Chapter 160:

The hall was very quiet, so quiet that it could only hear the sound of different people breathing, so quiet that the breathing was a noisy sound.
Everyone hadn't returned yet, just staring at Mute. And Mute had stopped talking. He lowered his eyes, and the shadow of the thin eyelashes fell on his cheek, hiding his half-hidden eyes in the shadow.
If his attitude towards Marshal Troll on the command floor of the Ishtar not long ago could be described as madness, then his mood at this moment is the complete opposite of peace, which is extremely abnormal in any way. .
"Earth ... is gone?"
The crowd had not spoken yet, and the red-haired man couldn't help but break the deadly silence first.
The look on his face seemed dazed, and the voice of speaking was very light, as if a little louder would break his last hope, but the last word shook rarely.
Mute lifted her eyes slightly and glanced at Robin without answering.
It should be said, he has already said it, it is not useful to say more.
At that glance, Robin opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but his mouth was closed for a long while, and no sound came out. In the end, he took a few steps back, sitting on the sofa with one butt, looking The look of a desolation.
At that moment, he almost instinctively wanted to open a curse and swear, but after opening his mouth for a long time, he couldn't utter a word, but felt that his brain was buzzing in a mess, making him a headache with a noisy, In the end, I just sat down on the sofa, and the whole person seemed to be dead.
Via's look was dignified.
Although Mute said that he wanted to inform them of everything, he just said briefly about the fact that there was a war between Ghazi and humans on the earth, and that humans destroyed the earth before leaving the earth. As for his role in these matters, some details that still need to be scrutinized, and even those things between him and the early emperor of the empire, Mute only understated a few sentences.
Via thinks that there are still many key things that the teenager should not tell them, but he is not good at asking questions at this kind of time. Moreover, it is useless to learn those details even if we continue to investigate. No matter what the process is, the final result is still that human beings violated the peace agreement with Gaga and destroyed their home planet with their own hands.
The faces of several Gals are ugly, especially after hearing that the earth has been destroyed and all of them, except their ancestors, died with the Earth—Via even saw the pupils of two of them burn at that moment There was a blue flame, as if it would erupt in the next second.
It was only then that Mute raised her hand and stopped the two Gahs who were almost unbearable.
As soon as he raised his hand, he easily stopped the two Gals, and they bowed their heads respectfully.
At this time, the Gamens, in addition to respecting Mute, also respected him as Noah's successor ... They probably also guessed that these Gaussians probably escaped from the earth at the beginning. The dozen or so descendants of Gaja who came out and were forced to follow the human race into the universe. Those Gha had to conceal their identities to live in humanity, and then the blood was passed down from generation to generation, although gradually dispersed into the universe as time passed It became thin everywhere, but among the descendants who inherited their blood veins, there will always be blood of Gamma overcoming the blood of humans and becoming Gaja people.
In other words, Mute is the existence of their ancestors. Even those who are no longer tame and taunted face their ancestors and dare not to make any mistakes. They can only obey respectfully.
"That's what you want to know."
The young man said that he spoke in a very light tone, and somehow it was the plain tone that made people feel hurt.
He stood in front of the huge glass window, eyes closed, and the shadow of black hair fell on his eye socket.
Behind him, above that head, the once beautiful azure star has now turned into a crack-like black-red, lingering in the starry sky with an extremely ugly gesture.
Via suddenly understood why the young man suddenly collapsed when he saw the Emperor Star being blown up.
Why at that moment he would madly press his gun against the marshal's forehead.
Why he looked at the marshal's eyes with indelible hatred, and pain deep into the bone marrow.
This young man must have returned to the moment when he was watching the earth destroyed.
The moment he could only watch helplessly when the leader of the human race launched the nuclear bomb, but could not do anything.
What a heartbreaking pain.
Via thought.
This young man must have great remorse-if he had not played away from the heart of the early emperor because of his soft heart at that time, he would not have caused this irreversible end today.
So at that time, Mute aimed his muzzle at the forehead of the marshal who was regarded as the first emperor.
The thought of Via was suddenly terrified.
If Mute hadn't been awake quickly at that time, the laser might have penetrated Marshal Troll's head.
Nope.
His brain, which had been briefly stopped because of the flood of information, finally worked quickly again.
In this way, the Lord Marshal is not only similar to the first emperor who destroyed the earth and killed all Jia, but correctly, the Marshal is the descendant of the emperor, genetically, even the child of the emperor.
If Mute hates the early emperor, then, Lord Marshal ...
The moment the Colonel Qingfa thought of this, his cold hair was erected, his muscles tightened suddenly, he looked up sharply, and stared at the young man who was standing quietly by the glass window with his eyes closed.
