Him and their stars.

Chapter 2003 Waiting for the younger generation to defeat the enemy

Bonaparte's fleet? Where did Bonaparte's fleet come from? Is it Ferdinand Bonaparte or Eleanor Bonaparte?
In that instant, the very thought that flashed through Yu Lian's mind was: Bonaparte's fleet? Where did Bonaparte's fleet come from?

Fortunately, Yu Lian didn't utter those foolish words aloud. This probably means that although he had just gone through a high-intensity mental battle, his overall mental structure should still be salvageable.

perhaps……

His gaze quickly shifted to a new, automatically rising screen beside him. In the starport on the side of Fortress 1 facing away from the stargate, several transport ships, clearly bearing the hallmarks of guerrilla warfare and communists, were entering the port. Meanwhile, within a safe distance outside the port, over thirty more warships of various sizes were also present.

The Lexington and Saratoga sisters were renowned for their military exploits, as was the Enterprise, which was a dimension more advanced than them, and of course, the iconic Aurora.

The arrival of the senior student and Wayne was a pleasant surprise, even faster than I had imagined.

It was certainly a pleasant surprise that they passed through the stargate faster than the Imperial fleet on the New World.

Small unmanned transport boats are constantly moving in and out of the starport and warships, like a swarm of diligent worker bees.

This roughly explains why the tool robots and all the supplies in Fortress 1 have also taken on the shape of humans, which is still a pleasant surprise.

At this point, it wasn't just a superficial combination of happiness; it was a triple delightful experience. As for Yu Lian, he truly felt a blissful time that felt like a dream.

He smiled faintly, letting his weary body lean back. The Bifang robot, which seemed to appear out of nowhere, transformed and combined itself behind him into a comfortable recliner, completely embracing his body.

Xiao Hui glared at Yu Lian and sneered, "They're enough to serve the Emperor in the Dragon Palace. If we cause 10,000 people in the Heraldry Institute and the Palace Affairs Bureau to lose their jobs, then that'll be our contribution, right?"

"Doesn't this show how well you've trained them?" Yu Lian couldn't help but laugh.

"What, so you mean you actually want me to serve the emperor?"

"It's just a possibility. Do you understand what a possibility is? In the end, a person's fate still depends on their own efforts."

The two exchanged a glance, then responded with three emotionless chuckles each. Little Grey then said, "When the reinforcements arrived, they already informed your subordinates that an Imperial fleet was following behind them and would be crossing the nebula in about half a day. Considering the fleet waiting in front of you, you're now caught in a pincer movement."

"We've gotten used to being double-teamed."

This act was quite convincing, and Xiao Hui expressed some satisfaction. Of course, she still expressed some doubt about Yu Lian's actions of pulling out an ebony stone after finishing his lollipop:

"So, you're not going to get involved in this battle?"

"It's all just routine; we can just sit back and watch the younger generation defeat the enemy."

Yu Lian then completely settled himself into the comfortable seat on the observatory, savoring the sweet taste melting in his mouth and the tingling pain in his head gradually dissipating.

"Aren't you afraid that when you wake up again, you'll already be a prisoner of the empire?"

“If my comrades are destined to be defeated without me, then they deserve to perish in the starry sky, and I might as well become a prisoner of the Empire,” Yu Lian said.

“That makes sense, but even if your entire army is wiped out, it has nothing to do with me. I have no obligation to them.” Little Gray spread her hands and said, “But what about them? If you wipe them all out, won’t I be captured too? The ancient agreement on prohibited matters stipulates that I cannot take action. At least I cannot directly take action.”

Yu Lian offered his sincere blessings: "Then all I can say is, good luck."

"Why do I feel like you're happy about this? So you can just sit on a woman's back without any guilt or pressure, right? You're the kind of person I know all too well!"

Amidst Miss AI's complaints, Yu Lian closed his eyes. His senses once again shut out the influence of the physical world, plunging him into the realm of his own consciousness.

After a campaign across the Telai sector, he destroyed Slumber and Irontop, rescuing his comrades captured after the Battle of the Ring of Miracles. Finally, he successfully used a ruse to capture the Gate of Glory fortress and also effortlessly broke through the trap set by the High Priest of Norddos.

He not only outperformed the Grand Star Official in his area of ​​expertise, but also, barring any unforeseen circumstances, dealt a heavy blow to King Wei and the other spy who was holding the fort.

In worldly terms, Commander Yu Lian certainly won big.

However, the data imprint left by the High Priest of Norddos at the end turned this victory into a treacherous mid-game.

