Chapter 54 Light Blade

Lynx felt that she was really unlucky in her life.

It seemed that she had encountered all the unsolvable things in the universe.

This almost hopeless feeling of powerlessness, that the ending was already doomed no matter how hard she fought, was something she had felt during the pirate suppression campaign more than a decade ago. It was as if humans were destined to be unable to shake these monsters, just as no matter how much the Federation developed and advanced, it would not be able to withstand the growing galaxy storms and beast tides.

The harsh warning sound in the mecha dripped through her ears, and the energy exhaustion reminder with a countdown of 30 minutes was extremely noisy. Lynx closed her eyes slightly, and at this moment she regretted throwing away the intelligent computer.

She didn't know how many survivors those young children had found, and whether they had successfully transferred them out.

The M31 galaxy is completely abandoned.

This place cannot be stayed. Not now, and not in the future.

Just like a highly threatening galactic storm, this entire galaxy is now a nest of sticky tentacles. The longer you stay in this star field, the faster your mental pollution value will increase, and the closer you will be to falling completely under the control of the false god - or in other words, from the moment you step into this world shrouded by tentacles, a pollution value progress bar has been set above everyone's head.

It's just a matter of speed.

Just like now, Lynx has felt that his eyes are gradually blurring, as if thousands of reptiles are spreading and crawling on his retina, and even the accuracy of driving the mecha has begun to decrease.

Being too close to the false god, my pollution value must be gradually increasing.

...My head hurts.

The golden green decayed and damaged wounds on the arm of the mecha began to spread out fine and dense golden lines, climbing up the neck like a parasite, and it seemed that countless screaming birds were screaming and buzzing in my ears. The moment the next mental pollution wave suddenly burst out, the black cat-headed mecha's evasive action finally had a moment of stagnation.

Countless golden tentacles wrapped around the alloy frame arm like pythons and began to tighten fiercely.

The hard metal made a creaking sound under the heavy weight, as if the giant's bones and flesh were being slowly and horribly squeezed and crushed by an irresistible force.

Amid the pain of his temples about to explode, the red light inside the mecha cockpit was fully revealed, and cold mechanical sounds rang out.

"The body's energy is about to be exhausted, and the alloy structure has suffered serious damage." "

In order to ensure the safety of the driver, prepare to activate the safety cabin to eject from the mecha."

"Safety cabin ejection countdown. Ten, nine, eight..."

A little happy smile finally appeared on his face, which was pale and covered with purple lines like a dead person. The more the battle went on, the more his beautiful boyish appearance seemed to be unable to maintain. The naked bloodshot and decayed spots that only people who were dying and suffocating would have spread on his flawless body.

The decent monster finally revealed its true rotten body under the skin.

The sticky tentacles squirmed like a living swamp, engulfing the prey trapped in the amber. The originally smooth and beautiful armor of the black cat-head mecha was corroded by the mucus and pitted, and the figures of living creatures struggling could be vaguely seen in the cockpit. The false god

reached out and pressed the right arm of the mecha. The whole metal arm was almost twice as big as him.

The alloy structure suddenly broke and collapsed, and the pale fingers sank deeply into the steel. The boy's eyes revealed an unspeakable evil light, and his hands exerted force and tore the entire arm of the mecha off.

Purely relying on brute force.

"!!!"

Under the mental link, it was as if his arm was being torn off alive, and the surging pain reached deep into the cerebral cortex, and even every cell was screaming.

The pupils of the lynx suddenly shrank and trembled, and bloodshot immediately appeared on the whites of the eyes. The metal prosthetic right arm link was trembling and trembling. The severe pain made it completely lose the ability to move, and it fell on the driver's seat with a bang, unable to get up again.

"Three, two..."

The intact hand suddenly pressed the button to stop the ejection of the emergency cabin.

At the moment when the countdown stopped, the experienced warrior forcibly gathered all the remaining energy in the mecha, and the metal armor on his left arm once again burned out a dazzling red flame blade. The high temperature gushed out in an instant, burning the surrounding touch-points and forcing them to temporarily avoid its sharp edge.

Everything seemed to have changed in an instant.

——In the battle-ready general ship, Adjutant Main raised her head and looked at the light screen projected from the front line.

She saw the incomplete, armless, and lingering black mecha sending the red burning light blade into the monster's belly.

The sound of a piercing buzzing echoed through the sky. The tentacles seemed to be angry and convulsed and curled up in pain. The pale boy was directly penetrated by the light blade in the abdomen. The thin and sticky golden liquid gushed out from the wound like blood, mixed with the sound of burning plastic and smoke.

The false god opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of fine teeth, and made an unbelievable sound.

"......?"

The next second, the severely damaged cat-head mecha exploded and shattered. Countless expensive and sophisticated metals turned into broken fragments under the fluctuation of divine power, falling straight down from a high altitude.

It was like a nut with its hard shell peeled off, revealing the fragile kernel inside.

