Him and their stars.

Chapter 1887 Brunhilde's Lost

The masters of the Spiritual Research Society were indeed familiar with the ways of nature, so they naturally chose to refuse without hesitation.

Ten thousand meters underground, the territory deployed by the Astral Knights had already expanded to all the space, suppressing the twisted mass of metal slime to the point where it could hardly move.

Ten minutes ago, it was a magnificent golem made of crystal with a halo of light wings spread out behind it, exuding the aura of a final boss that would put the entire group of protagonists in a tough battle.

But now, it seems to have degenerated into slime.

For a dignified Lord of the Void Realm, this should be the most humiliating scene, right?

Thus, on that twisted metal mass emitting an ominous light, wails, screams, roars and curses in various languages ​​continuously emanated from behind the constantly changing liquid fluid, constituting a tangible spiritual pollution.

Unformed and hideous faces kept appearing on the surface of the metal mass, struggling and screaming, but then constantly dispersing, like the concrete manifestation of the resentment of countless dead people before they died.

These malicious thoughts materialized into tangible mental shocks, but before they could harm the surrounding enemies, they were completely annihilated by the brilliant sun ahead.

Brunhilde stood in front of this twisted monster. The strong light of the Dawn Dragon mecha that enveloped her, the sharp sunlight, became less dazzling and bright after passing through the area of ​​the banner behind her, but became more holy, more solemn, and more profound.

It was as if the sunlight turned into the sealed primordial light when the universe first exploded.

Such brilliance is sacred to ordinary people, but it may be fatal to the beings in the virtual realm. The body is constantly vaporizing in the light, or in other words, it is constantly being decomposed into harmless particles.

Mental pollution and the gathering of evil thoughts still exist, but under the illumination of white light, the voices echoing in the knights' minds are becoming less and less.

The Astral Knights all knew that they were about to win.

But even so, the overflow of virtual world information is inevitable after all.

At this time, Lieutenant General Ostana Barr, who had been holding the Great Banner, also received a report from outside: "Wofna reported that six landing points have been locked. Currently, more than 14000 outer evil spirits have entered the earth, but they are all at the level of virtual soldiers. The damage can be controlled to a minimum."

"Very good." Brunhildt responded nonchalantly while staring at the slime that continued to struggle under her strong light.

She seemed to want to remember all the faces that had passed through the monster.

"In addition, the island structure of Eternal City was indeed affected, but it has been stabilized. Disaster relief is still ongoing. The confirmed death toll is 817, and 1000 people are still missing."

The chief of staff was a person who disdained to falsify such data. This meant that the tsunami that submerged most of the outlying islands caused damage equivalent to the collapse of a building.

Moreover, considering that it was the noble area of ​​Eternal City that was flooded, the rest of the citizens might even applaud.

"Also, as per your instructions, Nerhana's team has found the secret base of the Snakes at the Ancient Caucasus Pass. They killed 87 mercenaries including two psykers and captured 121 people, but they didn't catch any bigger fish. The fleet has been on alert in orbit."

"Hehe, why are you still on guard? Those who can slip away would have naturally slipped away long ago... Snakes are slippery and have always been like this. I have failed, and they have to leave as well. No, they had already left when I left Eternal City and came down here. Hahaha, for them, once this great experiment begins, it will be a success no matter what, right? Hahaha, these are my partners." A deep old man's voice was heard from the slime of the metal slime.

His voice was weak and slow, indeed that of an old man, but it was indeed very clear.

That was of course Mao Yuanzuo's voice.

When the will of the virtual realm lord began to dissipate, the memories of humans took over again. Then, the blurry face of a withered old man gradually emerged on the silver viscous liquid: "Your Highness, all this is within the emperor's expectations. He was here, he really was here! He was here just now."

The Star Knights looked at each other, thinking that this old monster was about to be beaten to death, so he started talking nonsense.

His Majesty the Emperor personally attended the Privy Council meeting yesterday and delivered a very important speech, which was recorded in the Privy Council meeting minutes.

Brunhilde did not refute, but stared at the blurred face expressionlessly. She felt a trace of the residual soul of a human being, and her heart was slightly touched.

"Domination is the real power. Hehehe, I am no longer a human being, but I have never had such a wonderful experience! My destiny is about to end, but I finally realized this at the end..."

That trace of remnant soul was extinguished. It was not until this moment that Mao Yuanzuo was truly dead.

However, that monster that is neither human nor ghost is still there, or in other words, when the information from the virtual world is gathered and exists, this strange existence will never end.

