and strive to become an extraordinary person, a warrior, and someone useful to our race as soon as possible. "

"Ok!"

Xiao An nodded heavily, with firmness written all over her face.

"Xiao An..."

Liang Yonghou looked at the boy, and a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a young man who always had a smile on his face no matter when and where, as if everything was under control.

Sunshine, self-confidence, genius, and strength, these words seem to be perfectly integrated in that figure.

"Lin Zian, if you hadn't died, wouldn't our human race be much better now?"

Liang Yonghou fell into deep thought. If he threw this hypothesis to other people, those people might think he was crazy.

For a person who was not in the starlight realm before his death, even if he was a genius, what effect would a dozen years have on the current situation?

But for Liang Yonghou, he firmly believed that if Lin Zi'an was still alive, even if human beings retreated steadily, the situation would definitely be much better than it is now.

His self-confidence comes from his student days 20 years ago.

At that time, he saw with his own eyes how the other party rose.

Some people say that Lin Zian's rise is nothing more than being born into a good family background, having abundant resources, and being able to concentrate on cultivation.

But Liang Yonghou knew that even if Lin Zian was born in an ordinary family, even if he was an orphan or a beggar, he would still rise up.

If I had to say a reason, it would probably be that when I was in the academy, Lin Zi'an was always able to mix with a group of extraordinary people as a non-superhuman person, and he didn't see any negative emotions such as discouragement or despair.

As he got older, Liang Yonghou also became more and more aware of how rare that kind of character was.

Thinking back on Lin Zian's disappearance, Liang Yonghou thought to himself, "If only I could use my useless life in exchange for your return..."

"Dad, Daddy..."

Xiao An's anxious call sounded from the side.

Liang Yonghou looked at his son Xiaoan with a nervous face at first. This name was chosen in memory of Lin Zian.

He raised his hand and rubbed Xiao An's head, then stood up: "Let's go."

Under the bright light, two figures, one big and one small, gradually disappeared at the end of the street.

The former territory of the human race has now become a paradise for the gods and void creatures.

Here, the surviving humans can only be reduced to blood food, slaves for labor, or pets for viewing.

On one of the huge planets, in front of the majestic hall, there are two camps, one is the beautiful and handsome protoss guards, and the other is the ugly and evil void creatures.

The two sides are not giving in.

The void creature looked at the protoss with malicious eyes, while the protoss was wary of each other, and contempt flashed in their eyes from time to time.

In the spacious hall, there are two figures sitting on the left and the right.

"Soros, is the seal I gave you useful?"

The existence of speaking is hidden in the black mist, and the slightest feature cannot be seen.

His voice is also very strange, like male, female, old, or young, the first voice is harsh and hoarse, extremely unpleasant, while the latter voice is like the panting of a beautiful woman, full of temptation.

This weird and abrupt timbre is like editing countless sounds into a sentence, playing each byte randomly.

"You didn't tell me that using that seal would cost you so much."

The person who answered was a protoss, about three meters tall, with waist-length blond hair behind his head, and crystal-like skin, so transparent that he could see the blood vessels underneath, emitting a faint light.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips...every organ is like a work of art handed down from generation to generation, perfect and inaccessible, and there is no incongruity when they meet together. The ultimate balance makes the beauty of this face Take it to the next level.

Beautiful enough to be gender-neutral, beautiful enough to attract any man or woman, beautiful enough to cross racial divides.

"It's just some men who can be supplemented. Compared with me, I lack a strong hole card."

Heiwu laughed loudly and said: "Soros, as the king of the gods, don't tell me that you love the people like a son, and you have sealed Guo Wudi, we can also free up our hands to deal with his race, so as to avoid the situation from becoming impossible for us. The point of control."

Soros' eyes were cold, and he said again: "Let's not talk about my side, Lord of the Void, have you solved that monster?"

The Lord of the Void hidden in the black mist said: "You mean the human named Saitama? He is quite special, even I can't solve it in a short time, but he has been trapped by my men now, no Let him mess up our plans."

"That's good, we must exterminate the human race as soon as possible."

Soros said: "The consciousness of the world has begun to wake up, and it is transporting energy to the human race to superimpose it. If it is delayed for dozens or hundreds of years, the human race will inevitably give birth to many strong people. By then, our gods will have a hard time, and your void creatures will have a hard time. .”

"It's time to reap..."

The Void Lord let out bursts of ugly or seductive laughter.

Chapter 370 The Seventh Final Battle

In a hidden space port, dozens of spaceships are quietly suspended.

The tail of each spaceship is lit with light blue flames, and their engines have already been warmed up, ready to go at any time.

But at this moment, they all stood motionless at the port, as if they were waiting for some order.

In one of the unremarkable spaceships, the captain and deputy captain were pacing back and forth in the control room, their faces full of tension.

drop!drop!drop……

The sound from the wristband disturbed the thoughts of the two of them.

"It's my bracelet ringing."

The captain quickly raised the bracelet and found that it was a highly confidential text message, so he turned his back on the deputy captain and dozens of people around him, entered a line of keys into the bracelet, and opened the text message.

A palm-sized light screen was projected, with a short line of text on it.

Seeing the content, the captain was taken aback for a moment, then fell silent again.

"A message from above?"

The deputy captain saw it and quickly asked him: "Did you say when General Lin will come? Or should we pick her up now?"

The captain didn't answer, he turned around and looked at the dozens of people watching him, and directly ordered: "Get ready, we will set off in 2 minutes, there are 110 seconds left, and the error cannot exceed [-] seconds. "

Each of these dozens of people has rich experience in spaceship control, and their abilities and talents are also excellent choices. The average age is forty, and they cannot be underestimated anywhere, but they are gathered in such a small control room at this time.

After hearing the captain's order, their expressions changed.

No one spoke, but they all showed puzzled expressions.

At this moment, the deputy captain asked the doubts in their hearts: "Captain Liu, have you forgotten General Lin? When will she come?"

"She won't come."