Virus Throne

"The silent singer..." Kuklulo's tone seemed to be a little sighing, a little sad.

He had also dealt with this powerful group of thieves who dominated the entire Void Mountain Empire. It was a deeply depressing experience that made people feel hopeless.

Moreover, the behavior of this thieves group is extremely ruthless.

Once they take action, they will definitely be killed.

The Disillusionment Brigade was established not long ago, and its scope of activities is limited to a few surrounding galaxies.

With the semi-tacit consent of the major galaxies, the Silent Singer has never found an opportunity to attack them, mainly because there is not much conflict of interest.

Now that the Disillusionment Brigade has been blocked in the fortress star RX1976, how can it end well?

"If we withdraw now, will the Silent Singer also withdraw?" Kukluoluo showed a self-deprecating smile, "We are thieves, fighting for survival. We kill people, and even eat dead people. But killing the tearful jade star like this We can't do it. If the King of Four Seasons traps the brigade, we will teach him a profound lesson."

Daji's cold voice came, "We don't want to prove anything, and we don't know anything. But we won't bear the blame!"

Gang Jin's momentum rose crazily, and his fighting spirit was high, "Captain, give the order. Just one death!"

The knight smiled and said gracefully and calmly: "We should have died long ago, but it was you, the captain, who saved us. Our lives are all yours!"

Genos looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Jie, Jie, Jie... I have killed countless dog officials and countless slave owners, and I have already had enough. Let me see the power of the singer!"

"Okay!" Kukluoluo smiled, very happily, as warm as the sun, "It's better to be alive than dead. But some things must have an explanation. The Four Seasons King wants to give us an explanation, three The Kingdom of Body and Star must give us an explanation, and this world must give us an explanation!”

Although Kukluoluo was smiling, there was a trace of pain and calmness in his eyes.

More than ten kilometers away, his comrades may have been locked in a deadly battle.

The Silent Singer's great reputation is not something he blows, but is typed.

But some things and some persistence are the value and meaning of the existence of the Disillusionment Brigade.

If they recede this time, they will recede forever.

For endless years to come, they will continue to retreat in the face of power and violence.

Until, the Disillusionment Brigade is no longer the Disillusionment Brigade.

If a person doesn’t even dare to do it for himself, what else can he do?

If you want to change the world, you must make sacrifices and give up.

Although the methods they adopted were extreme, their fists and minions were their only remaining weapons.

They were born in violence and grew up in violence.

If you cannot rise in violence, you will be destroyed in violence.

Once upon a time, he was a child with a group of even younger children.

Sitting in the pile of dead people left behind by the fighting, looking at the battlefield in the distance where the sound of killing was loud.

Use the knife in his hand to fight for food from those cannibal mutant beasts.

Many people only know that they are a band of thieves who burn, kill, loot and commit all kinds of evil.

But no one cares about why they became a band of thieves.

Kukluoluo raised his head with firm eyes, "Let's go!"

The majestic momentum soared into the sky, generous and heroic like a warrior about to embark on a journey.

"Swish, swish, swish..." Five figures rushed into the entrance of the bunker.

At the same time, somewhere on the outer battlefield.

There were more than a dozen Yin Ghost warriors, mixed with hundreds of mercenaries, and the casualties here were not heavy.

Feiyang has never been known for his combat prowess, but no matter how good his body skills and awakening skills are, he has never been able to break through this line of defense.

A fair and delicate hand was squeezing his neck.

That hand burned with holy light, like a light that drove away all darkness, perfectly restraining his dark sensory elements.

The hand belonged to a young man, or at least it looked like a young man.

A young man with fair skin wearing a light gray robe, with a huge hood covering half of his face.

The pointed chin, the high bridge of the nose, the cruel and teasing eyes in the holy light.

The feeble flying bird did not look at the young man. He held his head high and looked into the distance.

That was the direction of Ninth World Town, where his regiment leader and comrades were.

They made an appointment to meet there, but he might never be able to keep the appointment.

The huge and ferocious one eye always makes people feel scared.

But that one eye was showing endless joy at this moment.

The group leader has already entered the bunker. As long as he breaks open the warehouse, he can get the Soul Stone.

When making this plan, the leader once said that after getting the Soul Stone, find the survivors of the Laiyu Human Race and return it to them.

If you can't find any survivors, find a hidden life planet and use the Soul Stone to recreate the Tear Jade human race.

There are thirteen people in the Disillusionment Brigade, from thirteen different races.

They have been robbing like crazy, hoping to save more people who are as unfortunate as themselves.

But the universe is too big, and pain is the main theme.

They can help one person, but they cannot help 100 million people.

Today, when they want to help a race, they seem to be overestimating their capabilities.

However, the Disillusionment Brigade came anyway.

Do it knowing you can't do it.

Someone has to stand up and say no!

Although they have been misunderstood, they have been wanted.

But the Disillusionment Brigade doesn't care. Doing what you think is right is the only way to survive.

As if feeling Fei Ya's joy, the young man in light gray robe was completely angered.

The white palm burned with holy light, and the light turned into a blazing pale flame.

"Bang!" Fei Ya's head burned violently in the pale flame.

