Him and their stars.

Chapter 1826 An unexpected scene

To be honest, President Nishita's emotions at this time were indeed genuine. Since he dared to establish himself as a tough and heroic man, how could he dream of returning to his youth at midnight? He has always been obsessed with his heroic dream and cannot extricate himself. He has considered more than once that if he cannot become a hero who will be remembered in history, then ending his life in a brilliant and dazzling way, wouldn't it be worth it for his life?

No matter whether a serious man becomes a tired office worker or an ugly politician, there will always be an inextinguishable heroic dream in his heart, right?

The president looked at the fire on the screen, looked at the figure immortalized in the flames, and wiped away tears involuntarily.

At this moment, across the distance of light years, he felt that his soul and life had been sublimated to a new dimension. His vision had penetrated the long river of history and saw the history textbooks of future generations.

"In this way, I can at least enter a noble family... No!" The president slammed the table hard: "Isn't that me? Am I a stand-in?"

"But your flag will never fall. Maybe it will be recorded in this annals." Yang Mingzhao said seriously.

"Indeed, you did the right thing... Although I always feel something is wrong, it is Benji after all!" A trace of doubt flashed across the president's eyes, but tears soon appeared in the corners of his eyes:

"It's perfect. It's just perfect."

"Darling!" cried Mrs. Melalee.

"Oh, to be honest, I really don't know what expression to use in the current situation." The president forced out an expression that was neither smiling nor crying, and his eyes began to lose focus: "We will talk about it later. Everyone, please rest for a while."

After leaving this order, the President didn't say anything else. He just put his head on the table and fell asleep.

Logically speaking, being able to fall asleep whenever one wants to is clearly a natural ability of a fool. Since Mr. Keith Nishita could become president, he certainly couldn't be a fool, but perhaps the amount of information he received today was too much, and he still seamlessly switched to a downtime state.

There was no other way. The unfolding of reality was beyond what he could handle, so he could only heal himself in the world of his dreams.

To be honest, this can be considered a talent.

Yang Mingzhao personally envied this ability. He had always felt that if he could study the President's mental mechanism in detail, and then find a way to extend and expand it, and establish a connection with the theory of mysticism, he might be able to organize it into a systematic set of illusion attack and defense methods.

Well, as the future leader of a spiritual (meow) cultivation group that pays great attention to self-cultivation, he always feels that he has an obligation to expand the boundaries of mysticism. He only half believes the evaluation of the master's "lack of talent".

From this perspective, Yang Mingzhao, the future leader, is just like his fellow junior brothers and sisters, a rebellious person.

If he didn't clearly feel that a certain undisguised hostile spiritual pressure was brewing, he would really want to exchange ideas with the President.

Yang Mingzhao lowered his shoulders calmly, still smiling meticulously as he faced the President's wife who was suppressing her anger.

"Madam, President Nishita has a historic farewell, which gives us time and space to discuss how to end it." He nodded.

Yu Chang looked at the eldest brother in astonishment. He now really felt that although the eldest brother's skills were hard to describe, based on his shameless ability to switch seamlessly, who else could be the leader?

As the young psychic sighed, he put his hands behind his back, and the hilts of his two lightsabers slid to his sleeves. His psychic energy was slowly injected into the telekinetic flying blades hidden inside his coat.

The president's wife stared at Yang Mingzhao, suppressing her malice in her words: "From the moment you entered the presidential palace, I knew that you were not trustworthy, but at least you could cooperate. We had a very pleasant cooperation."

Indeed, if this war had not broken out, even I would have wanted to be a good secretary. Yu Chang thought to himself, and at the same time, he looked at the eldest brother calmly, and found that the latter still had a calm smile on his face. How could he look like a psychic who had been tempered for a long time? He was clearly an old bureaucrat who had been tempered for a long time.

Come on, it’s a bit of a waste of talent for Big Brother to be the head of the Spiritual Research Society. He should be the president.

Lady Melalee glanced at the captain standing by and said, "I should say that if it weren't for this war, we could have established a prosperous era. So, can this be considered a trick of the spirit of the universe?"

Yang Mingzhao spoke calmly, "The spirit of the universe cannot grasp fate, only history can. But the course of history is ultimately determined by human choices."

The lady's expression had lost all traces of smiles, and the aura of malicious intent almost lowered the temperature of the bridge. "I am not discussing philosophy with you. My husband has so much trust in you that he has never discounted your promotions and rewards. We never thought that you would be so deeply involved in our plans."

As she spoke, the bridge security personnel wearing the Community uniforms were slowly moving into position.

