Lu Lai knew that he was dreaming.
The endless silence and darkness embraced him, dragging him slowly and gently into the depths, unable to wake up no matter how hard he struggled.
The broken pieces of memory are like mirrors floating around, and each piece is sealed with endless blood and fire. The war was accompanied by blazing flames burning dazzling colors, and the silent mourning revolved in it, each piece was the mud and pain he had experienced - the broken fleet, the collapsed stars, the painful human beings.
That was the Alliance Expansion War.
He used to be unhindered, with a heart like stone, wielding a knife to cut through any obstacles that stood in his way.
He walked alone in the flames of war and hell, leaving behind the mournful cries of the sky, he was a god of war, an unstoppable blade, a destroyer who destroyed everything, and everywhere he went was full of ruins and wolf smoke.
He returns to his homeland in glory and praise, and what awaits him is the worship and praise of the whole country, but as far as he can see, there are ignorance, lies, corruption, greed, power, arbitrariness - the planet is drained by the wormhole, the galaxy Occupied, human beings are just empty numbers and usable resources.
The bloody and tyrannical crown on the head of the culprit was given by him.
Lu Lai now remembers his anger when he found out the truth.
That dull anger has not faded so far, it was suppressed by him and hidden in the depths of his heart, burning moment by moment under his calm appearance.
There is no reason for his rebellion.
On the contrary, it is those who are slaves and servants who need to help Zhou and abusers - they need a good enough excuse to let him give them half a contemptuous look before the slaughter.
He was persistently and calmly angry.
The extremely powerful and deep desire for destruction was restrained by him under the indifferent surface, the hot magma rushing silently under the earth's crust, trying to break free from the shackles of his self-control when his will was weak, always looking for a way to wreak havoc, searching for an outlet. export.
In the chaos of the ups and downs, he suddenly felt that a soft, fragile body was tightly clasped in his palm.
No resistance, no struggle.
Lu Lai struggled to open his eyes, his eyelids were heavy as if filled with lead, everything in front of him seemed to be spinning madly, and thousands of double images were reflected by countless lights—
A familiar face was right in front of him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see through the white mist that covered his eyes.
Instead, a brand new illusion appeared in front of him.
Lu Lai vaguely felt that he was hugging a butterfly, a butterfly that was always struggling. It fluttered its soft wings, and the creamy powder scattered on his palms and fingertips, trying to break free from his control and fly away from him. — yet it could be broken, destroyed, and crushed with ease, if he simply exerted force.
Wings torn off, left forever.
Just like he had always expected.
The desire for mastery and dominance growled deep in his chest, urging him to strike, like a demon whispering over and over in his ear.
Your hands are full of sin and blood, and don't think you can hold on to anything good—except this one.
as long as you work hard.
The soft throat rested on his palm.
Under the thin skin is the fragile throat bone, and his fingertips can feel the fresh and warm blood rushing through the blood vessels, radiating heat that is hard to ignore.
Use force.
Louie let go.
He pressed his hot cheeks against the soft and cool neck of the other person, and inhaled the warm and sweet candy scent deeply. He hugged him and rubbed the other person's body into his own blood. Like a weary traveler embracing the treasure found in a muddy battlefield.
Treasure hugged him back tenderly, running her fingers across his back.
Then came the unhesitating betrayal.
With the injection of the cold injection, his consciousness was irresistibly detached from his body, his limbs lost control, and he broke free from his angry and painful nerve endings.
"Shh."
The boy comforted him with a soft voice.
Lu Lai was once again pulled into a dark, dreamless slumber.
I don't know how long it took.
There seemed to be a sound of fire in the distance.
The dense sound of guns and guns seemed to be coming from millions of kilometers away, dull and faint, and the pitch-black curtain of half-angle consciousness was faintly lifted.
The high fever caused by the infection was still haunting him, and all the scenes in front of him seemed to be distorted and blurred. Lu Lai tried to regain control of his limbs, but failed.
In the dimness, he saw the hatch open.
A slender figure walked in front of him and bent down.
Soft and cold palms pressed against his cheeks, as if to check his body temperature. The familiar smell of gunpowder and blood entered his nostrils, making his vague consciousness instantly sober.
