Chapter 132 Invincible Golden Blade (1)

Aslan official time, eleven o'clock at night.

The mess in Star City has been initially rectified. However, the sudden war still easily shattered the psychological defense line of most ordinary people.

Inside the air-raid shelter, patrolling officers walked around with lights on, distributing blankets and food in turn while calming everyone's emotions.

Bunch of orange lights swayed around, illuminating the crying children, the worried and whispering adults, the tired old people... There was an air of unease everywhere.

"Mom, woohoo, I'm so scared!"

"Sorry, that piece of rubble fell from the top, and the little girl was smashed in front of me, and her brains flowed all over the floor."

"Excuse me, has anyone seen my brother!? I'm sorry, please..."

A middle-aged man grabbed the patrol policeman and asked anxiously, "Your Excellency, is there still a war outside Star City?"

The patrol policeman also had dark blue eyes and a haggard expression. He looked at the old uncle who was holding him, and sighed: "...Yes."

"Can...can you win?"

The patrolman was silent, and gradually, more people in the shelter turned their attention to him.

A few seconds later, the patrol officer slowly gave a military salute, his expression heavy but hard, and he said word by word: "The empire will win."

...

There is no difference between day and night in the universe. There are countless stars hidden in the boundless darkness, like a pair of eyes quietly peeping at your eyes at night.

The armed starship of the Crystal Cult is driving in this vast sea of ​​stars.

The lowest compartment of a large starship.

The wide, empty cabin was darkened with lights and tiny surveillance cameras mounted on the ceiling. The young officer who came from the empire to "cast himself into the net" is now locked inside.

The surrounding area is covered with a current net, and the intensity of the current is always high. It is said that even a new human will be electrocuted at the moment of touching it.

Outside the current net, there are crystal followers wearing tight combat uniforms and new crystal firearms around their waists.

It must be said that it is a bit too exaggerated to use this kind of battle against a crippled human who has just been tortured.

A young crystal teacher looked into the cabin, and could vaguely see a figure lying there. He could only see that the skeleton was thin, and the black hair was scattered and the face could not be seen clearly.

The patrol captain patted the young man on the shoulder: "What are you looking at?"

"Poor fellow," the young man looked back indifferently, "he's dying."

... No matter how calm he is on weekdays, it is time to work, to put on a mecha and a mecha, and it seems that there is no difference between ordinary people.

But in the final analysis, Jiang Jianming is after all a human with a weak constitution and a chronic crystal disorder patient with mental decline and organ deficiency.

Even though the Crystal Sect took medical measures for him immediately after the two-hour torture, the massive blood loss, the mental damage caused by repeated shocks under severe pain, overdose, and the imbalance of crystal particles in the body... these are irreversible. harm.

Today, the disabled people have a high fever.

In the dim cabin, Jiang Jianming's dark eyes were out of focus and scattered, lying on the deck shivering. He was burning with softness, and only felt cold in the vagueness, and his body trembled with the occasional gasp.

The throat seems to be roasted, and the massive blood loss and high fever can completely dehydrate the person.

Feelings of nausea and thirst repeatedly tortured his nerves, he fainted, and whispered, "Water..."

The crystal cultists patrolling outside paid no attention, only the captain looked at the small screen hanging on the wall.

That's a monitoring instrument for vital sign data. The numbers and waveforms above are beating faintly, symbolizing the prisoners' vitality like candles in the wind.

The above instructions can't let this person die, but it can't let it "live" for the time being.

Therefore, they strictly control this standard, and let the young officer from the empire maintain this state of being half-dead and hanging his last breath to feel at ease.

Moreover, it is said that this crippled human being has many tricks. Who knows whether this person's current appearance is real or fake?

Considering the inherently weak constitution and fragile spirit of disabled people, it should be true.

But since there is no 100% guarantee, it is best to focus on the vital signs data and speak with rational numbers.

Jiang Jianming coughed hoarsely and closed his eyes drowsily. He raised his trembling fingers and held the small necklace on his chest.

...not a necklace, but a ring.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in the cabin, the disabled human beings who had collapsed due to high fever were still losing water. The cold sweat wets the clothes, then dries them, and then gets wet again.

He closed his eyes, and the breath between the cracked lips gradually faded.

In the darkness, at an unknown moment, a dangling young voice suddenly sounded.

"Hey."

The boy's voice was laughing, but in the darkness filled with blood, it looked very cold: "I think he's dying, what's going on?"

"This person sent me a bullet, and I haven't settled the bill with him. Your High Archbishop has promised to leave people to me to play with, okay, so it's the only thing left for me? "

The patrol captain spoke sternly: "Your Excellency, the commander, he is an important prisoner of war from the Crystal Cult. We will strictly observe his vital signs..."

