Interstellar Peak Glory

Ling Feitong's heart moved, and after pondering for a moment, he immediately thought of where the joints were.

He frowned and said, "Who is the newly elected commander of the expeditionary army?"

"It's the distance of the clouds."

"Damn!" Ling Feitong gritted his teeth immediately, furious, and said, "This damned bastard!"

Mo Jiahua asked: "Do you have a deep resentment towards Yun Zhiyao?"

Ling Feitong took a deep breath, ignoring his overreaction, organized his words in his mind, and said with a gloomy face: "Yun Zhiyao is just a hypocritical white-eyed wolf, and in order to gain power and status, he will do whatever he can. It is seriously suspected that the death of the old head of the expeditionary legion was caused by Yun Zhiyao."

"Old army commander?" Mo Jiahua frowned, and said, "You mean the old hooligan?"

Ling Feitong glanced at Mo Jiahua, shook his head and said: "It's not him, but his grandfather Ye Kun, Yun Zhiyao is likely to do something to Ye Kun for the blood Rakshasa."

Every country has secrets that no one knows. Mo Jiahua only knows that Ye Kun met a murderous, ruthless interstellar pirate, and died shortly thereafter. Now that he heard Ling Feitong's words, he knew there was another version .

Although Ling Feitong used a speculative tone, Mo Jiahua can be sure that Ling Feitong must have evidence.

Ling Feitong's eyes were cold, and he was caught in memories.

Ye Kun was kind to him. At the beginning, he came to the Shiweier Empire from a homeless place. Because he was still a slave, he could only manage employment and fight black fists in the local slave farm.

Not long after, Ling Feitong was discovered by Ye Kun when he was at the end of his life, and he redeemed him at a high price.

Since then, Ling Feitong has officially embarked on the road of becoming a warrior.

Ling Feitong was promoted all the way by Ye Kun, coupled with his extreme hard work and talent to become a strategic commander, so his journey went smoothly, and he quickly jumped from a low-ranking soldier to the captain of the army unit.

However, the good times didn't last long. In Ling Feitong's fourth year of joining the army, Ye Kun was on his way back to the imperial capital from the border to visit his relatives. He encountered a group of interstellar pirates who were running around and committed crimes, and almost died in the siege.

Although Ye Kun later drove the God of War Mecha Blood Rakshasa, broke through the encirclement, and escaped all the way back, but his mental strength has been greatly traumatized, and it will not take long for him to die.

Before Ye Kun died, he personally handed Xue Luosha into the hands of Ling Feitong, and announced him as the next head of the expeditionary army.

In the Red River galaxy, in order to demonstrate the absolute honor of the God of War, before the God of War resigns, they can designate anyone as the successor of the God of War mecha, even if that person is a slave.

However, in order to ensure that the God of War mecha will not be discredited by the rubbish successor, after the heir is appointed, if other people are not convinced, they can challenge the heir. If the heir is defeated, the mecha will be handed over to the winner.

The designated heir has a protection period of up to three years. If he chooses not to drive the God of War Mecha within three years after taking over, then no one is qualified to challenge him during these three years.

Although Ling Feitong got the Blood Rakshasa, he chose to wait.

The three-year deadline is approaching, maybe Ling Feitong's strength is not what it used to be, or maybe his prestige has a certain influence among the army and the people. I can't sit still.

Ling Feitong still remembers that very dark day, when Yun Zhiyao led the regent's personal guards and surrounded him in the sky above the slave field, he told him with a sinister smile through the optical brain-"I failed to kill the old man completely, On the contrary, giving him the chance to say his last words is really the thing I regret the most. But it's not bad now, you will meet the old man soon!"

Thinking of this, Ling Feitong couldn't help feeling stuffy in his heart, his eyes darkened, and he wished he could swallow this bastard Yun Zhiyao alive.

"Will Xue Luosha be in Yun Zhiyao's hands now?" Mo Jiahua put one hand on Ling Feitong's back and patted it lightly.

Every time the matter of death is brought up, it is undoubtedly a kind of psychological harm to Ling Feitong, but Mo Jiahua can't speak to comfort him, so he can only comfort him.

Ling Feitong looked at Mo Jiahua with complicated eyes, and said, "It's in his hands."

Mo Jiahua said: "The Blood Rakshasa has always been in Ling's hands, I believe Ling will hide the Blood Raksha well."

Ling Feitong couldn't help laughing wryly, and said: "Your Highness, Ling has lived in the Shiweier Empire for so many years. How can people around him not know all his weaknesses and shortcomings? If those people threaten him with his weakness, how should Ling choose?" ?”

His short board, his weakness, his weakness, there is only one - his two precious sons.

In Mo Jiahua's eyes, there was a dense black mist that could not be dispelled. At this moment, he was already sure that Ling Feitong must have given birth to a child for him.

The West Shuguang Empire is extremely far away from Shiwell, and with Ling Feitong's intentional concealment, it is normal for him not to know that Ling Feitong has a child.

However, as the people around Ling Feitong, especially his soldiers, who get along with him day and night, they will never know anything about his children. Fortunately, I am afraid that even those people don't know that the other father of the children will It is Prince Mojiahua of the Western Shuguang Empire who seems to have nothing to do with Ling Feitong.

