Him and their stars.

Chapter 2148 The parties involved should of course come.

As it turns out, just like the lightsabers that are commonplace on the opposing Alliance side, the atomic light spears on the Empire's side may already be in the public domain.

This is understandable, of course. The Tyrellians have always believed that they conquered the universe with lances, so it is only natural that everyone would know how to wield a light spear.

Thus, in the blink of an eye, the Stargazer Hermisa had already exchanged several blows with Duke Geribian. Her spear of light moved erratically, always managing to deflect the Duke's powerful and scorching strikes by the slightest margin, as if she had foreseen the direction of his attacks.

The constant buzzing of the disintegrating force fields was so loud it hurt people's eardrums, and even made the atmosphere inside the bridge much heavier.

This seems to be a clash between two schools of thought, two philosophies. Currently, it appears to be a draw.

However, if there were any experts present, they would immediately see that Lady Hermisa had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

Unfortunately, the true mastermind behind this battle—Lieutenant General Jaeger Sobek—huddled behind his command seat, his hands covering his head, feeling the piercing force field shrieks and air tremors generated by the collision of two powerful psionic energies within the bridge, and for a moment, he was completely at a loss as to what to do.

Well, although I disobeyed orders, you didn't say whose orders they were. Couldn't you have tried to persuade me a little more? Maybe if you used some coercion or bribery, I would have given in?

Why are you taking action right away?

Besides, if they were going to take action, they would have taken me down, knocked me unconscious, or stunned me, so why did they just pull out a knife and point it at my head?
How did things develop to this point? How can we skip all the processes and just get to the final result?
Well, once again, it proves that the Dragon King's bloodline truly embodies a duality of madness and greatness. The one wielding a knife on his own bridge is certainly one, and the one heading towards the capital should be too, right?

Thinking about this, Sobek felt extremely cold.

The one heading to the capital is my lord—under the concept of a dual monarchy—she has only shown her greatness so far, but what will I do if she goes mad one day?

The clash between the two saints was far too swift, exceeding everyone's expectations. Only the psionicists were able to finally find some breathing room and space to think amidst the intense spiritual pressure.

Aside from Sobek himself, who had rolled into his seat, Viscountess Serlu finally recovered from her shock.

Although she was only a third-ring cultivator, she never lacked rigorous training, family tradition, and rich combat experience. Without hesitation, she spread her five fingers, and the halo condensed in her palm to form the outline of a warhammer.

She decided to intervene in this sudden internal conflict almost without thinking. She had to stand with the commander… and her distant cousin, no matter what.

Of course, she also stood on the side of the people of the capital. The Viscountess told herself.

As for what Duke Gérard Béan said about will or something, who could possibly understand that?
Although Miss Sellu thought of a terrible possibility, she decided to forget about it immediately, since she simply couldn't understand it anyway!

She swung her arm in a wide arc, searching for an opportunity to attack.

But at that moment, another abrupt communication alert sounded. Accompanied by a short, crisp piece of music, a screen suddenly appeared in the center of the bridge of the Yutu-class destroyer, as if the curtain of the real universe had been forcibly torn open on the scene.

Everyone, including Hermisa and Duke Galibéan who were fighting, paused in their tracks.

On the screen, a female general in the Imperial Army's lieutenant general uniform, with an impeccable business smile, saluted the audience: "Lieutenant General Ostana Bal, Chief of Staff of the Imperial Terra Fleet and Secretary General of the Terra Military Governor's Office, salutes you."

Although her manners were impeccable, the mockery in her red eyes was all too obvious.

All the noise and psionic commotion on the bridge began to cool down. Everyone felt like they were actors in a third-rate farce, so embarrassed they could hardly contain themselves.

Duke Gérène withdrew his light spear, took a step back, and whistled at the starry sky outside the porthole, as if he hadn't been the one who had just made the move.

Lieutenant General Ostana Baal's famous "Lava Eyes" swept over Miss Hermisa, who had also withdrawn her light spear, with a smile. She then glanced at Viscount Sellu, who was frozen in place with her spirit-infused warhammer still in her hand, before finally settling on Lieutenant General Sobek, who was still hiding behind the command seat, only peeking out with half his head sticking out.

“I have brought with me the orders of His Highness Brunhilde, the Privy Council’s Seal Keeper and King of Suru.”

