Him and their stars.

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The Red Snow turned its bow around and, relying on its reinforced hull and engine, began a thrilling acceleration. However, this time it did not head towards the Weight Well ahead, and thus, the tragic sense of mission to rush towards the light was gone.

The Sky Shuttle-class cruise ship, which had breached all of the capital's security network, simply turned its bow and headed straight for the dense array of artificial lights flashing behind it. There, a group of fighter jets and patrol ships were stationary, along with hesitant groups of turrets and aircraft platforms, as well as the approaching Yutu and several battlecruisers.

Therefore, the more magnificent the Red Snow's previous charge, the more enthusiastic its retreat was, just like a pet dog running into its owner's arms.

Fortunately, nobody cares about that anymore.

All the important figures in the entire celestial realm who were watching this scene had already been completely captivated by the magnificent spectacle that suddenly rose from the edge of the galaxy.

It was a rainbow nebula that was suddenly boiling at the edge of the Milky Way!
Countless rainbow-like beams of light, like spears hurled by gods, tore through dimensional gaps and launched a flood-like attack on the voice that was almost hidden in the void.

However, the rainbow light only passed through the afterimage. The true form of the Earthling had already appeared in another location, a long spear made entirely of crystal that had somehow materialized in his hand.

The crystal flames shone brightly, like the blazing sun, yet seemed to be hidden within the endless starlight.

He lowered his body and hurled the crystal spear with all his might. Wherever the spear tip passed, cracks like glass appeared in the air.

That was the "Long Night Meteor". But this time, it seemed as if the entire universe was being struck and fell.

The collision of light was silent, and there was no bright, blinding light, but it constantly unleashed conceptual shocks and dimensional torrents, moving every psionicist who paid attention to this place. Each clash between the rainbow beam and the star spear was not merely a cancellation of energy, but a fusion of energy, even an entanglement and reconstruction of spatial structure and the essence of energy.

This is a reflection on dimensions.

The warships and aircraft carrying mortals began to retreat, but the dragon boats were speeding to arrive.

The knights wanted to observe this scene up close and hoped to arrive before the battle ended.

But at this moment, even the most sensitive detectors could no longer detect Yu Lian's figure.

Those transparent crystal trails weave through the deathly net woven from iridescent light, pulsating in the vast, resounding grandeur of Ankaragan. Every action of Earthlings is a darting maneuver within the confines of a blade.

However, his dance with the dragon continued.

The rainbow light and the halos of the crimson sun had long since become intertwined, indistinguishable from each other. Their conflict remained imperceptible to the naked eye, yet it continued to cause the dimensions and space itself to tremble slightly.

The crystal's trajectory has vanished without a trace.

The pulsating rainbow nebula also fluctuated violently, contracting inward. The dragon's enormous and slender body swayed gracefully, and directly in front of its head, space seemed to be cleaved open by an invisible blade.

He let out a deep yet clear dragon roar. That voice, imbued with the power of words, easily pierced through dimensions, resounding in the hearts of all the Imperial soldiers watching this scene within a radius of twenty million kilometers.

"Ah! I have failed!" This sacred being, who had lived for a thousand years, uttered such a sigh.

"..." The entire celestial realm paused for a moment.

"The loser will become the victor's mount—that is glory!"

The sound still carried a faint, light, leaping quality, but most people thought it was an illusion. They only saw from the detector that Yu Lian was sitting on the back of the Primordial Rainbow Dragon, like a legendary hero who had subdued a divine beast.

This scene is always playing out in the traditional mythology of the Tirrero people.

They simply stared in disbelief as the dragon, carrying its adversary, plunged into the shimmering, gravitational waves.

The spatial vortex dissolved instantly within seconds, vanishing without a trace. The entire galaxy's spatial structure returned to silence, as if nothing had ever happened.

"...I wanted to say this last time, what exaggerated acting! It was the same with His Highness last time, and it's the same with the dragon this time!"

Onboard the Red Snow, Jaeger Sobek turned his head as if sensing something and "looked" at the starry sky in a certain direction, where there was nothing. However, some farewells do not need to be witnessed.

He took a deep breath and settled back into the driver's seat, which now finally belonged entirely to him. A screen on the dashboard showed that his entourage members were all breathing steadily and had normal body temperatures. They were all sleeping peacefully, as if undergoing a sleep therapy session.

