The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

People call the tyrant the cosmic tyrant.

There are often tyrants, and not everyone can be called such a title, but the name of the universe tyrant is worthy of the name.

During the Dark Ages, there was no confrontation between humans and Zerg.

Both are equally species living under the rule of a tyrant.

The Zergs in the dark age are even more powerful than today's Zergs. Hundreds of millions of Zergs have a unique and powerful leader. Space.

Nothing can stop these powerful creatures, they can even enter the universe with their bodies, and travel through wormholes and space tunnels.

The Zerg is the darling of the world, they roamed the stars lawlessly until they met a tyrant.

Unable to attack, unable to resist, and even the idea of ​​resistance is difficult to arise.

The mother worm's ability to rule the Zerg seems to have completely failed, and the tyrant rules everything.

He said that if people live, the dead will come back to life, and if people are killed, even people who are healthy will die.

Zerg is no exception.

Or rather, they are more so.

The fear of tyrants is deeply rooted in the soul and passed down in the genes.

The worms are well aware of the terror of the tyrant and the power of the man who ruled the world.

Shen Qi looked at the black mecha obsessively, some vague connection connected him with the people in the mecha.

He didn't know how the mummy was resurrected, he only knew that when he realized it, the connection had been born.

He can control the corpse.

And this corpse, which was clearly dead and could no longer die, also started to move.

It shuttled through the mausoleum familiarly, accepted Shen Qi's order, and drove the mecha it had been alive to the battlefield in front of it.

It is as majestic as a god of war, tearing all provocateurs into pieces with ease.

The golden film gradually faded away, and the pitch-black figure stood in the universe.

Then the fire broke out.

That was the light blasted by the falling airship.

The slaughter of tyrants begins.

Qi Chen fell into a deep sleep, his brows relaxed, as if immersed in some sweet dream, without any discomfort at all.

But I couldn't wake up.

The medical soldiers of the Ninth Army quickly rushed in and sent the man to the medical cabin. Xiao Wutong held his hand tightly and followed the man all the way.

He knew that no matter how advanced the medical technology was, Qi Chen's illness would not be effective.

Injuries to the soul can only be healed by the soul.

The Alliance Marshal was pushed into the medical cabin, Xiao Wutong turned around and glanced at the busy medical soldier, turned his head and sat down beside the hospital bed, and grabbed the opponent's hand.

A warm touch came from the palm.

Xiao Wutong closed his eyes and immersed his soul deep in his heart.

The seabed called Consciousness Sea is an area that even the system cannot touch.

Darkness enveloped everything.

The boy opened his eyes.

Within reach, there is boundless darkness, and his spirit body exudes a gray light in this darkness.

Xiao Wutong walked forward, he was looking for Qi Chen, and the other party was not difficult to find.

That pure white soul is even more obvious than Xiao Wutong's.

But it's even weirder.

The man floated in the darkness with his eyes closed, and his body was divided abruptly in the middle.

Half of it was complete, but the other half was broken into large pieces, connected in series by tiny silk threads, barely maintaining the shape of a human being.

And between the two, there is a more obvious and deeper crack. The two ends of the crack have been completely separated, but there are some small places that are gradually connecting.

That is the soul fragment of the self-healing consciousness of the cultivator who started to save himself.

It is also a problem that Xiao Wutong must solve.

The boy sighed.

That deep sigh echoed in the darkness, accompanying the boy towards the man.

And open your arms and hug the man deeply.

The young man hugged the man cautiously, putting his broken soul into a complete one.

Qi Chen pursed his lips in a coma.

His character does not allow himself to make a sound of weakness.

If he stood here sober and complete, he might still have the strength to help Xiao Wutong and fuse his soul.

But he has long since lost this ability.

The half of the soul that stores power has no emotion and memory, and the soul with memory has no power.

Unless the two are combined, it is impossible for Qi Chen to promote this fusion with his own strength.

Xiao Wutong buried his head in the man's arms, feeling the warm power belonging to his senior brother.

The broken souls of the soul are slowly healing, which is the quality given to the soul by the power of the cultivator, but the speed of this healing is not even as good as Elton.

Too faint.

Xiao Wutong calmed down, he was ready.

No matter how weak the healing is, it has already begun. This is the only opportunity, and he must grasp it.

Although the method of experimenting with Elton is not yet perfect, at least there are some methods.

