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The lord of the temple stood alone on the edge of the ship, looking at the Leng Xing fleet that was getting stronger and stronger. His face was haggard.
He was a little shaken. 'Did I really do something wrong?
'If I didn't agree with Zhan Zhan's persuasion, if I had to choose between the two …'
Unfortunately, there was no 'if' in this world.
Asio's people came again today. Amidst the difficulties of those who had left the ship, they 'requested' it to pass on the contract to Asio.
The eyes of the lord of the temple were sad, and a stream of bitter tears flowed down his face. It was his people who forced him to commit suicide.
He was not envious of Chu Yunsheng, but he really envied Ao Mai.
Under Kulun's leadership, the Awka people supported Ci E and left without any hesitation. When the black-haired Leng Xing people supported Ao Mai unconditionally under Old Hull's leadership, it felt like its heart was being squeezed by a cold hand. It was a heart-wrenching pain.
Thinking back to the battle of the starship, when he was stuck in the cardinal stage, he was betrayed by his people, and no one stayed with him. This time, the people who left were only because they insisted on the revolution, and it had nothing to do with him.
He had been high and mighty all his life, and he was always surrounded by his people. However, when he took off the halo of the cardinal stage, he found that he was nothing.
It also wanted to make up its mind and pass the position of cardinal to Asio. But now, it realized that it was afraid of death and did not want to die.
Yes, during the battle of the Leng Xing, when Ao Mai swore to live and die with the black-haired people, where was he? He did not dare to go out of the Wu Nu people's body.
Even it despised itself. Its gaze gradually dimmed, and it was filled with discouragement.
"Lord of the temple, Se is here," the guard opened the door and reported.
Sea Nation's First Palace Master retracted his gloomy voice and returned to normal, "Are you here to look at His Honor's spear again?"
The days of living under someone else's roof were so miserable. Although the creatures with only hands were polite, could they refuse?
Yes!
They would not force them, but they would have to change to another fleet, and then another fleet. In the end, they would have nowhere to live.
The First Temple Master of the Ocean Kingdom pursed his lips bitterly and walked out. At the very least, he had to watch the creatures with only hands "watch the gun" and maintain his last dignity.
In the key warehouse, the creature with only one hand had already arrived. It was still very polite. It did not come, unlike Battleship 36, which was forcefully barged into by the other allied fleet.
The cabin door opened, and they entered in an orderly manner. It was very quiet, and they did not chase away the scientists that the Sea Nation's First Temple Master would summon every time.
Although the creatures with only hands never took the initiative to guide them, these scientists and researchers erupted with unimaginable fighting spirit in the difficult environment. They worked day and night to advance, overcoming thorns and thorns, overcoming one problem after another.
That was the only thing that comforted the Sea Nation's First Temple Master.
In particular, with the help of its identity as a cardinal, it ignored the contempt in the hearts of the creatures with only hands and secretly helped the scientists. It repeatedly asked some scientific questions that seemed extremely childish to them. The scientists were neither humble nor arrogant. They admired the cardinal and were confident at the same time.
Unfortunately, no matter how much they improved, when they reached the third battlefield, they would still be the weakest in the entire fleet, no, the entire left-leaning coalition.
However, everyone was working hard, as if they had forgotten all of this.
Was it respectable or pathetic?
The Sea Nation's First Temple Master did not know. He was very, very tired.
Ao Mai was still training, training desperately. Two days ago, he had already broken through to the second Divine State, but he still did not stop. It was as if he was holding his breath and training desperately.
Under his leadership, the entire Cold Star Battle Team was immersed in training desperately. No matter how much the old Cold Star Battle Team mocked them, the entire army was shockingly silent and only worked even harder.
Old Hull finally fell ill. His breathing was weak, and he probably would not live for long.
The Sea Nation's First Temple Master went to see him once. The two were not very familiar, and they did not talk much. However, there seemed to be a faint trace of sadness in the Sea Nation's First Temple Master's old and sunken eyes.
Ci 'E gave up training and patrolled the scattered fleets every day. Under the leadership of Kule, the Awka people did the most difficult and laborious work of each fleet, carefully repairing every broken part of the broken fleet.
