Him and their stars.

Chapter 1747: Go to Xiaolong to ask for help
Even with Yu Lian's current abilities, at this critical moment, he couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety. He clearly heard the alarm of the emblem machine, which was the mecha sensing the danger of some violent energy gathering.

After all, the detection system of the Heraldry Machine is just a combination of alchemy and technological products. They cannot capture the boiling sea of ​​blood, but they can feel the increase in temperature.

The next moment, the surging and hot black hole began to move.

It was not until then that Yu Lian felt the shocking impact of the explosion, as if the starry sky was shattered by this brilliant bloom.

The void within a radius of tens of millions of miles was sinking, and the suction force from the abyss silently overflowed from the surging blood tide, like an invisible and yet omnipresent tough net, spreading out and covering the psychic's head.

At this time, even Yu Lian could not help but have a slight illusion. He felt that the entire ship he was on, the Tirrero Brave Advance, was like a small boat that was about to capsize in a storm. And he was just an ant on this small boat.

Perhaps, the shock wave that tore through the starry sky was too exaggerated, completely covering up the restraining force that had extended to his body. When his increasingly dull consciousness regained consciousness, he suddenly discovered that he was already standing on the surface of a lake made of the purest mercury.

I fell on my reflection in the lake, but a red line came out of nowhere and pulled my body. My reflection was like a puppet whose movements were controlled. Its limbs were stiff, heavy, and even twisted at terrifying angles.

Yu Lian felt a slight pain in his joints, but he remained calm. He was sure that if he was not a seven-ring psychic, his body would have been completely broken after this decree.

"This doesn't seem like the way the Star Knights leader would fight at all." Yu Lian said.

"I am a transitional captain, just keeping watch over the real knights." Duke Garybion's laughter was still as gentle as the breeze, never sounding like he was on a battlefield with swords clashing. "I will do my duty."

"So, this is the beginning." Admiral Misalo said, his voice like thunder.

At some point, a double-headed atomic light spear appeared in each of his hands. The four red energy blades swaying with the aura of collapse had merged with the surging blood-red black hole. Faint black threads, representing the threads of death, emerged from the vortex, all pointing to Yu Lian's heart and throat.

Yu Lian slightly moved the light in his hand, and pressed the golden light spear behind him. He still felt sluggish, his joints were aching, and his emotions were as calm as if he had taken a hundred injections of Valium.

At this time, Admiral Misaro began to charge.

The Qiongming Dragon under his crotch twisted its smooth body, its tiny tentacles like mane kept moving, and its six pairs of compound eyes like insects flashed a seductive cold light on its triangular head. Behind the quiet cold light, more aura began to expand, forming the largest
Then, in the starry sky, the violent and dancing lightning spread to the blood, and the breath of death flowed down along the black silk thread.

This imperial general, who was born in an ordinary citizen family, had murderous skills, but his momentum was also magnificent. At this moment, the calm Yu Lian felt the quiet breath of death, but felt that everything was safe.

He had experienced death before.

In the silent starry sky hidden in the New World, the mythical beast that guards the secrets of the starry sky also gave himself a sense of destructive powerlessness and despair.

If I had not truly experienced this feeling, my mind would have been shocked by now.

Therefore, people will always die, but not now. Yu Lian bit the tip of his tongue, letting the blood and qi spread in the end. Then, the blood and qi also returned to his eyes.

Then, his eyes were also filled with blood. From the impact that shook the world, from the blood mist that covered the sky, Yu Lian did see a clear, rippling death line.

He grinned, bursting into laughter, and raised his legs: "I'll show you a move used by children in a fight!"

His movements now were very natural, as if he was completely uncontrolled. He stomped fiercely on the ground, stomping on the "mirror image" of Yu Lian on the mirror, who seemed to be controlled by the red line and turned into a puppet.

It was as if the ground made of mercury had cracked. Just like the frozen ice surface collapsing in a sudden earthquake, the fine cracks continued to bloom, spread and tear. The mirror also collapsed into countless crystals, scattering into the empty deep space.

Yu Lian once again stood on the armor of the Tirero Brave Advance. Under his feet, at least five layers of armor plates made of various alloys had obvious dents. The dents brought out cracks, and there were flames flickering under the cracks.

When he raised his head again, he saw that the Duke, who had failed to control the situation, had already flown to the edge of his sight on a dragon, and in the middle of his sight, Admiral Misaro's attack had already reached his face. Before the light blade fell, the shock wave of the explosion had already begun to squeeze his armor.

Of course, it was also squeezing the armor of the warship below.

