The sun fell on the earth with a flame that incinerated everything.
The fiery white light covered the sky, burning his eyes.
At this moment, the burned eyes could see nothing but whiteness, and he couldn't see the blood all over his body. The blood was like a bright red flame burning on his skin—he could feel it as if the flame was licking and burning. Seeing the piercing pain in his skin.
He could feel that his strength had been overdrawn.
The terrifying pressure was suppressed, and the hot breath whizzed past his cheeks, and he couldn't even breathe.
It was like the hot magma coming towards him after a volcanic eruption, eroding his fingers and melting his bones and blood.
It was so fast that even the severe pain had not had time to pass from the nerves to his brain.
The boy knelt on the hull of the ship, blood was dripping on most of his cheeks, and his red-stained black hair was blown wildly backwards by the terrible wind. Burned by the hot white light and unable to see anything, his unfocused eyes stared blankly ahead. The blue flames around him were already faintly visible and gradually dissipated.
The white light descended like thunder, and it was about to swallow that tiny figure—
"Mute!"
It was a rush of shouts that came to my ears suddenly.
The invisible eye can vaguely feel the change of light and shadow in front of him.
There seemed to be a shadow appearing in front of him in the white light.
He glanced at it in a trance, and the next second, he fell into endless darkness.
...
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On the edge of the battlefield, a small spaceship was still hovering there, and the cockpit was in chaos.
Everything happened so quickly, from the cannon fire beam of terrible energy that was shot at Ishtar, to the moment Mut suddenly teleported out of the spaceship, and then appeared in front of Ishtar to block the energy cannon - only a few minutes .
It was too fast, Canaan and the others had no time to react.
The fluctuation range of the energy cannon was too large, and the space of the starry sky vibrated slightly, so that it affected their induction, and they couldn't feel what happened in the devil's star field at all.
"How to do?"
"He must have gone in!"
"Shall we catch up?"
While everyone was still talking in a panic, everyone froze suddenly.
Some people hugged their heads subconsciously.
"This feeling… "
"How is it possible? How could he be here!"
"Yes, this is—"
They suddenly felt an extremely familiar and powerful force coming from the devil star field.
"Noah?!"
...
The sky-blue cloak flew high in the dark starry sky, and it was torn and fluttered endlessly by the oncoming violent air current like a storm.
The faint blue flame surged again the second it was about to go out, but this time it was another white-haired boy who suddenly appeared in front of Mutt who ignited the blue flame.
He forcefully propped up the blue mask that was on the verge of shattering, and even forced it out a bit.
The white light of the energy cannon hit the rekindled blue flame like countless meteors, sparks scattered all over the place for a while, and the remaining sparks that brushed past the edge during the collision collapsed and fell to the hull of the nearby ship. Numerous deep pits melted into the hard alloy metal casing.
The slender body of the white-haired boy was suspended in the air, his pupils flashed the purest azure blue light, and the blue flame-like mask he held up with his hands trembled violently under the terrifying beam of energy cannon.
He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead were already bulging.
He is also struggling to support it, and the traces of cracks spread little by little on the blue mask he propped up, which is a sign that it is about to break—
Energy cannons are exhausted after all.
After it lasted for several minutes, before the blue mask was already full of cracks and on the verge of breaking, it finally ran out of energy. The straight beam of light disappeared into the endless starry sky, and only white spots of light could be vaguely seen flying away, disappearing in the darkness.
Noah landed on the Ishtar ship, and his exhausted body shook unsteadily. He was panting violently, the white hair on his temples stuck to his forehead, and the whole body was soaked in sweat.
Panting quickly, he staggered a few steps and walked to Mutt's side.
Mutt was lying on the cold metal shell, unconscious. The black hair was messily scattered on his face, and half of his cheeks were exposed, which were all stained blood-colored, and it looked shocking against the pale lips. His left arm hangs on one side, and it is empty below the wrist. It has been melted, and the flesh and bones are exposed.
Noah leaned over and hugged the unconscious teenager into his arms. He took a deep breath, and the blue light in his pupils, which was already weak like candlelight, brightened again. In the next second, the person in his arms disappeared instantly on the ship and into the starry sky.
...
In the center of the Emperor Star System, among several huge flagships surrounding the Emperor Star, the three Patriarchs were talking to each other hurriedly.
"what happened?!"
"Miss hit?"
"No, hit the target! Blocked!"
"How is it possible—the energy is already close to the explosion of a nuclear energy bomb, so far there is no defense device in the universe that can stop the explosion of a nuclear energy bomb!"
The wine glass slammed heavily on the round table and shattered in response. The dark wine dripped on the silver-black round table and dripped along the edge, soaking the black boots of Patriarch Cloto.