Mute's look seemed calm, but Via didn't dare to care for the slightest. No one could tell whether it was the calm before the storm.
He saw Mute say nothing and do nothing, but stood quietly, closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes exuded a little tiredness.
The room became quiet again, for a long time.
Finally, someone moved.
The dreary footsteps of the dark boots that stepped on the ground broke this suffocating silence, Robin raised his head, and Via's pupils shrank. They did not expect that the person who broke the silence was actually the Marshal.
Under the gaze of their slightly surprised eyes, Marshal Troll said nothing, and the expressionless and handsome face made no one see. He turned around and left the place silently under the watchful eyes of everyone.
From beginning to end, he never left a word, an expression.
Two of his subordinates paused for a second due to misunderstanding at first, then immediately followed.
The automatic door in the hall closed with the departure of those people, and in the large hall, only the presence of the Jiamen was left. These young Jia looked at each other, and someone wanted to say something but stopped talking.
Finally, someone broke the silence.
"Are we ... leaving?"
Mute, who was standing quietly by the window, opened her eyes and looked sideways at the talking Canaan.
"Do not."
He smiled softly, "Either hatred or other things are things that happened a long time ago. The past things can no longer be changed, and we don't need to give up ourselves because of things that happened thousands of years ago. Do half of it. "
The past can't be changed, but the important thing is now.
"but……"
"After all, the past is only the past. No matter what past the past has with human beings, it should not be extended to the present. Our future should not be at the mercy of the past."
"But, you and the Marshal ..."
"........."
Sarah's interrogation stopped the boy's voice, and a moment of confusion appeared on his face. His pupils contracted, then he turned to look at the bombed planet in space.
"……I do not know."
He said, his expression was a little shaky.
Just now, from the beginning to the end, he never looked at Major General there, presumably Major General also found this, so he left here without a word.
He didn't dare to see it.
He didn't know if he saw that similar face again, would he think of that person again and would he lose control again.

The destruction of the Emperor Star by the [Scepter of Heaven], which should have guarded it, spread throughout the universe almost instantly, and the entire universe was shocked.
The planet that is as high as the sanctuary in the minds of human beings, and nearly 10 billion people above it, disappeared in an instant, and the corpse was gone.
It is said that it was because the empire emperor despised himself for resentment of the patriarchs of the three noble families, and started the self-destruct system of the "Scepter of Heaven" in paranoia, and eventually ended up with the patriarchs of the three major families-just because of his hatred It means that he carelessly pulled together nearly ten billion lives on Emperor Star.
frenzied! Fierce and cruel!
After hearing the appalling news, almost everyone felt cold. Just for personal resentment, he took countless lives to bury him for himself. What a terrible tyrant is like a madman.
For a while, the royal reputation fell to the lowest point in the entire universe. Even the people who were most loyal to the royal family before that, could not help but wonder whether their loyalty was correct.
Is there any place for such a tyrant, such a royal family that deserves their allegiance?
At the same time, with the death of the three patriarchs, the three ancestors have no heads. Although there are designated heirs, the forces also suffered great losses because of the defeat of the elite fleet along with the former patriarchs. They began to have different voices. As he was about to move, some more unscrupulous people secretly made some small moves, so that those who had not yet been able to settle the position of the patriarch began to tirelessly clean up the internal contradictions of the family.
All of the above are things that will happen in the future.
But now, the Troll fleet nearest to Emperor Star is still cleaning up. Although the Emperor Star is destroyed, other planets in the Emperor Galaxy are still there. So, while people on other planets were still panicking, the Field Marshal's fleet took the opportunity to take over the Emperor Forces, which were like headless flies at this moment, and soon reorganized and recovered the Emperor Stars, which had once fallen into chaos. The previous order.
Although the Emperor Star has been destroyed, the resources of other planets in the Emperor Galaxy are still beyond imagination under tens of thousands of years of operation. In order to rectify the order of the emperor's galaxy and to appease other planets, the forces of the emperor's galaxy were completely included in his Majesty, and all the subordinates under the marshal were too busy to turn around.
As commander-in-chief, Troll was the first to bear the brunt. For days, let alone returning to his room for a rest, he never even closed his eyes, staying steadily on the podium to deal with the ever-changing situation.
Even now, the Marshal is sitting on the conductor's seat, with an indifferent expression. There are dozens of small light curtains flashing around him, and he continuously transmits reports from all over the place in real time, and every emergency report, he is thinking a little Relevant instructions were given after a few seconds.
