Snow Swallow Second Galaxy

Bridge of a T4 Star Emperor-class medium-sized aircraft carrier

Qin Longcheng was sitting in the captain's chair. He looked somewhat disheveled, with half of his hair turned gray.

The adjutant beside him, looking at the marshal who seemed to be in poor spirits, swallowed hard with some concern.

In the past few days, he has witnessed Marshal Qin Longcheng transform from a domineering and dashing imperial marshal into his current somewhat dejected state.

If it weren't for the imperial military uniform he was wearing and the five-star marshal badge on his chest, people who saw him for the first time would probably find it hard to believe that he was an imperial marshal.

It all started when Marshal Qin Longcheng ordered the release of that Zerg virus into the surrounding star systems.

"Cough cough cough..." Qin Longcheng suddenly coughed violently, and he grabbed a handkerchief to cover his mouth.

When the coughing stopped, Qin Longcheng put down the handkerchief and noticed a red stain on it.

Upon seeing this, the adjutant hurriedly said, "Marshal, you are not feeling well. I will immediately fetch a physician for you."

"Stop! I know what's wrong with my body."

"There's no need to call a doctor," Qin Longcheng said with a gloomy face.

The adjutant froze in place, partly out of concern for the marshal's health, and partly out of fear of disobeying his orders.

Because the marshal's emotions have been very unstable these past few days, some crew members were even shot dead on the spot by the marshal for disobeying a single word he said.

One of them was even on the bridge!

Although he was the adjutant, no one could guarantee what the marshal might do in his current mental state.

Qin Longcheng threw away the handkerchief. He knew his condition; he was indeed ill, but not physically, but mentally.

He already has inner demons.

From the moment that order was given, inner demons were already present.

Those trillions of living beings will torment him continuously before he goes to hell.

"What is the current situation on the battlefield?"

"Can you guarantee that the Dragon Legion won't come here?" Qin Longcheng asked grimly.

The adjutant immediately replied, "As the Marshal instructed, I have drawn all the mutated insectoids cultivated in the surrounding star systems onto the route of the Wyvern Legion's attack."

According to our latest intelligence, the three legions of the JF-17 are now surrounded by hundreds of millions of mutated Zerg. They can barely defend themselves, let alone invade our territory.

Qin Longcheng closed his eyes.

That would naturally be the best.

Your Majesty... I will protect you...

"Report, breaking news!"

The Dragon Legion has broken through the Eric Galaxy and entered the galactic boundary space where our galaxy meets!

Based on the speed of the T3 interstellar warships of the Xiaolong Legion, they are expected to enter our star system in five hours!

At the same time, a large number of mutated insectoids followed behind them.

"Those mutated insectoids have completely spiraled out of control and are expected to follow the Wyvern Legion into our star system!" A communications officer suddenly reported this news.

The adjutant's body stiffened, and he looked nervously at Marshal Qin Longcheng, who was leaning back in the captain's chair with his eyes closed.

A few minutes passed.

The adjutant did not hear a sound from Marshal Qin Longcheng.

He swallowed hard, walked to Qin Longcheng's side, and whispered, "Marshal..."

The next second, Qin Longcheng suddenly sprang up and grabbed the adjutant by the throat.

The adjutant's feet were off the ground, and his face was flushed red from suffocation.

He also saw that Marshal Qin Longcheng's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was like that of a devil.

"What did he just say?!"

"Marshal...I...I..." The adjutant couldn't speak, and his eyes were about to roll back.

Suddenly, he felt a rush of oxygen into his respiratory tract, and then he collapsed to the ground.

Before he could even recover, he knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head, and said humbly and nervously, "Reporting to the Marshal!"

We just received the latest intelligence: the Dragon Legion is expected to enter our star system in five hours.

Our plan...failed.

"Hahahaha...hahaha...hahaha..." Marshal Qin Longcheng laughed maniacally.

Everyone on the bridge was looking down at their work. Even those who didn't have anything to do pretended to be working and didn't dare to look at the marshal.

"I used...I used my lifelong reputation, and trillions...of the lives of living beings..."

Incredible... incredible... incredible, they couldn't even stop the Dragon Squad!

Why! Why!

"Tell me why!" Marshal Qin Longcheng, in a fit of madness, kicked his kneeling adjutant repeatedly.

The adjutant lay on the ground, not daring to move, even though his body was in great pain, he dared not make a sound.

"Marshal... The Dragon Legion suddenly appeared out of nowhere... A large number of interstellar missile ships, relying on their tiered attack, managed to tear a gap in the encirclement of the mutated insectoid race."

According to observations from our dispatched interstellar reconnaissance ships...

"The JF-17 Legion has launched at least one million...T3-level interstellar missiles!" the communications officer said, forcing a smile.

"Interstellar missile ship...one million...interstellar missile ship?" Qin Longcheng seemed to have become much more awake at this moment.

He walked up to the holographic interstellar war sand table, which was based on the interstellar war model of his own star system.

"From which direction did the Dragon Legion enter our star system?" Qin Longcheng questioned.

The adjutant coughed up blood as he got up and staggered to Qin Longcheng's side. Based on the intelligence data at hand, he made some edits on the interstellar war sandbox.

They joined the attack route of the JF-17 Legion.

"How much combat power does the Xiaolong Legion have left?" Qin Longcheng asked again.

The adjutant cautiously replied, "So far, the Dragon Legion has lost approximately five hundred interstellar warships..."

However! It can be inferred that the JF-17 Legion consumes a great deal of combat resources.

Moreover, their soldiers must be exhausted after such a long period of intense combat.

We, on the other hand, were well-rested and had the upper hand!

"They only lost five hundred ships... and a large number of interstellar missile ships... Do you know how many interstellar missiles they have left?" Qin Longcheng looked at his adjutant.

The adjutant lowered his head this time, and said tremblingly, "This...this...we don't know either..."

"That's right, the interstellar missile is the JF-17 Legion's trump card."

"We had received intelligence beforehand that a large portion of the warehouses on their interstellar transport and supply ships were used to store interstellar missiles." Marshal Qin Longcheng seemed to have truly come to his senses, and did not fly into a rage due to the lack of intelligence.

Instead, they calmly analyzed the situation.

"No matter what, we must hold this place to the death."

"Since the Dragon Legion wasn't wiped out by the mutated insectoids, then let me destroy them with my own hands!" Qin Longcheng's bloodshot eyes were filled with killing intent!