Him and their stars

At the same moment, somewhere in the upper space of the ancient ship, Earl Black Moon, who was running all the way, re-passed through the aquarium just now, bypassed the biological laboratory and active warehouse in the ship, and passed through the aft cabin living area that he had never been to before. , taking a long and winding road.

If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid it would have been completely fooled by this time. However, Earl Black Moon is an experienced gentleman after all, and memorizing the route on site is already a basic operation engraved in his DNA. The internal structure of the ancient ship had already formed a clear three-dimensional spatial structure in his mind.

He knew that he should be in the uppermost structure of this ancient ship now, which carried the main transportation functions and life and leisure functions of this ancient ship. The passage he is currently in is quite spacious, enough to serve as the main thoroughfare in the most prosperous and densely populated space city in the Sky Territory. The passage leads all the way to the topmost bridge, and the other end is divided into branch roads. One side connects the working area and engine room on the lower level of the ship, and the other side connects to the outermost corridor and dome ecological garden of the ship like a spider web.

He was running like this on this wide main road, and from time to time he would make very neat and graceful dodging movements to avoid the energy cannons fired by the bionic people behind him.

Of course, with the combat prowess of this psychic thief who had been famous for hundreds of years, there was no endgame. She was like a tough and agile willow leaf, dancing in the strong wind. She seemed to be surrounded by dangers, but in fact, no matter how violent the strong wind was, it was impossible to do anything to him.

However, he was still unable to get rid of the androids behind him who were dancing with blades and emitting energy waves of various attributes.

After all, they are a group of androids who can COS the Eighteen Bronze Men, and they are also the androids worn by the ancient enlightened beings. They are very fast, and of course they are very familiar with the environment of the ship. They will even take shortcuts by using strange methods such as turning through walls, and they have caught Earl Black Moon off guard several times.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the count suddenly discovered that the balanced field covering almost the entire ship had failed, and he could freely use psychic techniques again.

This couldn't be better news. This means that Yu Lian and the "Grey Fairy" side have made good progress. Now, all he needs to do is hold back these androids and wait for victory to come.

...Of course, lying down and winning is not in line with his style of a black hero. If possible, she certainly hopes to give Yu Lian or Master Lan outside the ship another trick.

Just when Earl Black Moon thought he might have to hide with these ancient dolls for an hour or two, he suddenly heard footsteps appearing on the opposite side.

This is not the infinitely close to silent footsteps of the bionic man, but it is clearly the sound of the anti-gravity impact pad of the humanoid mecha. Although it is generally gentle, it is somewhat cumbersome and unnatural.

Is there an unexpected surprise?

Earl Black Moon did not hesitate at all and accelerated his pace in that direction. In less than half a minute, she saw more than twenty three-meter-tall armored giants Hua Mei hiding themselves at the fork in the aisle. .

The shapes of those armors are majestic and the lines are elegant. They are more like works of art than weapons. The wide area flowing on the surface of the armor is not just the reflection of light, but is clearly the mysterious spiritual halo.

It was a crimson-type heraldic machine equipped by the empire to the first-line astral knights. Earl Black Moon had to admit that he was very familiar with this mecha for knights, and he felt very familiar with it.

Probably because there were many targets in front of them that were difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, the pursuing android stopped immediately, stood on the spot and began to observe secretly. Earl Black Moon also stopped. While resting, he shouted to the knights: "Help!"

Of course, he used the ordinary voice of a middle-aged man who has gone through vicissitudes of life, which is the type that will be forgotten if you listen to it without recording.

The astral knights looked at each other, a little confused about the situation. Then, several people subconsciously turned their heads and looked at a knight standing in the second to last row of the crowd.

This should be the leader, right? Earl Black Moon thought. He felt that this person's strength should have just broken through the third ring, and he was not too old. The Astral Knight is not good at, or does not bother to hide his own strength, nor does he have the need to practice in this area, so this should be this person's true strength.

He is mediocre in strength and young, but he can serve as the talker among a group of astral knights. Excluding the reasons of seniority and family, there is only one truth.

"Colonel Yeager Soback, at least in this environment, we should be allies. Duke Sadolan and Zhenren Lan have put aside all disputes and worked together to defend against the enemy. I think you should also make the same choice. "Earl Black Moon said.

