In the long period of 120 million years, as the cemetery of the old world, the initial star field remained silent, letting the memories of the past rot here, as if it had accepted that it would be a tombstone, a relic, or an unknown person.
The audience gradually fell silent and died
fate. The saddest thing is that even if it dies, it cannot leave any legacy until it dies. In other words, the world that was once shaped by the power of the gods and finally destroyed by the desires of mortals has no legacy.
What legacy is worth leaving to its heirs.
If there is, it should be fate.
The fate of differences, the fate of confrontation, and the fate of fighting.
When the whales were still swimming in the dark deep sea, and the travelers were rushing to the destined battlefield with an indescribable complex mood, Fisher, the commander of the interstellar cruise force who had been waiting outside the initial star field for a long time, passed the command in the command room.
The detection radar captured the enemy's movements and immediately conveyed this information to the Alien Philosopher's operations.
In the command center, after a series of analysis, confirmation and summary, the intelligence was finally passed from the hands of the first ship officer Floyd to the hands of the dark witch Carabosse. At that time, she was in her office having a meeting with the leader Tian
Tice communicated remotely, but after Floyd knocked on the door and received permission to enter, the two tacitly stopped talking.
At the command of the commander, Freud put the information on her desk and summarized its contents for her in a simple sentence: "About fifteen minutes before the standard time of the Mirror Star, the target group
It has left the initial star field and is heading towards our position."
"I see."
Carabosse was not surprised when he heard the news. He just nodded calmly: "Order the interstellar patrol force to carry out operations according to the established deployment, blockade and intercept the target, and must persist until the arrival of the Alien Philosopher."
Yes, after a week of sailing, the Alien Philosopher has still not arrived at its scheduled combat position, and it is not because of unexpected situations such as interstellar storms or extraterrestrial beasts, but because this is originally an alien planet.
The normal sailing speed of the Philosopher. In the Chuangshengji series of constructed mechas,
It has never been known for its maneuverability. Not only can it not be compared with the prototype Mecha-Taikou driven by Favrona, it is even far less bulky and requires a specialized orbital corps to lay anti-gravity magic orbits for it.
, the earth witch who can travel normally in special areas - the Feiyamente number.
Of course, poor maneuverability is not its flaw, but the price - the price paid for having more powerful firepower.
Just as the Crimson Night Gate is equipped with sin-judging cannons that can annihilate false gods, the Alien Philosopher is also equipped with strategic-level weapons that can determine the outcome of a war, and even more so.
Then, Carabosse's intention is already obvious. The interstellar patrol force will delay the enemy's actions until the Alien Philosopher arrives at the scheduled combat position, and then the decisive blow for this battle will be struck - it is not too complicated.
A plan or strategy, but it has been done countless times in the past
, has been proven to be the most effective tactic. This is consistent with the concise and efficient style of conduct that the Dark Witch has always advocated. If the wolf's claws happen to be enough to strangle the prey's heart, then there is no need to waste energy to go deeper.
Just to show a false power.
There is no benefit to bluffing and playing tricks. Respecting your opponent, from another perspective, is equivalent to respecting yourself.
Floyd had no objection to this. He accepted the instruction and was about to convey it to Fisher, the commander of the interstellar cruise force who was waiting for orders. However, before leaving the office, he couldn't help but ask: "
Don’t you trust Fisher’s commanding abilities, Lord Carabosse?”
Carabosse glanced at him, his expression still indifferent, not moved by his doubts: "When did you start trying to figure out my mind based on speculation, Freud?"
"It's not conjecture, it's reasoning."
Floyd said: "I noticed that you used a statement in the order just now, which requires the interstellar cruise force commanded by Fisher to 'must persist until the arrival of the Alien Philosopher'. This was mentioned in past combat orders.
is extremely rare. You seem to think that Fisher and his fleet need to use all their strength to
Only by going there can we achieve this goal. However, judging from the existing intelligence, the enemy's power is actually far weaker than ours. Therefore, from my personal point of view, the support of the Alien Philosopher may not be needed.