The teenager interrupted irritably: "Bah, fart, he's a crippled human being! Maybe one moment you thought he was going to die, and the next moment he died?"

The dispute outside seemed to last for a short while, the numbers on the monitoring equipment continued to drop silently, and the body temperature had risen to 41 degrees.

The patrol captain looked at the cabin again, turned off the power grid, and walked in with the injection and infusion equipment from the cart next to him.

They turned on the light, picked up the hot body of the prisoner inside, and immediately frowned.

The imperial officer was indeed dying, his eyes were closed, he was completely unconscious, and he didn't even breathe much. It seemed that his condition was much worse than what they had inferred from the observation data.

The captain hurriedly greeted his subordinates who gave him two injections of unknown medicine, and asked someone to give him a little glucose water.

The young officer couldn't swallow, and he opened his mouth weakly when his lips were opened. The last bowl of water almost flowed down his pale neck, soaking his clothes.

Finally, the needle was injected into the medicine.

It should have been well controlled at the level of hanging, but the patrol captain thought about it, and for the sake of this crippled human being on the verge of death, he lost a little more than hanging.

There is no more. After 20 minutes of infusion, the crystal teachers walked out of the cabin, turned off the lights and closed the door, and restored the current network.

...In the darkness that had returned to silence, Jiang Jianming slowly opened his eyes, his hair was messed up on the ground, panting lowly.

In the darkness, he heard the sound of hissing breathing coming from his throat, and the hot breath was shivering with the high fever.

It's really terrible, he smiled bitterly inwardly in the drowsy, this kind of thing... really can't do more in the future...

In fact, from the first time Su pierced him with real crystals but bypassed his throat, and used crystal fractures to grind him but failed to pierce vital organs, Jiang Jianming knew that he had not miscalculated.

The Crystal Cult was not prepared to kill him.

However, its cruel methods still exceeded his expectations. At the beginning, Jiang Jianming was going to stand firm, but the human body has its limits.

Two hours later, he still couldn't make it through, and completely lost consciousness in the crushing pain. don't know how long was in a coma, but luckily shouldn't have missed anything.

Suddenly, the empty void in front of him flashed, and a projection appeared.

The red-haired boy held the black cat in his arms, looked at him condescendingly, and said with a smile: "Oh, I read it right, you can still wake up? You have a lot of backbone."

"..."

Jiang Jianming laboriously raised his eyelids and lowered them, choosing to remain silent.

He was actually awake a long time ago, but in this situation, showing weakness always didn't hurt.

He also recognized the red-haired boy in the projection, Chilong, the young leader of the Lava Bandit Corps, who had previously fought in the first fortress.

Outside, the patrolling Crystal Sect was changing shifts. Some people looked inside and saw that their allies were talking to the prisoners, but they didn't care much and just let them go.

"Hey, crippled humans."

Chilong said with a smile as if he was watching the fun and said, "Your Yin Beidou is about to end, do you know?"

He teased the black cat in his arms, patted the black cat's butt after a few breaths, and the cat jumped away.

Chilong raised his eyebrows and said, "We're all set up. As soon as the main force of Yin Beidou leaves, the lava will immediately go to blow up your fortress, and hang the soldiers of Yin Beidou to dry them. Guess what, that fortress. Get bombed first?"

Jiang Jianming coughed twice, and said hoarsely with the smell of blood in his mouth: "...No."

He knew that as long as His Highness was still there, Yin Beidou would not be allowed to transfer troops.

He believed in Ryan's abilities, and on the battlefield, the crown prince had a different tactical style than him. That would be a sharper and more rebellious force, with aggression that despises everything from the bottom of my heart...

He could see it, even if His Royal Highness would keep this dangerous factor well in front of him most of the time.

"Look at this poor little one," Chilong squinted, stretched out his boots and stepped on Jiang Jianming's face. Of course, the projection can't step on anything, it's just an insulting gesture.

"You've had a high fever for almost two hours, and it's time to burn out your brain. It should be interesting to see a crippled human being the crown princess of the empire."

"Cough cough..."

Jiang Jianming frowned painfully, he closed his eyes, his fingertips trembled against his heart and he breathed heavily.

The breathing was disturbed again, and the lack of oxygen weakened the consciousness that was already difficult to maintain.

In the blur, he bit the tip of his tongue. He couldn't sleep, and he didn't know when to wake up from this sleep, and he couldn't do anything if he lost consciousness.

