Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 822: The Seventh Psychic Expedition Fleet
Boom——."

Kezhar's body was thrown heavily onto the cold metal ground like a puppet with its strings cut, looking extremely miserable.

His armor was shattered by the shadow blade's attack just now, the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, and the silver blade had already slipped out of his hand and fell into the ruins in the distance.

The red dragon, which was once proud of its high mobility, has now turned into a silent corpse, its twisted body falling on the battlefield. Its dragon blood has soaked the floating island of the star realm and condensed into a sticky scarlet glow.

Around him, lying in disorder were the dead Red Dragon Knights, their bodies pierced precisely, their armor torn apart, blood and psychic residues filled the air, and only low aftermath echoed on the battlefield.

The Red Dragon Cruiser in the distance no longer had any life left, its guns were silent, and torn gaps still remained on its hull.

At this moment, the only Gis people who were still able to breathe were Kazar and the former infected person.

"..."

The Gis foreigner slumped on the ground, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

His psychic perception was still confused, and he was weakened by the trauma left by the parasite purge.

But compared to his physical fatigue, his spirit was even more broken.

The Red Dragon Knights, who were believed to be extremely powerful, were completely crushed in just a few minutes.

He had never seen such complete carnage.

This is not a war at all, but a hunt.

The power of the courtyard is far more terrifying than they imagined.

The Gis foreigners were defeated, completely defeated, and had no power to fight back.

Zhou Yi walked forward slowly, looking down at Kezar who was lying on the ground, his eyes calm and without a trace of emotion.

In the distance, the Mole retracted the weapons of Barbatos, and the transforming components of the steel armor slowly returned to his mechanical arms. The sophisticated metal structure shrank around his body, and finally returned to complete calm.

The corpses of the red dragons piled up behind him, and the huge dragon head rolled to the ground. Blood dripped along the edge of the floating island into the void, and even the psychic mist of the star realm was stained with a touch of bloody red.

Further away, the cruiser that had been captured by the Broly boarding ship was slowly approaching the floating island.

The next moment, Broly jumped off the ship.

boom!
The heavy sound of the landing shook the astral world, and the thick blood-colored steam had not yet completely dissipated when the Berserker's figure descended like a god of war.

There were still traces of red dragon's blood on Broly's armor, but he didn't care.

He didn't even glance at Kezar who was lying on the ground, but walked straight towards Zhou Yi, speaking in a steady and low tone:
"You feel it, there are ships nearby."

When Zhou Yi heard this, his eyes darkened slightly and he turned to look into the depths of the star realm.

A ethereal and deep silver mist permeated the distance. Ordinary people would not be able to see through this hazy mist.

But he and Broly had already sensed the peepers hiding in the dark during the battle.

"Ah."

Zhou Yi responded softly, tilting his head slightly, his eyes slowly sweeping across the silent mist in the distance, with a hint of certainty in his tone.

“They hid well, but the moment we attacked the Githian people… they revealed their flaws.”

His gaze was as deep as a blade, seeing through the shadows deep in the astral realm.

"But..." Zhou Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a playful tone, "Judging from their reactions, they should be friends rather than enemies."

Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and stared quietly at the faint fluctuations that were faintly visible in the distant void.

Then, he opened his mouth and shouted into the void:

"My friends who are hiding in the dark, I understand your caution, but since we are already aware of your presence, why should we continue to hide it?"

He paused for a moment, and his tone gradually became heavier:

"If you come with good intentions, then show up. We don't mind having a dialogue. But if you continue to lurk..."

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"——We will treat you as a potential threat and deal with you in advance."

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to create invisible ripples in this empty starry sky.

——Dead silence.

The astral world remained silent.

However, the members of the delegation did not show any impatience; they just waited quietly, without any rush or anxiety.

Instead, the captured Kezar and the surviving Gisyan began to struggle. They obviously wanted to say something, either warning or questioning, but the mole didn't give them the chance at all.

He raised his hand and pressed the control device at his waist. Immediately, the electronic shackles on the two men's hands tightened suddenly, blocking the flow of their spiritual energy, and another set of electronic mouth cuffs was instantly activated. A restraint device flashing a dark red light tightly sealed their mouths, making them only able to make indistinct whimpers and unable to make any sound.

