Therapy Planet No. 13

Central battlefield.

With Joshua's "death", the war zone expanded at full speed. Whether it was the main army of Almi or the new army cultivated by the southeast warlords, they all quickly assembled towards the central theater in a tiger's pounce.

The Star Alliance, which was shrinking after Boyd's death, could only bite the bullet and fight against it under such circumstances.

Reality doesn't give them any room to retreat and maneuver!

"Hey, if Boyd didn't die in that assassination."

There are many such voices in the alliance. Ordinary soldiers don't know the cause of Boyd's death. Lucas hasn't figured out how to explain Boyd's death, so he just got caught by the federal propaganda.

"That's right, if he sees such a scene, he can't wait to rush out and fight with the Federation..."

Lucas took advantage of the situation to cleanse a group of the main fighters.

Although the rest of the rationalists are not passive avoiders, they somewhat miss the "beautiful" days when "the tall ones rushed to the front".

The mystery involved in Boyd's death was too complicated, and Lucas himself hadn't figured it out yet. How could he possibly tell the truth?

There are also speculations that Boyd died in a power struggle with Lucas, but after all, Boyd has been an assistant for so many years, such speculation has not become mainstream except for a few relatively high-level figures. .

Lucas won't make it mainstream, either.

"Report! The reconnaissance team found a small group of warships attacking us from the front!"

A doubtful voice came from the reconnaissance channel, "...not many, but from the perspective of battleships, they are all SS-class! It seems to be a small advance team in form... No, it is not the formation of an advance team..."

The judgment ahead is difficult.

It's not like launching a frontal attack, nor is it like a sudden sneak attack in the dark. From the perspective of frontal warfare, the number is too rare. From the perspective of quantity scale, this kind of assault is only suitable for small individual camps.

"...Is it...reinforcement?"

"It's reinforcements."

The informant was forwarded to Lucas, who did not come to the battlefield in person, but took command from the rear.

It's just that the 360° three-dimensional projection in all directions makes him feel like going to the battlefield in person.

"It's Almi." Lucas' voice was a little cold.

He thought for a while and announced: "Send the order and send the third column to deal with it. Such a scale cannot launch any attacks. Let the fourth, fifth, and sixth echelons be ready. A large-scale protracted battle will be three hours at the earliest. Preparation time."

Almi has just arrived, and it will take some time to get familiar with the battle situation.

Lucas Unicom Communications: "Dawn."

"exist."

"Can you let the Zerg go to the battlefield? I'm afraid that Almi will come from bad luck this time."

"Let me ask." Li Ming answered without haste.

"...Isabella said that wherever her children pass by, there will be wormholes."

Leave a wormhole.

It means that the Zerg can travel to any boundary of the universe through the wormhole at any time.

If the Zerg rebels in the future, then this is a huge security risk!

Agreeing is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger.

But I disagree... In this case, Lucas will never idle any combat power.

"Tell her that I don't care what they do during the war, but first, combat effectiveness must be ensured, and second, any wormhole openings in the future need to be jointly developed with other races after the war."

during the war.

It takes time to form a wormhole. Even if Isabella concentrates her efforts on digging, a wormhole with normal specifications will take a long time.

And regardless of whether it is during the war, it does not mean that non-combat areas are not subject to jurisdiction.

Time constraints, combat power constraints, and scale can be contained.

"She agreed." Li Ming responded quickly.

This is a step back from both sides.

Dense swarms of insects began to gather in the sky.

Together with countless heavy mechas, starships, and enemy soldiers in dark ink.

The "reinforcement team" led by Almi arrived soon.

But the actions of this team exceeded the expectations of Lucas and everyone else.

The fiercely fighting federal rear began to slowly give way to a passage.

Very narrow, only for a starship to pass through.

But in the back of the water-tight seawater, it seems that two standing waves have been rolled away, leaving a wide and flat white land.

"What's going on with Almi?!"

The new army is not under Almi's jurisdiction, they belong directly to the Federation Parliament, to be precise, they only obey the orders of the southeastern warlords who raised them, but the driving force behind these forces is undoubtedly Rhodes.

"If this continues, the formation at the rear is completely disrupted... Isn't it said that the new dispatcher is Almi? When will the Supreme Commander need to go to the front line in person? Looking at this posture, does he still want to rush to the front?"

No one knew what Almi was thinking.

The old army is Almi's limbs, and Almi treats them like his arms.

——As for the new army?

At least in this battle, he was ordered to obey the highest command. Facing this kind of behavior that is almost self-destructive, it is hard to say anything.

Anyway, if you lose, leave those idiots behind!

Many people in the new army are looking forward to a good show with this idea.

The universe was supposed to be vast and boundless, but under the gathering of life in the entire universe, there was a faint noise and crowding for a while. The wide galaxy twisted towards the center of the battlefield, and the invisible squeeze built a long and narrow canyon. .

The condensed death pressure was so great that even the meteorite fell silently.

