Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 233 Miracle
perhaps.

The reason why Sang Deya can become the confidant of General Yi Yisi lies in his honesty.

The general's "envy" obviously meant a lot, but the hairless tauren was just crying with joy because Yi Yisi ended his loss of contact, and didn't think about it at all.

On the contrary, Yi Yisi felt a little sorry. After comforting him with his severely injured and leaking lips, he turned to Zuo Wu and chuckled: "It seems that you have succeeded."

Zuo Wu was a little curious: "How did it succeed? I don't feel it at all."

Yi Yisi exhaled, barely got up from a pile of wreckage, and picked up an eyeball on the ground with his tattered hands——

The general's own eyeballs, the horizons carried in them are still functioning faithfully after the organ is separated from the body, unifying the scenes seen by the two eyes into one pair, and because of the damage, they appear a little blurred, and have an illusion like an oil painting.

The scene seen by the eyeball is transmitted tens of thousands of light-years away.

Zuo Wu's pupils shrank, and he suddenly understood what a "miracle" was.

Space was full of wreckage, from beyond the star where the quiet planets orbited to within arm's reach of the general.

The entrance and exit of the hyperspace channel has been lost, as if it has withstood the savage invasion of the enemy, and the light it emits is also full of corruption.

These were just glimpses when Yi Yisi waved his eyeballs, he wanted Zuo Wu to see something different.

soon.

The field of vision like an oil painting stays on the remains of creation like a string of beads.

They are all the wreckage of communication relay satellites, and of course they did not escape the wreckage of the angels rushing to the planet.

Even the deliberately hidden spare satellites were easily found and shredded by the angels like an adventure game.

Communication was interrupted.

The angels even cared about the downturn, and when they found Yi Yisi, they were still making fun of him, complaining why he didn't hide the "treasure" deeper.

Then he slapped him away.

At the right time, Zuo Wu's coronation was quietly completed.

The general should have had his head shattered due to the angel's slap, but it was a coincidence that the strength of the angel's shattering of his diving helmet also caused the gas in the helmet to flow back, bursting the diving suit's air valve, and producing a wonderful cushioning force .

He fell, and the dispirited angel didn't make up a few more kicks, but turned and plunged into space, feeling more and more bored.

After a few minutes.

After waking up from a brief coma, the general broke off the fragments of the helmet that blocked his vision, and found that he had just lost one eye, a few fingers and toes, and some blood vessels in his gaseous and fleshy body had exploded.

And judging by the performance of Angel being able to tear up the battleship, this is already such a miracle.

Also, those communication satellites in space are the same.

Both the official satellite and the spare satellite were destroyed, and the wreckage was thrown into the space, and they collided with each other by accident; then the AI ​​of the creation suddenly discovered that the remnants of each could just make up for the lack of each other.

Communication is thus restored.

Some Legionnaires who have been torn to pieces even came into contact with the corpses of other comrades in the unwillingness contained in the psionic field, and suddenly gained new life, just like the origin of the skeleton clan in the Star Sea Alliance in the morgue.

There are countless such "miracles" in this small star space.

It took Zuo Wu a long time to withdraw his distracted mind due to surprise, and looked at his hands again. The temperature on the surface was 33 degrees, and warm blood of about 36 degrees Celsius was flowing inside.

It should be no different from the approximately 10 billion human beings who have been born from the ancient times on the earth tens of thousands of years ago to today's age of stars.

But this bloodline, which has almost died out, can make such a thing happen on a battlefield tens of thousands of light-years away, so incredible.

It's no wonder that in the past, when pure-blooded humans were present, they would have such a sense of presence in this galaxy-holding the original shares of the Star Sea Alliance, they were very important in all aspects.

Even the imperial alliance, which has declined so much, can still maintain its regional hegemony today, angrily fighting with hundreds of surrounding regimes in large and small frictions, and winning and losing each other.

It is also reaping the original capital.

The pure-blooded humans who might have made a regime so prosperous still perish.

Just like tens of thousands of light-years away, the general is surrounded by such a battlefield full of scenes of death; this is just a battlefield, where the last acquaintance of Dilian himself is.

Also because of the need to communicate with myself, countless relay satellites were used at any cost, passing through one hyperspace channel after another that is always open, and the communication delay was compressed to a less than satisfactory range.

Because Zuo Wu was most familiar with this battlefield, this legion and even this binary star system, it was easier for him to develop possessiveness.

If luck can be measured, it should be the strongest around the general.

And what about other places that have never intersected with themselves?

Zuo Wu gradually clenched his fists, and gradually corrected his sitting posture on this crude throne.

In the audio of the communication, the general's breath became heavier, and there was a faint sound of blood foaming deep in his throat.