Silence lasted for just a few seconds.

——Then, a ship slowly emerged.

At first, it was just a faint halo in the void, as if some kind of existence was slowly breaking away from the psychic veil of the astral plane.

Then, the space twisted, the hidden ripples were peeled off layer by layer, and a huge ship emerged from nothingness, like a giant beast lurking in the deep sea, finally revealing its outline.

That was... a battleship like a Zeppelin.

Its main body is like a huge metal shell, but it is far more spiritual than ordinary metal, and its surface is inlaid with countless psychic crystals.

The tall bow and narrow hull make it look more like a psychic sword, bound by an invisible psychic web. The entire ship appears looming in the star realm, like a hunter ready to strike, quietly gazing at the battlefield.

Around it, tactical fiber-like psychic fluids flow and crisscross in the void like snakes, forming an elusive protective barrier.

This makes the boundaries of the battleship seem to be intertwined with reality and blurred.

And the most peculiar thing is its propulsion core;

Its tail had no fuel propulsion system or conventional etheric engine like ordinary warships. Instead, it had a pair of smooth, curved psychic turbines that slowly rotated around a dark blue mind matrix in the center of the ship, like a slowly beating psychic heart, "breathing" in sync with the rhythm of the ship.

The astral realm was silent, with only the fluctuations of psychic energy rippling slightly in the void. The hovering ship remained silent, not making any hostile moves at the first time, nor did it try to approach or retreat, but just stayed where it was, as if waiting for an appropriate opportunity.

Suddenly, a soft beam of psychic energy surged above the hull, as if the astral plane itself was breathing gently.

In the beam of light, three figures slowly descended. Their figures were shrouded in psychic light, and their silhouettes were projected into the void, revealing a faint blue glow.

They did not simply jump or fly, but seemed to be slowly pulled by invisible threads and landed steadily.

Their footsteps did not actually touch the ground, but were slightly suspended several inches above the ground. Only when the psychic beam completely dissipated did they land in a very natural way, with a steady and calm posture.

The figures of these three people are very similar to those of the Gisyan people, but their breath, posture, and the psychic fluctuations lingering around them are completely different from the previous Red Dragon Knights.

They do not have the frenzy and fierceness of invaders. Instead, they are more like "warriors" who have been tempered through thousands of trials, with restrained will and reserved edge.

The leader walked forward slowly, his steps very rhythmically.

His body was slender and tight, with smooth and precise muscle lines. He was obviously a warrior who had undergone rigorous training. However, he was not as rough and manic as the Red Dragon Rider. Instead, he was more restrained and controlled, like a bow ready to shoot.

His skin was a mixture of bronze and olive green, with faint traces of psychic energy flowing under the faint light of the astral world. He had high cheekbones and angular facial contours, and his deep amber pupils were like two glass beads inlaid with psychic light, quietly observing the delegation in the courtyard.

He was wearing a dark grey light armor robe, and at his waist hung a uniquely shaped psychic sword.

It is not forged from ordinary metal, but condensed from pure mental energy. The blade is extremely thin and almost transparent, but as long as he thinks about it, he can instantly release a blade of light that cuts through space and shatters everything that stands in his way.

He stopped and bowed slightly to the delegation in the courtyard, his posture calm and neither humble nor arrogant, with just the right amount of respect.

The leader's voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to be carefully calculated, revealing rigor and restraint.

"I am Verok Zare, the commander-in-chief of the Seventh Psychic Expeditionary Fleet."

"I am commanded by the Council of Philosophers to lead a fleet to patrol the astral plane. I am honored to see the messenger from the Earthly Courtyard here. I would like to pay my highest respects to him."

The Gis foreigners generally hate and despise the Gis people, especially now that the Gis people are servile to humans, which makes a certain Gis foreigner in the venue feel disgusted.

"Woooooo~~"

The Red Dragon Knight leader stared at the Githzer in front of him, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

His body trembled slightly and a low whimper came from deep in his throat. He tried to struggle, but was firmly bound in place.

The Mole just glanced at him indifferently and snapped his fingers.

