Chapter 571

On Azera's 875th birthday, he did two things. He went to the grave for his wife. After that, he joined the army.

It's no big deal to go to the grave for his wife. After all, death is inevitable even in the long life of the people in the atrium. Moreover, for them, death is only a necessary step in the long cycle of life, and everyone will eventually belong to the mother tree and become an eternal part, The old alzela felt that even he was likely to leave the material world at any time at the call of the saints, not to mention that his wife was a little older than him, but this time it was different.

It's very different.

The death of the kind old woman, the wife of alzela, was not normal. The natural life span of atrium people is more than one thousand years, and even death is mostly slowly withered. This painless time will last for one to two years, and then the people concerned will die peacefully. But al Zela knew very well that his beloved wife had not left peacefully. It died of an abnormal gravitational change in the space station and a man-made meteorite attack. As a result, the old lady died without a whole body. Even the psionic power did not belong to the mother tree, but dissipated in the boundless sea of stars.

It's just too bad. That's what Azera thought. Lonely in the sky, will she feel lonely? The starry sky is so vast, can she find her way home? Her soul may still be wandering in the sea of stars, waiting for the day when she will pick her up. But it's just a beautiful fantasy. The dissipation of the power means the disappearance of the soul. She can't wait for the day when he goes to pick her up. The old man silently looks at the inscription on the tombstone: loving wife and loving mother. This is the annotation of each other's life, pale and powerless, and he knows that his wife, the respectable woman who accompanied him through 692 years of rotation of the mother star, and the mother of their four children, have completely died, and their souls have dissipated in the sea of stars. Even if he returns to the mother tree after his death, he will never see each other again. This is the eternal parting.

And all the reasons are those empty demons.

That damned motherfucker.

Azera didn't stay in the cemetery long. He knows that standing alone in front of a wooden tombstone is no different from a damned fool. He should have something more important to do, which is far more worthy of energy than paying homage to the dead. His wife has died, and what he sees is just a clothes grave. It's worthless to waste time here, and it's a great waste for an old atrium man who doesn't have much life.

So that afternoon, the old man opened the recruiting office of the 51st District of huazhiting star. After receiving the advice of his three sons and one daughter and denouncing the office staff as an elder, alzela, a former Omega psychic, returned to the army he had left for 350 years. The next day, he returned to the universe. The next day, he had served in the third fleet of the colony star of huazhiting as a lieutenant colonel, Position: deputy leader of the first special operations team.

He went back to the army that had vowed never to go back. He broke his promise, which was not a breach of faith, because the young and vigorous alzela had died. Now, he is just an old man who takes revenge for his dead wife. Everything is so simple, that's all.

The addition of a former Omega psychic is exciting for any fleet. Although their ability is insignificant in the universe, with the help of special facilities of warships, they can easily release thunderstorms that smash meteorite swarms, and can also detect enemy intelligence thousands of miles away. They can even scan the planet directly with their psionic powers in space, so as to know whether there is life on it. Although the name of special operations group sounds strange, it's easy to understand by changing its name: space fighter pilot.

The living warships of the atrium people are so huge, and their weapons are so scarce, so in the face of some special situations, they will have nothing to do with some creatures and things close to the warship, and this is the time for the special action team to take action. These highly capable psionic people will drive specially designed space fighters to protect the warship with their psionic beams, If the pilot is an Omega class psychic, he can even threaten the enemy's warship class targets with one plane. Arzela is just that kind of person. His strength can easily penetrate warship armor with the increase of fighter aircraft. Although using this level of power with his age will damage his life, since the pilot himself doesn't care, who else cares?

The old man didn't care. He just wanted revenge, even if it cost his life.

"The Third Fleet issues an emergency notice, a warning, and the Third Fleet issues an emergency notice."

Hearing the harsh alarm sound coming from his ears, alzela opened his silver blue eyes, and the burning essence power flowed in his pupils. Now the old man is wearing a full set of white space combat suit and is staying in the special operations team's dressing room. Although his body is old, his ears are still easy to use, and he can hear the content of the alarm.

"A large number of psionic reactions have been detected from the direction of Tumen's star field, and super massive targets are warping in space - it can be completely determined that the warping space is the first sequence target, the super life body code named void mother, and all personnel are at level 1 combat readiness!""Compatriots, we must fight with all our strength! Behind us is the court of flowers, the last colonial star of our atrium people. We have no way back. If we fall, the enemy will be able to directly attack the home star! "

Altzela listened to the impassioned speech on the radio in silence. His heart was quiet, but it didn't mean that the old man didn't want to fight against the enemy. On the contrary, he thought, more than everyone else. But what a psychic needs most is peace of mind. Only peace of mind can lead to endless power from the light in his heart. As a former Omega level psychic who can't give full play to his strength just because he is old, alzella knows that the more he wants to kill those void demons, the more he needs peace. Peace is like death, and then he can bring death to his enemies.

"Here we are."

Arzela heard the orderly footsteps of other members of the special operations team coming to the dressing room to change their combat clothes. He stood up from the chair in the dressing room and took a deep breath. The old man could feel the power of the warship. The burning power was suppressed by countless souls. It was calm without any fluctuation, just like the fire burning in the abyss, even without the flash of light. The third squadron is mostly made up of the remnant colonists and exiled fleet members of the root court. Their hometown is devoured by the mother beast. Their families turn into fluid organic resources and are sucked by the magic. The psionic power becomes the nutrient of the herd, and the whole planet turns into ashes in the raging flames. Witnessing by the saints, this is a group of Avengers, and now they take up arms.

