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A Sith Warrior¡¯s Teaching Career Part 3 Starless Night (Part 2a)

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    The normal lighting has been extinguished, and the red emergency lighting, piercing bells, and large electric sparks that flashed from time to time made the entire passage a nightmare-like scene.

    With a movement of his fingers, Dimitri Alexander Kanamin held on to the metal wall and got up from the ground.  After spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, the symptoms of tinnitus improved a little.  .

    I don¡¯t know where the hat has gone.  It would be impossible to find it under such conditions.  The embarrassed Strategic Rocket Force captain shouted loudly.

    "Potter!"

    "Alive¡ª¡ª"

    ¡°Lukin¡­Alexander Lukin!¡±

    "Alive"

    ¡­¡­

    All seven people agreed.  This made him let out a long sigh.

    There should have been five more people, but the soldiers who were eating at the same table as him four hours ago had turned into cold corpses - they were not those who had the ability to forcibly break into military communication lines and did what they said.  The "enemy" who arrived, used artillery fire from the sky with unimaginable power to put Carnamin in his current embarrassing state.

    They turned into something neither human nor ghost, just like the legendary vampires.  Just like the legend, if a living person is bitten by them, they will turn into the same thing.

    Fear and anger can make even the most well-trained soldiers lose their usual calmness and reason.  When the superiors issued the order "Our country is under a comprehensive biological weapons attack, this is a war-immediately use nuclear weapons to fight back", Canamine, the commander of railway mobile strategic nuclear weapons, immediately executed it without any hesitation.  There was no scruple in the communication that was forcibly cut in from halfway and demanded "stop the launch process immediately, otherwise we will carry out high-orbit bombing."

    Then, it became like this.

    Stopped on the railway, the train, which had just completed its missile erection operation, rolled several times like a child's toy in front of the violent shock wave.  The fragile connections between the carriages were violently severed, and each carriage weighed hundreds of tons of armored trains flying out, scattered across the desolate and peaceful Siberian wasteland.

    Carnamin¡¯s back was pressed against the slanted carriage wall and he slowly slid down.  He originally thought he would wave his fists and scream at the night sky with a few more bright stars - this was probably the only thing he could do now.  However, the feeling of powerlessness rising from the bottom of his heart made him only breathe out a hollow breath.

    This world is probably about to end.

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    "¡­¡­yes."

    In the control room, standing in front of the electronic sand table, she has a delicate face and thin brown short hair. She is wearing a small female bridge officer uniform - that is to say, a flat cap with an arrow cluster-shaped cap badge and "santesofia".  The girl wearing a jacket-style top with sleeves and a short skirt that was as long as her knees used a laser pen to draw a big red cross on the electronic sand table.

    "Is this the last one?"

    The questioner is a tall man.  Without a hat, the lines on his face are neither as obvious as those of Europeans and Americans, nor as soft as those of Orientals. There is a special sense of integration.  The gray coat was casually placed on the corner of the electronic sandbox, and the arms folded in front of his chest looked unusually thick even under the jacket-like uniform.

    "It's the last one Misaka answered in the affirmative after comparing the database."

    The answerer is another girl.  The girl who has been following the man like an attendant has the exact same face and outline as the girl in military uniform next to her.

    This is actually a very natural thing.  Because all Misaka sisters share the same genetic code.

    If there is a difference, then it is probably their completely different clothes.

    Sister Misaka, who was in a state of consciousness when she was handed over to Asbyn, was wearing the Tokiwadai Middle School uniform - a long-sleeved silk shirt and a gray pleated skirt, just like the original genetic Misaka Mikoto.  It is a sleeveless woolen vest.  I don't know if it's because Aleister is too stingy, but the "accessories" of clothes for those dormant Misaka sisters are simply blank.

    The number of military uniforms stored on the St. Sophia is not large, but there are only a few people such as the helmsman Narcissus and the gunnery sergeant Kukunoya Kureha who are suitable for Misaka's sister's figure.  If Lindy Harlowen, the "general affairs" admiral, hadn't extended a helping hand in time, Asbyn wouldn't have been able to get enough clothes for more than nine thousand Misaka sisters even if he turned his battleship upside down.  If they are required to perform duties as newborns

    He aspein-vi

    Tanen is neither a lolicon nor a pervert;I have no desire to be torn to pieces by my apprentice, adopted daughter and their friends; I don¡¯t want to be obliterated by the magical girls of love and justice.

    "Where are the casualties?"

    This time, Miss Misaka, who was wearing Tokiwadai school uniform, was silent for a second or two and then answered:

    "According to the intelligence from eavesdropping, no one has died yet."

    "It's settled."

    Asbyn pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand and let out a tired breath.

