It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

In the endless starry sky, the huge blue-black flagship quietly travels in the universe, and countless battleships surround its whole body, like the stars and the moon.

It has been sailing at such a slow speed for a long time, and at this moment, a large number of fleets suddenly appeared not far from this huge fleet through transitions. Although the color of the new fleet is slightly different, the ship has the same badge. They slowly moved over, and soon integrated into them, like a river flowing into the sea, becoming part of this huge fleet.

Not long after, a small spacecraft flew from the flagship of the new fleet and soon entered the interior of Ishtar.

Above Ishtar, the newly opened reception hall dedicated to the emperor was very quiet.

It was an extremely spacious hall, imitating the style of a small inner hall, with deep red thick rugs spread on the dark ground, extending from the entrance to the innermost steps. The high steps rose to the ground. To emphasize the dignity of the emperor, it was a dozen meters higher than the ground.

On both sides of the crimson carpet, there are two rows of torches. In the transparent dome, the special fiery red flame will never go out, lighting the entire hall brightly.

On the high steps, dark brown thick velvet curtains are unfolded from both sides of the platform. The curtains have looming complex patterns, which are low-key but complicated. Golden tassel dangled from the thick velvet curtain, and the pure gold thread shone with fire.

The giant black throne stood on the high platform, and at this moment, the young emperor sat quietly on it.

Obviously it was huge enough to sit down on a throne with more than three people, but the emperor sat there as if he had occupied all the space on the throne, leaving no space left. When he sat there, there was an invisible momentum filling the platform, so that the spacious Takada could not even accommodate a second person.

The young emperor sat quietly on the throne with one hand on the armrest on one side, and the white gloves dangled slightly from the top of the armrest. He lowered his head slightly, and fine, lacquered black hair dangled from the corners of his slender eyes. In those sharp-lined phoenix eyes, the dark blue eyes reflected the fire light on both sides below the steps, faintly like a flame burning under the eyes.

The hall was terribly quiet, and he was alone.

It was only that the silence was quickly broken, and a guard came in from the door and bowed his head to salute him.

"His Majesty, Major General Via asks to see you."

"Ok."

Troll looked up and gave a faint hum.

The guard bowed again, and after a while, Major General Qing Fa appeared at the door, then walked along the thick red carpet. As he came forward, the flames in the domes on both sides shook. The invisible ripples pierce through the flames, sweeping across Via, from head to toe, if Via carries a dangerous weapon or suspicious tapping device, the flame will immediately turn black.

As the person who arranged such a defense facility by hand, it is naturally impossible for Via to bring harmful things to see his Majesty.

He passed the rows of torches on both sides, came under the steps, and looked up at the monarch on the high platform.

He held a bright red down pad in his hands, and the delicate platinum crown lay quietly on it, waiting for his master who had left it not long ago.

"Sir, you shouldn't do that!"

Via spoke, as always, unrelenting, almost critical.

His eyebrows frowned, and with a bit of anger he looked up at the wayward monarch on the platform, and the anger in his chest was burned even more.

"People across the universe are watching your ascension-"

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and the words almost came out of his teeth.

"At most, you only need to be patient for a few more minutes, no, even just a minute! As long as this crown is worn on your head, you are the undisputed king of this universe ever since!"

Via didn't understand his monarch's obsession with the young man who had disappeared for several years, but anyway, at such an important moment when he ascended the throne, at the moment of great attention, and under the watch of people in the entire universe, this The wayward Her Majesty couldn't wait for a minute, but dropped this extremely important crown.

The young emperor above the throne looked down at his subordinates, and his handsome face was expressionless.

He said nothing, and he didn't need to say anything.

By now, his behavior does not need to be explained to anyone, and no one can ask him to do anything.

Just be patient for a few more minutes?

No, I can't wait a minute, I can't wait a second.

At that moment, there was only that person in his mind and eyes--

"How do we end it now? The crown was not worn, the ascension ceremony was not completed, and we can't make people laugh again."

One hand was holding the red feather down cushion holding the crown, and Via rubbed his temples vigorously with the other, exhaling deeply.

"Your Majesty, this time you are ..."

Wayward.

The last three words were not spit out, and the people on the throne suddenly moved.

