Chapter 2037 Restless Night

Chapter 2037 Restless Night

In the Qianlong Galaxy, a gray nebula—

A black palace floated slowly around the palace, surrounded by dozens of spirit ships.

This black palace, as well as many spirit ships, are shrouded in a layer of gray formation, isolated from the outside world.

There are countless such nebulae in the Qianlong Galaxy, and together with the hidden formations arranged in the nebula, this is the biggest reliance for the survival of many remaining forces of the human race over the years.

However, this so-called greatest reliance actually only serves to delay time most of the time. In the words of the saints, it is just "living for the rest of the life".

When the saints start a carpet-like search, the hidden locations will eventually be found by the saints slowly, and the next thing is a massacre.

The saints call this method of combat "hunting" - from the process of locking the target, searching, and hunting, it is like a hunter hunting, and the result is the same as hunting. There is no suspense at all. The hunter has always been a hunter. Less likely to be injured by prey.

Now, this team in the Qianlong Galaxy is facing the "hunting" of the human race by the saints, and it has been precarious.

In the place where this force is stationed, in the dark palace at the very center, in a separate room on the topmost floor——

This room is very big, but the display layout is surprisingly simple, an octagonal obsidian table, two heavy and sturdy obsidian chairs, and beside the table and chairs, there is a row of ancient wooden bookshelves against the wall. On the bookshelf, there are hòuhòu's books on display. The text on the books is extremely old, and few people can understand it. In the direction opposite the bookshelf, there is a wide bed with light gray sheets. The floor is covered with a black velvet rug.

The walls of the rooms are not heavily carved, but retain the original tones and rough style of the metals that make up the walls, making it seem even a little depressing.

At a certain moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a woman in black walked in. She was wearing a simple black dress, and her beautiful face had a faint haggard color.

She is Xiao Moxian, the owner of this house.

Everything was quiet in the room, only the gentle footsteps of Little Moxian echoed in the air.

She walked slowly to the obsidian table and sat down. In such a dark room, her beautiful and dusty appearance seemed a little out of place.

She didn't light the candlestick, but sat alone for a while in such a dark environment. Then, she placed a piece of Purple Sun Crystal on a small array plate and opened the array plate.

In an instant, in front of the woman in black, a vast and beautiful starry sky lit up.

This is a star map with a radius of ten billion miles.

In fact, the star map of this starry sky has been imprinted in Xiao Moxian's mind for a long time. Every star here, every nebula, and even a larger meteorite, she knows it clearly. She can copy the star map, but every day, she spends an hour looking at this star map.

She knows that the area where she is located can't be hidden for too long, and the search scope of the Holy Son of Fortune has been reduced to a very small area, so small that they can't even move the place, because once the base is relocated, it will inevitably be There will be clues left, and the risk of exposure will be even greater at that time.

Time is getting more and more pressing, Xiao Moxian has to start thinking about the worst outcome,

In her mind, she deduced countless possibilities for the final confrontation with the Son of Fortune...

Although it is a battle that must be defeated, Xiao Moxian will not sit still. At the last moment, the result she wants is to let as many people as possible escape from this catastrophe!

Of course, it is impossible to escape all, and some people must be left to delay the time. These people will be the victims.

How many people are left behind, how many people escape, and how to arrange tactics, these are all things that Little Moxian has to consider.

However, no matter how it was arranged, as the leader of this human race, and as the strongest among all, she must stay at the moment of crisis.

Those victims need a leader, and this leader can only be herself.

However, if possible, she hopes that her child Lin Huang can escape this star field and leave safely.

He is the continuation of his and Lin Ming's life, and also the hope of the human race.

Thinking of her own child, Little Moxian sighed softly. She inevitably thought of Lin Ming again. A moment of grief flashed in her water-like eyes. If Lin Ming was still there, what would he do? Woolen cloth?

Gently touching the star map in the void, the night gradually fell, and the sun revolving around the nebula slowly disappeared into the thick shadows. Xiao Moxian got up and made a pot of mist tea for herself. Qing tea is brewed from Wannian Wuqinghua. It tastes fragrant and sweet, and has the effect of nourishing the soul, which can make Xiaomoxian stay energetic in continuous thinking.

In fact, she hasn't rested for a long time.

After taking two exquisite purple sand glazed cups, Xiao Moxian poured two cups of misty tea, one cup was reserved for herself, and the other cup was pushed to the opposite side by her.

Then, Xiao Moxian began to think again. She has a lot of issues to consider now. For example, their reserves of Purple Sun Crystals are running out. Arrays to support the hidden base need to consume a lot of Purple Sun Crystals. These Purple Sun Crystals will follow their activities. The range is getting smaller and harder to mine.

