If an accident occurs during such fast racing, even a super soldier whose physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people is still in danger of death.
The person who can save a super soldier is usually another super soldier. Pengyi immediately discovered the anomaly of Kunzhao. At this time, his anti-gravity speedboat was also moving forward rapidly. Any turn would make Pengyi follow in the footsteps of Kunzhao.
He hit it on the chest, and the seat ejected him instantly. Before the parachute opened, the dagger on his leg flew up under the control of Psionics, and he caught it in his hand and threw it out.
In such a high-speed environment, the dagger accurately penetrated Kunmao's chest and activated Kunmao's ejection seat.
After losing their pilots, the two anti-gravity speedboats lost control, crashed, and exploded, leaving two piles of black smoking wreckage on the sand.
Two parachutes float in the sky and slowly fall against the sunset, seeming to symbolize the future destiny of Stellaris Council.
"Kunmao, you don't want to live anymore. You can still be distracted at this time. Fortunately, I have sharp eyesight and quick hands. It is a shame for a soldier to die in an accident instead of on the battlefield."
Hearing Peng Yi's scolding, Kunmao, who was a little frightened, woke up from the hallucination just now. "Thank you, brother, it would be great if all our allies could be as reliable as you."
"Huh, be careful next time." Pengyi saw Kunmao pull out the dagger inserted into his chest. The wound was still deep, but the muscle tissue of the super soldier would soon secrete corresponding substances, allowing the wound to heal quickly.
For a super soldier, the damage caused by the blade sinking into the hilt of the chest can only be regarded as a skin injury.
"There are still five days of vacation. You can take the time to see a psychiatrist. You can also go to Guardians 1 and 3 to visit our allies. The Silicon Alliance should be very reliable, but the Zeluo people..."
"What's wrong with the people of Zeluo?" Kunmao heard the overtone of the words. Pengyi had participated in many battlefields and was recently transferred to Guard 2. He was also very keen and could always grasp some key details.
"I don't know either. Their behavior is the same as usual, but my Psionics perception tells me that they have changed. I can't tell what exactly happened." Peng Yi's words became vague.
"Perhaps it's your illusion. There have been a lot of ghost-like things recently. Just like just now, I just saw an illusion. Many of my dead brothers and comrades-in-arms flashed through my mind." Kun Mao was very tired and expressed a guess of his own.
"Hey, I hope so. Of the three permanent members, only one Silicon Alliance is reliable. The future of the Galaxy is too bleak." He didn't quite accept Kun Mao's statement, but Peng Yi didn't refute him directly.
"Aren't there four permanent members? I was the one who got stabbed, not you. Why is your brain still not clear?" Weak as he was, Kunmao still had to complain.
"You are out of your mind. You don't think those starfish can be compared with us. You know what they have been doing in the past six months. The domestic politics are in chaos and the people have no sense of crisis. They have gathered a lot of resources and went to find their big daddy in the galaxy."
Even through the communicator, Kunmao could hear the disdain in Pengyi's voice, and he seemed to be able to see Pengyi's expression of contempt for the Randall people.
"..." Kunmao was silent. It is true that the Randal people are not a very respectable civilization. Their history is almost as long as the Zeluo people, but they rarely face and survive crises alone.
The reason why their country can exist and become a permanent member of the Security Council is mainly because they are inextricably linked to the stagnant holy power in the galaxy.
The third-level civilization with stagnant holy power has a social structure and population very similar to that of the Gestalt civilization. They are both based on the population of intelligent people and supercomputers planning the social structure.
However, the Stasis Holy Power rarely communicates with outside civilizations. They exist quietly, and there are also some civilizations near them.
These civilizations regard themselves as vassals of the stagnant holy power and live a low-speed development and pastoral life. As for them, whether they are vassals is debatable, but no Stellaris Council civilization dares to attack them at the diplomatic cost of angering the stagnant holy power.
It is said that the Randal people were once one of these satellite civilizations. However, they themselves have neither admitted nor denied it, so this is just a rumor.
For such a civilization, Antilians, which founded its country on the basis of war and iron blood, will naturally have some contempt for it and a sense of superiority in terms of status.
"As an enemy, I would rather step on a slippery starfish (Randall people) than an iron lump (Silicon Alliance), because it is soft enough." After finishing speaking, Peng Yi burst out laughing.
This time Kunmao also smiled. A civilization that only knows how to rely on others cannot be called great, nor does it deserve the respect of super warriors.
Their ridicule was not wrong. The Randal people were indeed facing a very embarrassing situation now. In the ring world where the Holy Power was stagnant, Meta, the Randal ambassador, looked at the robot terminal in front of him in disbelief.
"Why? Aren't we bringing more resources than last time? How come we only have one battleship in exchange?"
"Because the timing is wrong, the final defense protocol has been activated. We have a premonition of the coming crisis. In order to protect the entire galaxy, we need every strength."
"Final agreement thanks you for your support. Every resource here means that in the near future, we will have one more bargaining chip to win the war in heaven." The flashing blue terminal explained the reason with an emotionless mechanical voice.
Meta's face turned pale when he heard the words "War in Heaven". He knew what this word meant. In their history, they were the survivors of the last War in Heaven.
It's a bit flattering to say that they are survivors. In fact, they were already extinct, but before they were exterminated, some scientific pioneers hid the genes of the Randall people's ancestors.
As time went by, the Randall talents slowly re-evolved and shaped civilization. Their original appearance was not that of starfish, but that of fleshy sea anemones. However, ancestors with this appearance can only be seen in the circulated data cards.
The Randall people entered the starry sky through archeology. During the development of their civilization, they discovered a crashed starship deep in the desert.
The contents of the spaceship have been washed away by the torrent of time, and many things have decayed and been lost. Only one of the most precious boxes has been preserved.
Originally, the Randall people thought that it would be very difficult to crack such an alien creation. Unexpectedly, when they took off their gloves and touched the box with their hands, there was a flash of silver light and the box was opened.