Come to think of it, how long has it been since I had a good night's sleep?
He sighed with relief and picked up the communicator: "Alright, Serlu, that's the situation. Notify the entire fleet that the crisis has been resolved. The Red Snow will proceed as planned... Hmm, let's head to the nearest Glory Hand for a full check-up. Also, make an appointment for me with the Grand Marshal's Office Inspection Department. I violated regulations by using the official ship to take a friend for a drive. I am willing to accept a disciplinary investigation and offer compensation."

His gaze swept over the empty passenger seat beside him, and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly: "That's right, I'm just seeing my friend off from the capital. It's out of respect for the ancient martial virtues of psionicists. But the vacation must continue."

"Yes, the holiday will continue," Miss Sellu replied with a smile, her voice full of affection. She was willing to accept it as long as her superior returned.

Sobek seemed to remember something else, but he didn't know where he got the courage. He said in a hurried tone, "Also, I'm going to the Supervisory Office tomorrow. Tonight we'll go eat at Wanle Palace. The day after tomorrow we'll go to see a play and then a movie. Next week we can set off for our vacation. On the way, we can visit Captain Hongshan and also visit your family. I can also propose to you while I'm at it. Then we can go and see the villa that His Highness gave us."

“Okay.” He heard Miss Sellu’s cheerful reply.

"You, you mean... you agreed? You agreed to which one?"

"I meant, okay! All of it."

……

King Gert of Werrent stood before the viewing window, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed at the artificial starry sky of the capital city outside, as if he were looking at the other side of the starry sky.

"So, our 'Dawn Dragon,' our 'Blood and Fire Demon Dragon,' the trampler of the Imperial Capital, the most dangerous enemy of the Galactic Empire in the Common Era, and even the most terrifying enemy in the Empire's history, has finally swaggered past all the Imperial Capital's defenses. The Celestial Domain has now gathered nearly a thousand warships, yet they stand by and watch him leave." He said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Because even now, we still cannot reach a consensus on that person's identity," Duke Yarosan's projection appeared on his seat, "This is the consequence of our slowness." "Jäger Sobek helped his nemesis. And the Grand Marshal's Mansion stood by and watched all this happen," King Werrent added.

"The Grand Marshal's Office has chosen the most cautious approach. This is also because we haven't decided on the garrison commander yet!" Duke Tanlian said sadly. Perhaps because he was the elder brother of the person involved, his tone was full of heartache.

“His Highness Ancalagan’s actions were indeed unexpected. We failed to appease Him beforehand. However, in the end, He has followed the path of glory on our behalf,” said Duke Gerebian, the youngest person present, with a smile.

King Werrent turned around and looked directly at everyone in the conference room.

There were already more than ten people seated here, but they were actually long-range communication projections from light-years away. They were all the most powerful lords and patriarchs of the empire, heads of ancient and powerful families with a history spanning millennia. They possessed their own armies and could decide the life and death of billions of people. The power and wealth they held surpassed that of most small country rulers.

The Regency Council should have a maximum of five to nine members. It's conceivable that the specific selection process will involve considerable negotiation and exchange of interests, but that's not important.

Each of them believed themselves to be the ruler of the Galactic Empire. Especially when the empire experienced its first gap in two hundred years for the Void Crown, a feeling that their ancestors had never experienced before, they were all plunged into a kind of dreamlike excitement.

Now, these renowned rulers of the empire are looking intently at King Velent, showing only basic respect, without the slightest hesitation.

Indeed, in this conference room, everyone is equal.

If the late emperor were sitting here, would you still dare to show the same look? Even if it were Brunhilde, would you react the same way? This thought flashed through King Velent's mind.

He suddenly understood why Brunhilde had chosen to stay away from the Regency Council at this time.

She was not simply using a strategy of retreat as a means of advancement.

It's important to understand that feigning retreat is a humiliating and weak tactic. Only politicians who are keen on manipulating power would engage in such a strategy; how could this be the work of Brunhilde?

Yes, yes! That proud little girl simply didn't want to sit at the same table with these people and discuss things on equal footing.

However, that proud and willful little girl was indeed more like a real dragon king than he was.

