Chapter 171:

When the entire universe was already caught in the flames of war, the Ferner Galaxy, as the base of Marshal Troll, was extremely calm, and the flames of war did not spread to the galaxy at all. Had the Fleet not returned frequently or returned home after the war, the residents of the Fona system would have almost no sense of being in war.
Ferner, the center of the galaxy, is even more peaceful. The inhabitants of the planet have no sense of urgency in war and live freely. Naturally, they were grateful to Marshal Troll who had given them a peaceful life. They were very grateful that His Majesty the Emperor gave the Fener system to the Marshal Lord at the beginning, making this galaxy the original territory of the Marshal Lord.
As long as the Marshal Lord, who is like a of war in mythology, exists, as long as the planet is still under the protection of this Lord, they can live without any care.
For a long time, the security forces around Ferner were not very strong. Most of the security forces were actually located in external galaxies. According to Robin's taunting tone, if the enemy can hit Ferner, then their power will soon be extinct. At that time, even if there was a fleet resistance near Ferner, it was just dying and it was better to die early and survive.
Therefore, the residents of Fernandez are also used to the unguarded appearance of this planet, and they are vaguely proud when they talk about it to other planets.
A ruler who dares to be so brave and does not set up guard forces around his own star, only Marshal Troll is in the entire universe.
However, what happened recently was that the residents of Ferner started to wonder. They found that a small warship fleet suddenly appeared near Ferner, cruising around the planet all day. And the entire planet was suddenly shrouded in a huge protective cover. From the universe, this fiery red planet seemed to be enveloped by a thin layer of aperture.
Surprisingly, after being searched by merchant ships entering and leaving the planet, this protective cover does not seem to have any attack capabilities, nor can it stop the artillery attacks of warships. No matter what kind of ships can pass through at random, it seems nothing effect.
Probably a beautiful planet?
Someone guessed this way, and then they were vowed to death.
But this aura is really useless, at least the vast majority of people pass through the aura without feeling it.
However, there are very few people, those who are extremely strong mentally, will feel a little uncomfortable when passing through the aura.
On the side of the planet, the vast villa quietly stands on the green grass. An invisible spherical transparent light envelope hangs over the entire villa, and loomingly sees hundreds of filaments that seem to be condensed from light hanging down from the invisible light curtain and converge towards the place where the villa is located.
In the living room, the teenager's small body was nestled in a soft sofa, and a virtual square transparent screen appeared in front of his eyes.
He raised his finger and swiped lightly on the light curtain. In the dedicated optical network community, the residents of the planet were uploading the images they recorded and discussing what it was, yes. It's not that Marshal is experimenting with something new or secret.
The light curtain in front of the face glowed a slight blue light, and the dark pupil reflected the image on it, and the flaming planet was covered with a thin aperture, which looked beautiful.
Mutter's mouth twitched, as if laughing.
His hand dangled, and a light blue transparent halo slowly turned on his wrist. The dozens of light filaments penetrated the roof or the wall fell from the sky and converged on the halo.
"The battle is too big."
The boy quietly nested in the sofa for a while and suddenly said.
He wasn't talking to himself, because he was not alone in this living room.
The man shrugged casually when he heard him.
"You can't be too big."
The red-haired elementary responded. During this time he did not follow Troll to the battlefield, but stayed here.
He had nothing to complain about, after all, he was Mute's guard in name, and in fact he had to look at the little guy who was in trouble.
He glanced at Mute, and said, "If you are gone, let alone the planet, BoSS can turn the universe all over."
He snorted. "Compared to that, this battle is a fart."
He said, patted his ass, stood up, raised his hand and stretched his waist. During this time, I can only stay here to help BoSS stare at this little guy. His body is almost rusty. It seems that he will go to the fitness room to exercise and maintain his physical condition.
"Let's go, it's time for lunch."
"……Go ahead."
"What?" Robin raised an eyebrow. "Do you want a hunger strike to protest? You don't feel ashamed of using such inferior dog blood?"
Mute smiled.
"Do you think I'm so unproductive?" He said, raising his hand, and he could see that he raised his hand a little hard, "You should know, there is nothing to consume, so there is no appetite."
His strength has been sucked away, the body has little strength, looks extremely ill, and even takes a few more steps, he can only stay quietly in one place. And if you stay still, your body energy is almost not consumed, naturally you don't need to add too much energy, and you won't feel hungry.
