Chapter 14 Pursuit of Victory?

The balance of the war quickly tilted in favor of Zhao Mian, and with the efforts of the three of them, the undead fleet, which was obviously superior in numbers, had already begun to collapse, and the astral fleet, which radiated a dazzling golden light in the dark universe, was like a sharp sword, using their powerful firepower to open a passage that spread wreckage in the chaotic undead fleet. On the other hand, they couldn't get out just because they were entangled by Yarvet's methods, but without Liszt's command, the entire army of the undead fell into chaos, they returned fire at the golden fleet in a daze, crashed around, and sent themselves to the guns of friendly ships in a daze—and then in a daze, little by little, turned into unconscious space junk.

Everything is going well, although Laurent, who is the best of the five at pressing on the front line of the battlefield, is not there, but with the cooperation of the three of them, the bell of victory is gradually reaching their ears from a distant place.

The imperceptible power of the naked eye echoed around Liszt, and countless flames were like sand and gravel swept up by the wind under this power, and quickly disappeared in this dark universe. Liszt revealed his figure from the very center of the explosion, the bones reflecting the metallic luster under the bright light around him stretched out little by little, the heavy greatsword floated quietly beside him, and from the eye sockets of the skull, the faint blue fire burned quietly, and countless scenes seemed to flash through it, and then finally solidified in a bleak gray.

The tall undead tyrant waved his hand a little carelessly, and the fleet, which was on the verge of collapse just a moment ago, suddenly began to launch a counterattack against the astral fleet—although such a counterattack could no longer conceal their disadvantage, it was much better than the situation just now.

At this moment, a sword blade suddenly appeared from behind him, and it quickly attacked the back of his head without abating, and the power on the blade pierced the colorless force field around Liszt's body sharply and quickly, although it was blocked by that force place, it seemed that the strength was a little insufficient, but the divine sword still left a little scratch on Skeletron's skull. Alvet, who had just been thrown out, reappeared in the area, crossing the space to deliver a surprise attack that had little to gain, which obviously upset the heroic Valkyrie, but it didn't stop her from doing so. She grabbed the sword into her arms, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and pressed the other against the blade of the sword to block the sweep from her side, and then quickly left Liszt's side with this force. Leaving the Greatsword's swept range, Alvette reappeared in another corner of the battlefield, and she looked up - in the space where she had just stayed, the dark power was eating away at everything, and countless things that could have wandered in this universe for hundreds of millions of years were rapidly disappearing before her eyes.

Skeletron still stood there, and although the platform had disappeared in the explosion, the throne that was obviously made of bones had not changed much—under the pale throne, countless skeletons burned quietly, and the gray power flowed through them, but it did not bring any change. He turned to look at Alvette, who was staring at him not far away, and even though there was no expression on a skeleton's face, Alvette felt the sarcasm from the other side, and the feeling was so clear that it seemed to break into her mind and leave the impression - "Dirt chicken, little trick." ”

Alvette raised her eyebrows slightly—the other party didn't take her seriously, which was not unexpected by her, because she understood the difference in power between the two sides, and the other party did have the ability to do so. What made her a little concerned was that Liszt did not express any regret for the troops he was gradually exterminating, just as the troops large enough to conquer the world were just an insignificant decoy, and they were exposed to artillery fire at will, and this situation made Alvette's heart burst out, and a bad premonition suddenly swept over her. She continued to confront Skeletron without changing her face, but she had already carefully filtered all their plans, all the known information in her mind, but on this battlefield, she could not recall anything worthy of her attention.

In the midst of a silent explosion, the blood-red fleet was disappearing little by little, but the golden troops did not decrease much, they steadily advanced this long front, and approached Liszt in the midst of countless wreckage.

Liszt, on the other hand, still stood quietly in front of his throne, in a corner of the vast universe of nothingness—as if waiting for the other fleet's fleet to come to him, or for something else.