And Sang Deya finally adjusted his mentality at this moment, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes because of the joy when the communication was restored just now, driven by the rekindled hope in his heart, he asked a question that Zuo Wu faintly didn't want to face:
"General, we have fulfilled so many conditions, and we have brought His Majesty back! Can we...can win?"

Is it possible to win?

This sentence is converted into an audio file, which is only a few kilobytes in size.

It's just that the efforts of countless relay satellites at a distance of tens of thousands of light years have caused its transmission cost to soar exponentially, and when it is transmitted to the general's ears, it is not too much to describe it as "one word of gold".

But he seemed so unmotivated.

Yi Yisi shook his head, picked up the wreckage of the diving helmet on the ground, held it in the palm of his hand like his own treasure, stood up with all his strength, and walked towards the breach caused by the angel Chudan's brutal intrusion into the battleship.

The whole place was in a mess, it was horrible.

It’s just that the self-repair system of this starship happened not to be damaged. A film like soap droplets was formed on the huge gap in front of the eyes, preventing the air from escaping further, but it did not block Yi Yisi’s sight into space.

It was a little blurry, and Yi Yisi had to lift his eyeballs to near his temples. This is the normal height of the horizon, which allows him to see the scene more clearly.

The oil painting-like scenery that I saw before due to the vision failure gradually faded away and was replaced by real colors.

Among the wrecked battleships in the distance, the miracles happening one after another clearly caught the general's eyes.

What is a miracle?
In the wreckage of the battleship like a dark cloud, it is a miracle that more survivors are found than imagined; it is a miracle that they suffer less injuries than imagined;

It is a miracle that someone can still take up arms.

The Chudan angels left the ancient star gate and chose different destinations after entering the hyperspace channel. After arriving at the galaxy with two stars where Yiyisi is located, the number has been diluted a lot.

And the angels did not drive creations, but leaped in space like primitive and vigorous creatures, so petite, it was difficult to capture their figures by ordinary means.

Individual angels with an average height of about two meters, in space, which requires astronomical units to be easily measured, they are probably smaller than viruses relative to the human body.

In addition, the way they cross this distance is to let their avatars in the high-dimensional world pinch their bodies again when they enjoy the extreme pain of destroying their bodies, and use the characteristic of the void to be a thousand miles away from reality to throw their bodies into space middle.

It's like teleporting.

One second they were still far away from the entrance of the channel, and the next second they stuck to the surface of the battleship, launching their violent and joyful destruction.

This is one sneak attack after another that cannot be dealt with.

But Yi Yisi now has the knack of observing these angels-that is, where the starship exploded with flames, they are there, that's all.

In addition, when destroying and raging, angels are more inclined to savor the struggle of the victim, like a blunt knife cutting flesh, and will not use their unrivaled speed.

You can barely see them with the horizon.

Miracles are happening.

The angels didn't realize it at first, they had a high threshold because of their pursuit of pleasure, their nerves were numb like broken stones, they didn't realize the miracle was coming, they didn't realize that the survivors of the places they ravaged were overwhelming many.

among them.

Some survivors, inspired by miracles and burning with courage, crawled back to their respective creations and took up the last weapon.

Yi Yisi stretched out his hand towards them, but his throat was hoarse, full of blood foam, and he couldn't make any sound.

Is it the general attack signal that should boost morale?

Or let them put down their weapons and run away?
The general couldn't think of what kind of scene was most suitable for the moment. In the end, only Yi Yisi's own arm was put down——

Among them was the fragment of the diving helmet, which was pressed into the mixed body of gaseous and flesh by him, and the pain became more and more painful.

Counterattacks initiated by miracles started one after another, and Yi Yisi was a little afraid to look at them, because these counterattacks were as bright as stars.

The angels were caught off guard, and they had already lost all vigilance in the increasingly depressed mood;
One after another, beautiful bodies that could tear gold and porcelain were burned out in the artillery fire, and some members of the legion even penetrated into the void through the creation, trying to snipe these angels in the high-dimensional world.

The miracle is getting brighter.

Damaged weapons have a surprisingly high risk of bombing; entering the void also has a 30.00% chance of failure, and after failure, their creations also need to undergo a lengthy period of recharging.

None of these things happened once.

The counterattack also became more vigorous.

Tens of thousands of light-years away, Sandy Cliff's face gradually became joyful. The hairless tauren regretted that he asked such a stupid question of "whether he can win" and was hot all over. He wanted to join this exciting battle .

One after another, angels were sent back to the void, and the legion's resistance in the void also slowed down their regeneration countless times.