Whether it is for the Crystal Cult who came to the empire on an expedition, or for an empire that needs to expel foreign enemies as soon as possible, ending the war as soon as possible is the best option.

According to his speculation, the probability of a protracted war is very small. A turnaround should come in the short term.

If it was the Empire who had the upper hand in the end, he should have been pushed to the forefront as a hostage. Anyway...you can't be dragged in front of Your Highness in a coma.

But the pain, high fever and thirst were too much to bear. He almost lost consciousness a few times just now, and then...

"Little boy," Jiang Jianming gritted his teeth and suddenly looked at Chilong. He fought hard, propped up his hot and limp body, and smiled palely, "Can you play chess?"

Chilong was still immersed in complacency, and suddenly he was stunned by the word "child": "Huh?"

Jiang Jianming said, "Let's play chess, ahem...or play a mock battle."

Chilong's eyes widened, and then he laughed wildly: "Hey hey hey, are you already confused!?"

Jiang Jianming gasped weakly, leaned against the wall with difficulty, and slowly raised the corners of his lips: "Why, are you afraid of losing to the patient?"

"..."

Chilong's face quickly turned gloomy, "...You are a waste, you are dead."

...

This is how the funny scene appeared.

In the depths of the Crystal Sect starship, the imperial crown princess and the young leader of the Lava pirates—the undead enemies, who were separated from the universe a few light-years away, actually started a mock battle.

Chilong was once shot by Jiang Jianming, and he wished he could humiliate this crippled human being under his feet, so he sneered and attacked the city quickly.

Jiang Jianming just wanted to find something for himself, so naturally he wouldn't spend too much energy on it, and he didn't care if he lost terribly.

When the game was about to end, Jiang Jianming was almost at his limit. In order to keep himself awake, he could only keep talking.

"All these years," he asked faintly and weakly, "Have you guys fought against the Empire... have you ever won?"

"..."

"Being chased by the empire to run around...Are you tired...Are you considering accepting recruiting?"

"..."

"I've always been curious. Your name is Chilong, and your father's name is Chiyu...ahem...what's your grandfather's name?"

"..."

Chilong was furious.

But he was projecting over now, and he hated it so much that he couldn't do anything to Jiang Jianming, and even watched this disabled human being lose some medicine and hang himself in the middle.

Until a certain moment, Chilong's eyes suddenly lit up. He applauded and laughed, and suddenly approached Jiang Jianming: "Good news."

"Celine has already been planted, and the Empire's space station can't be kept for long. Do you want to see how the fleet of the Golden Sun Wheel is completely destroyed?"

The red-haired boy called out a three-dimensional star map, deliberately placed it in front of Jiang Jianming, and sneered maliciously: "How about it, can you still see things with your eyes?"

It was dark all around, and the blue star map was bright.

Jiang Jianming leaned against the corner of the wall, panting for a long time before raising his head. The side effects just after taking the medicine were disgusting, he tried to focus his eyes, and after a few tries, he could finally see something.

The star map lit up with changes in the arrays of the two sides, and the pupils of the young officer shrank slightly. Suddenly, the war-torn Zhou Hai swirled and flowed back into his eyes——

——In the 64th year of the new emperor's calendar, in the late winter and early spring, the high-dimensional blockade was broken from the inside, the transition restrictions disappeared, and the alien "crystal religion" attacked aggressively.

Many star cities in the empire were attacked. Among them, the most difficult defense of Aslan Star City lasted about four hours. The imperial army headed by Jin Rilun fought bravely, and the emperor came to the battlefield in person.

Eventually, the crystal taught the starship to retreat into space. In the Lan Xishi star system between the Star City and the space station, the classic battle known as the "Battle of Lan Xishi" in the future has also slowly kicked off.

The Lanxi Shi system has only one central star, and the density of celestial bodies is low, making it a stable and safe galaxy.

At that time, Admiral Shilin, who was the admiral of the Imperial Golden Sun Fleet and the commander-in-chief of the campaign, led the army and the Crystal Cult to a stalemate in this space, moving the front line steadily.

However, in the fifth hour of the battle, the Imperial Space Station suddenly received an alert of an approaching alien creature.

The stationed starship hurriedly went to destroy it, but it happened to be the plan.

The alien creatures of the enemy are just a cover for shelter. Under the blind spots created by the alien creatures, 800 small crystal starships equipped with high-lethality main guns join the battlefield through high-dimensional jumps.

The fleet of the Imperial Space Station was ambushed by the enemy starship, and there was pressure from alien creatures. Unprepared, the formation was broken up, and it was retreating—

The situation of the battle of Lan Xishi took a sharp turn for the worse.