He sat there expressionlessly, his cold face could not see any tiredness, like a tireless robot.
Via standing underneath sighed in his heart. He just came to continue to work after a few hours of rest. The marshal's terrible body allows him to sleep without sleep for several days, and he can keep his mind clear and continue to deal with it. He can't do business. As the high-intensity brain operation like now, if rest is not guaranteed, it is easy to cause some errors of judgment due to fatigue.
Although no instructions have been made by Marshal Troll so far ...
Via looked up, and the Marshal's face was not tired, but he started to worry because he clearly saw that the Marshal's eyes were black and blue. Even if the marshal's physical fitness is inhuman and powerful, doing so is a loss of his body.
Previously, no matter how urgent the situation was, Master Marshal would not force himself to do so. And now ...
Via couldn't help shaking her head.
Really because of that ...
Thinking so, he couldn't help worrying.
But anyway, it has been several days. If you continue this way, I am afraid that the Marshal Lord ’s body will really collapse.
Someone came over. Via saw it, it was Robin. Robbin frowned at him, and Via was annoyed. Seeing that Robin was still a demon at this time, the fire was so fierce that he wanted to reprimand him.
But he hadn't had time to talk before he opened his mouth. When Robin glared at him, he subconsciously followed Robin's eyes, and what he was about to say was a stun.
The entire command hall was inherently quiet, with only rapid keyboard hits and hurried footsteps as they ran back and forth with the messengers. Marshal Troll sat there, the shadow of the forehead hair scattered over his eye sockets, as if his eyes were sinking deeply, and a bright light leaked out of the shadows, making people feel numb on his back at a glance Instinctively twitched.
He sat with his hands on the armrests that floated on both sides of the seat, his hands in snow-white gloves hanging down at the ends. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were probably dreadful because of the black and green entanglement.
Because of this suffocating sense of depression, the entire hall's soldiers were embarrassed during this period of time, but they just buried their heads and worked hard, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a sip, which made the hall terrible.
At this moment, however, the hall was quieter.
Quiet enough to hear the footsteps, because everyone stopped.
Quiet to breathe, because many people hold their breath subconsciously.
Quiet to the strange command hall, at this moment only one person's footsteps echoed quickly.
As soon as that person appeared, almost everyone's eyes focused on him, and the teenager walked up to the podium as if he had not seen the eyes of others.
Hearing footsteps approaching behind him, the marshal frowned by the shadow frowned, glanced aside with a cold look.
Just as he glanced, a hand stretched out from behind him and grabbed his wrist.
The man's cold blue eyes paused for a moment when he saw the hand. This pause let the extended hand grab his wrist on the armrest.
In this way, under the eyes of everyone, under the gaze of everyone holding their breath, Mute reached out and grabbed the left wrist of the Marshal Lord sitting on the command seat.
"Come with me."
The boy said such a sentence quickly and stubbornly, without waiting for the other party to answer, holding on to the other's hand and turning away on his own, the posture looked like he was trying to pull the other party off the seat tough and take it away. .
however--
Mute has just taken a step.
He didn't drag at all.
Because he pulled very hard, he turned quickly, and he turned and left with a strong force-the resulting reaction was even stronger.
Therefore, not only did he not drag the seated Marshal up and take him away, but because of the reaction force, he slammed backwards and fell back—
One hand stretched out, holding the teenager who was about to fall backwards.
Mute fell into the arms of which he was very familiar, and stood up to catch the lost marshal with one hand holding him, and the other hand holding his wrist did not move, leaving him to drag.
As soon as the boy stood firmly in the arms of the man, he heard a snoring laughter from the people around him, and his face was a little fretful. He didn't remember too much. He couldn't remember dragging Troll at all with his own strength. He took a breath and continued to drag Troll out.
Just this time, it was dragged. The marshal's eyebrows were still gloomy. Without saying a word, Mute was dragged away.
So everyone in the command hall watched their marshals so dragged away.
For a moment, the entire hall was silent, and everyone looked at each other, unable to say a word.
The corner of Via's mouth twitched a few times, and she turned her eyes back to the flashing light curtain in front of her.
"Concentrate on doing things!"
He shouted loudly, startled the group of soldiers who were still looking at each other, quickly pretended not to see anything, and looked down, nose, nose and heart to be busy.
Robin shrugged, and quickly slipped on his feet before Via began to teach.
………………
He randomly found an empty room in the corridor, and Mute dragged him in.
The automatic door closed, and Troll had just entered the door, standing against the wall, and the boy turning sharply had come together.
When Troll hadn't responded yet, Mute reached out and clenched Troll's head with both hands.
