star lord returns

Taking advantage of his senior brother's absence, No. 20 moved up to No. 38, and looked up and down his face with a pair of big eyes.

No. 38 seems to be used to others looking at his face like this, so he can only sit on the sofa, maintain a normal expression, and look at No. 20 openly.

No. 20 sighed, "Dude, you're so fucking handsome!"

No. 38 smiled faintly, noncommittal, and there seemed to be some deep meaning in that smile.

He knew better than anyone else how lethal his face was. No. 20 was not the first person, and of course it couldn't be the last person.

It's good to get used to this kind of thing.

"Dude, can you tell me, are you born so handsome, or did you get plastic surgery the day after tomorrow?

Nan Jing stared directly at the picture on the light screen and then raised his ears to eavesdrop openly. After hearing what No. 20 said, he was about to spit.

Boy, you are too direct.

However, good question, in fact, he has long wanted to know the answer to this question.

To be honest, Nan Jing really doesn't believe that someone can be born with a perfectly symmetrical face. He even used his own face as a drawing tool to make it axisymmetric, but found that it looks so fucking too Scary.

But number 38 is just too good-looking.

No. 38 said with a half-smile: "The face is real, I don't need to hide my identity."

Not many people know him anyway.

Nan Jing turned his head to look at No. 38, but unexpectedly bumped into a pair of dark pupils.

A heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and it beat so violently that it almost made the heart jump out of the chest.

Nan Jing was taken aback for a moment, and continued to look at No. 38.

A few seconds later, No. 38 showed a strange smile to Nan Jing, and then took the initiative to look away.

However, Nanjing did not return to normal because of the departure of his sight.

He saw with his own eyes that everything in the world receded from him and gradually disappeared from his vision.

No. 38 raised his eyebrows slightly, and immediately turned his gaze back.

The pair of pupils, which are integrated with the color of the pupils and have no difference, seem to be moving, and because the colors are integrated, it is impossible to detect it.

A feeling that Nan Jing has drifted out of the world and his brain is blank arises spontaneously.

who am I?

"You are you." A voice said softly.

Where am I?

"You are already dead."

I am already dead?

An indescribable sadness welled up in Nan Jing's heart.

No, he truly felt that he did not die, but came to another world.

Nan Jing was immediately overwhelmed by the weird voice and dialogue, and a pair of eyes looked around the front in a daze.

Pictures of his death appeared in his vision one after another - he went to the battlefield, driving a pure white strange mecha, facing a three-story-high bug soldier.

The insect soldier has sixteen slender and polite legs with countless barbs, two pairs of wings that are enough for it to fly in the universe, and four pairs of compound eyes. It opens its mouth to reveal the fangs inside, which looks quite scary .

Nan Jing's body trembled a little.

But at this time, he was sitting in the mecha, holding the direction control of the mecha with one hand, and trembling imperceptibly with the other hand, quickly pressing the control buttons of the mecha.

The body of the mech is moving flexibly, avoiding the attacks from the bug soldiers.

A beautiful small villa was turned into ruins by the machetes of the insect soldiers behind Nan Jing.

Nan Jing opened fire on the insect soldiers.

The enlarged use of ancient martial arts, the wind blade cut off a machete of the insect soldier at the waist.

The Zong Soldier uttered a sharp cry, which made Nanjingxiang tear up in pain, wishing he could drive his mecha directly into the upstairs.

However, Nam Kyung held back.

He squeezed the operating handle tightly, and fired at the insect soldier's soft belly.

Holding the sharp sword in the hand of the mecha, it passed through the insect soldier's abdomen, and the impact force directly hit the insect soldier on a nearby building. Afterwards, Nanjing didn't give it any chance to recover, and directly shot the insect soldier. The flames that spewed out burned the bug soldiers into ashes.

Nan Jing quietly watched the Zerg race completely annihilated, and then turned around, his eyes full of sadness——

He saw that the city had been completely occupied by Zergs. Tens of thousands of Zergs were flying and crawling in the sky or on the ground, using their weird bodies to keep killing humans and cutting down everything in the city. .

