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"Galaxy Era 3452, photographed in Fabras Fortress of the Empire. Alliance Commander Anatoly Tang Kaleyan neglected his duties first, followed by guarding himself and stealing. After a trial, he was sentenced to death. Here is a photo as a souvenir. Card The image of Lejan will remain in people's hearts forever."
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"Galaxy Era 3452, photographed in Fabras Fortress of the Empire. Admiral Anders Aaron of the Empire collaborated in the crime and violently resisted arrest. He was sentenced to death for his serious crime and decided to execute it immediately. Here is a photo of Asia. The image of Admiral Lun will forever remain in the hearts of the people of the Empire."
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"It was taken in the Fabras Fortress of the Empire in 3452 of the same Milky Way Era. Lieutenant General of the Empire, Scarface Isaac faced the crime, but he didn't know how to stop it, and he cooperated with the criminals to cover up the evidence and tried to escape. His crime was cruel and shocking Pointing out that the death penalty will be executed immediately, as a souvenir. The image of Scarface Isaac will be forever... "
"Who is Scarface!" Isaac was distraught, struggling desperately: "Brother also has a name! And why am I the most cruel and heinous person who accompanied the crime? Partial! This is naked partiality !"
In the conference room on the top floor of the command building, Celia stood at the head of the building and smiled slightly, and slowly turned off the camera: "—exists in the hearts of the people of the empire."
He closed the photo album with a snap, waved his hand and said, "Heinrich, you can send them on their way."
On the three chairs side by side at the end of the long table, Kaleyan, Aaron, and Isaac were tightly bound, like three roast suckling pigs that had been smeared with spices and were about to be put on the shelf; His Majesty the Emperor, who was handsome and extraordinary in a dark blue military uniform, was standing In the shadow behind Celia, Wen Yan stepped forward, coldly raised the muzzle of the laser gun, and the three of them had turned into corpses in his cold eyes: "Goodbye, everyone."
boom! Calleyan fell. Boom! Aaron fell. boom! Isaac struggled to escape and fell down tragically.
There was silence in the meeting room, and five seconds later, Isaac turned over and sat up furiously: "What the hell is this! Can you stop shooting med guns at people!"
Kaleyan and Aaron wriggled up from the ground at the same time, because they were bound all over, they looked like two clumsy caterpillars. The two had long been accustomed to Marshal Celia's majesty. While looking at Isaac with "you are too young, child", they twisted and twisted to help each other untie.
"Man, don't worry about such trivial matters." Celia put away the photo album with a smile, and said, "Speaking of which, you are good enough. What's so good about other people's photo albums from hundreds of years ago? Mr. General Aaron , Do you have any concept of privacy in your mind?"
Aaron dejectedly said, "I thought there was a 45-degree selfie of you staring and pouting..."
"What about Kaleyan, did you just let him see it?"
"I just didn't stop it!" Kaleyan was also very aggrieved: "Besides, I didn't know there was a photo album in it. If I knew it, I would have gone to a place where no one was around to peek at it, and can I take it away for Little Boy No. 2?! "
Celia nodded and smiled without saying a word, turned to Isaac for a while, and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Isaac said glumly: "I just want to know what you said in the photo of His Majesty on the last page, and my name is really not Scarface, Marshal, you are so disrespectful... Anyway, I am also a leader You have been a dignified lieutenant general of the Empire for 20 years in the Military Intelligence Department, how much trouble is it to memorize your name..."
"A dignified Lieutenant General of the Empire," Celia's smile deepened, she took the laser gun in Heinrich's hand and asked, "Since you have been in charge of MI for twenty years, can you guess what it is?"
It was a strange question, Isaac was stunned, and Aaron was also stunned. Kaleyan knew his old boss better, and when he saw that smile, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart: "This is..."
"Can you guys have something to offer?" Heinrich finally couldn't bear it any longer, and looked at his subordinates with eyes filled with hatred: "—the latest product of the Imperial Research Institute, which can induce drug recipients to tell the truth without knowing it, It’s just a confession! You can’t even tell the difference?!”
