"Boom!" At the same time as the gunfire sounded, on the distant horizon, a spaceship soared into the sky.
The huge bright light accompanied by the dazzling floating magic circle made the target look very conspicuous.
Unfortunately, due to the dual blessing of the floating magic array and the thruster, the spacecraft rose extremely fast, and almost no aircraft could catch up with this speed.
Several sword-flying masters from the Heavenly Sword Sect wanted to get closer, but what greeted them were anti-aircraft missiles soaring into the sky.
After these swordsmen finished dealing with the missiles that attacked them, they could only sigh while looking at the huge target that had climbed to an altitude of 10,000 meters.
"It's over..." The rebel commander who fell to the ground muttered desperately as he looked at the long, rising trail.
Sure enough, just as the spaceship was gradually moving away, a beam of light fell from the sky! The moment the beam of light touched the ground, everything around it seemed to begin to boil.
The entire earth was trembling, the entire canyon was shaking, the forest began to burn, the sky began to change color, and the surrounding peaks began to roll like ocean waves...
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"Let me tell you a story." Alan Siris, in the most ordinary hall of the Royal Palace, countless stars are painted on the several-story dome. Under this dome, the emperor of the empire Ke
Reese was looking at his son with a smile.
The eldest son of the empire, with pointy ears and handsome looks that make people jealous, and equally extraordinary magical talent, stood beside his father. He went to war with the royal fleet and had just returned from the front line.
"Yes." Although the child is immature, he is already very sensible. He raised his head and looked at his father, his eyes full of admiration.
Such a huge empire was built by his father. At this point, no one in the Eilandhill family can ever surpass it.
Therefore, whenever his father is mentioned, His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the Emperor, always admires him. He is full of trust in his father and has reached the point of blindness.
Chris held the child's fleet diary in his hand and rubbed the cover of the diary with his fingers: "Once upon a time, there was an ant. It was working hard carrying food."
The cover of this notebook is made of animal skin, and intricate patterns are stamped on the leather using craftsmanship. The vines are the totems of the elves, and the eagle emblem in the middle is the symbol of the Elanthir Empire.
Of course, the entire notebook is red, which is the royal color of the Elanthir Empire. Only members of the royal family can write in such a notebook.
Hearing Chris tell the story, His Royal Highness nodded seriously and responded: "Yes."
Chris slid his fingers along the pattern of the vines, pausing on each leaf. This was a homework assignment for his son to record battlefield conditions, and he had just read some of them, and he was very satisfied with the content.
The handwriting is quite neat. Frankly speaking, even Chris can't write such good handwriting. This is due to good education. Both the elves and other teachers in the palace believe that the successor of the empire should write every day.
Perfect in every detail.
Those beautiful fonts are round and natural, as if they were works of art line by line, which made Chris very satisfied.
The content recorded in these words is also very good, proving that His Royal Highness experienced the cruelty of war on the front line and felt the hard work and bravery of grassroots officers and soldiers.
It can be seen that in order to complete this homework, this child really experienced the life of grassroots officers and soldiers. In the question and answer just now, he clearly stated the skills and details that most battleship positions need to pay attention to.
You must know that this is not easy. A child under ten years old can learn so many things, which proves that he has a talent for learning.
It was precisely because he was satisfied with this assignment that Chris stopped what he was doing and accompanied his son here.
Just listen to Chris continue to preach: "Suddenly, a ray of light shone on him. That light was like the guidance of God, making everything around him extremely bright."
With a smile in his eyes, he changed his tone and imitated the voice of an ant: "Ah, I won't be chosen by God, right? Am I the chosen one? Will I become the most powerful ant?
Will he become the king of ants?"
"Then what?" The curious eldest son stared at his father and asked. He rarely chatted with his father for such a long time because he knew that his father was very, very, very busy.
From the time when he was sensible, he watched his father holding a newspaper or tablet computer at the dining table, and he never forgot to read the financial statements when he played with him in the sand on vacation.
"Then? Then a child with a magnifying glass shouted to his companions: 'Look, look...it's burnt! It's burnt!'" Chris told the ending of this story with a smile.
The prince smiled and felt that the story was not that funny: "Ha... haha... this joke is so funny."
"Is it cold? A high-level civilization is so cold and cruel when it destroys a low-level life." Chris looked at the sky outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.
The prince blinked and asked his father: "Are we a high civilization?"
"From a certain perspective, not yet." Chris shook his head and did not take his eyes back.
So, the prince was very worried and continued to ask: "Then will we be scorched with a magnifying glass?"
Chris finally withdrew his gaze, touched the top of his son's head, and said seriously: "We are working hard to develop, constantly struggling, desperate to grow our tribe, and doing our best to become stronger... just to have something.
One day, we won’t have to be as embarrassed and desperate as ants facing a magnifying glass.”
"Did we succeed?" the prince asked again curiously.
"Not yet, kid, not yet!" Chris shook his head: "The most desperate thing about this matter is... we never know how it will develop to ensure that we are not ants in the eyes of others."
He paused, and then continued: "So... we can only keep moving forward, running, flying, and leaping... use up our strength to develop, and then when others take it
When they come to us with a magnifying glass, smash their magnifying glass..."
"I kind of understand, father." The eldest son of the emperor was thoughtful, then looked at his father and said.
"To put it far...actually, we are the kids roasting ants with a magnifying glass now." Chris smiled and showed off to his son: "However, we have to grow up and become stronger.
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There will be another update soon. I am afraid that it will be too late to write, so I will send the written version to everyone first.