What could it be? Zhao Mian, who supported the shield of the entire fleet, did not know, nor did Art, who commanded the entire fleet to move forward, and even less so Alvet, who was in a state of confrontation on the front line, so what was Liszt waiting for at such a moment, on such a battlefield where victory and defeat seemed to have been decided?

Perhaps, there is a man who knows something.

The recent Midkilda has not been anything but peaceful, as dozens of warships that had been used as a force for the Authority have been lost - no contact, no records, and even the tracking team that has been sent has never returned. The Authority could have been considered an anomalous accident if there was only one, but the fact that it had happened to dozens of warships had already tightened the nerves of all the Authority's top brass. Perhaps some unknown forces want to start a head-to-head showdown with us - many high-level people are thinking.

However, in the minds of some of those who have learned about the possibility of war through some means, it is clear what is going on - this is the war that the mysterious travelers have been told, and the travelers who have been analyzed from the fragments of countless planes have more power, more advanced technology, and more vastness than their Authority. They have crossed the dimensional worlds, and the power of the undead is still active in some of the known planes - and this news has even caused some minor turmoil in the world under the control of the Authority, and the public has questioned the Authority's current inaction, and there has even been a revival of doomsdayism. However, these things were quickly snuffed out by the relevant authorities.

However, some things have begun to change imperceptibly.

For some of the undead who have not yet been cleaned, Midkilda's afternoon is too pleasant - the soft sunlight gently sprinkles the streets of Jazz Street, and the gentle breeze slowly spreads the smell of wheat from the bakery not far away.

"Sir, do you need a refill?" the waiter asked softly as a man looked at some information through the information terminal in his hand.

"No thanks. The man raised his wrist and looked at his watch, then looked up and replied with a smile, "My friend looks like something hasn't arrived, I'll wait a little longer and leave." ”

The waiter nodded, and turned to walk towards the other guests—he didn't have time to concentrate on one person for too long on a sunny afternoon.

The man watched the waiter walk away, and then observed the scene around him—a little girl standing outside the glass window of the bakery looking at the bread inside was perhaps the most noteworthy thing in the whole street, and he looked at it a few more times. But the child's senses were keen, and he quickly chased his gaze—the man smiled softly at the little girl, but the child just tilted his head to look at him, and then turned his head back to continue staring at the bakery where bread was being made.

"What are you looking at?" a slightly muffled female voice sounded beside him, "I've taken care of things a little, it's too late." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, waiting for a lady is what a gentleman should do. The man smiled and turned his head, "And it's a woman's right to be late for a date." He looked at the woman in front of him—her long flaxen-colored hair was coiled high and braided on the top of her head into a beautiful-looking, but certainly laborious, without the usual coverings of her hair, her slender neck and rounded earlobes were displayed in front of the others, and the silver necklace was adorned with sapphires, and with the help of the necklace, her skin became more translucent. The plain white shawl covered her shoulders, but with the help of the black dress, her exposed skin looked particularly attractive—not to mention the delicate calves that peeked out from under the skirt, which were not wrapped in any fabric, showing the greatest charm of those legs. Perhaps the most inconspicuous thing about this woman was the ring on the ring finger of her right hand—unadorned with any jewelry, and it looked like just an ordinary platinum band. "Lady Grona, you're so beautiful today—may I have the honor to ask you who you're dating today? ”

"Huh. Lady Grona smiled calmly, but it sounded useful from the laughter, "You know who my boyfriend is today—don't you?"

"Of course. The man smiled too, "But that still doesn't stop me from falling in love with you, does it?"

"What if it's 'zero'?" the lady asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Everything I have, I give to zero. The man's face was full of expression, and he said solemnly, he stood up, bent down slightly, and stretched out his hand to the lady in front of him, "For the first and last." ”

"For the first and last. The lady also stretched out her hand and gently placed it on the palm of the other's hand, and then the two smiled at each other, and walked towards the parking garage not far away—on the clasped hands of the two, the two rings were shining softly.

Holding the malt bread that had just been given to her by the proprietress of the bakery, Willow watched the two men and women leave the street as she munched on the food in her hand with a blank face.