Royal Alchemist

No matter how chaotic the outside world is, the campus is still calm, and the leaves of ginkgo trees are falling with the wind under the long tree-lined avenue.

General Xie and Philip walked into the Royal Military Academy, dressed in military uniforms and horse boots, and the students who passed by paid attention to them with expressions of admiration.

None of them said where they were going, but they walked towards the Hall of Heroes at the same time, and there was something calling in their hearts.

The two stood with their hands behind their hands in front of the statue of Marshal Ravenor, looking up. The statue of the hero naturally had a majestic aura, which made people awe-inspiring.

Philip said: "Recently, I always think back to the scene when we were in the military academy. It is obvious that we have graduated for many years, but the past is vivid in the calendar, and the entrance ceremony seems to be yesterday."

General Xie stared blankly at the tall and heroic statue of the Marshal leaning on his sword, the jet-black archangel's sword exuded a murderous air.

Philip noticed his gaze, and also looked at the marshal's sword: "I still remember that day, Feng Qi pulled out the sword of the archangel in front of everyone, and has since become a man of the school. Some things may really be hits It must be."

"Your Highness, have you executed all those who attempted to defect from the You family?" General Xie said suddenly.

"They're all executed," Philip sighed. "At this juncture, the only thing he can tolerate is betrayal."

Looking back on what happened yesterday, there is a feeling that things are different from people. The teenagers who used to study and train together have grown up now.

Xie Jiang said with infinite emotion: "It's different."

"Do you still remember, on the day of the entrance ceremony, Qiu Ye fainted." Philip smiled. "At that time, I thought, what a useless thing. I didn't expect it to surprise me later."

"Really, I don't even remember, did he faint?"

"At that time, it was too late for you to dislike him, right?" Philip joked.

Xie lowered his gentle face.

The careless Philip neither knew that his friend had a "Wang Shuai" past, nor did he notice Xie Jiang's face: "Ah, I still remember that after the freshman military exercise, you, Qiu Ye and Feng Qi came back together. Received the Red Eagle Medal. It's really interesting to think about it, Qiu Ye chased you so closely before, but now I'm mixed with Feng Qi."

"I'm so tired, I want to go back to sleep." General Xie turned his head and walked out.

"Hey, why did you just leave? Wait for me!" Philip chased after him.

The two walked out of the inner hall and saw a person standing in front of a portrait in the outer hall.

"Professor Zhuo." General Xie and Philip walked over and saluted.

Zhuo Fan squeezed out a smile on his pale face: "Why are you here?"

"Just passing by the school, come back and have a look."

Following his line of sight, the two found that he was standing in front of the portrait of General Yuan Tian.

The Glory Legion is here, and the appearance of Admiral Yuan Tian shocked the empire. A general of the empire who has been dead for more than 20 years is actually still alive, and he has joined forces with the Shining Legion to form an independent armed force.

When Zhuo Fan heard the news that Yuan Tian was alive, he was ecstatic at first.A person who has missed him for decades is still in this world, and has the same starry sky as himself, what can be more fortunate?

Can be followed by infinite disappointment and sadness.For so many years, he never thought of sending a message. It can be seen that in his heart, he is of no importance at all. All the thoughts and sorrows are nothing but sand in his eyes. In the end, the so-called waiting hard is just a joke.

More than 20 spring and autumn, the youth is gone, the heart is old, and the longing turns into hatred in an instant.

At this moment, Zhuo Fan wished he could pick out Yuan Tian from the portrait and swallow it mouthful.

He once regretted that he did not go out with the army during the battle of the Black Vortex. Whenever his heart hurts, he would come to the Temple of Heroes and look at this lifelike portrait, as if that person was standing in front of him, so even if he was too busy On the other hand, he also insisted on being a professor in the college, just for the convenience of getting in and out.

But now, standing in front of the portrait again, Zhuo Fan didn't know how to face it.

He wove a farewell dream for himself, and was entangled in it. Now that the dream is torn apart, there is no joy at all.

Seeing Zhuo Fan's precarious appearance, General Xie worried, "Professor Zhuo, are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, I'll send you back to rest."

"It's okay..." Zhuo Fan murmured, "I should go."

He staggered a few steps, and General Xie was about to step forward to help him, when suddenly several soldiers rushed into the Hall of Heroes.

"Here, take it down!" The leading team leader pointed at Yuan Tian's portrait.

Several soldiers rushed forward and started to remove Yuan Tian's portrait.

Zhuo Fan shouted, "What are you doing!"

This roar startled General Xie, Professor Zhuo was famous for his good temper, and he had never seen him speak so loudly.