She needs to find a way to solve this dilemma, otherwise the base's large formation will support it for less than a year. At that time, they will be found by the Son of Creation without any suspense.

From time to time, Little Moxian puts the cup to his mouth and takes a sip of tea.

Slowly, her own cup of Wuqing tea was finished by her, while the cup on the opposite side was left motionless, as if there was another person on the other side of the table—there was an empty chair on the other side of the table all the year round. The next person's seat also leaves a cup.

This is Xiao Moxian's habit. She has been living alone all these years, but it seems that she is living with two people.

As time passed, the hot tea in the cup slowly cooled, but Little Moxian didn't notice it.

An hour later, she turned off the formation of the Reflected Star Chart, shook her head, and for the time being did not think about Ziyang Crystal, but began to meditate.

In such an environment, Xiao Moxian sat alone and meditated, quietly spending the quiet night before the storm.

However, it seemed that the night was not destined to be peaceful. After the night, before the stone table where Little Moxian was meditating, the gray sound transmission mark lit up, obviously there was news to report to her.

Looking at the sound transmission jade slip that was constantly shining in the dark night, Xiao Moxian's eyebrows twitched slightly. She felt that the flickering jade slip was like an evil eye--in fact, over the years, once there is something Urgent news came, and it turned out to be bad news.

For example, the Holy Son of Fortune reduced the encirclement, for example, their energy stones were running out.

Even worse, once again, the scout team of Demon Immortal Palace was captured by the Son of Creation. In order to keep the secret, they committed suicide with the soul-eating poison prepared in advance when they confirmed that they had no hope of escaping.

This kind of poison is extremely domineering. It needs the alchemist of the Great Realm King to refine it, and it can be used by warriors below the King level.

Once the soul-devouring poison is taken, the person who takes it will die within a few breaths, and this poison can also destroy the soul sea of ​​the suicide, so that the enemy will not be able to find anything of value even if he searches for his soul.

To put it bluntly, this kind of poison makes people lose their minds.

This is a tragic way of dying, but Xiao Moxian has to equip every member of the scout team with such a poison. Every time the alchemist of the Magic Fairy Palace delivers a new batch of Soul Devouring Poison to Xiao Moxian. When she held it in her hands, she felt that the things she was holding were as heavy as mountains and rivers.

Especially the calm expression of the Demon Palace scout when he took the poison, it made her heart hurt like a knife.

However, she has no choice, not enough strength, she can only do this.

Shaking his head and putting aside these thoughts, Little Moxian left the room and walked towards the sound transmission formation.

The sound transmission formation of Demon Immortal Palace was very close to Xiao Moxian's room. At this time, there were already several backbones of Demon Immortal Palace waiting around the sound transmission formation.

Seeing the arrival of Little Moxian, one of the young men moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he stopped.

"What's up?"

Seeing the young man's expression, Xiao Moxian's eyebrows twitched slightly. The young man's name was Tao An, who was born after the catastrophe.

It was difficult for him to speak at this time, and Xiao Moxian suddenly realized that what he just received was definitely not good news, otherwise it would not be like this.

"Let's talk, don't hesitate, the worst thing is that the Son of Fortune has found us."

Xiao Moxian's voice was calm, Tao An's voice was stagnant, and she glanced at the backbone of the surrounding Moxian Palace, and said, "Little sister...Si Mingxing, something happened..."

Tao An's words suddenly made Xiao Moxian's heart twitch!

Siming Star was the only planet that Little Moxian owned after he established his residence in Qianlong Galaxy.

There are tens of billions of people living on Siming Star. These people have slowly migrated from other galaxies in the past two or three hundred years. They are the loyal subjects of Xiao Moxian.

Xiao Moxian has loved the people like sons over the years. When the saints invaded the Qianlong Galaxy, Xiaomoxian also swore to protect the residents of Siming Star, let them live and work in peace and contentment, marry wives and have children. The encirclement shrank, Xiao Moxian could no longer stay on Siming Star after all, she had no choice but to leave.

Otherwise, not only will she be captured by the Son of Good Fortune, but Simingxing may also be destroyed in the fire of war.

Leaving Simingxing is a helpless choice. Under normal circumstances, if Simingxing is discovered by the Holy Son of Creation, there will naturally be some suffering, but the Holy Race generally does not genocide the civilians of the human race - that is meaningless, on the contrary Let them lose some of the slaves who developed the wild universe.

But today, looking at Tao An's expression, I'm afraid this is not the case!

... (to be continued) []