Him and their stars

The battle of divine delicacies has officially entered the final stage. As a result, the Diamond Dragon Turtle, which was bombarded by dense beams of light in turn, was entangled in the continuously exploding blazing white and blue energy, but could not see the figure of the giant beast that covered the sky and the sun at all.

And this scene naturally reached the eyes of all the viewers across the galaxy, as well as the big guys of the organizing committee.

There is no way, no matter how much the big guys in the organizing committee want to minimize the exposure of Yu Lian and his friends, they can't cut out the boss battle scene. Now, members of the organizing committee are sitting on a floating city equipped with an anti-gravity system in the thermostatic layer of Gumeia. They watch the boss battle on the big screen with constipated expressions, and then use more The constipated expression looked towards a transparent safe placed in the center of the platform.

In the safe, there is a trophy decorated with various gems, which is awarded to the winning team. A golden sword-shaped badge inlaid with a ruby ​​the size of a thumbnail is awarded to the MVP.

It is said that His Majesty the Emperor has left Longlin Palace at this time and is preparing to visit the God of War Festival. Needless to say, it was naturally to present awards to the champions and MVPs, and also to grant the emperor's mighty wishes.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that no matter how long that big turtle can hold on, the War God Festival is about to end. The championship and mvp are the things in the bag of that hateful earth rebel.

...Although the dust is almost settling, can't we do something? There were still some people who couldn't accept this fact, so they couldn't help but look at the chairman of the organizing committee, Duke Arona, who was sitting on the main seat, with eyes full of expectation and begging.

The corners of Duke Arona's mouth closed slightly, he gave a fake cough, took a sip of water, and then said seriously: "Let the staff on standby be ready..."

He looked at the time: "Enter the venue in an hour and try to recover all the traces left by the contestants. The Fantasy Beast Paradise in Gumeia is directly controlled by the Generalissimo's Mansion and the Planetary Ground Affairs Department. I don't want to hear it. They babble.”

"Your Excellency, we..." A tough-looking bureaucrat who looked like he was born as a soldier finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Is this the end? Now, Viscount Shameen and his men are only more than 100 kilometers away from the gods. Standby, we, we..."

He probably couldn't even convince himself, so his voice naturally became softer and softer.

Duke Arona ignored the other party and operated the terminal to pull out a small screen. In the center of the screen was Agnes, who was concentrating on taking aim at the artillery position, and... Cable, who only occupied one corner of the screen. Colonel Back.

"Who is that person?" Duke Arona asked.

Those present were all elite bureaucrats, and of course no one would think that he was asking about Agnes. You know, before the God of War Festival started, Duke Arona regarded the two ancient Meiya girls and the team they led as one of the hidden dangers of the event, and asked the referee team to pay special attention to it. How could it be possible that after only a few planets, we don’t recognize each other?

"It's Colonel Soback of the Stormtroopers, Baron with the Sword." Someone answered quickly.

"Sobek, it's been such a long time..." A trace of hesitation seemed to flash across the Duke's face, but then he smiled bitterly and said: "Forget it, it was a thousand years ago... Connect me to the Heraldry Institute and the Truth department."

The bureaucrats looked at each other, and the smarter ones seemed to have understood what the Duke meant.

The Empire and the Astral Knights were completely disgraced during this War God Festival. Viscount Shameen, who had high hopes from the imperial audience, could only shamefully escape until the end. That glorious victory with less against more seemed like a way to vent their anger, and naturally it could not restore their prestige. But at this time, a glorious imperial noble, an active soldier of the empire, and a quasi-knight who was about to join the army, became a member of this boss battle. Naturally, there was some room for maneuver.

No matter what, the Empire still needs heroes. If Viscount Shamaine can't do it alone, then add Colonel Soback.

So, someone suggested: "Your Excellency, it is best to inform the Prime Minister's Office."

Duke Arona glanced at the speaker with a gloomy expression on his face, but the latter continued without changing his expression: "Now is a troubled time. Reporters are focusing on that matter. Just relying on mandatory administrative orders cannot help. To divert their attention, the Prime Minister's Office needs to find a way through other channels. After all, Count Valpolis is the Prime Minister of the Empire."

No matter what kind of discord there is between the Prime Minister's Office, which represents the bureaucracy and centralized power, and the Heraldry House, which represents the interests of the great nobility and princes, they should have the same aspirations at least for the purpose of maintaining the prestige of the empire. However, if we want to do a good job in publicity, we cannot rely solely on some upper-class newspapers and periodicals under the Council of Heralds, let alone the cultural police of the Ministry of Truth. We need the full cooperation of the media resources controlled by the Prime Minister's Office.

"When necessary, His Majesty the Emperor's approval may also be needed." The bureaucrat added.

Duke Arona gave a noncommittal hum, neither agreeing nor objecting. But he also knew in his heart that without the cooperation of the Prime Minister's Office, it would be difficult to fully mobilize the empire's propaganda power. What's more, because the big news that happened in District D48 of the Imperial City three days ago was definitely a mouth-watering feast for the media industry! They are obviously ready to feast. At this time, they want to divert media resources to engage in political propaganda.

…Really, wasn’t the Press Control Law of that year pretty good? If they don't withdraw, I can slap their butts with a whip! Why did Your Majesty withdraw such a useful decree?

Duke Arona was about to complain in his heart, but then he realized that this seemed to be disrespectful to His Majesty the Emperor. He shuddered subconsciously and quickly put his hand on his heart and beat it silently.

Your majesty is wise and wise! If there is something about him that I cannot understand, it must be due to my stupidity.

Just when the big bosses in the Privy Council were about to pinch their noses and wonder how to cooperate with the Prime Minister's Office to mobilize the increasingly disrespectful media power in the empire, the big bosses in the media industry in the imperial capital were indeed preparing for a gluttonous event in the press. Eager to try the meal.