The man was sitting leisurely a moment ago, watching the destructive white light hit the Ishtar battleship with a smile on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he stood up abruptly, pressed his hands on the table, and stared fixedly at the ship in front of him. The light curtain revealed an unbelievable expression.
"impossible… "
He muttered to himself.
There were two light curtains floating beside him, and the two Patriarchs projected inside looked at each other, and one of them spoke.
"Can the Negal continue to fire?"
Patriarch Cloto stabilized his mind. He stood there, frowning and looking at the other two.
"No." He said, "Negal's shaped cannon is too heavy to bear, and it needs to cool down for at least 20 hours after each shot."
He shook his head.
"Failed."
He said calmly, "We can only fight head-on. Although his reinforcements have arrived, we have the [Scepter of Heaven] in our hands, and it is not certain who will win."
The other two did not speak, and the light curtain of the communication was closed in the next second.
Patriarch Cloto sat down again, and raised his eyes to look at the blue-black flagship that was still quietly suspended in the star field. There was nothing to see on his face, but there was a flash of anger in the depths of his eyes with laugh lines at the corners. meaning.
What are you still struggling with
he thought dissatisfied.
To be hit honestly, just to die, to become my stepping stone to the top, this is the result that a lowly person like you who jumped out of nowhere should have!
He snorted lowly.
Hmph, so what if I escaped this time
Our fleet is relying on the [Scepter of Heaven], you cannot attack it, and after the cooling time is over, the Negal can attack again. If you are afraid of the range of the Negal and exit the Emperor Star System... Heh, how do you want to fight this battle
...
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[More than half a month ago]
"Report! Found a hidden spaceship!"
"Crack the internal system of the spacecraft immediately."
"The system password has been cracked, the communication equipment has been cracked—"
The spaceship of Jia, which was hidden in a barren small satellite near the Forna star, was quickly found by the scouting team sent by Marshal Troll, and within half an hour, the secret of the spaceship was deciphered. system, and hacked into the communication equipment of the spacecraft.
The black-haired marshal was on the Forna planet, standing in a special room surrounded by icy instruments.
"Take over the communication."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Marshal!"
A ray of light fell from the roof and fell to the ground, and then a figure was projected in front of Marshal Troll.
The person in the virtual projection looked up at Troll.
"In this regard, Jia is too far behind human beings."
The person projected here said so, looking deeply at Troll, with the sky blue cloak draped behind his shoulders.
Because he didn't activate his power at this moment, he looked at the lavender pupils of Troll, the snow-white hair falling in front of those amethyst-like eyes, the white-haired boy and the black-haired marshal who looked very young. Facing each other face to face, standing in a confrontational manner, no less.
He said, "Marshal of humanity, why contact me?"
He knew very well that Canaan and the others would never give their contact information to humans, so the human marshal should have obtained the spaceship exclusive to Jia and the method of contacting him by special means. He didn't say much, because he also knew that those young Jia would definitely not be the opponents of this human marshal.
Troll stared at Noah, the white-haired Jia looks young, but the deep eyes have accumulated a long time.
"I need to work with you," he said.
"..."
Noah didn't answer, just looked at him.
"How strong is your strength? Can you sustain the energy of a nuclear bomb?"
At the beginning, Mutt had resisted the shelling of the Star Destroyer, and those Jia had been saying that Mutt's strength was much worse than Noah's. Therefore, for this strategy, he used his body as a bait and needed to cooperate with the leader of this Jia.
"Barely."
Noah replied. A hundred years ago, there was a confrontation between two major powers. Because one satellite fortress was captured, in order to prevent the enemy from controlling the satellite fortress, the power detonated the nuclear energy bomb in the fortress. A companion in the satellite, he desperately resisted the terrifying energy of the nuclear bomb explosion and managed to escape with his companion, but his own strength was almost exhausted.
So he said, barely.
The marshal paused for a moment, then continued to speak.
It was very quiet all around, and everyone retreated. In this special room full of instruments that shone with silvery white luster, there were only the marshal and Noah, who was projected here.
Noah was a little surprised at first, but after hearing it, he showed a thoughtful look.
"Why trust me?"
Noah asked.
"Do not believe."
The marshal replied.
"Entrusting the key to victory, and even your own life, to unbelieving hands, Marshal of Humanity, this is not something that selfish human beings can do."
The slender phoenix eyes glanced at Noah, his eyes were cold, without any emotion.
The marshal said: "What is entrusted to you is not my victory or defeat, nor my life, but the future of your own clan."
Noah stared at Troll for a while, and then slowly turned his eyes away.
"You're right." He said, "I'm not helping you, but the future of my family."
Marshal Troll is the only force in the entire universe that has never harmed Jia and is willing to accept Jia. Noah knows very well how cruel things have been done to Jia by the other three forces, and none of those forces have used Jia to conduct experiments . Once the marshal is defeated or dies, and any other force comes to power, Jia will continue to be persecuted. They can only continue to linger on that small planet as before, and there will never be a future.