The civilian-clad special security guards of the presidential palace also noticed this, but they were at a loss for what to do. The amount of information today was so overwhelming that even the president's brain couldn't handle it, so it had to shut down, let alone these harmless workers.

This, this means a fight with "friendly forces"?

Wait, who are their allies? Who are their enemies? Can someone who has the final say give us a lesson?

Yu Chang glanced at the eldest senior brother calmly and slowly moved behind him.

Yang Mingzhao said: "Mr. President is a war leader. He has said more than once that his only goal is to lead this war to victory. As his secretary, I can only make follow-up plans in advance. If there had not been such a riot in Yongheng City, this plan might never have been launched."

Madam's voice gradually became sharper, and even had a little bit of the effect of the spirit of words: "Is his 'death' a prerequisite? I now understand that when the legitimate leader of the community ends his mission, or even ends the mission of the community, the ambitious person behind you will rise, right? What is he planning to do to usurp power and establish a dynasty and become emperor?"

Mrs. Melalee's words had a hint of impotence and rage, and seemed particularly lacking in style. Yang Mingzhao spread his hands and did not answer. He knew that no matter how he answered at this time, it would be meaningless.

"I am very curious. How did you do it? An extra-body? Body simulation? Alchemical double? No... if it is these methods, my husband must be the one to do it. But he is only a mortal."

Yang Mingzhao did not hide anything: "It is a spirit puppet. This is the psychic power method of the Snake Organization. It only needs enough real pheromones to completely simulate all the behaviors of the person involved."

As the Deputy Secretary General of the Presidential Office, he certainly had plenty of time to gather information about President Nishita.

Body shape, facial features, voice, behavior and even health status, and of course more metaphysical concepts such as soul state or life state, are all within the scope of observation.

This is why it is difficult to prevent thieves from robbing your own house no matter how hard you try.

“Of course, even so, the puppeteer is not the person actually operating it, and the psychic energy required is very high, and the duration is limited. However, it is still the most realistic clone I know.” Yang Mingzhao pondered for a moment, and added seriously: “Even a terrorist organization like Snake does have something worth learning.”

Since the word "snake" was mentioned, Mrs. Melali's expression was a little complicated for a moment.

After a long while, she said, "Even so, it is impossible that there are no loopholes at all. There are at least 10 billion people in the universe who watched the stand-in's speech. Sooner or later, someone will point out the loopholes."

Yang Mingzhao said: "Madam, you also said that this is not a question of mysticism, but a question of communication."

Mrs. Melalee was speechless for a moment. She stared at the other man in silence for more than five seconds before she said in a frustrated and weak voice, "Captain, arrest him."

The Nedian Dragon Captain stepped in front of Lady Melalee and gestured. The uniformed security guards raised their guns.

Even at this point, the secret service personnel in plain clothes had not yet reacted. Seeing the dangerous actions of the "friendly forces", some of them subconsciously reached for their guns, while others subconsciously raised their hands.

However, before the fight could escalate, the sharp blades tore through the air and rushed towards Madam Nishita, the captain, and the security director. After a series of fleeting sounds of breaking through the air, the blades clearly sank into the energy wall formed by the energy field shield, losing their lethal kinetic energy. The sharpness of the physical structure and the defense of the energy structure collided with each other, rubbing against each other in space and making a heart-pounding buzzing sound.

This captain in the uniform of the Community Army was of course also a psychic. His true skills were of course not immediately apparent, but he must be very good at defense. Before Yuchang's telekinetic flying blade, which was faster than a bullet, hit his vital points, his own telekinesis had already activated several single-soldier force field shields.

These individual energy shields were like activated alchemical weapons, automatically floating and unfolding, forming an impenetrable defense network in front of them, protecting himself and the First Lady.

If this kind of defense formed by a single-soldier force field shield encounters the output of a high-level psychic, it will not last longer than paper, but it is still enough to deal with this kind of telekinesis-driven hidden weapon.

As for the security director of the Waying people, because he was standing far away and not covered by the shield, he clearly relied on his suddenly expanded body and steel-like skin to get through it, but he was indeed stabbed all over and felt pain all over, which made him angry and embarrassed.

He endured the pain and shouted, "Shoot!"

His men woke up as if from a dream, and pulled the trigger one after another. These soldiers, who were also wearing the uniforms of the Community, were much more elite than most of the Community Marines, or even the security guards of the Presidential Palace Secret Service. All the bullets they fired were aimed at the two brothers from the Spiritual Research Society, and not even one shot deviated from the target.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of crisp collisions and flying sparks.

