The golden battleship was now known as the Throne. It was an appropriate name because other than serving as Saber's throne, this battleship had almost no combat power other than the two giant main cannons that needed a long time to prepare. But then again, since it was carrying a guy like Saber, it was not a big problem whether it had combat power or not.
What was the old saying?
This was a symbol of status. You couldn't possibly rely on your physical body to travel through the stars when you were already an Overlord. The advantage of having power was that when you displayed it, you could avoid a lot of troublesome problems in advance. Just like now, at least when this battleship with the Overlord's insignia crossed the Milky Way, the lawless Interstellar Pirates they encountered along the way would only stay far away instead of rushing to their deaths and wasting the Overlord's precious time.
"Actually, I really don't know."
Quill walked beside Saber to the command platform. There was a black devil tattoo on his neck, which meant that he had made a choice. And we all knew that the most torturous thing was waiting and hesitating before making a decision. Once the decision was made, all the torment would vanish.
Quill's mood also became a lot more cheerful. He asked in confusion, "Look.
After Igo was eaten, I no longer had the ability to control the power of the planet. "
Quill stretched out his hands and clenched his fists hard, but there was still no spark. He raised his head and looked at Saber. "What's the point of me being like this to you?"
"No, that power did not disappear from your body, Quill."
Saber sat on the throne, his eyes shining with the blue Ring of Ashes. He said in a low voice, "Igo's existence only made it easier for you to sense it and use it. But you can use this power not just because of Igo, but because of the blood flowing in your body, the power factor hidden in your blood... that's the most important thing."
"I said you have potential, you have talent... Don't doubt my judgment. As long as the conditions are right, you can become a tyrannical warrior comparable to the Heavenly Father. Igo was cruel and emotionless, but he left you the best legacy."
Seiber heaved a sigh of relief and said softly,
"What you lack now is the will and combat skills that a warrior should have, as well as the experience and understanding of energy manipulation. Your combat skills are a complete mess in my opinion. It's simply a waste of your talent. So from today onwards, Drax will spend two hours teaching you basic combat skills after completing your daily routine."
"Mantis!"
Saber turned his head to look at Larva, who was sneakily munching on snacks beside him. Larva was startled by the sudden call and hurriedly stuffed all the snacks that looked like pine nuts into his mouth. He then looked at Saber with bulging cheeks. The latter shook his head and ignored the little interlude.
"Every night before Quill falls asleep, help him enter deep meditation so that he can slowly search for the hidden talent in his body …"
"Yeah, yeah!"
Larva nodded hurriedly. Tyrant looked at Quill who had a bitter expression. He rubbed his chin and said in a deep voice,
"As for the final energy projection, I'll teach you personally after you've awakened your true strength!"
Quill's face was already very ugly at this time. Without waiting for him to refute, Saber turned his gaze to the stars outside the porthole and said softly, "It's been half a year since I left Earth.
"It's been almost half a year since I left that place. I don't know what's going on on Earth right now, but there's one thing I'm sure of, and that's that your homeland needs you more than ever. This is a terrible time, Quill. Whether you're willing or not, the moment I noticed you, you have to participate in this battle as a warrior …"
"I think that if we really face a war, my piloting and aerial combat skills will play a greater role!"
Quill lowered his head. He did not want to avoid all this, but his lazy nature determined that he had a strong resistance to learning.
"It's not the same, Quill."
Saber closed his eyes and leaned against the throne. "When facing Igo, no matter how big the warship is, it's useless. Similarly, you'll know in the future that warships are useless against some enemies."
"But that's a matter for the future … Now, let's go, let's … go home!"
At the Overlord's command, the seven thrusters on the back of the golden battleship floating among the stars ignited at the same time. Red energy filled the grid of the thrusters, and after a short three seconds of charging, the entire battleship turned into a golden stream of light and disappeared among the desolate stars.
That was the way back home. After wandering among the stars for half a year, he was finally going to return to his hometown, and this time, no one could expel him from that place, not even God!
— — —
"Speaking of which, don't you feel that something's wrong with you now?"
Craglin was piloting a pure black large assault warship, jumping back and forth between one spatial distortion point after another. From time to time, he would turn back to look at the guy sitting behind him. Other than curiosity, there was a trace of relief in his eyes.
In response to his question, the guy sitting in the passenger seat looked left and right, and said with some doubt, "Uh, I don't feel anything different.
I didn't lose an arm or a leg, and I didn't turn into an idiot … "
He reached out and touched his head, where four intertwined black demon horns appeared.
"Instead, it's like there's something extra … This feeling is really strange!"
He lowered his head and looked at his blue hands again. He took an ashtray made of metal from the side and exerted a little force. He watched as the ashtray was easily crushed into a strange pile of scrap metal in his hands. He said softly, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"There's even more power. It's like the power that's already in my body …"
Finally, he looked up at Craglin, stroked his weathered beard, and showed a wretched smile.
"To be honest, this feeling of coming back from the dead is actually pretty good!"
"That's good, that's good."
Craglin turned his head and began to focus on piloting the assault warship with a super stealth ability. While operating the warship, he said to the person behind him without looking back.
"Then welcome back, Captain!"
"Uh-huh."
Yondu spread out his limbs and leaned back in his seat in a relaxed posture. The golden bow was placed beside his hand, and the red and golden blowdarts were in the quiver at his waist. He raised his head and looked at the steel armor above his head. Some kind of thought flashed in his eyes.