This was not just the general's ability, but the power of the Qiongming Dragon. This mythical beast had a triangular head and six pairs of compound eyes, but it did not have a traditional bloody mouth, only a pair of mouthparts. From the appearance alone, it was more like an oversized ray with a midline of 25-6 meters long and thick scales.

Yu Lian himself found it difficult to understand where the "dragon" was.

Regardless, this is still a rare species of "dragon" that possesses spiritual attributes and can physically cross the starry sky. In addition to its high speed that can leave even the empire's fastest purple lightning dragon fighter jets in the dust, its most practical ability is to amplify the power, range, and diffusion area of ​​the master's spiritual techniques - limited to force field and temperature types.

Under its influence, the surging impact force had already affected the armor of the Yongjin. As a result, Yu Lian, who had originally stretched out of the depression, suddenly sank another three points.

However, at this time, Yu Lian's body turned into a shadow again, and he got out of the vortex of the impact force field like a ghost. He faced Admiral Misaro's light blade and floated onto the back of the Qiongming Dragon.

The golden and blood-red blades flew together. Although he was one against four, his speed and skill made up for his lack of numbers. The dazzling light like the morning sun had completely suppressed the twitching blood mist.

The surging blood seemed to be cut, and even the ray-like star dragon groaned in the air under the heavy load - of course, the latter part was actually the imagination of the soldiers on the Courageous Advance. They, the mortals, could only look at this scene that seemed like a battle between gods, and they had no other thoughts except to sigh that they were "watching God".

Indeed, such a high-level high-ring psychic fighting with all their strength is rare even for psychics. Now, of course, they are left with only fear, fascination and fear.

They once again realized that there was such a huge gap between psychics and ordinary people, an insurmountable chasm. This was no longer the gap between the upper and lower levels of the food chain, it was clearly the difference in life levels, the difference between gods and mortals.

However, there was also a sharp-eyed young gunner who said, "I think this General Mi is in trouble! Adding a major general will also be bad."

Then, he was slapped on the back of the head by his superior.

"Is it bad or not? Is this something you can discuss?"

This little episode won't have any impact at the moment. However, there are always some active people who will come to their senses and start to wonder when others are speechless: "Isn't this the great psychic master performing a flying monkey show for us?"

They will certainly shudder at the thought of their own rebellion, but this may also become the seed of some kind of disenchantment. Who knows?
Of course, at this time, there were always more sharp-eyed imperial soldiers who could see that several more astral knights were riding dragons and rushing to the vicinity.

The detection equipment even confirmed the knights' identities based on their emblems. A total of five people arrived, three four-ring saints, one five-ring saint, and one six-ring saint. The six-ring saint was the head of the famous imperial martial arts family, the Marquis Trono family. He was also the martial arts master of the Star Knights and the training director of the Imperial Armored Grenadiers. He could be understood as the chief coach of the 800 million Imperial Guards.

Of course, there are still several "coaches", "coaches" and "chief coaches" in the Imperial Army, but Marquis Trono is indeed the strongest one. If we only talk about psychic martial arts, he can almost be considered one of the strongest people in the Empire and even the entire universe.

These knights were riding on Flame Winged Dragons and Brilliant Crystal Dragons, which were even more gorgeous in appearance than the Sky Abyss Dragons, but they were a little slower and only arrived now.

However, precisely because he had arrived, Duke Garybian seemed to feel that he could stand up again, and he actually drove his mount over again.

Of course, as the commander-in-chief, she just stood on the back of her dragon, with two phantoms like battle flags floating behind her. She looked down at the two people who were fighting, waiting for an opportunity.

She waited for a long time, or maybe she just stayed for a moment. At this time, the fierce battle had disrupted everyone's senses of the normal material world.

However, the patient Grand Commander did wait for the right moment.

Colorless light rose from the flag and passed through her body. Because it was colorless, it had no form, and because it had no form, it was instantaneous. The brilliant light passed through the blood mist and reflected the enemy's figure on the transparent light curtain.

Each of his movements seemed to be clear and slow. As a result, Admiral Misaro, who was already in danger, was able to save the situation.

At this time, Marquis Trono had already left the dragon's back and, like a real fighter, leaped towards the place where the two were fighting.

In his hand, he held an ordinary giant sword that seemed as wide and heavy as a door panel, but his posture was agile and natural. If he was not wrapped in a mecha, he would really look like an ancient person.

"Dragon of Dawn? Take my sword!" He roared, and even the words transmitted through the sea of ​​consciousness were like a raging storm, blowing the spiritual flames of the spiritual world to ripple.

Yu Lian glanced at the new enemy out of the corner of his eye and immediately recognized the person from the ancient sword and the scarlet-painted mecha.

