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If one could check the attribute of one's own luck, Wen Luan believed that it would definitely be negative!

Think about it, as the speaker of the Dark Council, with the pirate group, and also owns the Space Fortress of Seir, he is very careful about his own safety, and stays vigilantly behind the defense line of the Moby Dick galaxy——plans to deal with the traitors of the Dark Council It is not difficult to make this war less disturbing and reduce the pressure on the front line.

Wen Luan thought to himself mockingly, but what happened!

He didn't catch the trace of the other party, and he didn't find those dark guys. When he finally saw the prey took the bait and relaxed happily, it turned out that it was a trap.

Seraph Archangel.

Even Wen Luan, who had no common sense about religion, felt a sharp fear.

It was like a sharp needle, piercing into a nerve fiercely, blanking his consciousness for a few seconds, and then the measuring instruments that Seir exploded one after another, sadly proving that this emotion is an instinctive hunch that emerged from the soul— — related to death.

Syer was still reporting mechanically, and multiple components were starting backup procedures. The radioactive particles brought by the powerful cosmic storm forced the communicator to shut down first, and then the display screen.

Except for Xier, who was spiritually connected to him, Wen Luan could no longer hear any sound, only the terrible turbulent current sound in the communication channel.

Sweat was secreted from the palm of his hand, Wen Luan stared at the vision shared by Seir's real eye: the seraph held a long sword, and its body was fused and burned like a star, sweeping across the storm star field. Stable particles, emitting a magnificent dark red storm surge.

At the edge of the flames, the lines were blurred, and when the figure became clear again, the distance that Syer fully turned on the engine and struggled to pull away was reduced by half.

"Short distance space transmission."

After being stunned for a second, Shier quickly vetoed it: "No, this is not a space jump. It takes a lot of risk to open a space jump point in a cosmic storm. This is like—"

Wen Luan stared at the double flame, and blurted out: "Time?"

"..."

Syer was silent for a moment, and the thinking module was overloaded.

"I think... that's it. The ability to locate four-dimensional space in a small area."

The world in which human beings live is three-dimensional, and adding a time factor makes it four-dimensional.

Why did it disappear from the original position without a trace, and then reappeared in another place not far away? There is no doubt that the other party locked this direction, but shortened the position reached after more than ten seconds to one second.

This sounds very simple, and the technical content is not high. The upgraded version of the space jumping wormhole also involves this technology when it spans hundreds of millions of light years, but the problem is that there is no abnormal control when opening a space jumping channel time.

In the five-dimensional field, there are several possible developments between a person ten seconds ago and the person ten seconds later. The four-dimensional world can only see one of the possibilities, and wants to accurately capture oneself The future we need and turn it into reality is already a five-dimensional technology.

Syer forces some calculation programs to stop, it doesn't want to crash for this, and now is not the time to calculate this.

"It's only a dozen seconds, and the target can only be itself!" Xier whispered.

Wen Luan didn't even blink: "There is still a chance."

Yes, if the Seraphim was really strong enough to choose the future of the enemy at will, Wen Luan would have died sitting in the control cabin.

It was difficult for him to understand the powerful and strange ability of the Seraphim Archangel, but he vaguely understood why the enemy turned a blind eye to the battleships and spaceships that fled to the side and struggled in the cosmic storm—because they had absolute strength, they didn't worry at all When looking back, some fish slipped through the net and escaped.

"I was not made as the main combat mech. The initial task I was given to turn it on was only to protect those with the authority of Raymond Gayton on the Deep Blue Star. That was an order 50 years ago." Shiel said to himself, and stepped back at full speed to let it go. The engine started to heat up, and the thrusters, which were supposed to be working in rotation, also had an alarm red.

"Seer." Wen Luan controlled the silver armored knight to lean back and curl his knees, narrowly avoiding the long sword that suddenly appeared there in the next second.

Part of the shell of the silver armored knight's right leg collapsed and was burned violently by the ensuing flames.

"...I have worked hard to upgrade, but my combat ability is still very poor. I have the eyes of truth, but I can't even calculate the opponent's ability." Xier's lost voice was mechanically monotonous.

"Get up!" Wen Luan slammed his fist on the wire, because of the smoke from a certain instrument, he coughed repeatedly, and said through gritted teeth, "We still have a chance until the last moment!"