Otherwise, those two children might have been killed without even having the chance to threaten Ling Feitong.

Mo Jiahua's mind became gloomy, he squinted his eyes, tapped on the table twice with his fingers, and said: "It seems that Yun Zhiyao really deserves to die."

Ling Feitong nodded vigorously, gritted his teeth and said, "This kind of beast that is not as good as pigs and dogs deserves to die without a place to die."

Mo Jiahua raised his hand and patted the back of Ling Feitong's head lightly.

Ling Feitong was taken aback, looked at Mo Jiahua dazedly, and said, "Why did you hit me?"

"The expression is wrong, try again." Mo Jiahua said calmly.

Ling Feitong: "..."

The gloomy air that had been brewing in his belly was slapped away by Mo Jiahua just like that.

Ling Feitong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Your Highness, your ability to destroy the atmosphere is still at the level of a master."

Mo Jiahua's face was paralyzed, and he said, "This king doesn't like the way you looked just now."

"Okay." Ling Feitong also exhaled the turbidity in his chest, feeling much more relaxed.

However, Ling Feitong really couldn't let go of the fact that Mo Jiahua was going to give Yun Zhiyao the head.

Ling Feitong moved his body, looked at Mo Jiahua and said, "Your Highness, are you really going to be a stepping stone for Yun Zhiyao's Pingyun?"

"It's not that simple, but it won't be too long." Mo Jiahua rubbed Ling Feitong's head and said, "Do you want to go with me?"

Ling Feitong was taken aback for a moment, then asked with wide eyes: "Is it possible?"

When Mo Jiahua went to war, although he took him with him, but only occasionally for a few expeditions, and the time was less than three months, Mo Jiahua would let him stay at home.

But this time, Mo Jiahua said straightforwardly: "Yes."

Ling Feitong was almost unstoppable and rushed forward to kiss Mo Jiahua - well, it was because he took a mouthful of oil and hadn't wiped it off, and it dried on his mouth during this time, so when he rushed over, he was caught Mo Jiahua refused with a disgusted face.

Ling Feitong: "..."

Sure enough, it was still the same as before, not romantic at all.

Ling Feitong always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it at the time, so he didn't pay much attention.

Half an hour after eating, Mo Jiahua took Ling Feitong to the virtual mech training room that had been closed.

Ling Feitong looked at this training room full of the latest high-tech smart products, and said enviously: "Your Highness, you are really rich."

He wanted to come in before, but in this very private training room, various confidential data on Mo Jiahua's spiritual power, ancient martial power and mechs were recorded, so it was not open to the public.

Ling Feitong couldn't come in, so he could only look at the ocean and sigh.

Compared with the Holographic Realm, the effect is better, and the privacy is better. To build such a mech simulator similar to the Holographic Realm, the required capital investment must be calculated in units of hundreds of millions.

Mo Jiahua looked at his face full of admiration, then opened the door and said, "Enter your fingerprint and pupil identification."

Ling Feitong was slightly surprised, and with excitement, recorded his pupils and fingerprints into the access control.

Ling Feitong asked: "Your Highness, do you mean that I can come in casually in the future?"

Mo Jiahua glanced at him lightly, and said: "Otherwise, do you think that this king asked you to come in to clean and pick up trash?"

Ling Feitong: "..."

He felt that for Mo Jiahua, if he didn't have a poisonous tongue, he would definitely die, he would definitely die!

There are more than one mech cabin in the training room, the mecha cabin is completely modeled after the real mech, and there are multiple sets of different types of mech keyboards and virtual weapons.

As long as you wear special glasses, you can enter the three-dimensional space, operate the mecha with your fingers, and your sight and body feel like you are in a real battle scene, with a high degree of simulation.

Mo Jiahua entered a mecha cabin first, and said, "Go in, and follow the instructions to choose."

Having not tested Ling Feitong's mecha level for so many years, Mo Jiahua couldn't help feeling a little itchy in his heart, so he wanted to test Ling Feitong's current driving skills himself.

Ling Feitong eagerly entered the mecha cabin next to Mo Jiahua.

He selected the 256-key type that he is good at on the intellectual brain, and the 128-keyboard in front of him was automatically taken away, and a densely packed keyboard that was twice as large as before slid in front of Ling Feitong.

Ling Feitong touched the familiar control buttons of the mech, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Afterwards, Zhinao issued a voice prompt to let him choose the mecha weapon.

What Ling Feitong is best at is not the mecha of the fighting type, but the mecha of the cold gun type.

Speaking of which, the cold gun type is one of the most unpopular mech weapons, and the most popular mech weapon is undoubtedly the cannonball type.

Gun-type mechas are not only the easiest to operate, but relatively speaking they are also the most lethal. They are also suitable for long-range attacks, making mecha masters more secure.

The mechas of the cold gun type are mostly used in close combat. The weight of the cold gun is second only to the guns and guns. The one-time lethality alone cannot be compared with the shells. In addition, the cold gun is not easy to control. Therefore, the long gun In the eyes of fighters or pilots, it has always been a tasteless existence.

However, when Ling Feitong was in the slave field, he was born in melee combat, but he was better at playing cold guns.

□Author's gossip: Dear friends, the update will be posted in the group, and the first [-] updates will be released today, okay?