The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 313 Angel

Richard Piescher, the so-called "Iron Warrior," came from the 89th Army Corps, a rather famous expeditionary force of the Empire. The soldiers who came from it may not have experienced many battles, but their experience and knowledge were incomparable to those of ordinary regular army corps.

The Paisel is also a major surname in the central star sector, with many branches. The main branch is considered a second- or third-tier military and political family in the central star sector, with many members serving in the military or politics.

Richard Paischel was a member of the main branch, but not one of the favored ones. He earned his position in the expeditionary force through his own hard work. He was skilled in using fully armed heavy mechs, which could adapt to all kinds of extreme environments. At his peak, he could independently conduct a small-scale war with dozens of such mechs.

Due to family orders, he did not retire until his physical condition no longer allowed or he reached a certain age, like most soldiers. Instead, he left the army before he was 100 years old and returned to a normal life.

However, although he had left the military, he still couldn't forget his passionate combat career, nor could he sever ties with his comrades who had been with him for decades. So in his spare time, he would participate in various mecha competitions, and even find some retired colleagues who, like him, couldn't stand the quiet life to have a match with him.

Today marks the third time he has organized a Category A open tournament; previously, most of his events were small to medium-sized Category B tournaments.

"Thousand-Faced Mech" Angel Burgun is a bit older, but not by much, around a hundred years old. And in terms of combat record and experience, Richard is still far inferior to Angel.

Angel Bulgan was a commoner who rose through the ranks of the Third Army, eventually reaching the rank of Brigadier General. He was just one step away from earning a lifetime honorary rank and staying in the Central Sector to continue his career. However, in the last major battle before his retirement, Angel inexplicably fell seriously ill and was unable to participate. He was later injured in a pursuit operation and was unable to adapt to battlefield life any longer, ultimately choosing to retire.

He was called the Thousand-Faced Mech Warrior because he used a special type of mech—the transforming mech—for many years during his service. It belongs to the category of battlefield-specific mechs, combining the characteristics of animal-type mechs and standard mechs, but also having some features of composite mechs. In short, it is a type of mech with extremely complex construction.

These mechs place extremely high demands on the pilots and operators, requiring them to possess exceptional mental strength, adaptability, and sensory abilities. Even many soldiers who have undergone rigorous training since childhood find it difficult to master these mechs.

Angel's ability to master such a mech and become one of its representatives speaks volumes about the effort and hardships he endured. Moreover, he wasn't born into a family with a long military tradition, but rather into a civilian family with no military background for generations.

He didn't choose to join the military from the beginning; rather, he encountered a dramatic change in his youth and had no choice but to take the military route, and then he overcame many hardships along the way.

If someone chooses this path from a young age, their achievements will certainly not stop there.

Of course, there are many things in this world that cannot be known beforehand; it depends on one's fate. What is ordained by fate is beyond one's control.

Unlike Paisel, Angel also found it difficult to forget his life on the battlefield after retiring, and frequently participated in various public competitions. There were even rumors that he regularly participated in some underground tournaments organized by underground groups.

In a Class A match like today's, the opponent has participated countless times before and has a lot of experience winning, clearly having much more experience than his opponent today.

“…Zhou Xiuwen! What are you daydreaming about? We’ve got the stuff, let’s hurry up and go, it’s getting crowded,” Jiang Hui reminded him.

Zhou Xiuwen then realized that he had been lost in thought for quite a while and hadn't seemed to answer Jiang Hui's question. It was as if he had walked to the resource collection point in a daze.

He really was... his mind was too restless. He was indeed lacking in experience, just as his father had said. It seemed he needed to calm down and settle down. Zhou Xiuwen sighed inwardly, somewhat relieved that Jiang Hui didn't seem to be investigating his unusual behavior.

The other person was very clever. He followed the girl as if nothing had happened, casually telling her about the two main characters in today's competition.

As for Jiang Hui wanting to know who will win this match... who knows? But Zhou Xiuwen knows that there can only be one winner today.

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So what are the two main characters that Jiang Hui and the others are discussing doing right now?

At Exit R of the racecourse, turning into a rest area for participants, Angel pulled out his ever-present resin-based cigarette from his pocket. This was similar to tobacco, a product once very popular, offering a stimulating and slightly exhilarating effect, but without any harmful side effects.

The lounge was empty, with only one light on, making the environment dim.

The solitary beam of light shone on the person under the lamp, making them appear exceptionally lonely. Wisps of smoke rose, and the air was filled with a unique herbal fragrance found only in softwood trees. The smoke brushed against the person's cold and stern brows, further emphasizing a fleeting sense of melancholy.

The other person was clearly in a low mood at the moment.

Suddenly, there was a series of knocks on the door. The person on the sofa did not react immediately, but calmly tapped the cigarette holder, watching the smoke gradually decrease until it stopped.

The person outside knocked on the door again. Angel then took out a handkerchief, slowly wiped his pen and cigarette holder, put it back in his pocket, and walked towards the door.

Time is running out for him; who knows if he'll ever be able to smoke such good cigarettes again. No, perhaps this is the last time.

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T Exit
The other team's mech was already prepared and parked in the preparation room inside the tunnel. Meanwhile, the other contestant had entered their mech and was ready.

However, if a third person were in the mech's cockpit at this moment, they would find that Richard Parsell, who should be the pilot, is not in the main seat.

Another person sat in the main seat, frowning as he carefully explored and familiarized himself with the internal structure of the rack.

Seeing his old companion, who had been with him for most of his life, being manipulated by others, Richard felt both helpless and heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do, because it was an absolute order from above.

As a soldier who fought for the safety of the empire his entire life, even after retiring, Paisel never forgot the mission he had shouldered.

Right now, I just hope this young man will consider other people's property a little and not cause too much of a scene...

(End of this chapter)