The expected thing happened truthfully. The siege fleet dispatched by the Earth Headquarters of the New United Army was completely destroyed in an incredible process. This result was unacceptable for the Earth Headquarters. But for He Wuming, it was reasonable and unexpected. He thought that the song of the wind would affect it, and even let the siege fleet destroy it. But the process was to shoot each other in the fleet to the underworld. At this time, should we be glad that the siege fleet did not carry dimensional weapons?

Regardless of the result, while the news was confirmed, the luminous phenomenon of the seabed ruins disappeared, and no strangers occurred in the Star Ragna, and everything seemed to have returned to the original Pingjin.

"Go back!" He thought for no reason and decided to return. He turned around and looked at the wet guide and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work! Let's take a break now! Leave the rest to me."

At the same time, a low roar was coming from the horizon, which was Yong Daison and Kudo Masahiro who came to pick him up on the order of Captain Catherine.

As the VF-25 slowly landed next to the ship in the form of a guardian, Yong-Dyson's voice also came from under the slowly opened canopy.

"Sir! Is it going to start fighting again?"

He inexplicably pulled the corner of his mouth and shook his head secretly. This is also a combat madman. When he is fine, he always pulls Graham to practice. When he hears that he wants to start a fight, he runs faster than anyone else. I'm afraid he knows what he is having fun from Catherine. Otherwise, this combat madman has a very sensitive sense of combat!!

"When you go back, keep your spirits!" He said angrily after inexplicably ascending the robot hand that VF-25 reached out. Everyone likes subordinates who dare to fight! But subordinates who are obsessed with fighting are a headache.

"Yes! Sir!" Yong Daison raised his hand and agreed very simply. After He was inexplicably pulled up by the two singers, he quickly returned to the MACROSS Phoenix under the escort of Kudo in mid-air under the form of a guardian.

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The Archbishop coughed several times gently, and after taking the water cup from the servant's hand to moisten his throat, he let out a long breath. Gramia Nerissi, the prince of the Windermere royal family, suddenly ran over and asked about the song he had just heard, and he had been entangled for a long time.

The problem was not serious at the beginning, but when the topic was about to end, the prince of the Windermere royal family suddenly proposed to meet the legendary Wind Song.

In response to this, the Archbishop's expression changed slightly. If it weren't for Prince Windermere's excitement, he would have found out that the Archbishop was strange. But in fact, there was no if. After the Archbishop learned Prince Windermere's intentions, he began to talk and try to divert the prince's attention. But the result was a disappointing one. In the end, the Archbishop gritted his teeth and forced a lie that "the singer of the Wind is in urgent need of rest because of excessive consumption", and everything ended like this.

In the archbishop's surprise, Prince Windermere told the archbishop to take good care of the Wind Song, and left in a cool light emitted by the star-shaped senses unique to the Windermere people.

"What the hell is going on?" The Archbishop was extremely puzzled by Prince Windermere's sudden turn of 180 degrees, but he could not clarify the passages here for a while.

"Forget it! No matter what the Windermeres think, the ruins are now in our hands." The Archbishop with the ruins in hand did not care about the thoughts of the Windermere royal family.

The door was knocked.

"Come in!"

"Architect! There is news." Bishop Alto came in. He looked up at the attendant standing around the room, and then looked at the archbishop, and the archbishop nodded.

When everyone left and there were only two people left in the room, the Archbishop said, "Tell me!"

"When we were fighting with the fleet sent by the Earth headquarters of the New United Army, both Porudor and Ragna were captured. The ones who took action were the Phoenix fleet under He inexplicably and the fleet of the Seventh Marc Ginas Regiment." Bishop Alto said slowly.

"Is that true?" The Archbishop seemed not very surprised by the capture of the planets of his power. Driven by the automatic wheelchair, the Archbishop slowly came to the office desk, and after fumbled on it, he pressed a button.

Pictures pop up one by one.

There were images, photos, and voice information. Listening to the voice information from the front line and looking at the video information, the Archbishop's face became even more gloomy.

"Bishop, do you think the secret above will be exposed?" The Archbishop was silent for a while before slowly speaking out the questions in his heart.

