In space.

In the outer space of Pvt.1, in the huge planetary fortress "Yulin Palace" battleship.

Lu Shu was standing by the porthole, looking at the huge planet behind him.

Private One is burning.

Countless warships came across the last direction of the imperial capital star circle.

Its fleet is like a forest, invading the empire.

In addition to the "Imperial Forest", behind them there are a large number of remnant battleships and spaceships, hundreds of imperial battleships, destroyers and planetary motherships, including a large number of gunboats in the capital star circle, just like panicking. The defeated army evacuated from Private One.

Such a large fleet group is a defensive force from various positions that has fought all the way back down. It is the last line of defense in Pvt. 1, and is by far the largest defensive fleet in the capital star circle.

But they can't last long.

The total of the four fleets currently attacking the empire is even more than twice that of the empire’s defense forces. Among them, only the Hutt fleet is weaker. The quality of the other three civilized fleets is comparable to that of the empire.

At this moment, because of the hasty retreat, the empire's fleet was almost hunted down all the way, and the next empire's warships burst directly into the starry sky, throwing their helmets and unarmed, almost defeating the army.

In fact, this was earlier than Marchis’s expectation to return to the empire. Although he was in Pvt. 1, he probably knew what the empire had become. He wanted to go back a long time ago, for fear that he would go back too late and miss the general trend. With the overall situation, but now looking at such a situation...The Thousand-Year Empire was beaten like this like a bereaved dog, and fled back to the last planet of the capital star circle without his helmet and armor. He was excited and unhappy anyway.

Zu Long stood by his side, staring at the scene, Shen Shen said: "The empire is dying. This will be new life, not death."

Marchis turned to look at him.

Zu Long is an extremely tall black male, one of the few large families with complexions in the empire. His name is Rowan Dreiser, and he has always been a taciturn person.

Everyone knows that the Dreiser family is the most loyal to the empire and one of the strangest big families in the empire. They don't care who is in power, whoever is the emperor, they are loyal to whom, they only care about the empire and the power of the emperor.

Fighting side by side with Rowan these days, Ma Qisi has become more and more convinced that such rumors are true.

During this period of time, the conquest and internal friction of the imperial power was almost at its peak. Even the marginal role of Marquis and people outside the capital star heard the wind, and many thoughts were born in their hearts, but Rowan and the Dreiser family It was as if not hearing any wind at all.

They are loyal to the imperial power and only fight for the empire.

This seems to be what the empire family should have.

Therefore, when standing in front of him, Marchis often has an indescribable feeling of self-effacement.

Facing Rowan's words at this time, he didn't know what to say, only silence.

The fleet of the empire is returning home.

Behind them, the four warlords of other civilizations did not let go of this opportunity. They no longer even attacked each other, but pushed forward in an all-round way towards the capital star of the empire.

The remaining civilizations, except for the Hutts, are extremely powerful civilizations, even if they really match the existence of high castes, they have their own main fleets, and they have the power to fight. They are all right. The empire is bound to win.

Take down the capital star, take down those control centers of the empire, and the entire empire will become their bag, which is an endless resource.

For this reason, it is worth a battle!

They have to grab the empire before the arrival of the eighth caste sub-prime life behind them.

If it were in the old days, they would not dare to fight with the Tandan people, but the "father" of the sub-primitive life has long been missing, and the Tandan people are also fighting the Condensing people. In this case, it is just It’s a special eighth caste, so why be afraid?

...

And in the outermost ring of the capital star circle.

The starry sky seemed to have cracked open, and three warships tens of thousands of meters large slowly sailed out of it.

The technical level of these three huge battleships is not too high, but...

In the depths of these three huge warships, there was a very cold and cold aura flowing, the shadow limit covered by layers of warships, and the shadows covered by the "iron ropes" and seals bound extremely terrifying existence.

Their breath is deeply confined in a small space, like a hidden weapon, no one can detect their existence, only staying at the critical moment when they are most needed to show the thunderous posture.

And at the forefront of the fleet, a figure surging with incomparable horror is leading the entire three huge battleships.

That was the eighth caste secondary life that had been on the Hutt III battlefield.

It is leading its vassal race to the battlefield.

Its "eyes" seem to penetrate the entire starry sky and reach the capital star on the bank of the distant galaxy.

There was a certain excitement in that gaze.

There is something that it must have.

The war between the Tandan people and the Condensing people has entered a white-hot stage, unable to be distracted, so they threw the news to it, and that is why it is here at this moment.

Tandan people promised Liu Chengming's reinforcements.

It is them.

This will be the absolute crush of high-level beings over low-level beings.

...

...

Just when the situation in space is changing rapidly and countless fleets converge on the capital star.

Empire capital star.

The palace area.

The thousand-meter-high tower of the gods has collapsed.

The wreckage is everywhere, and the battle under the God-level Tower is also approaching to stop. Except for the wailing wounded on the ground, the remaining people brought by Liu Chengming and King Qin's army also ceased fire.

Because the scenes that happened before their eyes at this moment were far beyond their imagination.

In the wreckage and flames everywhere, in the hot and twisted air, the blood-colored figure was gradually clearing.

Su Chen stepped out of the billowing smoke and dust.

The sign of the knight fell to the ground ten meters away from him.

Liu Chengming propped up his body a little bit, looked at Su Chen with **** eyes, gritted his teeth.

The sonic boom exploded out of thin air, and the air surging on the ground, his body appeared in front of Su Chen in an instant, and his steel-like fist fell with endless power!

then....

Pause in midair This punch was held in midair by Su Chen.

The Heavenly Omen Knight who was seriously injured had greatly reduced both his speed and strength.

Liu Chengming seemed to hear the sneer coming from under the cold **** visor opposite.

Then came the head of steel.

Liu Chengming's body was smashed out again.

The roar of the omen knight roared from the billowing smoke: "You attacked me...what's so powerful?!!! You coward! Do you dare to fight me fairly?!"

Su Chen moved forward slowly, unmoved by the excitement, he even sneered: "I just attacked you, I just want to rely on the strong to bully the weak, what can you do with me?!"