"You finally woke up," said Ianti.

"How long have I slept?"

"A week," said Ianti, "you encountered a creature called 'Dream Burial', which brought you into infinite nightmare and sinking into it all day long."

Zheng Qi got up from the bed and found that the wound on his right arm was oozing blood. It was cut by a stone, but it was not in the way. He tried hard to recall.

On that planet, he wandered around as usual, but encountered a strange flower in the grass, which was beautiful but could not see clearly. When he was attracted and approached, he felt that all this was perfect, and finally immersed in it without any perception, until now he woke up.

"Brother, are you okay?" Song Yayu asked.

"Of course it's okay," said Ianti, "he was intact."

Zheng Qi nodded, as if they were worried.

"It's an alien invading creature," Ianti explained, who enlarged the holographic images, "They're the same as a bunch of tricky aliens, but at least we escaped."

"Everyone left?" Zheng Qi asked. He knew the consequences of falling into a nightmare. At least he had survived there for seven years without realizing it. He almost fell into it. You know that the working frequency of his head is not comparable to that of ordinary people, but he was a little surprised that others could escape so quickly.

They didn't say anything. Zheng Qi didn't ask much. With Ianti there, maybe there was no big problem.

But after leaving that dangerous planet, they can only continue to wander in the days to come.

When is the end of the race against time?

Ten years? Twenty years? One hundred years?

The low-temperature freezing keeps everyone's physical functions at an extremely vigorous level. Time flies by, and their days gradually become mechanical - they look for the next planet, and then there may be a fight. They continue to fight. After the end, the warships conduct fault space movements. They all freeze in low-temperature until the next battle, and they will continue to wake up.

Time has no meaning.

They kept repeating a set of actions - searching, fighting, sleeping, jumping, continuing to search, fighting... endlessly, they were like a group of hungry predators, constantly searching, never stopping for a moment. Before they knew it, time had passed a hundred years, and it was impossible to tell how much it was.

But Zheng Qi lived in a trance in his dream.

All the familiar people around him disappeared. Even though the freezing technology kept them young forever, they were tired of the continuous battles. They began to miss their hometown, they began to miss the days when there were people, and they were no longer interested in the tense fighting rhythm. In other words, except for rest, they fought for forty or fifty years. Can you imagine that more than 40 years of life were in battle all the time? That would cause a person to collapse. But Zheng Qi could not stop all this. He felt a little crazy. He chased that goal fiercely, and he believed that sooner or later he would be able to return to the end.

Someone took off their armor, some put down their weapons... When those familiar people said goodbye to him in front of Zheng Qi, his cold heart no longer felt anything. He wanted to cry, but he had no tears. He had lost everything. As they said this, they began to long for a peaceful life, they longed to grow old like ordinary people; they longed to embrace the green nature, and birds flew in the jungle. They were no longer facing the metal cabin; they were no longer facing the dark universe; they were no longer facing the weapons that could destroy planets at any time... Even combat machines would collapse one day, and they were really tired.

Zheng Qi nodded in agreement. He could not keep them, and he would not force anyone. In the years of war, the alliance has reached a terrifying level - they have more than 100,000 warships, dozens of complex race planets belong to the overlords! There are more countless reserve legions! Wherever they go, there are civilizations sweeping away. They are unstoppable and unrivaled, and they have truly experienced the feeling of being cold at high places!

Zheng Qi closed his eyes. He is now over 100 years old, but his physiological age is only in his fifties. The low-temperature freezing technology left by Ianti finally made his life in an extremely slow time. The average life span of humans is also greatly extended.

Several transport ships left with their dark blue tails, and they rushed to a world with atmosphere, air, and beautiful nature in the distance. Zheng Qi watched them leave. These brothers who had been with him for decades have now disappeared by their side.

"Your Majesty, we are preparing for the next space jump." A floating alien bowed and said, "You should also move to the freezer."

The servant spoke carefully. His Majesty was moody recently. A few days ago, he personally executed a group of subordinates. He maintained his supreme authority as the overlord. He was like a god, over all life. However, only when he was alone did he realize how humble he was. He won every battle and was unrivaled, but time could easily seize his life, but he could never fight against the opponent of Time.

Zheng Qi did not look at him and turned around and left here. Behind him was a large group of trepidated servants, who were afraid that when His Majesty would be unhappy, they would put them into a vacuum world full of rays and unstable plasmas, allowing them to slowly feel their death. No one is not afraid of death, and aliens are no exception.

He lay on the frozen bed, picked up a book beside him and flipped through it.

"From Man to God - Emperor Ngao", what a familiar book, published on more than 100 planets controlled by the Alliance, a total of hundreds of billions of people have studied this book, but what about the familiar? Within a few seconds of the countdown to freeze, a few crystal tears fell from his eyes. What about the human, what about the people I am familiar with? He didn't have time to think about it, his expression was frozen, and the tears turned into ice crystals, which were still hanging on his face.

Other aliens pretended that they had seen nothing, and they continued to fulfill their responsibilities.

His mind stopped, but the warship continued to run in the endless space.

Although he rested, the overlord's career would not stop. All races in the alliance knew that they had only one goal, that is, the world above the national flag - a place called Earth, a place they had never been to - all those who had been to have disappeared. But their emperor needed to return there, and their emperor hoped to die there, so they had to execute it!

He got everything, everything that was enviable. But in the end no one shared it with him, and he was always enjoying it alone.

He can no longer tell whether this is an illusory dream or a real thing.
Chapter completed!