After he answered, he continued to lie on the sofa. The whole man looked sick and very tired.
Robbin glanced at him, no snoring, no more sneer, but sat down again.
"You talk about, what do you want to think about? Do you have to do this?"
He frowned, saying that there was an irrepressible agitation in his words.
"You don't like BoSS, why do you have to toss so much, isn't it good to continue sticking with BoSS like before?" He spoke quickly, "I don't understand, you see now, all that should be solved Then, the emperor is dead, the royal family is destroyed, and there are many miscellaneous small characters. I did n’t say what the first emperor did, but BoSS was innocent, and he did n’t want any genes Ah, even if you have a bad temper, you shouldn't get into BoSS. "
"You see how good you are, it's not worth your trouble to be an outsider."
What the man who has always been carelessly said at this moment can be said to be bitter.
The so-called intimate mother-in-law is nothing more than this.
This Chase's words originally said that the teenager who was quietly lying on the sofa who didn't want to talk and didn't want to move all looked up at Robin in surprise, probably stunned by Robin's abnormality. After a while, he reacted. .
"... Sudden me, I almost thought someone was posing as you, and I could say such a thing."
"What are you doing with me now? Hurry and solve your own problems first!"
Robbin answered angrily.
"You're like this now, you're in dire straits, and you have to find something for yourself. What should you say? That is, what the hell, fucking--"
Scolded by Robin, Mute was not angry.
"You can make it simple." He said, "I must return to Earth, Robin."
"Back back! Back whenever you want! Who the won't let you back!"
The man continued to swear.
"It's not that simple." The teenager sighed. "Robin, you respect and respect your father so much. If one day, you are seriously ill in the ward, drowsy and not awake waiting for your returning father, and your lover here ... let you choose, will you go back to your father? "
Robin was instantly irritable.
"Choose a fart! I can't go back with my wife!"
"Okay." Mute smiled. "But ... if it's your wife who killed your father, can you take her back?"
"I understand what you mean."
Robin frowned at Mute and stood up. His face was not very good, and his voice cooled down.
"This is an exaggeration of yours. The previous generation is a thing of the previous generation. It has been tens of thousands of years since today. You have to plant what the previous generation did to our generation. The ruin of our father's debts has caused us to bear the troubles of tens of thousands of years ago, which would be excessive. "
"... excessive?"
The boy laughed again, and laughed.
"Who is too much?" He said, his smile faded, and his eyes looked at Robin lightly. "At that time, humans were like parasites. They developed so quickly and so powerfully because they absorbed the earth. They ran out of the earth, they got the power to go to the universe, and the beginning of the era of the universe, and now they are 20,000 years later. "
"Robin, while inheriting the benefits passed on to you by the previous generation, you also said that their sins should not be borne by you ... as long as you want, you do n’t want to pretend to be invisible, so good, is not it?"
He nestled on the sofa, squinting softly, and there was a hint of taunt in his eyes.
He asked again: "Who is too much?"
"........."
Robin opened his mouth, but couldn't make any noise.
He could not refute.
For simple reasons.
One person kills another, takes away all the property of that person, and enables himself and his ignorant child to lead a rich and high-quality life.
Then, after a few years, can this grown-up child be able to stand right in front of the dead man's grave and say, "I did nothing, the person who killed you is my father, it has nothing to do with me, I am innocent Yes, I did nothing wrong.
"I'm going back ... but I won't let you go back to Earth."
The tired teenager leaned on the sofa arm, closed his eyes and said lightly.
"Human ... not one."
Who the is rare!
The fiery red-haired elementary soldier opened his mouth and wanted to growl.
But when it came to his throat, he froze for a long while and still didn't yell.
He looked at Mute with a tired face, only to feel panicked, and after a while, he sat down suddenly again. He sat there in a daze, looking at the void in front of him. This moment was long before his mind appeared. When he first saw the blue planet, he seemed to be pouring out of the soul. move.
At that glance, his soul seemed to melt in the blue ocean.
...
But the blue planet was gone, and he would never be able to return to the planet that had his nightmare.
It doesn't want him anymore.
It doesn't want them anymore.
He sat idly, wondering why he was suddenly uncomfortable.