"Excuse me, are you..." Soback looked at the other person up and down. He has a medium build, medium height, a mediocre power suit, and wears a mask with no sense of design to cover his head and face, and his sense of existence is infinitely close to zero.

He doubted that if he hadn't spoken first, he might have ignored the other person.

Yeager Soback really didn't recognize this featureless masked man. More importantly, the heraldry machine AI had already connected to the military database on the ship, but it couldn't tell him the answer.

This is a bit scary to think about.

Before Sobek could get frightened, the masked man replied: "I am Black Moon."

There seemed to be a slight commotion among the knights, but because they were all in full armor, they didn't hear the sound of anyone sucking in air conditioning.

They were still silent and did not make a decision immediately. However, I, the leader, waved his hand and heard a smooth friction sound. Three machines that were more than two meters high and moved on three-dimensional rollers rolled out from behind the crowd.

These robots opened the armor plates on both sides, and immediately revealed two blaster machine guns and four hive missile bays. The magazine opened to reveal a pointed warhead, painted blue, with the logo of ionic salt clearly stamped on it.

This is the DX-883 Destroyer armed machine platform, an automatic robot specially designed to provide fire support to the Astral Knights. The energy core inside it is very close to that of the heraldry machine. It relies on alchemy rather than scientific production, so it can maintain the supply of energy weapons with its current small body.

The three robots aimed their blaster machine guns at the aisle ahead, without any special aim, blocking every inch of space. At the same time, the 192 ion salt hive missiles they carried had also locked onto Earl Black Moon and the androids behind them who did not look like friendly units.

"Duke Sadolan and Mr. Lan Jiufeng are in a bitter battle. We need to control this ancient ship as soon as possible. No one knows where the central room of this ship is better than me." Earl Black Moon stretched out two fingers and pulled.

"Knight, you don't want the news to spread that your grand leader is being forced to fight by robots, right?"

The leading knight, who should be Colonel Yeager Soback, hesitated for another second, and then made a fist pump.

The three robots blasted out more than fifty pencil-sized hive missiles in an instant. However, these small but powerful missiles all passed over the shoulders of Earl Black Moon, and all of them hit the four androids that were flying towards them.

At the same moment, on the space battlefield outside the ship...

"Hey, old guy, we seem to be cornered by a group of robots!" Lan Jiufeng used his energy to send a message to Duke Sadolan on the opposite side.

At this time, Lan Jiufeng was still riding this "flying sword" like a large skateboard, exposing his body to space radiation and vacuum environment. But not only was he not affected, he lowered his body on the flying sword and controlled the flying sword with his waist, legs and hips, as if he was surfing in a hail of bullets.

This scene is indeed very pretentious, but it is also very hateful. At this time, dozens of triangular ancient robots have regarded him as the most threatening target and are pursuing him. Lan Jiufeng shuttled through the dense energy barrage, which was indeed a bit dangerous.

In comparison, there were only seven or eight robots besieging the golden armored colossus, which was already very polite.

So, while Duke Sadolan was fighting with the robot, he still had room to laugh: "Old guy, it's your desperate situation, not mine! If you just go like this, I will send you the best wreath, By the way, I will also host your funeral."

"Isn't this old boy of yours just good at talking?" Lan Jiufeng laughed loudly: "I'm naturally in a bad situation, but what about your subordinates? Little Sazi, you don't want to trust your subordinates either. Did your subordinates die in vain?"

At this time, except for the troops that were besieging the two bosses, the rest of the drones had already left the battlefield and were ready to attack the weak, innocent and pitiful Imperial fleet over there.

Duke Sartolan snorted coldly.

Of course, he had discovered this scene a long time ago and could not let it go. The reason why he said that just now was naturally to get some verbal advantage.

As a result, the Grand Commander, who was standing on the bridge of the Chunyu, also took a step forward, and his body turned into a disembodied ghost, easily passing through the constraints of the bridge and melting into the package. In the shadow of the god on the battleship.

In an instant, the shadow of the god-man expanded again, completely condensing from spiritual energy into a tangible entity. This huge golden body took a step that revealed its dominance, got rid of the shackles of the battleship, and stepped into the void.

