It hurts to touch me [Interstellar]

"Om..."

On the starship, the soldiers holding their heads were gradually waking up. The pain in their ears and tinnitus were dissipating little by little. Amidst the sounds of conversations and breaths coming back from all around them, they were at a loss. Re-cast your eyes through the huge porthole to the distance.

……

The pinnacle of human power is not the huge battleship under your feet? It is not the light that created the supernova remnant, but the tyrant-level spiritual body that has just emerged in this century.

How many people think that an evolutionist is the antidote to ultimately save the tug-of-war of human spiritual power. Now it seems that even if the evolutionist's development is infinitely forward, it is too immature and far from being able to cooperate with this level of spiritual body.

The tyrants seem to have broken away from the reins of the current civilization, which makes their every move have the deterrent force brought about by the uncontrollable and strong unknown.

Anyone who witnesses the presence of a tyrant feels both hope and fear.These two diametrically opposed feelings will also reach their peak at the same time, causing tears to well up in one's eyes, but it is impossible to tell whether the tears are from gratitude for being alive, or from fear of dying.

Even so longing and resisting, the soldiers still looked at them greedily.

So at the place where everyone's eyes gathered, the pure white? Tyrant bent down as if enduring severe pain, and the silver waterfall-like long hair parted from the middle of his bare spine.

The dense red light that had invaded the body gradually spread in the eyes of everyone, and kept approaching the skin on the back of Bai? Deathstroke. In the end, the slender fingertips of one? Pushing aside the thin substance, it was like a bird struggling out of the cage at last——that dark red, carefully carved palm turned? Stretched out the palm.

White's death knell thus became powerless, and it suddenly leaned completely against the red tyrant, whose white body was entangled by long blood-red hair.

A few seconds later, Bai? Deathstroke seemed to have adapted to the existence of the hand. It raised its head. Surprisingly, Bai? Deathstroke's pure face had returned to its iconic dullness.

"Black Knight—————!" A sharp-eyed soldier suddenly yelled.

Originally still watching in a daze? The soldiers in the distance approached the porthole in an uproar.

"Bai? What is Deathstroke going to do?!"

"shit!!"

"Major General Osmani!!"

... Even if Bai? Deathstroke suffered such a serious injury, he still refused to let go of the suppression of the black spiritual body under his feet. At this moment, one of its red almond feet stepped on the arm of the black knight without hesitation, and all the while Just like embracing the blood-light monarch's white arms, the skin on the surface instantly elongated and became thinner in the flow, and formed a sharp top.

This ray of white light pierced towards the head of the black knight in an instant!

Just when the sharp tip was about to pierce Major General Osmani's mental body, it suddenly deviated from the direction, and the white death knell was suddenly pushed away by the bloody monarch.

The suppression of the black knight was truly lifted at this moment, but in the next second, a blood-red hand grabbed the back of the black knight viciously as if grabbing an enemy!

……

Li Ou lifted the black shadow from the ground, and the annoyance in his heart kept rising.

"Anger" is undoubtedly his most uncontrollable emotion at the moment. Even if there is only a trace of dissatisfaction, Li Ou wants the other party to repay him twice, not to mention Osmani, who is about to drive him to death.

Li Ou lifted the arm grabbing the back of the black knight's neck—slowly backwards—and made a throwing motion?——

……

"wait wait wait----"

"I rely on!!"

All the soldiers by the porthole suddenly fled in all directions, and in the next second, a black shadow as huge as a heavy mech quickly penetrated the porthole and the entire battleship, smashing the rear of the field of vision, bringing a burst of coldness at first. , Immediately after a fiery experience, all the people in close contact seemed to be shocked by the electric shock at the same time, and then fell limp after tensing up all over.

It took a long time for them to get up one after another in a daze. Before they remembered what happened before, suddenly, through the porthole, a shadow changed from small to large again, and flew towards them like a cannonball! !

Those who were close reflexively hugged their heads and curled up into a ball.

Boom————! ! !

After a muffled sound, the impact sound dissipated with a lingering sound. The soldiers raised their heads, and the flying mecha had disappeared outside the porthole.

Everyone: "..."

After a few seconds, an officer finally responded: "Group...organize rescue! Go and bring Major General Osmani up immediately!"

"...Sir!" There was a gasping voice again, and a soldier tremblingly pointed to the position of the two tyrants, "The Bloody Lord...is injured!"

……

Let Osmani leave the battlefield, right now? It is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous move.The white blade that was supposed to pierce the head of the black knight, at this moment, Li Ou only needs to lower his head slightly, and he can see it in his abdomen.

A scalding pain from the impact of an electric current is sweeping through the whole body from the pierced wound, and the mental power of the white death knell tyrant is crazily surging in his body, wreaking havoc.

In addition, the penetrated position is really familiar, and it is exactly the same as the part where his hand penetrated Bai? Deathstroke's body not long ago.

is not that right?

The one who carried out precise revenge while showing a blank expression was undoubtedly Bai? Deathstroke.

Li Ou quickly grabbed the white top, but suddenly there was another tearing pain, which was more severe than the pain caused by Li Ou's own mental power. If it wasn't for Li Ou's full control of it? Xiang, the sharp blade that penetrated into his body would undoubtedly cut Li Ou's body apart.

Li Ou had to make a sacrifice.

Although the pain made him exhausted, Li Ou vowed to teach him a more painful lesson than the pain.

After all, I am more vengeful than Bai? Deathstroke.

At this moment, Li Ou took a deep breath in his heart, and the remaining rationality disappeared, and the chaotic and violent thoughts gradually permeated his whole body and mind.