[You ca n’t just say you do n’t know what you want, those you do n’t want, you are innocent. 】
Now that humans in the universe have inherited the legacy of the previous generation, then the sins of the previous generation must also be shouldered.
This is taken for granted, isn't it.
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Robin did not speak, and Mute naturally did not continue. He nestled lazily on the sofa, squinting out the window, and traces of clouds passing over the endless sky.
He could see the countless traces of light that stretched from his body to the sky, and he looked at the thin transparent threads with a faint look.
"Robin, a long time ago, there was a creature on the earth called [Spider]."
The teenager spoke the name of the creature that did not exist in the Empire language in the language of the Earth Alliance.
"That creature can spit out silk threads, transparent, hard to see, and hung in the corner ... and then, the little bugs will fly into the net and accidentally smash into the net ... once the net is entangled, Can't struggle anymore ... [Spiders] will crawl along the silk thread they spit out. When they bite the prey, they will inject the toxin in the fangs into the prey's body, paralyzing it, and can't struggle ... Then, a bite Eat the prey in one bite ... "
When he said that, he stopped and raised his hands.
In the bright sunlight, the light blue transparent halo on his hands and wrists slowly turned, and countless filaments refracted the bright light under the light and extended towards the sky.
The boy smiled, and said, "Look, I look like it now."
He just raised his hand and dropped it. He didn't have the strength to raise his hand for too long.
Then, Mute got off the sofa. His feet were bare with his calves. He was very white because there was no blood, and the blue halo set on the ankle was faint and translucent. A shocking paleness.
Even when he stood up, he had to rely on his hands to support the arm of the sofa, and just got up and acted, as if exhausting all his strength. He grabbed the armrest with both hands to support his body, lowered his head, and had shortness of breath.
Then he let go and walked forward. Just two steps later, his weak body flickered slightly, as if to fall.
Almost instinctively, Robin, who had been staring at Mute, took two steps and strode across, reaching out to hold Mute.
"... Let it go."
The short two words, with an indescribable tiredness, have obvious obstinacy.
The boy who was held by him didn't look back. He couldn't see the boy's face or the expression on Mute's face when he said these two words.
He could only see the back of the boy's neck. The skin was abnormally white with a lack of blood. The light black soft hair was scattered on the skin around the neck, and the pale blue blood vessels under the thin skin were almost visible Mark of.
That seemed inexplicable.
Robin was silent for a moment and let go of his hand.
Mute didn't move immediately, he stood in place for a while, as if resting, and then he walked forward a little.
Robin stood behind and looked at the teenager.
He saw the thin silk thread wrapped around the boy's body, slowly spreading out, like a trace of a huge cobweb.
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Three days later, Marshal Troll, who had once again ended a war, returned to Fernand. When Marshal returned, Mute was just resting, and after Robin received the news, he stood at the door, waiting for His Excellency the Marshal to enter.
The marshal at the door glanced at him, said nothing, and walked straight ahead, passing in front of Robin. The white cloak behind him flew up at the marshal's pace, and then fell softly behind the marshal. The golden ornaments tied to the cape's shoulders collided with each other, making a tiny and pleasing collision sound.
Troll didn't talk to Robin, and didn't ask Mute's condition, but walked straight into the reception room on the side, as if something happened.
Robbin quickly followed and entered the reception room.
"BoSS, I want to talk to you."
He says.
After he entered, the door of the reception room closed automatically. Troll, who seemed to be waiting for a message here, glanced at him and frowned slightly, seemingly unhappy.
"Go out."
Said the Marshal coldly.
The red-haired man who was accustomed to be scolded by the Marshal's Lord left behind deadly, pretending not to hear Troll's order, and went on talking.
"That's it, BoSS, I think something about that little guy ..."
Before Robin's words were finished, he suddenly saw a bright light in the room and a light curtain appeared in the air. He stopped talking subconsciously, looked up, and saw a figure appear in the light curtain.
It was a man he had never seen before. He was tall and possessed an inconceivable evil spirit, apparently a man who had been on the battlefield for a long time. It was just that the man's face was blocked by a silver-white mask, making people invisible to the man.
Robin was looking at the stranger, and the stranger glanced at him before he looked at Marshal Troll.
"Can you say that?"
Robbin heard that the stranger seemed to be asking questions to BoSS, and he responded that the mask man was asking BoSS to have him in the presence of someone inconvenient to speak.