"And then, you just handed over the Heavenly Realm to me like that?" King Velent chuckled inwardly, devoid of any victor's joy. However, he maintained an expressionless face, displaying the composure and decisiveness of a statue: "Then, after leaving the Heavenly Realm, he is no longer a guest."

"From this moment forward, all military forces within the Empire will open fire on him," Duke Tanlian said. "The Grand Marshal's Office will issue this order. However, those with him... no, those he kidnapped, Prince Ancalagan..."

“That person is the Galactic Empire’s most dangerous enemy. Even His Highness Ancalagan, given the chance, would choose to perish together with him. He has received the Empire’s offerings for a thousand years, and he probably understands the Empire’s righteousness better than any of us.” King Werrent’s tone was as calm as the ripples of a deep pool.

There was a brief silence at the scene.

Finally, a three-dimensional image of an elderly man with white hair and beard, a vigorous face, deep eyes, and an imposing presence exclaimed in admiration: "You have demonstrated your decisive leadership. God Bless the Empire."

He is Duke Barryen, who is leading a large fleet back to the Celestial Realm.

Although he was praising the King of Wei, he carried a subtle sense of superiority, as if he was deliberately putting on airs of a senior.

He never represented just himself.

The Duke's projection glanced around, seemingly making eye contact with everyone for a moment, before smiling and saying, "Since everyone here is one of us, I need not mince words. In the difficult times to come, the Empire needs stability and continuity, and it needs a leader who understands people's hearts to preside over the Regency Council until a new emperor is born."

"Do you understand people's hearts better now?" King Wei laughed. "Including continuing this war?"

"War is ultimately a result of human nature," Duke Barryen said with a reserved smile.

King Werrent nodded slightly, his posture remaining calm and humble, even bordering on excessive modesty, which inexplicably made him seem somewhat subservient: "Thank you for your trust, but... leading a war is not my forte."

Duke Barryon smiled without saying a word.

Duke Yarosan gave a complex and strained smile: "Understanding people's hearts is more important than understanding war!"

As a veteran central government official who had served in the Privy Council for ten years, his lingering fear spoke volumes.

"To put it bluntly, life hasn't been easy for him," Duke Gérard interjected abruptly, his words full of mockery.

The atmosphere froze again, and then became much more awkward.

Looking at the grim-faced expressions of the imperial lords, the young duchess shrugged: "I also want to live a little easier. Please forgive me, gentlemen, I am the youngest here, so of course I have to say some harsh things. Once His Highness King Suliuka dons the Void Crown, he will be more powerful than the late emperor and more radical than Empress Iwenya. Everyone wants to live a little easier."

She paused, looking directly at King Werrent: “You are different, Your Highness. You understand the rules of the game, and value balance and cooperation. This war needs to be finished. Earthlings need to abandon unrealistic ideas, and the Alliance should understand the importance of overall galactic stability. As for the Empire, it needs to restore and win back the hearts and minds of its people. These goals are aligned with ours. Your Highness, you understand the human heart. This is how the history of the Galactic Empire has been: powerful supreme beings used whips to drive the Tyrellians to continuous progress, but we also need benevolent rulers to make everyone feel warmth. A balance of power and relaxation is the foundation of the Empire's stability! Isn't that right, Duke Barryen?”

Duke Barry felt that the woman was mocking him, but at this moment he could only solemnly agree: "Yes, that's right. Princess Geribian has spoken the truth."

“I firmly believe that His Highness Prince Wei should also have this awareness,” the Duchess added.

This woman lost the possibility of further progress, but she also lost a master who was high above her, so she gained the sense of detachment and relaxation she has now.

She probably has full confidence in her current "united front value".

King Werrent wore an impeccable smile: "These are turbulent times, and I hope everyone will cooperate sincerely. Furthermore, since His Highness Brunhilde has decided to leave the capital, there are no objections. From now on, we must advance the war! We must either eliminate that dangerous enemy ravaging the capital within the Empire's borders, or force him to acknowledge the status quo! The Blue Star Community has perished, and the Empire can recognize Earthlings on the land of the New Divine Continent."

Strictly speaking, the legitimate government representing Earthlings is the government-in-exile in Nefi, the capital of the Alliance, but the Empire has never taken it seriously, nor has it even considered having any formal diplomatic contact with them.