Interstellar leader

Just when the nuclear bomb was about to pass through their fleet and disappear into the vast sea of ​​stars, a huge mothership suddenly broke away from the team and rushed straight into its trajectory. "Corona 7" cut its shell like a knife through butter, and precisely rushed into the cockpit where the central control room is located. The whole process was so easy that the pressure on the nuclear bomb did not reach the threshold. Before it exploded, it came out from the other end.

It was Lynn's flagship, the Miranda.

It didn't open any protective shields, and all communication systems failed. In a strange and extreme silence, this mothership rushed to death like a ghost.

When Hehir recovered from the shock, there was still an expression of disbelief on his face.All of this is really ridiculous, as if there is an invisible hand of fate, holding the "Miranda" and dragging it forcibly.

The commanders of the Imperial Fleet were also speechless by the scene in front of them.It's certainly a pleasure to injure a mothership in vain, but the weird phenomenon just now sent chills down their backs.What exactly is that?If you change yourself, will this happen?

"Heycir, concentrate, hold on for a while longer, I need to wait for their encirclement to shrink, otherwise I won't be able to connect with the signal repeater." Li Qing stared at the trajectory of the imperial fleet, being frightened by the scene just now, They are now at a standstill.

The eerie silence on the battlefield continued, and the fleet of the Republic took the opportunity to maintain and recharge the defense system. The fleet of the Second Legion, which lost its commander, was taken over by Hehir. This time, the two legions may be real It's time to merge.

Marshal Jonathan is a prudent commander, and his experience of jumping to the vicinity of a neutron star by mistake in the centaur spiral arm area also made him full of awe of the universe.After a while, the empire's fleet determined that there was no unpredictable danger ahead, and began to attack instead, and the encirclement gradually narrowed.

Li Qing calmly connected to the communication of the Supreme Command, where several generals were staying up all night waiting for their news.After a few seconds of delay, Admiral Ackerman's tired voice came: "Isaac?"

"Lieutenant General Lynn is dead. I'm just telling you, I'm going to use the 'corona' self-destruct device."

Li Qing heard the sound of taking a deep breath from the other side, and Ackerman tried hard to control his voice not to tremble: "Doesn't this mean..."

"That's right. My identity will be discovered, and all the loopholes I made before will lose their strategic significance, and - I will face endless pursuit until he and I die." Li Qing He took out a small information storage device from his jacket pocket and stuffed it into the optical brain. A piece of software was imported into it, and a dark gray interface automatically popped up, on which a scorching star slowly rotated.

"But if I don't do this, I will die now." Li Qing smiled, and his fingers began to fly on the keyboard, the speed became faster and faster, and even brought afterimages.

The encirclement of the Imperial Fleet shrinks and shrinks, like a hand clenched on the neck getting stronger and stronger, just waiting for the final click to break the cervical spine.But they did not discover, and it is impossible to discover, that all the "corona" series weapons on the starships that stepped into the "Rockefeller" with a certain radius flashed a little bit of blue light in the dark, like the mysterious blue light shimmering in a dark mine. Crystal, in essence, is the same as the "goddess skirt", which is a beautiful and dangerous thing.

Heythel paid close attention to the situation on the battlefield. The explosion of every starship of her own was like a punch in her heart, and orders were issued one after another, just to hold on for more time.After a few rounds of attacks, she managed to catch her breath and turned to look at Li Qing on the screen, only to see that his finger was resting on a button, his eyes were focused on the screen, his expression was calm and indifferent.

A feeling of fear suddenly rose in Hehir's heart. The death of so many subordinates seemed to make no waves in his heart, and he never even frowned.The way he watched the starship explode was no different from watching a rock shatter. He was like a ghost floating outside the world, watching everything that happened with absolutely rational eyes, like a complete outsider.

What are these people to him?What does the world look like in his eyes?

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth raised a small arc. If you didn't observe carefully, you wouldn't be able to find that he was smiling.

"ended."

Li Qing pressed the start button.

Hehir didn't have time to think at all, and only saw that a "Corona 3" nuclear bomb that was attacking her was blown up halfway, without the influence of external force, and exploded into a beautiful spherical bouquet.Then, the weapon bays of the imperial fleet surrounded by a spherical shell burst into flames at the same time, detonating all flammable, temperature-controlled and pressure-controlled bombs in an instant, and starships of different sizes were neatly arranged. The ground shattered, and fireworks bloomed on the spherical shell surrounding the circle.

The colorful light was somewhat blocked by the portholes. From the perspective of the Republic's starship, the bright and intense light engulfed the fragments of the starship and spread out. When it passed near its own protective force field, even if it did not pass through the high-speed camera, it could Their extremely high speeds can be perceived with the naked eye.

After the material cloud composed of large and small fragments dispersed, both sides could clearly see the result of the serial explosion just now, whether it was from the photon telescope or the battlefield detection system. The mothership, a few old-fashioned small destroyers, and all other warships were blown into two pieces starting from the weapon bay, and even worse, they were smashed into slag, leaving no trace of the starship.

