Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Only at one time will the central authority and valves of the Star Sea meet some of their conditions, even “grandeur, generosity, generosity", and plunge down countless empty cheques.

That's when the Red Cloud is needed, or rather, when it takes a lot of cannon ash.

Despite the gradual cessation of the expansion of the Empire, it does not mean the end of the war, the edge of the star sea and the debris world need to be explored, there is occasional friction between privilege and the valves, and the clashes with the Alliance continue, and sporadic warfare is even more brutal than large-scale warfare, for which the noble descendants of the family of the four electorate emperors were not born.

The Red Cloud Realm, and hundreds of smaller worlds like the Red Cloud Realm, these lowly "hillbilly fairy fixers” are destined to serve as lubricants for the tremendous machine boom of noble capital with their own flesh and blood.

I can't help it. It's a tough thing to be a fairy fixer.

When you become a fairy fixer, you consume ten times more resources every day than ordinary people.

When a person awakens the root of the spirit and masters the power of the spirit, he is neither willing to go to the factory to work well, nor willing to sit in the lattice of the office to listen to his boss's fingers, let alone sweat in the fiery farmland.

The sky is full of powerful spiritual energy, but the barren homeland has little room to play. It is not even their turn to “squeeze the ordinary people", who have long been squeezed clean by the capital of power.

They can only take the chariots of the powerful and the valves, go far away to the countryside, and have a one-in-10,000 chance of vanity, eager to climb one step to the sky and stand out.

Unfortunately, the bones of countless Red Cloud Fairies are thrown deep into the unknown depths of the Dark Star Sea. Even a tiny piece of armor remains cannot return to their homeland, and no one in 100 per cent can truly escape the sad song of destiny and become the kind of high-end fairy repairers who "exhale rain, drunken gold fans, glorious riches and concealed the sky with one hand”.

That invisible transparent ceiling, dead and barricaded between them and the privilege of the center of the star sea, for 500 years, don't say broken, haven't even seen a gap!

This imperial counter-attack may be the last roar of the Red Cloud world and hundreds of smaller worlds.

Such oppression, such humiliation, such ubiquitous discrimination, they are so tired and intolerable!

They crave glory, they crave land, they crave endless resources, they crave real power!

It is this hysterical desire that put them at risk for their lives, scraping up their barren homeland, smashing pots and selling iron into a small fleet of wolves, gathering like hungry jackals, sweeping thousands of armies in just over a decade, destroying and decaying dozens of new worlds!

Of course, they also suffered injustices during this period, including being dispatched to the most dangerous fronts, carrying out the most demanding sniping missions, and being able to distribute supplies only behind the "Fleet A" of the family of the four main election emperors, and so on.

In a nutshell, they eat dog food, but they work for tigers and lions.

But which war in the last 500 years hasn't? They're used to it. They're willing to do anything and spell anything with a chance to flip!

Not to mention General Ray and the god of war!

Perhaps the greatest fortune for the Red Cloud Fleet and the Red Cloud Fairy Fixer is to be able to serve under Lei Cheng Tiger.

Lei Chenghu, the “god of war", is the only Empire Admiral willing to go back and forth with them, the miscellaneous army, to wage a decisive battle together.

And for their benefit, those guys in the rear Expeditionary Battalion with their nostrils in their brains blew their beards and smashed their tables.

Even on a number of occasions, General Ray himself led the fleet by intercepting large quantities of material destined for the fleet of the four main electoral emperors' families, giving them priority in supplying them with these miscellaneous armies.

It was the first time General Lei Chenghu had let them know that they, the "Miscellaneous Army", could scold the stars and sea, and they were obsessed.

It was the first time General Lei Chenghu had informed them that the “Empire” was not merely synonymous with extortion and extortion, but was truly glorious and glorious.

It is the first time General Lei Chenghu has informed them that their mission and the sacred significance of this war is not only to find a way to live for the Red Clouds, but also for the tens of millions of empires - otherwise everyone is doomed!

It was under the command of General Lei Chenghu that the Red Cloud fleet and dozens of miscellaneous armies, local armies and mixed fleets quenched hundreds of battle elites from the people of Uhe, defeating the Great Star Sea of War III!

Now that the dawn of victory has slowly risen across the star sea, much of this dawn has been exchanged for hundreds of miscellaneous armies like the Red Cloud fleet at countless sacrifices, and it is time to honour the pledges made by the four main Emperors before the war!

The Red Cloud Fairies do not expect to occupy a great thousand worlds in the New Light Recovery Area - after all, their nest Red Cloud is too far away. The spirit consumed by a jump in the star sea is astronomical numerals. Economically, the cost of maintaining close links between the two distant worlds is too high. Any resource extraction and business dealings will be defeated in the face of incalculable costs.