Spiritual power was drawn from the dantian, Xiao Wutong straightened Qi Chen, sat facing each other, palms against palms, pure spiritual power spewed out, forming a complete energy circuit between the two.

Xiao Wutong took a deep breath and looked inside his soul.

His gray soul was closely connected with Qi Chen's pure white soul, and some parts were even linked together, making it difficult to separate.

But for the integrity of Qi Chen's soul, he must separate.

A long sword appeared in this soul world.

The slender white hand tightly held the long sword.

Xiao Wutong turned his long sword and pointed it at himself.

Without batting an eye, he slashed down the long sword. The long sword of the soul slashed fiercely on the soul. In an instant, a deep crack appeared on the gray soul.

How tenacious the soul of a monk in the ascension period is, it has not been completely cut off this time.

Severe pain spread throughout the body, and the trauma of the soul was so severe, the pain would cause anyone's soul to collapse on the spot.

Xiao Wutong's complexion did not change, he swung the long sword again, and cut it down again.

The rumbling sound occupied all thoughts, Xiao Wutong could no longer hear any sound, except for this sound, there was only unbearable pain.

The body was divided into two halves, and the mind was also divided into two halves. When the soul was completely broken, the long sword formed by the condensed soul power dissipated instantly.

Inside and outside the soul world, Xiao Wutong firmly grasped Qi Chen's hand.

The unspeakable pain made it impossible to think about anything.

But Xiao Wutong not only had to think, but also concentrated his mind to control his half-cut soul, allowing it to penetrate deeply into all the cracks in Qi Chen's soul.

The pure white soul was linked by the gray mist, those huge cracks, and the thin threads connecting the soul cracks were wrapped in the mist, at first glance, those cracks actually became smaller.

The pain became more intense.

The little half of Qi Chen's soul consciousness that has been integrated into Qi Chen's soul is being slowly wiped out, and his spirit is wandering back and forth amidst the weariness and pain.

But even so, the consciousness cannot be withdrawn from that little half of the soul.

The restoration of the soul requires the most precise operation, and he cannot have any distractions.

Divide, wear down, replenish.

Xiao Wutong bit his lower lip, completely forgetting the pain on his body, only Qi Chen was in his eyes.

Brother...

Brother...

He read it softly, the voice whirled in his heart again and again, unexpectedly slowly suppressing the pain.

Only Qi Chen.

The milky white soul slowly healed, and the gray soul solidified in those cracks, tightly bonding and fixing those broken souls.

He succeeded.

Xiao Wutong's eyes were slack, he hugged Qi Chen tightly, and there was a faint connection between him and the man.

He can feel all the feelings of a man, he is one with him.

boom!

Suddenly, the warship shook violently, and the violent tremor instantly shook the mentally unstable Xiao Wutong out of the soul world.

He opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that the medical soldiers were trying to separate him from Qi Chen.

The return of spiritual power was still circulating between the palms of the two, Xiao Wutong looked at his side coldly: "What's going on outside."

"The tyrant has been resurrected!" The medical soldier replied reflexively, "We are retreating."

"What I'm asking is, why is it so noisy!"

"Brother needs a quiet environment, don't you know!"

He was obviously not emotional, but the medical soldiers didn't have any other thoughts. They answered immediately as if they were facing the supreme monarch.

"The tyrant is attacking and there is no way we can keep quiet!"

The young man looked at him fixedly, then turned his head to look out of the porthole.

The dark mecha is showing its might in the universe.

Xiao Wutong watched with cold eyes.

That huge monster rushed into the fleet, driving the entire military headquarters from left to right, from above to below, disturbing the peace.

The flames bloomed in the universe, and then quickly extinguished. Neither the Star Thief nor the Alliance could escape from it.

Shen Qi guessed correctly, this is indeed 3000 years, the mecha that once ruled the entire universe, and the people who operate this mecha are indeed well known to everyone.

But that is no tyrant.

It is not a cosmic tyrant who rules the entire universe and brings the same darkness to all species.

Because 3000 years ago, the cosmic tyrant had already been blown to pieces, and there was no fragment left, so there was no question of resurrection.

It's just an imposter.

Xiao Wutong lowered his head and laid it on Qi Chen's chest.

The sound of a strong heartbeat reassured him a little.

Tiredness wells up from the depths of the soul.

