When Alzera's eight hundred and seventy-fifth birthday he did two things. He went to visit his wife's grave. After that, he joined the army.

Visiting the grave for his wife is not a big deal. After all, even if the atrium is long, death is inevitable. Moreover, for them, in the cycle of long life, death is only a necessary step. Everyone will eventually return to the mother tree and become an eternal part. The old Alzera feels that even he is very likely to be inspired by the saints at any time and leave this material world, not to mention that his wife is a little older than him in terms of age, but this time it is different.

Very different.

The demise of the kind old woman, Alzera's wife was not normal. The natural lifespan of the atrium man exceeded a thousand years, and even deaths would mostly wither slowly. This painless time would last for one to two years before the spiritual energy of the person involved was calmly exhausted. But Alzera knew very well that his beloved wife was not leaving calmly. It died of an abnormal gravity change in the space station, and an artificial meteorite attack. The result was that the old lady had no complete corpse. Even the spiritual energy did not return to the mother tree, but dissipated in the endless sea of ​​stars.

This is really bad. Alzera thought so. Will she feel lonely in the sky? The starry sky is so vast, can she find her way home? Her soul may still be wandering in the sea of ​​stars, waiting for the day when she picks her up. But this is just a beautiful fantasy. The dissipation of spiritual energy means the disappearance of the soul. She cannot wait until the day when he picks her up. The old man silently stares at the inscription on the tombstone: Loving wife and loving mother. This is the annotation of the other party's life, pale and powerless, and he knows that his wife, the respectable women who have accompanied him through the 692 years of the mother star rotation year, have completely died, and their souls have dissipated in the sea of ​​stars. Even if he returns to the mother tree after his death, there will be no more time to meet. This is an eternal separation.

And the reason for all is those void monsters.

That damn mother beast.

Alzera did not stay in the cemetery for too long. He knew that standing alone in front of the wooden tombstone was no different from a damn idiot. It should have something more important to do, which is much more worthy of energy than paying attention to the dead. His wife is dead, and what he sees is just a tomb in front of him. It is worth spending time here, and it is a huge waste for an old atrium who has little lifespan.

So on that afternoon, the old man opened the recruitment office of the 51st District of Flower Court Star. After dealing with the advice of his three sons and a daughter and angrily scolding the office staff as an elder, Alzera, a former Omega-level psychic, returned to him and left the army for 350 years. The next day, he returned to the universe. In another day, he had served in the Third Squadron of Flower Court Colonial Star, a military-level lieutenant colonel, and deputy leader of the first special operation group.

He returned to the army that once vowed never to go back. He broke his promise. It was not that he was unfaithful, because Alzera, who was once young and energetic, was dead. Now he was just an old man who avenged his deceased wife. Everything was that simple, that's all.

The joining of a former Omega psychic is worthy of excitement for any fleet. Although their abilities are insignificant in the universe, with the assistance of special facilities of warships, they can easily release thunderstorms that smash the meteorite group and detect enemy situations thousands of miles away. They can even use psychic energy to scan the planet directly in the universe to know whether there is life on it. Although the name of the Special Operations Group sounds strange, it is easy to understand if it is changed to a name: the pilot of the space fighter.

The biological warships of the Atrium people are so huge and their weapons are so rare, so when facing some special circumstances, they will be helpless against some creatures and things close to the battleship. This is the time for the special operation team to take action. These psychics with superb abilities will drive specially designed space fighters and use psychic beams to protect the safety of the warship. If the driver is an Omega-class psychic, he can even threaten the enemy's warship-class targets with one aircraft. Alzera is exactly that kind of person. His power can easily penetrate the warship armor with the amplitude of the fighter jet. Although using this level of psychic energy at his age will damage his lifespan, since the driver himself doesn't care, who else cares?

The old man didn't care, he just wanted revenge, even if the price was life.

"The Third Squadron issued an emergency notice, a warning, and the Third Squadron issued an emergency notice."