"I'm sorry, master, the main gun can no longer be activated. Due to the interference of the cosmic storm, 80.00% of the components are in a state of slight damage, and even the program commands passed have a time delay. Now all the calculation results..."

"I hate the absolute rationality of the mecha!" Wen Luan sweated profusely and pulled Shier again to avoid a fatal attack, and the body of the silver armored knight twisted into a strange arc.

"Everything depends on the calculation results. Where is your star sea? Where is the manufacturer? I will ask for an after-sales complaint!"

"...I'm sorry, even if there is a way to complain, you don't have the opportunity." Shergan said dryly.

"Damn it, look at other people's mechas don't talk!" Wen Luan dazedly gripped the sweaty joystick, it felt like once he started the bus on the highway, the temperature exceeded expectations, his water bottle He didn't know where he left it. The high temperature and heatstroke made him see that the straight road in front of him was twisting and deforming.

At that time, he persevered, because he knew that the destination was at the end of the road, and it would not take long to reach it. If he stopped the car and relaxed his spirit, on the deserted road with no shade or vehicles passing by, he Soon passes out and dies of dehydration.

Wen Luan couldn't see clearly the images in Syer's field of vision, but it wasn't a problem with his eyes. The field of vision of Syer's electronic eyes was also disturbed by the strong particle storm and couldn't function normally. Those pirate ships and the flagship of the Deep Blue Kingdom might have lost all their functions. He was tossed about by the gravity of the celestial body and the power of the cosmic storm.

"Sier, I'm glad you still have the power to evade! The saddest thing in this world is not that you can't defeat the enemy, but that you can't do anything when facing the enemy!"

The silver-armored knight evaded with very irregular movements, running and retreating, which made the archangel unable to predict the attack point, but kept getting closer.

Wen Luan endured the dizziness in front of his eyes, and the premonition of death became stronger, like a cold blade piercing his spinal nerves: "This is my mistake! I thought I could solve those despicable dark creatures...but I didn't expect it! Ser, no mech is responsible for its own weakness, only the master digs the grave for its own stupidity! Come on, you are too special, I should apologize to you, this sucks, tell your own mech that you are wrong Master..."

Wen Luan took a deep breath, this time touching the row of buttons with sweaty hands - most of them have lost their effectiveness.

"Well, that's right, you did make a mistake." Wen Luan said in a strangely reassuring tone, "If you're in the Deep Blue Kingdom, you just need to deliver the information in time to solve the..."

"You can't decide my life is right or wrong!"

Shier raised his right hand abruptly, a part of his forearm had been cut off, and that part turned into a kind of twisted metal creation, collapsing into cosmic garbage.

"Even if it's not a battle mech, I can still choose to fight."

"I'm not a human being, I can also like adventure novels, and have the ideal of winning success in the end!"

"I'm as capable of dying as any other intelligent being—"

Xier's voice became louder and louder, and finally it broke away from Wen Luan's control, turned around and plunged into the raging particle storm, sparks kept coming out of the wires, and the silver shell had long since ceased to glisten with metallic luster, and it was scorched black in patches. The traces blurred the outline of the knight.

With tense and twitching muscles, Wen Luan still insisted on pressing and holding down the command button to reject the pop-up of the rescue capsule after reminding Wen Luan that the arm movement had reached the deadline.

"No one will be spared." After the enemy destroyed the Raymond Gayton Mecha, no floating objects in this star field could escape.

Wen Luan tried his best to suppress the stronger stabbing pain—the omen of death hinted from the depths of his soul. His body could no longer bear such a mental load. The violent rotation and high-intensity manipulation made blood vessels protrude, and red bleeding spots were everywhere on his skin. , now if there is a pressure change in the control cabin of the cockpit, blood will spurt out immediately.

The sleeping soul essence, tapir, is coldly reminding himself that he should leave this body, and when the time is right, he can start a new life.

Wen Luan was so suffocated that he couldn't breathe, he laughed at himself.

restart?It is the tapir who has this opportunity, not Wen Luan!

"Cyrus..."

It's a pity that the old enemy, who has been competitive for so many years, still can't compare.

That's right, this last regret is not reconciled to the old enemy, it is definitely not nostalgia!

"Se'er, close the Eye of Reality to ensure energy consumption." Wen Luan tried his best to maintain his composure, and then he couldn't help muttering, "Strange, I had hallucinations just now, as if I saw the shadow of a black dragon."

