Behind a purple and unpredictable nebula, hundreds of dense black dots are gathering, this is a huge warship, exuding a cold light, it is the nebula, the most majestic astronomical scene in the universe, as if it can't hide the terrifying coercive aura of the battleship group. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A disc-shaped battleship like a dark cloud rolled was moored in the center of the group, and this was the flagship of the First Fleet of the Frost Republic, the Yale.

Generally speaking, the First Fleet of the Frosty Gui Republic guards the central area of the Republic, and only the Grand Commander of the Republic, Qianlong, has the right to mobilize, and this purple nebula is very close to the edge airspace of the Frosty Gui Republic, and the location of more than ten light years away from it is the Twin Hunter Mining Area.

In the Yale tactical command room, just after the end of the combat meeting, the generals rushed out, sitting behind the holographic simulation sand table is a middle-aged man with a majestic look, he has a lion nose and yellow eyes, sitting there, like a lion looking down on the world, many, many years, this lion no one dares to provoke again, those heroes who have provoked him, no matter how famous they were back then, have now been swept into the garbage heap of history by him.

Sitting on a stellar galaxy with thousands of people, he is a mythical legend high above the Marfa 2481 star field.

But at this moment, after his closest generals left, his expression became more and more gloomy, as if he was thinking about something incomprehensible.

"Hu'er, have mobilized all your strength, do you think I'm making a big fuss?" Qianlong's lion-like yellow eyes looked at the young man sitting beside him, this young man, who was similar to him, and also had the yellow-eyed lion nose with the obvious characteristics of the frost noble, but his face was unusually pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and it was his young son Qiandi Tiger.

"I don't know how I died, but when I think of the name Le Chen, I hate it! I'm going to grab him and cook him!"

The nobles of the frost nobles of pure blood still retain certain ancient rituals, such as the meat of the most hated enemy, which is a very sacred tradition for them, and it is also the highest respect for the enemy, indicating that henceforth, the flesh and blood of the enemy will become a part of their body, and the power of the enemy will also become their own strength.

"No, no, I'm going to chop him up and feed him to Simba!" Dry Tiger knocked the table, and after he came back to life, he became even more irritable, as if he was not afraid of his father.

Qianlong looked at it, sighed softly, and looked at the sand table again, the third quadrant area of the starry sky sand table, there was also a dense mass of red dots moving rapidly.

The Frost Noble Fleet hid in the dust of the nebula, which also made it difficult for the enemy fleet to notice their presence at an ultra-long distance, while the enemy's actions were completely under their surveillance.

"Why, I can't remember how that vile bastard stole my fleet!" the dry tiger slammed his head hard, and roared in his throat, like a wounded beast, ready to burst out and hurt people at any moment.

Qianlong looked at him with a sad look in his eyes.

",, I won't let you go!" The Dry Tiger staggered to his feet, kicked the seat that was blocking his way, and of course, the moment the chair flew up, it had already disappeared into a stream of particles.

The dry tiger stumbled out, and the guards outside the door suddenly screamed, and then disappeared.

Looking at the disappearing back of the Qiandi Tiger in a daze, Qianlong rubbed his temples in pain and muttered: "Eternal life, eternal life? Is this eternal life?......?" The corners of his mouth were full of sadness and ridicule.

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In the grass slope depression of the double hunting star, there is nothing unusual, except that the artemisia grass that is several meters high is falling down at a diameter of more than 100 meters, forming a string of strange geometric patterns, as if the aborigines of the double hunting star were not conquered, the famous wheat field circle mystery in history.

Occasionally, there will be a burst of electric light, and only at the moment when the human eye has no time to react, the outline of a huge silver battleship can be seen in the artemisia grass, and the current is fleeting, making people wonder if the naked eye is wrong.

At this time, inside the enterprise-class frigate, in the bridge command room, Red Mu had fully entered the role, giving orders one by one, and half an hour ago, despite the opposition of Elder Kenta, she ordered her subordinates to put Renfu in the force field isolation room.

"Grandpa, his order is to attack Area A in the center of the city, and the scoundrel who used to whip you seems to be working in Area A, Dieter, that bad thing, is now the sheriff of the Slev Bureau, right? The Stryff Bureau is also in Area A!" Red Mu bit her lip and looked at the still apprehensive Elder Kentar beside her.

Sref, the official name given to slaves by the Parinards, is a term of civilization, but in reality, the Sref Bureaus in the various regions of the empire are almost synonymous with cold cruelty, death, and misery.

"Our first goal is to be good there!" Red Mu's sparkling eyes flashed with vengeful rage. In the Slev Bureau, it was not only the enemies who had whipped Elder Kenta, but almost everyone in it was stained with the blood of their people.

In the past, when it came to the Sref Bureau, it was where all the natives of the Double Hunter were shuddered, and even every child would know that this term represented a terrible demon when they were very young, and the child did not dare to cry at night, and the fear of the Sref Bureau penetrated into the bone marrow of every Double Hunter, and when it came to the words of the Sref Bureau, they often had to lower their voices, as if the demons of the Secretariat were standing behind them and staring at them coldly at any time.

And now, Red Tim actually proposed in a high-pitched tone to bomb the Slev Bureau, and the members of the Thorn Regiment on the bridge, after a short period of stunned, someone immediately responded: "Yes, let's go and kill these demons!"

"Kill them!"

"Big sister, you give the order!"

On the bridge, the crowd was excited, but in fact, many of them, their bodies were trembling slightly, they were both excited and afraid, but they vented their timidity with roars.

Elder Kenta stared at them blankly, and this burst of roar made him faintly feel as if a new chapter in the history of his own people was about to be opened.

In his mind, the image of that mysterious young man appeared again, and what did the inscrutable smile on his lips mean to his people?

Will the New Nians, who will control the fate of their own people in the future, be even more brutal than the frost nobles?

Elder Kenta sighed softly and looked out the porthole at the glittering megacity.