Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Admiral Elan Snow issued an order to bombard the B6 sector, and invited a number of star network media to broadcast live.

As soon as the news came out, the Federation was in an uproar, which directly touched the sensitive nerves of many people, and the public opinion was overwhelming.

[Fuck, is Ellan Snow the executioner? There are so many ordinary people in the B6 star area. He said he would bombard him?What about the federal royal family, doesn't it matter? ]

[He is the only general in the Federation, who can stop him except His Majesty Rosh?I heard that Lieutenant General Wright has also gone to the B6 sector, I hope I can stop him one or two, hey. ]

[Madman, he bombarded the B6 sector today, and tomorrow he can bombard our place, why the fuck doesn't this bastard die! ]

[No one cares, my dad is still in the B6 sector, but now I can't contact him, it's too broken...]

[The signal in the B6 star area has been blocked, they can't connect to the star network, don't you know the news that this place will be bombarded soon? ]

The insults and fear spread faster than the virus.

The major central star districts of the Federation are lined with tall buildings and bustling business districts, and various interstitial advertisements are played on the high-definition projection screens.

When public opinion fermented to its highest point, countless projection screens went dark at the same time, and when they lit up again, the projected images had turned into a pitch-black sky——

It is the night sky of the B6 star region.

At this time, nearly a thousand warships and a large command ship were parked densely above, and the atmosphere of killing was pervasive.

The warship had red warning lights on, and at a glance, it looked like the eyes of ferocious beasts silent in the darkness.

Countless people on the road who were browsing the star network with their heads down stopped one after another and looked up at the huge projection screen.

The projection screen flashed again, and a silver-haired figure in military uniform suddenly appeared on it, and black military boots wrapped up to the calf stepped on the display board of the command ship.

He wore a silver metal mask, revealing only a superior pale jawline and violet eyes with a nonchalant smile.

Its owner, the Oranyate Federation Empire, is unknown to everyone——

Belonging to Admiral Ellansnow.

Elan Snow politely took off his leather gloves and greeted the camera.

"Good evening everyone, this is the B6 star sector."

The optical computer on his wrist was turned on, in non-private mode, and those who watched the live broadcast could clearly see that the interface of the optical computer was the message area where they crazily abused.

In the message area, there was a post with the highest hit rate, and the most scolding in it.

"...Aigou people will have a terrible death." Elan Snow clicked in, lowered his head and swipe a few times, and read a few messages along with the ID.

"The scourge of the Commonwealth will soon rise to heaven."

The world was silent, the warship was chilling and heavy, only the voice of him lightly reading the message.

A trace of coolness came to my heart.

The speed of posting comments on posts slowed down visibly to the naked eye, getting slower and slower...Finally stagnated, and the latest comments could no longer be scrolled out.

I don't know how many people's fingers froze in front of their optical brain screens, silently listening to Elan Snow's slow voice, and then gradually deleted the words they had typed, and then deleted their own messages before returning.

If there is the first person to delete, there will be the second and the third.

Comments are starting to dwindle.

"Ok?"

Elan Snow had just liked a certain comment, but the page suddenly went blank, and a scarlet and bold message popped up saying 'This post has been deleted by the owner'.

He sighed regretfully, put away his optical brain, and raised his eyes to look at the live broadcast camera.

The friendly interaction with the people is over, and the business begins.

"The military has received news that the B6 sector is the den of many new anti-federal forces. Simply put, this place has become a nest of rats. No matter how we capture and kill them, there will still be so few sporadic ones left. One or two."

The federal military, and the anti-federal organizations that have emerged in recent years, have reached the point where they are in dire straits.Adhering to the practice of preferring wrong killings and never letting them go, there are countless anti-federal organizations strangled by the Federation.

"The reason why there is this live broadcast today is to give a warning to the mice hiding in the dark. Don't try to challenge the authority of the Federation and erode the territory of the Federation. It is a helpless move to bombard the B6 star area. I just don't want to let this place and the Northwest Star District, a breeding ground for anti-Federal elements."

