The war is over......

It was an extremely short, but enormous war, at an unimaginable cost to both humans and the Sejests. The wreckage destroyed by the two sides alone is trillions of tons, enough to fill two planets. The attrition of any one of them can launch dozens, if not hundreds, of conventional battles below the Third Realm, changing the pattern of the Realm.

Buzz was the last to end the fight, because he was the one who hammered into the nail of the coffin. The Celestes didn't want to let them go, but when the Void Aggregate began to crumble, the Celestials lost their reason to fight.

A group of scarred mercenaries helped each other out of the passage, looking up into the void.

The void is wide and bright. It's a good 'weather'......

When it is victorious, even if it rains blood, it must be good weather, the mercenaries stubbornly believed.

Above the passage, the equally scarred huge spaceship was busy back and forth, dropping groups of construction machinery. Humanity doesn't want to destroy the Celeste civilization, all they need is victory. Surrender, resources, and channels are required. So when the war ended, it wasn't the Sagests who were the first to start repairing the Void Ensemble, but the humans themselves.

It's a pity that at this time, there are less than 1,000 human spaceships, and most of them are engineering ships. The battleship groups and firepower groups that served as the main attack were almost completely lost. Become a floater in the void.

In front of the Void Ensemble is a huge square, where human construction machinery is nervously cleaning up the wreckage and repairing pipelines. A group of heavily armed mercenaries stood guard with weapons in hand. There were also quite a few warplanes cruising in the sky.

On one side of the square, a group of tattered Sejestians lined up, waiting for the humans to inspect them. They are all losers, no matter how glorious their status once was, and there is only this name in this moment. Compared to humans, they are extremely large, and some are as tall as twenty stories. But when they saw the human mercenaries approaching, they all leaned to the side.

"Who is your chief? Tell it to come with me! A mercenary captain shouted. Swipe the brain in your hand.

The Cygeste people were in a commotion, and it took a long time for a three-meter-tall severed arm robot to step out and walk up to the mercenary captain with sparks and broken pipes.

"Dididi, Dididi......"

"Speak the lingua franca!" The mercenary captain unceremoniously interrupted the other party. A look of indifference. "The vanquished are not entitled to retain pride. Don't talk to me in your language! ”

"Didi, Didi!!" The robot was furious, and his electronic eyes turned red. But when it saw a few mercenaries surrounding it, it forcibly suppressed its anger again.

Their race has failed...... And the loser has no dignity at all.

The robot's gaze flickered a few times, and finally lowered its haughty head. Said in human language. "My name is Tik Jones, and I'm their Ruler Knight. The strong men of mankind, I don't know what you are going to do with us. I just want to remind you. The war is over. As the ancient nobles of the second realm, we are qualified and necessary to enjoy our treatment. ”

"Phew!"

A mouthful of spit flew onto Timke Jones's iron face, and the mercenary captain wiped his mouth. Then he said very calmly. "I'm sorry, but the liver fire has been on the rise lately. Speaking of treatment...... The only thing I can offer you is a nice cell. If you know how to give up, then you will still be rewarded for living. ”

"It's not fair!" Tick Jones shouted angrily. "We are aristocrats!"

"I know it." The mercenary captain interrupted it unceremoniously. Said seriously. "And I also know that the nobles of the Dao Dao are born to be defeated."

"You!?"

"Okay, don't you, me, me, you should call me sir. Because I have you people in my hands. Including the fate of your subordinates. I don't know if the people of Sejest will be afraid of death, but I'll try. The mercenary captain said indifferently, and then pointed to the spaceship that was landing behind him. Now, take your men out of arms. Get checked. I want you to be quiet during the process. Of course, you can also try to show worth, which will make your life a little better, and maybe change your destiny. ”

"Sailist failed though. But we don't want to ruin it, in fact, if you let go of your bigotry. Abandon pride. Perhaps you will soon find out that you too will live well under human rule. ”

With that, the mercenary captain never looked at Tick Jones again, and commanded his mercenaries to drive away the group of Sejest captives.

Tik Jones glared at him angrily, his eyes full of humiliation and unwillingness.

But it's all over...... What's the use of being angry? When the Sagestes are content with the status quo, when they are content with pleasure, they have lost their ancient glory.

The glory of the most glorious era of the Sagestians.

Tick Jones lowered his head, and the broken line around his neck burst into a flood of sparks. But it stood like this, watching its men move forward like pigs and sheep under the drive of the mercenaries. Tik Jones remembered that a long time ago, these pig-like creatures were human, but he didn't expect that one day it would be his turn.

"Familiar, right?"

There was a lazy sound from underfoot, and Tick Jones looked down to see a group of scarred mercenaries.

Their bodies were almost shattered, and the most seriously injured one had his head crooked on his shoulder. It's just about to break. But as if there was no pain, they laughed nonchalantly, and looked at the Sejest people present with the eyes of a victor.

Tik Jones' electronic eyes retracted a few times, and then he said suddenly. "You, those people in the core battlefield?"

"Hmm." Buzz slouched into the arms of a mercenary, waiting for the paramedic to pick him up with a medical kit. The location of his broken arm has been treated, and the bone repair and muscle stimulation system is working, bringing intense itching from time to time.

Bas had a lit cigar in his mouth. He looked relaxed, but if someone who knew him well was here, he could see a deep sadness in his eyes.

The victory of the war is sweet, but the memories of the soldiers are only sad.

When the passion of victory cools, all that is left for the warrior is longing and loneliness.

"We won't be enemies anymore." Bass said to Tik Jones. Then he stood up with the help of his partner.

"Not the enemy, but the charity of the victors?" Instead of feeling light, Tik Jones felt a deep sense of shame. For a knight of domination, the mercy of the enemy is not pleasant.

"No......" Buzz didn't look back, limping towards the square. Leave Tick Jones with a back.

"It's just that we're not going to stop."

"The old enemy belongs only to the past, and the new enemy belongs to the future."

Bass's voice came from afar, making Tick Jones's heart colder and colder, and finally, it shook and sat down heavily on the ground.

yes, not an enemy anymore. Not a humiliation, but compared to such a human being, the Sejest people are really not much of an enemy.

Because they are not eligible. (To be continued......)