"Oh," Caesar suddenly leaped into the air, not dodging the oncoming blade. The sharp, icy blade easily sliced through his armor and muscles, stabbing out from behind. This veteran, who has lived and died countless times on the battlefield, deceived the god of death with his intuition, and also deceived the devil in front of him. The paratrooper knife did not hurt his internal organs, the blade was locked by reinforced ribs and could not be retracted for a while, and he had a saber in his hand that could also kill. "Come on! Come on! Continuing our duel that should have ended in the Pearl of the Blue Sea. He swung his knife and threw his last chips. He saw that the demon opposite him frowned slightly, and raised his hand to block, but it was too late, the Saber could easily spread her bones and blood, even as a former geist, she had undergone bone strengthening surgery.

"Kill" the man roared out in pain, but the familiar feeling did not come from his hands. His attack was blocked, steadily, and the blade of the saber glowed red, but it was held by a hand, although the skin above it had been charred black, although there was still an iron-gray metallic sheen underneath......

"Now, it's a pity, 'Caesar', it seems that your boss forgot to tell you about the demons of yesteryear" In the man's gaze, Elodi gently grabbed the man's huge body, and gently leaned into his ear like a man, "How did you become a demon?" ”

"It's strange to be between the stars of Giront, watching two Gardari fleets exchange fire......

When the last of the Gaedari navy's famous generals of the Gadari War of Independence sighed, the mighty columns of the Gadari navy's Pilmit Front had no scruples in full swing, enveloping the ships of the garrison fleet in a huge cocoon. The five prehistoric Phoenix-class dreadnoughts, the 1.2 million-ton giants that had been designed to fight their eighteen-year-old rivals, joined in the mournful slaughter, but when they finally stepped onto the battlefield and lay across the iron galaxy, they were locked in by their own siblings.

Bastion torpedoes after baston torpedoes were thrown, and the most massive guided weapons ever built were clumsy, slow, but irresistible, like the footsteps of a god of fate. Each of them was the size of a frigate, and every time they hit their target, a dull energy storm would bloom like flowers in the cold vacuum, and the violent impact would make even the Federation fleet cruising dozens of kilometers away feel that breathtaking power. Seven years after the Battle of Iasta, the Gaddari Navy has once again gained enough strength to challenge the Gayrant Federation.

The entire bridge fell silent, allowing more than 170 large and small starships and thousands of naval guns under the Haina Division to point at the whirlpool of fierce battle not far away, but the silver fox, who had killed the mighty in the sea of stars, did not give the order to fire, and they could only watch in silence as the Gadari navy wantonly unleashed violence in front of them.

"General, there is not much left of the Gaddari Super Group garrison in the encirclement, but the Gaddari Navy Buckbell is in no hurry to annihilate it. Should we attack......" a combat staff officer stepped forward and asked with some caution.

"Young people are always too impatient," the silver-haired admiral smiled faintly, he was no longer the unruly fox of eighteen years ago, eighteen years have passed, and no one can challenge the bearing and majesty of his world-famous general. "Buckbell's little bear has also come all the way from the beginning of the war, do you think he will really be naïve and defenseless? The Pilmit Front was the elite of the Gadari Navy, and he only needed a small fraction of his strength to overwhelm the tiny rebel army, and the rest, if not enough to break through, would be enough to fight a bitter war of attrition with us, and don't forget that this is Ian Aosta, the steel grave where an entire generation of soldiers had been buried seven years ago. ”

"Then General, are we just here watching?"

"Want to laugh at the old guy's courage? But sometimes, courage doesn't break steel. As he spoke, his voice darkened, as if he remembered something that had become distant...... In the distance, the iron-gray group of ships suddenly burst into a bright light, and it was the cruiser detachment of the Gaddari Navy that approached the defenseless super group fleet and launched a final missile attack on them. Orange points of light streaked a poignant tail flame in the cold starry sky, and the small and medium-sized ships had long since been lost in the previous chaos, and these glittering elves swarmed into the last few giant ships in the encirclement. Several Flamingo-class battleships winged around the Leviathan bore the brunt, and these already flawed defensive ships did not even have a chance to maintain the battle line, and were reduced to a series of burning wreckage under the hail of bullets. As for the "Chimera" class encircled in the core, its once powerful shield system has completely failed, and it can only rely on its not too heavy armor to resist this terrifying attack.

"It's like the sky above the first star eighteen years ago......" Looking at the giant ship on the verge of disintegration, he was silent for a minute, and then suddenly spoke, muttering to himself.

"It's like...... Eighteen years ago, in the sky above the first star, ah......" At the same moment, Esiothia, the senior security director of the Yizhuhu Group, sat on the bridge of the "Leviathan", which was already a mess, and couldn't help but sigh the same way when he looked at the magnificent galaxy that was like a stream of fire. The last effort has been defeated...... The presidents of the group were wrong, the envoys of the Jupiter Empire were wrong, and even she herself did not even think that Buckbell, the vice admiral who had also come out of the flames of the first star of Gadari, would change his indecision and use thunderous means to prevent the outbreak of war.

The two light carrier battle groups were swept away by the heavy forces of the Pyrmit Front, and by the time the beasts that looked like they had emerged from the primeval desolation stepped onto the battlefield, she knew how determined Buckbell was to stop it, even if it risked provoking another war.

"Even the Dreadnought Squadron has been dispatched, aren't you afraid that the Gellent Federation will misunderstand that it is an invasion? Bear ......" She chuckled and hesitated for a moment, but finally connected to Buckbell. That request had been waiting on the communications terminal for a long time, long enough for the flames and blood to engulf her fleet......

The young lieutenant general on the screen of "Esoti Heya ......" turned pale, and he looked at the familiar face on the other end of the communication, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. Time has passed, and they are no longer the young people who fought for their country and ideals on the first star of Gadari, and they are no longer even the soldiers who can burn everything in Ian Aosta. Too many entanglements, too many helplessness, and too many involuntary separations between them, so that he had no choice at all, but to let his cold and hard soul scratch the soft darkness in his heart.