"The people who sacrificed tonight will offer their loyalty in their sleep, for the supreme glory of the Federation—"

He spread his hands and took half a step back.

The silent warship came to life in an instant. Under the gaze of countless people in the Federation Star Network, the fired artillery/shells tore through the night, and the scarlet flames were like falling planets, which made a deafening roar when they landed on the ground.

boom--!

The cannon/bomb shattered the dream.

The B6 star area was instantly submerged in a sea of ​​flames.

……

Inside the command ship.

"When you were talking outside just now, you brought all the conflicts to yourself, and the pressure of control and evaluation has been reduced a lot." Adjutant Kang Quan glanced at the progress: "General, it is estimated that the bombardment will end in an hour and 23 minutes, and it will be dawn Before, the B6 sector would be in ruins."

Elan Snow just came in from the command ship, wrapped in cold air, nodded: "I see, you pay attention, I will go to the control room first."

Kang Quan suddenly fell silent.

Elan Snow paused: "Adjutant, what's wrong with you?"

Kang Quan said in a low voice: "Admiral, in fact, we don't have to bombard, there are still innocent people inside..."

"adjutant."

Elan Snow chuckled: "What are you talking about?"

Kang Quan lowered his eyes, and the stern lines of his profile were tense.

"Nothing to say."

"I don't care about you."

As if remembering something, Elan Snow tilted his head: "Oh... there is one more thing, if Lieutenant General Wright arrives, tell him to wait for me here."

Kang Dog: "Yes."

Elan Snow told everyone else in the control room to exit, set up a program to lock it, and at the same time turned off the real-time surveillance video of the control room.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the large chair, raised his head, and let his eyes go blank.

"Supplementary examiner, is there?"

Know the sea.

A small ball of light wearing glasses wandered around and took out a small notebook: "Here it is!"

It has been many years since Gong Du came to this world and lived as Ellan Snow.

The reason why he came here was because he took the exam for the middle god to be promoted to the upper god for free for the first time, and ended in failure. He came here to collect the luck points needed for the re-examination.

Xiaoguangtuan is the executive re-examination officer, responsible for assisting the gods who re-examination.

Luck has always been linked to the protagonist group.

To put it simply, Gongdu must maintain the normal progress of the world line and protect the protagonist group.

During the guarding period, the more positive emotions the protagonist group has towards him, the deeper the bond, and the more luck he will get when he leaves the small world.

But Elan Snow's identity is a villain, and it is also the biggest stumbling block for the protagonist group to overthrow the Federation. It is basically impossible to get positive emotions from the protagonist group.

He had to use some means to add drama to himself.

Gong Du: "Take out the body you prepared earlier."

Xiao Guangtuan: "Okay."

A figure gradually emerged in the air, and gradually solidified.

Is a young man in his 20s.

Long black hair tied high, white shirt, black windbreaker, slender figure, elegant and gentle appearance.

Gong Du stood up and took off his mask. There was no difference between him and the body in front of him except for the hair color and eye color.

Xiao Guangtuan: "Lan Xia and you are twins. I collected all the particle data of Lan Xia's body after death in this world, and adjusted it according to your age and your appearance. This is the final appearance."

Gong Du: "What is his realism now?"

The little light group clicked a few times and called up the data:

[Lan Xia: 0% authenticity

Remaining survival time: five years]

Gong Du was not surprised.

Because he can't disturb the world line, he can't fabricate non-existent characters out of thin air as his vest in the small world. After a long time of deliberation, he chooses his identity as his long-dead brother, Lan Xia.

The real Lan Xia is dead, and the one in front of her is just a shell reconstructed from data.

The so-called degree of authenticity is the degree of world recognition.

He needs to use Lan Xia's identity to re-live a new story and overwrite the already dead ending in order to update the world line and let the world recognize 'Lan Xia' again.

But with this method of exploiting loopholes, 'Lan Xia' can survive for up to five years.

Gong Du waited for a long time, and finally waited for the most suitable opportunity to put on the vest.

