Don't bother me, I'm super fierce

A large hysterical crowd gathered outside the palace, all of them blushed, eager to bite off a piece of meat from the palace guards who defended them.

"Why don't you want to send troops?" A young man asked sharply, his hair was ruffled by himself, and he broke down crying, "My brother is still on the battlefield, why is there no reinforcements to rescue him, please, please save him !"

The guard who stopped him also burst into tears: "My brother is also here, but what can we do?"

In the empire, the royal family and the military each performed their duties. The real power of the royal family mostly focused on diplomacy, and to some extent there was a certain restraint on military power.For example, without the emperor's order and approval, rescuers from other planets cannot be lent.

"Why doesn't Your Majesty borrow troops? Why! They are going to die!" The young man was so excited that he rolled his eyes and passed out.

Screams and cries continued, and the news from the battlefield made them desperate. In addition to the fear of death, the grief of unity and the concern of the country prevailed.

At the window sill where you can watch such a scene from a distance, the emperor had a smug and crazy smile on his face, and he was panting heavily, as if just getting carried away had exhausted his strength, So he stopped to rest for a long time, continued to look at the people around the palace, and couldn't help showing an ugly smile.

You see, everyone has to come to him in the end.Without the emperor's order, it is impossible for other interstellar alliances to send troops according to the edicts and agreements signed long ago.

This is the benefit of power, this is the charm of desire.

If this country does not allow him to be emperor, then it will perish together.

"I am the emperor."

He murmured and repeated, confirming himself to the empty palace over and over again.

He is the emperor, and he devoted most of his life to the throne. His life is still very long, and he should continue to enjoy it for a long, long time. He also took the military into his pocket and became the most authoritative and respected person in the world.

"Father."

Lance's voice sounded behind him, interrupting his crazy soliloquy.

"Lance." The emperor smiled and waved to his own son after seeing his own son.

These days, Lance had been so devoted to him that he was graciously ignoring his son's dazzling head of pure silver hair.

"Help me to bed."

His body became weaker and weaker, as if his body had been hollowed out under great sorrow and joy, and now he felt heart palpitations and trembling belatedly.

"What's the result of Anda's research?" He asked hastily.

"It seems that the progress has encountered some obstacles." Lance replied respectfully, with a hint of evil in his eyes.

In fact, it was not that the research was hindered, but that he told the people in the prison to take good care of Anda.Anda was hurt so much for Shi Zhou.How could I make him feel better.To his surprise, Anda's vitality was unexpectedly tenacious, and he was able to escape from the hands of death several times when his wound was inflamed and he was about to die.

He regrets everything, but he also likes Anda's immortality.

Isn't it meaningless if you die?

The emperor coughed heavily for a minute and was out of breath. It sounded like he might not be able to catch his breath at any time and might suffocate. He seemed worried because of Anda's progress.

Lance patted him on the back for a long time to help relieve him. He didn't dislike the emperor's dejected appearance at all. He brought tea and water, and when the emperor's condition basically stabilized, he finally spoke:

"Father, borrow troops."

The kindness that the old emperor showed with a smile quickly collapsed, together with his wrinkled skin that had been separated from his flesh and hung down. He threw the water glass in his hand frantically, and the clear sound of glass shattering echoed in the empty room.

"Why, you also come to be a lobbyist?"

Lance was neither humble nor overbearing, and still maintained the elegance and gentleness brought out by his pampered childhood, without any offensive power, but the words he said were extremely sharp: "I'm not here to be a lobbyist, I'm just here to inform you."

The emperor was very angry. He looked at Lance and laughed, mocking and disdainful: "What? Could it be that you want to usurp my throne?"

He didn't believe that his son, who was reluctant to be trampled to death by ants, would attack his blood-related father. If he treated Lance like that, wouldn't Lance obediently obey his words in the end and keep his duty as a son of man?

But the long silence finally made him realize that something was wrong, he hurriedly raised his head, there was a faint sadness surging on Lance's face, he didn't know whether it was facing him, himself, or everyone else.