Cutting the soul is the most serious injury to any existence, but the missing part of the soul has been made up by Qi Chen, and apart from being a little tired, there is no big problem.

Now, he should go to rest and rest, to stabilize his soul.

But there are always some things that must be done.

For example, deal with those hidden dangers left over from 3000 years ago.

The boy stood up, silently watching the medical soldiers rush up to take his place.

All the warships were fleeing quickly, trying to avoid the crazy tyrant's mecha, and the idea of ​​escape made everyone have no time to take into account the existence around them.

Naturally, no one saw a boy walking all the way into the command room.

Even though Qi Chen was in a coma, the Ninth Army was temporarily under the control of Adjutant Charles. He knew Xiao Wutong's position in Qi Chen's heart, and he had a good impression of the young man, so when Xiao Wutong came in, he just raised his head and glanced at him. , also did not say anything.

Xiao Wutong kept his eyes straight and looked forward.

The alliance warships reacted quickly and were commanded properly. In this short period of time, they had already escaped a certain distance.

The first to suffer was the Wolf Slaughter Star Bandit Group.

When the golden film spread outward, they were the first to be impacted, and without a unified and effective command, they had no resistance to the tyrant's mecha, and they were defeated instantly.

To some extent, Star Thief is preventing disasters for the alliance, but this cannot last long.

The tyrant's mech was like a monster. After dealing with the airships around him, it rushed directly to the side of the warship.

The light of the talisman flashed, and the warship exploded instantly.

"You can't just run away!" Lieutenant Charles said in a deep voice, "Marshal Menggotug, we need an effective plan!"

"Need not."

Xiao Wutong spoke suddenly.

His voice was cold and dead with a bone-chilling chill.

Everyone immediately turned their attention to the boy.

Xiao Wutong raised his hand.

Bright light condensed on the fingertips.

That finger pointed far away at the mausoleum, pointing at Shen Qi in the command room.

With a flick of the finger, the aura escaped from the body.

The streamer passed through the hull of the warship and flew into the universe, which was particularly obvious in the dark universe.

Everyone's attention followed the stream of light.

The streamer headed towards the command room of the mausoleum in full view of everyone, and aimed directly at the crazy Shen Qi.

The tyrant's mech, which was being slaughtered, moved quickly, rushing behind the streamer in an instant, and stretched out its hand to block it.

Too bad it's of no use.

Xiao Wutong hooked his fingers slightly, and Liu Guang immediately changed direction, bypassing the tyrant's mecha in an instant, and rushed behind him.

The young man's face was condensed, the corners of his lips curled up, but there was complete indifference hidden in his crooked eyes.

Whoever he wants to kill, then no one can escape.

He is the ruler of this world.

The streamer seemed to be the call of death, and the tyrant mecha made countless dazzling movements, but it still couldn't catch the slightest bit.

Just like the sickle dropped by the god of death, no existence can stop it from falling.

Shen Qi's hands and feet were cold and his head was hot.

His hands were placed on the console of the mausoleum, the tyrant mecha was still connected to his head, and his emotions were still immersed in the killing.

The great power made him mesmerized.

Even at this time, he was freely manipulating the resurrected dead man to attack and kill.

Just can't stop the streamer.

The thick shell of the mausoleum seems to be a decoration, and the streamer has passed through the porthole within less than half a second.

The air was evacuated extremely quickly, but Shen Qi's eyes were firmly fixed on the streamer.

Why can't it be stopped?

Is it possible...

The fear of death finally rose from the bottom of my heart and spread to the ends of my limbs.

Am I going to die?

He thought so.

Those long pasts came to mind irresistibly.

The father who abandoned his mother for the sake of status, the mother who was so desperate that she picked up the butcher knife and killed her sister, the innocent stepmother or aunt who died unexpectedly, and...

There was also that elder brother whom he hated so much, and should hate him, but somehow devoted himself to him.

Shen Xiao...

The face that was neither handsome nor prominent came to mind.

His parents killed Shen Xiao's parents, and Shen Xiao killed his parents.

But why, why did he treat him so well?

There should be nothing but hatred between them?

The streamer in his eyes became brighter and brighter, but Shen Qi couldn't move, he could only watch helplessly.

The fear of death gradually covered all his feelings, and the whole life was left in his mind, and finally only one sentence remained.

