Zong Lizi couldn't understand the conversation, and Jiang Yuxia and Hua Xi were even more baffled.
Looking at the figure of Jing Jiu standing in front of the window, the three girls suddenly felt that he was about to leave.
Because of her family background, Ran Handong had been interested in the shadows in the history since she was a child. She knew about the organization related to the "butterfly". Hearing the conversation between Jing Jiu and that person, she recalled the two assassination attempts on Jing Jiu. She couldn't help but feel nervous, asking, "What … what are you going to do?"
Jing Jiu didn't answer her question. He looked at the space outside the window, his line of sight fixed on the invisible distance.
On the other side of the space, one hundred thousand kilometers away, the stardust reflected a faint glow, making the figures of the two battleships look even more dreadful.
The battleship in the front was entirely black, looking a bit old, like a huge sword that hadn't been unsheathed for many years.
In the command room at the head of the battleship, hundreds of soldiers were observing and analyzing the data in their respective positions. There was a huge chair on the second floor of the battleship.
The chair was made of a large piece of blood jade, with two dragons carved on the armrests, looking very luxurious and a bit exaggerated.
A middle-aged man sat in the chair in Silence. His silver-rimmed glasses reflected the faint light outside the window, making it impossible to discern the emotion in his eyes.
The alarm was blaring in the battleship, but it was not shrill. No worry could be seen on the people's faces.
The Scorching-Sun Battleship was said to be the latest and most advanced battleship of the Federation; but it looked like a clumsy child compared to this battleship.
The most advanced technology and weapons of the Federation of the Milky Way were hidden in places where the populace couldn't see them, like this battleship.
"3566, I09, 2278. Approaching Sturch Curve. Dynamic imbalance."
The steady voice of an officer broke out on the battleship.
The battleship had a complete grasp of the situation of the Scorching-Sun Battleship through a dozen space detectors.
The battleship had learned about the Scorching-Sun Battleship not long after the thousands of missiles with nuclear warheads had left the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
The atmosphere on the battleship was still calm, not at all tense. The officers were doing their jobs calmly. Laughter could be heard once in a while, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.
The laughter was mocking the foolishness of the commander of the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
It was indeed ridiculous to use nuclear warheads in a space war.
Even if their battleship was a regular battleship of the Federation, it would be impossible for it to be hit by the missiles.
These nuclear bombs could not pose a threat to the battleship because they were too slow.
"The speed of those missiles … seems to be a problem."
A staff officer looked at the lines formed by the light dots on the hologram and said in surprise.
As his voice fell, the line formed by the light dots stretched forward by a large margin.
Dozens of eyes fell on the light screen, and there were some discussions.
The missile launched by the Scorching-Sun Battleship was indeed a bit strange, as it was obviously traveling at a higher speed.
"Could it be that they've all switched to crystal engines?"
"There's no report from the department. No fleet has the ability to complete the modification alone."
"Then what's with this speed?"
"There's also something wrong with the distribution of the bullets. Look at this curve, it feels like a regular distribution."
The staff officers on the warship continued to analyze and calculate, but they were still not very nervous.
No matter how much the propulsion system of those nuclear warheads was modified, even if their speed was ten times faster, they would not be able to threaten the warships.
Even if the nuclear warheads were within tens of thousands of kilometers, the warships would only need a volley of laser cannons to detonate them in advance.
A lieutenant colonel came before the chair made of blood jade and asked, "General, should we fire them in advance?"
Looking at the dark space outside the window, the middle-aged man seemed to see those distant nuclear warheads. "What's the hurry?" he asked disinterestedly.
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Thousands of nuclear warheads had left the Scorching-Sun Battleship and disappeared into the dark space.
It was unclear how long it would take for them to reach the two battleships on the other side.
It seemed that they had to wait patiently, and there was no need to hurry.
The atmosphere on the Scorching-Sun Battleship was tense. Everyone, including the captain of the ship and the regular mechanic soldiers, had lost their authority, and could only wait helplessly for the final result.
Zong Lizi came to the side of Jing Jiu with a teacup in her hand and said softly, "Have some tea."
Jing Jiu took the teacup and had a sip before saying, "I'm going out for a while."
The expression on Zong Lizi's face changed slightly, wondering what he was going to do now that he was not in charge of the overall situation on the battleship.
A gust of wind suddenly rose in front of the large French window, tousling her hair.
Jing Jiu disappeared from the original spot.
In the next moment, the faint screams of Jiang Yuxia and Hua Xi rang out in the room.
A figure they were very familiar with appeared outside the window.
It was Jing Jiu.
His blue hoodie tousled without the aid of the wind.
The dim light of the nebula shone on his body and the side of his face, making him look dreamlike.
The swordsmen in the Star State could move freely in the vacuum of the universe devoid of air and gravity, but they couldn't move as casually as Jing Jiu.
Seeing this, the people in the room were stunned speechless, wondering what he was going to do next.
Jing Jiu looked at the distant space in Silence, calculating.
Thousands of missiles were like thousands of light spots, moving forward in his awareness and forming thousands of lines.
Those lines didn't seem to have any connection with each other, and they didn't form any diagram; but the light spots had gradually grown apart, forming two lines.
They were like the trees by the road and the wild flowers by the railroad tracks, forming a passageway, welcoming someone to walk through it.
Jing Jiu took a deep and slow breath, and then he realized that he still felt hot even though there was no air here.
He leaned back slightly and then flew forward, disappearing from the window of the battleship.
A bright and beautiful sword light suddenly appeared in the dark universe.
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The sword light flashed by.
Soon, it was thousands of miles away from the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
There was a lone nuclear bomb, flying the slowest, lagging behind.
The sword light was like a flame that lit up the fuse of fireworks.
It was soundless.
The nuclear bomb exploded.
A great deal of light and heat were ejected in all directions, forming a rapidly expanding sphere.
Seeing this clear scene, many cries of surprise broke out on the Scorching-Sun Battleship.
"What's going on?"
"Why did it explode in advance?"
"Did they launch a laser cannon or a plasma beam?"
"Wait! What's that light? "
Many people on the Scorching-Sun Battleship saw the light.
Only the girl in the room at the head of the battleship figured out who the light was.
That beam of light was so straight and sharp, just like the sword light in those stories.
The sword light pierced through a nuclear bomb and ignited it. Not only was it not affected, but it also became brighter and faster.
Then, the second, the third, and dozens of nuclear bombs were ignited by the sword light one after another.
Hundreds of bright light spots appeared in the dark space.
They were like the street lamps by the roadside.
They shone on the people moving forward.
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Everybody goes to the Yuewen Conference. It's the same every year. I can't avoid it either. I'm always on the move. Please forgive me for the lack of updates. Let's sing the old song happily: Light Up a Thousand Lamps! The one who lights the lamps wants to pass the light to others …
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