Mut doesn't hate humans, nor will he be controlled by hatred.
His real reason for not letting humans and major generals go to Earth was never hatred.
Countless sparks exploded in the dark cosmic starry sky, intertwined artillery fire, and broken battleships, shining for a moment in the darkness.
The moment when the spark explodes, that may be the most glorious moment in a person's life, a brilliance created with life.
In the vast expanse of cosmic starry sky, another battle has come to an end, and it is unknown how many lives have died here.
The blue-black Ishtar quietly suspended in the starry sky, like a giant whale swimming in the sea of stars.
In the command hall, the master of Ishtar stood on a high podium, the boundless universe unfolded in front of his eyes, and the starlight in the starry sky illuminated the handsome face of the young marshal.
He stood there quietly, with stern cheeks, expressionless face, and slender phoenix eyes staring at the starry sky in front of him like moonlight frozen on the sea. He stood there, the coldness that seemed to seep from his bones made the air around him extremely oppressive, and the tense atmosphere almost suffocated everyone in the hall.
It has come to the end of the war, and there is no need for him to continue to preside over the overall situation. Marshal Troll turned around and walked to the teleportation device beside the podium.
A ray of light flashed, and the slender figure disappeared into the hall.
As soon as he disappeared, the tense and suffocating atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed, and everyone almost heaved a sigh of relief with the expression of escape from death, and there were still some lingering fears in their hearts.
Ever since that one stayed on the Forna Star to recuperate, the entire flagship has always been in such a frightening atmosphere.
If that person doesn't come back, this day will soon be unbearable.
During this period of time, the people who were tortured to the point of mental breakdown wailed from the bottom of their hearts.
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Troll returned to his private residence on the top floor of the flagship. It was a huge room, quiet, and he was the only one there.
He sat there with an indifferent expression, and his fine black hair was scattered in front of his eyes, making the dark blue eyes sink deeper and deeper. He sat so still that the room was eerily silent.
Not long after, with a beep, a light curtain lit up in the air in the room, and a man wearing a mask appeared on the transparent screen.
Troll's eyes moved and fell on the light curtain.
"How's it going?"
He asked, his tone cold and clear, like broken ice strings.
"Damn, that pile of trash is annoying."
Although the mask covered his face, he couldn't see the man's expression, but from the man's tone, he could tell that he was not in a good mood right now.
"It's like a mangy dog. After being beaten away, it will come back and continue to be beaten after a while." The man said, "It seems that they are determined to take this place."
The marshal hummed.
He said, "If the situation is urgent, you are allowed to mobilize the nearby fleet to support."
The masked man paused for breath.
"You have to think about it. If you do this, my dark chess will be completely exposed. I am afraid that other forces will soon find out the existence of my side."
Marshal Troll did not answer the masked man's question directly.
His expression didn't change, and he said flatly, "Protect there."
After a pause, he continued.
"Try not to disturb them."
The masked man clicked his tongue.
"Understood, the magic power of love is really terrifying. In order to please your little lover, you are really willing to spend all your money. You were not willing to use my dark chess to deal with the royal family. Now it is for that little guy, you are as simple as that Throw me out in public."
It sounded like he was complaining, but the man's words were obviously teasing.
"Speaking of which, the Cloto family is indeed a bit capable. The earth's native animal...is called Caesar, but it was hidden by the royal family as a treasure, so that the Cloto family can find a chance to implant micronano in its body. Tracker, it's not easy."
At the beginning, the spies of the Cloto family lurking in the royal family installed the latest micro-nano tracker they developed in Caesar's body, probably with the intention of detecting the traces of the princess, but they didn't expect that the entire universe would be destroyed soon. The situation has changed drastically, and the former Patriarch of Cloto even died on the Emperor Star.
However, they also hit right and wrong, and found Jia's settlement because of this.
"For the special combat power formed by the Jia beside you, many forces are envious and jealous. Moreover, the Cloto family has been cornered by you, and it is at the end of the road."
The masked man stroked his chin and said so.
"So this time they found Jia's settlement, even if they use up their last strength, they must control this power in their own hands."
"Well... I guess, they should encircle and suppress Jia's settlements by numbers, and control those who are not strong, so as to coerce those who are powerful to work for them."
