Royal Alchemist

Jon walked out of the room and saw that the servants who came with him were all pale, looking at him helplessly, as if he had a way to get them away from the battlefield.

He was also panicked in his heart, and had nowhere to go. He was holding a storage box full of fire seeds in his hand, as if it was all he relied on. Only when he held it in his arms and palms could he feel a moment of safety.

"Pour me some hot tea." He tried to calm down.

Several servants rushed to pour tea together in a hurry, and they had to find something to do so that they could barely feel at ease.

Jon sat calmly, so that people could not see his fear clearly. After thinking for a while, he said, "Send a distress signal to Ruffler Base. The Holy Legion is there. Don't mess around."

He had just fought a battle this morning, so he should still be at the Lufell base. If he receives a call for help, he should come here, right?

Jon didn't even want to see him anymore, but he still had to ask him for help when he was in danger. Jon felt a little awkward, but saving his life was the most important thing, so he couldn't care less.

But not long after, one person cried and said: "The signal is busy, I can't get in at all!"

Now is the busiest time of the port. I don’t know how many ships are passing through this channel. Countless distress signals occupy the channel, and very few can be connected.

Jon's expression didn't change, and he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or calm, and he had an inexplicable thought of "it's really unreliable".

"Keep asking for help, don't stop! Speed ​​up to the Shining Empire, Qiu Ye is coming, we will be safe, don't be afraid."

The army of Demon Dragonmen behind them was in a black mass, and all they could do was run for their lives.

Girod was annoyed by these rat-like merchant ships running around, and he was almost hit by a huge merchant ship just after beheading a dragon man.

The battleships joined the battlefield one after another, and the situation gradually stabilized. The attack of the dragonmen was like sewage rushing up a wall, and they were blocked outside, leaving a place of filth.

He rushed into the Dragonmen's position cursing, not considering himself as the commander at all, wishing to kill all these Dragonmen with his own hands, the sharp long sword, wrapped in powerful alchemy energy, cut into the enemy's metal body, the pleasure of cutting the enemy Nervous and addictive.

Jon's shuttle was navigating through the chaos with difficulty, but thanks to the skilled pilot, otherwise, in this chaotic battlefield, it would be very likely to fall into the magnetic vortex.

A huge piece of metal flew out of nowhere and hit Jon's shuttle head-on.

"Be careful! Fasten your seat belts!"

The shuttle made a sharp turn, narrowly avoiding the debris, and the sharp angle drew a deep mark on the fuselage.

The people in the cabin were shocked, shaking violently like being held by a giant, and almost vomited their internal organs. Jon grabbed the armrest with one hand and hugged the storage box with the other, trying to suppress the desire to vomit.

A vase that hadn't been put away in time flew up, and Jon shrank his head. The vase passed over his head and hit a servant on the forehead. He heard a scream, and the servant fainted with blood on his face.

Another servant was strangled by the safety belt, his mouth was wide open and his eyes were protruding. Suddenly he pointed forward and shouted: "Look! Isn't that Master Girod's fighter plane!"

Jon raised his head suddenly, and a dark green fighter plane stood in front of them, and it really was Girod's fighter plane.

Did he get a distress call?Or did you come by yourself?He came to save me?

The huge back is like a solid barrier, keeping all dangers out.

A bright smile spread on the corner of his mouth, and Jon didn't even realize it. This was the only time he smiled from the bottom of his heart in recent months.

Gerald cast a cold glance at the shuttle behind him.

Another ship scurrying across the battlefield!He actually ran in the direction of the Shining Empire!

Girod frowned in disgust. The battleship was basically in place to counterattack. Just as he was about to command the army, the vision suddenly appeared.

The space near a battleship suddenly cracked, and a black gap gradually opened, and the powerful suction pulled the battleship into the gap bit by bit.

How familiar is this scene!The tragedy in Luke's Corridor was still there yesterday. Even though Girod was on the flanking battlefield at that time, the miserable and terrifying scene still terrified him!

Gerald's eyes widened suddenly, thinking that the tragedy of that day would repeat itself, but he soon discovered the difference.

On the day of the Luke Corridor, the speed at which the black hole devoured the battleship was too fast for people to react, and the suction was so strong that all objects that approached would be sucked in, even if someone wanted to escape in a lifeboat, they would be sucked in without distinction.But today's black hole is obviously much weaker, and the ship is still struggling, and can even move forward a little bit.

But a black hole is still a black hole, and it is still terrifying. Once it is swallowed, the whole ship will be overwhelmed.

"Abandon ship!" Gerald ordered.