Isaac: "…"
Aaron: "…"
Kaleyan: "..."
Countless mud horses galloped past the conference room, and Celia suddenly smiled with undisguised teasing: "'Glaring and pouting 45-degree selfie portrait'... What are you thinking all day, Admiral of the Empire? Comrade Lun?"
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The admiral and the lieutenant admiral had the worst luck. They were angered by the emperor because of their lack of prospects. They were sent to the training ground to run twenty laps, attracting countless crowds of onlookers.
Kaleyan, however, had a sweet heart and was the marshal's own son, so he was always eccentric, so he was spared. He was only detained in the office and spent half a day studying the tactical star map.
——The brilliant star map looks good to ordinary people, but for a tactical expert like Kaleyan, it is a hard task to watch for several hours a day, let alone draw it by himself; he gets dizzy after half an hour of drawing Feeling dizzy and nauseated, I just ran to the window to stand in the wind, but when I looked up, I saw Aaron and Isaac taking off their shirts and running laps on the training ground wheezing.
Kaleyan was overwhelmed by the heavy military affairs, and when he saw this scene, he became angry from his heart and turned to gallbladder. He slammed the keyboard and said, "Why don't you let me run laps!"
"What did you say?"
Kaleyan turned his head like an electric shock, and saw Celia walking in from the door while looking down at the document, with no expression on his snow-white face; the new commander was immediately scared when he saw it, and timidly said: "No, nothing. "
Celia went to the table and threw the documents away, asking, "Is the painting finished?"
"It's... not too far away. The γ coordinates around the Mira Hipple star field have not been set yet. The Imperial Army said that they will send me the data in the afternoon." Celia stared at the three-dimensional star field map floating above the desktop. As serious and harsh as the tutor, Kaleyan felt guilty when he saw it: "Wait, aren't you counting the enemy's coordinates with Heinrich's little boy, why do you have time to come out today?"
Calculating the coordinates of the five-dimensional space is not an easy task. Apart from the Dark Star Hall, there are no more than ten military strategists who are familiar with this field after several visits to the Alliance and the Empire—Silia was born in the Dark Star Hall, so it can be said that he is an expert in space tactics. An expert; although Heinrich lacks systematic theoretical knowledge, he has been involved in this area because of his many years of leadership, and he can give Celia a start in the calculation process.
"It's almost there," Celia said with a hint of exhaustion in his voice, "It's just around the last battle in the Hipple Starfield, about 28 astronomical units from the coordinates of the center of the battlefield."
Kaleyan wondered: "That's not far away. Why didn't Yunes bring the army out when he came out of the fifth-dimensional space? The Dark Star Fleet encountered trouble in dimension reduction?"
Those who lead the army are no strangers to the transition. Strictly speaking, the fleet will also involve dimensionality reduction during the transition process—however, the age of the human universe has developed for more than three thousand years, and the theory of group transition has matured for more than one thousand years. How to successfully reduce the dimension from the five-dimensional space has always been one of the important problems for the generals.
"If it's the Empire and the Alliance, it may be difficult to carry out such a large-scale fleet dimension reduction, but I don't think the Dark Star Hall has it." Celia took a light brain pen to trace the starry sky map drawn by Kaleyan, head Without raising his voice, he said, "The only explanation is that Younes didn't want the main force to face us so quickly."
"He's afraid of us?"
Celia shook her head.
"Want to save your strength and attack Egret?"
"Perhaps."
This tone sounded uncertain, Kaleyan frowned and asked: "Do you have any other explanations? In fact, even if the Dark Star Fleet avoided fighting us in the Mira Hipple star field, when they passed the Fabras Fortress It is inevitable that there will be a fierce battle, and the fundamental thing is to preserve our strength and attack Egret..."