The boy stepped on his feet and held Troll's face tightly with his hands. His eyebrows were very frowned, and his eyes were staring at Troll's face. His gaze swept across the good-looking face that he held tightly, over and over, over and over again.
He just stared at Troll's face motionlessly for ten minutes, seeing that Troll couldn't help but frown slightly.
Just as the Marshal couldn't help but want to speak, Mute suddenly let go of his hands again, and his face came back back.
"Okay."
The young man's gaze was still on the Marshal's face, but at this moment he seemed to be sure, and said with a firm expression.
"I tried it, no problem."
"..."
Even the marshal, who has always been in doubt during the war, has no idea what Mute wants to do at this moment, and what Mute said.
The sword eyebrows were narrow, and the narrow and long phoenix eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc. Troll stared at Mute, and the shadow of his hair fell into his eyes. The dark blue and shadows under his eyes were together to make his eyes look like It seemed like he was sinking deeply, making his eyes more and more terrifying.
He firmly grasped the hand of the boy who had taken two steps back as if to leave him, and dragged it back to himself. His lips were very tight, making his already thin lips look like a blade at the moment.
The man lowered his head and stared narrowly at Mute in front of him. There was a gleam of cold light in his eyes. He looked at the boy's look as if he had suppressed his patience to the extreme and would tear it apart in the next second.
Soft fingertips stretched out and gently swept under Troll's eyes.
Mute, who had her wrists pulled back in front of Troll, did not make a struggling move, but just looked up at Troll, raised her hands, and her fingertips were dark blue under Troll's eyes. Wiped everywhere.
"You haven't slept for a few days?"
Mute asked suddenly.
Troll froze for a moment, and it seemed that he didn't respond at once, and even the cold eyes started to freeze. He and Mute stared at each other. The teenager looked at him with a clear look of worry, and his eyes couldn't help showing a little blankness.
Holding the wrists of his predecessors, Marshal pursed his lips, it seemed a little overwhelmed.
"It's your fault."
Mute looked up at him and said suddenly.
"It's all because of you ... I'm afraid to see you."
The boy stared at him with an expression that looked very angry.
"It's all because you aren't guarded or rebelled at all. I'm worried. If I do something again because of my out-of-control memory, and you don't resist at all, I will not hurt you. Category."
He held his head up, and the hand in which Troll had wrapped his wrists, along with the other hand, caught the collar of Troll's chest.
His dark eyes lightened slightly, and he stared at Troll's eyes without blinking.
"Major general," he said, "stop me the next time I lose control of my previous memory."
Mute's voice was low but firm.
"... I don't want to see myself hurting important people when I wake up."
Troll didn't answer, he just bowed his head slightly, staring into the eyes of the person in front of him.
He remembered the time when Mute's pupils reflected the deep hatred of his bones that oozed from his face.
He never wanted to see it again.
For several days, he refused to go back to rest on the grounds of busyness, but didn't want to see Mute, and he didn't want to see the look from Mute looking at him again-even just looking at others through him.
He can't stand it.
He thought that if he really saw the kind of disgusting look in Mute's eyes again, he couldn't promise what terrible things he would do.
So he forced himself to endure now--
[I'm worried if I see your face and I do something again because of my out-of-control memory, it will hurt you. 】
It turned out that they were all worried about the same thing, they were all just worried about hurting each other.
Troll let go of the hand he was clenching, and raised his hand to cover the juvenile soft cheek.
His fingers were cold, but the teenager's cheeks were warm.
"idiot."
He said that he could not hear any emotional sound.
It was unclear whether he was talking about the other party or himself.
"... You said so."
Think the stupid word is whispering to his mute.
"Anyway, you have to rest now."
"........."
The Marshal did not say a word, he was remembering if he had any special urgent or troublesome things to deal with before he was taken away by Mute, after all, if there were particularly important matters, he still had to be resolved.
But here he meditated and didn't answer, and immediately anxious Mute.
Fearful of getting a negative answer from Troll, the boy pursed his lips, a little hesitant, but quickly made up his mind.
He lifted his head again, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Troll from the bottom with bright eyes, and stretched his arms around Troll's neck. He tried hard to remember the coquettishness Robbin taught him not long ago. Focus, blinked slightly at Troll, trying to make his voice softer.
"Major, will you rest with me ~~?"
Mute, who spoke in a voice that was so soft that she couldn't hear anymore, didn't know that the so-called coquettish trick Robbin taught him was the best, another name, coquettish.
"Ok."
I just remembered and remembered if there was any important thing that needed to be dealt with, and the Marshal Lord who suddenly received the benefits unexpectedly did not hesitate.