Chapter 43 Soul Date

The first fortress. The core defense fortifications of the Zerg, the spiritual connection and repair cabin.

Outside the special surveillance room. A silent confrontation.

A handsome young man with blond hair, holding a gemstone scepter, stood in the center of the confrontation, looking very relaxed.

His personal bodyguard drew his particle gun and pointed it at the guards outside the cell.

Albert, who saw this scene from a distance through the monitor, felt extremely upset!

At the previous military meeting, when Kolot was halfway through his report on the "cosmic collapse model", he was about to get the biggest piece of news of the year! Because of this, he was quietly called out by the secretary...

Duke Nadel, who held the title of Yindu's special envoy and had traveled several galaxies' light years to reach the First Fortress, could no longer hold back and forced his way into the bottom layer of the core fortifications under the Emperor's order, under the pretext of "visiting His Royal Highness the Prince who was stationed there to recover from his injuries."

Albert, who received the news first, rushed over to stop him!

Although he did not miss the moment when the old monster Holderman was in trouble through his personal terminal while rushing, the gossip king Albert said that he did not see the old monster's unhappy expression with his own eyes, which was really a million regrets!

When the door of the elevator leading to the underground opened and the slender and handsome figure appeared in his sight, Albert quietly turned off the connected conference call.

I believe Chris can handle it well without him. Albert felt that there was no need for him to continue to sit in on the class.

"Your Excellency the Duke," Albert said as the other party turned to the side. His originally impatient face instantly turned into a warm smile, which was as sincere as it could be!

"Is the hospitality in the base not good enough? I'm sorry to bother you to come here."

The blond young man in the Duke's uniform smiled elegantly: "I have been away for a long time, and Yindu has already accumulated a lot of chores. Before leaving, I must visit His Majesty the King in person. Otherwise, if I return directly to Yindu, I am afraid it will be difficult to report to His Majesty."

Albert pretended to sigh and could only stretch out his hand to make a "please" gesture.

The guards, who were on high alert, put away their particle guns and stepped aside to let Albert and Nadel enter the special custody room.

Duke Nader's personal guards were still kept outside.

Through the transparent sterilized isolation barrier, one can clearly see what is happening inside the mental connection cabin.

The red-haired alpha lay there quietly, tiny bubbles rising up, making his expression unclear.

Beep-beep-beep - the line on the monitor fluctuated smoothly and regularly, above and below a very low level.

"Your Excellency, the Duke, you see. This situation is indeed not suitable for public disclosure." Albert explained very sincerely, "I said in the external information bulletin that His Royal Highness Fitzgerald was doing spiritual cultivation on the healing star. Except that the location was wrong, this fact was not hidden from you!"

"Now that you've seen it, you should believe it, right? In order to maintain the simulation frequency of the insect core, Your Highness must enter a synchronized hibernation."

The blond young man raised his head and smiled, "Of course I don't disbelieve you, Albert."

"However, as His Majesty's special envoy, I must report the situation of the First Fortress to Yindu truthfully. The defense of the First Fortress is the most important support for the Empire to deal with the Zerg. If I don't come and take a look in person, His Majesty will blame me for dereliction of duty."

He smiled softly, stepped over the barrier, closed his eyes slightly, and said softly in his mind, "Are you feeling okay? Your Highness Fitzgerald."

The man in the repair cabin opened his eyes and waves of mental power came.

'Thank you for the visit, Your Excellency.'

Nader was a little surprised; this reaction was beyond his expectations.

Is the source of the intelligence wrong?

'Now that the visit is over, let's see you off, Albert.'

Fitzgerald's unmistakable mental fluctuations were spreading openly in the air. Although the instructions were given to Albert, the public implication was also clearly expressing an unwelcome attitude.

The red-haired alpha in the mental transfer cabin finished his instructions and closed his eyes without ever looking at Nadel.

Nader's face looked slightly ugly, but he had no doubts at this moment. Since the failure of gender differentiation, have there been few similar insults?

In sharp contrast, Albert's smile became more genuine. He raised his hand and made a perfect "please" gesture to Nader with perfect courtesy.

Adjutant Bagua Wang muttered in his heart that it was a good thing that he had recorded such a biochemical replica with spiritual patterns in advance.

Unfortunately, although this kind of cyborg substitute can imitate lifelike after implanting mental power, it is very difficult to make, especially when it comes to accommodating His Highness's huge mental power, it is almost a disposable consumable.

Fortunately, Your Highness even guessed what Nader was going to say.

