Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 130
As a scientific researcher, Marika knows that she should not rely on things like intuition.

But as a deceased person, he still felt in the dark that no matter whether it was the Imperial Alliance or the Liaoyuan, there would not be more than ten fingers of living people left in this battlefield star field.

The places I visited along the way proved this hypothesis more and more. Wherever I went, it was desolate, but it also had a magnificent beauty.

just.

Just like the concept of "green desert" on the earth, it is not that the Fugitive has encountered some rare warships when traveling through the battlefield, and it is not that it has not visited galaxies that still have resources left.

but.

The channel that has been specially cut is so dangerous, and countless traps that can still be fired are watching, making these things worthless, but it is almost impossible to develop them.

Several times.

The Fugitive really got into the trap galaxy that had already been triggered - the automatic creation that lost its "wisdom" opened fire without any explanation, and the activation of the gravity well made the starship's operation extremely sluggish.

Ai Shanshan could only turn on the ancient painting Clear Sky, and led Zuo Wu to make an emergency attack.

Duzi and Marika also began to modify the program logic of observing and avoiding traps, but the number of times they ran into traps continued unabated.

They seem to have really witnessed the improvement of the means of the two parties in the war and the process of getting to know each other more and more.

A trap that he got into before made Duzi sweat until now—the law of physics changed because the weapon was launched, and the huge black hole in the center of the galaxy was directly torn apart.

Fragments of the black hole fly across space, the tiniest of which have a mass greater than that of the sun.

Fortunately, for a celestial body with greater mass, the location of the entrance and exit of the channel is farther away from the celestial body itself.

Although the number of black hole fragments is large, it will not completely clog space at this distance.

And Zuo Wu, as the captain, seems to have a kind of "good luck" from his blood.

The huge black hole fragments float around, and the gravitational field formed is even more chaotic and unpredictable.

But the Fugitive was not affected too much, perhaps it can no longer be explained by pure luck.

This filled Dutzi's eyes looking at Zuo Wu with awe for a few seconds, but it quickly dissipated when her bald head was being held and shaken from side to side.

and so.

In such a star field that has almost nothing but barren wreckage and the magnificence that has been tired of seeing, suddenly seeing a place with a completely different color tone is of course refreshing.

Dutzi called it "Taoyuan", which is indeed appropriate.

The fugitive floated quietly, and it could observe that the Taoyuan galaxy was still affected by the flames of war in the distant past.

But the traces of destruction and war have been tidied up and silently stuffed into a secluded corner.

The atmosphere of the habitable planet in the galaxy is thick and foggy, but the starship can detect a little artificially raised heat source on its surface.

The heat source means that there is a curl of cooking smoke floating, which melts into the mist as soon as it rises.

It's like an idyllic song belonging to ghosts and ghosts.

Zuo Wu smiled and folded his hands: "This should be the hiding place of the last survivor. Guess which side will win in the end?"

The Fugitive had been sailing in the war zone for so long and had seen so many uninhabited icy remains. They all felt that this so-called forgotten war that would last forever had actually come to an end.

Now that the war is over, it is time to decide the outcome, and a certain party has become the final winner spanning a hundred years.

But because the battle lasted until the last moment, there were not many fighters who survived and could taste the taste of victory.

Maybe they don't have the ability to operate the starship at all, and even if they can, they no longer have the ability to take risks and cross treacherous waterways.

It can only take root here.

Ai Shanshan glanced at Zuo Wu:
"I think it should be the Imperial Alliance. The former supreme commander of the legion was called a 'martyr', right? He is a pure-blooded human being like you, and should have the same shit luck blessed by the gods as you."

"Since there are survivors, I bet he must be one of them, and the winner will only be the Imperial League."

Ai Shanshan is sure, and she doesn't know how much she is optimistic about Dilian because of the impression points gained from training in the machine pilot group.

"is it?"

Zuo Wu clasped his hands: "But look at the Taoyuan planet, it's full of fog; if the final decisive battle is here, then the gaseous creatures in Liaoyuan might have a very good advantage."