"Young Highness, young Queen, there will be a day sooner or later, right? He said he would convey this to you. He said he wanted you to learn to feel this power... Hehehe, I understand now. I have been struggling in his applause! I am just his nourishment. But, Your Highness, you are also his bait. Who is not his bait? Nourishment! Bait! He is the monster, the real monster!"

The old, withered face suddenly blossomed into a gaping bloody mouth again, with the scream of collapse and boiling heat gathering behind the huge mouth. The transparent liquid body began to expand and solidify crazily, as if it had turned into a space crystal cluster that was constantly multiplying.

However, Brunhild had already stretched out her hand and reached into its open mouth.

The monster's fate seemed to be pinched, and its shrill roars and boiling beams of light came to an abrupt halt. Its crystal body, which had been so hard to condense, began to crack, shatter, peel off, and dissolve.

A dark red polyhedron that was beating like a heart appeared in front of everyone. At that moment, countless dead souls wailed their last, but before they could pollute everyone's mind, they were melted by the white light.

King Suliuka sneered: "Even the pain at the end was a fake. The Empire spent half a century to support such a broken-back dog? Who is responsible for this?"

The chief of staff hesitated for a moment: "Strictly speaking, Mao Yuanzuo is not supported by the empire. During the last rebellion, he was also on the wanted list. Besides, he is not a dog."

Mao Yuanzuo, one of the leaders of the rebellion, was not one of them, but it was not clear after he became the prime minister. It was even more unclear about his Gongrong Party.

"Yes, it's worse than a dog. Pah... After fighting for so long, this is all we got." Brunhildt snorted coldly and clapped his hands, "Clean up the scene, and withdraw the troops. Also, how long will the virtual invasion last? Let the Angel of Dawn give me an answer within ten minutes. In addition, no virtual objects above the soldier level are allowed to invade civilian gathering points."

Ostana nodded and passed on the master's order through the terminal in the helmet. She was a well-trained chief of staff, so she would not ask about the matters of the Spiritual Research Association at this time.

"And what Mao Yuanzuo said just now..."

"It's just the dying ravings of a broken-backed dog." Brunhild snorted coldly.

The chief of staff hesitated for a moment and said, "I heard that during the time of Eyal I, the emperor even signed his own name with a psychic array. He was keen on knightly tournaments and mecha fights, and would even participate in them himself. He used so many methods to prove his military exploits, but he was still regarded as the weakest supreme ruler of the empire in a thousand years."

"You mean to say that he over-pursued martial arts that he was not good at, and instead lost his original intention, harming the country, the people, and himself."

"No, what I mean is that the reason why he became like this is because he was surrounded by people like Mao Yuanzuo. However, even such an emperor still created his own achievements. The fault tolerance mechanism of the Galactic Empire is more powerful than we imagined."

"What do you want to say, Ostana?" "A person who aims to be the supreme ruler of the Galactic Empire and dreams of bringing prosperity and order to half of the galaxy and even the entire world cannot tolerate only such smart, loyal, talented, and strong-willed ministers as his subordinates." Ostana said as a matter of course.

Brunhild was speechless for a moment, probably because she was so shocked that she had nothing to say.

"The important thing is, Your Highness, your likes and dislikes are still too obvious."

"..."

Although her lord was still speechless, Ostana was not ready to stop. She raised her head and said proudly, "In the final analysis, the Bolt-Headed Troll on the throne will also make use of subordinates and talents like Gilly who are both civil and military. How can it show the king's means? A true saint king must make good use of mediocre people and villains, or in other words, especially villains. This kind of common sense needs to be reminded by your subordinates, right?"

Brunhild was ridiculed badly, but for a moment she actually felt that what the other party said made sense.

"Your Highness, I feel that your current actions, whether it is announcing the demise of the community in advance, preparing to use the situation to clean up the filth of the earth, or even running to Jincheng early to handle private matters, or even the attack on Mao Yuanzuo just now, lack a bit of calmness and wisdom, as if you can't wait to prove something. Is this my illusion?"

King Suliuka hesitated for a moment, then nodded calmly: "You are right, I am indeed a little anxious now."

Did that dream actually move you so much? Ostana looked at her master meaningfully.

"Hahaha, but I will adapt and adjust myself. Thank you, Ostana. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be lost. I can't even tell the difference between the arrogance brought by power and the anxiety of not getting it. If there is any aspect of the empire that is truly cursed, it is probably this."

