Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 248 The Night of the Red Dragon's Dance (End)

Dense spider-web-like lightning branches flashed in the clouds, and there were loud explosions in my ears.

César looked towards the other side. The sky there was as dark as ink, and lightning often flashed straight to the ground.

But he didn't have time to think about it now, because the condition of the [Red Dragon] was terrible, his energy was almost exhausted, his weapons were used up, and he had lost a lot of blood. The only reason he had not fainted until now was all thanks to the oriental man's blue talisman that was constantly repairing his injuries.

But it was not enough. He felt extremely exhausted and needed to cheer himself up a little more.
This is the last level. He can only rest after breaking through this bridge. Crossing that iron gate is equivalent to escaping from the border of the Papal States. As for what is on the other side of the border, that is a matter for the future.

Xizel took out the last of his adrenaline. He had been injecting himself with this drug to protect the heart, increase blood supply, and enhance the activity of the nervous system. The nectar talisman could maintain his physical condition, but his spirit was also shaky.

The indestructible [Wall of Sighs] stood in front of him. Using a huge shield as a cover, César quietly inserted the last syringe into his left chest, slowly pushed the dark purple potion in, and then silently crushed the syringe.

With the help of the nectar talisman, the medicine finally squeezed out some strength from his almost exhausted body. After being bathed in the cold rain for too long, his body had already lost heat, but at this moment, a little heat emerged in his limbs.

He pulled the black cloak and let it cover his mother's head. The woman in his arms stared at him in fear, like a frightened kitten with its fur standing up. Last time when she leaned down, she was relatively docile, as if she had some impression of Césaire, but this time she couldn't recognize Césaire in his armor. She was crying and twisting all the way, trying her best to escape.

"Don't be like this, Mom. I'm your son."

Xizel smiled bitterly and rubbed his mother's face with the back of his steel claws, his expression somewhat complicated.

This could be their farewell. Who knows if he can cross the bridge? The ones who are going to snipe him are the Crusader Guards, known as the most powerful army in the world.

The Crusader Guards set up several powerful spotlights at high altitudes, all of which were focused on Césaire, fearing that he would take advantage of the darkness to escape. Under the strong light, Mrs. Linlang's face seemed translucent, like the best white porcelain shipped from the East. She was usually bright and beautiful, but now the rain washed away her beauty, and she looked like a blank that a painter had just sketched but had not yet painted.

Usually, Xizel didn't think his mother was that beautiful, because he had seen her too many times, and many people said that his appearance was basically inherited from his mother. When he looked in the mirror, he could often find traces of his mother on his face. But tonight, he suddenly felt that his mother was really beautiful, no wonder a man as hard-hearted as his father couldn't refuse her.

But, mother, excessive beauty is harmful.
Red mercury vapor flowed along the pipes to fill every joint of the armor. The air holes on the back opened and gushed out dense airflow. The [Red Dragon] launched a final charge towards the long bridge ahead!
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The same storm also enveloped the white Papal Palace.

An old man in a red robe stood on one of the six bell towers of the Papal Palace, looking towards the Tiber River. The phonograph played the solemn and melodious "Knight's Dance", and the secretaries in black lined up behind him, looking in the same direction.

The young man in black military uniform slowly climbed up the bell tower and stood behind Director Spencer. His long white hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his thin and pale face.

"Are you summoning me, Director Spencer?"

The boy's voice was elegant and dignified, but extremely cold, like the solid ice in the Far North.

"I wouldn't say summons, I just invited you to the Papal Palace. Thank you very much for accepting the invitation, Lieutenant Colonel Rundstedt."

Director Spencer turned around and faced the boy codenamed [Black Dragon]: "The Pope's Office wants to express gratitude to you, but we are curious about why you did this."

"No need to thank me, I'm not doing this for the Pope or the Vatican."

Rundstedt stood at attention in front of the respected cardinal.

"If you let Xizel go, the people behind you will definitely doubt your loyalty, and your future development will also be affected. If you need it, the Pope's Office is willing to support you and help you become the leader of the Blazing Knights."