After walking through life and death, if he still couldn't learn some experience and lessons, it meant that his death this time was wasted.
Yondu would never forget the moment he opened his eyes in the cultivation cabin. When he was burned by Igo's flames, he clearly felt the pain of the flames devouring his body, but his soul did not dissipate between heaven and earth as he thought. On the contrary, at the moment of his body's death, his soul was pulled back into a vast darkness by a strong traction force.
There, he was in a state of confusion. After an unknown amount of time, he could clearly feel that his soul was being guided out of the darkness. After a very painful process, it was finally poured into a new body.
Yondu tried his best not to let himself think about where his body came from, but he could feel that when he woke up from this body, the soul of the Berserk Demon Lord in his soul cheered as if it had returned to its own body.
If he had to describe it in one sentence, it would be: At the moment of awakening, the synchronization rate between Yondu's soul and the new body absolutely exceeded 200%!
This allowed him to easily use all the power of the unruly demon. The problem was that in the two days after waking up, Yondu felt that some kind of change was happening to him. In every difficult sleep, he could feel that some kind of instinct hidden in his soul was awakening. It was bloodthirsty, belligerent, and crazy. It was roaring in his soul, eager to fight.
Even after waking up every time, he would find that he had unknowingly completed complete demonization …
This feeling made Yondu feel a little uncomfortable. This was the beginning of turning from a human … into a real demon.
"How long will it take to reach our destination?"
Another cold voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them, interrupting Yondu's thoughts. Craglin turned his head and saw a blue-skinned, tall, and dressed very "boldly". She walked out of the rear cabin with a lazy face.
She had long black hair that almost reached her waist, and on her slender waist, there was a dark green slender rapier and a sawblade fighting bayonet.
She was very charming, but from those eyes that always had a malicious smile, you could feel that this was a very dangerous woman, just like a spider waiting to hunt.
Spiders were not cold-blooded animals, but only when they were hunting, only when they pierced their fangs under the skin of their prey could they feel the heartbeat of life, the passion of rebirth.
"Tell me, little cutie …"
Her body appeared behind Craglin like a shadow, and her plump upper body clung to the back of the young navigator. She stuck out her tongue and licked Craglin's ear with the tip of her tongue. This action made the navigator's body tremble.
"How long will it take for us to get rid of this boring trip and get down to business … Do you know? I can't wait to have some "fun". "
The voice of this sentence became very strange, with a hint of special flavor. Craglin's eyes were confused at this moment, and he subconsciously replied:
"At the fastest speed, it may take 15 days …"
"Ahem!"
Yondu coughed, and a sharp hiss sounded in Craglin's mind, waking him up from his dazed state. He subconsciously took a step forward, away from the woman's side, and looked at her with a frightened gaze.
"Have you had enough fun?"
Yondu said in a deep voice, "Nebula, you'd better not cause any trouble …"
"Tsk, boring!"
Nebula, who had been reborn, sneered, turned and walked to the other side of the seat. She raised her hand and looked at her soft and delicate arm with an infatuated gaze, she whispered:
"Look at this body, full of strength and beauty, much better than those cold machines."
She put her fingers into the thin clothes and pressed them against her chest: "I can feel the beating of my heart, so powerful, much better than that cold mechanical core, I have found myself …"
She stood up neurotically and turned around in a circle like a dancer. The clothes on her body fluttered, giving her a different kind of beauty.
She turned her head to look at Yondu, and a charming smile appeared at the corner of her mouth:
"Am I … beautiful?"
Yondu didn't even look at her. This former female mechanical warrior had gone completely crazy. Obviously, she was in some kind of neurotic fantasy, and Yondu's ignoring was regarded as a kind of contempt and blasphemy by Nebula.
"Swish Swish"
The sound of a sharp blade piercing through the air was heard. Craglin turned his head abruptly and saw that Nebula's figure had appeared beside Yondu. A slender leg was pressed against Yondu's chest, a dark green rapier and blade were pressed against Yondu's neck, and the latter looked at him with disdain. The blow dart that was sharp enough to penetrate the starship's deck was suspended on Nebula's forehead.
In just a short second, the two of them had turned into a life-and-death battle.
"Say it! Am I beautiful? "
Nebula didn't care about the blow dart suspended on her forehead. She stared at Yondu with her beautiful eyes, and the sharp rapier in her hand was on Yondu's neck. This thing was covered with deadly poison, and it only took a light stroke to paralyze Yondu.
"You! Ugly! "
Yondu said his opinion word by word. This sentence made the fire in Nebula's eyes burn brighter, but the next moment, all her emotions were restrained again, as if nothing had happened, and she walked back to the cabin.
The old Interstellar Pirate touched his neck and turned to look at Craglin:
"Stay away from her in the future, that woman is crazy!"
"But the map she gave us … Our current road safety is based on the map she gave us …"
Craglin was a little conflicted, "There are some suspicious places marked on the map, should we still go there?"
"Go!"
Yondu said in a deep voice, "If she's not too crazy, she won't play tricks on this matter, unless she has made up her mind to betray the Overlord, but that's basically impossible. As long as she has this idea, the Succubus hidden deep in her soul will directly strangle her."
"And her heart is full of twisted hatred, at least we can trust her when it comes to hunting!"
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