Colonel Via froze for a moment, then quickly realized that he looked up at the marshal above him. Marshal Troll was sitting on the command seat, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and he looked indifferently at the light curtain that was constantly beating various battlefield data and star maps around him. Then, the marshal glanced at Via indifferently.
Colonel Qingfa nodded and immediately turned around to give the order.
"Connect with the Sivari flagship."
"Yes!"
The communication soldier's fingers quickly tapped on the metal plate in front of him, and soon, a huge light curtain appeared in front of the hall, flashing for a moment, showing an image.
When the image in the light curtain was displayed, most of the soldiers took a breath.
What I saw on the light curtain was the scene in the inner hall of the Sivari flagship. The enemy soldiers in the hall were all standing in one place obediently, with their hands raised behind their heads, all silent. Only a very small number of soldiers are still on their posts, barely maintaining the normal operation of the ship, including the soldiers in charge of external communications.
Major General Moore, the owner of the Sivari flagship, stood on the podium in the hall. Although the standing figure was still straight, his face was not very good-looking.
He looked at the light curtain in front of him, and what emerged from the light curtain was the figure of the young man who was out of reach for him.
The black-haired young man who was much younger than him was sitting upright on the silver-white command seat, obviously in a sitting posture, but the imposing aura gave people a feeling that they could only look up. Even if he just looked at each other through the light curtain, he felt like a dwarf while standing.
That person's sharp eyes seemed to penetrate through the light curtain. He obviously had an extremely handsome face, but he couldn't feel any weakness from above, on the contrary, he was sharper than anyone else.
It is like a cold snow mountain rising from the ground, the top of the mountain is like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, towering into the sky. The top of the pure white snow mountain is so beautiful that people cannot take their eyes off it, but the surrounding icy blizzard is also too dangerous to approach.
Major General Moore's eyes fell on the young man's shoulders. The pure gold badge and the black and red tassels symbolized his noble status that he didn't even dare to think about - he knew that it was impossible for him in his life position reached.
He is jealous of this man, but he is also envious of him. Reason tells him that maybe it is the best result to vote under the command of this young marshal, but just surrendering to this man who makes him feel envious and jealous He was very unwilling to serve the young man.
…
He moved his eyes away from Marshal Troll in the light curtain and looked up. The boy with soft black hair is floating above the hall, looking down at him. The boy's pupils are also blue, but different from the deep ink blue of the young marshal, it is a pure blue, like the sky and the ocean on the horizon The moment of fusion.
When everyone was terrified of this young man, he resisted the horrifying feeling, forced himself to stand up straight, forced himself to look straight at that boy without avoiding it—he clenched his hands tightly. He gritted his teeth, because even if he died, he would not show the slightest cowardice and ugliness in the sight of the young marshal.
It is undeniable that he is terrified of the power possessed by this young man who is Jia—that kind of incredible power that humans cannot possess, but for some reason, when he looks into the young man's eyes, he has a momentary loss of consciousness , that kind of absent-mindedness almost made him forget his fear of Jia.
There was a strange emotion that awakened a certain existence in the deepest part of his body that seemed to have been sleeping... He couldn't tell what it was, he only knew that the moment he forced himself to look at the young man while suppressing his fear, He seemed to feel something through the youth's blue eyes.
It was as if, behind the young man, there seemed to be an invisible and unexplainable huge existence vaguely, but that kind of existence did not make him feel scared, but instead had an indescribable throbbing in his heart , a kind of bewildered stunned.
Also, nostalgia.
… yes, nostalgia.
Moore himself didn't know why he had such a feeling the moment he met the boy's eyes. But at this moment, he couldn't take his gaze away from the pair of pupils that merged the sky and the ocean.
...
There was a sudden sound in the extremely quiet hall. It was not the sound from the people in the hall here, because the people in this hall were silent because of fear, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.
