Somewhere in the corner of Gnaku, a group of figures dressed in different costumes were gathering. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info looked at them talking to each other from time to time, with solemn looks on their faces, as if they were discussing something.

"Chief, what's next? Because of the last leak, these natives have begun to marginalize us. A strong man in the crowd said in a breathless voice. Listening to his loud voice, even if it was to lower it, it didn't have much effect.

"Yes! The last time there was a conspiracy between our challengers, now that they have found a clue, they are suspicious of us! A small man beside the strong man said in a shrill voice.

"Where is the evidence! How I didn't see it! It's just a suspicion! Our mission does not conflict with those natives at all, on the contrary, we have to help them complete their tasks! On the other side, a middle-aged man with a serious expression and a mustache retorted.

"Isn't that the dog man and woman from before?! My teammate was secretly killed by that man while spying on the subject!! The kid suddenly burst out and shouted.

Just when the explosive barrel was about to explode, he was called the leader by everyone, and the figure of the leader raised his right hand, and his cold gaze instantly swept over everyone present.

"Quiet!"

A cold voice sounded, and the figure stood up, looked at everyone and said, "Now, everyone is back to their posts, check the body, and prepare ammunition. There's a big battle next, and it's our chance to prove it! ”

With that, the figure turned away under the fearful gaze of everyone.

"What? Isn't it just a B+ grade! It's not like I haven't seen it! In the crowd, a challenger who looked like a little girl was muttering in secret. Suddenly, she shuddered, as if she had been targeted by some fierce beast. Just when the little girl challenger felt stiff and almost suffocated, the coldness that occupied the whole body receded like a tide. If it weren't for the little girl challenger lying on the ground weakly panting, I'm afraid all this would have been like a nightmare.

"What's going on?" The little girl gasped and thought to herself. The challenger next to him also looked at this peer with a puzzled look.

Windermere Palace.

In a richly furnished and comfortable room, a young teenager was kneeling on one knee in front of a large bed wrapped in white six wings. On the large bed lay an old man who was drooping, his eyes cloudy and unfocused, a faint wrinkle on his forehead, and numerous white spots on both sides of his face spreading up along the contours of his face, occupying most of the face that was very similar to that of a young man kneeling on one knee.

"Wu'er, get up!" The old man's weak voice sounded slowly.

"Yes! Father! Grammia-Nerisi stood up.

"Come on! Come over here and let me see you! The old king raised his hand slightly, patted the edge of the bed and said.

As Grammia-Nerisi slowly approached, the old king's cloudy eyes gradually glowed.

"Uh-huh. Sure enough, the white knight should soar above the sky. Looking at the young prince, who had become more and more wise and mighty, the old king's face gradually turned red, and even the white spots that occupied most of his face seemed to have faded a lot.

"Father! You've lost weight! Gramia Nerisi looked at the old king with sad eyes. The Windermere are physically strong, but the price is heavy. The average lifespan of a Windermere is only one-third that of a human. 30 years. This is a number that all Windermere people must know. Thirty years is just the time when humanity has reached the pinnacle of life, but for the Windermere people, it is the time of death.

It's too short! It's too short! Grammia Nerisi reached out and took the old king's right hand and thought silently. He couldn't understand why the primitive civilization that created them would let the Windermere people live for only thirty years. Looking at the old king, who had been young and radiant a few years ago, but now he had become old, Gramia Nerisi's heart tingled.

"What? Wu'er? Are you tired after the big war? The old king noticed the young prince's wandering, and asked with concern.

Grammia Nerisi shook her head repeatedly, squeezed out a smile and said, "It's okay, I just thought of something." A little bit engrossed. ”

"Oh? Wu'er. Do you mean Song of the Wind? The old king's expression moved, and he suddenly said a little excitedly.

The young prince nodded, and then told the old king what he had received from the archbishop.

"Really? Is the Wind Singer tired? It's a pity! If it weren't for this mutilated body, I would have wanted to meet the Song of the Wind. The old king said regretfully.

Grammia-Nerisi smiled bitterly, comforted the old king, and then accompanied the old king until he fell asleep before leaving the vast bedroom gently.

Just as silence was about to envelop the bedroom, a slight noise rang out.

