"Prism Corridor." He raised his arm, extended a pale, slender finger, and gently tapped the corridor around Cecil. "To the human race today, it should be an ancient, lost, yet mysterious and advanced alien technology. Through the energy transmission method of refraction and reduction, it can consume the firepower of star destroyer weapons into harmless beams as small as a needle tip."
Tianyuan raised his eyes, his lavender pupils, like two icy crystals, staring directly at Cecil's face.
"But later, this device was gradually replaced by better versions." As Tianyuan spoke, a slowly advancing white line condensed on his fingertips, like sunlight jumping on the ice in winter, "Because it has a fatal weakness: through not too many calculations and a stable energy output source, it can find the shortest energy consumption path and break through the protection of the prism corridor at the lowest cost."
Cecil wanted to jump up from his seat, but the once impregnable fortress now made him a turtle caught in a jar. In a hurry, he unlocked the protection of the Prism Corridor faster than lightning, just to bet on a change of situation, a chance for him to escape.
His move was bold and reckless, and full of the courage to burn his boats. The moment he dodged the beam, Cecil drew the knife from his waist. The knife shone like thunder and fire. In fact, it cut alloys like thunder and fire cutting butter.
Tianyuan looked straight ahead, as if he didn't take this thunderous blow seriously at all.
His eyes shifted slightly, and behind the exploding light and shadow, in the emperor's decorative window, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful damselfly sealed in amber. It was lightly flapping its wings and dancing among the snow-white reeds, as if it was still facing the clear, blue water that stretched as far as the eye could see that day.
He tilted his head with interest, and one of his exoskeletons lifted up, rapidly transforming into a lush and dense reed, supporting the delicate wings of a damselfly, holding up the human emperor's heavy blow.
At this moment, the rebounding force broke Cecil's palm. His knife shattered into pieces amidst the splattering of blood, and he was like an insect being preyed upon by a giant spider—the sharp exoskeleton returned to its original form, piercing through his body in the chest, instantly pinning him to the ground.
"Ah!" Cecil screamed in pain, grabbing the culprit that had seriously injured him, trying to pull it out of the wound. From beginning to end, the creature in front of him had never moved at all, and even its standing posture had never changed.
This made him feel not only fear, but also deep shame and confusion.
Cecil couldn't understand. There must be a reason for every misfortune. What was the reason why he encountered such a sudden disaster
"In the end, you won't die, nor will you be hurt at all. Isn't that very lucky?" Tianyuan spoke to himself, his voice as calm as an ancient well. "In the culture of Origin Star, there is always a saying that those in power are 'destined and blessed by heaven'. Although I don't completely agree with it, you have provided me with a good positive example."
Blood was bubbling and flowing out of Cecil's mouth. Compared with the exoskeleton of the unknown creature, his sophisticated self-defense armor was as thin as paper, and the emergency repair machine particles in his blood were no match for the enemy's destructive damage to his organs and bones.