It was a knocking sound, a little dull, but it was very clear in the silent hall, and almost everyone could hear it. So, almost subconsciously, everyone looked in the direction of the sound—through the huge light curtain in the hall, they saw the black-haired marshal sitting on the silver-white command seat.
Marshal Troll sat there with a cold expression, showing no emotion. He looked at this side, the tips of his jet-black hair scattered in the corners of his slender phoenix eyes, casting a few shadows in his dark blue pupils. His arms were resting on the floating armrests on both sides of the command seat, his right index finger was bent, and his fingertips tapped on the silver metal armrests one after another.
The clear knocking sound came from the tip of his right finger.
Unable to explain why, the soldiers in the hall here only felt the beating sound, as if it was beating on their hearts, and their chests trembled for no reason.
The Marshal was upset.
Almost everyone is aware of this.
It must be because their boss, Major General Moore, has been reluctant to surrender!
All the soldiers in the hall of the Sivari flagship believed so.
… Ha ha.
In the hall of Ishtar's flagship, the blue-haired colonel standing under the command platform sneered twice in his heart without expression.
Ha ha.
All the soldiers in the hall of Ishtar sighed twice in their hearts,
Your Excellency the Marshal is angry
Of course, they have already seen it.
The reason for your displeasure, Marshal
...Major General Moore, you still have to hang around under our Marshal, so you better not stare at the apex of our Marshal's heart all the time!
Mute naturally also heard the sound of tapping his fingertips, turned his head to look, and met the eyes of the marshal in the light curtain. At the same time, he also saw the slightly tight lips of Marshal Troll.
The young man blinked, suddenly smiled, and raised his hand in a no-problem gesture.
Obviously, just a moment ago, it was a terrifying monster that existed like an evil star to the people on this ship, but now it tilts its head slightly, smiles with big eyes, and has a childish and clear face. The smiling face is so cute no matter how you look at it.
Mute smiled, and the rhythmic finger tapping stopped abruptly.
Marshal Troll stared at Mutt for a long time, then lowered his eyes lightly, and fell on Major General Moore again.
When he was stared at just now, Major General Moore, whose back was inexplicably chilled, was a little strange, but now when he saw the marshal's obviously impatient eyes, he immediately reacted. He took a deep breath, suppressing all the messy thoughts in his head, and suppressing the unwillingness deep in his heart.
Bowing his head to Marshal Troll, he said: "The Heria galaxy is willing to vote under the command of Marshal Marshal."
"Can."
The marshal sitting on the command seat replied, his voice was cold, like frozen ice, sharp and unquestionable.
Troll said, "The southeast direction is up to you."
Major General Moore still kept his head down, but his breathing paused slightly.
Vote certificate.
Only by defeating those armies that could have been called friendly forces just a moment ago can he be qualified to serve under the command of Marshal Troll. Thinking of this, the only bit of unwillingness he had left was deeply buried in his heart, and he was even a little lucky.
The marshal's statement is obvious, only those who surrender first can be accepted, and those who surrender later are likely to be rejected by the marshal. Therefore, if he hadn't been the first to surrender under the persecution of Jia, he and his fleet would probably be the ones defeated by other fleets.
"Yes, Your Excellency the Marshal."
Still keeping his head down, he answered.
Marshal Troll no longer looked at him, but once again set his sights on the boy suspended in the hall.
"return."
he said coldly.
Mutt blinked again.
"Wait a little longer."
The boy replied with a grin.
Mutt's answer made the Marshal's eyes a bit colder. He stared at Mutt for a few seconds, and then the light curtain disappeared with a click.
As soon as the communication light curtain disappeared, the soldiers on the ship here felt relieved for some reason. They were afraid of that Jia, but as soon as the marshal appeared, there was a sense of oppression that made them breathless.
Perhaps it is not a bad thing to surrender to the Marshal's command.
Some people think so.
I don't know why, but there is always a feeling that if I go against this marshal, I will end up miserable.
...
The outcome of this war is self-evident.
