Chapter 822 The Seventh Psychic Expeditionary Fleet of the Gith Philosopher

Chapter 822 The Philosopher of the Gith Seventh Psychic Expeditionary Fleet

Dong--. ”

Kzar's body was thrown heavily on the cold metal ground like a broken puppet, in a very embarrassing way.

His armor was broken by the shadow blade that had just hit, and the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding. The silver blade had already lost its hand and fell into the ruins in the distance.

The red dragon, which was proud of in the past, now turned into a silent corpse, with its twisted body slumped on the battlefield, and the dragon's blood soaked through the floating island of the star realm and condensed into a viscous scarlet glow.

Around him, lying dead Red Dragon Knights, their bodies were accurately pierced, their armor cracked, blood and psychic residues filled the air, and only low aftermaths were left on the battlefield.

The Red Dragon Cruiser in the distance had no more vitality, the cannon was silent, and there were still torn cracks on the ship's body.

At this moment, only the foreigners of Gith who could still breathe are Kzar and the former infected person.

“…”

The foreigner Gis sat on the ground, staring at everything in front of him with a dull look.

His psychic perception was still chaotic, and the trauma left by the purified parasites made him weak.

But compared to physical fatigue, his spirit was even more broken.

The Red Dragon Knights, who had originally believed that they were extremely powerful, were completely crushed in just a few minutes.

He had never seen such a complete massacre.

This is not a war at all, but a hunt.

The power of the courtyard is far more terrifying than they thought.

The foreigners of Gis were defeated, and they were completely defeated and had no power to fight back.

A week walked forward slowly and looked down at Kezar who was lying on the ground with a calm gaze without any slight tide.

In the distance, the mole retracted the armament of [Babatos], and the deformation components of the steel armor slowly returned to his robotic arm. The precise metal structure contracted around him, and finally returned to calm.

The corpse of the red dragon was piled up behind him, the huge dragon's head rolled to the ground, and blood dripped along the edge of the floating island into nothingness, and even the spiritual fog in the star realm was dyed with a touch of blood.

Further away, the cruiser, which had been captured by Broly boarding the ship, slowly approached the floating island.

The next moment, Broly's figure jumped off the ship.

boom!

The heavy landing sound shook the star world, the heavy bloody steam had not completely dissipated, and the figure of the berserker came like a god of war.

Broly's armor still had traces of the red dragon's blood, but he himself didn't care.

He didn't even look at Kezar, who was lying on the ground, but walked straight to the week, his tone calm and low:

"You can feel it, there are ships nearby."

After hearing this, his eyes sank slightly and he turned around and looked into the depths of the star world.

The faint and deep silver mist filled the distance. If it were ordinary people's eyes, they could not see through the hazy mist.

But his perception with Broly had already noticed the peepers hidden in the dark in the gap just now.

"Um."

A week responded softly, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes slowly swept through the silent mist in the distance, with a hint of confidence in his tone.

"They hide well, but the moment we attacked the Gith foreigners... they showed a flaw."

His eyes were as deep as a blade, and he saw through the shadows deep in the astral world.

"But..." Yi Zhou's mouth raised slightly, and his tone was playful, "From the reaction, they should be friends but not enemies."

Yi Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly and quietly stared at the faint fluctuations in the distant void.

Then he opened his mouth and shouted to the void:

"I can understand caution when hiding in the dark, but since we have already noticed your existence, why should we continue to hide it?"

He paused slightly, and his tone slowly increased:

"If you come with kindness, then show up, we don't mind having a conversation. But if you keep lurking..."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"—We must treat you as a potential threat and deal with it in advance."

His voice was not loud, but it seemed as if there was an invisible ripples in this empty star world.

——Dead silence.

The star world is still silent.

However, the few people in the mission did not show any impatientness. They just waited quietly, without any rush or impatience.

However, the captured Kzar and the surviving Gith foreigner began to struggle. They obviously wanted to say something, either warn or question, but the mole didn't give them this opportunity at all.

He raised his hand and pressed the control device on his waist. Suddenly, the electronic shackles on the two of them suddenly tightened, blocking their spiritual energy flow, and another set of electronic moustaches also activated instantly, a flashing dark red The shimmer restraint device tightly sealed their mouths, making them unable to make vague sobs and no longer make a sound.

Silence lasted for just a few seconds.