In his dark soul, he struggled to find that pitiful little white mass, then split the white mass of soul, and injected it into Lan Xia's body.

The body floating in the air gradually fell down, the toes touched the ground, the hollow light golden eyes blinked, and instantly became agile.

The little light group flickered when Gong Du split his soul, but he didn't make a sound to disturb him, until the split soul was properly injected into Lan Xia's body.

After a while, Xiao Guangtuan said, "You don't think it hurts either."

Gong Du leaned back in the chair again, halfway up but froze, pressed his elbows on the armrests, pressed his palms against his abdomen with slight force, blue veins were faintly visible on the back of his hands.

After a while, he smiled lazily and said, "Isn't there you?"

The small light cluster glowed silently, and the violently surging pure black soul sea gradually calmed down under the warm blue-white light.

It looked at Gong Du's awkward posture: "Does your stomach hurt again?"

"good."

Gongdu was born in a disease, and his divine power comes from it, so when he landed in the small world, his body will be randomly accompanied by a disease.

In this world, he randomly came up with stomach problems blessed by divine power. Outside the rules of the world, he couldn't cure them. He was as delicate as a fragile glass and could only be carefully cared for.

The small light group exists in the soul sea, and it can only relieve the discomfort of the soul, and it can't help the body's illness.Generally speaking, the pain of diseases with supernatural power will be much more serious than normal stomach problems.

After Gong Du finished the sentence just now, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Lan Xia.

"Lan Xia's soul is also mine, so he should have the same stomach problems as me, with supernatural power."

The little light group scanned it and confirmed: "Yes."

Gong Du was thoughtful, and called out to Lan Xia: "Brother."

Lan Xia looked over, with a pair of light golden eyes gentle and gentle: "Yes."

Manipulating two bodies at the same time, Gongdu adapted very well.

He slowed down, stood up slowly, took out a pair of thin gold-rimmed eyes for Lan Xia to wear, and then put an old seed in the pocket of Lan Xia's windbreaker.

After the vest was released, Lan Xia had to follow the script he had written. In order to manipulate the vest more skillfully, Gong Du played against himself.

The small light group is the only audience.

When it was almost done, Gong Du stood up: "Let's put it on."

The future soul leader of the protagonist group in this world is Alger, who is now 16 years old. The Xiguang Anti-Federation Organization established by himself was nearly [-]% destroyed after this bombardment.

He could only take his younger sister and the remaining members of the organization away from here, met other partners on the road, started to build Xiguang again, went through hardships, and finally overthrew the Federation.

A group of teenagers, half mature and half immature.

It is also the age where it is easiest to devote innocence and passion to friends and ideals.

Gongdu chose this major turning point to cut into Lan Ya's vest——

A time period when the soul leader of the protagonist group is at the lowest point, most at a loss, and is about to meet other partners.

He is really looking forward to the fact that after the protagonist group meets Lan Xia, a gentle and powerful leader, they will give a little bit of the youth's enthusiasm and sincerity.

The author says:

Let's start the article, baby, wait for a long time~

This chapter is a demining and a long reading guide, you must read it!

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1. There is no cp male protagonist theme, the full text focuses on family friendship, friendship, teacher-student relationship, ruthless love and love.

2. Illness and battle damage, the protagonist is carrying a debuff on his body, hiding the character of hiding life and death but keeping his face to let others find out that he is sick. My baby, hurry up and click the fork.

3. The author is very good, the copywriting has been revised many times, and the initial setting of the protagonist's personality has also changed a lot. The reason for changing to the current version is that it is more suitable for the expression of the entire complete story, and the author will not be restricted by the copywriting.However, the copywriting scene of the previous original version still exists, and the copywriting is not reflected, but it will be written later in the text, if you mind, you can cancel the favorite QAQ

4. Slow travel, each story is estimated to be about 20 words.

5. The ending of the short story is be, the protagonist escapes sourly~

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7. Actor IQ < villain IQ ≤ protagonist IQ = author IQ

8. I will add it when I think about it~