The white light suddenly turned to the side - Li Ou grabbed the top of the white blade expressionlessly, forcing it to go out from the side of the body.

Another red hand covered his abdomen, as if trying to repair the terrible wound.

When Li Ou tightly grasped the white tip and turned around, he gradually felt the pain on his face changed. Contrary to his state of mind, his vision became clear and his face became smooth , that blurred blood that binds them is gradually fading from his cheeks——

Bai? Deathstroke tried to pull back his arm. At this moment, Li Ou's body, which was extremely stagnant and heavy, suddenly became light enough to leave the ground where the sand particles were suspended. Being dragged by Bai? Deathstroke, Li Ou's body flew into the air. , one leg along? The strength lifted up——

The sticky long blood-red hair floating on the bottom of the sea also became lighter at this moment, and turned around in the wind along with the body——

Li Ou's knees suddenly bent, hooking Bai? Deathstroke's slender neck.

This completely overlapped with the Black Knight's previous attack, but Leo didn't stop, and just followed it——

……

A pure white, beautiful head with long hair like silver cloth quietly left the slender neck.

……

Li Ou looked at the holy head in the air. The other party's trembling pupils seemed to have no idea why his body suddenly became so fragile, or maybe he finally felt a little fear of Li Ou's power again.

Bai? Death Knell closed his gray and white eyes peacefully - Li Ou always felt that he had become a real evil force at this moment - that white, slender and thin body turned into foam.

Li Ou retracted his legs from the air, curled up and landed on the ground.

White? Deathstroke ran away again.

But Li Ou still stayed where he was? Facing the empty horizon, he stood up slowly—where is it?

Where did it go?

I'm not enough--I want to go on--I want to completely?--hardly?--destroy...

Whoops shit.

Li Ou lowered his head, covered the wound unconsciously, and woke up with a start.

With the return of his sanity, Li Ou felt suffocated instantly. He stroked his cheek, and his vision narrowed at the same time.

……

"It's going to faint..." A soldier who looked like he had just grown up and looked quite immature said with staring eyes.

Their eye circles were red and swollen, and their eyelashes were wet, but the expression on their faces couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear. They could only cling to the thick porthole, trying their best to see everything about "it".

The surroundings have already fallen into a speechless silence. When the blood-red, fragile and exhausted shadow in the distance slowly fell down and slowly dissipated, someone finally asked: "The bloody monarch... Where can we save him?" ??"

"Where is he?"

"Get off now? Boat search?"

……

Li Ou snorted, and instinctively covered his painful abdomen, but when he touched the protective clothing, he realized that he had returned to his body, which was hidden on the ground and had been thrown down. In a material warehouse.

Abdominal wound? Doesn’t exist. This discovery allowed him to regain his thinking—the severe pain didn’t actually come from the body, but from the head.

Li Ou curled up with his head in his arms, resisted the urge to roll over, and used the spiritual power of an evolutionist to drill into his head, trying to ease the severe mental trauma he suffered by guiding himself.

This trick has always been tried and tested, and saved him? I don’t know how many times, after waves of fresh pain, when Li Ou suddenly stopped using? Mental power, slowly, he? embarrassing body.

Li Ou turned over slowly, but his back touched something, which seriously prevented him from lying flat.

Fortunately, that thing got out of the way.

Li Ou was lying there in a daze, and in his hazy vision, there was a meticulous uniform and a clenched fist that was white. In the next second, the fist was forbearably retracted behind the unexpected guest.

But soon, the opponent let go of his hand again, squatted down quickly, and helped Li Ou's upper body into his arms.

Leo closed his eyes lazily, and in front of him was the face of Milo Drogo that he didn't want to see at all.

Sure enough, there is still hidden in the shoe? A tracker.

"I'll take you to the doctor?" Milo made the suggestion again.

Perhaps it was an illusion, Li Ou always felt that Milo's voice was too dry, and even seemed to be trembling slightly uncontrollably.

After a while, Li Ou moved his lips when he felt that Milo's arm muscles were tense, as if he was about to help him up, but the other party stopped immediately.

"Why is it always a medical prescription?" Li Ou asked, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear it clearly.

Milo said stiffly: "The medical side? Under the cover of Leysen? Evacuated, the number of warships allocated is more..."

"No," Li Ou coughed and cleared his throat as much as possible, "I don't believe in Leysen... Where is Aslander? Where is he?"

Milo's body tensed up even more. After a while, Li Ou heard Milo's voice, and he recovered his coldness and firmness. "The battleship here needs to be repaired. I'll send you to Layson."

"……why?"

"I'd rather trust Layson," Milo's voice was very solemn, and it sounded in Leo's ear in a low and solemn voice: "And don't trust Asland—Mr. Leo so easily."

"Then what should we do?" Leo didn't change his face, "I'd rather trust Asland than you, Drogo."

The shoulders were suddenly grasped tightly, and the deadlocked silence was so long that Li Ou felt like he was going to fall asleep before he heard Milo's response, "Okay, I don't need your trust, I will do it like this You wish, in a way."

"..." Li Ou was drowsy.

"Leyson will not know your whereabouts...but I will still send you to the medical department." Finally, Milo's tone seemed irresistible.

Fine.

Li Ou thought, it doesn't matter where he goes, he can't stay here to eat sand.

Body vacated, Milo hugged himself.

Li Ou was drowsy, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a little wet on the bridge of his nose.

They opened their eyes in a daze, but the top of their heads was just Milo's firm chin.

That's weird...it's the sky? Is the ceiling leaking...