Pegmount chose a good time to set out. As his army moved forward, the last afterglow of the red Death Star's setting sun shone in front of him, retreating as he advanced, just like his subjects facing the king, following each step.
Night followed him, like a growing silent abyss, gradually covering the desolate and endless surface of the foreign land.
The darkness is silent, covering the rolling mountains, endless isolated boulders, gravel and gravel, volcanoes and canyons, and also covering up the soil and footprints...
These are the footprints of a human warrior.
The footprints of the only human source energy weapon on the war planet fall alone in this desert that covers an area of more than 140 million square kilometers.
Extend... to the established battlefield. A battlefield that concerns the future destiny of two major ethnic groups and two civilizations.
The remnants of the Antarctic Big Point army have established a traction field here, which is probably almost completed. If they are not stopped, the next batch of Big Points will come here soon, and then the next batch... until here. It was completely occupied and became their base for an all-out attack on Blue Star.
That would be close.
"That's not okay. This place was obviously discovered by me, Pegmont, a human, and you. No one is allowed to monopolize it."
Pegmount muttered as he walked slowly and leisurely. In the past few months, he has successfully made himself a master at talking to himself, and even occasionally gets angry and can quarrel with his other self.
The T-type mothership was behind him and had long since disappeared.
In the past few months, this large pointed mothership has become a resting and sheltering place for Pegmont on this strange planet... This time, he probably will not come back again. This kind of separation Of course, there was no nostalgia, no stopping or looking back. Pegmont knew clearly that his true home would always be the blue planet full of life.
It was a land that I didn’t usually think of, but now I miss it very much.
"Whether we see each other again or not... I will fight for you." He looked up at the night sky and saw some stars beginning to appear on the horizon. Pegmont said to one of them casually.
The long hair was restrained, and the tail fell down diagonally. It was a bunch of pink hair. There is no pink color on the planet itself, at least not that Pegmount has seen.
Who can find a star said to be blue in the sky full of stars?
It doesn't matter, at least you can see a pink streak on Mars now.
It belongs to the Pink Peg, the mighty Pegmount Legion, and yes, even those bastards at Stream Sharp took the initiative to dye their Fire Moth badges crimson because of it.
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The last ray of light of the setting sun, like a reluctant lover, still stubbornly stays on the surface of the earth, probably at the final battleground.
About three kilometers away from the battlefield, the view is blocked by two rocky mountains. The wind picked up, and a sandstorm came from afar through the canyons in the mountains. The dense gravel kept hitting the face and body.
Pegmont stopped, stood in the wind and sand, took out the intercom from his waist, put it in his hand and looked at it.
"Hey, hey, can anyone hear me? I'm Pegmount. This is Mars, maybe. Those big spikes that escaped from the Antarctic built a traction field here..."
The loop call function set up on the intercom is still executing the instructions over and over again. Sound waves are transmitted out one after another, and then disappear silently into the depths of the universe.
There was still no response from the other end of the intercom.
"It's a pity that I can't even get through the phone in this damn place. Otherwise, we should have asked the dwarf Pochen and the amnesiac major to come over and salute the commander of the Pegmont Army."
Pegmount thought, laughing to himself.
I remember that on the day of my fifteenth birthday, at sunset, a stocky man in his thirties pulled him out of a crowd fighting on the street and asked him:
"You kid is very good at taking beatings. You're extraordinary. How about you? Are you interested in learning to be a superman?"
"Not interested." The fifteen-year-old Pegmont answered and jumped back into the fighting ring.
The short guy followed, knocking the fighters to the ground. Peg saw with his own eyes that someone stabbed him with a knife, and then the knife broke.
The fighting crowd fled wildly after being stunned and shocked. Only Peg was grabbed by the back of the collar and kept in place by the short guy.
"How about it? Are you interested in becoming Superman with me now?" the short guy asked again.
"I'm not interested. I want to be the boss of the Glen Block." Pegmont still refused.
"So that's it..." The short guy thought for a moment and said, "So, how about joining a gang? Are you interested in joining one of the most powerful and mysterious gangs in the world?"
"Really?!" Fifteen-year-old Peg was excited.
This is the beginning of all the stories of Wei Lan's only superpower with his own joke collection, the King of Death and the human hero, Dario Pegmont.
"You are the strongest genius in the history of mankind and the future number one god of war." Later, the short bastard always said this to him.
"Nonsense." Pegmont always answered like this. He always believed in this... Until one day later, Pegmont suddenly heard about another Chinese Asian bastard named Han Qingyu.
"Look for it here, you bastards. Please find it here."
After Peghunt murmured, he dug a hole under a boulder with a knife, built a solid space with stones, put the intercom that still maintained the loop call inside, sealed the hole, and covered it with sand.
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Clouds blocked the last ray of light as Pegmount stood up.
It's night, "It's time to go out and kill them."
Pegmount circled forward, passing through the canyon between two stone mountains. Under the cover of night, he finally stood on the decisive battlefield tonight.
In front of him, about less than a kilometer away, was the position guarded by the large pointed circular formation.
There were at least 10,000 spikes with red shoulders, blue and black armor. Among them, even the most common black-armored spike was much taller and burlier than Pegmont.
Therefore, when they are collectively wearing heavy armor and standing in layers, Pegmont's figure in comparison appears so small, fragile and lonely.
Moreover, there are not only large peak groups there, but also a black iron wall that has been built with the hull of a large and medium-sized source energy spacecraft as a defense.
The thick and tall iron wall surrounded the place in a complete circle, looking like a demon king's city under the cover of night.
At the same time, there were still a dozen large-pointed spaceships of different sizes hovering or cruising in the sky.
Less than one kilometer, measured by Pegmont's combat power, this is already a distance that can launch a surprise attack. However, the surprise attack was specifically chosen at night...
Pegmont hunched his body and moved forward carefully and slowly while observing, trying to find flaws.
It's just nightfall, don't be in a hurry.
"Here we come." The red shoulders in the distance looked at him nervously.
Of course, Pegmont didn't know that the big ones were looking at him until... "Shua", it was actually a silent scene, but there was light.
The moon came out, suddenly.
Not the moon seen by humans, but Mars' own moon, came out, and there were two of them.
The moonlight shone on the ground and on Pegmount's body.
In this case……
"Okay." Then we have to really set up the scene and have a confrontation between the two armies. An extraterritorial decisive battle between humans and Dajian, two major civilizations and populations.
Pegmont slowly straightened up, turned to his right side, and stood with the knife behind his back. Then, following his gaze, he raised his chin slightly... He stood up and looked straight ahead at the fortified city and thousands of troops.