Albert closed the door expressionlessly. Behind the door, out of sight of everyone, the biochemical replica collapsed instantly...

“Wait!”

Duke Beta, who had already reached the outermost protective door, suddenly stopped.

Wearing a white glove, holding the gemstone scepter that symbolizes the royal power, he gently used the top of the scepter to hold the door that was about to close. The young duke turned his head to the side and chuckled, his smooth golden hair sliding down his shoulders.

"Albert, I forgot to convey one more message in person."

Nader turned around with a smile and was about to cross the barrier again.

Albert's face darkened.

"What if I say no, Cousin Nadel?"

Nader laughed again: "That is the Emperor's order. Can you stop me, little Albert?"

The servants on both sides were once again on the verge of drawing their swords, and the pheromones of the alpha warriors began to collide fiercely and arrogantly!

Nadel frowned slightly, and his white-gloved hand touched the button at the collar, increasing the effectiveness of the pheromone isolator.

When he felt better, he chuckled and asked Albert, "Is that the real Fitzgerald?"

"I didn't seem to see it very clearly just now."

and--

Nader's tone suddenly became cold, with a low and cold undercurrent: "Where is Chris?"

As a former close guard of the first heir to the throne of the empire, Criszowei has always been closely following Fitzgerald.

Except in extreme cases, there are few exceptions.

Nader smiled meaningfully.

"Where is 'Chriszowi', the crown prince's personal bodyguard?"

The blond young man raised his chin slightly, his eyes were gentle but cold and vicious: "I need a suitable answer, the heir of the Shulen family - Joey Albert."

"You'd better think of the answer before you answer me."

Aggressive questions came one after another.

"What was that 'S5 classified' mission she was assigned not long ago?"

"Answer me, little Albert."

*

When Albert was being questioned by Nader about "where is Chris".

Chris is now staying in the First Fortress in an orderly manner, taking over Albert's duties, presiding over the second half of the meeting, arranging subsequent related work and confidentiality details.

She also spent five minutes to finish a plan.

At this moment, the internal communicator vibrated. She looked down and saw that it was a message from Albert's secretary, who described to her what was happening.

Chris snorted coldly. She didn't think highly of Nader who had been trying to impress her and turn her against him by claiming they were both betas.

What about the unprecedented and only Beta Duke?

What she fought for and pursued was never power.

Chris passed the message to Holderman and left it alone. She believed Albert could handle it well.

Beep—a dialing signal sounded on the quantum communicator.

Chris transmitted the coordinates she had determined and the specific response plan to the AI ​​of the Mecha Dark Flame, and then dialed the quantum communication to the wormhole again.

On the empty 3D sandbox in the conference room, the sub-type III wormhole that appeared, a model that looked like a long, knotted gourd with a bottle mouth, had now rolled and squirmed to the edge of the 'universe's end'.

And it is passing through the space magnetic storm area of ​​'cosmic dead end'.

Should they be thankful that they are at the safest singularity in the wormhole? Otherwise, they would have to rely on the protection of Dark Flame's own modification and go to the military factory for a major maintenance and repair after returning to the fortress.

While waiting for the call to be connected for a minute and a half, Chris was distracted by the details of An Yan's modification and secretly felt lucky.

That beautiful invisible coating with a flame-colored appearance is the latest color and the most dazzling energy frequency modulation color-changing technology. She personally monitored and sprayed it!

If it is damaged and needs to be sprayed again, even if Her Highness doesn't feel sorry for the wasted star coins, she will feel sorry for her labor!

Ding——the communication is connected.

"Chris," Fitzgerald's cold voice came from the other end, "The plan is fine, let's do it."

"receive!"

"Once I gather everyone, I will immediately get ready and set off!"

"In addition, as you expected, Duke Nader has gone to the 'Repair Chamber' to visit Your Highness."

"Let him, Albert can handle it."

"No matter how long Nadel stays this time, all those 'old nails' must be removed before I return," Fitzgerald said indifferently, "Don't leave any tails."

He turned his head and took a look. In the open cabin door, everything fell into darkness and disordered dimensional chaos again. Only Su Xi, wrapped in the purple energy field, was immersed in her own spiritual world unconsciously.

"Yes!" Chris paused, which meant that His Highness had finally decided to make his position clear to Yin Du. Chris' eyes were ablaze with bloodthirsty excitement, he had finally waited until this moment!

"Choose the reception personnel carefully." He added calmly.

Chris understood this special reminder.

