Catching a glimpse of the three-dimensional communicator next to him flashing brightly, Komiz, the adjutant of the Strategic Data Office, briskly pressed the connect button and said briskly, "Major General Shakulin's office." Which one is it? ”

There was no image of the other person coming from the conversation screen, only a harsh, cold voice.

"Adjutant, call Xia Kulin to receive the communication."

Komez replied respectfully, and when he saw the other party's code, his heart was a little confused. The tone of his voice immediately reminded him of the figure he couldn't afford to mess with.

Shakulin looked up from the sea of disks and looked at Adjutant Komez in confusion. Looking at the situation, it's obviously a bit odd. He rubbed his numb shoulder and reflexively asked, "What's going on?" ”

"606 Online has a communication code from the Pumoller family, and the other party asks you to interact immediately."

Shakurin's eyebrows jumped, but his expression didn't change.

As he pressed the command for two-way interaction, a face appeared on the screen that confirmed Komez and his own original suspicions.

It was a face with incomparably pure lines, carved out of diamonds—delicate and arrogant features, so dazzling that it almost hurts. There was a blood-red cinnabar mole in the center of his forehead, like a drop of blood that would last forever. Every inhabitant of the Federation knows who she is: the uncrowned king of the multi-star federation, the merciless supreme king of ice and snow.

With indifferent politeness, Shakulin greeted Orsa Pomol: "Your Excellency, I am Liser Shakurin. Do you have any advice? ”

"I'll just get to the point. What about Bochouan? ”

Her voice reminded Shakulin of the frost season of the Silver Rain Star, which dyed all the natural landscapes on the planet's surface into a transparent cold mass. The beautiful form makes you carelessly forget, and death is imminent.

It was a voice born accustomed to commanding everyone, and everyone—almost everyone—was willingly at her disposal.

Xia Kulin swallowed the oppressive sensation in his throat hard, and said clearly, "Bo Qiuan should arrive at Dai Yan now, and we will maintain a fixed proton induction communication with him. ”

"Well, then, he should be ready to receive your message from the past?"

Xia Kulin didn't know if his tone revealed some kind of tension that exploded at the touch of a button: "Theoretically, there is nothing wrong. ”

"Well, I don't have to say anything more. Just call him back. ”

Through the delicate particle transmitter, Orsa Pumoller's eyebrows shot out an ice-white diamond light. It looks like an image of polar ice explosion, but it is so hot that it makes people's hearts palpitate. Xia Kulin knew that in the few seconds of his short hesitation, he had experienced unprecedented oppression and struggle.

However, after all, he had already decided that even if he had to succumb to a certain formation and a certain desperate situation one day, he would not let the other party easily plunder and strip him, like a desolate star in a no-man's land. Orsha is certainly invincible, but he can carry out a marginal strategy similar to mischievous spoofing

Xia Kulin replied to the King's Landing in front of him with great composure: "Your Excellency, Bo Qiuan's actions belong directly to the Extraordinary Strategy Section. If you want to make a move in the process of implementation, it is probably not possible to achieve it in one sentence. What's more,"

He took a deep breath and said more slowly: "As far as I know, isn't the reason why he took on this task because he somewhat anticipated the possibility of this situation?" To put it simply, he didn't just take on the next task entrusted by the military, but the point was actually to run away from home. ”

Orsha's expression didn't change at all. However, she blinked her eyelids slightly, deliberately not hiding her exclamation.

"I'm so sorry I can't follow your orders."

After finishing speaking, Xia Kulin didn't dare to look directly at the light screen opposite for several seconds. When he came face to face with Orsha again, he was stunned to see the corners of the other party's cold lips rise, and he threw down a few words that were almost appreciative.

"Oh, this kid Bocian has found your boyfriend who has both courage and brains! It's no wonder that runaway scripts are much more brilliantly written than ever before. ”

Or maybe it's actually a bloodless blade that serves as the highest level of battle? Xia Kulin stared at the empty light screen in front of him, not without pleasure and apprehension, thinking very much.

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"What a kind of guy! It's a rare thing, especially since he's a normal male..."

After cutting off the communicator, Orsa tilted his head sideways, absentmindedly staring out the window. At the time of the Centennial Blood Flower Festival of the Unalus Nebula, around her personal starship "Lilith" was an endless spiral of bright red mist. At first glance, the particles that make up the fog array resemble the petals of a tender plant, but its substance is enough to dissolve and divide the pools of corpses that stack around the gravitational zone to form a figure-eight ring.

This is the unique ecology of the Unalous Nebula: dead beings possess the surface of the star, creating a mournful bow until the once-in-a-century covenant arrives. At this moment, the GEL-309 radiation circle, alias "Ice Jacket", was fully formed, and this transparent mass grave was pulverized in one fell swoop.

The cycle of a hundred years begins again: it is the moment when the material mass that was once physical is dissolved and enters the cycle of collapse.

"Rare scenery, just right to match the rare freehand mood. It's been a long time since I've been taught, hasn't I, Tsuli? ”

Orsha's palm caressed a panther crouching at her feet. When combing the leopard's body fur back and forth, five folded and shiny claw blades poke out from the fingertips like boneless, caressing the pet's sensitive belt like cream. The panther's body trembled because of the alternating comfort, extreme comfort and blood-soaked tension, its tail curled up and shaken away, and a pair of beautiful wings bloomed on either side near its ventral side.

Orsha closed her eyes and leaned her upper body into the gentle embrace of her wings. At that time, it was the 100-year Snow Flower Festival...

Before these corpses were born or dead, when another magnificent death ritual was staged, she relied on not the biochemical beast that had been refined and cultivated from her own genes, but the lover whose hair and wings were as bright red as the star rings in front of her.

Briss, the primeval word meaning "ecstasy", her only cherished life, the youngest sister of the Pommelle family. On this ship, the last favorite souvenir of the night was Bochouan: a child with blood-red hair.

In this way, through their children, Briss's hair color continued to linger in Orsha's sight and palms, like a story of changing shapes, continuing to be narrated. It never ends.

The last few strands of blood feather flowers were slowly chewed up by the black and blue space. The corpse was about to melt like transparent dust. Orsha watched the end of the astral sacrifice, then closed her eyes and chuckled thoughtfully. Not long after, like the self who collapsed after the carnival a hundred years ago, she fell asleep before she had time to think about anything, leaving only the always bright prosthetic eye between her eyebrows.