"Bang."

A snap of your fingers.

The room full of antique smell suddenly turned into a bright corridor.

"Let's go! Let's talk as we walk." The witch girl pointed the pipe in her hand towards the stairs not far ahead, and then walked over first.

He Moming followed behind. During the meeting just now, Mei gave Zhaohong a calming needle. Although Zhaohong's expression remained unchanged, He Moming had already seen a hint of relaxation from his mental fluctuations, but he also had more self-restraints. It seems that before Rafda was resurrected, Zhaohong would probably throw himself into the most dangerous battlefield to fight enough military achievements! He Moming did not persuade him. After receiving the permission of the witch Mei, He Moming asked Zhaohong to leave the castle first and let him go back to the legion space to stand by along the way he came.

As the intoxicating fragrance came, the witch's charming voice followed. "Why don't you? Tell me what you think of the abyss?"

"Abyss? This is my second contact! In my impression, the abyss should refer to the kind of crazy potion I encountered last time." He said while pondering the memories of the abyss.

"Is the potion? It's only a little right." The witch sighed secretly after stepping onto the stairs.

After that, the witch stopped talking. In the silent atmosphere, the witch was in front and inexplicably behind, slowly raising up the stairs.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, or one hour. Just when He Wuming felt that the stairs seemed endless, his eyes suddenly lit up. After He Wuming came to his senses, he realized that he was already in a vast room.

At this moment, a series of commands with a certain order came from my ears. Not far away in front of me was a huge spherical holographic projection. On the fluorescent light, phrases with unknown characters appeared and disappeared. In the blink of an eye, these lights suddenly disappeared, and instead cursors that were very similar to warships moved quickly above the spherical holographic projection. Why, inexplicably witnessed all this, couldn't help but subconsciously said: "Command Center?"

"Well. Welcome to the highest command center of the castle. He Wuming, do you know? Only the challenger who has become the commander of the legion is qualified to enter here." The witch's lips raised slightly and she said proudly.

"But there is another one. It is to be a part of the castle. Am I right? Lord Witch." A thick baritone suddenly rang behind him.

"Lyon Hubert. You are so disappointed!" A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in the witch's eyes and shouted angrily.

With the sound of footsteps that were not light or heavy, a middle-aged man wearing a fur coat, bald head, dark skin, and a blindfold in his left eye slowly walked out of the shadow behind him.

"Where? How dare I please the Lord?" Lyon didn't care about the witch's blamed gaze, turned his head to look at He Moming, nodded and said, "Welcome to you! The commander of the Qin Army, the commander of the Qin Army. I am the person in charge here, Lyon Hubert."

"Hello! I am He Moming." He Moming nodded and said with a greeting.

"It's really boring! Lyon Hubert. Since you are here, He Wuming will leave it to you. I'll go back and continue to study the live specimens I just sent." After the witch stretched lazily, she threw He Wuming to Lyon Hubert directly. Before leaving, she even said: "By the way, He Wuming, the defense area you are responsible for is X663. Don't forget to send the garrison. The Qin army can do it now."

"Defense Zone?X663?" He Wuming, who was a little confused, obviously could not find the witch, and could only put the hope of being able to get an explanation on Lyon Hubert standing aside.

"Well. Come here." Lyon Hubert said, pointing to the platform on the right that was relatively spacious and able to bring the entire command center into sight.

After the two walked over, Lyon Hubert stood on the platform, silently stared at the busy command center for a while, then turned to look at He Wuming and said, "Sorry! My job is to supervise this place and prevent any trouble here. Therefore, it is inevitable that you will be neglected."

He shook his head inexplicably, and said it was okay, and asked directly: "What does the defense zone and abyss mean just now?"

"Well. Go straight to the topic? Very good. I'm a little tired of being polite. Then let's start straight." Lyon Hubert raised his right hand and a light screen appeared. "I don't know how much you know. But I try to explain things as much as possible."

As the pictures on the light screen continued to change, Lyon Hubert's calm baritone began to tell the secrets that He had inexplicably unknown.