Hearing the harsh alarm sound from his ears, Alzera opened his silver-blue eyes, and the burning substantial spiritual energy flowed in his pupils. The old man is now wearing a full white cosmic combat suit and staying in the locker room of the special operation team. Although his body is old, his ears are still easy to use, and he can hear the content of the alarm.

"A large number of psychic reactions have been detected from the direction of the Tigmen star domain. It is completely confirmed that there are super-mass targets in Qucheok Space. Qucheok Space is the first sequence target, the super life form codenamed Void Beast, and all members have a first-level combat readiness!"

"Friends, we must fight with all our might! Behind us is the Garden of Flowers, the last colonial star of our Atrium people. We have no way to retreat. If we fall, the enemy can directly attack the mother star!"

Alzera listened to the passionate speech on the radio in silence. His heart was in a state of no waves, but this did not mean that the old man did not want to go into battle to kill the enemy. On the contrary, he thought, more than everyone else. But what the psychic needs most is the peace of mind. Only when the calmness of the mind can the endless power be guided from the light in his heart. As a former Omega-level psychic who cannot exert all his strength just because of his old age, Alzera knew that the more he wanted to kill those void monsters, the more he needed to be calm, as calm as death, to bring death to the enemy.

"Here you come."

Alzera heard neat footsteps, which were the footsteps of other members of the special operation team coming to the locker room to change their combat uniforms. He stood up from the chair in the locker room and took a deep breath. The old man could feel the spiritual energy of the warship. The blazing spirit energy like a fire was suppressed by countless souls, calm and without any fluctuation, just like the fire burning in the abyss, and there was no flash of light. Most of the Third Squadron was composed of colonists and exiled fleets in the remnants of the Root Court. Their hometown was swallowed by the mother beast, and the family turned into fluid organic resources and was sucked by monsters. The spiritual energy became the nutrients of the beast group, and the entire planet turned into ashes in the blazing flames. The saints witnessed that this was a group of Avengers, and now they picked up weapons.

so……

"The time for revenge is up, boys."

The old man stood up stared at a group of atrium people who opened the door of the locker room. They had various strange tattoos on their skin exposed outside their military uniforms. The "Avengers" "Farewell to the mother for the sake of the child". Such words, although they were just a few words, made people silent. The survivors of these Root Court Stars lost everything and were only life left.

The silver-blue eyes containing psychic energy looked at each other in a staggered manner. They nodded silently to each other. The leading middle-aged atrium leader, another Omega-level psychic, said in a dry and low voice: "It's going to start."

It's indeed started.

The Atrium Star Colony, the Flower Party Star in the Long Light Star Domain, three fleets slowly sailed out of the seven large space stations. The first fleet was well-equipped, both external armor and looming psychic shields were perfect. The second fleet seemed a bit old. It should be the main warships of the previous generation that had been sealed, while the third fleet was mostly broken. Even if it had been repaired, they could still see their former scars. The total number of the three fleets has exceeded 2,000. This is the last fleet that the atrium people abandoned the economic system and all military industry was the top priority. They are the galaxy power second only to the central fleet of the home star. Among them, there are young people who joined the army to protect their hometown, elite soldiers who have served for more than two hundred years, and even retired veterans who gave up a stable life and returned to the army without hesitation for revenge.

But now, no matter who they are, what kind of past and hatred they have, now, with the silent shock of the psychic engine in the universe, allowing the silver-blue ripples to echo in the black background and the white starlight, all the atrium soldiers had only the last thought left.

Battle.

Then, die here.

Buzz

A few hours later, countless dense ripples suddenly appeared at the edge of the high-beam galaxy. These ripples were like rain falling on the lake. Countless concentric circles, large or small, floated on the surface of space almost at the same time. The thunder of the spiritual stars crisscrossed in these vortexes. The "storm" produced by energy even blew away the thin nebula material at the edge of the galaxy, just like a most violent giant brushing the earth with his own hands and cleaning up all the existence above it.

