The light of the permanent star moved slowly among the alloy shards and the corpses of the soldiers.
The space was like a quiet graveyard.
The huge iron broadsword had cut the entire battleship in half, looking like a gravestone.
Most of the people had died the moment the iron broadsword arrived. Their hearts and meridians were shattered by the formidable broadsword will, so they didn't have to endure the pain and despair in the cold space.
The iron broadsword stopped by the broken battleship, not moving forward, because it was blocked.
In comparison to the mountain-like iron broadsword, the middle-aged man was like a black speck.
Yet, it was because of him that the iron broadsword stopped.
He pinched the blade of the iron broadsword with two fingers. The expression on his face and the movement of his fingers were both cautious and cautious, as if he were pinching the most precious treasure in the universe.
A patch of blood-red color suddenly appeared in the space full of broken pieces, corpses and dust.
The bright red color gradually formed a shape, which turned out to be a pine tree.
Looking at Cao Yuan in the distance on the other side of the iron broadsword, the middle-aged man smiled faintly. The knuckles of his thumb and forefinger turned a bit pale as he exerted his strength.
A tiny ripple spread out from the spot where he pinched the iron broadsword, and the ripple grew larger and larger.
A ripple formed on the surface of the iron broadsword, which then turned into a terrifying wave, as the broadsword became deformed.
It was soundless in the space, but those military swordsmen who hadn't been killed by the broadsword will and the people on the two battleships on the way seemed to have heard a crisp pah!!!
The iron broadsword couldn't stand it any longer. Countless cracks appeared on it, and then it broke into hundreds of thousands of pieces, shooting out in all directions.
Back in Chaotian, this iron broadsword had sliced heaven and earth and fought against the Snow Girl, and it had been deformed. Though the blade of the broadsword had a few cracks, it had never been seriously damaged. It could be considered an indestructible treasure. Unexpectedly, it was crushed by two thin fingers that night.
The middle-aged man was indeed the founding grandmaster of the Bloody Demon Church and an ascendant tens of thousands of years ago. His Cultivation state was unimaginably high.
The blood-red pine tree dissipated in the dark space, and so did the hundreds of thousands of pieces of the iron broadsword.
Cao Yuan had disappeared from his original spot; it was unclear where he had gone.
Dozens of military swordsmen in the Star State in their battle armors flew over at a high speed. The other two battleships were also on their way after evading the hail of bullets transformed from the iron broadsword.
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly and waved two of his fingers.
Dozens of battle armor engines were activated at full speed, turning into streams of light as they flew toward the planet of Base Two.
The two battleships had also sent thousands of surveillance spacecrafts and more than 300 spacecrafts to various parts of the galaxy.
The military displayed extremely high mobility and began the pursuit in the shortest time possible.
Cao Yuan was wounded so severely, and he wielded the broadsword at the expense of Zhen Yuan; would he be able to escape tonight?
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The middle-aged man returned to the other warship and stood in front of the window, looking forward into the second base, his face expressionless.
Dozens of combat armors and the base's spaceships created countless colorful lines on the dark side of the planet.
Time passed slowly, but they didn't find any trace of Cao Yuan.
Shortly after, the spaceships that were heading to other parts of the galaxy also sent back news that they had not found anything.
The middle-aged man returned to his seat.
There was a glass of water on the table.
His arm rested on the armrest, and his fingers hung naturally above the table.
There were two thin cracks on his thumb and index finger.
The two cracks were indeed very thin. Even with a microscope, it was difficult to see them, but the feeling was so real … pain.
He had used these two fingers to pinch Cao Yuan's iron broadsword, and it turned out that his fairy body couldn't repair itself because it was injured by the broadsword wills.
These small cracks were truly annoying, and he felt very annoyed at the moment.
He had employed the Great Bloody Magic to kill those monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter and the people in the living quarters on purpose. He had thought that the broadsword man named Cao Yuan would feel sentimental and even shed some tears when he saw the corpses of his partners on the mining spaceship. Unexpectedly, he raised his broadsword in a wooden manner without thinking of anything.
Why did he come here to kill him when he was so calm? Look, he was going to die in the next moment.
Thinking of all this, he felt more and more annoyed, and the small cracks on his fingers grew more painful. All of a sudden, he dipped two of his fingers into the glass of water.