Troll stood up and walked down, standing on the steps in front of Via, with the cloak behind him hanging on the stairs.

He reached over and picked up the platinum crown.

His eyes glanced indifferently from the crown that symbolized his ascension to the throne of God.

"'Only with a crown, am I the undisputed king'?"

Troll repeated lightly what Via had just said.

"You are mistaken."

He looked at Via, with only a glance, and the invisible sense of oppression made Via's chest suddenly tighten.

Via subconsciously bowed slightly, bowing his head deeply before his monarch.

He lowered his head and could not see the look on Troll's face at the moment, and his gaze was only to see the hand in which Troll held the platinum crown.

He watched the hand slowly clenched, the delicate and gorgeous crown twisted and deformed a little in the fingers of the young emperor, turning into a ugly waste in the silent wailing.

Via heard the voice from his head.

"I'm willing to put it on before it's valuable."

Via watched the hand loosen and twisted into a pile of metal waste, when it landed on the ground, knocked a crisp sound, and rolled to the side.

He lowered his head, his heart stunned.

It was he who put the cart before the horse.

Your Majesty is right.

This so-called crown is called a crown only if your Majesty is willing to put it on his head.

If you don't wear it, it can be regarded as a delicate and expensive work of art.

Troll walked forward, passing over Via, the golden chain of the cloak around his chest shining brightly, the dark boots stepped on the crimson carpet, and the light-colored cloak flew behind him. In front of Via looking down.

Via slightly raised his head and followed respectfully behind his monarch.

The young emperor strode forward, and the fire was reflected on his handsome and indifferent cheek.

There is no crown on his head.

There is no throne on his side.

There is no gold scepter on his hand.

But when he stood there, no one dared to say that he was not the emperor who ruled the entire universe.

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Although the sudden interruption of the ascension ceremony caused an uproar in the beginning, it soon subsided.

For the soldiers who followed Troll, was there a ceremony to wear the so-called crown? He was the only monarch they had identified. For those little nobles or warlords who think this is incredible or unbelievable, although they murmur in their hearts, they dare not speak out, and even limit their governance of the citizens of the star domain to this matter. Unfavorable remarks-You must know that when Her Majesty was still Marshal, the fierce deeds of all the nobles who have destroyed all the great forces in recent years are vividly remembered. These forces are less than one tenth of those who have been annihilated The small and medium nobles did not dare to hum at the time. As soon as the Marshal fleet arrived, they all bowed down to the court.

Everyone assumes that the so-called ascension ceremony has been completed. Five years after the demise of the old empire, a new human empire has been established and a new emperor has been born.

This is faster than many people think.

The speed at which the young emperor unifies the universe has caught many powers who want to slowly plan for it by surprise.

Five years, this time is really too short, and it can be said to be incredible.

The prophets who predicted that the universe would fall into chaos for a long time before they could reunite again were slammed into the face, ashamed. They can only say that it is the current Majesty's ability that is too strong, without losing the reputation as the God of War.

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In the dark starry sky, countless starlights shone through the meteorites, and three milky arc-shaped spacecraft were moving at extremely fast speed.

There was also an urgent atmosphere spreading inside the spacecraft at this moment, and there was a constant sound in the hall.

"Human warships appear at three o'clock ahead!"

"It's on the left too."

"The rear pursuit fleet is approaching—"

"A perimeter circle has been formed!"

The battleships approached, forming a siege, capturing the three white ships in it.

But soon, the three white spaceships glowed blue light around them, and then disappeared in the encirclement of the human battleship.

In another star field not far away, the space was twisted, and with a slight blue light, three huge white spacecraft suddenly appeared in the empty starry sky.

On the round platform in the middle of the spaceship hall on the left, the blue ball of light has returned to peace at this moment after the great light just now, and the dark-haired boy pressing on it suddenly shook and fell on one knee.

"Mute!"

"Mute--"

In the exclamation of everyone who was watching him, Mute, who was on one knee, looked up and waved.

"It's okay ..." He breathed a little fast, and slowly stood up. "It's just that the power is exhausted."

Excessive power consumption caused his body to become very empty, and his vision was still a bit fuzzy. He stabilized his mind and waited until his vision was clearer, and then continued.

"... Leave here at the fastest speed."

