Alien Queen

The Ross Nile Continent is located on the continent's largest freshwater lake, Bielir Crystal Lake... Pieces of tattered gray jibs trembled in the chaotic morning wind, and an equally tattered wooden boat rowed across the lake. . The fog was very thick in the morning. Occasionally, water birds were disturbed by the water marks swayed by the boat's oars and flew up into the air with a strange cry like a night owl, but it brought some noise to the quiet lake in the morning.

There was a person sitting on the deck - in fact there were many people standing on the deck, but whoever saw the ship would definitely only notice the blond young man sitting on the deck and ignore the existence of other people. . []

Some people have magical eyes. Even if their appearance is very ordinary, most people will disappear into the magic eyes as deep as an ancient well and cannot extricate themselves if they look at them.

Some people have voices. Even if they are plain or ugly, there is a kind of soul-stirring magic in their voices, which is as addictive as a charm.

But this was not the case for this young man with blond hair and blue eyes wearing a cloth robe. Even though he was sitting quietly on the deck, looking at the water marks separated by the bow of the boat on the sparkling lake, he looked at the fishing rod in his hand without caring whether it was there or not. The fish was firmly on the hook, without raising his head or blinking, and his whole body exuded an unspeakable magic power.

The fish basket next to him was empty, but the sterling silver ice bucket next to the fish basket was full. A bottle of tiny, smoking ice was frozen in the ice cubes condensed by a white-robed magician behind the young man. Sparkling clear crystal decanter.

A girl with beautiful long blue hair stood quietly next to the man. Her white jade-like right hand held a crystal wine glass carved with a dragon head. As long as the young man raised his hand slightly, the girl would hold it in time. A crystal wine glass with a drop of water hanging on the outer wall was handed over to him.

Sir, we're here.

A three-meter-tall orc werewolf stood on the other side. He only wore a simple leather armor on his lower body, and his upper body was completely naked. He lowered his head and held a metal iron box with strange characters and green light in his hand. After looking at it, he, who was full of violence and strength in his bones, lowered his head and said respectfully: The agreed-upon correct coordinates are one hundred meters ahead.

knew.

The young man nodded, but no movement was seen on his part. The wooden boat moving along the lake broke through the waves and stopped instantly.

Subconsciously, they looked up at the blue sky. The sixteen people on the wooden boat, including the girl and the werewolf, all subconsciously made the same movements. Only those who knew them best could see it in the depths of their eyes. A trace of fear or fear - just like a pair of murderous giant eyes staring at them in the blue sky.

There is no star of their eyes here...

Without looking back, the young man seemed to have guessed what his loyal subordinates were worried about, but he smiled lightly and said: At least not now. Too many stars in this world have been knocked out by McGee. They McGee will destroy as many as you replenish, so you don’t have to worry about us being teleported to the ubiquitous warships here by the eye stars with hands and eyes reaching into the sky.

I'm not even sure, but you can be sure!

As soon as the young man finished speaking, there was a figure on the deck opposite the young man.

It used to be Eye Star, but now who knows if they have better equipment, maybe now we people have been clearly displayed on the light screen of their god-class battleship, and they are driving over from the space turbulence to prepare Destroy us.

What suddenly appeared was a shriveled old man, with sparse gray hair hanging on his head like a steel wire. A large area of ​​pale green liquid on the dirty cloth robe had not dried up completely, and he was shouting. Then, he grabbed the wine bottle in the ice bucket and drank it down.

As long as you can enjoy it, I can smell the smell of strong brew from afar. This stuff is hard to find now. Ever since the mountain dwarves were wiped out by those brats, every bottle of this stuff will make me lose one. I don’t know how many years I haven’t drank such a strong and good wine.”

The old man laughed and wiped his mouth. Seeing that the young man had a disgusting smile on his face but showed no intention of standing up, he stretched out his legs and turned the fish basket over and sat down opposite him.

I haven't seen you for more than ten thousand years, how come you have become so virtuous!

The young man looked at the old man sitting in front of him almost face to face with disgust, frowned and said: You are also a main god after all.

You think I'm the same as you.

The old man said angrily: There are still people around you to serve you. Ever since you were blocked by those brats in front of Sang Na more than ten thousand years ago, fortunately my old man reacted quickly and saved his life, but those people around me didn't. So good luck. Running around alone, do you know how many brats the old man has killed over the years? Just when I came to see you, I killed a group of patrol brats. Is it possible that I have to take a shower to change? Will I see you again if I don’t have any clothes?”

