Martial World's
Ch 2037 - Fidgety Night
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Hidden Dragon Galaxy, in dark gray nebula –
A black palace slowly floated up. Flying around him were several dozen spirit ships.
This black palace as well as the many spirit ships around it were covered in a gray array formation, isolating them from the outer space.
There were countless nebulae in the Hidden Dragon Galaxy. When combined with the various array concealment formations, this was one of the greatest advantages that humans had used to survive over the past few years.
However, this so-called advantage actually only delays time. In the words of the saints, mankind is but 'the only remaining weak existence'.
As the saints launched their carpet sweeps into an area, those hidden areas would slowly open up. What followed was a massacre.
The method of seeking the saints is referred to by them as 'hunting'. From searching for targets, locking them up, and then hunting them down and killing them, this was like a hunter looking for prey. And the result is also the same as hunting, without any tension at all. A hunter is a hunter and will rarely be injured by their prey.
Now, the human forces in the Hidden Dragon Galaxy experienced such 'hunting' from the saints; they were already in a precarious situation.
In the area that placed this influence, in the central dark palace, in the highest room –
This room is very large but the layout is very simple. There was an octagonal-shaped obsidian table, two heavy and sturdy obsidian chairs, and also a wooden bookcase nearby. These bookshelves were covered with thick and ancient books, and these ancient books had ancient languages written in them. Few people could understand the contents of these books. Across the bookshelf was a wide bed with pale gray sheets and under the bed was a black velvet carpet.
The walls of the room do not change much but retrain the original hue and roughness of the metal material used to build it. Just by looking at it, one felt a little constrained and depressed.
After some time, the door to the room opened and a woman dressed in black walked in. She was wearing a simple black dress and her face was thin and pale.
He was Xiao Moxian, the master of this room.
The room was quiet. The air echoed around her soft footsteps.
He slowly arrived in front of the obsidian table and sat down. In such a gray and gloomy room, her beautiful and delicate appearance seemed out of place.
He didn't light a candle. Instead, in this dark environment he sat alone, meditating for a while. Then he took out a violet purple crystal and placed it on top of a small array disc, activating it.
In an instant, a vast and beautiful starry sky lit up in front of him.
This is a star chart for about 10 billion miles.
The truth was that Xiao Moxian had already recorded this star chart in her mind. Every star, every planet, every celestial body including even slightly larger asteroids was imprinted in his mind, and he knew everything there was to know about them. He closed his eyes, reviewing this star chart in his mind. Every day he would come here and spend two hours specifically reviewing this star chart.
He knew that he could not remain hidden in this region any longer; the Good Fortune Saint Son's search area had been reduced to a small area and it was already impossible to move. This was because once their base was relocated, they would definitely leave behind clues and traces of their existence in the past. At that time, they will be exposed to a greater risk.
Time is becoming an increasingly urgent issue. Xiao Moxian could not help but begin to consider the worst possible outcome. In his mind he began to imagine the countless results that could occur from the battle with the Good Fortune Saint Son …
Although it was a battle that would definitely lose, Xiao Moxian would not sit idly by and wait for death to take her. At the last moment, the result he wanted was to allow as many people as possible to escape, to escape far from this calamity!
Of course, wanting everyone to escape was impossible. There must be people left behind to buy time, and these people will be victims.
How many people should be left behind, how many people should be sent, how to set up battle tactics, these were all things that Xiao Moxian had to consider.
However, no matter what plan he made, as the leader of this human influence and also the strongest individual here, when danger approached he had to remain here.
A brave group of sacrifices needs a leader, and this leader can only be him.
But, if possible, he hoped that his son Lin Huang could escape from this star region and leave safely.
He was a continuation of his life and Lin Ming, as well as the future hope of mankind.
As he thought of his own son, Xiao Moxian gently sighed. He could not help but think of Lin Ming once more. Traces of sadness glittered in his watery eyes. If Lin Ming was still alive, what would he do?
He silently touched the star charts, the night curtain gradually falling over the dark palace. The nebula and the sun revolving around it began to slowly sink into a thick shadow. Xiao Moxian stood up and prepared a pot of clear mist tea for herself. This type of tea is infused with 10,000-year-old clear mist flowers and is fragrant and sweet, with a soul-preserving effect. It also helped Xiao Moxian maintain her mental state.
In fact, he had never rested for a long time.
Furthermore, Xiao Moxian began to confer once again. There are many things he should consider. For example, their reserves of violet sun crystals fell very low. In order to maintain the concealment array formation that hid their base, they needed to consume a large amount of sun violet crystals. As their scope of action continued to shrink, it became increasingly difficult to mine for these crystals.