Since it is confidential ...
Robin intentionally turned to leave, but just as he moved, Marshal Troll spoke.
"Say."
The Marshal said faintly.
When the Marshal said this, obviously it was not something he needed to avoid, and Robin would not move. He planned to wait for BoSS to finish talking with the mask man before continuing his topic.
After all, he really couldn't wait and wanted to make it clear to BoSS as soon as possible.
The light curtain flickered, and the half-length image of the masked man narrowed to the corner of the screen, and a planet appeared on the screen. It was a green planet, it was shrouded in a star fog formed naturally in the universe.
"According to the signal, I found it here," said the masked man. "After preliminary exploration, there are a lot of Jia mental waves on this planet, and there are also traces of life."
Robbin was still a little confused. When he heard the sudden and sudden reaction here, he immediately wanted to understand the meaning of the mask man saying these words.
As soon as he understood it, he hesitated for a moment, and turned to look at the Marshal subconsciously.
"BoSS, you are ..."
Robin looked at the Marshal, and he felt his throat dry.
Through the image on the light curtain, he vaguely saw the countless battleships surrounded by the misty star fog. The presence of those warships made Robin's chest tighten even more and his breathing was quicker.
"Don't do that, BoSS."
He couldn't help but speak out and stepped forward.
"This way ..." After a long while, he could only type out two words, "Not good."
The young marshal did not answer. He stood there quietly, and the light blue light curtain fluoresced on the handsome side cheek, dimly. Light and shadow staggered on his side cheeks, his narrow eyes stared at the light curtain, his eyes seemed to be frozen moonlight above the snow-capped mountains.
He was just standing there, a little bit of breath leaking was frightening.
"BoSS, it's a little overkill."
Robbin anxiously took another step forward and said hurriedly.
"You do that, the little guy will--"
Troll, who had been letting Robin speak without a word, suddenly looked up at Robin.
A faint glance made Robin's half of the words stop abruptly, pinching his throat.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't breathe.
He could not describe the glance at the marshal, but his clenched fingertips shook uncontrollably twice in that instant.
Useless.
It's useless to say anything now.
In the glance Marshal looked at, Robin suddenly understood this.
No one can stop the current Marshal.
Thinking of this, Robin felt almost choked.
"Go do it."
Said the Marshal.
"Yes."
The masked man answered above the light curtain.
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I don't know how long it took, the room dimmed, the Marshal had left, and only Robin was left alone.
Robin stood in the middle of the reception room. In the quiet room, he could only hear his own breathing. He looked at the void in front of him, but his gaze was complex and a little stunned.
... he almost forgot to ... maybe it was because Troll had been too gentle looking at the child ... so he'd almost forgotten in such a long time.
He forgot.
What a frightful existence the young major had before meeting the child, long, long ago.
He forgot.
For all this time, for this man without heart and emotion, the so-called thousands of lives have never been more than data.
The red-haired man stood quietly, with deep shadows covering his face.
He suddenly remembered the night of that day, under the faint starlight, the silk thread hanging down over the boy's body, and the huge net unfolding in the night.
He suddenly remembered yesterday that Mute was sitting on the sofa and smiling at him, and the silk thread wrapped around his limbs spread out a staggered net behind him.
[Look, am I a lot like now? 】
With a loud bang, Robin punched the wall with a punch.
He gritted his teeth so tightly that the corners of his lips were almost cramping.
He doesn't understand.
He really doesn't understand.
Why on earth, things will come to where they are now-
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Above the dark night sky, the stars shone, falling from the sky on the ground, giving the ground a light sheen. The boy stood in front of the closed floor-to-ceiling window and pressed his hands on the cold glass. The vast starry sky was just in front of him, and seemed to be within reach.
But something was standing in front of him that prevented him from reaching out. He was like a small flying insect trapped in a glass jar. He could see everything clearly, but he couldn't see anything.
Mute looked at his hand, and the two light blue transparent haloes were slowly turning around his wrist, and the thin silk thread pulled out and extended towards the sky.
The stars fell, and the faint light of countless fine lines in the night sky was faintly visible.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had been quiet for a while, but he didn't do nothing. He had been working hard to accumulate the power of the body and reduce its flow.
