The young man sat obediently, with a snow-white bandage wrapped around his face, making his thin hair look blacker and brighter. When he turned his face, the forehead hair moved slightly.
The eye sockets are covered, and the skin on the lower half of the face exposed is very fair, as tender as a child's, with a little baby fat on the cheeks, making it look even cuter.
Someone knelt down in front of him, pulling off the bandage with light force with his fingers. The complexion of that hand was very fair, a little fairer than the boy's face, with slender fingers and well-defined joints, very beautiful. It was this hand that was helping the boy who was sitting still obediently remove the bandage round and round.
The dark field of vision became brighter little by little, and the sense of light in front of him could feel from weak to strong even with his eyes closed. The bandage that had wrapped around his eye sockets for two whole days was finally untied, which made Mute feel comfortable. few.
His eyelids moved, and Mute didn't dare to open his eyes immediately. He hadn't used his eyes for a long time. He was worried that he would be stung by the light when he opened his eyes immediately—he still remembered when he tried his best to block the terrifying energy cannon beam not long ago, The pain of the burnt eyes was like a fire—the memory was so vivid that he seemed to feel the pain that seemed to exist and did not seem to exist in his eyes again.
Subconsciously, Mutt stretched out his hand to touch his eyes, but he was held as soon as he raised his hand.
The big hand with slightly cool skin held his hand, and the strength was transmitted, which made him feel a little relieved.
Another hand stroked his cheek, fingertips penetrated deep into the hairline, and rubbed gently.
"Open your eyes."
The marshal who held his hand was speaking. No matter how many times he listened to it, his voice sounded good. It was like the voice of a clear spring flowing through a cold stone. ear.
The voice calmed the somewhat disturbed Mute. He held Troll's hand instead, and clenched the slender fingers tightly. Then, the slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. Eyes opened.
Soft light came in, as if the whole world was slowly waking up.
He saw a piercing icy blue, like a glacier submerged in the bottom of the sea, standing upright in the silent deep sea.
The starlight at night is reflected in the depths of the sea, and the light spots penetrate into the water waves, as if the deep sea is also filled with starlight.
When he opened his eyes, what he saw were the eyes of a man, which melted the brilliance, as if melting his whole body into it.
The beauty is almost suffocating.
The unspeakably beautiful face approached and kissed him, and Troll let go of his hand, stretched back, and hugged his waist.
The young man squinted at the handsome face in front of him, as if sculpted by ice and snow, his brows were as delicate as a painting, and he thought it was so beautiful that he couldn't get enough of it.
When you open your eyes, you can see this beautiful face; when you open your eyes, you can see the eyes of the person you like... The eyes and heart seem to be filled with this man, and the whole person seems to be caught in the dark blue eyes of the man. Surrounded by the ocean, the water waves softly wrapped around his body.
The man half-kneeled in front of him, hugged him, and kissed his lips. The corners of his eyes narrowed, lightly, once, like feathers passing by.
Mutt nestled obediently in Troll's arms, blinking his eyes once and for all, his dark eyes turning around nimbly. When the corner of his eye was kissed again, the itchy boy laughed out loud, and raised his hand to rub the corner of his eye.
The left hand rubbing the corner of his eyes was held by the marshal's right hand that was holding his cheek. Troll's complexion was as fair as snow, and Mute's complexion was not as white as his - but at this moment, the two held together The skin color of the two hands is extremely similar. The left hand that Mute was holding was several degrees whiter than the rest of his body, and it was almost the same as Troll's skin color. The contrast with the skin color on his forearm was very clear, like painting on the wrist. There is a clear line of skin color.
The skin on that hand can leave red finger marks with just a little force, it is as delicate as the skin of a newborn baby.
The marshal bowed his head and kissed the hand he was holding.
The jet-black hair fell down rustlingly, and the tips of the hair fell on Mute's fingers, with a silky touch like silk. The scattered hair blocked the marshal's eyes, making Mute unable to see the expression on the face of the marshal who was bowing his head and kissing his hand.
Although he couldn't see it, Mute knew what Troll was thinking.
To be honest, it was quite painful when the hand was abruptly vaporized.
Thinking of this, he blinked, shook his hand and broke away from Troll's hand, then turned around and pressed it on the marshal's face. Troll raised his head to look at him, the young man was smiling, and with his left hand, he boldly squeezed that pretty face that made people tremble.
That expression, that movement, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a delinquent boy molesting a beautiful woman.
The marshal raised his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly, as if they had sharpened a bit, but just as they became sharper, Mutt immediately leaned over and gave a sip at the place he had pinched. Troll glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and he kissed the Marshal flatteringly on the cheek.
Troll lowered his head, his forehead was pressed against Mute's, and their black hair was entwined, so close that the tips of their noses almost touched.
The blue eyes he stared at Mute were softer than anything else, and even made people tremble.
The boy in his arms is like the softest existence in the deepest part of his heart, even if he just touches it lightly with the force of a feather, it will make people feel extremely distressed.
"idiot."
The marshal said, his voice was cold, but his gaze on Mutt was completely opposite to his voice, with a burning heat that seemed to melt the person in his arms.