"The enemy's vanguard has arrived in the far-beam star field!"

The atrium fleet, which had long known the direction of the enemy's invasion, had already been waiting here. The urgent battlefield alarm was repeated in the spiritual network of all warships, and all captains and soldiers also confirmed this. Through the optical lens, they clearly saw the scene from the edge of the galaxy that they did not want to be: countless strange shapes, not hideous, but gave people a kind of instinctive fear of the void monsters swarming out of space like ants. Their sizes are different, the large ones are several kilometers long, comparable to warships, and the small ones are only a few meters in size, and more than ten times smaller than cosmic fighter jets.

The three types of void monsters, called "detection level", "main level" and "giant type", have begun to end their transition and jump out of the subspace.

Without exception, these terrifying monsters released the light of spiritual energy, which was the power they seized from the Frbis and the dead of the Atrium. As soon as they appeared in the universe, they began to spontaneously spread around, just like viruses, and could see the dark green energy fluctuations spreading, faintly confronting the silver-blue light of the Atrium.

"Don't let them leave the battlefield! Even if one is left, it may cause huge losses in the rear!"

Sitting on the seat of his exclusive fighter jet, Alzera carried an auxiliary breathing cover. He heard the command from his captain. With the issuance of this command, the old man sensed that the warship he was in was starting with full force. He could sense that the psychic engine was running at full capacity. He could sense that the endless energy was gathering, gathering into a huge spear of light.

The next moment, the light spear was launched.

He also received the order: the special operation team immediately dispatched to clean up possible monster residues. The old man couldn't help laughing, and the pipes with the auxiliary breathing cover trembled.

The final war, at least for him, for this Avenger who had no intention of living at all.

here we go.

In just a moment, thousands of rays of light gathered into spears and shot towards the distant monster cluster. The long space distance made it take several seconds to reach the light, but these were volleys predicted based on each leap track, so there is no doubt that the void monsters that had just signed out of the spiritual energy vacuum actually took a blow, and the result was indeed devastating. The temperature of the spiritual energy light spear in the atrium humans exceeded one million degrees and could qig all the substances in the mortal world. After penetrating through the target, the subsequent explosion of the spiritual energy light spear will bring another wave of million-degree fragment impact. Each spiritual light spot can easily kill any life and burn them into a torch in the universe.

The void monsters could not resist this power. These evil gods who looked like viruses, the first wave of plague that was leaping was hit by continuous light spears without exception. The high temperature ignited their bodies and turned them into dust between the stars. These monsters had just escaped from the leap and had not yet released their power. They could only leave a bunch of ashes under the violent attacks of the atrium people. Now the edge of the high-light star field has completely become an ocean of energy stimulation, and it has even affected the leap. Many void monsters have not even escaped, but have been lost in the virtual realm because of the time and space changes caused by huge energy.

Even if there are arrested people, they will be hunted by clusters of cosmic fighters on the periphery like bees. These fighters, which are generally driven by advanced psychics, have certain short-range transition capabilities. They are extremely flexible and can easily hunt void monsters below the level of 1,000 meters. Many monsters curled their tentacles and arthropods in the universe in pain, let out silent roars, and then died under the volley of thousands of beam cannons.

There is no doubt that the first wave of war among the Atrium people was outstanding. In just a few minutes, they killed tens of thousands of giant void monsters, and countless small ones turned into gray under the aftermath of the light spear. But for hundreds of years, the commander-in-chief of the three fleets did not look excited. On the contrary, their faces changed almost at the same time: they miscalculated!

It is not a strategic miscalculation. The void monsters have no wisdom. Even the mother beasts do not have the will to control all monsters like in the story. They are actually a bunch of physical plagues that relies on instinct to proliferate and reproduce. They are huge chaos viruses. The miscalculation of the atrium people is the number.
Chapter completed!