The underground dwarf Zhan Zhan was dismissed, and its old classmate, Geigai, because of the serious disability left by the Cold Star Battle Team, was still not able to take the position that it vacated. Together with other underground dwarfs, they accelerated the production of various materials needed for the battleships.
No one asked when Mr. Chu would come back. Even if there were rumors in the coalition fleet that according to the constant sky patrol observation, Chu Yunsheng might not be able to come back before the third battlefield broke out, they did not ask.
They believed that Chu Yunsheng would come back, and they also believed that by that time, they might all be dead, but they were not going to return to the old fleet.
But was this really right? Risking the survival of the entire race just for change?
The Sea Nation's First Temple Master did not know, and he did not want to know. He had already stepped on this path, and he could not turn back.
Like his gloomy mood, the young man who had transformed into a creature with only hands received a gloomy news today.
Oracle was still alive.
And he was on the way to the third battlefield.
Were they going to meet again? Would history repeat itself?
The biggest fiasco in the young man's life made it dare not face reality for a time. It buried its head in the starry sky, deliberately forgetting the tragedies that it could not forget.
It could delete Lao Chi's resources, it could delete Ali's artificial eye, but it could not delete the pain in its heart.
War would never be simple.
It wanted to smile, smile to see Oracle, smile to go to the battlefield, smile to win a big victory!
It floated into an empty corner, changed into the appearance of an earthling, and returned to the Cold Star Battle Team.
This was an important part of its plan, especially to gain Chu Yunsheng's trust, it must be the identity of the Cold Star Fleet, at least someone could prove its origin.
In addition, there was one more thing.
"Da Jun, why are you here?" Ali was the first to find it, and quickly said, "How is your condition? If you can't do it, rest for a while. "
The young man shook his head, and then nodded.
It could clearly feel that the way the members looked at it had changed. The things that it had done, normal people would definitely find it abnormal.
Ali did not ask, but said in a low voice, "Lao Chi has been found, I will take you to see him, he is dying."
At first, Ali wanted to find Lao Chi and see Wu Dajun for the last time, but who knew that it would be the opposite. There was a saying on earth that was right.
"At that time, he ran out of the cabin during the chaos and wanted to steal from the flagship … He was discovered by the soldiers, and they shot him. It was a mess at that time, and no one cared about him. Later, he crawled onto the fleet that left, and he couldn't find us in the chaos. He didn't have money for treatment, so his condition worsened. He kept repeating the name of our battle team for a few days, and finally someone came to help him. Now he can't be saved …"
As Ali spoke, they arrived at the medical cabin. On the clean and tidy bed, Lao Chi, who had various tubes and breathing machines inserted into his body, only showed a pair of closed, sunken eyes.
The young man walked up to him, held his hand, and looked at him silently.
After a long time, Lao Chi opened his eyes, looked at the young man, and smiled slightly, "Jun, Brother Jun …"
Then, his eyes quickly dimmed, and the hand that was held by the young man, with a small trace of blood from a new wound, still slid down.
The body gradually turned cold, and the young man quietly looked at his withered face in front of his bed, standing for a long time.
Finally, he reached out and pressed his hand on Lao Chi's cold hand, and said softly, "Thank you."
Why did the tears of humans always flow down their cheeks in disappointment …
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"Brother Jun, do you know what I admire the most about you?"
"What?"
"You're already in this state, you obviously don't know anything, but you can still say it as if it's true!"
…
"Why? I've been defeated again and again, and there is nothing but failure. "
"Hehe, Brother Jun, I always feel that people like you who dare to open their mouths and pretend to know everything, and say it as if it's true, in the future, they will either become a big official or go to jail!"
…
"Brother Jun, let's go, and find a chance to start again."
"Isn't it just a Nirvana Bomb? Who cares what treasure it is, we are still alive, aren't we? Let's just pay them back when we make money. "
…
"It's okay, I wanted to replace you for a few days."
"After you get off work from the team, you still have to come here to replace me … But don't worry, I've been running that business day and night for the past few days, and I'm about to take it down. Once it's done, you will have the money to be promoted."
…
"Brother Jun, why are you crying?"
"No, no, it's just that human emotional organs are too fragile."
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Urgently seeking monthly votes, recommendation votes, my ranking has dropped a lot.
^ (To be continued.)
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