He wanted to say that it was just a delusion, but before he finished speaking, he heard Celia say calmly: "Maybe they are looking for a way to bypass the fortress."
Kaleyan was taken aback, "How is it possible?"
Celia didn't look at him, and didn't speak. He looked down at the quietly rotating three-dimensional starry sky in front of him, the vast and bright Gemini galaxy was reflected in his deep eyes, and the M35 star cluster farther away seemed like a huge vortex in the light and shadow, plunged into the boundless and distant space.
"There are always too many possibilities hidden in the universe..." Celia stared at it and said softly, "Maybe, they are also waiting for a certain possibility to happen."
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At the same moment, Mercury in Andromeda.
Douglas Consettrin, in handcuffs, was escorted from the airship by two soldiers and stood on the dusty sand dunes.
In the distance is the endless wasteland, the wind blows from the sky and the earth, rolls up the diffuse sand mist, whistles and whizzes towards the horizon. The golden-red sunset slowly descended like a huge disc, dyeing the sandy sky line red, like blood pouring down from a big beach.
Douglas squinted his eyes in the wind, looking at the figure standing like a rock not far away: "Lieutenant General Mo Wen."
Mo Wen was wrapped in a military uniform cloak, his dark face was expressionless, and when he raised his hand, there was a flash of light in his palm—it was a high-frequency impact particle gun.
"Is this the place where you decided to execute me?" Douglas's tone was as calm as talking about lunch, and he even smiled: "I thought you would put me in the freezer and shoot me into space... so it seems , Celia is actually a very romantic person."
Mo Wen said coldly: "The marshal said that the Consettrin family has consumed enough national wealth, there is no need to waste another cryogenic chamber for you."
Although these words do not quite match the gentle and tolerant appearance of Marshal Celia, it is indeed his style. Unexpectedly, Douglas was not angry because of this, on the contrary, he smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter to me anymore, no matter how glorious and prominent the status was in life, a handful of loess is enough to cover up this body after death It's over... but you who killed me, where will you lead the alliance?"
"We will all follow the Marshal."
"Is that enough? How can you be sure that Celia is right?"
Mo Wen opened his mouth to refute, but was interrupted by Douglas with a smile: "Following Celia is just your inertia, just like the empire follows the emperor, and the dark warrior follows the Dark Star Hall: you think the leader you choose must be right, But it's just because you closed your eyes and were lazy to think, and blindly headed in the same direction... Just like Celia also made many irreparable mistakes, but because you were too lazy to open your eyes to find out the truth, so you were lucky Covered up for now."
"No one can make mistakes, but it is better than the crimes committed by the Constellin family!" Mo Wen sternly shouted: "Are you still not giving up at this point, Speaker Consettrin?!"
"You said that the Conceitlin family wasted a lot of national wealth, that's because you didn't know that Celia had buried the biggest treasure of the alliance and gave it away to others! It's ridiculous that you ignorant ants think you are moving on the right path , but I don’t know that I will be eliminated along with history!” Douglas suddenly burst into laughter and said: “The collapse of the empire is imminent, and the end of the alliance is not far away!”
Mo Wen said angrily: "Shut up!"
The wind and sand whizzed by, quickly blowing his head that was burned by anger sober. Mo Wen gasped slightly and looked at the old man in front of him, and when he spoke after a while, his voice was already very calm: "It's time, Speaker Consettrin, do you have any last words to say?"
Douglas looked at him regretfully, as if he was sighing at the lieutenant general's ignorance, and after a while he laughed at himself: "I guess Celia won't see me for the last time?"
"Marshal Celia is performing an important military mission in space, and he has no time to come back to send you on your way. However, to show your respect, the Marshal specially sent me to execute the death sentence for you."
"What a hypocritical answer..." The irony in Douglas' smile intensified, "However, that's fine—it's not like we won't have the chance to meet again..."