Next, he saw Ge Xiu.
He looked exhausted, almost exhausted.
At the moment when the two of them met, the young man seemed to frown, and then began to complain in a low voice about the conflict between his good physique and the efficacy of the medicine.
Lu Lai couldn't hear what he was saying.
All his energy was concentrated on the opponent's neck. Ge Xiu's neck was slender and fragile, but a blue-black scar was printed below the jawline, which was extremely shocking on the pale skin.
He wanted to touch his wound.
In the next second, Lu Lai realized dully that he actually raised his hand—perhaps the effect of the medicine had weakened his willpower.
But his palm was intercepted by the opponent in the middle.
Ge Xiu looked at him condescendingly and looked at the expression on his face very seriously - Lu Lai was a little uneasy, he didn't know if the expression on his face revealed his true emotions, but the desire to be touched conquered everything.
He loosened his strength and let the cold fingers hold his palm.
"I have sent Hall the coordinates of the ship, and he will be here soon."
There was an elusive smile on Ge Xiu's lips. He bent down, and the distance between the two was quickly shortened. Lu Lai could almost see the frequency and curvature of his eyelashes.
After two seconds, he realized that the other party was talking:
"The dead end is over. The road ahead has been cleared."
He took Lu Lai's hand and dropped a feather-light kiss on the back of his hand:
"-His Majesty."
and many more…
What
Lu Lai barely managed to regain a momentary lucidity in the chaotic mud. He spent several times longer than usual trying to understand the meaning of the other party's words, but the remaining drugs made his efforts in vain, even so, The panic that he couldn't understand suddenly swept over, like a raging wave, drowning his senses, making him ups and downs powerless in it.
He wants to say something.
Trying to prevent some unknown but inevitable event from happening.
But all attempts were stagnated in the paralyzed body.
The teenager gave him another shot and turned away in his blurry vision.
Before he fell into a cold and dark sleep, the slowly closing ship door made a soft sound, everything became distant, and the slender back was swallowed by the door.
·
It was already twenty hours later when Lu Lai woke up.
He sat up in the isolation cabin.
In addition to the still recovering spine and severely damaged internal organs, which will cause dull dull pain when moving, some shallow skin injuries on the body have basically begun to heal, and there is slight itching from the light pink new scars.
Lu Lai lowered his eyes, clenched his fingers into fists, and felt the power captured by the anesthetic slowly returning to his body.
As if he suddenly remembered something, he moved slightly and turned his palms over.
The cold, dazzling light in the isolation cabin fell on the back of his hand.
Under the smooth and smooth skin, the slender and powerful phalanx slightly bulged, and it contained a strong power.
Lu Lai's eyes drooped, silent, his unpredictable gaze stayed on the skin for a long time, a little lost.
Are those blurry and broken images a dream
Or is it just an illusion created by the brain's self-preservation
Lu Lai couldn't be sure for a while.
At this moment, the door outside the isolation cabin suddenly opened, and Hall and several other henchmen hurried in from the outside, apparently learning of Lu Lai's awakening through the ecological detection system. Everyone's faces were filled with excitement and joy that could not be concealed, and the eyes cast towards him were full of admiration and admiration.
Lu Lai restrained his somewhat divergent thoughts, and simply nodded at the crowd through the glass of the isolation cabin.
After half an hour's report, Lu Lai had a general idea of the current state of affairs.
The remnant fleet trapped in the laser array took the initiative to distract the alliance's attention, and the entire army was exhausted.
After breaking through the signal truncation zone, Ge Xiu's ship sent a response signal to the main ship, and cooperated with the elite fleet led by Hall to swallow up half of the alliance's main fleet in a surprise attack, causing heavy damage to the remaining forces of the alliance.
The alliance's attempt to detonate a star to create a black hole strategy has aroused a strong backlash throughout the interstellar range. Not only did they send wars to the medical center that should have been sheltered, but they even made a bet with hundreds of millions of lives on at least three small galaxies. Such a frenzied and desperate act made many neutral families and monks turn their backs on the planets they were watching. to their side.
