"That's a pity. "In a passage in the lunar fortress of Avalon, Huberian suddenly said to Arden, who was floating at the front.www.biquge.info

"Why do you say that?" Arden asked his good friend without stopping.

"I have a kind of, if it weren't for the master of a pit man, that guy would be very powerful." Huberian looked at the Pier of the Autumn Wind and the Executor a little behind her with a hesitant expression as he expressed his feelings, as if he wanted to gain the approval of the two Arden's frigates.

However, in response to Hyperion's gaze, Autumn Wind Pier shrugged her shoulders slightly to indicate that she did not have this opinion, and as for the Executor, she couldn't tell what she was thinking with her helmet at all.

"People who can lead civilization forward deserve this evaluation." Arden's answer was tantamount to acknowledging Hyperion's claim.

"But alas, he is ...... like this," Huberian sighed and then asked Arden, "Do you think he is alive or dead now?" ”

"That depends on your definition of life and death." Arden asked.

"We?" Huberian was stunned for a moment, and she realized that Arden's question was not just asking her.

The other two guards also noticed that Arden had fired a map cannon on this issue, so they both thought about it seriously.

The first to speak was the Executor, the Master of the Force, whose body was severely eroded by the diazine and no longer wore a helmet to commemorate its former master, but had to carry this set of Black Warrior armor that had been transformed into a life-support device by the Void Seekers.

So when the Executor opened, it emitted the same noise as the sudden air intake of a pipe that had not been ventilated for hundreds of years.

"I think he's still alive." The executor, who knows that he speaks noisely, is as concise as possible.

"I think he's dead." The Pier of the Autumn Wind gave a completely different answer than the Executor.

“…… Me, how do I know? Huberian didn't understand why the Pier of the Autumn Wind and the Executor were so sure when they answered, and they didn't understand why the two ships had completely opposite answers, but they didn't refute each other's wishes.

It wasn't because Arden didn't contradict each other in the field, Hyperion had a conclusion that both the Autumnwind Pier and the Executor could understand and accept the opposite of their own.

Noticing that Huberian, who was the captain of the Governor's Guard fleet of Arden, was a little stunned, the Pier of the Autumn Wind and the Executor glanced at each other before adding.

"As far as the body is concerned, the saint who created the current pattern of this world has long since disappeared." This time, it was the Autumn Wind Pier that spoke first.

As a predatory civilization warship from the world of pure technology and very similar to an alien insect in essence, the Pier of the Autumn Wind can come to this conclusion with certainty.

"His spirit is still alive," said the executor, who gasped for a breath of noise, felt that this explanation was not complete enough, and after a pause, he said again: "Some of them are still alive." ”

"They're right." Arden concludes to Hyperion: "The body of the saint has been destroyed, and it has been conceptually destroyed, and there is no possibility of any remedy, but before the destruction he has retained a part of himself, which is the saint we have seen before. ”

"Is it a part of the initiative to keep?" Huberian asked after a moment's thought.

"Maybe he wanted to keep more, and he only kept a little bit of it." Arden offered another possibility.

"Hmm...... Forget it, like Arden you just said, that's not the point. Huberian thought for a moment again, but then couldn't come up with anything, and asked, "How did his body come to be conceptually destroyed?" ”

This conceptual content, Huberian did not know before, and the Tren Empire, where he was located, had not yet reached the height of touching this power.

But who let Arden be slashed by the remnant of the Yamato in his admiral's spiritual world before, in order to avoid Hubelion from wanting to help but not helping, Arden explained this concept to Hubelian in detail.

"Calling on the outer gods comes at a price." The answer given by Arden made Hyperion stunned for a moment, but soon, Hyperion came back to his senses and realized that the "outer gods" in Arden's words were his own starships.

"Is the price of her own destruction...... "Huberian was tempted to say that she had lost her memories of the saint who had been called to the outer gods, who had not harmed at all.

"Well, that's the best price to pay for." Floating ahead, Arden closed his eyes and searched his database for the dim fragments.

These memory fragments from another unknown soul showed Arden the scene of the "Alien Civilization's Battleship" breaking through the barrier of the multiverse in a short moment, coming to this world, and flocking to the world of the ship's mother.

"Well, I can't imagine the worst possible price." Huberian, who was following behind Arden and didn't see Arden's expression, said with his hands on the back of his head.

"I can imagine a little bit." The Autumnwind Pier didn't know if it was said to Hyperion or to Arden.

"Huh? Qiu Dunzi, aren't you a ship in the pure technology world? Why can you imagine it? Huberian asked, somewhat surprised.

"I remember the experience of being imprisoned in the dark for tens of thousands of years, but I couldn't even cut myself off." Autumn Wind Pier's face was slightly pale when he explained.

"Qiu Dunzi, have you ever experienced this kind of thing?" Hyperion asked curiously.

"It's not my experience, it's my memory, I'm a ...... I am the Flood Demon, and the Flood Demon can pass on the first memories. The Autumn Wind Pier explained why he knew these things.

"That's true...... It's scary enough. Although Hyperion did not have the experience of being locked up for tens of thousands of years, as a warship that was definitely inseparable from the confinement chamber in its body, Hyperion could still understand this feeling of darkness and despair.

"The most terrifying thing is not tens of thousands of years of seclusion, but the pain that you can't even do to be crazy." The Autumn Wind Pier continued to add.

"......" Even if he didn't have this memory, Hyperion's expression froze, and the situation that the Autumn Wind Pier said was quite terrifying just to imagine.

"There's a monster in my hometown......" The panting Executor followed suit, revealing what she knew, and the result was even more terrible than ashes: "After being devoured by it, it will live to be digested for a thousand years." ”

The Executor's words were still simple and clear, and it was such simple and clear words that made Hyperion shudder.

"It's a good thing, that monster can't digest our warships." Hyperion comforted himself.

"If you want to try it, Huberian, I can breed a monster to digest you, and set the digestion time to be a thousand years." Izza's voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

"Ahem" Hyperion stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Arden's quiet "we have arrived" saved Huberian from his embarrassment.