The squad leader gave him a sideways glance, and said with a domineering attitude, "We are here to remove the traitor's portrait, get out of the way!"

traitor!When this name was pinned on Yuan Tian, ​​Zhuo Fan felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his brain.No matter how ruthless that guy is, he has fought bloody battles for the empire for many years, why should he be called a rebel?

"You have no right to touch him!" Zhuo Fan stood in front of the soldiers.

"Get out of the way! Don't get in our way!"

But Zhuo Fan was no match for these thick-handed and thick-footed soldiers, Zhuo Fan stumbled and fell out while pushing and shoving, but thankfully General Xie caught him in time.

General Xie scolded, "Whose soldiers are you? How dare you be rude to Professor Zhuo!"

"Ouch, what are you yelling for?" A fat figure walked into the Hall of Heroes.

General Xie said in a cold voice: "Wallace, this is the Heroes' Temple, no noise is allowed! Get your people out quickly!"

"Colonel Xie." Wallace walked over with a smile, "Of course I know this is the Temple of Heroes, so every person in the portrait here should be a hero, and rebels must not be allowed to appear." He said with his eyes It fell on Yuan Tian's portrait.

Zhuo Fan said coldly: "Yuan Tian is not a traitor, he is a general of the empire!"

"Once." Wallace emphasized, "For so many years, he concealed his death and waited for so many years, just to become a traitor to the empire with Feng Qi today."

"It's ridiculous! When he died, Feng Qi was just born!"

"He's not dead, did you forget, Professor Zhuo!" Wallace shouted.

Zhuo Fan's expression froze instantly, he was almost confused whether it was life or death.

"He's mixed up with Feng Qi now, occupying many planets in the empire." Wallace approached step by step, aggressive, "If it's not a traitor, what else could it be? What do you think, Professor Zhuo? Or, are you deliberately favoring the rebels? "

Zhuo Fan's complexion was as pale as snow, and his eyes flickered.

Wallace said darkly: "Shameful, traitor!"

Zhuo Fan's body was covered with a thick layer of dust, and there was air-conditioning from his bones. After a long time, he raised his head and looked directly at Wallace: "A despicable person like you can't understand him."

Wallace's facial muscles twitched, his eyes were vicious: "Do you know what you are talking about, Zhuo Fan?"

"Of course I know!" Zhuo Fan didn't budge.

Wallace snorted: "I remember, I will make you regret what you said today!"

Zhuo Fan showed a sarcastic smile, no matter how good-tempered a person is, there will be moments of anger, as long as it touches the most sacred place in his heart.

In the end, it was Mr. Wallace who was timid. He bluffed and yelled at the soldiers: "What are you still doing! Remove the portrait of the traitor!"

Zhuo Fan watched Yuan Tian's portrait being torn down from the wall, unable to stop them.

At this moment, Principal Lindsay rushed over after hearing the news, and Zhuo Fan had his last gleam of hope when he saw him: "Principal! Stop them, they want to remove Yuan Tian's portrait!"

Lindsay was much older than before, but her imposing manner remained the same, her eyes sliced ​​through Wallace like boning knives.

Wallace puffed up his chest: "The removal of the portrait is decided by His Majesty. If you have any objections, please speak directly to Your Majesty."

Lindsay glanced at the dismantled portrait, the canvas had been torn to pieces, and cracks appeared on Yuan Tian's face.Of course he knew about the demolition of the portrait, and came in a hurry just to prevent Wallace from destroying other things.He patted Zhuo Fan's hand: "He is not dead yet, don't bring bad luck to him."

Zhuo Fan was moved by his words. After all, all the dead people are hanging here, and Yuan Tian is still alive. It is unlucky for so many people to see his portrait.

After removing the portrait, Wallace walked towards the cella again.

The corners of their eyebrows twitched at the same time. There is only a statue of Marshal Ravenor in the inner hall. What does he want to do with the statue!

I saw Wallace wandering around in front of the statue for a while, and waved his hand: "Take down the statue!"

Lindsay shouted, "Wallace, what do you want to do?"

If General Xie's military rank is not enough to have a conversation with him, Zhuo Fan is a professor who concentrates on creating fighters and has nothing to do with the power vortex, then the veteran Principal Lindsay is the one who has to deal with it seriously.

Wallace accompanied the smiling face: "Principal Lindsay, you misunderstood. I just followed His Majesty's instructions and wanted to replace the base of the statue of the Marshal. Today's Legion of Glory is a rebel army, and it is not suitable to appear on the statue of the Marshal. This is an insult to the marshal."

He touched the introductory text on the base as he spoke. It was engraved with the Marshal's resume. He served in the Legion of Glory for quite a long time and served as the supreme commander.

But once the Legion of Glory is removed from the Marshal's statue, it seems to erase his most important things.

Zhuo Fan objected: "You can't do this, the Legion of Glory and the Marshal are inseparable!"