Lifeboats sailed out from the side of the battleship and were accepted by other ships. The uncontrolled battleship was immediately sucked in by the black hole, like a big mouth, mercilessly swallowing its prey into its belly.

However, more and more space gaps appear, even if the suction is not strong, it is enough to threaten human warships.The battleship just set foot on the battlefield encountered a crisis, and the Holy Legion was in trouble.

Girod made a decisive decision: "All warships withdrew from the battlefield, leaving only fighters!"

Compared with the home fighter, the flexibility is much higher than that of the battleship. It can generate great acceleration in an instant.

As soon as Girod's flagship arrived on the battlefield to meet Girod, he received an order to retreat.It turned the bow slowly, but just as it was about to return, a crack was torn open silently, swallowing the stern of the ship in the blink of an eye.

"Go save my ship!" Gerald called to the guards.

He didn't want to lose his flagship, which was called a "j," which he said was his initial, but in fact it was a sunny afternoon when someone was practicing cursive signatures, those white Holding a quill in his hand, he wrote his name in the oldest way on a piece of patterned paper.For a moment Gerald felt dazzled, especially that hook, like a smile on the corner of his mouth, hooked his soul away.

A detachment of guards sailed up to the flagship, with Gerald close behind.

At this moment, a Dragonman fighter plane appeared in front of Jon's shuttle, the scythe in his hand was sharp and bloody, full of murderous aura.

"That little boat!" cried the adjutant.

Gerald only had his flagship in his eyes, and the black hole almost swallowed the big "J" at the tail of the ship.

"Whatever he is doing! Didn't he want to escape to the Shining Empire, then let him go!" Girod was annoyed and accelerated forward.

Jon saw Girod leave without looking back, and flew far away in an instant. The little hope that had just been ignited was extinguished, and the smile that was just raised condensed into ice, turning into the coldest winter.

The dragon man raised his sickle to him, and the servants screamed in horror, but Jon couldn't make any sound, leaving only a numb and frozen heart.

The golden dragon is running fast in the universe, but it is still too late. Seeing the dragon man's sword slashing at Jon's shuttle, Girod is clearly close at hand, but he doesn't know where he is going.

"Girod! Save that shuttle!" Qiu Ye shouted heartbreakingly on the regional radio.

Gerald glanced at Akiba, but turned a deaf ear.

The sickle fell, and the shuttle split in response, like a withered yellow leaf, split in half by a knife.

Qiu Ye was so dumbfounded: "Jon is inside!"

Gerald stopped suddenly, and fear swept over him.

What is he saying?Jon?Why is he here?Are you kidding me?But why is he making such a joke that is not funny at all?

Gerald turned back quickly, so fast that it turned into a green light, and cut down the dragon man with a sword.

It only needs a sword, it's easy, but the dragon man can also chop the small shuttle into pieces with only one knife.

The shattered shuttle was floating, and fragments of the body were scattered.Girod immediately started a directional search, and a few seconds later the system indicated that a match had been found.

The red prompt kept beating, stinging the eyelids, and for a moment, Girod felt that his heart stopped beating.

"Jon!" The voice suddenly rose, broken and out of tune.

Gerald frantically pushed aside the fragments of the shuttle, and saw a tiny human covered in blood, curled into a ball, exposed to the universe.

He took a breath and quickly put him into the fighter plane.

The bloody Jon was sent into the cabin, his stomach was cut open in the middle, and his intestines were about to fall out.The excruciating pain made Jon describe it as distorted, as suffocation and cosmic radiation made his skin black and swollen.

But even so, he still clung to the storage box tightly.

"Jon..." Girod was at a loss, he didn't know what to say, he frantically tried to seal the wound, but the blood was like a gushing spring, instantly soaking his clothes and pants red.

Jon suddenly opened his eyes wide and pushed Gerald's hand away fiercely.

When life and death were at stake, when he needed him most, he turned away.

Girod felt as if someone had cut his heart. He didn't know what he was thinking just now. It was obvious that saving someone was easy, but he didn't do it.

And now, it's too late to regret.

That push seemed to have exhausted all of Jon's strength, and his pupils began to dilate.

Confused, he seems to have returned to his childhood, he was sitting on the lawn in the garden drinking milk, a handsome and proud little boy ran up to him, circled around him a few times, and finally squatted down in front of him.

"They said you were my wife." The little boy was very stinking, "You look pretty good."

Jon stared at him blankly, raised his hand, splashed the whole glass of milk on his face, and left angrily.

The little boy was stunned, milk dripping down his hair.

In the end, nothing could be seen, only endless darkness remained.

Gerald hugged Jon and let out a wail of grief.