Brother, help me--

No parents, no Star Thieves, no becoming powerful, no ruling the world.

Only Shen Xiao, his elder brother.

But Shen Xiao would never hear his words again.

The streamer sank into the eyebrows.

Those colorful pictures suddenly shattered, just like the end of a movie, the screen carrying a certain passionate or touching or sad or joyful story dimmed.

In the end there was only darkness left.

The movements of the tyrant's mecha stopped abruptly, floating in the universe like scrap iron.

Through the porthole of the mausoleum, the monitor transmitted the scene inside in detail.

Shen Qi's body slowly fell backwards.

His eyes widened, those very young faces that were very similar to Shen Xiao's, still had a desire for life.

But it was lifeless.

In the main ship of the Ninth Army, in the captive area, a heart-piercing roar suddenly sounded.

Following the sound, it turned out that Shen Xiao had stood up at some point, rushed to the porthole on the edge, and stared out.

His fingers were firmly digging at the wall, as if he wanted to grab the wall away and rush out.

The elite-looking middle-aged man seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

Those calmness and sophistication can no longer be seen on his face, those images that he once valued so much are completely abandoned at this time.

A soldier came over, trying to make the leader of the Star Bandits calm down, but as soon as Fang walked in, he was grabbed by the collar.

"I want to see Qi Chen." The man's face was icy cold, his voice was like a ghost crawling out of an abyss of hell, almost overflowing with resentment and anger.

Even the soldiers of the Ninth Army, who had experienced many battles, couldn't resist the chill for a while: "The Marshal is seriously injured and is in a coma."

"Then call your adjutants, whoever is in charge will come!"

In the current situation, no one has time to take care of these captives who surrendered.

You know, what they are facing is a tyrant!

Cosmic tyrant!

But the soldier was taken aback forcibly, and his communicator was accidentally snatched from him.

Lieutenant Charles was paying close attention to the situation in front of him, but the communicator rang. He clicked on it without looking at it, but it was not the soldiers of the Ninth Army that caught his eyes, but the Star Bandits who had just surrendered.

Could it be that the Star Thief rioted! ?

The adjutant's nerves immediately tensed up.

"Give me a mecha, I want to go out." Shen Xiao's calm voice came along the circuit.

"It's impossible." The adjutant refused without even thinking about it.

But at this time Xiao Wutong looked over: "Promise him."

Lieutenant Charles looked up in surprise, and the boy happened to look back.

He said again: "Promise him."

"Do you know who that is?" Adjutant Charles couldn't help raising his voice.

He knew that his marshal liked the boy very much, and he was willing to give him concessions on many things.

But what time is it now!

The war between them and the star thief is not completely over yet!There is also a guy suspected of being the leader of the Star Thief, who resurrected the cosmic tyrant!

They were arguing, and suddenly exclamations came from all directions.

The two of them didn't care about arguing in this regard and immediately turned their heads to look.

The monitoring screen reflected everything in the command room of the mausoleum in detail.

The spacious and beautiful command room has long been in a mess due to the turbulent airflow. The oil lamps that were lit have been extinguished, and the remaining lights are flickering. Amidst the flickering red warning lights, there is a strange and gloomy feeling.

In the chaos, Shen Qi lay quietly.

No, it's not quiet.

His fingers moved suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the whole body began to twitch violently.

Limbs trembled strangely, sometimes lifted high, and then fell heavily on the ground, sometimes just slid on the ground randomly, the body kept bouncing, like a person learning to stand for the first time in control of the body.

But his expression was still stiff and lifeless, and there was still a small black hole between the brows after the streamer passed through.

Unreasonable fear welled up in my heart.

Everyone held their breath and watched intently.

Those weird actions stopped suddenly at a certain moment, Shen Qi lay stiffly on the ground, and suddenly sat up straight.

He didn't use his arms for strength or any assistance, just relied on the strength of his waist to sit up, and then bent his legs to stand.

That's not normal human behavior.

Shen Qi is dead, it is impossible for him to stand up again.

The lifeless face turned around, staring straight at the screen, the face covered with a layer of dead gray was cold and ugly,

"Human beings." Each word was extremely stiff, and in the masculine voice, there was a deep female voice faintly mixed in, "I am the new monarch."

"I will inherit the legacy of the tyrant."

"Rule the universe forever."