……

After Yu Lian completed another round of attack and defense with the emperor, and after suppressing his surging blood and spiritual energy to make a tactical retreat, he felt that he had lasted for at least more than five minutes.

So, if we've agreed to hold firm, there must be a way, right?
"The cracking rate has reached 76%. She's very efficient. You have to believe in your lover too! Keep it up, keep it up, keep it up!" Little Grey began to encourage Yu Lian in his ear: "Also, you only lasted 90 seconds."

Yu Lian looked at the wound on his shoulder. The small cut looked like it had been pricked by a sewing needle, and it would probably heal before Fei Fei arrived.

However, he could clearly feel that beneath his skin, the blood vessels in his burned muscles were crystallizing.

This is a kind of psionic corruption. Although it is pollution, it is upright and honorable. One can also use psionic energy to resist or even resolve it.

The premise is that the ghost of the emperor on the other side can give me that much time.

In the previous round, he lasted ninety seconds. It's hard to say how long he can last in the next round.

"It will be of no use for your girl to come," the emperor said. "She comes from the supreme bloodline of the Dawn Royal Family, but she is just a little girl, at least for now. One day she will surpass me, surpass all the previous emperors. I look forward to that day, even if I myself may never see it."

He let the spear made of crystal clusters hang naturally towards the ground, looking at Yu Lian with amusement, as if he were sizing up prey that had been driven to the brink of despair: "Is it possible that the more she progresses, the closer she gets to the Void Crown?"

Yu Lian sneered: "Your Majesty, trying to disrupt my Dao heart in this way is petty! And far too pretentious!"

The emperor nodded slightly and bowed apologetically: "Indeed... she grew up on Earth, but she grew up alongside you. You experienced the lives of ordinary people, yet you possess a level of awareness surpassing that of the Dragon King. This is an insult to your resolve. Please forgive me."

Yu Lian had no choice but to return the courtesy. Although such politeness always had a slightly affected feel to it, once he accepted this situation, such undignified behavior might affect his fighting spirit.

"Pretentious," Little Grey whispered in her ear.

This timely rejection might have carried a kind of spiritual effect, a scientific concept that he couldn't understand. It did reignite Yu Lian's fighting spirit, and even the crystalline infection that was eroding his cells at the wound site seemed to stop and dissipate.

In an instant, Yu Lian's entire combat posture became heroic and spirited once again.

He and the emperor simultaneously lowered their weapons, but before the second round of attacks began, their standoff shifted to a focus on their surroundings.

A strange cry suddenly exploded in the center of the garden. The space between Yu Lian and the Emperor, almost solidified by their combined energy, rippled violently like a lake tossed with a pebble! A spatial ripple abruptly tore open!
This is definitely not Fei Fei. That girl wouldn't make such a big fuss. Besides, if it were really her, she would have notified me telepathically the moment she opened the spatial passage, so I could find an opportunity to trick the emperor.

However, this time, before the spatial passage even opened, a boiling vortex of energy had already appeared, as if afraid that its entrance wouldn't be impressive enough.

So, is there any doubt about the identity of the visitor?

King Brunhilde of Suliuka slowly stepped out of the spatial portal before their very eyes. His brilliant golden hair blazed like divine fire the instant he passed through the spatial ripples.

She exhaled a heavy breath, clearly realizing that forcibly breaking through the spatial blockade was also very physically demanding, but her usually bright golden eyes were now burning with a fighting spirit more dazzling than the stars.

"Hi, Lian Qing!" She greeted Yu Lian with a sweet smile before turning to the emperor and bowing respectfully. "It's been a long time since I've paid my respects, Your Majesty! I haven't had a chance to formally express my gratitude to you since you appointed me as the Grand Seal Keeper of the Privy Council."

The emperor stared at the unexpected intruder, and for the first time, the spirit's face seemed to show a hint of surprise. This surprise quickly transformed into a complex expression that included a touch of relief.

"Puren, you finally came!"

"Shouldn't I come?"

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I came anyway."

Yu Lian watched coldly, his spear gleaming in the air, thinking to himself, "I'll just wait and see how you two get stuck in this endless loop. I have plenty of time."

Then Brunhilde said, "After all, I am one of the most important parties involved. How can I stand aside? Your Majesty, Lord Sobek's fleet can use forced march, and so can I."

The emperor praised, "The key to military strategy, besides thorough preparation and strategic planning, is actually flexibility. All civilized strategists should have similar maxims."

