Him and their stars.

Chapter 1880 Marshal Li Died Too Late

However, in the oppressive shadow of this underground world, the gloomy and terrifying soul fire suppressed under the old body suddenly subsided.

Mao Yuanzuo's fingers seemed to pass through the passage beside him with the fingers of a dead branch, and a faint light trembled and lit up, like a ghost fire that was about to go out.

In the reflection of the dark embers, the wrinkled and haggard face was revealed. The expression looked tired and stiff, as if it was difficult for him to even put on a slightly lively smile.

After not seeing him for a while, this old monster who controlled the political arena of the Blue Star Community from behind the scenes looked even older than when he held his birthday party. He actually wore an exo-skeleton to move around, with silver-gray nerve conduits pulsating on his spine. The skin on his neck, which was not covered by armor or clothes, was obviously gray and dry, exuding a dead color like a zombie.

He uttered a hoarse voice, like a rusty old clock vibrating in a dilapidated building: "My life should have ended long ago. The last twenty years of my life were just an instinctive struggle in despair, like an old dog trying to survive. All the glory and ambition, all the progress and climbing in the past, are like the dark history of adolescence that I can't bear to look back on."

One of the founding fathers of the Blue Star Community was probably making a painful summary of his first half of life.

The only person he was talking to at this time, the mercenary called "Flintfire", who was also a member of the Thirteen Faces of the World-Ringing Serpent, also fell into a brief silence.

He is a Skaloo, a rare psychic-sensitive race in the universe. When he reaches the third ring, he can unlock a very wonderful racial talent. The cells on his body surface will have superb mimicry functions like nanomachines and fluid metal.

However, although their mimicry is magical, it may not be able to hide from the most sophisticated detection equipment, and is just a poor sleight of hand in front of the spiritual vision of high-level psychics.

Of course, they also have a rare psychic-sensitive constitution, but it is only easy to awaken psychic power, but it is almost impossible to reach the level of a saint. Since the reliable history with detailed written records, the strongest person is only a seventh ring, which is really incomparable to humans.

In this way, the Skaloo people's talent for transformation is far from a gift from heaven, but rather a curse from the spirit of the universe. This is especially true for a minority group that does not even have its own country or planet.

Before the Common Era, before the establishment of the Galactic Civilization Council, their Skaull people were regarded as "shapeshifters" by human overlords and discriminated against by the entire universe. The most promising legal job they could find was to work as a stuntman in the Alliance's film and television studios - after all, one person can play several roles, and because they are a psychically sensitive race, they are generally quite durable.

Of course, "Suihuo" has suffered a lot to be where it is today.

As a hard worker from a minority race, he naturally disliked this kind of life experience that was about to make him old and smell like a corpse. Not uttering any vulgar words was already a sign of great cultivation.

"But you have come up with such a grand and imaginative plan that even alarmed the leader of the alliance. Providing you with all the help I can and witnessing your end is an order directly issued by the 'Lawbreaker' on behalf of the 'Future Prince'."

"Mr. Suihuo, ahahahaha, young warrior, you misunderstood me. I am not waiting to die, but I have chosen differently from my past comrades. In the past hundred years, whether as a psychic or a person of power, I have climbed to my limits. In the past years, the only truth I have learned from the fate of my old friends is that people have limits after all. If my life can really be related to 'imagination', this is probably the only reason."

He let out a low and suppressed laugh, or rather, it was more like a ghost simulating the emotional expression of "laughing". His remaining spiritual energy drove the power skeleton and dragged his withered body forward.

They soon passed through this winding passage. The phosphorescent light fell into a wide space, casting a dim candlelight on this deep world, as if turning it into a ghost cave.

It was a space with a diameter of more than 30 meters, like a deep well. The bottom of the well was unfathomable, as if it was directly connected to the center of the earth.

In other words, it's more like a direct connection to hell.

Suihuo didn't feel any energy changes, but he inexplicably felt a little palpitation, and couldn't help but flash a look of admiration in his eyes: "I only know that the organization cooperated with you to build a huge underground city network under the surface of the earth, but I didn't expect it to be such a large-scale project."

Whether it was the passage they had just passed through or the space hidden under the thick continental rock, it was all part of a huge and sophisticated underground city defense network. In the spider-web-like passages and underground spaces, millions of troops, more than 100 million tons of military supplies and equipment, as well as power generation equipment and simple arsenals could be hidden without any problem.

A considerable part of the passages were even buried in the sea, and were made of special elastic materials that were not afraid of earthquakes and tsunamis. They connected all the continents on this planet across the vast Pacific Ocean, including the Eternal City in the middle of the ocean.

In this way, even if the earth was conquered, the soldiers could continue to rely on this underground project to resist to the end. For the universe at that time, this was the past years they had always needed.

This project was started when the community was just founded, and of course it was started in secret. Until now, the existence of this project is also one of the state secrets. And except for the founding fathers who were responsible for the overall construction, no one has mastered the full picture of this super-large city defense project.

...Mao Yuanzuo, the "number one traitor to the country", is the only person involved who is still alive.

But in reality, it was difficult to complete this project with the national strength and technical capabilities of the community when it was just established.

Only a few people know that it was not the Alliance but the Snake that provided a lot of support to the Earth at that time.