As he did this, a few bright and thin glows appeared on the lenses of the middle-aged man's glasses.
They were the thin broadsword lights coming out from the water, looking like threads.
In the next moment, the water was gradually separated, like the glass being cut open, but it was so fragile that it seemed to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
The broadsword will breaking the water?
The middle-aged man arched his eyebrows.
Crack!!! The glass broke open after a few cracks appeared on it, and the water mixed with a faint blood color splashed all over the table.
A young officer walked out from a dark corner of the room and said expressionlessly, "General Chi Song, please pay attention to the time."
As he spoke, the young officer started wiping the water on the table. It was unclear where his cloth was, but the table was soon cleaned up.
The middle-aged man said, "The Yinhai Nebula is not far away. Let's wait for three more hours."
Three hours later, the standard time of the Federation, nobody had found the trace of the bloody Buddha.
The middle-aged man walked to the window and looked at the permanent star in the distance. "Let's go," he said while arching his eyebrows in boredom.
The two battleships left the No. 2 Forward Base and headed toward the Yinhai Nebula, ready to receive the Scorching-Sun Battleship from the Stargate Base.
As for whether the nuclear bombs would explode and countless people would die during the welcoming ceremony, nobody except the middle-aged man knew.
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The tall green trees swayed restlessly in the wind, occupying this planet like the ocean. The craters on the surface of the planet were so obvious that they could be seen even in the space.
In fact, it was all thanks to the permanent star in the distance.
If they were too close to the permanent star, they wouldn't be able to see anything, like the farthest planet.
According to the investigation conducted by the Science Academy of the Federation, this planet had abundant mineral reserves. The problem was that it was too close to the permanent star and extremely hot. Even the spaceships of the latest model couldn't get close to that area, not to mention land on the surface of the planet.
The Federation had merely dropped a few bombs on the planet to observe it from a distance.
The side of the planet facing the permanent star was unimaginably bright and unimaginably hot. The rocks seemed to have liquefied. There were no high mountains or low lands, and no signs of life could be found there.
Some bubbles suddenly appeared in the half-liquefied rocks in an inconspicuous place, and then they never appeared again, as if what had just happened was just an illusion.
The lava was flowing slowly, forming a shape that was similar to the stone Buddha statues that had been eroded by the wind for tens of thousands of years.
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The Scorching-Sun Battleship was moving forward slowly in the dark space.
It was only a feeling that it was moving slowly.
There was no point of reference in the vast space. Everything seemed to be still, including those permanent stars.
Lying in the chair, Jing Jiu looked at the seemingly eternal sea of stars outside the window. He suddenly felt like drinking a cup of scented tea, and was about to ask Zong Lizi to make tea for him.
He remembered that she had a special status at the moment, so she spent most of her time studying those divine scripts with Jiang Yuxia and Hua Xi; she was not in the room.
A young officer walked out from a dark corner of the room. "What do you need?" he asked politely and emotionlessly.
The moment he came to this room on the battleship, Jing Jiu had found him and found him quite interesting.
The young officer had no sense of existence like Jing Jiu. Nobody noticed him when he stood in a dark corner.
Seeing the pale face and symmetrical features of the young man, Jing Jiu suddenly didn't feel like drinking tea anymore. "Are you a cyborg?" he asked.
"Yes," the young officer replied expressionlessly.
Jing Jiu scanned the young man from head to toe with his gaze. He didn't say anything, but waved his hand to signal for him to go back.
The young officer walked to a dark corner and turned back into a statue.
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze, and thought of Jian Xilai, who looked like a stone statue.
Jian Xilai had a very high talent in sword work; even Jing Jiu admired him.
Unfortunately, Jian Xilai had lost one of his arms back then, so his sword wills couldn't be merged perfectly.
The ascended fairy man could have another arm, but it would be troublesome if it was not an original fairy body. It was thought that Jian Xilai wouldn't choose this option.
Well, it would be better to install a mechanical arm on him.
If he could get a laser cannon with a higher power, he wouldn't even need a flying sword.
If the generator of the gravitational field could be made into super particles, it would be even more powerful.
As Jing Jiu was thinking of all this, he suddenly heard the alarm, knowing that he was about to pass through the distorted hole again.
A thin metal membrane appeared on the large French window, blocking the view of the sea of stars ahead.
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