Ayun repair fairies are self-aware, they only want to sacrifice more than a decade of blood, the spiritual extinction of countless sons, in exchange for some permanent preferential policies, or divide a spoon in the empire's great development of the New Light Restoration World, for example, owning part of the shares of the development group, gaining exclusive rights in a certain field, that's all.

This is a very just condition, not greedy at all, General Lei Chenghu promised them with his breasts patted, he will help them win!

The Red Cloud Fixer believes in Lei Chenghu.

So even if they work hard to clean up the mess left by the Allies' scorched earth strategy on this extremely hot, all-out planet of magma resources, every time countless sons of them fall into the magma and become dead bones, they bite their teeth and persist, just for the sake of an infinitely better new life in the near future!

But...

It's broken. Their dreams are broken!

Fraud, conspiracy, treachery again, crossing the river to dismantle the bridge again!

The Four Major Election Emperors had no intention of fulfilling their pre-war commitments. Otherwise, how could such a strange "blood league event” have erupted? Shortly after the assassination of the elder, a large number of members of the "Special Investigation Committee” rushed to various battle areas on the front line to investigate what “militants in the army” were in the fleet, making a chicken flying dog jump, the wind roaring!

Drunken monks do not mean alcohol, ostensibly investigating Blood League events, catching militants in the army, but actually doing everything possible to weaken them, splitting them up and making them slowly, using all sorts of shameless schemes, overturning pre-war commitments, kicking them back to their homes, and not even trying to salvage a little oil and water.

The Red Cloud Fixer's sense of smell was acute, and the first thing he noticed was the plot hidden behind the "Blood League Event”.

They want to get an idea from General Lei Chenghu, but they hear a clear sky thunderbolt - General Lei Chenghu is missing on his way to Didu, most likely under house arrest by the Senate or even a secret trial, even the Thunder Fleet could be unloaded eight blocks and swallowed up by the families of the four electorate emperors!

Is there anything more ridiculous and shameful in the universe?

“God of War" Lei Chenghu, the empire fought back the most hard work, did the most dirty work, hard work, what is called "Empire Pillar Stone” general, not only did not get the honor and status, but when the war just ended, the rear rape and Xiao Xiao Xiao secret trial!

The Red Cloud Fixed Immortal left anger, but there was nothing he could do. He had to admit that in front of the copper wall of the family of four major election emperors, his group of dragonless “hillbillies” could not make half the wind wave. He could only be slaughtered like a pig and dog!

“Lieutenant General Wei, see clearly, this is the list of blood alliance members and radicals lying deep in the Red Cloud fleet. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. ”

On the bridge of the Red Cloud flagship of the Red Cloud fleet, the three-dimensional stereoscopic light curtain gathered into a tiny man with a pointy-mouthed monkey's cheek and a pale face. He wore the skeleton badge of the "Special Investigation Commission” on his chest, his eyes scorned and cold, and he shouted, “Your Third Ward is the most heavily infiltrated war zone by radicals. All fleets deployed in the Third Ward must conduct a strict self-examination and hand over all radicals and those involved in the Blood League, no matter what the level involved, no less!

“Remember, you have twenty hours to prove your loyalty to the Empire and the House of Lords, and within twenty hours, I will see all the people on the list appearing on my ship in one hair or another.

“If it's less than half, I highly doubt if the radicals will spread to the higher echelons of the Red Cloud fleet, for example… beside you!

“General Lei Chenghu is already undergoing secret review by the Special Commission of Inquiry. I'm sure he will be in Tidu shortly, supporting all decisions of the Senate and the Special Commission of Inquiry. Lieutenant General Wei, don't get yourself wrong! ”

The little man with the pointy-mouthed monkey's beak didn't even salute the military ceremony, and he disappeared into the light.

“Boom!”

He just disappeared, and there was a deafening roar coming from the console.

Yet Wei Guanghui, the commander of the Red Cloud fleet who bit his teeth, punched the console out of the big pit, and each finger seam “whistled” smoke.

“Son of a bitch, a golden rat from the precinct, came to my fleet with a starship and dared to talk to me like that! ”

Wei Guanghuan's face was red and his anger was unstoppable. The blood vessels on the temple were almost bursting open. "I really hurried you, I unloaded eight pieces of you and broke the corpse to piece--”

At this moment, the humiliating leader of the Red Cloud realm really gave birth to the idea of "killing the commissioner of the commission of inquiry with his brothers into the Alliance”.