McGee, you and I both know the situation well. What do you think?

The young man changed the topic: Six thousand seven hundred and thirty-two plane worlds. In these billion years, they have turned six thousand four hundred and thirteen plane worlds into a wasteland without life and elements. At this rate, the remaining three hundred and nineteen plane worlds will be greedily destroyed by them in a short time. Without the elemental power in space, how powerful can the two of us be? ? We are definitely helpless in the face of their energy weapons, let alone the main ship. They are locked on us from a thousand miles away. They are only one shot away, and we don't even have time to react.

What do you want to say?

The old man who was called McGee by the young man took the strong brew he handed over and finished it in one breath. Then he wiped his lips and said with a grin: Mitchell, a billion years ago we started None of the nine main gods were able to defeat these brats with energy weapons. The most powerful Morgan, who had chaotic and terrifying main divine power, was beaten by them and escaped into the space turbulence and never came back. The only nine main gods left are us. Two people, and in the past billion years, thirty-four main gods have been born in our world. Without exception, all thirty-four people died under the bombardment of those brats attracted by the punishment of heaven. To this day, they are still just We two immortals are still alive, and the energy weapons of those brats are getting more and more powerful. What do you want to say when you come to me today to express this? Let the two of us fight into their main ship? Do you think we can get close to them? Main ship?

It's not bad for the enemy alone. More and more people have become accustomed to the powerful lethality of energy weapons and have given up on their own practice. Coupled with the violent suppression and subjugation of those brats, the elves who are accustomed to archery skills One clan switched to using laser guns, and the tall and strong orcs gave up their sharp swords and switched to laser cannons. Apart from the two of us, there are a few people who still remember or know what this world was like before.

The more he spoke, the more angry he became. The old man McGee held his withered claws, and the crystal wine bottle in the black light was directly vaporized and disappeared. He said with an indignation: It was okay before, there were racial forces that resisted those bastards everywhere, and they invaded But just a few thousand years ago, we people have been marginalized. Now, no matter which cities or ethnic tribes we go to, they are accustomed to being ruled by violence. They don't care who is who, and energy weapons will sweep them away.

Who else can you trust?

The young man Mitchell smiled bitterly and shook his head: There is no peace and no friendliness. Under the deliberate control or connivance of those people, the cruelty, bellicosity and violence in the bones of all races have been stimulated to the greatest extent. With those The energy weapons that people have eliminated are used to sweep and kill at the slightest disagreement. Over the years, far more people have died in the hands of their own people than they have suppressed and tortured. Most people have no idea of ​​resistance at all, except for We ourselves, who else can we count on.”

Then what do you want me to do?

The old man Mikey glared at Mitchell: If you are interested, kill those brats in their military camp until they bleed into rivers, and then escape to other worlds. At least I still have 319 worlds to bleed. Yue, I don’t know how many children have died at the hands of the old man over the years. Although it can’t hurt their roots, the old man has become accustomed to this kind of life whether he likes it or not.”

Toby, do you remember him?

Mitchell asked rhetorically.

Is he that little-eyed wind magician?

I remember him, what's wrong?

McGee looked at Mitchell strangely.

As early as 3,200 years ago, he was selected by them to join the main ship because of his outstanding magic and alchemy. And half a month ago, he got an important piece of information, but it was at the cost of his life that he sent the information back. .”

A trace of sadness flashed across Mitchell's face, but the sixteen people behind him had the same expression as him.

What information?

It wasn't a big deal, and Mitchell wouldn't take the risk of being blamed for it. McGee's expression immediately became solemn.

The Mosnir Iron-Blooded Clan, they already have information about a magical world that is the same as ours, and they even visited that magical world tens of thousands of years ago, only because we were enough for them to digest. There was no invasion, and a period of strange signals over the past few decades finally made them decide to invade that magical world.

Mitchell's words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, and Mikey looked horrified and didn't react for a long time.

My other two spies in the main ship are currently investigating the correct coordinates owned by the Mosnir Iron-Blooded in the same magical world as ours. I came to you today just to ask, the only possibility here is Before you have the chance to defeat them, before my people find the correct coordinates, can you make a decision to go to that magical world with me to integrate or combine their forces to fight Mosnir Iron Blood!

Mitchell's voice was sonorous and powerful.

No need to ask, if that magical world has a strong man with the same strength as the two of us, and there are two of us who have been fighting with the iron-blooded brats for a billion years and know them well enough, maybe we can really send all these brats to Go to hell.”

For a time, the entire lake was filled with Mikey's crazy voice and laughter.