Large numbers of telekinetic flying blades unfolded on the sides of the two men, forming an equally impenetrable steel shield wall that bounced back all the bullets.

Compared with the force field shield, the sound and light effects of this scene are indeed much more gorgeous.

Amid the rhythmic sound of metal colliding, the members of the presidential guard raised their hands and even threw away the weapons at their waists before they were even pointed at by guns. After all, they were just bodyguards with only short and weak pistols. If they really fought, they would definitely not be a match for the uniformed team.

... And then again, who would think of carrying a rifle on their own ship? This was clearly a deliberate plot by the other party, and it was definitely not the fault of these hardworking presidential guards!

Of course, no matter how heartless President Nishita was, he couldn't sleep anymore and shouted, "Everyone, everyone, stop fighting. Please stop fighting! This is an order, an order!"

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to his reaction. After all, President Keith Nishita had already died for his country, right?

Even his wife ignored her husband and just took two steps back, with a lightsaber in her hand but not unsheathed.

However, the Argonian captain and the Wayingian security director had already revealed their blue blades. They were clearly wearing the officer uniforms of the Community, but even if they were changed into the uniforms of the Transcendental Administration, it would still be very appropriate.

As if in response, the two Earthlings on the opposite side also displayed the same red light blades.

Thus, inside the bridge of this small ship, the atmosphere suddenly became spiritual.

It must be acknowledged that, although the lightsaber is a psychic weapon with a lot of flaws, in terms of portability, versatility and cost-effectiveness, it is almost the best psychic weapon.

Again, although this thing is a specialty of the Alliance, there are at least 800 if not 1,000 of them flowing into the universe every year. It is not surprising to see a lightsaber expert appear in any corner.

No wonder my uncle said that the lightsaber is the AK of the psychic world! Yu Chang thought to himself.

He quickly assessed the situation at the scene. The presidential guards were ready to surrender, so they could not help much. Then, he and his senior brother had to deal with the armed security team while facing at least three enemy psychics.

The eldest brother actually has three rings of hard power, but he is said to be a pacifist and not good at fighting. As for me, I have to use my telekinetic flying blades to defend against cold guns while dancing with swords to fight against the psychics of the alliance. This is not an easy task.

However, now that things have come to this, can we still retreat? The worst that can happen is to fight to the death.

Although Yuchang was unable to digest the amount of information today, when it comes to fighting spirit, he is no worse than anyone else.

But at this moment, an alarm sounded in the bridge of the He'an, disrupting the tense confrontation between the two sides.

The first mate hiding in front of the operating table on the lower deck of the bridge reported timidly: "Madam, Captain, it's the Community Fleet."

Soon, on the screen, everyone clearly saw the emerald green New Chang'an planet, as well as a Starport 1-type light cruiser and three Salamander 4-type destroyers that were heading towards them. They were all old ships that had been in service for nearly a century.

In other words, it is shocking that these antiques, full of vicissitudes of life, can still move.

However, even with these antiques, it would be quite easy to destroy their armed merchant ships.

Then, a clear prompt tone came from the communicator.

The first mate certainly didn't dare to hide it, and quickly reported: "It's a communication request from the Minister of the Community Army, Marshal Norm Paris."

Everyone in the boat looked at each other.

This time, the guards with guns were the ones who were at a loss. Even the president's wife did not hide her surprise, and the hostile spiritual pressure completely dissipated.

As for Juque, he had already retracted his lightsaber and opened his hands to the lady. This was both a way of showing that he had no hostility and a way of showing off.

Yu Chang clearly saw the eldest senior brother's raised mouth corner. It was obvious that the latter had already expected that the appearance of the Paris fleet was reasonable.

He wasn't prepared to die here at all.

The First Lady shook her head and sighed, then sat back in her chair as if admitting defeat.

However, at this moment, President Nishita seemed to be invigorated, and he held his head high and said, "All right, everyone, put down your weapons. In this national crisis, we must not do anything that would bring sorrow to our own people and pleasure to our enemies."

He didn't necessarily understand the situation completely, but at least he could feel that the atmosphere at the scene had eased a lot, which of course also meant that his situation was safe.

"Also, first mate, get on the line. I want to speak to Marshal Paris," he ordered again.

"Darling..." The president's wife didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She now felt that, in a sense, her husband was indeed a talent!

But then, the next scene changed so much that she was furious. She clearly saw that the captain suddenly took a step and flashed behind President Nishita, and thrust the lightsaber in his hand into his back without hesitation.

This was a scene that was completely unexpected to everyone present.

I took my little cat out to bask in the sun today and forgot to upload it. I just got home, so I'm a little late, please forgive me.