"Did you hear it all?" The voice of the old king came from under the folded six wings.

"Yes! Your Majesty! A voice rang out from behind the bookcase on the edge of the bed.

"So, go ahead! Whether it's the New Unification Army or the Goddess of Hope, they are not trustworthy. The fate of our Windermere people can only be in our hands. The old king's voice sounded faintly.

"Yes! Your Majesty! There was another slight sound.

After that, a slight breathing sound came slowly from under the folded six wings.

A few days later, in the airspace near Windermere, a fleet of hundreds of warships was slowly assembling it. With the gathering of these behemoths, a solemn atmosphere before the battle gradually shrouded in the void and firmly enveloped the sky above this fleet.

As the fleet slowly moved, a huge battleship with a different shape from other warships was speeding to the top of the line from the way of the battleships on the left and right. The bridge, which resembles a human head, is flanked by huge main guns and wide take-off runways on the left and right fronts of the bridge, while behind the bridge are two sets of powerful power engines neatly arranged according to some rules. Such a unique shape is clearly the most proud and powerful battleship of the New United Army, MACROSS.

At this time, on the bridge of this MACROSS, a man with a grimace was looking around in amazement and said, "Tut! I didn't expect you to get this battleship! I really didn't expect it! I've never worked in it. You know, every MACROSS has a record. ”

"Devout believers are willing to offer precious treasures to the Cult." Bishop Alto, who also boarded the MACROSS, said this with an unchanged expression.

"Pious? Hey! Hahaha! Joke!! The metallic voice burst into a maniacal laugh. If it weren't for that horrible grimace that obscured the man's face, I'm afraid Bishop Alto would have seen that twisted smile.

"Don't tell me anything! Decades of my hard work have been ruined by you. Now I'm here to help you, just take what you need! Your Excellency the First Bishop! The grimace man snapped.

"I see! Then, please! Commanding battles isn't my forte! Bishop Alto looked at the grimace man and said in a respectful voice. The grimace man in front of him is the most mysterious existence of the Goddess of Hope, and since the archbishop formed the Holy Knights, the chief paladin has always heard of him and has not seen him. It was the first time in Bishop Alto's decades of coaching that he was able to see him in person.

"Who the hell is he?" Bishop Alto couldn't help but wonder.

"Pass the order! Order the troops to speed up their build-up! Time waits for no one! If you still want to hope that the great cause of the Goddess Sect will succeed, give me 300% of your strength!! The grimace man didn't know the doubts in Bishop Alto's heart, but even if he knew, he would only snort disdainfully. Nothing is more important to him than what follows.

"Soon! Soon I will be able to show my great strength! Wait for me!! The grimace man looked at the assembled fleet and kept growling in his heart.

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At the same time, Ho unexpectedly received an anonymous letter. The paper anonymous letter passed through multiple strict inspection procedures before it was placed on He Inexplic's desk. He inexplicably rubbed the soft paper with some surprise, and kept guessing the source of the letter. Although He inexplicably thought of many possibilities, in the end he found nothing.

"Forget it! Let's take it apart and take a look! He frowned inexplicably, and simply didn't want to, so he directly opened the envelope and shook out the paper inside. As the paper was opened by He inexplicably, the content written on it was also displayed in front of He Inexplicable.

As soon as He Mo saw the content on the paper, his expression changed slightly, and after confirming the content repeatedly, he put down his hands and pressed the paper on the table, his eyes closed, and his mind was quickly turned away.

Accidentally! What a surprise!

The contents of the letter made He inexplicably surprised. It was not any person or any force that He inexplicably guessed that sent this letter, but a force that never appeared in the original book. The Resistance of Windermere, an underground organization formed to help their compatriots free themselves from the yoke of the Goddess of Hope. According to the few words on the envelope, the self-proclaimed rebel group had learned a few days ago that the Cult of Hope had assembled a powerful fleet of up to a hundred warships in the airspace near Windermere, intending to launch an attack on Ragnar. Therefore, in view of the principle that the enemy of the enemy is a friend, the rebels sent a warning.

"Rebels? What an unexpected unfolding! He inexplicably looked at the letter paper that was pressed on the table, looked at the few words that emerged from the gap between his hands, and muttered.