He was still growing, and soon turned into a majestic giant statue ten thousand feet tall.

From a distance, He looked like the god who created this universe, vigorously dancing his arms holding swords and spears. Every time he waved the divine weapon in his hand, it seemed like a helium flash.

Enshrouded in the bright light that looked like the fission of stars, the triangular ancient battle robots that were preparing to attack the distant battleships were swallowed up on the spot without even a chance to dodge.

The sudden strong light even affected nearby warships. The officers and soldiers on the ship clearly heard the intensive and continuous sirens on the ship. This was because the ship's shield was under tremendous pressure. Not only that, the bright light even shone on the bridge, making the officers and soldiers almost unable to open their eyes, and more or less causing interference to the information terminal and control center.

The officers and soldiers of the empire and the community felt that if the light-shielding armor and energy reactive shield of the bridge had not been disabled, both the crew and the warship would have been deprived of vision by the strong light.

At that moment, they all forgot that they were just doing "archaeology" and that they were at the scene of the Grand Fleet's decisive battle, and that was nothing more.

Of course, this colossus, the incarnation of the god, had indeed lured away all the ancient robots. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the warships quickly rolled and crawled to a safe distance.

By this time, the officers and soldiers on both sides knew that the battle that followed was no longer something that "mortals" like them could intervene in.

Unless they're flying a Titan.

It was only then that the officers and soldiers of the Spring Rain discovered that Duke Sartolan, who had been on the bridge, had disappeared.

"This is normal operation. That godly man is the Duke's true self." The captain was very calm. After all, he has been assisting the Knights all his life. He has seen so many magic stick operations that appear in front of various people, and he has long been used to it.

However, for ordinary people, the scene that followed was too shocking. Looking through the porthole, the golden-armored god standing in the void, like sunlight gathered together, was surrounded by stars in the sky. Against the background of His figure, the green and blue planets not far away, and even the sun of this galaxy, are nothing more than decorations in the courtyard of God created by Him.

Even the most staunch materialist can hardly suppress the shock and awe in his heart when he sees this scene. Many officers and soldiers on the imperial battleship were already worshiping with tears in their eyes, acting like all religious fanatics. As for the Scarlet Throne, even among the best crew members in the community, most of them inevitably have weak knees and trembling bodies.

Even Lieutenant Colonel Kong Qingyu, an old captain who had seen strong winds and waves, was shocked speechless for a moment. He was indeed well-informed, but this was also the first time he witnessed the Eighth Ring "demigod" taking full action.

Are we really the same kind as this kind of existence? He couldn't help but think.

At this time, a shout was heard from the bridge: "No kneeling!"

Everyone looked for their voice, but saw that the gunnery commander, Major Ina Sirica, had stood up from his seat. "The emperor of the empire is not our emperor! We no longer have an emperor! No kneeling!"

The crew members looked at each other. Although many people did not understand what this shocking scene had to do with the emperor, they still felt that these words were very encouraging, and they subconsciously stood upright.

"That thing, to put it bluntly, is an eighth-level psychic technique called the 'God of War Dharma'. It's not a real god, so it's no big deal."

Kong Qingyu thought to himself that this was the first time I heard that Eight Rings' tricks were "no big deal."

"It's not like no one has used it before. You haven't seen it for real. Haven't you seen the video?" Ina asked again.

Well, the truth is still the same. But all giant objects, whether they are artificial, natural or mystical, as long as they are huge to a certain extent, they will definitely have a condescending and divine sense of oppression. Only by observing them with your own naked eyes can you understand them better. clear.

"If you have time to idle here, you might as well think about what we can do! You are all the best naval officers, driving the best warships in the community. Are you just going to stand aside at the critical moment of this battle? Do you want to shout for help? Master Lan, the Count, and your captain are all waiting for your support!"

To be fair, Ina's eloquence is average, and she herself is not very good at being a political cadre. However, after all, the crew members on the Throne are all elites selected from the Thirteenth Fleet, and they are all somewhat bloody. As long as they are stimulated appropriately, their morale will naturally improve.

As a result, the crew members returned to their posts one by one with high spirits.