At the beginning, the Clotho family's fleet was dispatched quickly, and the spies lurking in the Clotho family urgently passed on this message.
Jia's settlement planet is too far away from Troll's sphere of influence, and it is too late to rescue, and the masked man, the dark chess fleet, happens to be on a mission not far away, so Troll urgently ordered him to go to that planet immediately to stop Cro The fleet of the Tor family.
At the critical moment when the Cloto family's fleet was about to attack the planet, the masked man led the fleet to arrive in time and repelled the Cloto family's fleet. But the Cloto family seemed unwilling, and kept making comebacks, probably because the masked man's fleet was not large, so they kept increasing their troops and wanted to win by numbers.
The masked man was still thinking about trouble. After all, no matter how elite they are, the number is still there. It is still possible to do it with one pair of ten, but it is impossible to do it with one pair of hundred. But now Troll gave him the authority to mobilize the nearest fleet to support, and he was relieved.
"My side is definitely exposed... Forget it, I'm tired of wearing this mask for so long, and it's time to heal the wound on my face. Otherwise, when I go back, this face will scare your little lover. Oh no."
The masked man scratched his head and said, "By the way, I heard that your little lover is making a fuss about leaving recently? Is it still making a lot of noise?"
"Don't do such stupid things like giving silently but not saying anything, I don't think you are such a person." He said with a smile, "Okay, now you saved his companion, why, do you use this destination?" Your little lover asks for credit? Are you reconciled?"
The young Marshal sat quietly, his dark eyelashes drooping, casting deep shadows in his dark blue pupils.
He didn't answer, the fine black hair that fell at the corners of his eyes was in an almost extreme contrast with his snow-white skin.
Cold-colored lips, a thin layer, almost no color, so cold that it makes one's heart palpitate.
He looked at the man in the light curtain indifferently, his face was expressionless, his brows and eyes never moved, like a handsome statue carved from stone.
The masked man was still laughing at first, but he smiled a few times, then felt something was wrong when he saw Troll's expression, and raised his eyebrows.
"you… "
His gaze changed, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"I said you shouldn't be—" the man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "Could you tell that little guy that you attacked and controlled this planet, and then say something to blackmail him with this!"
Troll still didn't say anything.
He just raised his eyes and glanced at the man in the light curtain lightly.
"Fuck! You are sick!"
The masked man who almost ran away in an instant cursed a curse word unceremoniously.
"If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it was something you could do! That's fine, and you even poured dirty water on yourself on purpose, even me splash."
"Troll." The man was so angry that he called him by his first name, "I knew you didn't have much EQ since I met you, but you can ask me to say you are so low?! Good thing, you Make it a bad thing—what the hell are you thinking, don't you know what it's going to do? Is that why you want that little guy to hate you?"
Probably out of breath, the masked man spoke like firing a cannon, fast and ruthless. But he spoke angrily for a long time, but the other party didn't respond. He was a little unwilling, thought about it, and continued.
"Well, you give me the communication channel of that little guy, and I will tell him, and I will explain."
The marshal who had been silent for a long time finally made a movement.
He glanced at the masked man and said, "No need."
"Troll—"
Marshal Troll stood up and didn't look at the man on the screen again. The masked man could only see the side cheek turned away.
The man's breath paused slightly, and he didn't know how to describe the expression on Troll's side face at the moment. He saw Troll's side face turned away, and saw the slender eyelashes hidden in the thin hair. There were traces of a slight shake in the shadow in the dim light.
That inexplicably made his heart tremble.
At the last second when the communication light curtain disappeared, he heard Troll's voice.
He heard Troll say.
"I only have this one chip."
The light curtain disappeared.
The masked man stood in front of the communication platform in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.
He thought he must have read it wrong.
Otherwise, how could he see the existence of fragility, which is absolutely impossible to appear in that man who has always been so powerful at all times.
He must have read it wrong.
He thought so, told himself so.
But what flashed in his mind was the trace of the slight trembling of the slender eyelashes in the shadow when the man turned around.
It might be an illusion, but for some reason he couldn't help feeling distressed.
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[He only has this one bargaining chip.]
He could only cling tightly to the only bargaining chip.
Even in his most shameless way.