Interstellar Fairy Tale

The year 1128 of the Milky Way calendar is destined to be an unusual year. For the human beings in the Muse galaxy, this year, even the dust invisible to the naked eye is full of unknown fear.

Just a few minutes ago, the first prince of the Golden Empire, Soran Edrich, officially appeared in front of everyone in the Kanon military fortress, including the fortress commander Terry, the third fleet commander Apollo, and the ninth fleet commander Edgar, Eighth Fleet Commander Hansen, Tenth Fleet Commander Lord, and many non-commissioned officers and soldiers in the fortress, at the same time, truly saw that they had been trapped in this narrow place for days, and brought disaster to the entire galaxy. The instigator of panic.

A handsome silver-haired young man, tall, with outstanding temperament, he is the prince from the huge empire of the alien galaxy, the real ruler.

If it were a peaceful day, even the most serious Mars people would express their admiration for this beautiful silver-haired prince. However, in the video call just now, this man seemed to have gathered the most dazzling stars in the universe. The splendid silver-haired prince, however, used impeccable diplomatic etiquette to convey a terrifying news to all the people in the Kanon military fortress.

"I will give you a present in three hours."

The voice fell, and together with Teijin standing behind Soran Edrich and Captain Elfy who betrayed the human beings in the Muse galaxy, they disappeared into the dark screen at the same time.

Terry, the commander of Canon Fortress, frowned and looked at Crete, his confidant. The officers and soldiers scattered in the fortress were covered with a black shadow. They wouldn't think that Soran Edrich's gift was well-intentioned, that silver-haired man, even his symbolic smile had the coldness of winter.

"Uncle Edgar," Shang Ping looked at Colonel Edgar, who never said a word, "Should you go to the central command room?"

"Oh!" Colonel Edgar nodded and patted the top of Shang Ping's head, "Baby, you are very smart. However, when you go out this door, remember to call me the officer or the colonel."

"Yes, Lord Commander!"

Shang Ping did not choose the name Edgar said, but it was impeccable. Colonel Edgar raised his eyebrows and pulled down the black military hat on his head. He was still not used to this hat. Ever since he entered the fleet as an active soldier, he has not been used to it.

The order to summon the generals was quickly issued to the entire fortress, and Edgar and Hansen successively arrived at the central command room where Commander Terry was. Staff Crete has complied with Terry's order and sent the video just now to Hercules, the capital of Mars, and telegraphed Space Fleet Commander David Sos at the first time. They still can't figure out Soran Edrich's true intentions—perhaps that's what upsets these battle-hardened soldiers.

When the enemy actually turns the laser turret at them, maybe it's better than this bad feeling.

Such low-level soldiers as Shang Ping naturally did not have to be like senior generals, but the entire fortress was still full of discussions and speculations. Colonel Edgar did not explain what Shang Ping should do next. The central command room of the fortress has just issued an emergency order, including the third, sixth, eighth and tenth cosmos fleet stationed in the fortress, all officers are on standby at all times . The moment the order was issued, the noise of military boots hitting the alloy floor immediately resounded in the fortress. The soldiers running in large strides even abandoned the teleportation bridge. Shang Ping passed the Mars soldiers who were in a hurry but did not see the chaos. , Suddenly there is a very absurd feeling, it seems that he can't integrate into these people at all, everyone is acting under strict orders, why does he feel out of tune with this? Obviously he has already stood here, and has already put on the Mars military uniform...

"Shang Ping, why are you still here?"

Austin South, who was dressed in military uniform, held back Shang Ping, who looked a little dazed. He was also a black active-duty soldier's uniform, but there was an eagle-shaped logo on the collar. The simple pattern was the symbol of a non-commissioned officer.

"Austin?"

"All soldiers are required to stand by at all times, you must go to the Sixth Fleet now!"

Austin tightened his golden eyebrows and brushed Shang Ping's forehead with his fingertips, "What's wrong with you, something is wrong with you?"

"nothing."

Shang Ping pushed Austin's hand away, his fingertips touched, and a warm current flowed between his fingers into his palm, and Shang Ping couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you for the reminder, I'm going over now!"

"Shangping..."

"kindness?"

Shang Ping stopped and looked back at Austin. In the rush of people running, the blond boy became more and more conspicuous.

"You have to remember that on the battlefield, there are only enemies! This is Canon, not Madoff Military Academy!"

"…kindness."

The two didn't have time to talk any more, the alarm sounded again, and Shang Ping ran with everyone. Following the line indicator lights on the dome of the fortress, they ran to the station of the Sixth Fleet. Outside the open alloy steel door, there were warships that were neatly parked on the vast apron like monsters and soldiers who arrived in line to board the ship one after another.

"Shang Ping, the single-person fighter reserve officer of the fighter unit!"

"Yes, sir!"

The tall, hill-like captain Dolei ordered Shang Ping to immediately enter the battleship preparation cabin, put on a single-person fighter pilot's flight suit, and incorporated Shang Ping and two other recruits who had recently graduated from Madoff College into the fighter squadron. The support group, these recruits whose hands have not really been stained with blood, have not experienced real battles, and rush into the battlefield will only cause trouble for them. Next, if nothing else, the only reason why they could drive fighter jets to the battlefield right away could only be that all active-duty veterans were killed in action.

The Marth people are not bloodless and tearless like the Seth people say, they also have the emotion of pity and love, but this emotion is often overshadowed by strict adherence to the dogma and harsh reprimands to the soldiers in the past. .