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Jonathan stood stiffly in his command ship, the muscles on his face twisted and pulled, like the corpse of a person who was frightened to death and sent to the freezer for two days before being fished out.When the fleet of the Republic began to bombard the protective force field of his mothership, he just woke up like a dream, and shouted at his subordinates who were still in a state of dementia with all the strength in his body: "What are you doing in a daze! Run away!" ah!!"

The major general next to him shivered as if he had been splashed with ice water, and his eyes became focused.After seeing the current battle situation clearly, he reflexively issued an order: "The remaining starships, immediately cover the Marshal to leave at all costs!"

At the same time, Li Qing on the other side issued an order to the Republic's fleet: "Jonathan's flagship 'Casey I' has excellent defense capabilities, and we may not be able to stop it from leaving. You fight against the remaining motherships, As many as can be shot down. The order is according to the list I sent, and the fire is concentrated one by one, which is more efficient."

Jonathan has always insisted on the principle that the commander should go last. The major general had already prepared a long speech to persuade the marshal, but he was surprised to find that he did not object to the usual, but instead urged the "Casey I" to leave as soon as possible.

The motherships covering them exploded one after another, and the dots representing them on the screen were dimmed one by one. The time was very short and precise, and the order was even arranged according to the defense strength of each mothership from low to high. .

There must be a spy!The major general raised his head angrily, but he saw panic and deep fear in the eyes of their always wise and determined marshal.

"It must be him... Who else but him? My God... My God! The dead are resurrected! Your Majesty actually used a spy..." Jonathan's lips trembled, his voice was hoarse, and every word he said was like a huge experience. pain. "I must tell His Majesty... now! Connect me to the communication now...!"

"It's about to jump, Marshal." A major reminded him. "Let's talk about it after the leap."

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"Jonathan, what are you talking about?" Chris barely sat up on the bed, and the maid beside him put a coat on him.At three o'clock in the morning, the sky was still pitch black, as if soaked in ink, and the cold stars shone in the sky.

Chris raised his hand and rubbed his drowsy head. Because he didn't rest well, the corners of his eyes were dry and red.I was woken up by an urgent communication during sleep time. Marshal Jonathan’s panicked voice came from the opposite side. The signal was a bit messy and distorted. I couldn’t hear what he was saying. It is estimated that the communication system was damaged during the battle.

He is a little irritable.Since the beginning of the war, daily affairs have gradually increased. The progress of the war has not been as smooth as expected, and the enemy's resistance has been unexpectedly stubborn.The empire has been dragged into a war of attrition. The most serious problem is the financial problem. All the legions are asking him for money. The problem is that the treasury is about to run into a deficit.

He was so busy that he could only sleep four or five hours a day.He was woken up by various urgent communications around five o'clock every morning, which was the most vulnerable time of his day.

He sat in the office half asleep and half awake, watching his assistant take in and out stacks of paper documents representing top secrets, and when they were carefully placed on his desk, he looked up at him timidly, as if he was looking at some scourge.

Whenever this happens, Chris can't help but think of Isaac. He can always solve all problems efficiently and seems to be omnipotent.He is so rational and gentle, everything is like the opposite of Chris.Most importantly, he is not afraid of him, he treats him as a human being, not a symbol named "Emperor".

The more I can't hold on, the more my thoughts grow like weeds, piercing into the flesh and bone marrow, and wrapping around the heart densely.Once you know what trust feels like, what friendship will bring, and someone you can rely on when you are tired, how can you get used to the days of trekking alone?

The familiar dull pain came from the temple and spread to all the limbs. Weakness, loneliness, longing... Depressed emotions were churning in his mind. Chris hugged his head, arched his body and buried his face in his knees, curled up He feels better.It is said that this is because the posture is closer to the state of the fetus in the mother's body, so you will feel at ease.

Speaking of which, he hadn't even seen his mother's face many times, and what impressed him most was her corpse.

At this time, Jonathan eliminated the fault, and his voice finally became clear.

"Your Majesty! Duke Bastal is not dead!"

Chris sat up straight at once, and after realizing what Jonathan was saying, a wave of ecstasy swept through his brain, washing away all reason.

"where is he?!"

"Your Majesty, calm down." Jonathan shouted, "He's a spy!"

"Impossible..." Chris' eyes went blank for a moment, and he instinctively refused to think, just denied.

Jonathan was in a hurry, and yelled at Chris at the other end, "Your Majesty, I beg you to wake up! Think about it! In the last free army incident, all the defense systems of the palace failed at the same time. Did you Do you think that group of mobs can do it? In the early stage of the war, the Republic knew the weaknesses of all our starships, and could predict our next move. And just now, we have obviously besieged more than one legion of the Republic. When the encirclement narrowed and approached them, all the 'Corona' series weapons exploded!"

"Think about who developed the 'stratus' computing system? Who developed the 'corona' series? Who has the ability to bury loopholes in these things that all weapons experts in the empire can't find?? Do you think Yes I do!!"