So

"It's time for revenge, boys."

The old man stood up and looked at a group of atrium people who opened the door of the dressing room. They had all kinds of strange tattoos on their naked skin‘ The avenger, for the sake of the child and farewell to the mother forever. And so on, although only a few words of simple words, but people can't help but silence. The survivors of the root star lost everything, leaving only life.

The silver blue eyes, which contain the power, look at each other in a crisscross way. They silently nod to each other, the middle-aged atrium man who takes the lead. "It's time to start," said another Omega psychic, special operations team leader, in a dry, low voice

It did.

The atrium colony, the flower star in the high beam field, and the three fleets slowly sail out of the seven large space stations. The first fleet is well-equipped, with perfect external armor and invisible psionic shields. The second fleet seems to be a bit old-fashioned. It should be the main warships of the previous generation that have been sealed up for a long time, while the third fleet is mostly broken, Even if they have been repaired, we can still see their scars. The total number of the three fleets has exceeded 2000. This is the last fleet that the atrium people have given up the economic system and all the military industry can come up with. They are second only to the central fleet of the parent star. Among them, there are young people who join the army to protect their hometown, elite soldiers who have served for more than 200 years, and retired veterans who give up a stable life to return to the army for revenge.

But now, no matter who they are, what their past and hatred are, with the silent vibration of the psionic engine in the space, the silver blue ripples reverberate in the black background and the white starlight, all the atrium soldiers are left with the last idea.

fight.

Then, die here.

——Hum——

A few hours later, countless dense ripples suddenly appeared on the edge of the high beam galaxy, which were like rain falling on the lake. Countless concentric circles, large or small, appeared on the surface of space almost at the same time. The thunder of psionic stars crisscrossed in these vortices, and the "storm" generated by energy even blew away the thin nebular matter on the edge of the galaxy, It's like the most violent giant brushing the earth with his own hand, sweeping away all the existence above it.

"The enemy vanguard has reached the high beam field!"

The atrium fleet, which has long known the direction of the enemy's attack, has been waiting here. The urgent battlefield alarm repeats in the psionic network of all warships, and all the captains and soldiers have confirmed this. Through the optical lens, they can clearly see the scene from the edge of the star system they do not want: countless strange shapes, not ferocious, They are just like ants swarming out of the space. They are of different sizes. The big ones are several kilometers long, comparable to warships, and the small ones are only a few meters in size, more than ten times smaller than space fighters.

Three types of void monsters, known as "detection", "main force" and "giant species", have begun to jump out of subspace.

Without exception, these terrible demons release the light of psionic power, which is the power they capture from the dead of the volby and the atrium people. As soon as they appear in the space, they begin to spread around spontaneously, just like the virus. They can see the dark green energy wave diffusion, and face off with the silver blue light of the atrium people."Don't let them off the battlefield! Even if one is left behind, it may cause huge losses in the rear area! "

Sitting on the seat of his own fighter plane, alzela was wearing an auxiliary respirator. He heard his captain's instruction. With the instruction, the old man felt that his warship was fully started. He could feel that the psionic engine was running at full load. He could feel that endless energy was gathering, It converges into a huge spear of light.

The next moment, the light spear fired.

And he also got the command: the special action team immediately sent out to clean up the possible remains of demons. The old man couldn't help laughing and the pipe with the respirator trembled.

The last war - at least for him, for the avenger who didn't intend to live at all.

Here we go.

Just in a moment, thousands of rays converged into a spear and shot towards the distant cluster of demons. The long space distance made it take several seconds for the light to arrive. However, these were all the volleys predicted according to each jump orbit, so there is no doubt, The virtual demons that have just signed up from the psionic vacuum have really taken a blow - and the result is really devastating. The temperature of the atrium people's psionic light spear exceeds one million degrees, and it can vaporize all matters in the world. After penetrating the target, the death explosion of the psionic light spear will bring another wave of one million degree fragment impact, Each psionic light spot can easily kill any life and turn it into a torch in the universe.

Void demons can't resist this power. These demons look like viruses. Without exception, the first wave of fleeing pestilence, the family of evil gods and relatives, were struck down by successive light spears. The high temperature ignited their bodies and turned them into interstellar dust. These demons just emerged from the fleeing, and they didn't have time to release their power, Today, the edge of the high beam star field has completely become an ocean of energy surge, which even affects the jump. Many virtual demons are lost in the virtual world because of the space-time changes caused by the huge energy.

Even those who have been caught will be hunted by swarms of space fighters like bees. These fighters, which are generally driven by higher psychics, have a certain short-range jump ability. They are extremely flexible and can easily hunt and kill virtual demons below the level of 1000 meters. In this way, many demons roll their tentacles and limbs painfully in the universe, Issued a silent roar, and then died in the thousands of beam gun salvo.

There is no doubt that the first wave of the atrium people's achievements were remarkable. In just a few minutes, they killed tens of thousands of giant void demons, and countless small ones, most of them turned to ashes under the afterwave of light spears. But for hundreds of years, the commanders in chief of the three fleets did not look excited, on the contrary, Almost at the same time, their faces changed: miscalculation!

It's not a miscalculation in strategy. The netherworld doesn't have wisdom. Even the mother beast doesn't have the will to control all the monsters as it is in the story. In fact, they are a plague of entities that proliferate and multiply by instinct. They are huge chaotic viruses. The miscalculation of the atrium people is quantity.

"Two million?"