"No. As long as you continue to give in to him... no, I mean, I will miss him, then I won't be lost, let alone confused. Of course, I will be anxious because I can't get what I want."

The knights present were all wearing helmets and their expressions could not be seen, but they had already dispersed to study the texture of the stone cracks in the patio, as if the ordinary reinforced concrete contained endless cosmic truths.

Brunhild had to examine herself and wonder if she was too indulgent towards her subordinates.

Ostana said seriously, "I swear by the spirit of the universe and the tail of the old dragon I raised, I am really not mocking you. I do believe that only a humane anchor can connect to the most real world and ensure the king's rationality, wisdom and kindness. A cold and purely political animal is not necessarily a good king, and decisions made out of pure utilitarianism are not necessarily the most real."

"…Which book did you read recently to gain this insight?"

"Your Highness, you have to understand. The book can actually be read upright, and of course it can also be read upside down."

While the master was thinking, the chief of staff looked at the dark red crystal again and said thoughtfully: "This should be the core crystal of this kind of virtual realm lord. Its properties need further verification. But it is basically certain that it is of the highest quality."

Even if we only get this crystal, it will be enough to offset all the expenses of this operation.

Brunhilde nodded: "Contain them immediately and get the alchemy laboratory on the Angel of Dawn ready..."

Before she finished speaking, a light and soothing buzzing sound was faintly heard in the room. It was the remaining ethereal beasts in the room, which were also completely dispelled by the spiritual light in the field. In the slowly extinguished blood light, a large amount of high-quality zero elements were materializing.

As for the crystal floating in the sky, its color suddenly became much brighter and brighter, directly changing from the gloomy dark red to the bright red.

Then, it seemed to have lost the support of the anti-gravity effect and fell from a height of ten meters.

However, before the knights rushed to catch it, they saw a space crack suddenly open up in the trajectory of free fall.

A small turtle with a gorgeous mane half-exposed from the crack. Its appearance should still have some majesty of a mythical beast, but because of its gentle eyes and breath, it is actually a bit naive and even harmless.

He stretched out his sturdy little claws and let the dark red crystal fall into them.

The knights were all stunned for a moment.

They couldn't be blamed for this. In fact, even Brunhilde and Ostana hadn't expected such a development.

The little turtle waved his hand and hid the red crystal in his shell. He also made a human face to the knights. His little head then retracted into the space crack and disappeared on the spot.

The atmosphere at the scene was quite awkward for a moment.

The knights looked at Brunhilde with an expressionless face and dared not even breathe.

But a few seconds later, the young queen burst into a heroic laugh, almost laughing so hard that she could not stand up straight.

……

No matter what, September 834 Common Calendar is destined to be a very significant event in the history of Earth civilization.

The first day of this month was the official surrender ceremony of the Blue Star Community. The Galactic Empire's Emperor Election, representing the will of the Emperor and the Privy Council, announced the demise of a legitimate country with a Galactic Civilization Parliament.

This behavior was naturally criticized by the public opinion. But words are not real swords, they cannot affect the real dragon, and to some extent they can even be regarded as honor.

Even after the establishment of the Galactic Civilization Council, the Galactic Empire has done many things that are detrimental to the country and its people.

Then, it was September 9th. At 5:07 in the morning local time, a sudden tsunami and earthquake struck the former capital of the Blue Star Community.

This island city located in the middle of the Pacific Ocean suddenly fell into unprecedented turmoil.

At this point, the city's name became the biggest irony.

Fortunately, the tsunami only flooded part of the South Island, destroyed most of the luxury villas and those luxurious mansions in the style of the imperial palace, and swept away many noble figures. After all, the most densely populated urban area on the main island did not bear the direct impact of the tsunami, but only some houses collapsed in the earthquake. It was a blessing in disguise.

Then, the Imperial rescue team arrived at the scene within 15 minutes.

Under the complicated gazes of the citizens of Eternal City, the well-trained imperial soldiers quickly used anti-gravity reconstruction equipment to stabilize the entire island and set up shelters and medical points in safe areas. Spider-sized robots were scattered into the cracks in the ground and collapsed buildings on every street, looking for all possible survivors.

The officers and soldiers of the Galactic Empire enjoyed the sense of superiority and abuse of the conquerors, which was the unavoidable original sin of carbon-based social animals. But when they entered the territory of the community under the leadership of King Suliuka, they first enjoyed the sense of honor of liberators in New Atlantis, and now they also began to enjoy the sense of mission of protection.

They were destined to feel more of such complex feelings in the following days.