Hiss——!
"Ahhhh~~~~"

The psychic runes on the shackles lit up instantly, releasing high-voltage current. The strong impact caused the Red Dragon Knight leader to twitch violently, and the suppressed whimper in his mouth suddenly turned into a painful wail.

His muscles spasmed and his body was bent like a string. He seemed to be bound by invisible chains and nailed to the ground, unable to break free.

The leader of the Giszer people watched the scene quietly and sighed slightly.

His expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple, as if he was watching a meaningless tragedy.

He lowered his head and looked at the Red Dragon Knight leader who was struggling in pain, his voice calm and deep:
"The essence of war is not killing, but balance. You can survive, but you must understand your position in this game."

Zhou Yi looked at the Giszhe in front of him with interest, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He casually folded his arms and chuckled:
"From what you said, you came here just for us? Then tell me directly, what is your purpose?"

The Githzer raised his head, and the figures of the courtyard delegation were reflected in his amber pupils.

He nodded slightly and bowed again, his attitude respectful but not humble:

"I offer my apologies to the Midgard Court on behalf of my people. The Gith had no intention of offending the Court, nor of incurring the wrath of its master."

His voice was steady, with a hint of ancient aristocratic elegance, and he said slowly:
“Whether it’s the Gis foreigners or us Gis philosophers, we are essentially the same but have different origins.

We were once one race, but the tide of time has washed away our paths.

Thousands of years of division, different ways of practice, and different living environments have caused changes in our appearance, temperament, and even our thoughts and will.

But no matter what, we still share the same blood."

He turned his gaze and fell on the unwilling Red Dragon Knight leader, with a hint of pity in his eyes, and then continued:
“However, the Gisyans chose another path.

Vlaakith...the Lord of the Dead...she is not the savior of the Gith, but the continuation of the tragedy.

She rules the Githyan people with fear and blood, binding them to endless battles and obedience.

She united military and religion, proclaimed herself God-Emperor, and made the entire race an extension of her will."

His tone was neither hurried nor slow, and every word seemed to carry the weight of years.

The Gith philosopher Zar slowly raised his hand and pointed to the depths of the astral plane, as if Vlaakith's supreme command was still echoing there:
"The glory of the Gisyan people should not be the shackles of Vlaakith.

She calls herself a deity, but in reality she is just a dictator who has forged her throne out of the debris of history."

Hearing that the great queen was defiled was too disrespectful for some Gis people who had loyalty ingrained in their bones!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The body of the Red Dragon Knight leader trembled slightly with anger, his fingers clenched tightly, his nails dug into the flesh of his palms, blood slowly seeped out and dripped onto the metal floor.

His eyes almost burned like flames, filled with resentment and unwillingness. However, the electronic shackles prevented him from even uttering the most basic roar. Only suppressed low sobs came out of his throat. He struggled in vain like a wild beast with its fangs cut off.

However, the Gith philosopher Verok Zar on the opposite side remained calm as ever and didn't care about the anger of the Red Dragon Knight at all.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at his former compatriot. What his eyes revealed was not ridicule or contempt, but a deeper and more complex emotion - pity, or rather, sadness.

In contrast, the mole standing aside just watched this farce indifferently. The mechanical arm raised slightly, and the electric current surged at the fingertips, ready to reactivate the shackles at any time, allowing this ignorant guy to experience once again what absolute powerlessness is.

Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, the smile on his lips deepened, and there was a hint of interest in his tone:
"Interesting... So, how will the Giszers welcome the arrival of the courtyard?"

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, as if he was casually picking something unimportant to talk about, but to everyone's ears, it carried a sharp edge that was hard to ignore.

The Giszek man, Virok Zar, bowed his head slightly and saluted again, his movements steady and dignified:
“The Council of Philosophers is aware of the existence of the Lord of the Courtyard, and knows that this power cannot be ignored.

Therefore, the Council has sent us here to pay our respects to the courtyard."

He paused for a moment, his eyes swept from Zhou Yi to Broly, Mole, and Marian, as if he was examining their reactions, and then he spoke slowly:
“The council hopes to have a deeper exchange with the courtyard, but I have a more important mission;
——Go to the courtyard in person and meet the master of the courtyard. "