Bishop Alto was also silent for a while, and finally said, "The remains of Porudor are irrelevant, but the remains of Ragna are the top priority. I dare not make a conclusion, nor do I dare to use the chance to imagine that the man led the fleet to capture Ragna only simply carried out the orders of the Earth headquarters."

"Is it a fantasy? No, this is not a fantasy. That man should have known it. Otherwise, he, and Lin Mingmei, can still maintain such a young appearance after a long fifty years!!" The Archbishop took a breath, and then said while smiling bitterly: "The news we have spread for decades is not expected to be true."

"So what? Ragnastar won't come back to our hands because of our regrets." Alto shook his head and said.

"Yeah! That's right. What's going on over there?" The Archbishop nodded and asked immediately.

"Data analysis has been started. It takes 6 hours of data for technicians to know where the problem lies."

"Six hours? Let's go ahead! Since the new unified warship that attacked Windermere Star has been eliminated, then we should take back what belongs to us!" The Archbishop clenched his fists and waved it heavily.

"However, the next organism cannot be guaranteed to be used continuously. According to the latest report from the technicians, we are still a long way from the most perfect singer." Although Alto did not object to the Archbishop's proposal to attack Ragna, he also raised questions.

"If you can't continue to use it, just create a few more! Just like ammunition! What's more, when we attack Ragna, the new unified fleet hiding in other places will definitely take the opportunity to attack." The Archbishop held the crutch and pressed the pillars on the ground a few times, and said in a gloomy voice: "Then create a few more organisms and let them destroy the new unified fleet in the singing!"

Bishop Alto frowned secretly as he heard the Archbishop talking about his great achievements. Although he also called the clones of the Star Songists as living organisms, he felt inappropriate in his heart. He seemed to dislike such methods, but at the top of the church, everything must overwhelm his personal emotions. Otherwise, he, the first bishop, would be dereliction of duty.

"As you wish! Archbishop!" Bishop Alto bent down and said respectfully.

"Go! Arrange it! Although our fleet did not make any contribution this time, the next step is our crucial battle. Let them cheer up and cheer up!" The Archbishop nodded and said loudly.

"Yes! Archbishop!" Bishop Alto responded and turned around and left the room.

"Soon! Soon!" The Archbishop clenched his fists and waved hard towards the void as soon as the gate was closed, as if he was hitting someone.

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He Wuming, who had just returned to the MACROSS Phoenix, had not yet fallen from the VF-25's mechanical hand, and a communication from Mark came.

"Oh! Inexplicable!" As soon as the screen was opened, I saw the face of half of my face covered by large sunglasses. This was undoubtedly Mark.

"Relics?" He inexplicably stepped into the spotlight and directly pointed out the topic.

"Uh, it seems that this is the case with you!" Mark was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly. The camera flickered and was moved to another direction. Three long pointed pillars gathered together in turn, either spherical or carved, with a very strange shape. There were some figures in front of the entrances of the multiple passages on the ruins. From a distance, it seemed that something was still waving.

"What's going on?" He asked inexplicably frowned.

"I don't know either. After these ruins suddenly shine and dimly soon after, I wanted to send someone in to investigate, but I was stopped by the local natives." Mark said, pulling into the camera. "Look! These natives don't look very welcome to enter the ruins."

"What happened like this? There was no such thing here." He frowned inexplicably. In the plot of the Horse Triangle, except for being intercepted by the Windermeres, the personnel on the hero's side basically went to the ruins whenever they wanted to enter and leave whenever they wanted to. Now, an unexpected situation occurred in the local indigenous protected ruins! Is this also caused by the Hope Goddess Cult? Or is it the spontaneous behavior of the local indigenous people?

"What do you think? Actually, we don't care much about the ruins, we just want to figure it out." Mark's voice sounded again, and the camera re-directed it at Mark himself.

He shook his head inexplicably and said, "It's fine to leave it alone. Mark, after the fleet changes defense, come over to my side! Next, it's probably a big battle."

"Battle? Are you saying that those lunatics will run to your side?"

"Haha! That's right. Both me and Lin Mingmei are enough to attract those lunatics to come over. What's more, I have an ace in my hand." He inexplicably curled his lips and smiled confidently.

"Ace? Then, I'll wait and see!" Mark laughed.

"By the way! How about Milena and Barsala?"
Chapter completed!