The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement - Chapter 172

In 2511, the star of the M31 galaxy will experience a catastrophe in the future.

An asteroid with a diameter of 40 kilometers, enough to destroy Jinxing, will hit Jinxing in a year.

Scientists predicted this.

Then, in the panic of the world, the supreme chairman of this planet announced the end-time self-help plan.

Every ten days, a fleet is sent to space to throw nuclear bombs on the asteroid, with the aim of smashing the asteroid’s orbit and saving Jinxing.

This task is too difficult for ordinary people to complete.

It must be executed by sentinels with strong physical fitness and combat effectiveness.

But the high casualties of this plan are staggering.

It was not until half a year later that a dark sentinel was born, and the fleet he led created a miracle of ten missions with zero deaths.

However, the fleet encountered an accident during its last mission.

Obviously it was dropped according to the calculated number of nuclear bombs, but the asteroid was blown up.

This is a blessing for Jinxing, because there is no need to worry about being hit by an asteroid, and the debris will turn into a magnificent meteor swarm in a few months and streak across the night sky.

But for the Sentinels who were on the mission at the time, the dazzling light and heat generated by the planetary explosion was a tribute to their martyrdom.

The huge impact and the meteorites smashed from the front destroyed almost all the warships, turning the space here into a silent tomb.

After Jin Xing learned the news, he immediately mobilized global forces to carry out rescue efforts, and brought the still alive back to Jin Xing at all costs.

half a month later.

A silver-white hover car parked in front of Chu Shi Pagoda.

The door slowly slid open, and a man in high Martin boots, a white military uniform, golden epaulets and cuffs got out of the car.

Wei Lingyun has been waiting for a long time, and hastily stepped forward: “Colonel Mu.”

Mu Zhiming decided to salute, “General Wei.”

Wei Lingyun: “Although you have come all the way from the M87 galaxy, the situation is urgent and I can’t let you rest.”

Mu Zhiming: “It doesn’t matter, let’s talk as we walk.”

“Okay.” Wei Lingyun brought Mu Zhiming into Chu Shita, “You should already understand the situation.”

“Yes.” Mu Zhiming nodded.

A week ago, Jin Xing rescued six damaged battleships, with eleven sentinels alive on the battleships.

Due to such a terrifying and terrifying disaster in an instant, too much pain and fear surged up, breaking the mental barriers of all the sentries at that time.

So for a moment, these living sentries felt the pain and despair of their teammates when they died.

And not just once, but tens of thousands of times.

Because tens of thousands of people died.

Sentinels have extremely sensitive five senses, so although these lucky ones survived, they were also crushed by the pain of death from their comrades.

At this time, a guide is needed to calm the emotions of the sentinels and provide them with spiritual counseling.

Among the eleven sentinels, five have their own guides. The combination of guides and sentries made their treatment very smooth.

The other five sentinels did not have their own guides, but Chu Shita did not lack S-level guides with outstanding abilities, so they were slowly recovering.

But there was one sentinel who became an exception.

“No one can enter his mental picture?” Mu Zhiming repeated in surprise when he heard Wei Lingyun’s words.

“Yes.” Wei Lingyun let out a long sigh.

“Isn’t the S-level guide too?” Mu Zhiming asked.

“No.” Wei Lingyun said, “All of Jinxing’s S-level guides have tried it.”

“How is that possible.” Mu Zhiming wondered, “Did he ever lose his guide? Otherwise, now that he has a mental breakdown, he should be extraordinarily eager for the guide’s spiritual counseling. How can the spiritual picture be impregnable unless he is unwilling to do so. Accept the spiritual guidance of the guide.”

“On the contrary, this sentry not only has no guide of his own.” Wei Lingyun, “He even only did one spiritual counseling after awakening.”

“What?” Mu Zhiming was stunned, “Could this sentinel be the one in the rumors…”

“Yes.” Wei Lingyun nodded, “Dark Sentinel.”

Mu Zhiming: “How many days has he had a mental breakdown?”

Wei Lingyun: “It’s been seven days since Jinxing was rescued.”

“Seven days!?” Mu Zhiming’s eyes widened, “It’s too dangerous, every second after that, he may die because of a mental breakdown.”

While they were talking, the two of them had reached the door of the silent room deep inside the tower.

The silent room is a room with only white noise, where the sentinels with sensitive five senses can meditate and be used for the sentinels to recuperate.

Wei Lingyun used the password and fingerprint to open the door of this silent room, the white door slowly slid open, and a shrill scream came from inside!

Wei Lingyun and Mu Zhiming immediately rushed in.

There is also a control room outside the silent room. The control room is brightly lit and has a console covered with buttons. Three medical staff in white coats are dragging a young man from the silent room and closing it quickly in panic. Quiet room door.

The man was covered in cold sweat, curled up on the ground shivering, and seemed to be greatly frightened.

“What happened!?” Wei Lingyun walked over and asked sharply.

“Admiral.” A medical staff said, “This S-level guide wanted to try to provide spiritual counseling to the dark sentry in the silent room, but he entered the silent room, and his spiritual realm was attacked!”

“What? Attack?” Wei Lingyun was stunned. “When the S-level guide gave him spiritual counseling, it was only unsuccessful, and he was never attacked.”

The medical staff sighed, and he looked at the closed door of the silent room, “This sentinel is indistinguishable from me, I’m afraid he has gone crazy…”

Wei Lingyun blurted out: “Impossible!!!”

While the two were talking, Mu Zhiming squatted down, held the S-level guide’s wrist lightly, and the spiritual touch gently entered his spiritual realm, comforting, repairing, and comforting.

The S-rank guide stopped shaking and gradually calmed down.

Wei Lingyun grieved: “Is there no way to save Xiaoyan?”

Mu Zhiming stood up: “I’ll try it.”

Medical staff: “What? You also saw that even S-level guides will be attacked immediately if they enter the spiritual realm! You can’t go, you will be seriously injured, but there are dark sentinels inside!”

Mu Zhiming smiled and held the door handle of the silent room: “Is this dark sentinel the strongest sentinel on Jinxing?”

Paramedic: “Yes!”

Mu Zhiming: “It’s a coincidence, I’m the strongest guide on our planet.”

After saying this, Mu Zhiming opened the door and strode in.

In the quiet room, the lighting is soft, and the soothing sound of water and wind swayed by the ears, and Mu Zhiming looked up.

A man in a black military uniform sits with his head down on the ivory-padded chair in the center, his hands folded, his body leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

The man’s tattered military uniform was dark red and stained with dust marks, and white bandages were wrapped around his body.

Hearing the footsteps, the man slowly raised his head, and the moment his icy-cold eyes met Mu Zhiming’s eyes, a huge and almost human-tall giant wolf appeared out of nowhere and rushed over and knocked Mu Zhiming down heavily. On the ground!