In the sky, the black hole and the light wheel confronted each other silently, and neither the speaker nor the oracle spoke, so after a long time, the voice of the oracle came out again, full of anger. "This is the last of the worst of all, despicable human beings. Don't let me catch you next time, or even your authority won't be able to stop the spread of destruction. ”

As he spoke, the light wheel exploded, driving the black hole away alive. All the Boca people just felt that they were back in front of their eyes. Where are the shadows of black holes and light wheels when you look up again? If it weren't for the fact that the big hole pressed by that finger was still there, everyone thought it was a dream.

However, at the same time, on the human mothership, which was separated by an unknown number of distances, the Speaker suddenly tightened his face and spit out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the whirlpool in the left eye suddenly dissipated, and a line of blood oozed from the corner of the eye.

The garden gate opened at some point, and Councillor Sal Jones walked in again. He looked at the slightly desolate Speaker and frowned slightly. "I warned you, don't get too excited."

"I'm sorry." The Speaker gasped softly and wiped the blood from his mouth with his fingers. At the same time, he covered his left eye, which was bleeding constantly. Little by little, I sat down in the armchair. "But forgive me, an old man's willfulness."

"............" Sal Jones was silent, and after a moment walked over, releasing a little gray energy that floated into the Speaker's left eye.

"Your injuries are severe, is that powerful that oracle?"

"It's just that my rules aren't perfect. Besides, it's still his home turf. The Speaker replied with a wry smile. If you want to talk about the amount of force, it is estimated that he is also in the middle and upper part of the black hole level, which is not incomprehensible. ”

"But the amount of energy you have accumulated is a lot of consumption. Your body ...... like this," Sal Jones frowned.

"I'll take notice." The Speaker interrupted Sal Jones. "Besides, it's my private business."

"You can make the muse ......"

"The people of the Momberto family don't need help."

"You ......," Sal Jones was speechless, but at last it was just a sigh. Your Momberto family is such a stinky temper, but that's how you can be trusted. I respect your choice, but what about Bass? Are you going to let him go like that, or are you going to use my inventory? Don't forget. When he first entered the Stellar level, I sampled him once. There should still be samples of his psionic particles in my database. ”

"Bath ......"

The Speaker fell silent, and he walked up to Bass and reached out to touch his bald head. The movements are very gentle, gentle, as if stroking a sleeping child.

It was a long time before he spoke again.

"It's useless, Sal Jones, Bass was pierced through the cranial cavity by the Boca people from the back of the head. His sea and sea of consciousness have been destroyed, and the psionic template has been severely damaged. You and I both know the light energy attributes of the Boca people. It was impossible to recreate Bass's spirits. ”

"Or rather, with our human skills, we can't do it."

"You can always give it a try." Sal Jones persuaded. "At least Buzz has a lot of willpower, and if he can hold on, maybe the psionic template will be ......"

"That's just a scrap. A puppet without a will, empty in shape. I'm sure if Bass were alive, he wouldn't want to be like that. The Speaker shook his head, interrupting Sal Jones. In fact, the psionic realm has always been a mystery to this universe, and only the races of ancient heritage can understand it. The essence of our humanity. It's still too shallow. ”

"Forget it, let's let him have a good rest. In fact, it is also a kind of happiness to be able to sleep soundly like this. ”

The Speaker finally sighed and waved his hand.

"Go ahead. Sal Jones, I'm here to accompany him. Don't look at this kid is usually very stubborn, but I know that he has always been very bitter in his heart, and he has fallen into loneliness since the day his sect master died. His rudeness and irritability were just a cover-up. I never dissuaded him. It is also because these emotions will bring him strength. ”

"But now...... I don't need it anymore. ”

"I will accompany him through this most difficult journey, and do my best...... The obligation of the Great Suzerain......"

The Speaker's voice grew lower and lower. It was getting lower and lower, but the blood in his left eye was clearer, and even seeped through his fingers, dripping little by little on Bass's face. Fused with Bass's original bloodstains, no longer separated from each other.

The air smells of sadness. Sal Jones looked at the Speaker silently. Finally shook his head speechlessly.

This is the essence of the Momberto family, stubbornness, strength, and the will to carry it through. Sal Jones didn't know if Speaker Lu Dao would leave a legacy in the future, but at this moment he seemed to see the ancient heartbeat of the Momberto family, this heartbeat sounded from the first moment of human beings to the starry sky, and with the growth of human beings, and it will continue to beat.

This is the ......

Sal Jones thought and walked out the door.

He knew that there was no need to persuade him, and that the people of the Momberto family were like this, stubborn as stones. But it is precisely in this way that they can come to this day, and the glory will always be there.

In the garden, only the Speaker and Bass remained, and their figures swayed in the moonlight, gradually ...... plunged into darkness.

Outside the garden, Sal Jones walked towards the bridge step by step, intending to modify the course, but before he could take a few steps, suddenly there was a violent tremor under his feet, and the whole battleship shook. A light curtain suddenly opened in front of him, revealing the figure of an observer inside.

"What's going on?" Sal Jones asked.

"The space is greatly distorted, and an unknown section appears in front of the fleet!" The crew replied in a light curtain, in an anxious tone. "The fleet is out of steam, we are sinking!"

"It can't be!" Sal Jones looked up suddenly, a terrifying gleam in his eyes. "If it's a cross-section, I don't feel it for anything? And there is no abnormality in the space partition below, how can it sink? ”

"Unless ......"

Before Sal Jones could finish speaking, he saw the light curtain in front of him suddenly go out, and the entire battleship rolled up. Immediately after his eyes went dark, the battleship lost all power, and even the interior lights could not be maintained. A large number of pipes were violent, spewing out all kinds of toxic gases. The battleship was out of control in an instant.

As far as the eye could see, the battleship in the darkness seemed to have come to the end of the world, and there were flying objects and human bodies everywhere. Some clones without strength are more like baseballs. A few even crashed into Sal Jones.

Sal Jones's face changed suddenly, and he pushed aside the clones that had crashed into him, and flew quickly towards the bridge.

He was going to figure out what was going on. I didn't even have a warning of my own intuition.

If it is a spatial section, what is the intact spatial partition?

If it is an enemy attack, then where is the enemy?

Be sure to figure it out, before there is a bigger riot...... While flying at high speed, Sal Jones thought with a grim face. (To be continued......)