The Death Knell

Although the visitor army was not completely wiped out, the losses were still huge, and the Supreme Intelligence had obviously understood the whole story.

The visitor endured physical pain, and the mental punishment of the supreme wisdom seemed to tear every nerve in his body. He knew that compared with such a great wisdom, his previous actions must be full of loopholes.

And if the pursuer comes to replace him, he will definitely be finished when he returns to Hara. Although he will not be sentenced to death, he will probably spend the rest of his life in some dark lower-level research institute in the future.

If you study rocks or soil every day, you will never get ahead.

Tears can be shed...

But he still insisted on not crying on the bridge. He struggled to get up, pursed his lips, squeezed out an ugly and bitter smile, slapped the captain on the shoulder, and then turned and left.

The captain stood up and saluted his back. He breathed a sigh of relief. His own future was saved. Although the battleship was damaged, there was nothing wrong with his command.

Strict military regulations also have its advantages, that is, if the boss wants to hold his subordinates accountable, the records of the brain will not allow it. Whoever is at fault is his, and the supreme wisdom can understand it at a glance.

Poor man, the people on the bridge shook their heads. In fact, the visitor was a good leader, at least not as cruel as the pursuer.

At this time, they obviously had not thought that they had laughed during the battle, and the record of this incident had also been seen by the Supreme Intelligence...

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The Skrull fleet patrolled the edge of the solar system for a while, cleaned the battlefield, recovered valuable and recyclable items, and prepared to leave.

The command style of the opposing fleet has changed drastically, and a large number of ships have self-destructed to cover the evacuation even more decisively. They know that the supreme wisdom has taken action, so the enemy's jump position should be out of reach.

It's better to give it up when it's good. Even though we hit a weakling this time, our side was not damaged. The other side lost hundreds of warships, which was a pure profit.

If I don't run away now, do I have to wait for Ronan to come over?

Before leaving, the commander of the Skrull fleet did not forget the heroes. He issued a commendation to the outpost located deep underground on Eris (xi).

The warriors on the intelligence front still stick to their posts and identify the visiting legions in time, which is why they have achieved the current results.

The credit is great. When he gets back, he will ask the Queen for credit on their behalf. Soon, everyone will be able to return to their home planet and enjoy hero-like treatment.

The commander of the outpost wrinkled his green face with laughter, saying that they had been standing guard for the empire for decades underground on this planet where there was only rock and methane ice.

I don't ask for any hero treatment, the credit belongs to the fleet. I just hope that the fleet commander can put in a few kind words in the military department and adjust the brothers to a lucrative position.

It is so miserable here. They huddle underground and can only rely on instruments to secretly observe space. They eat tasteless food every day. Even if the toilet is broken, there are no replacement parts.

What's more, life is extremely insecure. Once the outpost is discovered, just a few dozen of them will not be enough to fill the gaps in the Kree's teeth.

Now that the Kree fleet has suffered a loss here, the Supreme Intelligence will definitely think that there is a Skrull observation point nearby, and the Kree's revenge will soon strike.

Everyone at the outpost unanimously decided to give up their false reputation and make a deal with the fleet to exchange for a rear position.

Even guarding the warehouse is better than this. If he suffers the same fate as the stone ball Eris, it would be better to rush out from the underground structure and turn into a popsicle in an instant.

The fleet commander thought for a moment and decided that it would be okay if all the credit went to the fleet, and there happened to be some thorny people who were disobedient recently and wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

This does not need to go through the military department at all. The fleet commander has such rights, so a group of people from the outpost were picked up on the battleship, and another group of 'people with lofty ideals' were arranged to take over.

The fleet adjusted its formation and instantly jumped and disappeared into the sea of ​​​​stars, leaving behind a twisted band of light.

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The visitor was shaking like a zombie in the corridor of the battleship. He seemed to have lost his soul and his eyes were numb. The scolding words of supreme wisdom echoed in his mind, and he could hardly think of anything else.

As if instinctively and unconsciously, he staggered back to his laboratory. Just like a creature's instinct to return to its nest, he subconsciously came to a place where he could feel at ease.

Looking at the familiar experimental equipment and the experimental animals jumping around in the cage, he gradually regained some sense.

He has never forgotten the experiments of the aliens, the precious knowledge and wealth that the legion passed down from generation to generation from unknown generations ago.

So when the Supreme Intelligence wanted to take back Attilan, he accepted the task with great excitement and also took over some spies lurking in Attilan.

He is well aware of Attilan's current situation and intelligence, so there will be no problems.

But he never expected that the human being whom he had always looked down upon would become the biggest disruptor.

Now that he was defeated and in despair, no one came back to flatter him. If the people on the bridge still had some respect for him, others were afraid to avoid him.

Recalling the people he met in the corridor just now, they either turned their heads away from him, or lowered their heads and snickered.

That scene made him feel like a knife.

It's all mankind's fault, and he must take revenge... not on that ghostly existence, but on all mankind.

He still has some time before the pursuers arrive. Although his highest command authority has been taken away, his research authority as the chief scientist is still there.

He can still use all the tools in the laboratory, take out any exterminating weapons, and conduct any experiments he wants.

As he thought about it, his face gradually became distorted, and his eyes seemed to bulge out.

He struggled to stand up, went to the wall, opened the closet, took out the protective clothing inside and put it on, and then began to carefully walk into the isolation room connected to the laboratory.

As a biologist and geneticist, he has his own dignity. His strengths are no longer giant ships and cannons, but the microscopic realm that mortals cannot see.

Under the green light, he took out a small tube of liquid from a sealed container, not much, just a few drops, but the liquid was emitting a strange light at this time.

He carefully loaded the liquid into the syringe gun and returned to the laboratory.

"Huhu..."

The visitor gasped violently, his heartbeat was extremely fast, and his eyes fell on a cage.

It is more like a small prison than a cage. It is not only equipped with lasers and energy barriers, but also has several weapons aimed at the creatures inside at any time.

The creature in the cage was not big and looked furry. It was curled up in a ball, its belly rising and falling, as if it was sleeping.

The visitor verified his authority, passed the perimeter defense, and cautiously approached the sleeping monster with a syringe gun.

"Click."

Just when he was about to inject the creature with the cosmic virus, the door to the laboratory suddenly opened, and a white-skinned Kree who looked very fat walked in.

The syringe almost fell to the ground. These things are extremely dangerous. At this time, his actions were discovered, and the visitors were shocked.

"Who are you? How did you get in?!" he asked with a ferocious expression. As a blue-skinned man, he was more noble than this guy who looked like a human.

The person who came just showed a stiff smile, like a mummy in the universe.

He closed the door of the laboratory instead, and the door and the wall clicked together with a squeaking sound. The metal was completely integrated, and then he turned off the light.

In the darkness, the obese figure squirmed, rapidly changing its size and appearance as if melting. In the blink of an eye, a bright red light suddenly lit up.

"I'm here to find you..."