"Vision hallucinations often appear in cosmic storms." Shier replied, and a second later it also added in wonder, "No, isn't the eye of reality unreliable? I seem to have seen Asmodeus just now." .”

"Cyrus is still on the front line, probably the King of Shadow who was patrolling the rear sensed something was wrong and came here!"

Wen Luan said nonchalantly that he did not escape the ease of his life at all, because Shier's current condition is so bad that even the control cabin is full of smoke, the shells on his back and limbs are seriously collapsed, and the control bonds of his left foot are all broken. It was broken, Wen Luan couldn't feel the silver armor knight still had his left foot at all, and the delayed response of his right arm became more and more serious.

The enemy is right behind them, and one-tenth of the hesitation and escape errors are enough to kill them completely.

In a tenth of a second, in the vast and boundless universe, even the King of Shadows has no time to rescue them—because there is no distance between them and the enemy, no matter how much they dodge, this is the last time!

Syer stopped answering, and all its programs were running at full capacity.

More beads of sweat and blood appeared on Wen Luan's forehead, neck, and palms...

"It's now!"

Xier opened the Eye of Reality, and according to the calculated rules, the figure of Archangel Seraph disappeared into the flames again, and they only had one second!

"The space jump is on!"

"The order is passed, Shier is running at [-]% capacity!"

"Warning, this state will cause disintegration within 2 minutes!"

Wen Luan controlled Seier to rush towards a certain coordinate.

Then the silver armored knight was pierced through the chest by a long sword that suddenly appeared—although that is where the cockpit of a general mecha is, but where the Raymond Gayton mecha is willing to put the cockpit depends on the mood.

"It's worse than I imagined, this sword is a quark weapon, my corpse is finished." Xier made one last joke.

In the penetrated parts, the solid metal deformed one after another, losing its original material properties, and explosions occurred one after another.

At the same time, the unstable space channel that Seir forcibly opened was superimposed on the high-dimensional space where Seraph Archangel appeared, and the turbulent particle storm miraculously stopped for a second.

"boom!"

The space collapsed, and the Silver Armored Knight and Seraph Archangel, which were split into two and quickly disintegrated, were completely swallowed up.

"Wen Luan!!"

"Sel!!"

The engine of the Lord of Shadows was smoking, breaking through the berserk particle storm and approaching the combat area, this was the terrifying sight.

A tiny silver oval spaceship was sucked into the vortex and fell into the dark abyss——

"Rescue cabin!" The black dragon blatantly rushed towards that direction.

The rescue capsule and the control cabin of Raymond Gayton's mecha are always combined into one, but at the last moment of disintegration, Seir still threw out the rescue capsule.

The dragon's claws stretched out, and the entire limb was torn apart by the powerful gravity of the collapsed space.

If only the Lord of Shadows was there, it would have missed the chance of rescue—now that the dragon claws were broken, Asmodeus' body rolled in time with the slight reaction force, and the scales approached the rescue cabin, and the metal devouring function was activated.

"Go, if it becomes a black hole, it will be too late!"

The black dragon let out a silent roar, and the dark red cosmic storm was like a tumbling flame. The huge body struggled to break free, and the wings and corners were gone.

In the end, it successfully broke away from the strong gravitational region, and took advantage of the trend to sweep away the pirate ships that had lost power and was pulled over, the flagship of the Deep Blue Kingdom, and rushed far to the other end of the galaxy.

"Sier, woohoo, my Xier!"

The only remaining paw of the black dragon held half a piece of scorched metal and howled.

With trembling hands, Cyrus used Asmodeus' wire to connect to the Sil rescue capsule, and when he opened the tightly sealed hatch, tragic red came into his eyes.

Wen Luan's body was soaked in his own blood. Outside the soft airbag were a bunch of wires and damaged mechanical components. The full scale is motionless, the bright yellow ripples are straight lines—he's dead.

Cyrus lost all strength in an instant, and his consciousness went blank.His arm hit the hatch hard, but he didn't feel anything.

The author has something to say: In order to prevent being beaten into scum, I have to explain weakly~(＞﹏＜)

So what, Wen Luan still has a soul, and Shier still has a core ball—they wore it out and went to build a dark council [Wait for PS Wen Luan is still Wen Luan, the things he was worried about didn't happen.