The Immortal Chi Song had a brief conversation with Jing Jiu before his death.
One of the words in the conversation was very important.
Jing Jiu said that asking the Immortal Chi Song to pick up Cao Yuan meant that Jing Jiu wanted him dead.
This speculation might be correct or wrong; but no matter what, the Immortal Chi Song was going to die by Jing Jiu's sword, and all the people on the battleship would die as well. As such, it was meaningless for Jing Jiu to say it out loud.
It was because he knew that someone had been communicating with this black battleship from a long distance and was watching everything that was happening.
Jing Jiu might not be able to get that person to come out even if he killed the Immortal Chi Song and all the people on the battleship; but he could do it if he said it.
If that person wanted to maintain his Dao, he would have to give an explanation, both to Jing Jiu and to himself.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Chi Song was willing to join our cause; I had no reason to refuse him."
The calm voice echoed like a bell in the battleship that was gradually being destroyed, "You shouldn't have killed him."
Cao Yuan's voice sounded like a bell, but it sounded hoarse and unpleasant, like a broken bell.
In comparison, Jing Jiu preferred Cao Yuan's voice.
"It was evident that he had never put down his broadsword; otherwise, Cao Yuan wouldn't have raised it to hack at him."
Jing Jiu looked at a spot diagonally above the battleship.
The battleship was so badly damaged that it couldn't adjust itself. All the objects on the battleship had flown up and were flying everywhere in the air.
There was a cable connected to a vibrating sound-amplifying valve, which was where the voice came from.
Jing Jiu didn't ask if the person was General Li or someone else, as he continued, "And he intended to kill me."
The person said, "You should be aware that we don't intend to kill you; otherwise, you wouldn't have dared write that book."
"It looks like I was wrong," said Jing Jiu.
The person said, "The Cultivation practitioners have a long life. Sometimes, they have to face challenges again and again in order to find the meaning of their lives, and sometimes they have to strengthen themselves."
"Have you been tested as well?" asked Jing Jiu.
The person said, "All the cocoon breakers have to go through this process before they can become butterflies."
"Only a little child would say such a thing," said Jing Jiu.
The person said, "Come to the Main Planet. We'll meet there."
Jing Jiu said, "If we meet …"
He didn't finish his sentence because the call ended.
The warship was severely damaged, and all data channels were disabled.
The communicator on the webcam was swinging around randomly. It didn't look like a lost butterfly, but more like a kite in the wind that could be torn apart at any time.
Jing Jiu flew a few hundred kilometers away from the battleship and turned around.
The black battleship was slowly disintegrating into tens of millions of pieces, looking like a storm that was slowly flying in all directions.
Even further away in space, another black battleship was entering the warp hole. Most of the battleship's body seemed to have disappeared into the void, leaving only its tail outside. Dark blue light shone around it. It was a very magical scene.
He turned around and flew toward the Scorching-Sun Ship.
Thousands of nuclear bombs were still exploding. Some had already dissipated, while others were still emitting intense light and heat.
Relying on the immortal energy in space that had not dissipated, he flew back hundreds of thousands of kilometers effortlessly.
Looking at the warship that had participated in his assassination, for some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity.
The name of the Scorching-Sun Ship was the same as that of the Scorching-Sun Gorge, so it was auspicious for him.
No, it should be because he had someone close to him on the battleship.
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…
"Cancel the alarm."
"Attention, all personnel on the battleship. The battleship is on standby. The data will be checked again in three minutes."
The emotionless electronic voice echoed in the Scorching-Sun Ship.
The captain of the battleship, the staff officers, and the regular mechanic soldiers came back to their senses after a while. They returned to their posts as quickly as possible and started to operate the ship.
No one knew what had happened.
Why did the battleship encounter two black battleships that were obviously hostile before the space passage of the Yinhai Nebula, the safest sailing route in the Federation of the Milky Way? The existence of the two black battleships was already unbelievable. How could they hide from the eyes of the Federation of the Milky Way without any serial numbers or digital markings?
The officers and men of the Scorching-Sun Ship were ready for the battle with bewilderment and nervousness; but they suddenly found that their authority had been taken away, and the battleship was in the hands of someone else.
As everybody was ready to face death, they found that thousands of nuclear bombs on the battleship had been launched.
Thousands of nuclear bombs exploded one after another, illuminating the dark universe and forming a road leading to a distant place.
Nobody could understand what had happened next.
It was because nobody had seen the sword light except for the four girls by the window of the room.
One of the black battleships was set ablaze and disintegrated.
The other black battleship fled in a panic, disappearing from sight.
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…
"Please get out of the way. I want to know what has happened!"
The captain of the Scorching-Sun Ship said while staring into the eyes of the main preacher, "You might be an important figure on the Stargate Base, but this is my battleship!"
"What has happened just now has proved that this is not your battleship."
The main preacher continued calmly while looking at him, "As for what has happened, I believe that the praying hall and the military headquarters will investigate it after we return to the Main Planet."
After a moment of silence, the captain asked, "Where is Major Ran? I'd like to ask her. "
The main preacher said expressionlessly, "Major Ran is dealing with some urgent affairs. I'll tell you what you said. She'll come to you when she is done."
Having said that, the main preacher turned around and entered the room, saying nothing more.
The captain remained silent for a long time while looking at the closed door of the room and thinking of the terrifying scenes earlier. He turned around and left as well. … …
In the bedroom in the deepest part of the suite, Zong Lizi was helping Jing Jiu put on his clothes.
Seeing his pale profile, she couldn't help but ask after a long moment of hesitation, "Are you alright?"
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm" and said, "I'm a bit tired."
Zong Lizi was well aware of his temperament. If he said he was tired, he would be really tired, and extremely tired. She couldn't help but feel worried.
Pushing open the door, she motioned for Jiang Yuxia and the others to leave first so that he wouldn't be disturbed.
Jiang Yuxia hesitated a bit, but she didn't say anything in the end. She walked out of the room holding Hua Xi's small hand.
Ran Handong didn't leave. After staring at Jing Jiu's face for a long time, she suddenly asked, "Are you really … the new god?"
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to her. He lay on the chair.
Zong Lizi looked at Ran Handong and said rudely, "Please get out of here."
Ran Handong had no choice but to walk out of the room after glancing at Jing Jiu a few times reluctantly.
As Zong Lizi turned her head around, she found that Jing Jiu had already fallen asleep.
His face was a bit pale.
She sat by the chair and caressed his face sympathetically.
It was her birthday today, so she said those things to him and invited him to have dinner together, like what they had done in the apartment. It was a pity that she had encountered such an incident.
Looking at the outside of the window, her pretty eyes and brows were illuminated by the sunlight.
Some of the thousands of nuclear bombs had been extinguished, and some were still burning.
It seemed that countless fireworks were taking place in the dark space.
They also looked like burning butterflies.
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(End of the Eighth Volume)
Attached at the end: I've been writing what I like lately, so I've had a great time writing this volume. Thank you for reading this, because it's obvious that we share the same joy. I'll write the contents of the next three or four volumes in a happy mood. The poem at the beginning of the next volume is also very nice. Please enjoy it. And the last part is about the fireworks of the nuclear bombs … I remembered that someone laughed at a strange joke on the Internet a long time ago, saying that a young master set off a few nuclear bombs to celebrate his young mistress's birthday in order to win her favor; it was quite ridiculous. I couldn't accept it at the time. It's nothing more than setting off a few nuclear bombs. How did Yi Tianxing use them back then?
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