The brilliance of the leap in front of me suddenly disappeared, and it was a battlefield filled with countless wars.

Several raids attacked from far and near, and the beams of light that blasted the two Cukorcan-class attack destroyers located in the rear of the Gatlantis Empire were swept across the sides of the Desra, causing Mir to subconsciously squint his eyes.

Fear, to him, does not exist.

Whether it was urging Desra to rush to the battlefield or now breaking out of the leap and joining this battlefield personally, Mir felt no fear.

Instead, the distance between him and Zorda was shortened again, causing a feeling of excitement in Mir's heart.

Yes.

Before the transition, Mir gave his own answer to the questions asked by Desra.

But as a member of the Gatlantis Empire and also as a Gatlantis who will inherit the name of Zoda in the future, how could Mir be willing to put himself outside the battlefield and watch Emperor Zoda lead the fleet to fight with the enemy?

"President Desra, the polluting fleet, is right ahead."

A resounding came from the spiritual network connected to Zorda, allowing Mir to urge Desra to take action again.

"Is that so? It seems that the Emperor can't wait. It's fine."

Desra did not look back at Mir, but raised her hand and pointed forward.

"Desra, Desra cannon, prepare! Let the expeditionary fleet accelerate forward and cover Desra!"

"Yes! Long live Desra!"

Desra's order made Mir slightly raised the corners of his mouth, but soon his face calmed down again.

"Well, Mirjun. The enemy seems to have a power that can bypass our communication network."

At this moment, Desra said with some meaning.

"Um?"

Mir was stunned, and Zorda's voice suddenly came to his mind.

"Mill, concentrate your spirit."

"Yes! The Emperor."

However, even if Mir was quickly focused, he could not resist the singing coming from afar.

“This…is this?!”

At this moment, Mill's pupils shook violently, and his spirit, which had been stable, suddenly became fluctuating.

"Sound? Where does the sound come from?"

Mir's eyes widened and stared at Desra in front of him.

Desra shook her head helplessly and raised her hand to point forward.

"Didn't I just say it? The enemy has a power that can bypass our communication network."

"What?!"

Mir's eyes froze, as if he noticed that there were some sparkling golden particles around him at some point.

When he subconsciously raised his hand to touch these golden particles, a singing that penetrated his heart reached his heart.

singing.

This is a singing voice that can illuminate a certain mood.

And in the singing, Mir seemed to have noticed an existence.

"who?!"

Mir subconsciously took steps and stared at the war-torn space battlefield ahead.

On the side of the battlefield covered by countless beams of light and missiles, there seemed to be someone calling him!!

"Well···"

In front of Scula, who was standing decently and dignified, Kasumi Tuoko, who was controlled on the seat, stared wide with her eyes and looked ahead with horror.

“No, no, no…”

“This…this is not true…”

"No···"

"I···"

"I...I am...Who am I?!!"

Skura silently watched Kamemutoko's every move, ready to stop Kamemutoko's self-harm at any time.

But just now, the clone who originated from an existence seemed to be trapped in a symptom called memory disorder.

"Skula, what's the situation?"

In the quantum network with the core of the mind, King Kong sent a question.

"As we speculated, Miss Mingmei's singing is awakening Kame Tokoko's memory. Now, it may take some time to calm Kame Tokoko down."

"Well, keep paying attention! In addition, let me tell Kanemetoko the news that the man's descendants have arrived on the battlefield."

King Kong thought about it and revealed the news he had just noticed.

"Abide by the order!"

After Scula agreed respectfully, she withdrew from the quantum network and watched again as she gradually returned to her calmness, but two lines of clear tears flowed down her face.

"You, are you devils? You actually have this confusing power? Why, why do you remind me of those memories? Why?"

"Miss Kamimetoko, it seems that you have remembered something. Then, please allow me to tell you a message. That person, the descendant of Emperor Zoda, has arrived at this battlefield with the fleet led by Abelte Desra, former president of the Gamyras Empire."

"What?!"

Guimutuko's eyes flashed and she looked at Scula in surprise.

Koskura said unmoved and said lightly.

"Miss Kanemetoko. Please do not need to continue to keep your disguise. We are already aware of your power, Zoda's power, and the power that your descendants have."

Scula turned sideways slightly and gave up the screen behind her.

"Now, it depends on your choice. Should you let the tragedy that was a thousand years ago repeat? Everything depends on your choice."

"That tragedy a thousand years ago?!"

Suddenly, Guimutuko's breathing became rapid and even suffocated.

The distant memories sleeping deep in the genes gradually awakened in Lin Mingmei's singing, constantly impacting Guimutuozi's spirit.

The blood-stained little hand, the baby who died in his arms, and the malice that put her, their mother and son to death, all awakened again today, a thousand years later, pushing her, the clone of the last Zemria, who was born thousands of years ago, Sphar Sabella, the beloved woman of Zoda, to the brink of collapse.

"ah!!!!"

The terrifying and sharp scream immediately shocked Mir, who was on the Desra bridge.

"Keep calm! Mill!!"

Just as he tried to pull the Desra and asked him to order the source of the sudden scream, Zorda's voice calmed Mir's somewhat confused spirit like thunder.

"Big, Emperor, what's that voice just now?"

Mir noticed Desra's eyes.

That was a puzzled look.

Mir slowly stood up and nodded at Desla.

"I'm fine, President Desra, continue your mission. Emperor Zoda is watching you."

"As the Emperor wishes!"

Desla bowed slightly behind, turned around, and continued to turn his eyes to the battlefield ahead.

"Mill. You don't need to pay attention to that voice. It's just a puppet that falls into an out-of-control puppet after being touched by certain taboos!"

"Is the out-of-control puppet? The Great Emperor. Sure enough, is the sound we hear now the evil thing that pollutes our Gatlantis Empire fleet?"

"You are right! That's an evil thing."

After responding to Mir's question, Zorda slowly lowered her eyes and looked at the silver witch who was standing in front of him in a daze, looking at him with tears in his face.

Those pair of longing and heartbroken eyes made Zoda's heart ripples.

He slowly reached out and put his hand on the other person's shoulder.

"You are the silver witch. You are a person who knows that [love will lead human beings astray]."

"Yes. I am the one who knows love. And you..."

Silver witch Sabella said softly.

The sound that made Zoda's heart ripples, just like a thousand years.

"No! No!! You are the silver witch Sabella! You are the messenger who executes the destruction of humanity!"

Zoda's expression gradually became excited.
To be continued...