Perhaps it was because he got used to it a little, and his control of Jia's power recovered a little. He carefully accumulated those weak powers and hid them deep in his body.
... as long as these auras can be broken ...
The boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The next second, he opened his eyes sharply, and his dark pupil suddenly lit a blue light.
The halo on his wrists and ankles trembled violently at this moment, as if clamped by invisible power, as if to crack in the next second--
A light flashed above the night sky, the invisible light mask flickered in the darkness, and the streamer passed, and in an instant, the streamer turned into countless paths, and quickly flowed down the countless thin filaments— —
As if being hit by countless electric currents, the boy uttered a painful groan, and the blue light in his pupil suddenly disappeared, and his knees softened and fell heavily on the ground.
If it weren't for his hands still resting on the glass, I'm afraid the whole person has fallen forward to the ground.
He pressed his hands on the glass, kneeled on the ground, lowered his head, panting heavily, his face was terribly pale, and his dark forehead had been soaked with cold sweat all over his cheek.
His chest was violently undulating, and there was still a numbness in his body that almost made his brain stand still when it was penetrated by thousands of small currents.
That feeling was not pain, not physical pain, but a kind of mental shock. He couldn't say that weird feeling, but at that moment, he couldn't think of anything, it was like an instant Losing selfishness.
The feeling of losing self is terrible.
He knelt down in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, still breathing shortly, calming his violent beating heart.
A hand slowly stretched from the back, over his shoulder, and pressed against his hand resting on the glass. It was a pair of white-skinned hands with clear bones and slender fingers, reflecting the starlight, just like a jade carving artwork.
But it was these good-looking hands that made Mute's heart, which had finally eased, beat hard.
A familiar breath came from behind him, a warm chest pressed against him, and the corner of his eye saw another fair hand pressed against his kneeling knee.
Mute heard the familiar deep voice coming from very close to his ear, and his ear could almost feel the heat of the breath exhaled by that person.
"I said, be sick, just be good."
The man behind said this, half-kneeed on the ground on one knee, his arms spread out and his posture as if he had imprisoned himself between the tall body behind him and the glass window, leaving him nowhere to escape.
The boy knelt on the ground, breathing quickly, his hands pressed against the glass window clenched a little.
He bit his lower lip hard, revealing a determined look, turning his head and looking at the people behind him.
"Major general." Gaze into the dark blue eyes, raised a hand in front of Troll, Mute said, the hand clenched into a fist, "Do you really think that with this kind of thing Off for my whole life? "
This man should know that, with his personality, this kind of thing can lock him for a while, but as long as he wants to leave, he can't lock him for a lifetime.
One hand was pressed on the glass window, and the Field Marshal who was behind the boy raised his hand that was pressed to the ground, and held Mute's hand in front of him.
He lowered his head slightly, his lips resting on the fist held by him, and the light blue light from the transparent halo slowly turning on the wrist of the hand illuminated the man's handsome and cold cheek.
"I know I can't."
The Marshal replied, his voice was faint, and he could not hear the slightest emotion.
But he kissed the boy's fist, but on the contrary he had an indescribable tenderness.
He looked up, his eyes narrowed and looked at Mute.
"Gah's mental fluctuations are too strong, so the signal meter cannot send out signals."
"But you shouldn't let them take Caesar with them."
As soon as Troll's words came to an end, a light curtain emerged from their side. In the light curtain, shrouded in the white mist, a green star could be seen looming. Also, the countless warships surrounding the star fog were floating in the white mist.
Mute's pupil narrowed sharply.
He looked at Troll, eyes wide, with an incredible look. His face was so pale at this moment, an indescribable chill almost penetrated into his bone marrow at this moment, making him cold all over.
Troll faced him, his dark blue eyes, like the endless black holes in the universe, revealing the scary spirit. Deep in the bottom of the eyes was a trembling, dangerous breath.
"You can't remember what I said."
Mute's hand was released, and while Troll spoke, he gently squeezed the chin in his arms with his fingers.
His movements were not heavy, and the fingers holding Mute's chin were light.
His words seemed to rebuke, but with a breath of indescribability.
"I said it."
The Marshal said, Narrow and phoenix eyes stared at Mute's eyes.
"If you are absent, the so-called Gha has no meaning."
How gentle he looked at Mute, how cruel he was.
"It is not difficult to destroy a planet."