There is no doubt that the interstellar patrol force can also achieve its combat objectives."
"Without a doubt?"
Carabosse repeated the lieutenant's statement, and then laughed softly. Although the laughter was very light, and the arc outlined at the corners of his mouth was so shallow, Freud was very sensitive to this, perhaps because of his
I don't think there is anything worthy of laughter in my opinion, so I am a little confused.
Did I overlook something? Or pointed out Master Carabosse's strategic mistakes so bluntly that she felt a little dissatisfied with my attitude? Freud couldn't help but reflect, but the direction of the reflection never went in the direction of "I was wrong."
?" from this angle.
But there is no such thing as "a sure thing" in the world, especially when you are facing those enemies.
So Carabosse could tell his lieutenant with certainty: "You're wrong, Floyd."
"It's not that I don't believe Fisher and his fleet, but the objective facts are like this. Without the support of the Alien Philosopher, he would never have been able to stop that group of people, just like he failed to prevent that group of people from breaking into the initial star field.
Same. What they have is not data that can be compared on paper, but a more complex force."
Having said this, Carabosse couldn't help but glance at the communication device beside her that was flashing a faint blue light. It had not yet cut off the signal, indicating that the person opposite the communication device was listening to the conversation, so she used a different
I would use a more lyrical rather than rational statement: "This is like a chess game. When all the chess pieces can no longer determine the outcome, only king versus king can solve all problems."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Now, there is a king versus king opportunity in front of those people."
She said softly, unquestionably, as if to herself: "Then, of course, they will not give up easily. Who can stop them before the king confronts the king?"
Fisher and his fleet can't, and neither can Themis of Heaven... can't.
…
Floyd left, taking Carabosse's instructions with him. Regardless of whether he believed this explanation in his heart, but a soldier's bounden duty is to obey orders, so he would resolutely implement the commander's instructions and convey the deployment to the fleet ahead; and he believed that Fei
She would do the same thing, although he may have doubts in his heart, he may feel confused, he may even feel unwilling to be questioned by his superior... But no matter what, this is the battlefield.
Obey, execute, and win, nothing else needs to be considered.
Many people believe that the power of the association comes from the technology they master and the wealth they possess, but a long time ago, when this organization just started, it was only led by a mysterious leader and a group of frustrated researchers.
, and some were forced to leave by the war
It was just a small association composed of desperate extraordinary beings. Secret associations like this were as complex as grass in the chaotic East and West continents at that time. Even if a wave of wildfires burned through, they would pop up one after another soon, so their birth or
Even if it is destruction, it is not worth taking to heart.
The reason why the Witches' Association can stand out from these ambitious forces is that, in addition to the beautiful vision the leader painted for them at the beginning of its birth, the most important point is that all those who join this organization have actually already done it.
Some kind of consciousness. They imagine that the world is a cruel factory, only the most sophisticated, efficient, and intolerant
Only fragile machinery can escape the fate of being ruthlessly eliminated after being scrapped. So they are willing to let themselves become a gear, a bearing or even a spring wire on this machine. Through this rational and almost cold operation method,
This machine seemed to have come to life, opening its huge mouth and swallowing one after another of its kind, before it achieved today's glory.
But such an extreme idea must not be accepted by the world. Most of them are emotional, and another meaning of emotional is self-deception. Therefore, the Zhenling sect promotes the doctrine of the circle of human reason, and the Druidism advocates the vastness of nature and the holy spring.
Monks pay homage to the mother of water, the source of all life
Meaning, the demon spirits of Assyria, the Paradise Land, have repeatedly insisted that they have inherited the generosity, selflessness and fraternity of the King of Elves. The Moryas believe that the great witches of all ages are guided by wisdom, emotion and human nature... They are all using
The veil of warmth wraps oneself up, but this becomes the root cause of weakness.
