typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 194 The Defender’s Dying Secret

 The year of Gaia is 2695, and the year of Plato is 495. The "Battle of Aposa" that took place in the outer defensive space of Plato was the first large-scale fierce battle in which the Gaia fleet dared to invade the enemy's space territory on a large scale.

Since then, the war between the two sides is no longer just for the purpose of competing for interstellar mineral resources, but has risen to the stage of struggle for the survival of civilization.

Although Kalki used ingenuity and courage to defeat the huge invading enemy ships as quickly as possible. However, during the chaotic process of penetrating bombardment, no one noticed that a ship of only 75 meters escaped from the tail of the flagship "Kunlun"

Long miniature command escapement ship.

Just as colorful bullets of various types were intertwined in the dark space like various strings, the command ship, shining with black gold light and like a moth, flew away into the darkness of deep space at high speed.

It was followed by two heavy interstellar battleships and a frigate. When the remnants of the Seventh Fleet scattered and fled in various directions in the universe, everything was unnoticed.

A burst of brown-red cosmic dust from the interstellar dust belt enveloped it like a mist. Both sides invested tens of thousands of warships of various sizes. The interstellar battlefield was as fierce as a giant ship smashing field, but suddenly it seemed so small again.

"We only have 1 light hour left from Plato's star!"

A young man from the flight crew wearing Plato's medical uniform shouted excitedly.

But the man with tanned skin and black hair who heard this sentence had a square face and looked extremely seriously at the human body in a huge machine filled with various extremely detailed pipes.

The naked Ahil seemed to be suspended in a cylindrical treatment machine. His whole body was pale and bloodless. The once perfect body of the White Tiger Commander was now like an ice sculpture. There was only a sense of beauty, but no trace of it.

Vitality of life.

"It's too late, it's too late..." Military Medical Chief Rhodes frowned, touching various data on the touch screen with his hand, "The sudden outbreak of war inspired the defense circle to change the magnetic field of space, causing

The interstellar flight that originally only took three and a half hours has turned into a long 13-hour return trip. It would be great if we could get back to Plato's Gruneng Treatment Center in time..."

"We have tried our best to dialyze out the 'wahala wine' in the blood of the whole body, but his heart and kidneys have suffered irreversible damage, and neither catecholamines nor nitrates can enter his body."

A female military doctor in a white medical uniform lowered her head sadly. Her golden-red hair was tied into a ponytail, looking very neat and clean.

"There are still 15 minutes...he will completely lose consciousness and enter a state of death." After Rhodes finished speaking, he operated a few times on the floating screen.

Ahil's whole body was sprayed with a layer of pure white cotton and chemical fiber composite, which immediately condensed on the human body into a form-fitting garment. Immediately, the tall body of the defense was firmly and gently placed on a white bed.

Sleep on the bed, and then the transparent medical instrument slowly opens like a drawer.

Of course, this is all automatic.

Two military doctors and two medical intelligent robots, one tall and one short, stood beside the large medical bed, staring at the pale-faced defender. His long black hair was scattered on the pillow, making his face even paler.
The last cell energy agent obviously took effect immediately. He fluttered his long eyelashes and opened his eyes, but his eyes had lost their previous gem-like brilliance.

He turned his dark blue eyes and stared blankly at the two senior military doctors in white uniforms standing in front of him. They were expressionless and standing solemnly, and the atmosphere was no different from that of a morgue.

After regaining consciousness, Ahil's mind became extremely clear, and he understood immediately.

"Defense Envoy, we can inject you with medicine now so that you can have time to say goodbye to your wife after landing in Plato."

Ahir worked hard to move his lips and spoke clearly.

"Life is a desolate exile..." He paused, as if trying hard to recall everything that had happened in his life.

"...A prisoner's farewell to another prisoner is superfluous...I don't want to add to her grief."

"Playing a good husband is tiring, and so is being an obedient slave... Death is the loneliness a person faces, and loneliness makes people more awake..."

"A butcher with hands full of blood could die such a peaceful death... which shows the mercy of the Most High..."

The two medical staff stood frozen, listening to the defense speak its last words in a strangely poetic language.

"There are some secrets that I can't take away... secrets..." His breathing quickened, "I want to confess..."

The two military doctors looked at each other with expressions of disbelief. No one would have expected that the former Grand Master of the Knights would be so pious.

"Nipan, please go out."

After making eye contact with his colleagues for a moment, Rhodes said.

Now we must race against time, and there is no time to blame each other. According to Yuanjiao teachings, in an emergency, anyone can listen to the believer's deathbed confession as long as he is willing.

"...Come...get closer..." Ahil said with difficulty.

The Chief Medical Officer carefully lowered his body and put his ear to the pale lips of the defender who turned his face.

"We are driven by the Lord...to kill..." Ahil's voice was dry and unclear, and beads of sweat oozed from Rhode's forehead.

"For an empire...Emperor! He..." Ahil suddenly turned pale, his chest began to rise and fall, and his breath seemed to be about to expire.

As a person who was urgently charged to listen to the deathbed confession, Rhodes instinctively looked up at the various flashing data not far away. Everything was rapidly falling towards the death data indicator, and a strange passion surged in Ahir.

Instead, he died more quickly.

"The secrets I can't take away...the ghosts of those 'forgotten ruins' are still alive..." Ahil's entire face was deformed like a twitch in pain, "Thirty years ago...the Holy of Holies...

The emperor...kill him..."

The medical chief never thought that he would hear the secrets about Plato's supreme ruler. He was obviously extremely frightened. In his panic, he couldn't understand the very vague whispers of the defense envoy.

"The emperor...killed...that person..." Ahil opened his mouth with difficulty, as if he was drowning.

"Who?" Rhodes asked softly unconsciously.

The defender's eyes widened, as if he had seen that cruel and bloody night.

He tried his best to stretch out his hand, but his right hand only reached a little higher. He wanted to try his best to keep this shocking secret in the world, and not let it turn into ashes on the funeral pile with him.<

/p>

But in the end, his hand fell down weakly, accompanied by a heavy sigh in his chest.


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next