The teenager blinked.
For so long, being pampered and spoiled by the Marshal, it has been a long time since I heard this kind of reprimand, and it was a little novel at first.
It feels like returning to the moment when the two first met, when the major general looked down on him who was completely in a daze at that time with cold and condescending eyes.
[You like men, so why don't you like me?]
Thinking of this, Mute couldn't help but want to laugh, but he could only hold back that beautiful face in a prosperous age right in front of his eyes.
Then, he put his arms around Troll's neck.
He leaned towards that pretty face, affectionately, put his arms around the marshal's neck, moved close to the marshal's face and rubbed his ears and temples, rubbing once, rubbing again.
"Major general."
The soft murmur, soft and waxy, like the cry of a kitten, makes people's hearts soften when they hear it.
The boy hugged the other party's neck, rubbed the other party's cheek and whispered.
"I keep my word."
He said, "I said, I'll be where you are."
He said it, and he will do it.
He had made such a promise to the man before him that day, under that great glass window, in the dim light of that bright blue planet in a dark universe.
He tilted his head to look at Troll and smiled.
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to stay with the major general all the time," he said.
Troll stared at the boy in his arms, his blue eyes surpassing all softness.
The starlight of thousands of stars is not as bright as the smiling face of the person in his arms.
—
In the quiet promenade, huge columns propped up the arc-shaped dome, making the hall look grand and magnificent. The skylight hangs on both sides of the dome, and the colorful frosted glass depicts beautiful murals, blocking most of the hot sunlight and letting a little light into the hall.
The murals around the dome are dyed with broken gold, shining in the sun, looking up at the shining gorgeous murals, the light is extremely bright, the sky and the earth are spinning, as if the soul flew into the world of the beautiful murals in a trance.
The emperor walked from the magnificent corridor, and the carved windows of the arched corridor were illuminated by light, and the light scattered on the path of the man, forming a pattern like a mysterious pattern. Stepping on it is like stepping on the light.
The man was wearing a gorgeous robe, and the wide robe covered his thin body, making him look thicker.
There was a sound of duk duk in the silent hall. It was the sound of the golden scepter in the emperor's hand, which symbolized the authority of the royal family, hitting the black and red thick carpet one after another when he was walking. The hand holding the golden scepter wore white gloves, and his thin fingers were hidden under the gloves.
Through the arched corridor and the black and red plush carpet of the main hall, the emperor walked up the steps to the high throne, turned around and sat down. The sun shone down, bathing his whole body in the sunlight, his usual pale face was slightly flushed at this moment, and he looked no different from a normal person.
Sitting on the throne, his whole body was radiant, just like the moment when he was very young and walked through the vaulted vaulted corridor for the first time to the main hall and sat on the supreme throne a long time ago.
At that time, countless people knelt down in the hall, under his throne, bowed their heads deeply to him.
He is the emperor of the empire.
... And now, this prosperous hall of ten thousand years is eerily quiet and empty. Only the emperor sat on the throne, looking down at the empty hall below.
Only the old attendant who followed the emperor silently like a non-existent ghost stood below, on one side of the steps.
The emperor of the empire sat on the supreme throne, as if looking down on the earth.
Outside the Diaolan Pavilion, on the vast and boundless square, the sharp-edged flagpole seemed to pierce through the sky, and the dark imperial flag was flying high in the sky. It is like a cluster of black flames burning above the blue sky, burning the last magnificence in the howling wind.
Thousands of years ago, it was erected high in front of this hall. It is the glory of the empire and the belief of all human beings.
Ten thousand years later, it can only be destroyed by those who inherit that bloodline.
The emperor stared at the black flag, his expression was unprecedentedly calm.
At this moment, his eyes seemed to be burning with fierce flames that wanted to burn everything, and his eyes were colder than anything else at this moment.
"Do it."
In the deadly hall, the emperor spoke.
The old white-haired attendant who was standing sideways and bowed his head turned around and faced the emperor head-on.
He looked at the His Majesty whom he had grown up with, his eyeballs that had begun to become cloudy seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.
He knelt down slowly on the ground, looking up at the emperor.
"... Your Majesty."
He said, word by word, his voice seemed to seep from the depths of his throat, hoarse and terribly hoarse.
"Are you afraid?"
The old attendant shook his head, then nodded again.
He is not afraid.
He is not afraid of death.
But he was still afraid, what he was afraid of was...
"Your Majesty, trust Your Highness the Prince."
He said that the old man's lips were trembling slightly.
"Believe him, without the [Scepter of Heaven], he can win this victory, as long as he is given enough time..."
"There's no time."
The emperor interrupted the old servant's words.
"I've waited too long."
His expression was very calm, but there was a touch of sick madness in his eyes.
"At the end of the empire, let's end everything with a magnificent carnival."
He said, as if muttering to himself.
"Do it."
The old man sighed deeply, but he could not disobey His Majesty's order. He knelt on the ground and stretched out his hand. There was a muffled sound deep in the flesh and blood of his left hand, and then a ray of light shot out, releasing a light curtain in front of his eyes.