Director Spencer said calmly: "I'm sure you know that no matter what the outcome of this matter is, it will be difficult for the Red Dragon to be used."

"Director Spencer, with all due respect, I will never cooperate with the Pope's Office."

Rundstedt's voice was not loud, but it was resolute.

"Can I hear your reasons?"

Minister Spencer is not angry. Everyone in this city has their own stance, which he fully understands and respects.

"Because among the many forces in this country, the Pope's Office is the most radical war faction. Maybe that was not the original intention of the Holy See, but it did start a war that swept the entire world. And the Seraphim should not exist for war."

Rundstedt raised his head slightly, and the tendency expressed in his words was a little dangerous.

"Weren't you also a hero in the war against the East? Without the intelligence you fought so hard for, we would have lost even more miserably."

"As a knight, I must obey orders and try to keep as many of my comrades alive as possible on the battlefield. But that doesn't mean I agree with that war. Besides, I didn't do anything useful when facing that man."

"Seraphim is the ultimate military force. Is the ultimate military force used to protect peace? Child, that is just a hypocritical statement made by politicians. The ultimate weapon can only be used to start a war, just as the sword was originally invented to hurt people. You and Caesar are both swords. They will use Caesar's weakness to control and threaten him. Don't you think they won't use the same method to control you?"

Director Spencer said softly, looking at Rundstedt with some pity in his eyes.

"I don't know what the people behind me think. I only follow my chivalry. My chivalry requires me to let Xizel pass through the intersection I am defending, and I am willing to bear any consequences for it."

"Red Dragon is your rival. He nearly killed you the first time he put on the armor. I know you have been honing your fighting skills to defeat him. What motivates you to help your enemy?"

"You are talking about the Red Dragon. The Red Dragon is indeed my competitor. The man I helped was named Cesare Borgia. I have seen him erupt with demonic power twice, but the reason that prompted him to do so was never war. This war is what he really wants to fight, right? Risking his life for his family is his chivalry. It is a noble thing that cannot be violated."

Rundstedt looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You are such a conservative and naive child, just like César. The world is not what you think it is. It is filled with all kinds of noble 'Tao', proud, glorious and upright."

Director Spencer was silent for a moment, then sighed: "However, it is great to hear the children's ideals. I also hope that the world will be what you expect."

A sky-high flame ignited on the Tiber River, and a moment later a loud sound like the roar of thousands of cannons was heard.

"They have begun. The red dragon is about to break out of the cage that holds him captive!"
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Gunfire and artillery fire engulfed the long white bridge. There were small direct-fire cannons, city-burning cannons, and more heavy armor-piercing firearms.

Everyone was aiming at the huge crimson figure. Its charging momentum was like that of an ancient dragon. Even a mountain in front of it would be crushed by it.

There were also sturdy steel roadblocks on the bridge deck, and there were two huge iron boxes in the river next to the roadblocks.

Except for a very few people, no one knows what is in the two iron coffins airlifted by Leviathan.

The dense artillery fire turned into a world-destroying flame stream, which was no less powerful than the lost holy spear. Under an attack of this intensity, even the evil dragon should have been reduced to a pile of ashes and molten iron, right?
But not everyone thought so. On another bell tower in the distance, Franco and his engineers were also looking at the fire from afar.

"Professor, can the Red Dragon's armor really withstand that level of bombardment?"

Someone asked in a low voice, they didn't know the answer either.

"Of course we can't resist. Even the ultimate metal would melt in that kind of fire."

Franco said casually.

"That"

The engineer was stunned and couldn't come to his senses for a moment.

"But what we built is not a target for artillery fire. The biggest advantage of the Red Dragon Modified is not the armor plate. Although it is super-heavy armed, it is still a Seraph after all. The strongest point of the Seraph is that it is super mobile!"

Franco drank his liquor in gulps and didn't seem to be worried about Cesare at all.

The red dragon danced in the gunfire!
Only a few weapons in the blazing fire stream could penetrate the armor plate of the Red Dragon Modified and cause fatal damage, such as the city incinerator and the direct fire cannon. Xizel dodged the most deadly attacks and used the Wall of Sighs to block the barrage of bullets. He jumped and spun, just like dancing in the gaps between lightning.

