Ultra-dimensional Warfare

Brilliant red blood gurgled on the sky blue plastic film spread on the ground. This visually striking picture is nothing new to the people standing by.

"Is there another one?" The archbishop waved his hand, and asked the attendants on the side to clean up the girl lying in a pool of blood together with the film, and then quickly left under the gaze of the archbishop and the second bishop.

At the same time, a pretty figure was accompanied by a number of attendants, stepping up from the steps, and passing by the attendants who were carrying the film.

"How many is it already?" The archbishop said, looking at the hollow ring device in front of the high platform on which they were standing.

"It's already the tenth one when we start to use this one now. If this happens again, we will run out of our few organisms." The second bishop who was standing on the side took the topic and replied quickly.

"Is it the tenth? I didn't expect the singer who is known as the Milky Way to be so terrible. It only took half an hour to consume our living organisms. It is indeed the goddess we are looking forward to." The archbishop laughed at himself. Laughed a few times. Turning back, he looked at the second bishop with piercing eyes and said, "Where is our perfect body?"

"Still debugging. I'm afraid I won't need to play." The second bishop hesitated and said a little hesitantly.

The archbishop focused his eyes on the attendant who was laying the new sky blue film, and the pretty figure standing beside him silently thinking for a while, then his eyes firmly said: "Go on! Bring the perfect body!" "

"Yes! As you wish! Your archbishop!" said the second bishop, bending over his chest. Immediately, the second bishop raised his hand and waved several times, several shadows flashed out of the darkness of the corridor, bowed to the archbishop and the second bishop, and disappeared in the corridor again.

The film was laid once again, and the pretty figure stepped onto the film under the guidance of the attendant. As the lips opened and closed, a burst of singing followed. The ups and downs of the singing made the ring device in front of the high platform quickly appear a whirlpool of white and purple slowly rotating. When the archbishop saw this scene, he knew that the ruins were working again.

"What's the matter?" The archbishop withdrew his gaze from the ring device and asked.

"Yes! At present, the globular nebula has been occupied by a large part of us, and all the planets of life are also controlled by the messengers of the song. It is just that the Ragnar Star is still in a state of war, and the knight commander and the first bishop are still in a stalemate with He inexplicably. "The second bishop's voice was full of joking, as if it was a wonderful thing to see his opponent suffer.

"After all, facing the man, it is natural that the stalemate is not less than that. If it goes too smoothly, I will suspect that there is fraud in it." The archbishop said indifferently.

In accordance with the current plan, the methods previously arranged in the Hope Goddess Sect have begun to take effect. Since the Goddess of Hope entered this globular nebula, it has been operating for the purpose of establishing a base camp. The disease discovered by He Moming and Mark is actually a derivative of the hope that Goddess Cult has been studying how to influence people's thoughts through singing. After the birth of this derivative, the Goddess Church also went through a fierce battle. Finally, under the order of the archbishop himself, this derivative was put on the life planets of the Globular Nebula with the thought of being innocent. . As a result, it is used today.

As the archbishop contemplated the situation in front of him, a muffled sound rang again.

"Is it down again?" The archbishop frowned, and found that time seemed to be too fast. Looking up, in the stray hair, the archbishop saw the face covered with white dead skin. A trace of blood continuously flowed out from under the cracked skin and quickly gathered on the ground. A pool of blood.

"What's the matter?" The second bishop also wondered. The previous organism can persist for five or six minutes no matter how bad it is. How come this organism only persisted for less than four minutes before it collapsed.

"That's it! My friend!" Just when everyone was confused, an old voice sounded from the corridor.

Following the gaze of the archbishop and others, the silhouettes holding guns quickly ran out of the shadows in the corridor, quickly controlling the guards who were also in the dark.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Suddenly, the sound of the bullet being loaded continued. New and shiny muzzles were protruding from all directions, pointing at the archbishop and others on the high platform.

"Really? My old friend. King Windermere, no, the leader behind the rebels, Emiles Nerisi Windermere!" The archbishop raised his hands calmly and turned around at the sight of numerous gunpoints. , Looked at the dark corridor.

A slightly messy footstep sounded, and a figure sitting in a wheelchair holding a miniature device was pushed out by the attendant. With the brightening of the light, the archbishop and others also saw clearly the true face of the visitor.