After this battle, the alliance not only did not take Lu Lai's life, but the fleet also suffered heavy losses. The families who once supported them abandoned their contracts one after another, and even the largest energy and mineral galaxy on which the regime relied has set off a wave of frenzied rebellion.
Their rule is precarious, and there is no suspense about the coming total collapse.
Lu Lai calmly listened to the reports of his subordinates, and issued one or two corresponding orders from time to time, ranging from dispatching troops, decisive battles, capturing the capital, awarding honors, comforting, and even rebuilding after the war. His words were short and powerful, and to the point.
Everyone listened to his instructions with great reverence, quickly jotting down summaries on the optical brains they carried with them.
No one knows better than them who the man sitting in front of them is—
Lou Lei Sivir.
The former alliance god of war, the future emperor of the empire.
For the next three months, he will wear the crown of exalted glory, hold supreme authority, and ascend to the position of interstellar supremacy.
Everyone's attention, everyone's expectations.
- "The road ahead has been cleared."
Lu Lai suddenly fell silent.
There was a heavy silence in the air, and even a little louder breathing seemed to be a superfluous thing, no one dared to make a sound, only dared to remain silent as well.
Finally, Lu Lai raised his eyes and asked the question that had been on his lips and tongue since the moment he woke up:
"Where is Gossi?"
As soon as his words fell, the atmosphere in the air instantly became tense. It was as if the invisible string was slowly tightening and would break in the next second.
Everyone lowered their heads subconsciously, as if they could escape from Lu Rai's real sight.
Finally, Hall took a deep breath and said carefully:
"Gossiu... he's gone."
Ge Xiu fulfilled his promise, and he sent Lu Lai back to the main ship intact. So, Hall cashed in on his.
Leviathan.
The so-called "commissions".
Ge Xiu took his former crew and drove the starship that had been repaired but had been parked in the engine room, and then left.
His departure was as sudden as his arrival.
No reward was taken away, and no trace was left. It was like a gust of invisible wind, whistling and swept in, and then disappeared without a trace in the vast sky.
Lu Lai's eyes fell on the back of his hand again.
That piece of skin seemed to still have a distinct tactile feel—cold, soft lips pressed down gently, rough, with dried dead skin, a feather-sweeping itch when rubbed against the skin.
The butterfly finally flew away.
Hall observed Lu Lai's expression, and said boldly: "The main ship of the Leviathan's positioning system has permission to remotely activate it. If you want, your subordinates can now send fast ships to chase—"
Lu Lai glanced at him, his eyes were very light, but he managed to silence Hall subconsciously.
He looked back: "So, the Second Medical Research Center didn't trap him, eh?"
interrogative sentence. But it is the tone of the declarative sentence.
Hall nodded: "Yes."
Lu Lai lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and rubbed the skin on the back of his hand with his thumb, as if to brush away the remaining phantom on it. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and smiled softly. .
His laughter was low and brief, quickly dissipating in the empty room, and Hall almost suspected it was his auditory hallucinations.
"No need to chase."
Hall was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes subconsciously, but saw the smile on Lu Lai's lips that had not faded, and couldn't help being a little shocked:
"you… "
Lu Lai hooked his lips: "I just figured out some things."
Hall frowned slightly and swallowed his doubts down his throat.
Lu Lai retracted his gaze, tapped the metal shell of the tranquilizer that had been emptied on the iron frame beside him with his fingertips, and said:
"He gave me a large dose of tranquilizers, not because I was worried that I would not cooperate with his evacuation plan. I am the commander of this war, and I understand better than anyone that victory in war requires victims, and temporary weakness and will only cause more. casualties.”
Hall's face was not very good: "He doesn't want his plan to leave to be thwarted."
Louie nodded.
Hall gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind, and asked:
"I still don't understand why you don't want me to send a fleet to chase him."
He could see the difference in the captain's attitude towards Ge Xiu. So before the Leviathan was driven away, he installed a positioning program that could be turned on remotely—the program had been upgraded, and even a full-scale deep scan of the starship's operating system would be difficult to detect. He couldn't figure out why Lu Lai refused to send the ship after the Leviathan, just as he didn't understand why Ghosh would leave on the eve of victory.