Therefore, the human marshal made it very clear that he didn't believe him, but he knew that he would definitely do it, not for human beings, but for Jia.
...
When the blazing white light came through the universe, Noah's heart skipped a beat.
He is too confident.
The power of weapons that humans can create has far exceeded the limits of human weapons in his memory.
This oncoming destructive energy is too strong, even stronger than the nuclear energy bomb he encountered last time, he is not sure whether he can bear it——Noah's pupils with blue luster shrank slightly, Clenched hands.
If nothing can be done, then he can only do his best to teleport away the Marshal and a few nearby humans. As for more people on the ship, he might be powerless.
Just after Noah had judged that his strength might not be able to hold the energy cannon, he resolutely teleported into the hall, intending to take people away.
But before he had time to stretch out his hand, the green-haired human standing near the marshal suddenly yelled.
"Your Excellency the Marshal!"
He saw the human marshal suddenly raised his head, his pupils constricted violently, and he instantly showed a panicked expression.
Noah's heart beat violently.
Based on his understanding of this human marshal, the person who can make his emotions lose control in an instant—
He jerked his head up and followed the marshal's line of sight. The familiar figure that appeared in front of the Ishtar ship made his breathing suddenly suffocated for a moment.
At the moment when he had no time to exhale, the white rainbow fell like a thunderbolt—
He saw that the young man who resisted the destructive energy cannon alone was crushed to his knees on the ship in an instant. Tiny blood splashed from the capillaries bursting from the skin all over his body, and even the boy who was crushed to his knees was crushed. The young man on the ground who was still holding on to the energy cannon was stained like a bloody man.
Naturally, that child couldn't resist the power that even he couldn't bear.
The blazing light fell, and it was about to swallow the boy whole in the next second——
"Mute!"
...
Because the sudden burst of Mute resisted at least half of the power of the energy cannon, Noah was able to continue to carry the remaining half of the attack energy.
He gritted his teeth and exhausted the last bit of remaining strength, and teleported to the inside of the ship with the unconscious Mutt in his arms. His exhausted body could no longer hold on, and he knelt on the ground with one knee. The sky blue cloak flew up as his body suddenly fell, and then spread over his shoulders and body, covering half of the boy in his arms.
His left knee was knocked on the metal floor, with one hand propped on the ground and the other tightly hugging the person in his arms. His complexion was originally white, but at this moment it was even paler without a trace of blood. Beads from broken threads dripped from his forehead, and the wet white hair stuck tightly to his cheek.
His head was very dizzy, and the sequelae of excessive use of strength made his eyes black for bursts. He knelt and half knelt on the ground and was still panting violently. A pair of arms suddenly stretched out from the side.
Before Noah could react, with a flick of his right hand, the boy in his arms was suddenly picked up by the outstretched arm.
He looked up subconsciously, only in time to see the silhouette of the human marshal.
The human hugged Mute, and the blood oozing from Mutter's body stained the man's military uniform with gold patterns on a black background.
The dark boots stomped heavily on the metal floor and made a dull sound. The human stepped into the teleportation device on the edge of the podium at a speed too fast for him to react. The white light passed by and disappeared from his sight. .
Noah half-kneeled on the ground, his pupils had turned back to normal lavender, and only by looking carefully could he see the faint blue light deep in the pupils like a candle in the wind.
He knelt on the ground and gasped for a long time, then stood up unsteadily and followed.
...
In the snow-white room, there are cold metal instruments everywhere, and thin threads like spider webs extend in all directions, sinking into the snow-white metal walls.
Dozens of light curtains are suspended on the wall, and red or orange data is jumping rapidly, which is the data transmitted from someone's body every second.
Countless thick or thin metal optical cables extend from all sides of the room to the middle, hang down from the roof, and are wound in the middle, which is a huge silver-white glass cabinet in the middle of the room. The glass cabinet is cylindrical, the top is connected to a metal optical cable hanging from the roof, and it is filled with a transparent liquid.
A black-haired boy was soaked in the transparent liquid, his eyes were closed, he seemed to be in deep sleep, and a diamond-shaped breathing mask hanging from the top of the glass cabinet covered his mouth and nose.
His body was submerged in the water, presenting a weightless floating posture. The light black hair unfolded gently in the transparent water, like the traces of silk soaked in water. His eyelashes spread out in the water, revealing each and every one of them, shaking slightly with the surge of the water, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
Countless thin silk threads were wrapped around his body, and the transparent threads penetrated into his skin, continuously transmitting every current condition of his body to the brain of the healing device in real time.
The transparent water looks calm, but it is actually flowing slowly, and new solutions are constantly pouring down from above, so that the healing solutions in the glass cabinet are constantly updated. The thin layer of shirt on the boy's upper body slowly fluctuated with the surge of the transparent liquid, as if a breeze was constantly passing by. The skin on his body looked extremely fair under the bright light, and the skin exposed outside the clothes did not show any scars, as if nothing had happened.