Now, the highest command center of the castle where He Mo Ming is located is dedicated to commanding fleets that are engaged in combat in a super battlefield and providing all-round support for them. For example, tactical command, logistics, friendly coordination, enemy-to-we-information, etc. Each legion established in the super-dimensional fortress has the obligation to invest part of its troops in this super battlefield to assist Veros' expeditionary fleet, and the ancient castle's guard fleet resists the attack of the abyss. Therefore, this huge and almost endless super battlefield is divided into defense zones according to the strength of the legion and is handed over to the management of each legion that enters this super battlefield. And He Mo Ming's X663 defense zone is also divided into this.

"What's going on in the abyss?" After He had a brief understanding of the so-called defense zone, he directly raised the biggest question so far.

"Abyss? That's a very long story. If you want to tell it all, I'm afraid you have to say it last year! I'll try to finish it briefly." Lyon Hubert said after scratching the back of his bare head helplessly.

After receiving He's inexplicable nod, Lyon Hubert fucked his calm baritone again and began to tell the story.

This is a long story. Lyon Hubert didn't know how many years ago it happened, and even the predecessors who told him this story did not know. Everything about this story can only be passed on through oral words, which is a knowledge, story, and legend that cannot be inherited through any medium.

In a long time when the super-dimensional fortress had not yet appeared, a race as omnipotent as the gods in myths appeared in this universe.

They crossed the galaxy, created planets at will, enlightened the intelligent creatures in every planet of life, stared at any planet that was about to be born, and cared for every civilization that was falling and rolling. The immeasurable wisdom was conveyed to every race in an indescribable way by them. Therefore, the races in this universe called "they" prophets by the same name.

In that era when we were born to know, with the godly prophets pointed out the direction, although there were disputes, everything seemed very harmonious and prosperous with the efforts of the entire race of this universe.

But it was in this harmonious and prosperous era that a sudden war broke out.

When all racial civilizations in this universe thought that this war would disappear in a short time under the intervention of the prophets, the war actually involved half of the civilizations in this universe in the blink of an eye, and countless lives were gone day and night. In that moment, the dark clouds of war, all civilizations dared not stay out of the matter and asked the prophets for help, but this time the prophets who responded to their requests disappeared, and disappeared without warning without all civilizations knowing it.

Under all kinds of helplessness, many civilizations who have not yet been involved in the war have tried countless methods to mediate and end this inexplicable and strange war, and all of them have failed, finally decided to unite and form a powerful fleet to join the war and calm the war with overwhelming power. The outbreak of the abyss is a mysterious phenomenon induced by the mutual bombardment of super weapons developed by both sides in the war to a white-hot point.

Speaking of this, Lyon Hubert stopped. He blinked inexplicably and asked, "It's over?"

Lyon Hubert shook his head and said, "I don't know what happened next. The senior who told me these things had already died in the Jedi Counterattack ten years ago. There are so many things I know. What's going on later is that when all civilizations feel despair, this super-dimensional fortress suddenly appeared from the void, blocking the power of the abyss on the last line of defense with the power of all the power."

"Is that true? That is, you know nothing about anything except the memories you dictate?" He thought for no reason.

"Although it's very unwilling, it's true. For us now, we can only know these small amounts of information. In addition to these oral memories, what we can finally know is that this war has existed since our civilization can also record history in any medium." Lyon Hubert's still intact right eye flashed with an unwilling light, and he roared a number: "Thousands of years, this damn war has been going on for thousands of years!!"

"Thousands of years?! How is it possible?" He exclaimed inexplicably.

"It's true!" Lyon Hubert said solemnly. "My father, my grandfather, great-grandfather and my ancestors have all sprinkled blood and burned their lives on this battlefield, but they can't end it all."

"It took thousands of years to maintain the status quo?" He inexplicably felt incredible about the current situation and also had an illusory sense of nothingness.

"That's right. It can only be maintained!"

After communicating information about the abyss with Lyon Hubert once again, He Forming bid farewell to Lyon Hubert. Before he left, Lyon Hubert gave He Forming a deadline. Before the deadline came, he must arrange the garrison stationed in the X663 defense zone. In addition, He Forming should pay more attention to making combat effectiveness arrangements in consideration of the needs of the mission.
Chapter completed!