When the coalition army and Marshal Troll's army were in a stalemate, chaos suddenly occurred at several entangled battle points. The flagship suddenly lost control for some reason, or lost contact with other warships, and was even damaged. Therefore, the fleet under command was lost. They all collapsed.
At this time, Major General Moore, who is one of the most powerful forces in the coalition forces, suddenly turned against him and frantically attacked the coalition forces who were friendly forces from one side. Most of them were wiped out. This time, one-third of the formation laid down by the coalition forces collapsed.
There was chaos within the coalition forces. Major General Moore's betrayal made the leaders of the coalition forces feel insecure, because they didn't know if there would be another betrayer, and they didn't know when the so-called friendly forces around them would suddenly attack them . They began to guard against the armies of other forces around them, wanting to preserve their own forces—and this was the beginning of the complete disintegration and defeat of the coalition forces.
...
In 20153 of the imperial calendar, the battle to defend the Forner galaxy broke out. Millions of coalition troops brazenly attacked the Forner galaxy, but were defeated by Marshal Troll's fleet, which was less than one-third of their strength.
The victory of this battle completely shattered the power of this universe region. Marshal Troll’s pace of outward expansion accelerated from this moment. A year later, he completely annexed this universe region, occupying almost one-fifth of the empire. One star field. So far, no force has been able to stop his rapid expansion.
At the same time, this is also the first appearance of the Jia family, which is the alliance of Marshal Troll, in the war.
That is a terrifying combat power in another sense, which makes all large forces look sideways.
Moreover, the strong combat effectiveness and achievements of the Jia family in this battle have also been recognized by most of the subordinates under the command of Marshal Troll.
They originally had great doubts and anxiety about the marshal's choice of alliance with Jia, but they suppressed this doubt because they did not dare to disobey the marshal, and they could only say a few words in private. After this battle, there is no one who speaks in private anymore. After all, being able to obtain powerful assistance and reduce the casualties of his subordinates is a dream for any general.
After all, this is a world that depends on strength. In order to let those gals with strange and powerful powers help their own fleet a little bit in future wars, they no longer care about scary monsters, and one by one began to find ways to approach Those girls, make a good relationship with them.
It stands to reason that at this time, building a good relationship with Jia's leader is the most efficient way.
However, because of a well-known matter, no one was so bold as to dare to brush the favorability of Noah's successor.
... It's not that I don't want to live anymore.
... ... ...
And our Noah's successor is very aware of the times and is beginning to think about ways to please the Marshal. When he was on the enemy ship, Mute refused the Marshal's order to return to the ship immediately because he was worried that Major General Moore would turn his back on him. He didn't leave the ship until he saw that Major General Moore had indeed started attacking the friendly forces.
But he still didn't return to the ship immediately, because he was a little worried about other people, so he wandered around the entire battlefield, and after confirming that those people had completed their tasks and were safe, he returned to Ishtar.
To be exact, by the time he returned to the ship, the battle had basically come to an end. And after a battle came to an end, Marshal Troll would not continue to command in person, but handed it over to his subordinates to clean up the battlefield. Therefore, when Mut returned to the hall of Ishtar, there was no one on the silver podium.
"Where is the major general?"
He grabbed the blue-haired colonel under the podium and asked, because a red-haired junior soldier had itchy hands and feet halfway, so he asked for an destroyer and went crazy on the battlefield, and he hasn't come back yet.
"lounge."
Via replied blankly.
"Is he angry?"
"What do you say?"
The colonel continued to remain impassive.
The boy who got the answer scratched his head, then disappeared in front of Via with a swish.
...
... ... ...
In the lounge where the three-dimensional projection turned into a small garden, Marshal Troll sat quietly, a green leaf holding a cup of steaming tea floating in front of him.
His knees were crossed, his slender calves were hanging, and his shiny black boots reflected the light in the virtual sunlight. He lowered his head slightly, leaning his body slightly, with one hand resting on the side of his chin. His fine black hair fell loose, and a strand of hair fell on his snow-white cheek. The shadow of his hair was on his handsome face. Face shaking.