The emperor was surprised that the people around him seemed to have been completely excluded by Lance without knowing it. Even the servants who served him passed by Lance's hands. There was no trace of popularity outside the palace, no one.

Just him and Lance.

The emperor panicked, managed to stabilize his expression, pretended to be stern, sat up and wanted to get up and leave, but was blocked by Lance indifferently.

The emperor's face was completely gloomy, and the long time of arrogance made him still bossy: "Lance, do you think you will definitely be able to ascend the throne?"

Lance calmly replied with a gentle smile: "Father, I never wanted the throne, I used to be, and I still am now."

Once upon a time, he only wanted to be the most proud existence in the eyes of his parents, and he only wanted to get a compliment from his father. All his efforts were not to satisfy his own ambitions, but to show off his sick and worried mother, and gradually made him love him. The unassuming father has changed.But his father believed that he coveted his throne, and his hatred became stronger and stronger, and finally surpassed his blood relationship.

Later, even though he was saddened by his father's alienation from him, he was willing to avoid the edge, hoping to follow his mother's will and live a good life.

"Lance, grow up and have a family, let's go on well." The words of the queen mother before she died were still in her ears. This woman was finally relieved after wasting half her life with hopeless love.

He meets the man who wants to make a home with him, but that man is ruined.

And the instigator of everything is inseparable from his respected father.

The six-pointed star project started from the previous emperor, and was carried forward by his father, who secretly built experimental combat machines.

He knew from beginning to end that his father was vain, ambitious and fearful of death, but because he was his father, he chose to turn a blind eye.

Finally one day, he got his retribution for his neglect and onlookers.

"You are dead. After the interstellar troops are successfully dispatched, I will ask myself to go into exile."

The emperor watched in astonishment as Lance picked up the medicine he needed to take every day and put it aside, as if seeing the scythe of death.

Lance's slender and slender fingers clasped the cup containing the potion, everything happened so suddenly, he could not have imagined that he would end up with his father in such a situation.

"Lance! Lance! What are you going to do?" The emperor wanted to overturn the delivered potion, and while waving the armrest away, he wanted to crawl out in fear: "Lance, how dare you!"

Lance's expression was merciful like a god's, which was the dusty temperament he hated the most. He always reminded himself that he relied on this son to win the throne.

It is not so much a son as a competitor.

But now, his body softened, and he pleaded earnestly: "Lance, my good boy, I am your father, don't you want the throne? I will give it to you, I will give it to you, please calm down."

Unexpectedly, Lance's eyes suddenly turned red, and his wet eyes were like flooded river water after rain. The water light swirled around and then slowly faded. With a distant and nostalgic smile, he lowered his long eyelashes: "I I want Zhou to be safe."

He doesn't want Shi Zhou anymore, he just wants Shi Zhou to be happy and happy, and he can be happy too if he looks at him from a distance.But this truth, he understood too late too late.

The transparent liquid was continuously reduced from the container and poured into the emperor's mouth and nose, choking him to tears.Lance didn't take it seriously, and calmly waited until the glass in his hand was empty, gently put it aside, and carefully wiped the emperor's embarrassed face with a handkerchief.

The effect of the medicine came quickly, and the uncontrollable hatred in the emperor's eyes quickly turned into the fear of death. His untrimmed nails pierced Lance's delicate and fair skin, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more severe as he groaned and groaned. sink deeper and deeper.He seemed to hate him so much that he wanted to tear off a piece of Lance's flesh, but in the end he was defeated by the painful torture and let go.

boom.

The emperor fell heavily back on the sweat-drenched bed, the brown age spots became more and more obvious due to the gray face, and the bones seemed to spread apart strangely.

This man who had played power all his life was sent away by his closest people in the most tragic way.

Lance was kneeling in front of the bed, his long silver hair was stained with the blood spattered by the emperor. Close the eyes of the old emperor who opened them angrily and refused to close them.

He kowtowed heavily, repeating numbly until his head was bleeding.

The courtyard outside the palace was deep, and he bent his back for a long time to form an arch bridge.

"Father, it's getting cold, you should rest in peace."

