Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

For the intelligence officers of the mixed-blood scale tribe, they didn't realize how they were discovered.

But they were more willing to believe that it was a technical means.

"It's an evolver!"

"The Fallen Angel Church is indeed worthy of its reputation!"

"Is this the time to sigh about this?"

While he was talking, the armed personnel with guns had already given up the attack.

"The speed is too fast, let's run separately!"

After the armed personnel finished speaking, he was ready to surrender.

Because he knew how terrible this kind of enemy was, he really couldn't escape.

Sure enough, the knight arrived at the target, without any courtesy, and pulled the door out of the wall.

For ordinary people, this scene was too shocking.

For intelligence officers, no matter how much information they had read about evolvers, it was not as shocking as seeing it with their own eyes.

The oppressive feeling of that higher life was almost collapsing.

"Little mice, His Highness is not allowed to be peeped, come with me to apologize!"

Some intelligence officers wanted to make some small moves, but the knight arrived and reacted very quickly, and slapped him with a slap, making the other party's head tilted.

Such a casual brutality, coupled with his completely indifferent expression, is even more frightening.

Others wisely chose to listen to the advice, they didn't want to fall asleep yet.

The knight didn't even take any restrictive measures, just watched them drive the car to the branch of the Fallen Angel Church.

When Fishman saw these people, his heart beat violently.

Just a glance, he knew that these guys were his own people.

He could expect the intelligence department to send people over, but he didn't expect to be caught so easily.

It's just to make trouble for himself.

On the contrary, Klein was very excited. He shouted in a happy and distorted voice: "Your Highness, these are all mixed-blood scales. I said that these guys are plotting against your Highness. They are worthless pagans and should all be dealt with."

The captured intelligence officers all glared at Klein. If they didn't dare to do it, they would have to tear this bastard apart.

Of course, Klein was still targeting Fishman. It was difficult for him to accept a mixed-blood scale stealing the attention of the gods.

Yes, this is racial discrimination.

But freedom, isn't it unreasonable to discriminate against freedom?

Gwen certainly wouldn't connect the two together, but it is also very important to show her skills appropriately.

"I can understand your offense. This is the task assigned to you by your civilization, but... there should be the punishment."

She looked at the knights beside her and said, "Go teach them a lesson."

The combination of kindness and force is the kingly way, and kindness and power are not in conflict.

She understands the helplessness of intelligence officers and can forgive them.

Similarly, it can also bring death to more people and punish them.

Don't say whether it is reasonable or not. The strong do not become strong to make you convinced. He only needs you to surrender.

Before others understood what it meant, the knight had already taken the order and left.

Gwen waved her hand a little unhappily: "Let's stop here today!"

Fishman regretfully resigned and took the captured intelligence officers with him.

The latter still felt incredible. Was he let go so easily?

Then why did they resist before?

Thinking of their colleagues who were slapped to death, they felt wronged.

Fishman glanced at them and could feel their joy.

But he was not so optimistic. The past few days of getting along made him understand one thing: Her Highness Gwen was sometimes easy to talk to, but she was absolutely firm in her words.

She said there would be punishment, and it would definitely happen.

But in what form, Fishman was a little confused.

As the commander of the fleet, he guaranteed that there were no other armed fleets in the entire planetary system.

He was confused and said to the happy intelligence personnel: "Don't be happy too early, wait for being demoted and punished when you go back!"

The intelligence personnel could not understand Fishman's words.

...

In space, warships were quietly nestled in place.

There was no resistance in the entire planetary system, which made them all idle.

Except for the ships on alert, the others were lying in place.

In addition, there have been many aliens in the fleet recently, which has slightly affected morale.

Suddenly, the radar alarm of the fleet command center sounded.

As a high-level early warning radar, even a very small individual will be captured and reported as long as the speed is fast enough.

After checking layer by layer, the target was soon found.

"What is this?"

The picture transferred to the command center made everyone dumbfounded.

They had come into contact with warships of multiple civilizations, but they really didn't know about mechas.

However, the knight showed his attack power with actual actions.

He was seen holding a primitive greatsword and splitting a warship with one sword.

The huge black light column cut the huge warship like cutting tofu, and the visual impact was fully pulled.

And this was not the end, he continued to chop.

When the fleet's defensive firepower began to attack, the knight did not move and absorbed all the damage.

It can only be said that the mixed-blood scale tribe is still inexperienced. At this close distance, the energy intensity of the defensive weapons is seriously insufficient.

If it were in the Blue Star Federation, the warship would not be so close to the planet.

The mecha that could rush out at any time would make them know what regret is.

It's a pity that the two civilizations are too far apart, and few news can be transmitted here.

When the knight put away his sword and left calmly, the mixed-blood scale tribe paid the tuition with blood.

Before Fishman returned to the battleship, he learned the unfortunate news.

The boomerang finally fell on him. He thought about what the so-called punishment was, but he had never thought of this possibility.

"The damn intelligence department caused trouble, why should I take the blame?" Fishman was furious.

But if you think about it carefully, it's normal. They are all from the same civilization. Don't they punish the closest ones?

I can only say, who made you unlucky?

Fishman turned around decisively. He felt very safe in the battleship, but now it seems that it's better to stay on the ground.

First find a place to live near the church branch, and then slowly argue with the rear.

When the intelligence department received Fishman's complaint, it couldn't say a word.

The fact is that the trouble they caused involved the front-line troops and even caused great losses.

No matter how they threw it, they couldn't get rid of this blame.

The only thing that can comfort themselves is that at least they exchanged important information for sacrifice.

No one knows whether there are gods or not, but it is obvious that the guy who made the move is not human.

What is more terrifying is that according to the intelligence, such a non-human being is not of high status and is just a guard.

Soon, a special investigation team was established on Gwen, and various information was transferred to the highest level.

The Council of the Mixed Scale Clan quickly authorized Fishman to make further contacts.

Facing the unknown mysterious power, they are not conservative.

The only one who is unhappy is probably Fishman.