You know, according to his contribution to this war, coupled with the addition of Lu Lai's green eyes to him, it is enough to make him a knight and a nobleman for generations.
This strange young man, after going through the test of war, is unwilling to enjoy the fruits of victory.
Lu Lai laughed softly:
"Don't you understand? He will only be caught if he wants to."
Whether it's the main ship or the medical center, he doesn't go only because he wants to stay, not because he can't break through the tight defense system.
Now that I think about it, the reason for his treatment may be the same - just to confirm that Lu Lai's side can win the final victory.
And once there is no suspense about the outcome of the war, he will leave without hesitation.
The cold, pale light in the isolation chamber illuminated his face. The long battle and hard work made Lu Lai thinner, and it also made the already deep lines on his face sharper and more compelling, making it more like a well-defined marble sculpture. In the shadow cast by the high browbones, the light-colored eyes drooped slightly, looking inexplicably affectionate:
"Some people can't be sleepy."
Perhaps for some people, glory and wealth, fame and fortune are just another kind of cage.
Lu Lai stood up, the smooth and vigorous texture lines stretched out with his movements, simply put the jacket on his shoulders, and strode out, the wounds on his body that used to be fatal did not hinder him. He wasn't the slightest bit. He said:
"Come on, we still have things to do."
A new era awaits.
·
In Xingyuan 3407, the Sivir Empire was established.
Several major galactic forces were reshuffled, and the era of alliance rule that was once dominated by the power came to an end, and was replaced by a more centralized and efficient imperial government, and the entire interstellar entered an unprecedented era of unity. Under the emperor's iron hand, the humanitarian decree of the alliance that once existed to deceive the people was abolished, and the interstellar reconstructed new laws and rules, and no longer divided the power of the galaxy into a hierarchy. The planet, which was once a dumping ground for exploitation and plunder by the Alliance, has undergone environmental cleanup and post-disaster reconstruction under the funding and protection of the Empire, and has the right to elect representatives to the Imperial Council. Even passed laws to protect independent merchant ships and interstellar wanderers, providing them with detailed and comprehensive medical care.
Such achievements were achieved in just a few short years after the war, and as the founder of the empire, Lou Lei Sivir has contributed greatly.
Like a never-tiring working machine, he used astonishing willpower to prop up the complicated affairs of building a new empire. After the post-war reconstruction work was almost over, the private life of His Majesty the Emperor came into the media and the public's field of vision.
The rulers of the empire are young, handsome and charming. They are almost all recognized dream lovers. The girls of the right age from the major families flock to them, trying their best to create chance encounters at banquets or other occasions, but they are often blocked back quietly. . Now there are not only vacancies in the back seat, and even a bit of peach news cannot be dug up. His Majesty's private life is too clean, even if he is called an extreme ascetic.
An insider who once participated in the war revealed to the media that the emperor was waiting for someone.
However, the media racked their brains and tried their best to dig out the news of the legendary man. Only the insider made the only comment on this matter:
"When the dazzling brilliance of the stars has been seen, the dim fluorescent light can no longer cover the eyes."
The whole report is based on this topic. From beginning to end, it is full of exaggerated remarks that are convoluted and mystical, and the emperor's sweetheart who has only appeared in rumors is depicted with hype.
"… shit doesn't make sense."
Xiao Yi mumbled, cut off the peach-colored news page on the light screen, and began to read the next page of supernatural legends with relish.
[The Leviathan, named after the mythical beast, the ghost ship that mysteriously disappeared from the Alliance War, was recently witnessed in the Orion constellation... ]
Before he could finish reading, a lazy voice came from the front:
"Are you all ready?"
Xiaoyi hurriedly turned off the light screen in front of him, and buckled the protective device on the seat: "Yes!"
The other crew members responded with implied excitement and excitement from behind, Xiao Yi took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the command chair in the front. A very strong presence.
His tone was lazy and calm, but Xiao Yi could sense that there was a suppressed desire roaring deep in the other's throat:
"Next, let's go to the edge of this starry sky."
The huge starship was launched under the light of the stars, the delicate and smooth lines of the ship were drawn in light gold, and the crooked characters written in red paint on the side of the ship were illuminated;
"LEVIATHAN".