The hands of the clock kept walking, and the ticking sound was like a tangible hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"Commander! There is a new picture from the radar!"

"Come in!"

The huge screen that occupies the entire wall reflects the terrifying scene in the dark universe at the moment!

"That's Royce! Royce is moving!"

"God!"

"What are they trying to do!"

On the screen, countless black battleships formed a rectangular phalanx to surround the artificial celestial body of Royce, such as a humanoid machine the size of a cruise ship, holding a strange device, the device emits a dazzling light like particle light, like a A soft light whip was wrapped around the Royce artificial celestial body. At the same time, the artificial celestial body newly built by the Golden Empire, after the Royce artificial celestial body was removed, seemed to occupy Roy as if it was declared in a ceremony. The original location of the artificial celestial body.

"What are they trying to do?!"

"Is it just for us to see him remove an orb? Or to brag about their new creation? Ridiculous!"

Colonel Apollo roared with anger, and the military cap was thrown onto the conference table with force, and the front of the hat bumped against the table, making a dull sound.

"No, it's impossible..."

Colonel Edgar stared at the screen, his face turned pale, his fists clenched tightly, and he slammed his fist on the table, "Lord Commander! Look at the direction of their movement!"

"what?!"

"Radar man, determine the location!"

"Yes, sir!"

The radar operator and the communication soldier on the operating platform immediately executed the order, and calculated its forward destination according to the current moving direction and speed of the Royce artificial celestial body. When the final coordinate position was reported, the central command room immediately fell into in a terrible silence.

"What a joke!"

"It's not a joke." Colonel Edgar stood up, walked to the screen, and said to Commander Terry: "Lord Commander, no accident, the artificial celestial body of Royce will be moved to the eighth planet of the Muse system. on its orbit."

"They must be stopped!"

Everyone present was staring at the screen. The radar operator had just reported accurately that if Royce was really moved to the orbit of the eighth planet, three hours later, he would collide with the eighth planet. Once a celestial body collides with a planet, it will be more than a disaster. The turbulence caused by the explosion will not only spread to the Republic of Seth on the seventh planet, but even worse, it is very likely that several cosmic black holes of different sizes will be formed in a short period of time. At that time, whether it is connected to the Muse galaxy Space routes, or telecommunications, will be cut off! What is even more terrifying is that they will be completely isolated from their home planet! At that time, everyone can only be slaughtered, and even if the planet explodes for the final dignity, it will become a joke.

"Lord Commander, the telecommunication to Mars has been disrupted and cannot be sent!"

"What?! Send it again! Connect the brain and use another wave band!"

"They must be stopped, at all costs!"

"Even if you collide with all the warships, stop them!"

The siren rang through the fortress again, and the veterans snorted at the same time. All the non-commissioned officers and soldiers took their places. The ground operator waved the signal stick, and the red, yellow and blue lights gave different command signals. The fleet commander left the central command room and stepped on the ground. On the teleportation bridge, everyone's heart is extremely heavy.

Even the proudest Mars soldier dared not claim that he was certain to win this battle at this moment.

Don't seek victory, just seek undefeated.

Colonel Edgar lowered the brim of his hat, and Colonel Hansen patted his friend's shoulder from behind. Even Colonel Apollo was not in the mood to speak at the moment.

The war is coming, in this case, dying in battle, it is unknown whether it is glory or shame...

Soran Edrich sat on the command chair, and on the screen in front of him was Novi with a dignified face.

"His Royal Highness, your subordinates don't understand, are you doing this too much?"

"Children's play? No." Soran Edrich's slender fingers traced the delicate patterns on the armrest with the luxurious features of the Golden Empire, and his ice-blue eyes slid a hint of mockery, "Novi, I think, you should make chosen."

"Your Highness..."

"I will not pursue your previous loyalty to the father and emperor. Out of appreciation for your loyalty, I will also cooperate with you and come to this distant frontier galaxy."

"Your Highness, but the original mine..."

"I'm not as interested in those minerals as you think."

Soran Edrich stood up, tall and straight, with a temperament like ice and snow, "I don't have the map of the Golden Empire in my hand yet, these frontier planets are just a boring game."

"So, Novi, you have to make a choice. I'll give you time."

The signal was interrupted, Soran Edrich still stood there, Admiral Ida approached Soran Edrich and asked respectfully, "Your Highness, do you really want to trap Marshal Novi in ​​that galaxy? "

"No, only temporarily."

Soran Edrich is obviously reluctant to say more. He clearly knows Novi's heartfelt for the Emperor of the Golden Empire. Although he is equally loyal to himself, it is far from enough. What he needs is someone who is completely by his side. A marshal, not a cunning man with two masters.

Neither Lieutenant General Metz nor Admiral Date participated in this operation, and Lieutenant General Harlan is now commanding the movement of the Royce artificial celestial body. Neither Metz nor Ida raised any objections to Soran Edrich's appointment of Harlan. They all knew that in addition to being able to build celestial bodies and battleships, Harlan's combat tactical ability was not inferior to anyone else's. Those who are proficient in creation are deeply rooted in their bones, but they are destruction.

"Ida, Novi is really not smart enough."

"No," Ida shook her head, "Novi is smart, but he's a little too smart."

"Oh?"

"People who are too smart often have only two ends, one is to have supreme glory, and the other is to be crushed into dust in the universe. Everything is only his choice."

"...You didn't say anything."

"Really? Sorry."