——And then, a ship slowly emerged.

At first, it was just a faint halo in the void, as if there was some kind of existence slowly leaving the spiritual shielding layer of the astral realm.

Immediately afterwards, the space was twisted, and the hidden ripples were peeled off layer by layer. A giant figure emerged from nothingness, like a giant beast lurking in the deep sea, finally revealing its outline.

That was...a warship like a Zeppelin airship.

Its main body is like a huge metal snail shell, but it is far more spiritual than ordinary metal, with countless psychic lattices embedded on the surface.

The bow of the ship is towering, and its narrow hull makes it look more like a long psychic sword, bound by an invisible mesh of psychic energy. The entire ship appears in the astral realm, as if it is stored. The hunter, who was about to go, stared at the battlefield quietly.

Around it, the tactical fibrous psionic fluid is like a swimming snake, flowing and interlacing in the void, forming an elusive barrier of protection.

This makes the borders of the warship seem to be intertwined with reality and blurred.

And the most peculiar thing is its promotion core;

It does not have the fuel propulsion system used by ordinary warships at the tail, nor does it have a conventional Ethernet engine.

Instead, there is a pair of smooth and curved psychic turbines, which slowly rotate around the center of the hull, like a slowly leaping psychic heart, with the rhythm of the ship Synchronization - "breathing".

The star world is silent, only the psychic fluctuations rippled slightly in the void. The hovering ship remained silent, did not make any hostile moves at the first time, nor did it try to approach or retreat, but just stopped in place. , as if waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Suddenly, a soft beam of spiritual energy surged above the hull, as if the star world was breathing gently.

In the beam of light, three figures slowly descended, their figures were shrouded in the brilliance of spiritual energy, and the silhouettes were projected into the void, revealing a faint blue glow.

They did not simply jump or fly, but were like being slowly pulled by invisible silk threads and landed steadily.

Their steps did not really touch the ground, but were slightly suspended at an inch from the ground. Until the psychic beam completely dissipated, they landed in an extremely natural way, with a steady and calm posture.

The figures of these three people are very similar to those of the Gith foreigners, but whether they are their aura, standing posture, or the psychic fluctuations surrounding them are completely different from the previous Red Dragon Knights.

They do not have the mania and sharpness of the invaders, but are more like "warriors" who have been tempered for thousands of times, with their will and their sharpness restrained.

The leader took a slow step forward, with a very rhythmic pace.

His body is slender and firm, with smooth and precise muscle lines. He is obviously a warrior who has undergone rigorous training, but he is not as rough and manic as the Red Dragon Knight, but is more constricted and controlled, like a bent bow Waiting for departure.

His skin color is a tone of bronze and olive green. Under the reflection of the star light, traces of spiritual energy flow appear. His cheekbones are towering, his face is angular, and his deep amber pupils are like two inlaid with spirits. The glorious glass beads quietly observe the missions in the courtyard.

He was wearing a dark gray light armored robe, and a uniquely psychic sword hung on his waist.

It is not forged by ordinary metal, but is condensed with pure spiritual energy. The blade is extremely slender and almost transparent. However, as long as he thinks, he can instantly release the light blade that cuts the space and crush all obstacles. .

He stopped and bowed slightly to the mission in the courtyard, with a calm but not humble or arrogant attitude, with just the right amount of respect.

The voice of the leader is low and magnetic, and every word seems to have been carefully calculated, revealing rigor and restraint.

"Irna Velok Zal, commander-in-chief of the Seventh Psychic Expeditionary Fleet."

"According to the order of the Philosopher Council, we will lead a fleet to patrol the star world. Now we can see the envoys of the earthly courtyard here, and we will pay our highest respect."

For the Philosophers of Gith, Gith foreigners generally hate and despise, especially now the Philosophers' pleading towards humanity makes a certain Gith foreigner in the venue feel disgusted.

"Woooooooooooooo~~"

The leader of the Red Dragon Knight stared at the Gith philosopher in front of him, his eyes full of anger and reluctance.

His body shook slightly, and a low whimper deep in his throat, trying to struggle, but was firmly bound to the spot.

And the Mole just glanced at him indifferently and snapped his fingers casually.

Oh, it’s right!