"Aim and shoot! If you can't do that, just cover indiscriminately!"

The commander was roaring, the elite artillerymen were a little overwhelmed, the long bridge was completely shrouded in flames, they had to open their eyes wide to see the shadow of the red dragon, and their aiming speed could not even catch up with the speed of the red dragon's movement!

"It used the Sword Dance maneuver!"

Anyone who sees the [Red Dragon Modification] for the first time will think that it is a [Fortress Cavalry] armed with super thick armor plates. [Fortress Cavalry] must be bulky, slow in movement, and easy to become a shooting target.

But just before stepping onto the bridge, the heavy armor plates of the Red Dragon Modified fell off completely. That scene happened in the fire of the explosion, and only a few people could notice it. At that moment, the scarred armor plates all collapsed, and various broken metal fragments fell behind the Red Dragon like wings, and a thin figure broke through the armor!

That is the real [Red Dragon Modification]. The so-called [Super Heavy Armor·Red Dragon Modification] is nothing more than hanging heavier armor and a heavy external power system [Dragoon Suit] on it. Now it has abandoned all peripherals and returned to its most core state.

It dodged the deadly artillery fire with dancing movements. At the same time, the armor plate on its shoulders flipped open, and firefly-like spots of light spurted out from the honeycomb-like metal slots. After flying for a distance, these firefly-like spots of light exploded into a dazzling light curtain.

[Firefly's Nest]!
The explosion of these light spots was not very powerful, at most it would burn the completely unprotected infantry, but the light curtain was brighter than the artillery fire, and everyone closed their eyes instinctively.

At this moment, the huge crimson dragon broke through the light curtain it had created, leaving the dense artillery fire behind, crossed the temporary roadblocks, and rushed towards the huge steel gate without hesitation.

On the other side of the Tiber River, ambassadors and military attachés from various countries were shocked by this scene. Is this the pinnacle of mechanical technology?
The perfect synergy between man and machine!
When it leaped out of the light curtain, it was like the door to heaven opening, and those mythical angels descended from the sky carrying deadly flames!

bang bang bang~
At this critical moment, the huge iron boxes on both sides of the long bridge exploded into six sides, a thunderous roar rang out on the Tiber River, and iron-gray arcs of light flashed, as if a sword of divine punishment was slashing across the sky.

It's the Prometheus of the Original Sin Organization, or two of them!

The sword light, several meters long, came extremely fast, and the iron sword circle trapped the evil dragon raging on the long bridge in the blink of an eye.

Xizel threw out the [Wall of Sighs], and the heavy shield carried his mother forward like a floating boat.

[Red Dragon]'s hands were completely freed, blood gushed out from the gaps between his armor and was quickly absorbed by the bronze sword case behind him.

【Greed】! 【Gluttony】!
The neural connection system is 200% activated, humans and machines are integrated in an unprecedented way, and the machines seem to have come to life at this moment.

The power core's operating power was overloaded three times, and hot steam was gushing out of every crevice on the giant crimson dragon's body.

Kramer's long sword and Atkan's long knife collided with a giant sword respectively, and the [Red Dragon] leaped high up like a graceful flying wild goose.

Sparks flew, rainstorms poured down, and the heavy sword driven by the huge force cut open the main armor plate on César's back, cutting off the steam backpack of the [Red Dragon Modification].

Without even turning his head, Xizel used [Greed] to backhand and in an instant he used the force to rush to the knight's cabin of the Black Iron Giant.

Another giant sword stabbed inward diagonally, and the sharp tip of the sword picked up the scaly guard on the red dragon's waist. Blood gushed out, but instantly mixed with high-temperature steam and turned into a ball of red mist.

Click! Click!
Rows of steel javelins popped out from the secret compartment behind Prometheus, and then shot out at the Red Dragon!
Deng Deng Deng!
In the direction from which Xizel came, the starting point of the long bridge, the pitch-black [Silver Holy Sword] held a heavy-duty rapid-fire rifle, aimed it at the [Red Dragon Modification] and pulled the trigger.