Wallace sneered: "It's up to you, Professor Zhuo."

The soldiers quickly moved the statue of Marshal Ravenor out of the Hall of Heroes. Before leaving, Wallace respectfully said to Lindsay: "Principal Lindsay, please rest assured that after recasting a new base, I will Bring the statue back to you personally at once."

Lindsay's face was as cold as ice: "The statue of the hero does not belong to me, it belongs to everyone. I hope you can do what you say."

"Of course." Wallace bowed his luggage and exited the Hall of Heroes.

Everyone looked at the empty Temple of Heroes, and their hearts were empty. The Temple of Heroes without heroes is like a person without a heart. What else is left except for an empty shell?

Zhuo Fan looked at the empty wall above the portrait hall, and felt even more lost.

Xie Jiang left school and returned home. After Wallace made such a fuss, his originally low mood became even more depressed.

The servant took the coat he took off and said, "Master, Master Biao is waiting for you in the living room."

General Xie's cousin, Ke Yucheng, works in the Imperial Military Strategy Research Department, and is very close to General Xie.When he heard that Ke Yucheng was coming, he immediately walked towards the living room.

"Cousin, why are you here? You didn't notify me first."

"Are you back?" Ke Yucheng put down his half-drinked tea, "It happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to inform you."

Seeing his serious expression, General Xie asked, "Did something happen?"

Ke Yucheng took out his notebook: "I just recently got a piece of information about the Dimensional Battle. I thought it was necessary for you to read it, so I brought it here right away."

The Battle of Dimensions took place in October eight years ago, when the teenagers had just stepped into the Royal Military Academy to complete their freshman military drills. The Dragonmen were severely wounded, and Xie Peijun and many generals died.

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Because of the turmoil in the empire and the defection of Youjia, many people fled from the empire to Fengqi's sphere of influence, and there are various spaceships fleeing to the port every day.

In the office, Feng Qi was discussing matters with You Zixun and Lu Ting, Qiu Ye was too lazy to participate, and looked at the real-time entry information on the optical brain.

Anyone who enters Fengqi's sphere of influence must register at the port, and a name will be refreshed on the optical computer every once in a while, with a photo of that person attached.

Qiu Ye looked at it, and suddenly her eyes widened, she threw herself in front of the screen, and clicked on a piece of latest information.

When he read the person's login information word by word, and confirmed that he was not dazzled or dreaming, he stared at the person's photo with his head almost stuffed into the screen for a long time, and finally exclaimed: "Lu Ting ! Hurry up and take a look!"

His roar successfully attracted the attention of those three people.

He yelled this very strangely. Normally, when he found any important information, he had to deal with it himself. If he wanted to yell, he would definitely call Fengqi. Why would he call Lu Ting?

Feng Qi raised his head, looked at Qiu Ye who was standing there excitedly, and then at Lu Ting, wandering Zi Xun was tsk tsk tsk.

Lu Ting only felt two murderous gazes shooting towards him, swish swish, there were two bloody holes in his chest.

"I didn't!" Lu Ting raised his hands innocently.

Feng Qi said lightly: "You don't have anything? He called you."

Lu Ting wanted to defend himself, but Qiu Ye slapped the table and shouted, "Lu Ting, come here quickly! Come and see!"

Reluctantly, under Feng Qi's icy gaze, Lu Ting moved to Qiu Ye's table, one meter away: "What's the matter?"

Qiuye didn't notice the strange atmosphere of those three people at all, grabbed Lu Ting and pressed him on the table, and pointed at the screen in surprise: "Look!"

Just as Lu Ting was about to struggle, he accidentally glanced at the screen, and his eyes widened instantly: "Ah!"

Qiu Ye shook Lu Ting desperately: "Is it him? Am I right? Is it him?"

Lu Ting also shook Qiu Ye desperately: "It's him! It's him! I will never be wrong!"

Qiu Ye and Lu Ting hugged each other: "So handsome! I'm so happy!"

"Me too! It's so handsome!" Lu Ting was so excited that he was about to cry.

Opposite Feng Qi frowned.

Qiu Ye suddenly remembered something, and pushed Lu Ting away: "Get out of the way! I want to lick my screen!"

Lu Ting pushed Qiuye away without hesitation: "You just get out of the way! Let me lick it first!"

Feng Qi had black lines on his face.

"No! I want to go down to find him now! It will be too late!" Qiu Ye woke up like a dream, and rushed out of the office like a strong wind. She had never seen him running so fast during training.

"I'll go too! Wait for me!" Lu Ting chased him out, two tornadoes blew past, and the office was in a mess.

Feng Qi's face was completely blackened into coal.

You Zixun was dumbfounded: "What are they doing?"

"I don't know." Feng Qi put away the documents in front of him, "I'll go and have a look too."