He truly fought a life-or-death battle with himself, and also dramatically chose to retreat, as if everything he did was for this information cluster.

In the corridors of his own memory, Yu Lian saw the collection of information, like a secret treasure chest hidden deep within a palace.

However, what's interesting is that in this world, whether you find treasure or evil spirits in a treasure chest depends entirely on yourself.

That's far too subjective and idealistic! Yu Lian laughed and reached out to open the treasure chest.

...This time, he saw the figure standing on the domed plaza. Armor bathed in golden morning light enveloped the imposing body, standing there like a majestic statue.

This was a familiar square. Yu Lian felt he must have seen it before. And it must have been someone he knew. After all, all the emperors of the empires draped in the dragon of dawn shared a similar aura.

Perhaps the only difference is Brunhilde in that virtual timeline.

However, that was ultimately just a virtual scenario.

Yu Lian roughly understood where the sense of déjà vu in the current scene came from.

“Oh, um, should I say it’s been a long time, Your Majesty?” Yu Lian said.

The statue draped in the dragon of dawn turned its head, its magnificent mask unfolding to reveal a familiar face.

Isn't he the same person I encountered in the virtual timeline, the one who was the father and daughter in the story of filial piety, but in real history he was just a background character for the "undying dragon" Iwenya, the emperor Boro III who led his army deep into the heart of the galaxy but was trapped and killed by the army of raiders?
Then, he died from the dragon flame that was meant to incinerate his daughter.

This is truly an old acquaintance in the literal sense.

However, compared to the madness and clumsiness he had witnessed on that timeline, this person looking down at him with no emotion in his eyes and a peaceful and solemn expression remained like a high and mighty deity.

Then, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and the solemn deity gained a touch of humanity.

"I hope this encounter will lead to a dignified consensus." The emperor's tone was calm, carrying a benevolent quality that came with the passage of time. Thus, he not only became more human, but his entire being even appeared somewhat benevolent.

However, Yu Lian's brow twitched involuntarily.

He had experienced this feeling before, and more than once.

One instance, of course, was in New Seville back then, where he retrieved what his brother Salvin had hidden in the Treasury of Will, and in the flow of time, he met the "young Emperor Elisher".

Before launching his attack, that "young emperor" was indeed a magnificent and heroic exemplar. In any heroic legend, he would undoubtedly be a humanoid succubus, the protagonist of the era.

The other time was in real life.

After the 250th War God Festival concluded, he, the chosen champion, was received by the Emperor. The Supreme Ruler, who had ruled the Galactic Empire for nearly two centuries, chatted with him like a kind elder. He gifted him the weapon he had personally forged years ago, offered advice on cultivation, and once again sincerely expressed his wish to recruit him.

Yu Lian was deeply moved, and then refused the emperor without hesitation.

The emperor smiled in understanding. He seemed indifferent to everything, as if he were always on the side of the victors of time.

Yes, this supreme being who rules half the universe has never seemed like a mortal; he's more like a god playing the role of a mortal. He seems to be thoroughly enjoying this game, as if he's seriously playing house.

But that's all.

Yu Lian stared at the other person: "Your Majesty, what exactly are you?"

Emperor Boro III, however, proudly declared: "I rule this empire, leading the Tirelo people to conquer, to dominate, to expand. And then, I will lead human civilization into a new era, venturing to the far reaches of the stars."

Yu Lian responded with the same arrogant sneer: "I've heard that before, you must not have made it up, right?"

He smiled and pointed at Yu Lianzheng, saying, "As for the rest, there's no need to say more. Five hundred years ago, I was simply looking for an answer."

"Are you all searching for answers?" Yu Lian asked curiously.

"This is a question, and also an answer. Should you seek it out, or try to understand it yourself? Are you really willing to hear my answer?" The emperor revealed a mysterious smile, which was not at all unfathomable, but more like a mischievous old man playing tricks on people.

“It’s truly pathetic…” Yu Lian sighed.

"For every person who is pitiful, there is another who is addicted to it." Emperor Boro III looked down at Yulian.

"No, I'm talking about myself. Just the thought that you, such a riddle-solving person, are a manifestation of my spirit makes me feel that my mental state might be beyond redemption." Yu Lian wiped his face.

“Very good,” the emperor said.

"very good?"

"Yes, a troubled mental state is often necessary for the search for truth. Many of us are like that."

Immediately afterwards, golden blades of light extended from the arms of his armor.

However, a golden blade of light of the same color and with the same undulations also rushed forward.

Where the disintegrating energy collided, endless lightning burst forth, illuminating the surrounding void.