A metal storm enveloped his body, and dense brass bullets blew away the rain of steel spears. Torres finally couldn't hold back and took action at the critical moment!

The rapid-fire gun stopped firing, and the [Silver Holy Sword] rushed forward. The armor that had undergone [Sword Dance Enhancement] glowed with a silver-gray glow, and the serrated blade of the [Dragon Tooth Sword] cut through the rain curtain, causing a piercing scream.

Amidst the countless crisscrossing streams of sword lights, a steel javelin that had managed to escape the attack pierced through the left elbow of the [Red Dragon]. The nerve connection caused severe pain to César, but he had no reaction. He immediately threw out the [Taotie] in his right hand, which pierced into the cabin of a [Prometheus] knight, then grabbed [Greed] from his disabled left hand and continued to swing it.

The tiny holes all over the blade of [Taotie] released deadly toxins that floated in the knight's cabin. The nearly ten-meter-tall [Prometheus] was invincible, but the knight driving it was just an ordinary person with weak defense.

The fierce and venomous force achieved results almost instantly. The black metal giant fell powerlessly and slammed horizontally on the turbulent river surface, causing splashes of water several people high.

The remaining [Prometheus] saw that something was wrong and immediately stepped back and slashed sideways, forcing the [Red Dragon] back while aiming the Dragon Roar Cannon on his shoulder at the bridge and began to blast the ground.

boom!
The armor on Xizel's chest was dented by the violent explosion. The Red Dragon Modified was no longer the super-heavy weapon. After removing the heavy armor, his defense was only slightly stronger than that of the Sword Dancer. If he continued to pay this price, he would never be able to cross the bridge. He would be torn into pieces by Prometheus before he could cross the gate.

He no longer has a second [Taotie], but the "Holy Sword" that has accompanied him for eight years has arrived!

[Silver Holy Sword] kicked [Red Dragon] on the back, sent César to the [Wall of Sighs], and then raised the sword to block [Prometheus] who was pressing forward again.

"go!"

Seeing Jose appear on the battlefield, [Red O'Quinn] on a tall building in the distance sighed heavily, and immediately aimed the enhanced [Unicorn Long-Range Sniper Rifle] in his hand at the crimson figure.

Hiss~
The astonishing giant gun that was two meters long made an imperceptible sound, and the winding copper tubes entangled on the surface emitted a dark red glow. The Seraph suddenly pulled the bolt, and the electric current flowing out of the armor body immediately penetrated all the parts. High-density red mercury vapor was discharged from the brass gas tank and input into the gun body, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the muzzle.

boom!
A dozen centimeters long mithril bullet was shot out in a spiral, and the huge noise even drowned out the noisy wind and rain.

The [Red Dragon] that has taken off its heavy armor will definitely not be able to block this shot!
But an accident happened. In the trajectory that was almost certain to hit, a pitch-black Seraph suddenly appeared and used his body to block the fatal dragon-slaying blow for César.

The red-hot silver spike smashed the lower half of the [Silver Holy Sword] into pieces, and with only half of his chest left, Torres used inertia and continued to move forward, and with his last bit of consciousness, he pulled out the ballast valve that controlled the energy input.

"Cesare, stay alive."

With a loud bang, Torres turned into a dazzling light and penetrated into the knight's cabin. Before the black metal giant could react, he turned into a white-hot flame along with him.

"Brother Jose! No!"

Strong sadness and anger swept over him like a huge wave, and Xizel's consciousness began to become blurred. The effect of the adrenaline and blue rune had long been exhausted. His heart wanted to stop beating tiredly, and his body became cold again. He couldn't even feel the pain. He wanted to sleep, even if he would never wake up again.
No, I can’t sleep! That was the opportunity that Brother Jose bought for me with his life!

César held back his tears, but the remaining determination supported him, allowing him to use his back as a shield, withstand the hail of bullets, and push the [Wall of Sighs] forward.
The huge shield was like a boat, and on the boat was his mother, Linlang, who was crouching in the recess in fear.