He looked at Yu Lian. The latter nodded and said, "Where we're from, we call it 'speed is of the essence in war'."

"However, even with all our efforts, my fleet has only just arrived in the Silver Stream System, and it will be at least three days before we reach the Heavenly Domain."

Suliuka is the king.

This is already faster than King Werrent's march. Yu Lian thought. Of course, that's assuming that king doesn't resort to forced marches. He now understood that these imperial dragon kings, when it really matters, can also set their own traps.

Brunhilde's gaze swept across the dome, then turned towards the direction of the battle on the outer ring: "This battle is destined to be missed. Your Majesty, do you think Jaeger Sobek will make the right judgment?"

"Who knows? I only ordered him to get to the capital as soon as possible. As for how he acts, let nature take its course." The emperor laughed. "To be honest, whatever they do is reasonable."

He wasn't lying. Yu Lian was surprised to find that he had no doubt about it at all. He couldn't help but exchange a glance with Brunhilde to make sure that the other person wasn't either.

The Emperor said, "Sobak's actions may determine the future direction of the Empire. Brin, it is your duty to adapt to this direction."

“I’m already doing it. It’s to protect myself from my poor distant cousin.” Brunhilde gave a pitying smile. “My poor cousin who’s always trying to act young and charlatan-like but is never wanted, my poor cousin who’s only half-baked at both being a schemer and a psychic, she’ll definitely do something under someone’s guidance. I used to think she was incredibly loyal to you, as loyal as a… loyal subject.”

Yu Lian was certain that Brunhilde's lips were lip-syncing to "a loyal dog," but changed his mind at the end to save face.

"I am already like this." The emperor spread his hands, as if to indicate that he was now just a harmless ghost.

"Well, even loyalty is half-hearted. As a result, the greatness within the dragon vein is hard to manifest, leaving only madness. I'm trying to salvage her historical reputation."

As she spoke, she naturally moved closer to Yu Lian, perhaps wanting to position the two of them side by side facing the emperor.

However, Yu Lian glanced at the Dragon King's daughter, who was talking eloquently, and felt that her current mental state was getting closer and closer to that of the spirit emperor, so he took a few steps further away.

"When did you start preparing?" The emperor looked at his Nth-generation direct great-granddaughter, feeling even more gratified.

“Preparations? I’m just making all the preparations that a chosen emperor would make. I never imagined that the situation in the Heavenly Realm would unfold like this. I guessed you would make some preparations, but I didn’t expect it to be such a monster. Believe it or not, Your Majesty, great-grandfather, I am also trying to salvage your historical reputation.” Brunhilde said, moving a little closer to Yu Lian.

So the latter moved a few more steps away.

“I believe you,” the emperor said with a smile. “But you entered my bedchamber so easily.”

"Yeah! Poor Feifei, she got overtaken on the curve. Click..." Little Gray's voice rang in Yu Lian's ears again, especially the last "click," which sounded quite mesmerizing. It sounded like the sound of cracking sunflower seeds.

Brunhilde laughed and said, "I am also a chosen emperor, so of course I have a spatial anchor point in Dragon's Palace. Then, after the Dawn Angel and Barbarossa arrived at the Silver Stream, I informed Earl Conrod and asked him to open the barrier lock."

Yu Lian pondered that King Suliuka had specifically mentioned Barbarossa, which meant that Giafil should also have been present, and even followed her to the capital.

However, he was certain that the scarlet comet was not there.

This is quite suggestive.

The emperor couldn't help but chuckle: "I never imagined that even my most trusted palace steward would betray me! Is this the loyalty of the Tirelo people?"

“You are mistaken. Your Majesty, if there is anyone who will follow you unconditionally, it is only Earl Conroy. You said that he should choose the action most beneficial to the Empire at the crucial moment. Now, he has indeed done so.” She moved a few more steps toward Yu Lian, who had no choice but to retreat again.

The emperor paused for a moment, then realized: "Yes, I did say that. Hahaha, when I turned two hundred, I felt like a twenty-year-old lad, capable of eternally controlling everything. Only when I reached that state did I truly realize my weakness. I should thank Lan Jiufeng."

Because of their movements, the emperor's spirit had no choice but to float clockwise a few times as well.

The two people and the ghost were like walking in circles in a small square in a garden.

"Hey! What do you mean?" Brunhilde finally couldn't hold back and shouted, "You heartless bastard, are you really going to keep your distance from me? Can you even manage to?"