The old attendant stretched out his withered hand, his wrinkled fingers trembling uncontrollably. At this moment, his fingers seemed to be carrying a thousand weights, and with a stroke, he entered the final command on the light curtain with great difficulty.
…
With a final touch, the fingertips dropped, and the old man closed his eyes in pain.
He knew what the fingers he pressed meant.
The gates of purgatory are open.
A living hell is coming.
...
……………
"Your Excellency, Marshal! [The Scepter of Heaven] has an abnormal reaction!"
The green-haired colonel eagerly reported to his superiors.
In the metal corridor, different footsteps echoed continuously, and a group of people walked forward quickly. The black-haired marshal walked in the front, his dark boots stomping heavily on the metal floor, his long legs striding across, the navy blue cloak behind him was lifted by the air current caused by walking too fast.
Via followed beside him, quickly reporting the current emergency situation. Mute was among the other group of people following behind, knowing that the situation was urgent, he followed Robin obediently.
The silver-white metal gate opened automatically, and Marshal Troll stepped into the command hall in one step, and stepped on the floating ladder to the high command round platform.
A huge curved light curtain unfolded in the air of the entire hall, allowing everyone to see clearly.
I saw that the armed satellites belonging to the [Scepter of Heaven] in the light curtain were moving rapidly, but the strange thing was that they were not moving outward, but moving inward—towards the position of the Emperor Star.
"The calculation is complete! Report to Your Excellency! The armed satellite Tana, the closest armed satellite to the Emperor Star, will hit the God Star in one hour, twenty-eight minutes and six seconds!"
"Complete calculations! Report! Starting from the first man-made armed satellite, the remaining ten satellites will hit the surface of Emperor Star one after another within 18 minutes!"
"Report! Calculated! If all eleven satellites collide with God Star, the crust will change, and the land and ocean structures on the planet's surface will undergo huge changes, which may lead to the destruction of 41.56% of the surface!"
what is the problem
Via stared at the trajectories of the rapidly moving satellites on the light curtain, and was stunned.
According to the agreed date, [Scepter of Heaven] will explode in eleven hours, and the entire fleet is preparing for the final decisive battle in eleven hours, but now—
Why? !
It is clear that the control of the satellite has been handed over to the three major families—those patriarchs must have carefully verified and verified the highest command of the system's brain, and then confirmed that they have the highest command power in their hands before entering the imperial palace with confidence. Star - so why is this happening now
What went wrong
Was the trap discovered by the three masters? Who are manipulating the satellite now
wrong-
Via stared at the light curtain.
While those armed satellites flew towards the Emperor Star quickly, they were still bombarding while moving, launching indiscriminate artillery attacks on all the warships around them.
If the Patriarchs of the three major families were in control, how could it be impossible to attack their own fleet indiscriminately
For a time, the fleets of the three major families who relied on the [Scepter of Heaven] suffered heavy losses. Eleven satellites surround the star field of the Emperor Star, and the artillery fire fired in all directions is intertwined into a fire net. They quickly moved towards the Emperor Star, and the fire net became tighter and tighter. The artillery fire from the armed satellites was so powerful that most of the warships that encountered the fire net were destroyed in an instant.
That fire net shrouded the entire planet of Emperor Star, shrinking towards the planet, filtering out almost all the warships on the way along the way.
what is this-
…
Marshal Troll stood on the podium, watching what was happening on the light curtain, frowning slightly.
Suddenly, a small light curtain jumped out from the side of his podium and appeared in front of him.
"Troll!"
It was an uncontrolled cry, so high-pitched it was almost out of tune.
Salome appeared on the light curtain of the communication, her whole body was almost lying on the communication platform, her face was paler than ever before.
"... save people!"
Almost holding back two words from her throat, Salome's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
For a moment she looked at Troll almost beseechingly.
Mute was stunned for a moment, he had never seen the always proud princess in such a state that she almost collapsed and begged for help.
"[Scepter of Heaven] self-explosion system has been activated..."
"The self-detonation instruction set for it is not in place... but self-destruction after hitting the Emperor Star..."
"I didn't know... I didn't know it was going to be like this... He didn't tell me, he didn't tell anyone... He was crazy... Three... There were three..."
Salome's words were already incoherent, she looked at Troll shaking her head in pain, her lips trembled violently.
"Of those moons, three had interiors of..."
The corners of her eyes twitched convulsively, and she said every word.
"Nuclear bomb."
Her brain exploded with a buzzing sound, and Via was dumbfounded the moment Salome's words fell.
He stood there, his mind was blank, the terrifying and strong impact made him almost forget to breathe.
Nuclear bombs, the most brutal and destructive weapons ever created by mankind.
Just one shot of this terrifying weapon can destroy a planet, and where nuclear energy rages, all life will disappear.
When a nuclear energy bomb falls, the entire planet will become a piece of scorched earth.
On the emperor star, there are a total of 9.8 billion human beings living.
At this moment, three satellites with nuclear bombs are crashing towards the planet.
…
There was a dead silence in the hall, as if the air had been frozen.
Only Salome's miserable voice sounded intermittently.
"Please, Troll, that man deserves to die, but the rest of the planet... so many people... the people of those empires are innocent... please, find a way to save them..."