"Got it! I'll see to it."

Fitzgerald hung up the call and the quantum clock restarted the countdown.

*

The ticking time passes by.

The originally quiet wormhole space gradually began to tremble, and a storm was coming.

The dark and cold mecha Anyan folded up its six wings, exposing itself to the prelude of the trembling storm. The energy-sensing paint on the mecha's exterior received the fluctuations of space energy, and its color became dull. Chris's efforts were not in vain. After absorbing the attack of space energy, this inductive paint fed back into its own system's defensive energy, fighting against the second wave of storms.

Fitzgerald stood at the edge of the unprotected hatch, his tall figure once again in the fluctuations of 'emptiness' and 'solidity'.

It was a strange scene. The red-haired alpha stood quietly in a chaotic dimension. In his outward spiritual consciousness, everything in the world was divided into countless fragmented planes, yet it was so complete that there was no distinction between up and down, left and right, no sense of time, and no unbreakable barriers between space and time... It was both an independent individual at the microscopic level, and a whole at the macroscopic level.

In this state of 'transcendent enlightenment', he originally thought that he might be able to once again break through the mental fog left behind by the insect dream illusion, but -

Turning back, I saw the brown-haired girl frozen in the purple protective energy body.

This man sighed softly in this state close to the 'God experience'.

He once again embraced the destiny that was drifting towards him.

The tiny escape capsule, wrapped in bluish U-matter like a tree seed.

He turned his head and stared into the void, slowly retracting his outward mental strength, and began to examine his inner energy over and over again, carefully searching for the most essential part.

In the fluctuations of 'emptiness' and 'solidification', he reached out his hand and reached into the 'heart chakra' of his chest. In the three-dimensional state, his hand with distinct joints found the most suitable angle accurately and took out a tiny piece of matter from the depths of his heart.

This is what Holdman calls the secret of the royal gene. In the constant challenge of self-transcendence, a spiritual medium capable of touching higher dimensions has evolved.

When the Gerard bloodline evolves to its final peak, it can gain a tremendous power that transcends the material world.

It was a crystal of indescribable beauty. An ice-blue crystal enveloping a pulsating soul smoke at its core, a ninth form that transcended matter.

If we must explain it in the simplest language, that crystal—

It's just a little piece of his soul.

Looking at the 'little fragment' that kept switching between solidified crystal and dancing fireworks, Fitzgerald's eyes, which had been cold for years, showed a rare fluctuation of satisfaction.

There is also an advantage in being in a chaotic dimensional space. We can use high-latitude fragments to directly take objects from the body. Whether it is energy or matter, we can achieve precision and cleanliness that cannot be achieved in the low-dimensional three-dimensional world.

Yes, cleanliness is important.

After all, this method that doesn't involve cutting open the stomach and making everything dirty should please her more.

When she advances and evolves to a high enough level, these little actions she is doing now will not be concealed.

Hopefully by then...

Fitzgerald had a rare feeling of worry. He closed his eyes and savored this new and strange emotion.

But the quantum clock was ticking to remind him. Time was speeding up.

He returned to Dark Flame's docking cabin, reopened Dark Flame's six-winged light wings and restored normal defensive energy.

Soft light is restored indoors.

The girl was immersed in spiritual practice and was unaware. The emerald blue U substance followed the master's instructions very well, faithfully isolating all disturbances and fluctuations.

Of course, there are also secrets buried.

He walked towards her, leaned over slightly, and lightly touched his forehead to hers, sensing her progress for a moment.

Then, he held the tiny beautiful crystal between his lips and kissed it.

The beautiful crystal that seemed solid in three-dimensional space instantly melted into a liquid state after being stained by the girl's fragrant breath, and after touching the cherry-colored lips, it couldn't wait to drill in.

Is it so urgent? Fitzgerald frowned, feeling a little unhappy.

That small piece is himself, but after being peeled off, it becomes an independent existence completely different from him.

Tsk! I really despise this kind of eagerness.

But he still suppressed this strange psychological fluctuation, and used the most delicate spiritual thread to pull the fragment of his soul, helping Su Xi, who was advancing, to expand the circuit route of spiritual power over and over again.

Until the soul crystal that completed its mission floated out slowly from between Su Xi's eyebrows.

Fitzgerald snorted and held it in his palm.

In this way, the first time Su Xi's spiritual power sprouted was tainted by his scent.

No matter how long she was away from him, how many light years, how many centuries, or how many universes separated them.

There is no way to escape his influence.