Temporary anchorage for human beings......

Periphery of the super large POS group, Eden ......

The Speaker's garden was still peaceful, except for the murmuring of water and the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. The Speaker sat in an old rocking chair and read a book with reading glasses. His expression was so focused that he didn't even seem to hear footsteps in the distance.

Sal Jones came from behind and stopped behind the Speaker.

"Got the news, found the lower entrance, and the Rosa anchorage."

"Oh? Haven't they moved on to the next level? The Speaker raised his eyebrows in surprise and closed the book.

"No, that's the case." Sal Jones' expression was stern and he lowered a card, and the Speaker picked it up and looked at it. It was an old-fashioned photograph from a guò holographic scanner. It's just that the image is very blurry, and apparently there is not enough energy at that time. The photo shows a huge ring, surrounded by clutter white spots.

"The pixels are low. It looks like our lad got this image under extremely difficult circumstances. Who did it? ”

"Scout ship group, the second squad of the Seventh Brigade, a captain named Jack." Sal Jones replied. He added. "He's the ace in the team."

"I like aces, whether it's a cosmic warrior or a normal person. Sue their captain, I want to reward him! Let him enjoy the treatment of a hero. ”

"This ...... I'm afraid it won't work. Sal Jones hesitated, but interrupted. He disappeared his vital signs as he approached the scout, which was automatically programmed by him, and after his death, the ship was still working, sending back the information it received. It's like ......"

"The radio waves that never go away."

Sal Jones's voice was as low as his mood.

In front of him, the Speaker fell silent, holding the blurry pixel photo in his hand. The wind blew behind him, ruffling his gray hair. Make him look older.

I don't know how long it took before the Speaker shook his head and sighed. "When sacrifice has become habitual. We may all have to forget the value of sacrifice. ”

"I never take back what I've said. A hero must be treated as a hero, and since he has departed, his descendants will inherit it, which is the justice of mankind. ”

Sal Jones stroked his chest and saluted. "As you wish."

The Speaker nodded, and looked at the photo again...... "Sal Jones, you know this is probably the last war we humans will fight, so I don't want to see any disobedience to my orders, so-called individuals. Families, countries, and even cross-star groups cannot be above the big picture. ”

"To Grand Duke Sù Monka, the treatment of all those killed in battle must be carried out, and I will kill all of them with my own hands to anyone who invades them. Take his head again! ”

"Yes!" Sal Jones saluted again.

Grand Duke Monka is the person in charge of the merit statistics. The Speaker's words are tantamount to making a law. Human beings are a race with strong desires, and although there are endless heroes, it does not exclude those who are hungry for profit. In fact. Human beings have never been an easy race to unite, and in order to bring out the strongest strength of human beings, in addition to wisdom, they also need an iron fist.

The Speaker's hand. Also stained with blood.

The wind is getting stronger...... The Speaker lowered his head and looked at the photo carefully, as if he had forgotten about Sal Jones's cunning. Sal Jones has also remained silent. Like the shadow of the Speaker.

The Speaker looked intently, as if he wanted to find something in that photo, ignoring the inferior pixels.

Finally. The Speaker snorted, his fingers rubbing slightly against the white dots on the photo.

"It's not ...... Clutter ......"

"Huh?" Sal Jones raised an eyebrow. After all, the distance of the reconnaissance plane at that time was too far, and because the body was too small and the power of the equipment was not enough, coupled with the depletion of energy and the interference of star sky fluctuations, it was already extremely fortunate to be able to transmit back the image. Clutter is also normal.

The information that Captain Jack sent back with his life was of course taken seriously, and it was impossible for those professional analysts to admit it.

Still, it's clear that Sal Jones knows better than those analysts what side to trust.

"If it's not clutter, what is it?"

His voice was soft, not wanting to disturb the Speaker's train of thought. Sal Jones knew very well how powerful the Speaker was to unleash his analytical abilities at full strength. Even the slightest trace can be caught by him to catch all the threads of the truth.

Sure enough, in just a few seconds, the Speaker raised his head and held the photo up.

"It's a spaceship."

"Many, many, endless ships."

"What!?" Sal Jones's face changed suddenly. How many hundreds of millions of white dots on the photo? And if these are all spaceships? Even if you add up all the ships in the Sand camp, it's not enough...... Could it be that there are other civilizations in this layer of Naraku?

"Don't think about it, there's no indigenous civilization here. These ships are our old friends. The Speaker's eyes narrowed, and a terrifying cold light flickered through the cracks. His fingers move over the white dots on the photo, from one to the other. Eventually, he put the photo aside.

"It's Boca, the ship of the Bush Clan!"

"Hiss......" Sal Joneston gasped. An incredible thought crossed my mind. "Actually, the ships of the two races are here, and they are surrounded by each other, is it ......?"

"They've joined forces." The Speaker spoke for him. His face turned pale.

"To stop us, no, to destroy us. They, these two ancient cosmic nobles, have discarded their previous suspicions......"

The Speaker fell silent suddenly, his white hair fluttering in the wind. His head was lowered, and he just looked silently at his hands, looking at the old lines and brown old age spots on them. His back was a little hunched, as if carrying an invisible heaviness, and as if carrying an infinite mountain peak.

Suddenly, he laughed, chuckled, sneered, laughed.

"O ancient cosmic nobles...... Actually deal with ants like us together. Is...... Haha, hahaha......"

"Sal Jones, do you think we should be proud, should we be excited?"

"This is the nobility...... This is called justice! ”

"What do you think we should do? Is it a weeping surrender and a praying for a handout, or rushing forward to show fearlessness before dying? ”

"Really...... Interesting......"

Sal Jones stood still beside him, a look of sadness on his face. He muttered to himself. "Speaker ......"

Although he was very unwilling, he did not lack the courage to die in battle. But Sal Jones knows that humanity has failed. From the moment Boca and the Busha stood together, humanity failed. No matter how hard and brave human beings are, it is impossible to fight against two top civilizations at the same time. Boca and Rosa are the highest races in the universe today, and any of their powers can change the world. Now the two of them have joined forces, and they have simply treated humans as prey of the same level.

It's pride, it's pride. But, too, despair......

"Nope! The war is not over yet!! Don't talk about despair!! ”

Just as Sal Jones was about to offer a word of comfort, the Speaker suddenly stopped laughing, and a grim look appeared on his face.

"Go and ask for the Blood Pupil." (To be continued......)