"Who was he? Isn't he Gilly's great-uncle? He was also Brin and Gilly's swordsmanship teacher. In my previous life, I had a lot of fun chatting with the old man who was playing with his (great) grandchildren at home, and even learned a few swordsmanship moves from him, but I don't have the chance to meet him in this life."

Yu Lian actually felt like he was seeing an old man, but it was too late to greet him. Before the old swordsman's sword came over, the sword energy composed of spirituality was like a whistling comet, smashing into his face.

Compared with the Gongsun family's spiritual sword, the Marquis Trono's meteorite sword is more like a comet hitting the earth.

What was truly terrifying was that, despite being such an attack, it didn't seem to be able to affect Admiral Misaro who was right next to him.

"Great!" Yu Lian laughed loudly, but he made no intention of dodging.

At this moment, the knights present couldn't help but think: If it weren't for the fact that the Marquis is old, almost eighty years old; if it weren't for the fact that the persuasiveness of his psychic cultivation is indeed not very high, and the Six Rings has just reached the level of Saint; it is actually him who is truly suitable to be the leader.

The knights who were holding the line looked up at the Duchess who was standing high in the sky flying the kite but refused to go up to the top herself, and they felt a little disappointed. They were all experienced knights who had experienced many battles, and they always felt that the Knights should not be like this.

But what can they do now? They can only hope that Jiafeil will grow up quickly.

...Yes, now all the psychics in the Galactic Empire are looking forward to the day when the "Scarlet Comet" rises to the seventh ring. At some point, they can still look forward to another Shamen, but this genius who has been the focus of everyone's attention since his awakening has gradually fallen behind.

The ordinary soldiers on the Tirero Yongjin didn't know to cheer, they all thought the situation was stable. Of course, there were also doubtful young men who raised questions: "This, I remember that a dragon ship can only carry a platoon of dragons at most, and can also provide maintenance for two squads of knights."

Of course, there will be people who know the business who will tell him: "You also said that this is the worst case scenario. If everyone is really mobilized, the alchemical materials will be burned like batteries!"

"Moreover, in this kind of battlefield, even the knights of the Silver Edge family cannot get involved, but they have to wear golden armor."

"Oh, you understand again?"

"Of course I understand. It's always like this in martial arts dramas. When masters fight, how can ordinary soldiers get involved? In the last part of "Sword God of Stars", when the Sword God and the Dragon Head Demon fought to the final battle, the people watching the battle didn't even dare to go to their planet."

"Isn't that a banned film?"

Of course, the above conversation was soon disrupted by the violent shaking of the entire ship. After all, they were still on the battleship, still enduring the bombardment of the Earthlings' main battleships, and also had to guard against attacks from enemy torpedo ships and fighter planes.

But at this time, the captain received a report saying that a sector of secondary guns on the starboard side of the battleship was destroyed, would it reveal a blind spot in defense?

"Defense blind spots? Where are the blind spots?"

"It's the place where the enemy commander just landed! He has already started fighting with several gentlemen. The aftermath of the extraordinary shock has destroyed our twelve turrets." said the artillery chief.

"There are three more sailor rooms." said the second mate.

"Yes, there is another regiment of stormtroopers. Why the hell are they on standby there? I want to shoot the director of the stormtroopers!" the first mate roared loudly.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It can't be repaired." The damage control team leader said hesitantly.

"Shock?" The captain didn't quite understand.

"Yes... Just now it felt like the enemy commander used his body to block the force of Marquis Trono's sword, and then transferred the force to the warship," the first mate hesitantly said.

"This, this is clearly a battle between gods! Since we are mortals, shouldn't we retreat?" The damage control team leader still looked as if his worldview had been overturned, and his expression was full of a sense of collapse and brokenness.

"Where are you going to hide? This is clearly a god, treating my ship as a battlefield?" The second mate looked like he was about to cry. Of course, if the captain hadn't already made an expression that said he would kill anyone who cried, he might really be about to cry now.

"All units hold on! Uh... imitate the boarding battle mode and close the doors and isolation rooms of each hatch. All units, focus on avoiding the battlefield of the psychics." The captain began to give orders.

Of course, the battlefield of psychics will move very quickly, at least faster than that of mortals, but this is not a problem they can consider.

In addition, there were blind spots in the battleship's outer protective firepower, which was not a problem they could solve.

Then, half a minute later, a Red Ghost fighter jet broke through the defense network from this blind spot, glided thousands of meters at low altitude, and dropped a proton torpedo into the wound of the hull, directly destroying a main gun. The captain could only be thrown to the ground helplessly by the earthquake, and then climbed up and wailed: "Quick, go and ask for help from the Xiaolong."