Thirty days is already the limit of the Skywalker Queen, and if they basically travel through the past and fail to reach the living planet, what awaits them will be death.

However, all this is what Calais thinks, and the Queen of Skywalk is hiding one thing from Calais.

In fact, even if they crossed the channel and reached the living galaxy, the Skywalker Queen would not have the strength to reach the living planet in the galaxy.

In other words, if they don't meet ships on the way, they will eventually become a cloud of dust in the universe.

But all this, she did not say to Calais.

Queen Skywalker wants to try that glimmer of hope even more than she wants to sit back here, so she must convince Calais!

"Let's go!" Eventually, Calais made up his mind to be here with Queen Celestial!

It's not that they are suspicious of Tari and others, but that Calais has long engraved restless genes in his bones.

Let him sit here and wait, that's not his style!

It is rare to hear Calais's answer, Queen Skywalker actually showed a smile on her face, even in this cold and lonely universe, it can make people feel like a spring breeze, as beautiful and moving as a peach blossom.

This smile seems to add a bit of color to the universe that is only black and white.

"You maintain your vital signs to the lowest level, and leave everything to me." The voice reached Calais's ears, and Queen Skywalker pulled Calais into the void and disappeared.

And the gravel belt they were on was only a trace of a battle that would soon fade away.

I don't know how long time has passed, the cold universe is still running according to the rules, everything will not stop, the world will not change because of anyone, human beings who are like ants in the vast universe also have their own rules of survival.

The cold metal box, without any life, is like the color of the universe, representing the eternal and immutable laws, and also representing the cold shackles of rules and order.

However, the silence of the cosmic order cannot stop the enthusiasm of human beings themselves.

"Ha, that's great, this ticket is a big deal!" In the dark room, a rugged middle-aged man with dark skin was raising a glass and shouting, looking like he was celebrating something.

A somewhat shabby black combat uniform, with large and small cuts on it, and the shoulder piece has somehow been completely torn, revealing a bronzed strong arm.

And on the arm, a skull pattern was tattooed in pure black color.

I don't know when it began, but the skeleton pattern already has a representative meaning for their profession.

In front of the middle-aged man, there was a row of metal square tables that were originally very neat, but now they have become very messy, and there are overturned alloy tables and chairs scattered everywhere in the corners, which look like a mess.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was holding the red wine bottle on the table, pouring it into his goblet, holding the wine glass high with one hand and shaking it, the scarlet wine rippling in it, just like the color on the floor, full of bloody breath.

Then, when it was over, the middle-aged man drank all the red wine in the cup and shouted refreshment.

"Why, Boss Baisha, you are secretly enjoying yourself again, and you don't share it with everyone?" With the sound of speaking, the alloy door in front of the middle-aged man was slowly pushed open, and the blinding light illuminated the entire dark room.

The sudden light even made the naked eye a little stinging, but the middle-aged man's eyes did not blink, and he was still immersed in the aftertaste of fine wine.

With the advent of light, everything in the dimly lit room becomes visible, but it is especially terrifying.

Stumps and severed arms covered the room, and the entire floor was covered with a bright red carpet, and people walked up to it with the sound of treading water.

Extremely cruel!

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people feel sick when they asked.

"What's the matter, it's you, Kiran." Looking at the person who came in, this middle-aged man named Bai Sha showed a strange smile like a quarter moon on the corner of his mouth, which made people feel a little creepy.

"You kill all the people every time, and I have a headache when no one drives the boat." Looking at the stumps all over the ground, Kieran's expression did not reflect the slightest disgust and disgust, but only helplessness and headache.

For them, it was as if they had killed not a group of people, but a group of livestock, as if they had killed a group of livestock, without the slightest wave in their hearts.

"It doesn't matter, we can return to Immortal Seat in two months, and we can sell it then, which is a lot of money." Drinking all the red wine in his mouth, Bai Sha smashed his mouth a little unsatisfied, and walked towards the door.

"Anyway, the quality of these people is so poor, and it is not worth a few dollars to sell them to Xianzuo as slaves, so they will all be killed, so as not to cause trouble." After saying this, Bai Sha's figure had disappeared, leaving only Kieran with a helpless face.

"Then you can't kill like this, it's not us who go back and clean up." Muttering quietly, Kiran closed the door to the room and left.

There is no doubt that this is a massacre, and such a thing happens in every corner of the universe all the time.

"Brother Kieran said, kill them all." A long-haired man with half of his face covered in metal roared as he snapped the neck of a crew member.

"Don't just roar, horse face, there are so many people up there, why don't you rush up and kill them." A thin figure on the side raised the bar to the metal-faced man without hesitation, showing dissatisfaction.

Ahead, the dense sound of energy guns was incessant, and it was obvious that there was still a fierce exchange of fire.

"Aren't you the same monkey, what's the difficulty of killing here, the challenge ahead is your challenge." The horseface was not angry, and skillfully mocked the thin man named Monkey in turn.

"You two don't quarrel, if you have this kung fu, don't hurry up and support Shirley." Around the corner, a strong man quickly ran between the two and left a word.

"Where does Sister Shirley need support, she can kill all the other party by herself." Horse Face smiled awkwardly, unreservedly touting the man named Shirley.

Deep in the cabin, corpses lay to the ground, and only a small part of them were dressed in various costumes, covered with bullet holes from energy beams.

The corpses on the ground, most of them were crew members in the same uniform, but the standard clothing showed horrific wounds that were not caused by weapons, hearts pierced by brute force, bodies without heads, and broken bones everywhere, all of which made their survivors feel the horror of these people.

(End of chapter)