These words coming out of the mouth of a dying person can be called a curse. General Mo Wenzhong suddenly felt angry, and it took a lot of effort to suppress it, and said coldly: "Do you really think so? Well, since I have nothing else to say, then I will send you on your way. "
What answered him was Douglas's meaningful smile. However, in the eternal dust, this ray of smile was so vague that it drifted away with the strong wind almost immediately, as fast as Mo Wen's. illusion.
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There was a bang on the dune, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. After a while, the soldiers waiting on the side quickly stepped forward to restrain Douglas' body, put it into the deep soil bin according to his last wish, and immediately sank along the quicksand to the deep ground under the action of the gravity device.
Ten thousand tons of yellow sand will cover it, and this old man who used to call wind and rain and has infinite scenery will be forever pressed into the abyss where the sun cannot be seen.
In the hundreds of years of the Conceitlin family's power, no family member has ever been sentenced to such a special death sentence, and it is quite rare even in the thousand-year history of the alliance. Mo Wen quietly watched the deep soil warehouse sinking under his feet in the vortex of the yellow sand, and suddenly remembered that half a century ago, Marshal Celia died in battle on Red Saturn, and he also sank to the bottom of the desert with his broken mecha phoenix... It was a similar scene, but the tragic and desolate moment was completely different from the absurd funeral now.
"Lieutenant general," a soldier stepped forward to salute.
There was a huge sound and whirlwind when the spiral fan landed behind him. Lieutenant General Mo Wen turned around and squinted at the slowly descending armed airship: "Let's go."
"Going back to Fabras Fortress?"
"Yes. Also help me connect with the marshal and tell him the news of the end of the execution of Chairman Consettrin..."
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The armed airship carried Lieutenant General Mo Wen and a group of people gradually into the sky, and soon turned into an inconspicuous black spot in the clouds.
The wind and sand on the wasteland is still going on, sweeping from the junction of the sky and the earth without stopping, and swirling and blowing towards the horizon; The yellow fur blended in with the desert background, and they quickly rushed into the underground water hole under the dunes and began to drink water in groups of three and four.
The vortex formed by the quicksand on the ground gradually stopped, and a new layer of sand quickly covered it, quietly erasing everything that happened here just now along with the traces.
The vast wasteland was silent, and after an unknown period of time, there was a slight tremor somewhere underground.
The weasel moved vigilantly, quickly got up and looked around.
"Squeak..." the gophers looked at each other anxiously. At this moment of stalemate in the air, suddenly the bottom of the dune shook heavily!
The yellow sand rolled down, and the little animals turned around and ran away quickly, and they ran away in an instant! Immediately afterwards, the entire sand dune collapsed, and the dust suddenly rose up, and with a loud noise, a hand suddenly stretched out from the sand!
"Ah..." Douglas's figure wrapped in a black robe climbed up from the yellow sand, and the dust covered his body fell down with his staggering movements. The black hole of the gun on his forehead gradually healed automatically with his movements!
"Celia..." Douglas lay on the ground, hissing and laughing: "Celia!"
His face suddenly changed at that moment, his skin was pale and wrinkled, and his eyes suddenly turned bloody red. At the same time, the bones of his whole body grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he grew several inches out of thin air!
He was no longer Douglas Consettlin—the one lying on the sand turned into Yunes!
A black ghost fighter plane descended from the sky, and slowly landed on the sand dunes with a howling sound, crushing a large expanse of quicksand with a bang. Several black-armored warriors quickly rushed out from the open hatch, and hurriedly helped Yunes up: "My lord, next..."
Yunes waved them away and strode towards the cabin.
Sitting at the door of the cabin was an old man with a worn-out and frail face—that was the real Douglas Consetlin. The former chairman of the alliance had an unconcealable uneasiness in his eyes, and immediately stood up when he saw Younes: "Master Younes..."
"Do what you should do," Yunes interrupted him with a hoarse voice, turned his head and looked towards the front of the desert with blood-red vertical pupils, and said with a sneer, "—Lead the way, Consetlin."