Almy's warship pierced the outermost starship membrane like a single-handed spear.

The suicidal behavior, on the contrary, caused both sides in the fierce battle to withdraw their hands by coincidence.

What does he want to do?

This question pops up in almost everyone's mind.

"do not mind him."

Lucas immediately reminded the front-line commanders: "Keep attacking."

His voice was like an anchor, quickly making up for the commander's lack of judgment.

No matter what kind of calculations Almi had, having reached such a threshold, a truce was simply a fantasy.

The most important thing is to act before the opponent moves!

The situation of stagnation only appeared for a moment, and soon, the queue of the Freedom Alliance began to move forward.

Almi's starship fired a shot.

No sound can be heard in space, and people can only judge the shells by the light released by the explosion.

No sound.

There was no light either.

Like a pebble sunk in the deep sea, even the ripples are covered by the slightly rippling waves.

"what's going on……"

The commander, who was paying 12 attention, was also puzzled, but he instinctively felt a bad premonition.

"keep going.

The hesitation caused by such panic made him unable to say the remaining two words anyway.

Almi stood in front of the screen with his hands behind his back. His short silver hair made him look hale and hearty in his sixties.

He suddenly reached out and took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and rubbed his sore nose.

When he opened his eyes again, the gentle gaze was immediately replaced by solemnity.

In his hand he held a walnut colored handle.

Like a cane, simple, elegant, and simple with only one button.

"Order—"

His thumb hovers over the button.

"—Except us, all fleets retreat."

No one answered, but the signal soldier sat upright in his position, waiting for Almi's next order.

Except us.

What about "we"?

"Give up the right to drive."

Almi just asked the pilot to leave his position, and a huge spiritual network swept over the sky, instantly taking over the control of the starship.

He still moves on.

"The first column retreats."

"The second column retreats."

"The third column retreats."

"Retreat!" Lucas also realized that something was wrong, and it was almost an order with Almi.

After the tide started to surge.

pat.

The sword of Damocles hovering above the head fell with precision in the rapidly moving scenery outside the window without any hesitation.

The light in the universe is brilliant but faint.

Any soldier who survived this war will never forget this scene.

It was pure darkness.

In the center of darkness, there is nothing.

no light, no light;

no past, no future;

Neither hope nor despair.

It was an emptiness purer than nothingness.

A drop of ink with endless stretching ability splashed on the most ink-absorbing rice paper, breaking a deep pit that swallowed death.

Bottomless.

Unfathomable.

Indescribable.

Lucas ordered all starships to retreat at top speed.

The blue drive depicts countless meteors in the night sky.

One drop from the darkness that spreads from hell, and one is instantly dragged into an eternal cage.

When Almi was still some distance away from the horizon, he waved to all the soldiers around him: "You all go to the door."

Beside the soldiers, there are some ordinary people controlled by physical ropes.

These people were also dragged to the hatch by the soldiers.

Almi opened the hatch: "Stand over here."

He switched from forward to backward, delaying the push, three seconds.

"Jump down."

This voice is like an invisible hand, and the transmission in the soldier's mind is a brute force pushing forward.

Without thinking, they jumped into the vast universe with the terrified captives.

Obey, obey, absolutely obey.

Loyal, loyal, incredibly loyal.

The hatch was closed, and Almi's superluminal starship began to return.

The soldiers who were pushed down by the fluffy language didn't even think about what was behind the obedience and loyalty, what was the devotion for.

The bursting black gear crushed and crushed all objects that could not defeat the light.

Countless dense black holes the size of satellites appeared in the universe like briquettes.

It was like a huge group of meteorites smashed into the grassy ground, leaving a mess that could not be repaired on the land called universe.

"What the hell did they... research something strange..." Dong Yang was dumbfounded watching the live broadcast.

The black hole itself does not extend very much, maybe because the initial mass is too small, maybe it is because of other reasons, but the number alone is enough to make the assembled fleet appear to be broken.

What's more, so many pits were artificially smashed on the way forward!

It takes a lot of time to check the black hole and choose the best path!

But also because of this, Dongyang and the others can still see real-time projections from the equipment of other surviving starships.

Li Ming frowned as she stared at the miserable scene, her lower lip was bitten and bleeding.

No, not right.

This is definitely not their purpose.

There should be something else...

What else hasn't been photographed...

Jessica and Huo Wen are re-surveying the planetary road with a group of technology madmen using the remaining equipment.

Suddenly, Jessica received a communication request——

unknown identity.

The source of the signal is an ordinary civilian starship.

But the line is the private line of the amphitheater.

Not from the Star League.

Jessica jumped up and down, faintly guessing.

She clicked to accept, and hurriedly said, "Are you all right? Louis? Or Ange..."

"Jessica? I need you to contact your fellow hackers." Angor's voice hurriedly sounded from the other end, "The more people the better, now, immediately, immediately—"

"Do, what?" Jessica was taken aback.

"Take control of the damn Sanxingdui darknet!"