The color of his lips is very cold and light, with a thin layer, giving people an extremely sentimental feeling.
The shadows from the ends of the hair swayed in his eye sockets, his eyelashes drooped, half covering his dark blue eyes, and the phoenix eyes spread out in a slender arc at the corners of his eyes.
He sat there quietly by himself, with a cold expression, and it was impossible to see what he was thinking.
Suddenly, with a swish, a figure appeared in the room out of thin air.
The boy's feet stepped on the ground, the invisible air flow on his body disappeared, and the originally flying black hair fell on that childish cheek. Mute raised his head, his jet-black pupils absorbed the sunlight and looked bright.
He looked at Troll sitting in front, his eyes bent, and he took a few steps forward, wanting to lean over and hug the Marshal's neck directly from behind, thinking about rubbing against him, acting like a baby, maybe It can make the Marshal calm down.
But this time Mutga’s energy consumption was really too great. I didn’t feel it when my nerves were tense in the universe. Now when I come back, relax, and remove Jia’s power, my body will not be able to hold on.
He just took a step forward when suddenly his eyes went dark, his body flickered and his feet went limp, and he fell forward.
A pair of hands suddenly reached out and caught him.
Mute hadn't recovered yet, his body lightened, he was hugged horizontally by the man, the long legs took a few steps over, and he was placed on the wooden railing recliner on the side of the room. He was half lying on the recliner before he could react, a hand had already groped his body quickly.
"I'm not hurt."
Mute said quickly, propping up his upper body and sitting up.
Marshal Troll raised his eyes and stared at him, his eyes were sharp and a little scary.
The young man who was stared at by that kind of eyes couldn't help shrinking, he whispered: "I'm really fine, I just lost my strength..."
The marshal was still staring at Mutt, his lips pursed like a blade.
"You don't have to do it."
He stared at Mutt.
"But no matter what I say, it's all Jia's..."
A hand touched the young man's cheek, so the young man stopped speaking half of his words. The fingertips touching his skin were very cold, as white as snow, and as cold as snow.
The man looked at him, deep in his dark blue pupils like an abyss, there was an indescribably terrifying look that he hadn't seen for a long time.
"If you want, I will give you the universe."
Marshal Troll said, sliding his cold fingertips slowly over the boy's cheek.
"Ga?"
He whispered, his voice seemed to ooze from deep in his throat.
"You are not here, everything is unnecessary, including the Jia you want to protect..."
Mutt took a deep breath.
He hadn't seen such a trembling look in a man's eyes for a long time, it was an obviously ruthless look.
The major general was warning him, and he knew that the major general was telling him that if he was going to be injured or even die for the sake of the so-called Jia clan, then the day he was absent would be the end of the Jia clan.
The man's gaze was terrifying, but the fingertips pressing on his face were so cold that it made one's heart tremble.
"It's not..."
Mute raised his hand and held Troll's cold fingertips.
"It's not just because of Ga..."
He looked at the marshal and whispered.
"I want to help you," he said. "I thought that if I could help you, you would be happy."
As the boy said, he stretched out his arms and put his arms around Troll's neck. He nestled his head into the marshal's neck and rubbed it lightly.
"Major general."
He tilted his head, kissed the marshal's neck, and then rubbed it intimately again.
"Major general."
He called the major general's name, once and for all, the voice was soft and wet, as if it was wrapped in a layer of honey and penetrated into the depths of the heart, rolling, and then rolling again , Listening to it makes people's hearts soften into a puddle of water.
"Major General~"
"… Um."
After being coaxed, the Marshal put his arms around the boy in his arms, stroked the soft hair in his neck, lowered his head and kissed, paused, and then lowered his head and kissed again.
The almost substantive hostility that was still oozing from his body just a second ago dissipated without a trace.