But the clothes on his body were almost completely stained with blood, indicating the dangerous and dangerous scene that happened not long ago.
Marshal Troll stood in front of the huge glass case that stood in the center of the room and occupied almost a quarter of its volume. Cold metal cables wound around the glass case and unfurled from under his feet.
He raised his head, his dark blue eyes stared at the young man floating in the transparent solution.
The bright light mixed down and shone on his body, the slightly messy jet-black hair covered his face, and cast deep shadows in his eye sockets, which seemed to make the slender Eyes sunken deeply. He pursed his lips tightly. The cold-toned lips were already thin, but now they were tightened hard, and they became sharper like cold blades.
The man's gaze slowly and carefully scanned the boy's eyes, lips, and neck inch by inch, very slowly, as if he wanted to see every inch of the boy's skin bit by bit.
His gaze moved slowly, and finally landed on Mutt's left hand.
The boy's left hand was soaked in the transparent solution, intact, without even a slight scratch—it seemed so—but the skin color of that left hand was slightly different from the skin color above the boy's wrist. At first glance, there seemed to be a line on the wrist of the left hand, clearly separating the forearm from the left hand.
The boy's left hand was incredibly tender, soft and white, like a newborn baby. That hand was clean, nothing was worn on it, it was immersed in transparent water and surrounded by soft light, the skin on it was faintly translucent, and the light could almost be seen under the delicate white skin Traces of blue blood vessels.
Reflecting the light, that hand was like a work of art carved from white jade, very beautiful.
However, when the marshal's eyes fell on this beautiful left hand, Mo Lan's pupils suddenly contracted forcefully. He stared at that hand, his slender phoenix eyes were hidden in the shadow of his hair, making it difficult to see his eyes at the moment. The expression on that handsome face didn't seem to have changed in any way, but his breathing was obviously disturbed for a moment.
His right hand clenched little by little, under the blood-stained snow-white glove, the dark blue starlight ring sank deeply into the flesh. The bloodstains on the gloves were the bloodstains from holding Mute not long ago. If you take off the gloves, you will definitely be able to see the bluish-purple marks on the root of the finger because the ring is almost embedded in the flesh.
"Humans are terrible creatures."
A low voice came from behind, a white-haired boy came up from behind, his soft cloth shoes stepped on the metal ground almost silently, and the sky blue cloak was scattered behind him.
He walked to the huge glass cabinet, and also looked up at Mutt, who was floating in the transparent solution. Looking at Mute's steadily rising and falling chest, his gaze softened a little.
He continued to speak, but did not look at the marshal, still watching his companion.
"Humans are afraid of Jia's power and accuse Jia of possessing the power of the devil, but human beings themselves have created something more terrifying than the power of the devil."
Noah said that his lavender eyes reflected the sleeping Mutt in front of him.
His eyes were calm, and there was a sigh deep in his eyes.
"The weapons manufactured by human beings are becoming more and more terrifying... I once saw with my own eyes that the nuclear energy bomb that exploded completely destroyed a planet, turning the originally vibrant green planet into scorched earth, and all life on the earth was destroyed in an instant. vanished into nothingness...”
Noah didn't continue talking, he closed his eyes, snow-white hair fell on the corners of his eyes, entwined with light-colored eyelashes.
He lived a long time, he watched a long time.
And he still can't understand why human beings keep making such weapons to destroy themselves.
... ... ...
The medical room fell silent, no one spoke, and it was so quiet that only two slight breathing sounds of different frequencies could be heard.
After an unknown amount of time, the boy who was quietly sinking and floating in the healing liquid suddenly moved.
The slender eyelashes trembled a few times quickly in the water, and the fingers hanging by the side moved, so slightly that it was hardly noticeable, but it only caused the water waves around the fingers to shake slightly.
But this slight movement was caught by the marshal who had been watching Mutt almost immediately, and he stepped in front of the glass.
He raised his right hand and pressed it against the transparent glass, fixedly watching the movement of the young man in the water.
The eyelashes moved a few times again, and then, Mutt, who was floating in the water, slowly opened his eyes.
The dark pupils, like black pearls soaked in spring water, clearly reflected Troll's figure at the moment they opened.
His mouth and nose were covered by a breathing mask, so he couldn't see his expression clearly at the moment, but he could see that pair of dark eyes reflecting Troll slightly curved slightly, as if he was smiling.
The boy in the water raised his hand, and the water in his hand slowly rippled with his movements.
His eyes were slightly curved, and his fingers were lightly pressed against the transparent glass.
... and outside the glass... Marshal Troll's snow-white gloved fingertips that were also pressing on the glass overlapped.