area51novel Chapter 129 Above the Ceiling
Chapter 129 Above the Ceiling
The Hala Star Military Plaza covers an area of 40 square kilometers, and the alloy plates paved on the ground can withstand the impact of a battleship's vertical landing.
At this moment, the ground forces of the seven fleets are arrayed in the square.
One hundred and forty thousand Kree soldiers, their heavy powered armor reflecting the light of Hala's twin suns, stretched in formation from the center of the plaza to its edge. In the sky, over seven hundred warships hovered in low orbit, their bow cannons aimed at the High Hall.
Reg stood on top of the command vehicle and surveyed his troops.
enough.
This force is enough to overthrow any regime on Hala, except for the Supreme Intelligence, but the Supreme Intelligence is clearly no longer on the Kree's side.
"Third Fleet in position."
"Seventh Fleet in position."
Reports came through the communication channel one after another. Reg nodded and turned on the holographic broadcast over the square: "Kree soldiers."
Reg's voice echoed throughout the square: "For twelve thousand years, our empire has fought its way from Hala to the Large Magellanic Cloud, and then to the Small Magellanic Cloud. Four thousand seven hundred colony planets, each one bought with the blood of the Kree."
The square fell silent.
"Now, an outsider walks into the High Hall, opens his mouth, and the Supreme Wisdom hands over the Empire?" Reg's voice rose a octave: "I don't believe it!"
140,000 soldiers pounded their breastplates in unison, the clanging of metal echoing throughout the square.
Reg grinned with satisfaction and was about to continue speaking when he caught a glimpse of someone walking towards the east entrance of the square.
A person.
It wasn't an army, nor a delegation, but just one person, wearing a dark red robe, with black hair hanging down to his shoulders, walking at a leisurely pace, as if taking a stroll.
The communication channel immediately erupted.
"Sir, east entrance, single target, not identified."
"Heat source scan... readings are abnormal, energy level cannot be quantified."
What does "cannot be quantified" mean?
"It means exactly what it says, sir. The scanner is overloaded."
Reg squinted at the woman who was gradually approaching.
The man stopped in front of the 140,000-strong army.
She raised her head, her gaze passing over the dense ranks of soldiers, glancing at the fleet of warships hovering in the sky, and then looking at Reg standing on the roof of the command vehicle.
"Are you Don Regg?"
The sound wasn't loud, but everyone in the square could hear it clearly.
"Who are you?" Don Regg asked, looking down at him.
Wanda didn't answer, but simply said, "My master sent me to deliver a message."
Reg almost burst out laughing. 140,000 troops, 700 warships, and the enemy sent a messenger?
"What message are you sending?"
"Let's call it a day."
After those two words were spoken, the square was silent for a few seconds, then burst into laughter. The laughter of 140,000 Kree soldiers mingled together, sounding extremely jarring to Reg's ears.
However, Reg did not laugh. He had lived for four hundred years, and his intuition told him that something was wrong, but a soldier's pride would not allow him to back down in front of his subordinates.
"Girl." He jumped off the command vehicle, his two-meter-tall body slamming into the alloy floor, leaving two shallow craters. "Go back and tell your master that if he wants the Kree Empire, he'll have to step over my dead body first."
Wanda tilted her head: "He doesn't step on ants."
Reg's smile vanished, and he didn't bother with any more pleasantries: "Fire."
The heavy powered armor at the very front raised its arms simultaneously, and thousands of energy beams converged toward Wanda.
In the sky, the secondary guns of the three warships also opened fire simultaneously, and blue and white beams of light cleaved down from the tracks, covering Wanda's location in devastating firepower.
The alloy ground melted under the high temperature, and the shockwave knocked the soldiers in the front row back several steps.
The firepower lasted for several minutes.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Wanda stood in the center of a crater thirty meters in diameter, the ground beneath her feet intact, a dark red energy membrane enveloping a two-meter radius around her, and even her hair was perfectly styled.
The laughter in the square completely stopped.
"Are you done?" Wanda asked.
No one answered.
Wanda raised her right hand, and crimson energy spread from her fingertips, flowing across the entire plaza like water. The heavy power armor began to disintegrate on its own, chest armor, arm armor, and leg armor pieces falling off the soldiers and neatly stacking on the ground.
In three seconds, 140,000 Kree soldiers were transformed into 140,000 ordinary people wearing linings.
It's even more spectacular from the sky.
The weapon systems of seven hundred warships simultaneously lost power, the bow guns drooped, and the barrels twisted into a pretzel shape like bent wire. The warships did not fall, but all their offensive capabilities were completely stripped away.
Reg watched as the armor on his chest flew away on its own, then looked down at the exposed inner vest, his veins bulging from his temples.
He drew his melee knife from his waist and charged at Wanda.
Four hundred years of combat experience are condensed into this one strike.
Wanda didn't even look at him.
With a gentle push of crimson energy, Reg was sent flying backward, landing face up at the feet of his soldiers. He struggled to stand up, but his body was pinned to the ground by a layer of crimson energy, rendering him unable to move.
"You said you'd step over your corpse." Wanda walked up to him, looked down at him, and said, "My master said it's not worth it."
Reg's face turned red, and the veins on his neck were clearly visible.
At that moment, a voice came from the direction of the Supreme Hall, not from a communication channel or a broadcast system, but directly into everyone's mind.
The voice of the Holy Lord.
"Don Reig, Commander-in-Chief of the First Fleet, served for four hundred years, participated in more than 1,700 battles, and defeated three interstellar civilizations. I don't kill generals who can fight."
Reg's body stopped struggling.
"But the rules have to be changed. From today onward, the army of the Kree Empire is not the private army of any commander."
The square was completely silent.
"I don't want to fight anymore. I'll go back to farming. Kerry's agricultural sector is short of people."
This last sentence caused Reg's expression to change constantly, his eyes looking down as he seemed lost in thought.
Farming, Reg, let this man who destroyed three civilizations farm.
Reg closed his eyes, his chest heaving several times, before he forced out two words through clenched teeth: "...Yes, sir."
As the crimson energy dissipated, Reg slowly rose from the ground, kneeling on one knee. Behind him, 140,000 Kree soldiers knelt down one after another, the sound of metal knees striking the alloy ground echoing throughout the room.
In the distance, within the highest hall, the data stream of supreme wisdom was operating at an unprecedented speed, recording everything.
The Holy Lord stood in front of the temple window, his back to the blue sphere of light, his gaze stretching across the horizon of Hala Star.
"Supreme Wisdom".
"exist."
"Retrieve resource distribution maps and population structure data for all Kree colonies."
"use?"
"Tear it down and rebuild it."
The Supreme Intelligence's data stream paused for 0.3 seconds: "...All of them?"
"Four thousand seven hundred, not a single one left." The Holy Lord turned around and walked into the depths of the hall: "The old framework cannot support the new ceiling."
His footsteps faded at the end of the corridor.
The Supreme Intelligence remained silent for a long time, and then it did something it had never done in twelve thousand years: it created a new folder in its core computing log.
"Above the Ceiling"