Chris trembled.It's not that he didn't doubt it, but the consequences made him refuse to think about it.He would rather not have the truth than let the last hope in his heart collapse.

Li Qing was not just a powerful assistant to him, nor just an ordinary friend.He is his desire, for his loyal subordinates, for his best friends, for his brothers and relatives, he pins everything he can't get on one person, like a bunch of apples that have nowhere to put them all in one basket.

He is the light of his life.

Did the world, after taking away his real brother, taking away his beautiful first love, taking away his right to have friends, hurt him all over, and wanted to plunder even his last hope?

"It's also possible...he was captured by the Republic..." Chris murmured in a low voice, not even believing it himself.

Just as Jonathan was about to refute, the optical brain in front of Chris's desk lit up, and a communication request was sent, address: near the White Butterfly Galaxy.

Chris dismissed the people around him, and picked up the communication dumbly.

"Actually, I was just trying. I didn't expect you to still use this mailing address. It seems that the reconstruction of the palace is doing well."

The voice has changed a bit, it is clearer than before, but it is still a familiar tone - indifferent, calm, like a calm mirror lake.

"Good morning, Chris."

Chris was silent, and under the silence, it erupted silently like a volcano.

Li Qing continued: "The wise Marshal Jonathan must have guessed my identity, I just want to dispel your ridiculous idea that I am a prisoner. Because if you think so, I can't guarantee what you will do— —It would mess up the course of the war, you know, it's not predictable. Too much randomness is always something that I don't like."

Chris heard him chuckle twice, and the laughter pierced his heart like two swords.

"Chris, I am indeed a spy. I have been a spy since the beginning. The reason why you can't find me is that I found the solar system and completed the genetic transition. Now I don't have to hide it. You can easily find out who I am .”

"I'm Isaac Lancelot. I'm currently the deputy head of the First Corps of the Republic Defense Force, with the rank of colonel." Li Qing turned to Jonathan, who shared the communication, and said, "I'm sorry just now, Marshal Jonathan. But war is like this, If I had the chance, I would leave you there without mercy."

Jonathan remembered that a few years ago, he invited the young man who was in charge of the design of the "Corona" series to drink tea, and they chatted very well about war strategies and weapon research.At that time, Isaac had a gentle smile on his face, patiently explaining the most basic principles to his grandson who loves aerospace aircraft models.

The young man now used the "Corona" to blow up his fleet, killing his trusted subordinates and causing him to flee in a panic.Now, he said to him in his usual calm and gentle tone in the communication: Sorry, but this is how war is.

Jonathan felt that his throat was blocked by something, he had difficulty breathing, and felt a little nauseous.

"By the way, Jonathan." Li Qing asked: "The 'Miranda' was blown up, so it shouldn't be your fault?"

Jonathan yelled at him with a hoarse voice: "Lancelot! You better recognize your identity, you are our enemy, why should I reveal it to you?"

"The so-called hostility is temporary, and war is also a very boring thing. I need your confirmation because that phenomenon is related to a secret—a secret that transcends war and peace, the secular world and sentient beings. It is a secret deep in the universe. about the nature of the world."

Li Qing sighed. "Why are human beings always obsessed with wars and scrambles, hostility and camps, while ignoring more important things? It's completely superficial... Forget it, you won't see that far away, and most people won't. This is the essence of human beings. sorrow."

Finally, he said goodbye to the emperor who had been silent all this time, his voice was as soft and warm as a feather.

"Goodbye, Chris. Best regards."

The communication was hung up, and the projection screen of the optical brain disappeared.Chris was still sitting there, his face as white as a piece of paper.The last hope was shattered, the imaginary anger and bloodthirsty did not well up from the bottom of his heart, he should be hated—hate Isaac for cheating him for so long, hate himself for trusting too much; he should hope to catch him immediately The most incredible spy in history tortured him to death.

But he didn't.

He actually felt a little relieved, like a traveler who finds a dazzling comet on a high mountain and feels pain because it suddenly goes out halfway. When it lights up again, the joy in his heart overwhelms everything. It doesn't matter if you hit your head and smash yourself to pieces.

What Chris wants to do most now is to see him again.

He must be crazy.

Recalling Isaac's words, he raised his hand and waved weakly, and the curtains opened.From here you can see the deep night and the bright stars.The night sky of the imperial capital is extremely bright, but beneath it is a corrupted earth.

War is a very boring thing.

You won't see that far, most of you won't.This is the tragedy of mankind.

The calm voice with a trace of pity still echoed in his head, and the clear and clear state of mind lasted only for a moment, and then he was overwhelmed by the heavier reality.

Chris hugged his head and slid along the wall to sit on the carpet. His fingers sank deeply into the blond hair. He cried silently at first, then began to sob softly, and finally couldn't help crying hoarsely, as if he was going to die for decades. Repression is released.

He is "the majority".

He can't see far.

The author has something to say: Since I don't want to stop at the **, this chapter has more than 5000 words!

The author who is addicted to abusing Chris and cannot extricate himself.