It was as if light was driving away darkness, and as if the sun was melting snow.

Fei Ya was gradually burned to ashes in the holy flame.

But he always raised his head and looked in the direction of the leader.

From beginning to end, he did not make any sound.

Maybe the holy flame burned his vocal cords at the first time, or maybe he finally found his home.

Since the beginning of the war, the Illusion Brigade has finally begun to suffer losses.

Fei Ya became the first member to die in the battle, and the murderer came from the silent singer.

In the Star Pirates chat group, Fei Ya's name gradually turned gray.

In another part of the outer battlefield, more than a dozen ghost warriors led hundreds of mercenaries to defend here.

There were five members of the brigade along the way of Purple Hair Macchiato, but their combat power was not very strong.

Macchiato is good at strategizing, Xiaodi has not grown up yet, Xiao Lu has to protect Franklin, Kuangquan always charges ahead and suffers the most damage, Franklin is just a failed cyborg.

That year, Xiao Lu picked up a broken doll.

It was Franklin who was on the verge of breaking, lost his combat ability, and was abandoned on the battlefield by the Broken Dream Corps.

What a big broken doll, but Xiao Lu just liked it.

It was all the joy of her childhood and her only playmate.

Kukololo found a lot of broken parts and barely pieced him together.

It was patched up and ugly.

Kukololo's craftsmanship was still the object of ridicule until many years later.

But Xiao Lu fought tirelessly for many years to protect her broken doll.

Franklin also tried his best to keep up with the pace of the brigade, but his foundation was too poor.

Originally the lowest-level cyborg slave warrior, no matter how hard he tried, the upper limit was there.

Later they formed the Disillusionment Brigade, when they were able to change some things.

Both Xiao Lu and Franklin insisted on keeping his patched and tattered appearance.

That was Franklin's original appearance, and also Xiao Lu's entire childhood.

Facing the endless trump cards of King Shan Dong, the grassroots Illusion Brigade is still struggling desperately.

The battlefield they chose is the underground world auction on the Fortress Star, because they dare not go to the main star.

Although they are fighting, they still have self-knowledge.

Here, they may still have a glimmer of hope.

But on the Three-Body Star, they may be crushed to pieces at any time.

Their purpose is not to really take away the auction items, but to destroy King Shan Dong's plan.

If King Shan Dong cannot make up for his deficit, will the purpose of the Illusion Brigade be achieved?

No!

At that time, it was just the beginning.

Robbery of the auction was just the first link of the plan.

The Illusion Brigade has not really started to exert its strength, and it encountered the silent praiser here.

Franklin knew that Xiao Lu liked to listen to people singing, so when he was still a broken doll, he always held Xiao Lu in his arms, sang the folk songs of his hometown softly, and coaxed her to sleep.

The Zhenhun Street was full of gunfire and corpses, filled with smoke and stench, and mutant beasts that chose people to eat could be seen everywhere.

Sitting in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, Xiao Lu could always fall asleep in his singing, sleeping so sweetly.

At this moment, Lu was still in his arms, still the petite and fragile Xiao Lu, but he could no longer listen to those folk songs.

Little Xiao Lu seemed to have grown up only a little bit in all these years.

Like a broken rag doll, she just lay in his arms.

Her face was pale and bloodless, and her blood had long been drained from countless wounds on her body.

Franklin was just a broken modified person, and his tear glands were even damaged.

So he couldn't even cry, because he had no tears, he just stared blankly at Xiao Lu who was gradually getting cold in his arms.

He raised his rough big hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Xiao Lu's lips.

She was still very beautiful, just like her young body back then, trying her best to drag him out of the battlefield.

A huge star formed a dazzling halo behind her.

The dying Franklin raised his head with difficulty and saw the little Xiao Lu.

Her little face was mixed with sweat, tears, and blood, but she was the most beautiful little angel he had ever seen.

Franklin sat cross-legged on the ground, with Lu's broken little body in his arms.

Half of his body had been broken, and only one arm was left.

No matter how good Kukololo's craftsmanship was, he probably couldn't repair him.

Having lost Lu, a member who liked broken dolls like him, there was no need for him to continue to sew and mend.

Raising his head, Franklin looked at the battlefield in a daze.

Macchiato was still fighting, seriously injured and dying.

Xiao Di was also fighting, barely surviving.

Kuang Quan just stood there, looking into the distance, at the Ninth World Town more than ten kilometers away, where their leader and hope were.

Although he still had breath, he was only a hair's breadth away from losing it.

He was just an ordinary slave soldier from a captive planet, and he never spoke much.

He had also wanted to fight for freedom for his people, but the powerful Star Sea Kingdom was like a god.

So, he could only lower his head and fight silently.

He paid the price of his life to seriously injure the singer.

But he did not regret it, and even felt honored.

He knew that he fell today.

Tomorrow, more mad fists will stand up and fight against the world in their own way.

Franklin also raised his head and looked in that direction.

Although his tear glands were damaged, he still smiled.

The enemies were surging like a tide.

In the last moments of his life, he looked into the distance with a smile on his face.

The little corpse in his arms once gave him a second life.

But now, in his arms, it gradually became so cold, so cold.