In the blink of an eye, the mechanical giant in the sky fell apart, leaving only the short-haired lynx whose hands and feet were tied by the tentacles and almost suffocated.

*

"Drip."

"Drip, drip."

The high-tech treatment chamber made a faint vibration sound. At the door of the treatment chamber, Wu Fuyi threw the tenth electronic report from the front line on the table.

The head of the inspection court fell into a short sleep after evolution. The situation is critical and must not be disturbed. Now the war preparations and support work in the capital star and the rear of the front line are all managed by Wu Fuyi.

The moment the experimental test report on the "false god" was handed to Xuelu, he knew that the M31 galaxy was basically useless.

The evolution speed of that monster was too fast, even to the point of being jaw-dropping. The existing technology of the Federation cannot cause fatal damage to it. Even the Lynx can only hold on for a while and try to get a chance for the survivors to be transferred safely.

As for the entire M31 galaxy, even he doesn't know how to get it out of the hands of the false god.

Even the destructive light energy particle cannon can be resisted by the flesh, what else can threaten his existence?

"......"

"Dean, the news can't be suppressed. The entire star network is in panic about what happened. The battle before the capital star was too big, and the M31 star system was disconnected too quickly."

"Citizens have begun to gather at the gates of the research institute and the government, and everyone is shouting for an official explanation... The managers of the surrounding star fields are even ready to order escape airship facilities..." "

Black market? The black market seems to be determined not to get involved in this matter. Mr. Guan sent a message a long time ago..."

"He said that he doesn't have to be responsible for the Federation, just as no one was responsible for him at the beginning."

"He is only responsible for himself."

Wu Fuyi took a deep breath, the veins in his temples throbbing, and the herbivorous subspecies' back molars ground very slowly.

There were slight fluctuations on the screen in the treatment chamber. The white-haired Snow Deer lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. When the team members behind him thought he would not speak again, a faint, hesitant voice still rang out.

"...Temple," he seemed to have spent a lot of energy on this sentence, and his voice was a little unclear and lowered, "What's wrong?"

"...What temple?" The team members thought they had heard it wrong.

"The cub in the temple," Wu Fuyi's right eyelid jumped for no reason, and a little ominous premonition emerged in his heart. He turned his head, "... didn't we give you a notice half a month ago to take good care of her?"

"The cub in the temple? A notice?"

The team members were confused and looked up at the leader in bewilderment: "Dean? What are you talking about... Hasn't there ever been an outsider in the temple? Didn't the notice issued by the president a few days ago... tell us to clean up the temple properly?"

Wu Fuyi's lips moved slightly. He found that he couldn't make any sound. The brain that he was most proud of seemed to be completely rusted and couldn't move.

".......Never, has an outsider ever been in?"

"Yeah... The temple has been sealed for a long time, you know that - speaking of which, why are you asking about the temple all of a sudden? Is there some problem?"

A chill rose straight up from his spine, almost freezing his eyelashes and making his throat tremble. It felt like something was blocking his throat, making a creaking pain.

Xuelu turned and left.

He moved so hastily and hastily that he even staggered a little as he rushed back to his office. He searched through the drawers, bookshelves, and even his computer for the medical examination report and information sheet about Fu Jiao some time ago. The team members behind him followed him trembling with fear, their backs oozing with cold sweat, and asked in a row: "What's wrong? What's wrong, Dean...?"

"It's gone." Xuelu murmured.

Documents scattered all over the marble floor of the office like snowflakes. A light screen floated crookedly in front of him, with hundreds of data listed.

Wu Fuyi had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder about matters related to document organization. He would carefully organize and process each document so that it could be used at any time when needed.

So, it was impossible that he lost it.

It was gone.

Everything related to Fu Jiao. Whether it was photos, documents, issued notices, or even the memories and common sense of ordinary people, they all disappeared.

It was like a pair of ruthless hands reached down to the world and wiped out all traces of the existence of the Supreme God... It was like this again. In the end, they were the ones who remembered her.

The gods disappeared again.

...

At the same time, thousands of light years away, in the war-prepared general fleet above the M31 galaxy.

The small, dark room was completely sealed off. Armed soldiers stood at the door. The time on the electronic watch hanging above his head ticked relentlessly, setting a one-hour countdown.

Guan Buhui sat on a chair with his hands bound. In front of him was an old-fashioned optical computer that could only make calls.

He took a deep breath, reluctantly lifted the handcuffs, and entered a number that he knew by heart on the screen.

The fingerprint unlock passed, the facial unlock passed, and the call was quickly made—after all, he was Guan Jiu's adopted son, not a subordinate, and knew the coordinates of his adoptive father's private computer.

The call was connected with a beep, and Guan Buhui's fingertips trembled slightly due to nervousness. He heard the voice that was most familiar to him in this small space.

"Hello?" Guan Jiu's lazy, androgynous voice sounded, "Unknown number... Is it you, you little brat?"

"..."

"It's me, my foster father," Guan Buhui closed his eyes and whispered, "Guan Buhui."