Martin played with Peter for a while, and the little guy gradually stopped crying. He curiously grabbed Martin's fingers with his chubby little hands and shook them around.
Martin carefully handed the child to Ira with a gentle smile in his eyes.
After Ira carried Peter into the inner room, he turned and walked towards Qiao Vian, put his arm around her waist gently, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the top of her head: "Are you still jealous?"
Qiao Wei'an leaned in his arms and shook her head: "Just spend more time with my mother and me when you have time.
"Don't worry, I'll come when I have time." Martin bent down and kissed her forehead, his fingertips stroking her cheek.
The two of them snuggled together for a moment until they heard Peter's babbling laughter from the inner room. Then they smiled at each other, straightened their clothes, and turned to walk out.
At this moment, in the distant trading star realm, a brutal battle is sweeping every inch of space.
After a long period of dormancy, the creatures of the sixth cosmic plane have already devoured all the creatures in the star realm. Hunger and the desire for expansion drive them to break through the borders.
More than a dozen ethnic groups reached a consensus in a hurry and launched an attack on the superior forces in this plane without hesitation.
The battlefield was instantly stained with blood, and roars and explosions shook the starry sky. Broken limbs and shattered energy balls were everywhere.
The wails of creatures rose one after another, the suspended starport collapsed in the impact, and lives were annihilated every second.
Those creatures from the sixth universe had strange shapes, with undigested remains hanging on their fangs.
There is only greed in their scarlet eyes - what they want is not only living space, but also the madness to turn the entire plane into a hunting ground.
The four superior plane forces were suddenly subjected to an indiscriminate and violent attack.
For a moment, the situation was in chaos. Although the defense line was barely stabilized due to early preparations, the situation was still precarious.
In order to deal with the crisis, several major forces split their forces into three routes, stationing them in the local plane, the matrix galaxy and the trading star realm respectively.
As the war escalates, even star-cluster-level warriors are drawn into the battlefield.
The gods' plane finally decided to send the main god to provide assistance, which was a helpless move - the several main gods they had released before had already lost control and were causing trouble everywhere.
After an urgent discussion with other main gods, the God of Light decided to split his forces into two groups.
Led by a main god, they headed to the trading star realm to stabilize the war situation.
The God of Light personally led the rest of the main forces, turned back and wiped out those out-of-control main gods to prevent future troubles.
At this time, the wizard plane developed a plague potion by using the corpses of the invaders, which could allow those foreign races to infect each other.
However, it is only useful against low-level alien races and has no effect on high-level alien races.
This made several forces feel that it was a waste of resources and they ended up with nothing.
If it weren't for the need for unity now, the other three forces would definitely cause trouble for the wizard plane.
As the number of casualties continued to rise, several major superior forces gradually showed signs of difficulty in holding on.
Training a qualified warrior is extremely costly, especially for the Xuanhuang Realm.
The "spiritual roots" they mentioned were often only one in a hundred or even a thousand miles away. Such a tragic consumption really made them feel painful.
As if misfortunes never come alone, the Xuanhuang Realm also noticed that there were frequent abnormal movements in the ancient plane - the Eight Desolate God Locking Formation that guarded the ancient plane had been fluctuating more and more obviously recently, and there was even a hint of instability in the flow of the formation patterns.
Due to the emergency, the Xuanhuang Realm had to withdraw manpower from the front and allocate a large number of spirit stones to the formation, trying their best to maintain the stability of the formation wall.
When the halo of the spirit stone was injected into the center of the formation, the originally agitated formation pattern calmed down a little, revealing a temporary, stable and soft luster, but it could not conceal the increasingly heavy pressure behind it.
The Holy Lords of several holy places in the Xuanhuang Realm sat together in the meeting hall. The flickering candlelight in the hall reflected the solemn expressions of the people.
"We can't keep wasting time like this!"
A Saint Lord slammed his hand on the table and said in a deep voice, "The frontline troops are already stretched thin. Although there are profits in the Matrix Galaxy, they are far less important than the safety of the homeland. I propose that the troops stationed in the Matrix Galaxy be withdrawn immediately!"
"inappropriate!"
Another Saint immediately retorted, using his fingertips to draw a map of the Matrix Galaxy's territory on the sand table.
"We've just gained a foothold. If we give up now, wouldn't all the hard work and sacrifices we've made be for nothing? Profit is a small matter, but losing a strategic location is a big one!"
The two sides each insisted on their own opinions, and the dispute gradually arose, and the atmosphere in the hall became increasingly tense.
But the current situation is critical, and there is no point in wasting words. We must make a decision as soon as possible.
Everyone was silent for a moment, reassessing the pros and cons - if they continued to divide their troops and garrison, they might lose both places.
Although there will be losses in withdrawing personnel from the Matrix Galaxy, it will allow us to concentrate our forces to consolidate the homeland defense line, which is the option with the least losses.
However, this proposal was immediately opposed by the three Holy Lords, who insisted that the strategic value of the Matrix Galaxy could not be easily given up, and the dispute once again reached a stalemate.
While the debate was going on in the hall, deep in the ancient plane, the patriarchs of several major families were surrounding a crystal that was shimmering with a faint light.
They had just used soul-searching to get a glimpse of the outside world from Newt's memories.
The leading elder slowly shook his head: "The fighting outside is fierce. It's not time for us to leave yet. Let's wait... wait until both sides are defeated. Only then will we have a chance."
After saying this, he waved his hand and put the crystal into the storage ring. After a brief discussion, they returned to their families and silence returned to the hall.
The dispute in the meeting hall continued. The candlelight was flickering due to the air current, reflecting the frowning brows of the saints.
The Holy Lord who advocated for the withdrawal of the troops suddenly stood up, and his robe sleeve swept across the jade slips on the table, making a rustling sound. "Strategic location?"
"If we can't even defend the Trade Star Realm, who will retain the Matrix Galaxy? Casualties on the front lines are increasing, and the Eight Desolate God Locking Formation is experiencing frequent disturbances. If we divide our forces further, we will court our own destruction!"
The opposing Saint Lord also stood up, his face livid. "What do you know? Once the resource channel of the Matrix Galaxy is cut off, how will the subsequent supplies keep up?"
"Even if we manage to hold on to the trading star realm, we will still be severely damaged!"
Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, hurried footsteps were suddenly heard outside the hall.
A disciple stumbled in, holding a jade communication talisman in his hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, I want to trade the Star Realm's Eight Desolate God Locking Formation..."
"The spiritual power of the array's core has dropped sharply, and cracks have appeared in the array pattern on the west side!"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, and the hall fell silent in an instant.
The saints looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.
The Holy Lord who advocated for withdrawal took a deep breath and said solemnly, "At this point, there's no need to argue anymore."
"Pass on my order, all the monks stationed in the Matrix Galaxy, except for a small number of people to maintain the basic stronghold, the rest are to retreat immediately and give priority to supporting the Locking God Formation!"
The three opposing saints moved their lips, but ultimately did not refute - compared to the possible loss of resources, the invading races were the sword hanging over their heads.
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