Today, there are some people who advocate for human nature and stand on the opposite side of the Witch Association. This time, the ideas they advocate are even weaker, even so naive that they would make children laugh: love and justice.
Just like a fairy tale.
But when will they understand that many people in this world no longer have the qualifications to believe in fairy tales.
If they are unwilling to break free from such illusions, then the only thing waiting for them is the cruelest failure. The cruel thing is that they do not regard this road as a battlefield, but they have already set foot on it.
…
Floyd's footsteps gradually receded from the corridor, echoing in the cold steel space. Carabosse picked up the report on his desk and glanced at it, then gently closed it and put it back in the drawer.
During this process, his expression did not change at all. The blue light on the communication device flashed, and then Tiandis's voice came over: "Should I express regret, or am I not surprised? I didn't expect them to choose this.
road."
She sighed softly: "I clearly said that as long as they stay in the Temple of Heaven, this war has nothing to do with them."
"Did you really not mean to say this, Tiandis?"
Carabosse asked: "If you hadn't used these words to stimulate them, maybe they wouldn't have made up their mind so quickly. After all... you also know very well that her problem cannot be solved in just a week."
Carabosse didn't say who "she" was, but both of them knew it.
Tiandis smiled helplessly: "What if I tell the truth?"
"That only proves that you are still affected by some unnecessary weakness." Carabosse said coldly: "Don't forget, if they don't appear on the stage, how can you continue to implement your realistic plan? We don't even have the stage.
They are ready, the Eastern Divante Continent, a world that is being dragged into the abyss by backwardness, decay, chaos and colonial wars, where they will witness a more cruel fate, grow from sacrifices, and sharpen their souls until
sublimation."
At this point, the dark witch's eyes became deep, as if there were many unspeakable secrets hidden inside: "Only in this way can we find our past self... The holy instrument has not been destroyed due to that man's selfishness, and the royal power
The self when I still have the complete power of the law."
"Except for Favrona who has recovered the Crimson Sword, we all need to go through this process. I think you know this better than me, Tiandis." Carabosse said: "So, don't say these weak words in the future.
Now, Pereke, Eve, and Timis, their beliefs are far from that firm, and your weakness will make them waver."
"I know, so I'm just telling you, Carabosse."
The reality witch on the opposite side of the communication device whispered: "You are always so determined, more determined than all of us. In fact, sometimes I envy you, and of course, you still do."
"Don't be stupid, Tiandis."
Carabosse responded: "We all know what you've been through."
What you have experienced and endured can make you come up with such a plan. As we all know, those who implement the plan only place their own hopes, while those who propose the plan sacrifice their own hopes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Even if you are just comforting me, I feel a lot better." Tiandis smiled and said: "Next, I firmly believe that this plan will definitely work.
There is no other way out than success."
"..." After a moment of silence, Carabosse calmly replied: "Who isn't?"
After saying that, she was about to cut off the communication, but suddenly she remembered something, her outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and asked: "What is the current situation of the association?"
This question seemed a bit abrupt, but Tiandis miraculously understood what she meant, so the voice coming from the other side of the communication device suddenly became much deeper: "...Some news has spread. Although it is just a rumor, including me
None of the witches or philosophers came out to clarify. Many people have begun to believe that the remaining
The people below are also dubious. I have decided to confirm the news to them at the next witch meeting, and then... it will be their own choice. So, after this war is over, you can find a time to take Floyd with you.
They should come back. Everyone should know this news, including them."
"..."
After a long silence, Carabosse sighed softly.
She cut off the signal from the communication device.
The room fell into a deathly silence, and even the sound of breathing and heartbeat could be clearly heard.
However, vaguely, it seems that someone can still be heard talking to himself. The voice is so soft that it seems to have warmth, making people feel a chill like snowflakes falling on the body, including emotions and memories.
Frozen in it: "...Those who can only go one way to the end are not called determined, Tiandis."