    ¡°It¡¯s really amazing.¡±

    Executive Officer Velosa-Ax from the Space-Time Administration Headquarters expressed heartfelt admiration.

    In just two hours, all nuclear bomb-launching vehicles on the planet, including silos, railway and road mobile missiles, surface ships, nuclear submarines, strategic air forces, etc., were all under the power of rail guns perched high in synchronous orbits.  Surrendering avoids the fate of those humans who survived the invasion of highly infectious and lethal pathogens in different time and space, but died under the most advanced killing weapon of their own civilization.

    ??If you consider that during this process, the man in front of you and his subordinates worked hard to reduce casualties to the minimum, it is even more difficult.

    No one was injured, that was a beautiful fantasy.  Those headquarters bureaucrats who never go to the front line will probably hold on to this and hold annoying hearings afterwards.

    But if you stick to verbal persuasion and let the nuclear bomb be launched, for those Itron Vs that have been put together hastily and have barely enough computing power and communication bandwidth to operate the sentry cannon to intercept the nuclear warhead is extremely difficult.  The severe test is many, many times more difficult than targeted bombing.  And those bureaucrats will definitely get into trouble as well.

    "Vilosa, Mr. Velosa?"

    "Ah, yes."

    Velosa, immersed in his own thoughts, straightened up in a hurry.

    "How's the situation?"

    Although Asbyn did not specifically point out "which" situation, Velosa still answered:

    "Yes. No trace of infection was found in either the vaccine group or the control group."

    Asbyn frowned:

    ¡°There are actually so many differences among species?¡±

    "Yes, I think it's probably due to the difference in energy background After all, their bodies can withstand high-voltage current, which should be quite different from humans in this plane."

    ¡­¡­

    No one noticed that behind Asbairn, Misaka, who had been following him since landing, had a horrifying murderous look in her narrowed eyes.

    It¡¯s just a moment.  After that, she lowered her eyes again and returned to the expressionless expression of wearing a plaster mask.

    However, the palms of her hands that she held tightly had traces of whiteness and even blood oozing from her fingernails.

    Looking sideways, two other figures in the room, with the same face and outline as hers, but wearing the gray uniforms of Saint Sophia, came into her view.

    Although the girls did not stop working for even a millisecond, and their faces were as expressionless as wearing masks, she, who had the same genetic factors and the same type of abilities as them, could sense their pure, as if  A baby loves its mother the same way.

    For a moment, her heart almost stopped beating in pain.

    In Academy City, these clones with the same genetic information as her are used for medical purposes, for research purposes in ability development, and as experimental pathways to break through the boundaries of level 6.

    It sounds like they are not treated as "human beings" at all.

    And the man in front of her, this man who is more suitable to be a gold medal fighter of the Yakuza than a teacher, has helped her and her friends do so many things. Teacher Ogawa is still treating her like an animal for drug testing.  Divide hundreds of Misaka clones into vaccine groups and control groups, and organize the control group with no immunity into ground operations.

    When she thought of this, the girl named Misaka Mikoto couldn't help but want to use electric current to roast the guy in front of her.

    But now she has to be patient.

    For those sisters who call themselves sisters, she must endure it until¡ª¡ª

    "Umthis is it?"

    Velosa¡¯s eyes suddenly turned to the side.

    "Huh"

    Asbyn didn¡¯t answer, just closed his eyes.

    In the outer reaches of the solar system, which cannot be seen directly with the naked eye, and where ordinary astronomical telescopes are powerless, the door to space opens, and bright red light flow pours out like a flood - this energy flow, similar to an electromagnetic storm, is different.  energy backIt is an unavoidable phenomenon when the planes of scenes are connected to each other.

    Although the magicians responsible for "opening the door" of the Space and Time Administration have tried their best, the low energy levels of the two planes have allowed them to barely maintain the stability of the "door" that can allow a huge aircraft carrier to pass through.  , I have tried my best.

    This energy storm composed of countless lightning and high-temperature clumps came and went quickly.  The rolling fire cloud gradually spread to the surroundings and cooled, finally revealing the figure of the battleship wrapped in the middle.

    "Jump completed."

    On the bridge of Saint Sophia, Deputy Commander Sol-Iskar habitually made a loud report.

    After about a second, this old clone who always wore his military uniform neatly and had his gray hair always combed back from the front realized that Asbyn, the captain, was not on the ship.  on the bridge.

    Rarely, Thor, who was regarded as the embodiment of discipline and majesty by most of Saint Sophia's crew, had a slightly embarrassed expression on his scarred face.  However, it was only for a moment.

    The next moment, he turned his face to the smallest figure on the bridge.

    "The bow of the ship points to the third planet and accelerates to maximum combat speed! - Target, Earth!"

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