Ai Shanshan narrowed his eyes: "If you want to find fault with me, just tell me directly, there is no need to beat around the bush."

"This is not called finding fault. I just think that since it is a bet, if there are no different opinions, wouldn't it be boring to death?"

"Ha, okay, so what's the bet?" The sea demon put his hips on his hips, and poked the tip of his forked tongue at the corners of his mouth.

"...betting on my captain's seat?"

"Who cares."

Duzi listened to the bickering between the two, and made a gesture of understanding.They clearly and unmistakably expressed their intention to go down and have a look.

Coincidentally, the Fugitive has traveled through this battlefield for a long time, and it really needs to be overhauled in a stable environment.

For example, the shell, which is difficult to take care of during the voyage, is covered with scars that are close to the limit.

Those serious bugmen are gearing up and waiting for this moment for a long time.

Della too, her playful and curious nature still thriving as a child, longed for fresh air she'd never smelled after being on the starship for so long.

What's more, the fugitive has not detected any threats; after passing through so many traps, Marika and Dutto have modified the starship's radar so many times, neither the Legion nor the Horde's creation can escape. The eyes of the number.

Just do it.

The Fugitive sank slowly and fell into the thick fog; the weather information had already been measured, and the atmospheric composition was just right, except that the humidity was frighteningly high.

The hatch just opened.

Della rushed out impatiently, and a thin layer of mist condensed on the white carapace on her body.

She wiped her eyes, turned her head, saw Zuo Wu had been following behind her, she was relieved, and once again spread her legs in a joyous manner.

Zuo Wu has never let down his vigilance, let alone making the low-level mistake of letting Della run into the fog and losing her position.

The selected landing place was near a certain bonfire detected by the starship. He made a bet with Ai Shanshan in his heart. If he really ran into a survivor, the other party would also be willing. This person lends a helping hand.

Whether the opponent is a gaseous creature or a soldier of the legion.

However, if the one who survived was really another pure-blooded human being, Zuo Wu would feel a little unconfident about himself.

He once speculated that there would be uncontrollable mutual hatred between pure bloods. If this was the case, he knew that he was not the kind of person with a strong will who could resist the curse of the gods.

Della was still going back and forth, continuing her own play; the Fugitive at the rear began to overhaul, and occasionally a blunt reprimanded a certain bugman, and the other party accepted it humbly.

The man and the insect lady were still going deep into the mist.

Zuo Wu suddenly stopped and looked towards a certain direction of the mist.

At this moment, he instantly understood that his speculation was completely correct, the curse of the bloodline was so powerful, even at such a long distance, he still felt that there was something disgusting and extremely dirty over there.

There is also a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

In the mist, there are several figures sitting: two creations, surrounded by a person.

Holding the wine cup, the figure already sensed where Zuo Wu was. With his hand hanging in the air, he teased the creature beside him:

"Haha, help me tell the children's mother that I have found an alternative to yeast, and the brewing was successful. I was so drunk that I saw another pure-blooded human compatriot. It's interesting..."

This is a hearty and magnetic voice, exactly the same as the previous commander "Martyrdom" left in the legion.

He is a pure-blooded human being, and he has the same image as the former commander-in-chief. Everything shows that a man is a "martyr", and he is sure.

Zuo Wu didn't know what to say for a moment.

But the movements of the two men froze because of the three voices that sounded nearby.

It was three shouts, one of which was uttered by Della, and the other two were as small and lovely as the voice of the bug lady.

Zuo Wu and Martyr hurriedly followed the sound, and Della and the other two young girls looked up at each other.

The two little girls pointed at Della in surprise, one left and one right: "Who are you? Why does one have four hands!"

Della responded with the same surprise: "Who are you? Why are you the same as General Yi Yisi, without any flesh on your body!"

Zuo Wu saw it clearly.

The skin of the two strange little girls floated in a gaseous state, and the internal organs and blood vessels in their bodies were crystal clear, as if they had grown up in a honey-like happiness package.

They are half-breed sisters of flesh and blood.

But there is absolutely no wound like Yi Yisi's, which is all self-flagellation because of self-doubt, and self-tortured wounds.

(End of this chapter)