His deep voice seemed to carry a shadow of murderous intent: "I'm really sorry, but I have to do this, if not for my own integrity, and because I have to turn against the trend of the star cluster. You're so strong and eye-catching, so eye-catching that it's almost in the way. ”

Metis still looked unconcerned, but her pupils began to constrict, condensing some indestructible crimson crystals. Her floor-length robes and silver hair draped over her shoulders fluttered with the swirling currents she had stirred up.

Her voice, however, was unaffected, and even became softer and more relaxed: "When Your Majesty left, he not only entrusted me with the Federation, but also gave me a gift. ”

Slightly bewildered by the calm tone, Hatchart looked directly at Metis and continued, "The gift is simple, but very important. There are at least a dozen assassins like you, who have a whopping 258,000 assassins, but do you know why I'm always unscathed? ”

Her hands began to shoot out bundles of silky silver bands that circled around. The silver thread appears to be a serpentine creature that moves to the left and right of Metis, thus triggering the central collection point of the silver star-shaped "Generational Dominator" on the central wall. It emitted a thread-like red light and headed straight for Hyfate.

But they didn't attack him, just a barrier in front of him that was filled with mist and pink light.

Haifaat's eyes became intoxicated and hot, as if he saw the girl of his dreams: "It's so interesting, this is the dream specialty that every psychic will work hard to meet for a while, the special energy wall?" ”

His hands disappeared, and suddenly a halberd-shaped golden weapon appeared from under his pocket.

Metis's voice flickered in the light waves, with a hint of gloomy ambiguity: "Go back to where you came, Professor. I've never been willing to spoil a good technologist like you. ”

Haifar snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "So you will buy them, and if you can't buy them, you will brainwash them." Of course, these good scientists are there for you. ”

His voice began to reveal the excitement before drinking blood: "But, I'm different. ”

He touched the pair of weapons in his hands to each other, and the center began to turn into a transparent fiery red like a burning agate. A series of energetic particles shot at Metis from the place where it touched the magnetic pole. However, Hayfar was shocked to find that the shield in front of Metis completely neutralized his attack.

"It's useless, I'll say it again, you go back."

Hellaffat bit his lower lip, dropped his weapon without saying a word, and picked up a thin, tapered-shaped light green object from his coat pocket.

He held it discreetly, almost reverently, like a jerky nun holding a Bible: "This is the product of three years of painstaking work, and it's called 'Invisible.'" ”

"Invisible?"

"As the name suggests, it means that the waves it emits cannot be seen." Hayfat spoke as eloquently as he did when he was teaching at the First Federal University.

"Its inconspicuousness is also part of its 'invisible' lethality. When I press the bracket, an invisible beam of photons shoots out, dozens of times more powerful than the Gacola rays you consider killers. ”

Metis's tone was even a little pathetic: "It's a pity, even if it is tens of thousands of times stronger, it can't wear this shield—it is made by gathering one-fifth of the universe's spiritual thoughts, and it can be said that it is some kind of immortality in itself." ”

Haifar smiled bitterly as if he was a little lonely: "If it can't penetrate, then only I will die." One of the most terrifying aspects of the Lynch Road Photon Beam is that if it can't bite its prey, it will turn back on the hunter who launched it. ”

Metis's voice suddenly became intense, implying a strange throbbing: "What sweetness did Rhaegar promise you so much that you even had to give your life?" ”

Haifar shrank for a moment, mentioning the name as if a bloody stab in his throat: "How do you know! ”

Metis spread his hands wearily, with three points of ridicule and seven points of weariness: "How unsightly do you think I am, you think my eyes are only used for intimidation?" If I don't even know what you're obsessed with Rhaegar about, I should have been ousted a hundred times. ”

Her voice became gentle again, but there was a faint flow of malice: "Tell me, what does the leader of the charming Star Clan Autonomy Party promise you?" What is the title of the Chief Minister? A beautiful R-class planet? Or... no matter how much he talks about lotus flowers, he can't change the true love that can't be changed from clouds and rain? ”

Haifar hissed, "Shut up—"

Metis's fluttering voice seemed to be infused with some pity, but I don't know if it was aimed at the blond young man with twisted facial features and a pained expression in front of her: "Do you think that my stubborn and cold heart can't understand your feelings for Rhaegara?" Yerna, you love him, and you love him so much that you would rather gamble and gamble with all you have, don't you? ”

The final rhetorical question destroyed all vestiges of Hayfat's self-control. He raised his weapon fiercely, and cried out in anger and hatred: "It is useless to talk more, Metis! Tonight is a glorious turning point – for a long time, the regime monopolized by you and the Galactic Community will be transformed, and dynasties will rise and fall, and life and death will flow on their own, which is a mystery that our six great families will never understand. Taking this moment as a starting point will be the end of a myth that is too long, and you are the chosen sacrifice. ”

He tightened his grip steadily, aiming at the vague figure in front of him.

A smile that was truly utterly unsympathetic flickered in Metis's eyes: "You brought it on yourself, but I'm still sorry." Professor, what kind of funeral do you want? ”

Hayfat gritted his teeth and finally pressed the switch of the weapon he had used for the first time

With a flick of his fingers as far as he could see, he heard a familiar and young voice, shouting anxiously, "Stop! ”