If the fight against the prairie savages had been so lucky, how could the Creation of Gods have been activated, and several major animal husbandry planets would be used to cede land for compensation, which would then trigger a food crisis throughout the territory?

Speaking of which, the climax of the Emperor's Union's call for the return of the emperor also occurred after the food crisis gradually revealed its power, causing the residents of the Emperor's Union to eat bland and tasteless synthetic food for a long time.

Is everything predestined?Sang Deya thought so, and peeked at the window showing Zuo Wu in his vision, not paying attention to the battle situation in space.

then.

It was like a slight distraction in a math class, and countless incomprehensible notes appeared on the blackboard.

It was the form of triumphant progress that came to an abrupt end.

There is only one reason for this-

The angels were delighted to see Lie Xin, as if they smelled a bloody shark.

The unexpected situation re-excited their drowsy nerves; their faces spread ferocious smiles in space; they opened their arms, enjoying the pain brought by the legion's counterattack.

The angel waved its minions in joy, and its super-high-speed displacement caused Yi Yisi's damaged vision to lose the ability to capture their figures again.

The general pursed his lips. He could only see a series of explosions, and the flames were even brighter than before.

It's just that there is a small black spot that is getting closer and closer to Yi Yisi.

The general sighed softly: "Sang Deya, regarding your question, can we win? I can only answer... I don't know."

The five-haired tauren bit his lips tightly, and he could also see that the black spot was getting closer and closer to the general in the increasingly brilliant firelight.

The general's words were still calm: "Do you know why I envy you?"

"...No, I don't know!"

"Because you can continue to track the movement of the weaving cloth in front of our Majesty."

Sang Deya was at a loss: "What is there to envy?"

Yi Yisi smiled, looked at the black spot, and gradually sat down:

"Because this is a curse given to me by His Majesty, he made me spend my whole life on the road of defeating the weaving ruff, and there is... no way to resist."

"His Majesty!"

The general was still laughing, like weeping:
"I really feel so contradictory. My life is already bound to defeat the loom. But why are all the miracles in front of me the luck brought by the loom?"

"Is such a contradictory, contradictory and ugly thing exactly the same as my life?"

Half of it is human flesh and blood.

Half of it is the gaseous state of Liaoyuan.

Neither can be immersed in glory, which is a gaseous drag; nor can it be completely spurned on oneself; this is a stain on human blood.

It was so similar to the current battlefield—the luck of resistance was brought about by the rags that he was forced to hate, but it was the spirit of his subordinates who threw their heads and blood to fight against the angels in the roar of battle.

"Really, it's a pleasure."

Yi Yisi shook his head, he could already see what the black spot was——

an angel.

Waving a spine connected to the head, an angel laughing happily; the Shire Spinal Sword in his hand is still lifelike, freezing the last tragic life of the soldier.

The angel landed in front of the general, and she tilted her head, pointing to the flames in space: "You did this?"

The general ignored her and just smiled at Zuo Wu: "As a soldier, Your Majesty, I will carry out my duty to the end."

It is to face the enemy and fight to the last moment.

He suddenly waved his hand, and threw the fragments of the diving helmet in his hand towards the angel viciously!

Strange to say, this time Yi Yisi seemed to have thrown away all the silt in his heart.

It seems that the lack of identity, the contradiction between glory and reality, as well as the resentment for weaving clothes and the regret of his subordinates, are all thrown into the distance along with the fragments of diving helmets.

The angel clicked her tongue and didn't even swing her Shire Spinal Sword.

She has added several new collections.

Zuo Wu gritted his teeth, raised his head suddenly, and whispered a moment before Yi Yisi's head fell to the ground:
"I have to tell you that Martyr Xi is still alive."

"He has two lovely daughters, one named Lisi and the other named Xiyang, who are a mixture of pure-blooded humans and Liaoyuan people like you, and their mother is called King Liao."

"They had a happy childhood."

The angel has already taken off Yi Yisi's head.

A small miracle happened again—the head was still conscious, and it still transformed the general's last-minute thoughts into a worthwhile text, which was sent to Zuo Wu.

It's a series of "ha ha ha ha".

And some final words:

"Really? Thank you."

"It turns out that people like me have the possibility of being happy... It's a pity that it didn't happen to me, and it's really lucky."

"I don't deserve it."

"I'm even with you."

"You used the God's Judgment to force me to be an enemy of the weaving; the God's Judgment I used against you, the contract that made you the Emperor of the Dilian Emperor, seems to have not expired."

"At that time, you fooled the past by saying that you could be a free and idle emperor; now, when the Imperial Alliance is in danger, it will be difficult for you to get out."

"Even if you suffer later."

"You are also destined to be our emperor!"

(End of this chapter)