Of course, even fewer people know that the person in charge of this project was none other than the dying Mao Yuanzuo.

Even after Marshal Victoria Li's death, the old guard began to fight back, the comprador faction was thriving, and the idea that it was better to buy than to make was rampant. The then Prime Minister Mao Yuanzuo still showed great courage and insisted on completing this grand project.

Suihuo said: "This is actually your achievement. Even if the Earth really falls, with this project, the warriors who are unwilling to succumb to the conquerors can continue to resist. It's a pity that such a grand project is a military secret. If the world knew what you did in the past, they would not have such a big misunderstanding and prejudice against you."

Although this statement was suspected of deliberate flattery, the admiration was still somewhat genuine. Mao Yuanzuo's performance was quite indifferent: "Facing the conquerors who have an absolute advantage, the complete underground city facilities have always been the most clumsy, but also the most effective method. I am just imitating the predecessors of various countries and ethnic groups."

He continued forward and was the first to board the elevator at the end of the passage.

As the two men slowly sank toward the bottom of space, the community's only remaining founding father began to be humble.

"I was only the supervisor of this project. Your organization provided technical advice and introduced Libra Bank to provide us with a loan. However, it was Marshal Li who insisted on completing the project against all odds. Hahaha, my best friend, my classmate, my captain... my brave and naive leader. At that time, I was as brave and naive as he was."

He laughed at himself, but his breath became weaker and weaker, as if he was reminiscing about something.

However, this state did not last long. His voice suddenly became sharp, like a wounded beast, and he roared with deep resentment: "I wish he had died ten years earlier! If he had died in the rebellion, I would have understood these truths long ago! Why did he die at that time?"

Suihuo looked coldly at the back of the man wrapped in the exo-powered skeleton, and vaguely saw the shadow of a virtual monster. He took a step back calmly, his hand already on the hilt of the special lightsaber.

Of course, the snake head had no intention of taking action, he just wanted to make himself feel a little safer.

In fact, his attention had been attracted by the spectacular and bizarre facilities that appeared in his sight.

It is located at the bottom of this underground space, and at first glance it looks like a ferocious giant tree.

The columnar trunk, which required seven or eight people to hug, extended straight from the bottom to the more magnificent dome, and its surface was covered with nano-scale etched lines that looked like integrated circuits.

These lines still faintly glow with scarlet light against the pitch-black background, but if you really look closely, the strange and enchanting red light has already disappeared.

People who witnessed the giant tree could clearly feel the presence of blood, but they could not see it with their naked eyes, as if the concept of "vision" had been erased at this level.

This might also be a kind of quantum entanglement. This is what Suihuo, who dropped out of middle school to become a war hyena, thought.

Hundreds of main branches branched out from the trunk, showing a strange fusion of biological nerve bundles and mechanical pipes. The black alloy covering the surface was split into a cage-like structure of biological ribs at the fork. And inside these "ribs", there were rice-sized scarlet diamonds suspended. They cruised in the cage-like space, and the tracks they drew were like nebulae flowing, forming each cage into an independent space.

And when these spaces merge above the huge black tree canopy, it seems to have transformed into a new universe.

Virtual Realm? For some reason, Suihuo subconsciously had this perception. He had only been to the Virtual Realm once in his life, and he followed the seniors of the organization in a muddle-headed way, but he almost lost his life.

The "universe" made up of red light in front of me is obviously completely different from the strange world in my memory, but it gives me a strange sense of déjà vu.

He decided to trust this sense of déjà vu.

This unique facility is indeed connected to the virtual world!

"It grows so fast, so fast. It should have grown faster a long time ago. Yes, I said it a long time ago. Victoria Lee died too late! The war came too late!" Mao Yuanzuo's tone was full of longing and yearning, and the twisted spirit hidden in the old body became even more hideous, like a demon twisting its body towards the abyss.

The old psychic struggled to drive his mecha, dragging his decaying body, and approached the tree that held a "virtual world". He staggered, but his movements were without hesitation, like a zombie who wanted to jump into the vortex of flesh and blood.

"Forty years ago, when I found it, it looked like a crude work of art made of obsidian and agate. I placed it on the node of the earth's energy vein, but it only doubled in size... and in the year since the war, it has grown into this. Hahaha, psychic energy is the key to open the door to the virtual world, but psychic energy should not only come from material changes, but also from the spiritual realm. Yes, this war should have started long ago."

Yeah? So why not? Aren't you the president of the Common Prosperity Party? A long-term prime minister who has seen off four presidents? The emperor behind the scenes of the Earth? After Marshal Li, who else can suppress the political arena of the community? You want to start a war, isn't it easy?

You're just afraid that Lan Jiufeng will chop off your head.

...Of course, it is understandable. As long as Lan Jiufeng, the God of Killing, is not too busy, the snakes would not dare to cause trouble on Earth, let alone a mere Mao Yuanzuo?

Suihuo stared at Mao Yuanzuo's back silently, with a hint of disdain in his heart.

He is nothing more than a twisted monster who has lost his resolve and will and is only making wishes to the dark side of the universe.

...However, he also had to show considerable respect.

There are many monsters who make wishes to the virtual world, and there are even many cultists who worship the foreign evil spirits in the virtual world as gods, but those who offer their own bodies on the altar are truly rare and eccentric.