Just three days ago, the battle in the Imperial Capital Sky Territory, numbered D482, caused this medium-sized space building to fall into a state of semi-destruction.

It is this state of semi-destruction but not destruction that is the most troublesome.

Among all the space cities in Tianyu, there is no official administrative division name, but only a number, which means that it is a tool building without residential areas. This is indeed the case. This space station named D482 is an automated factory used to produce various types of energy modules.

The scale of this automatic factory is not large, and the civilian energy modules produced nearby can meet one-third of the living needs of the people of the imperial capital. In addition, it is also providing various types of field energy packages to the nearly 200,000 imperial stormtroopers stationed in the two groups in Tianyu.

All its production lines are fully automated and require almost no manual operation.

However, we also know that in this universe, complete mechanical operation and full automation are not allowed. What's more, after all, this place also undertakes a considerable part of the arsenal function. As a result, 40 to 100 technicians and a squad of guard soldiers are stationed in this small space factory all year round.

Whether they are mechanics or soldiers, they just clock in and clock out step by step, living a boring but stable life, but they never expected that they would be at the center of a news event.

When the change occurred, the security squad leader and engineer were on the dock of the factory, reluctantly dealing with a group of reporters from major media. These well-dressed gentlemen and ladies are all from the famous big media, and the various shooting equipment they bring are all advanced and expensive high-end goods. Their aura alone can attract the factory personnel who usually don't see big shots. They suppressed it.

"We really don't have any news here. But this is an arsenal after all. You can't go in!" the guard squad leader explained to the other party with great effort.

"Isn't it just for the production of batteries? Can this be considered an arsenal? I'm a reporter from Royal Sky TV, and I have a pass!" The reporter in charge looked like he didn't want to waste time with you common people, and insisted on entering the factory. squeeze.

Many technicians and soldiers knew this reporter who called himself "Dawn Wall", and even watched his show, knowing that he was a famous celebrity. The factory guard soldiers can only be regarded as third-line troops at best and have no experience in dealing with such situations. They didn't dare to shoot, let alone let the security robot shoot. They didn't even make any rough movements, so they could only use their bodies to cover the passage as much as possible.

But this line of defense is really crumbling under the pressure of more and more reporters.

At this stalemate, the famous reporter and program host named Wall suddenly took out an instrument, looked at the beating pointer on it, a feverish flush flashed across his face, and loudly said: "Ah! It's begun! This It’s just begun!”

As if they had been shot, the reporters easily rushed past the mechanics and soldiers and rushed into the factory from the pier at the dock. Mr. Wall took the lead, running faster than the class's automatic fire support platform, and disappeared at the blink of an eye.

Just when the guards were still thinking about how to write a report to the superiors to shirk the blame, the change really happened. They seemed to feel vibrations on the ground of the space station and heard explosions.

They hurriedly ran in that direction, and soon came to the wide passage between workshops for large transport machines to enter and exit. At this time, reporters, big and small, had set up various guns and cannons around, and the shooting drones were buzzing like flies. That Mr. Wall has even begun to follow the camera and explain sanctimoniously.

In the center of the passage, the mechanics and soldiers saw a strange and terrifying sight that was unimaginable at this time.

Two young and beautiful girls, waving spears made of light, were fighting something. It is said that it is a spear made of light, but the dark red halo is not bright at all, and it is made of bloody evil energy.

The ordinary people present quickly realized that it should be the famous atomic light spear. Although it was their first time to see an entity, as a citizen of the empire, how could they not recognize the symbol of the knights of their country?

Astral Knight!

Wait, why would the Astral Knight come to our small factory to fight an unknown monster?

But no matter what, looking at the two ladies holding the Astral Knights, the technicians and soldiers finally felt a little calmer.

...Well, although the reputation of the Knights has indeed been tarnished due to the God of War Festival and the evil deeds of the two younger generation "Four Heavenly Kings" of the Star Knights, the character accumulated over thousands of years is still not that great. Easily ruined.

At least, everyone present will subconsciously hope that the two astral knight ladies will win.

What's more, what they are fighting is really weird.

It was something that was almost impossible to see directly with the naked eye, like a monster that was formed in the past by weird shadows, blurry air currents, and invisible black fire distortions. It was fluttering and beating inexplicably. It should be a dark shadow that no one could see clearly, but it still shone brightly like a light, illuminating the surrounding passages.

Darkness and transparency, concepts that should have been incompatible, merged together strangely. Immediately afterwards, Chi Guoguo's murderous intention was like lava hidden in the earth's veins, waking up and burning violently.

The workers and soldiers only felt that the surrounding environment was becoming more and more strange. They were under the influence of shadows, but they still felt unbearably hot.

The guard squad leader suddenly saw a thick and powerful tentacle protruding from the shadows. The sharp teeth covered with white dense hair flashed and quickly bit the back of a female knight.

The soldier screamed and wanted to remind the other party, but before that, the female knight didn't even turn her head. She just probed the light spear and placed it on the tentacle.

"Touch!" The blood-red light blade collided with the tentacles made of dark shadows, emitting a dazzling light and an ear-painful sound. The tentacles immediately disappeared into nothing.

There was also a scream from the strange monster, and it seemed to be shrinking a bit. Immediately afterwards, the oppressive and breathless heat around him seemed to dim a lot.

At that moment, everyone present felt that those two blood-red halos that were too evil indeed gave people a sense of security.

The reporters started cheering and expressed their gratitude to the eighteen generations of ancestors of the unknown informant. They are indeed in extreme danger now, but they have also encountered big news, not even as big news as the ongoing God of War Festival.

At this moment, people in these media outlets felt like war reporters who went deep into the dangerous front line, and their hearts were filled with a martyr-like sense of mission.