“Ahhhhh~~~~”

The psychic runes on the shackles lit up instantly, releasing high-voltage current. The strong impact made the leader of the Red Dragon Knight twitch suddenly, and the suppressed whimper in his mouth suddenly turned into painful wails.

His muscles spasm, his body arched into a string, and his whole body seemed to be bound by invisible chains, nailed to the ground, unable to break free.

The leader of the philosopher, quietly looked at the scene in front of him and sighed slightly.

His expression was still calm, without any turbulence, as if he was watching a meaningless tragedy.

He lowered his head and looked at the struggling Red Dragon Knight leader, his voice calm and deep:

"The essence of war is not killing, but balance. You can never die, but you have to understand your position in this game."

Yi Zhou looked at the Gith philosopher in front of him with interest, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. He casually picked up his arms and chuckled:

"I heard what you mean, are you here specifically for us? Then just say it, what is your purpose?"

The philosopher of Gith raised his head, and the figure of the courtyard mission reflected in his amber pupils.

He nodded slightly and bowed again, with a respectful attitude but not humble:

"I apologize to the earthly courtyard for my fellow tribe. The Giths have no intention of offending the courtyard, nor have they intent on provoking the wrath of the Lord of the courtyard."

His voice calmly, with a hint of ancient aristocratic elegance, said slowly:

"Whether they are the Gith foreigners or our Gith philosophers, they are essentially the same origin and different paths.

In the past, we were a race, but the torrent of time washed our path.

The split over thousands of years, different ways of practicing and different living environments have changed our appearance, temperament, and even our thoughts and will.

But no matter what, we still share the same bloodline. ”

His eyes turned and fell on the Red Dragon Knight leader who was full of reluctance. He had a hint of pity in his eyes, and then continued:

“However, the Gith foreigners chose another path.

Vlakis...The Lord of the Necromancer... She is not the savior of the Gith tribe, but the continuator of the tragedy.

She used her fear and blood to rule the foreigners of Gith and bound them to endless battles and obedience.

She united military and religion, established herself as the Emperor of God, and made the entire race an extension of her will. ”

His tone was neither fast nor slow, and every word seemed to have the weight of time.

The hand of the philosopher Jair slowly raised, pointing to the depths of the astral realm, as if Vlakis's supreme command was still echoing there:

“The glory of the foreigners of Gith should not be Vlakis’ shackles.

She regards herself as a god, but in fact she is just a dictator who uses historical debris to cast a throne. ”

Hearing that the great queen was polluted was too disrespectful to some of the Gith foreigners who had carved their loyalty into their bones!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The body of the Red Dragon Knight leader trembled slightly from anger, his fingers tightly clasped, his nails embedded in the flesh in his palm, and blood slowly oozed out and dripped onto the metal ground.

His eyes were almost burning into flames, full of resentment and reluctance. However, the confinement of electronic shackles made him unable to even emit the most basic roar. He could only overflow with a suppressed low sob in his throat, like a beast with fangs cut off, Struggle in vain.

However, the philosopher Villoc Zal on the opposite side was always as quiet as water and did not care about the anger of the Red Dragon Knight.

He turned his head slightly and stared at this former compatriot. His eyes were not ridicule or contempt, but a deeper complex emotion - compassion, or sorrow.

In contrast, the mole standing beside him just watched the farce coldly, with a light raising of the robotic arm and the current from his fingertips surging, and the shackles can be activated again at any time, allowing this ignorant guy to experience what it means again. Absolutely powerless.

Yi Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper, and the tone was filled with a hint of interest:

"Interesting... So, what method does the Gith philosopher plan to welcome the arrival of the courtyard?"

His voice was neither hurry nor slow, as if he was randomly choosing an unimportant thing to talk about, but it fell into everyone's ears with a sharp edge that was hard to ignore.

The philosopher Villoc Zal, who bowed his head slightly and bowed his hands again, his movements were smooth and majestic:

“The Parliament of Philosophers is known to the existence of the Lord of the Courtyard and is well aware that this power cannot be ignored.

Therefore, the Parliament sent us to pay tribute to the courtyard. ”

He paused for a moment, his eyes swept across the body, landing on Broly, the Mole, and Marion, as if he was examining their reactions, before he spoke slowly:

“The Council hopes to communicate with the courtyard at a deeper level, and I, on a more important mission;

——Go to the courtyard in person to meet the owner of the courtyard. ”