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"Reinforcements are coming! Everyone hold on for a while!"

The voice mixed with crying tried its best to pass this sentence into everyone's ears, and there was a kind of joy and sorrow that would last until death.In order to save Shi Zhou, they turned back the same way and fought back.

I don't know when, Shi Zhou has become their "soul", walking in front of them like Si Lin to overcome obstacles for them, how could they be willing to leave him alone?

And half an hour ago, Prince Lance announced the death of the emperor, and he would take over the throne. He immediately contacted other countries in the interstellar alliance to ask for assistance.

As if they were suddenly injected with a force, all the soldiers stood up tremblingly, looked at the phoenix standing in front of them with tears in their eyes, who had been immersed in the killing from beginning to end and never stopped, and burst into loud shouts of sadness and gratitude , driving the mecha and rushing forward continuously.

The phoenix has lost one arm, and there is no majestic red on the outside, but it is covered with the blood of the Zerg that has turned black and brown. It is dilapidated like an old and abandoned machine, and it miraculously persisted until the end .

If you have not fallen, how can you put down the sword in your hand to defend your country.

The encouraged soldiers vented their pain. Suddenly, the restless magnetic field in the air disappeared. They were surprised to find that the Zerg had been in a commotion for a long time. They seemed to have fallen into disorganized confusion for a quarter of an hour, and their combat effectiveness dropped a lot in an instant.

"Hold on, everyone! The Zerg is much weaker!" The soldiers shouted loudly, sending news and hope among each other.

The Zerg race was defeated overnight, as if the extremely powerful manipulation collapsed in an instant, they were like headless flies, taking advantage of this weakness, they were quickly strangled by the empire.

Visible to the naked eye, the wind direction on the battlefield began to reverse, and the blowing wind and the inexhaustible motivation in their hearts made them get up and continue to burn.

The Zerg were already busy retreating before Star Troopers arrived.

empire,

Miserable.

Amidst the ruins, a new and endless hope is about to usher in.

Everyone rejoiced in the joy of surviving by chance, hugged each other and left behind tears, wondering why the Zerg suddenly declined in their hazy vision, but the joy of surviving made them ignore this, and cried to each other Laugh again.

Not far from the Zongxing base camp.

Percy was lying dying in a pool of blood. His body was bloody and covered with scars as deep as the bones. Every knife was enough to kill him. The well-defined facial features were deeply scratched with a bloody scar, which looked particularly Scary, but there was a rare sincere and gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Beside him, scattered a small number of eggs, the Zerg queen roared angrily, just struggling before dying.

Others don't know the queen's delivery period, but he, the traitor to the empire who colluded with the Zerg, knows it clearly.After secretly seeing Shi Zhou for the last time, he came to the insect nest alone, and with the trust gained through years of cooperation, he successfully met the queen who was in a weak period.His mental power is not strong, but no one can resist the offensive of a desperate person.

Shi Zhou should be able to win.

It's Zhou Victory, not Empire.He will never change his dislike and hatred for the empire, it's just for that one person.

The blood from the forehead slid down the high browbones into the eyes, blurring the scarlet blood, and Percy's emerald green pupils were pure and bright, deeper than the sea and higher than the sky.

Memories flashed across his mind like a flashing lantern. The first half of his life was full of resentment, and the second half was full of regret. He let such emotions control him. He thought hard and put his interests first, but he never felt happy for himself. make a choice.

This was probably the only time in his life that he felt youthful.

The final plan was just for him.

Percy held tightly to the sharp metal fragment in his pocket. It was a fragment of the necklace that had saved his life, and he carefully protected it like a talisman.His senses have been gradually lost, and he has no sense of the fragments embedded in his palm.

Because Shi Zhou, a young boy, appeared in front of his eyes, with a smudge of smoky blue, and gave him this necklace with a smile. He hung it up with great care, and then at the pond of the palace every day, he finally waited for a greeting from the boy in exchange for a stolen one day. good mood.

Whether true or false, it was the most beautiful time in his life.

Ah Zhou.

I really regret it.