Due to lack of strength, the distance of the spacecraft's teleportation is very short. If it does not leave as soon as possible, the human fleet will soon catch up.

"I see, Mute."

A young girl came up and held him up worriedly.

"I don't think you're well, or should I help you go back to rest?"

Just as Mute wanted to refuse, suddenly there was a dizziness in his brain, and his eyes darkened.

He no longer held up and nodded, letting him help him back to the room.

The girl helped him to lie down on the bed, then left, and looked at him anxiously before leaving.

Mute was lying on the bed, with one hand resting on his forehead. His breathing was still a little short, and his body was so weak that he could barely stand up just now. Now he was lying down and his body was soft.

The after-effects of excessive energy consumption began to appear. His head became severely painful. He closed his eyes and tried to ease the pain. It was just that the pain was so bad that he bit his lower lip white.

Suddenly a warm hand covered his forehead, and a little cool power passed over, which eased his head that was about to crack a little.

Mute opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes were the white snow-like hair, and the man's lilac pupil.

"Noah ..."

He shouted softly, because his health was not good, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't waste your power," he said. "It's almost up to you now."

Since that day, human fleets have been tracking behind their ships, pursuing all kinds of obstructions.

Even if they knew that their spacecraft could be teleported, they still chased it up again and again and blocked it up.

Noah withdrew his hand, his condition is much better than Mute, after all, his use of power has been at its peak for hundreds of years. Although Mute said that the strength of the power is closest to him, after all, he began to use power shortly. It is still a bit reluctant for Mute to use and exhaust his power as frequently as it is now.

The white-haired teenager stood by the bed, and his lilac eyes looked down at Mute who was pale and resting his eyes.

"... what is that person thinking?"

He asked a little later.

Obviously knowing that even after catching up, it is not possible to enclose the spacecraft with the ability to teleport, but he still worked hard, persevering, wasting manpower and resources, wasting time and resources, and encircling them again and again.

Noah wondered what the new human emperor was thinking.

As long as Jia's spacecraft can teleport, it is impossible for human warships to block them. This is so clear, why does the human emperor do such useless work? That human being is not at all like a man who can do futile things.

Mute's obsession made him dizzy?

"do not know."

Mute was lying on the bed, eyes closed, the back of his right hand in front of his eyes, covering most of his face.

He answered softly.

"But he must have his purpose ..."

Noah didn't speak any more, but turned her head and looked in one direction. He could feel that human warships were still chasing them at that location.

Somehow, maybe it was a bad hunch that made him frown tightly.

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"Sir, why do we keep repeating such useless things?"

After tracking Ga ’s spacecraft for a whole month, he repeatedly surrounded it, watched Ga escape, then surrounded, and then escaped. Finally, some people on the human battleship raised objections.

Can those teleportable ships not be blocked at all?

The fleet that they had been thrown away again and again seemed to be played by the other party as a fool, but they were really like fools, they went up and played again and again.

Can't fight, can't catch, can't catch.

After coming down so many times, almost everyone took a sigh of relief. If it was not for the idea of ​​absolute obedience by soldiers, or if His Excellency said it was a task assigned by His Majesty, they would almost all want to stop.

The man standing on the podium staring at the star map on the light curtain in front of him smiled, raised his hand and touched the metal mask on his face habitually.

"Do you know how the wolves hunt?"

"what?"

Sima looked at the direction of the galaxy ships on the star map, her lips angle raised.

He said: "... will not pounce directly on the prey, because it will be difficult to catch the prey."

"Continuously running ... divided into different teams, driving prey from the side ... driving from different directions without trace ..."

"Because of being chased, the prey can only keep running away ... There is no time to breathe, until it is exhausted."

"In order to avoid the wolves surrounded from different directions, the prey can only run towards the place where there are no enemies ..."

The man said slowly, the metal mask on his face glowed with a cold luster, like the eyes that he saw through the gap.

"They use it this way ... a little bit of the prey that they knew they were about to run away from was born into a trap of despair ..."

At the other end of the distant starry sky, above the huge blue-black flagship.

The young emperor's sharp eyes also fell on the huge star map unfolding in front of him, slowly glancing across the trajectories of the white ships.

He stared at Ga's ship with no emotion at all in the direction he wanted to go.