"Oh, it's you! My old friend!" The archbishop smiled unsurprisingly, as if saying hello to an old friend.

The current king of the Kingdom of Windermere, Emiles Nerisi Windermere casually threw the miniature device in his hand aside, and slowly stood up with the handle of the wheelchair, and refused the help of the attendant. Under the protection of the guards who followed, he walked slowly onto the high platform.

"How many years have been! Ever since I took over the authority from my dying father, I have always wanted to come here and see with my own eyes." The old king said after he walked up to the high platform, stood behind the film, and looked around.

I saw that the old king's sight slowly shifted from the surrounding scenery to behind the figure lying in a pool of blood, and he let out a few suspicious laughter: "This is the wind singer my son said?"

"I'm afraid that's the case!" The attendant on the side lowered his head and said.

"My son is still too young!" The old king sighed, looked up at the archbishop, pointed to the figure on the ground and asked: "My friend. Don't you explain?"

The archbishop did not move the guns that were aimed at him, and said calmly: "Since you already know, why should I repeat it?"

"Haha! I just want you to confess!" The old king looked at the archbishop with a torch and gritted his teeth.

"Right? Star singer. Over there is your legendary star singer." Under the duress of Windermere guards, the archbishop said without hesitation.

"Haha! Is that true? Then I am betting right today! Come, bring her up to me." The old king smiled, his face full of satisfaction.

"She?" As soon as the old king said, the archbishop keenly captured the key information. Before the archbishop could figure out the key, the old king took the initiative to solve the archbishop's doubts.

"Haha. Your perfect body has fallen into our hands. From this moment on, the legend of our Windermere star will once again come. And you, you hope that the goddess will pay for the tragedy eleven years ago. Price, fatal price!!!" The old king said to the end, watching the archbishop gritted his teeth. Eleven years is too long for Windermere. During this period, the new generation of Windermere, under the deliberate concealment of the Goddess Cult, had no knowledge of the case that caused the death of nearly one-third of the Windermere Star.

If he had not taken over the authority from his dying father and learned of all the root causes, he would never hide his powers and build up a resistance army, nor would he inform He inexplicably at this appropriate time. , Taking advantage of the stalemate between the large forces of the Hope Goddess Church, took the opportunity to break into the Hope Goddess Church headquarters.

"Finally, I finally stood here in my limited time, standing where the ancestors of Windermere star stood, and also found the Star Singer who was fighting with the ancestors. For this, I am very grateful to you This hateful human!!" The old king laughed furiously.

The archbishop shook his head, obviously not wanting to chat with the old king. The old king didn't care when he saw the appearance of the archbishop. After raising his right hand and waving it, he walked down the high platform step by step with the help of the incoming attendant. The archbishop and others were also held hostage by the black muzzle, unwillingly follow behind.

As everyone walked down the high platform, several figures appeared in the corridor again. A group of beautiful Windermere maids walked out surrounded by a beautiful figure. I saw that figure had long purple hair and was wearing a white robe with a Windermere star style. There was a hint of agility in the ruby-like eyes, and a trace of sorrow flashed in the blink of an eye. Pass away.

"Welcome to you! Our star singer of Windermere! Across countless times, our Windermere star finally ushered in your return again!" The old king looked at the figure with a little excitement. The surrounding guards also raised their right hands at the same time, spreading their chests flat on their chests and saluting the Star Singer.

"You, think, what do you want me to do?" The purple-haired girl opened her mouth and said slightly jerky.

The old king winked at the maids, and said respectfully: "Singers of the stars please come to the high platform and sing the song of the stars again."

Without waiting for the purple-haired girl to answer, the maids were half intimidated, and half pushed and pulled the purple-haired girl onto the high platform. The moment they stepped on the high platform, the attendants who had just cleaned up the high platform passed the purple-haired girl with the heavy film. In an instant, the eyes of the purple-haired girl once again appeared sorrowful and extremely angry. But this time no one noticed at all, because all the maids stopped at the last step in front of the high platform.

"My friend! Do you know why your previous organisms always failed?" The old king looked at the beautiful purple-haired girl standing on the high platform and said with a slight smile.

There was still silence waiting for the old king.

"Haha." The old king didn't care, and after smiling, he said loudly: "Singer of the stars! In the name of the true king! Sing the sea of ​​stars!"