He needed to find a solution to overcome this difficulty. Otherwise, a great array formation from the base would have lasted less than a year. If they could not finish it then they would be easily found by the Good Fortune Saint Son.
Occasionally, Xiao Moxian would bring a cup of tea and take a sip.
The clear mist tea was slowly depleted by it. As for the cup in front of him, it remained motionless, as if someone was sitting there, but that person had left, leaving only a seat and a cup of tea.
This was one of Xiao Moxian's habits. All these years he had lived alone, but from an outsider's point of view it seemed like two people lived here.
Time slowly passed and the hot tea became cold. However, Xiao Moxian remained deep in thought.
Two hours later he turned off the star charts and shook his head. He temporarily put aside the problem with the purple sun crystal and started meditating.
In such an environment, Xiao Moxian sat alone, quietly passing through the quiet night before the storm.
However, he was destined not to experience a peaceful night. Far away in the night as Xiao Moxian meditated, the transmission marks of the gray voice lit up; there was clearly news to be reported to her.
As he looked at the sound transmission jade slip that continued to light up in the dark night, Xiao Moxian's brows stuck together. To him, this glittering jade slip was like the eyes of a demon, continuing to haunt him; for these past few years, whenever there was important news, it was almost always bad.
For example, the news that the Son of Fortune Saint was shrinking his siege once more, or the news that there were no energy stones left.
What was worse was that once, the scouting force of the Fairy Demon Palace had been captured by the Good Fortune Saint Son. In order to keep their secrets and find out that there was no chance of escape, they decided to take the soul poison pill they had prepared beforehand to commit suicide.
It is a very tyrannical poison. Only a Great World King alchemist was able to refine it, and it was limited to martial artists at the World King level and below.
Once one took the soul poison pill, the victim would die within a few moments. Not only that, but the poison would destroy their spiritual sea, making it so that the enemy would not be able to find anything of value from it.
In other words, this type of poison was to make one's soul crumble into ashes.
This is a sad and sad way to die. Even so, Xiao Moxian had no choice but to prepare such a poison pill for every member of the scouting squad. When the alchemists from the Demon Fairy Palace prepared this new batch of soul poison pills and handed them to him, he felt as if it was as heavy as the mountains and rivers in his hands.
In particular, the confident and loyal expression of the scouts as he handed the poison pill to them was like a sword cutting through his heart.
However, he had nothing else he could do. Without sufficient strength this was the only choice he could make.
He shook his head and put these thoughts aside. He left the room and headed to the great sound transmission array.
The voice transmission array of the Demon Fairy Palace was located close to Xiao Moxian's room. At this moment, several core figures of the Demon Fairy Palace were already surrounding the edge of the sound transmission array.
When Xiao Moxian arrived, a young man moved his lips as if to say something, but in the end he did not say it.
"What's the problem?"
Xiao Moxian frowned after seeing the young man's expression. This young man was named Tao An and he had been born after a great calamity erupted. He had become one of Xiao Moxian's loyal followers and was now part of the backbone of the Fairy Demon Palace.
From his expression that seemed to find it hard to speak, Xiao Moxian realized that the news they had just received seemed like nothing good.
“Speak, no need to hesitate. The worst that could happen is that the Good Fortune Saint Son has found us. ”
Xiao Moxian said calmly. Tao An froze for a moment. He looked at the other core figure of the Demonic Fairy Palace and said, "Miss ... there is a problem on the New Ming Planet …"
A few words of Tao An caused Xiao Moxian's heart to almost pop out of her chest!
New Ming Planet was the only planet that Xiao Moxian had set up in the Hidden Dragon Galaxy in the past.
Tens of billions of people live on the New Ming Planet. These people had slowly migrated from other star regions in the past 200-300 years and were the loyal subjects of Xiao Moxian.
Xiao Moxian loved her people wholeheartedly. When the saints attacked the Hidden Dragon Galaxy, Xiao Moxian promised that she would protect the people of the New Ming Planet so that they could live long and prosperous lives filled with children and hope. But as the Good Fortune Saint Son continued to shrink his siege, Xiao Moxian finally could not stay on the New Ming Planet. He had no choice but to leave.
Otherwise, not only would he be captured by the Good Fortune Saint Son but the New Ming Planet would be destroyed in the flames of war.
Leaving the New Ming Planet was a helpless choice and the only choice he could make. Under normal circumstances, if the New Ming Planet was discovered by the Good Fortune Saint Son then a time of suffering would approach them, but the saints would not commit large-scale genocide. This is because ordinary human beings have no meaning for saints, and it is more useful to make them into slaves that help develop the wild universe.
But today, from Tao An's expression, this might not be true at all!