The soldiers of the Galactic Empire fought bloody battles with the Zerg, but they were no match for the Zerg, who possessed powerful regenerative abilities and could travel freely in the universe. They were all exhausted and fell behind.

Nan Jing shivered abruptly.

What is this place?

When is this?

Is this scene really acceptable to him?

Broken limbs and human corpses were everywhere, and the marble floor was stained red with blood.

Half of the statue of the goddess in the central square has collapsed, and the head was ruthlessly thrown to the ground, and no one cares about it.

The long street is full of devastation, and the citizens who have not been removed hold their heads, howl, scream, and run in horror, but they cannot escape the fate of being killed by the Zerg.

Nan Jing's heart throbbed with pain.

This is his country, his people.

No one can see hell on earth and remain indifferent.

Filled with grief and indignation, Nan Jing hacked and killed the several insects and beasts that surrounded him one by one.

The sun set in the sky, and three golden moons rose one by one from the east.

The fighting has not stopped.

Panting, Nan Jing touched the sweat on his head, took a deep breath, and stopped the mech on the top of the tallest building.

Looking around, their credit doesn't seem to have any effect——

The Zerg was still overcast, and a group of Zerg flew across the field, and the green grass turned into a piece of bare soil with a yellowish surface.

"Report to the Empress that our damage has exceeded expectations, and implore the Empress to order the abandonment of asteroid No. 22."

A handsome young general knelt on one knee in front of Nan Jing. On his neck was a deep bloodstain, and his body was stained with blood, but was covered by the black military uniform.

"Shen Qiao."

Nan Jing closed his eyes wearily, and covered his eyes with his hands that he couldn't bear to see the world anymore.

"What about the residents?"

Shen Qiao's eyes were dim, but she still gritted her teeth and said: "We can't take everyone away, we take the children and scientists away first, and I will arrange for the others to hide in the city's underground shelter, and come back after we send the first batch of people away Pick up the second group."

Nan Jing looked at Shen Qiao in a daze, and said, "We will not come back again."

Once they leave, it means that the rest of the people have been completely abandoned.

The resources of the army are very limited. It can even be said that the military department is the only hope for the future of the empire.

The lives of soldiers are far more than the lives of civilians, Shen Qiao said that, it was just to comfort Nan Jing.

The two fell into a moment of silence.

This silence was like deathly stillness, son, the city with howling wind and howling wind, seemed abrupt and unreal.

Nan Jing stared at the front without focus, and he didn't know what he saw.

"If Landis is still there, what would he choose?" Nan Jing heard himself muttering.

Shen Qiao's head dropped, and she said in a hoarse voice: "His Majesty Landis is always the most decisive. When he makes a choice, he will never hesitate."

"What if I make the wrong choice?"

"Like His Majesty Landis, you will never make a wrong decision."

Shen Qiao put her right hand on her chest and beat it hard.

"Because no matter what you choose, there will always be people who are dissatisfied, and there will always be people who agree."

"But all your choices, cruel or not, are for the future of the empire."

"You are the supreme ruler of the empire, and no one can disobey your orders."

Nan Jing moved his lips, and struggled to spit out a few indistinct words.

……

Nan Jing was in a trance for a moment, then heard the slightly crisp voice of No. 20 continuing to say: "Hey, I don't believe it, how can someone look like this, as if they were painted."

No. 38 hooked the corners of her lips, retracted her gaze from Nan Jing, and said, "Why don't you use a professional facial recognition system to detect me. After all, if you have plastic surgery, you can easily reveal your true colors."

Nan Jing's pupils suddenly constricted, his eye sockets widened, and he looked at No. 38 with eyes like seeing a ghost.

What happened to him just now?

Those vivid scenes are not like imagined in the mind at all, but more like what really happened——

Strange but devastated city;

Exhausted Mech Warrior;

Crying and screaming crowds running around;

Corpses lying on Central Avenue in various unsightly poses——

And those Zerg races that are terrifying and eager to be completely wiped out.

If it wasn't for the fact that the room was still full of commentary voices from the mech arena, Nan Jing couldn't even be sure whether he would be able to get out of those scenes soon.