The violent rain of bullets caused the armor plates on the Red Dragon to collapse. The armor that once seemed invincible was dragging cables, emitting countless sparks and flowing with dark green liquid.

The knee joints of both his legs were damaged, and he walked unsteadily, like a broken toy doll. It should have fallen down long ago, as its important parts had been scrapped many times, but why was it still walking?
Is it really as the knight instructors said?

Armor is ultimately a soulless thing. When a knight is equipped with it, it is like having a soul installed in it. Real strength does not come from power and armor, but from the soul, something deep in the soul.

But Xizel thought otherwise. He remembered his last weapon, which was not in the body of the Red Dragon, but in the devil sleeping deep in his soul! As long as he released that devil, he would be able to break out of this encirclement!
Frenzy state! That inexplicable frenzy state is Xizel's ultimate trump card!

From the beginning to the end, the military's evaluation of [Black Dragon] was higher than his, but his rating on a certain ability was always a question mark. That ability was not originally included in the evaluation of the Seraph Knight. It was only because of his appearance that that ability was recognized and named, [Berserk].

The inexplicable violent state of ultimate synergy between man and machine is enough to make him superior to the invincible [Black Dragon]! Even Franco said that this ability is more of a miracle than an ability, like injecting life into a dead machine!

It is this power that allowed him to hold off the famous and powerful general in the Battle of Chachi!
Xizel has always been afraid of this ability, which is so strong that even he himself is afraid of it, and when it erupts, it is often useless.

But tonight was an exception. Tonight he placed all his last hopes on [Rage]. What was the point of becoming a dragon? If becoming a dragon could rewrite that rainy night when he was three years old, he would do it. He would definitely do it.

He now understood the man's intention. Long had prepared everything before tonight, just waiting for him to execute it.

This would get his hands dirty, but what did it matter if his hands were dirty? Was he going to have to watch the rainy night when he was three years old happen again?

He will never be a coward! He will never let Brother Jose's sacrifice be in vain!

A huge darkness gradually took shape in his mind, and he began to see hallucinations: the tree covered with human faces, the black monster crawling out of the sea of ​​blood, the spinning clock, and the collapsing world.
Come on! Let's do it! Let the world crumble before my eyes, only then can my spirit be free
But the dark tide that had been surging suddenly began to recede. The human face on the big tree did not open its eyes, the giant beast in the sea of ​​blood did not spread its wings, and the hands on the clock did not move at all, as if the whole world was rapidly moving away from him, and he was in a huge blank.

How could this happen? The only time he took the initiative to use this power, the anger in his heart rejected him.

How could this happen? The neural connections were disconnecting one by one. He and the Red Dragon Modification did not merge but separated at an accelerated rate. He lost control of the armor, and his limbs seemed to be frozen.

He was trapped in this armor, and it was impossible for him to drive it or even move a finger.

The gate was in front of him, but he could not move forward even a step and stood on the bridge like a steel sculpture.

The neural connection was completely severed, not a drop of red mercury was left, and the huge red dragon was in a dead end.

"Mommy mommy!"

Xizel's consciousness was pulled back to reality. The only thing he could do was roar: "Run! Mom! Run!"

Mom! Run! Use your own legs to walk the last distance! Run through that gate and you will be free! Run!

The knights rushing over from the other side of the long bridge stopped shooting. They took out swords and ropes, trying to capture the [Red Dragon] alive.

The order only mentioned the red dragon but not the woman. The knights stood behind the crimson armor, holding heavy muskets and watching the woman in white run to the other side of the bridge in fear.

The dignity of knights and soldiers did not allow them to massacre unarmed women, the elderly and children.

"Mom! Run! Run!"

Xizel's face was covered with tears, and his vision became blurred as he realized a lot.

"Give orders! Give orders to those bastards! Don't let that woman leave!"

The superiors behind the scenes are roaring wildly. They must not let the secret leak out of Florence!

"It's too late. I'm afraid it's too late!"

The secretaries were terrified, as they didn't understand why the woman was not mentioned in the military order.

How could the Crusader Guards make such a serious mistake? And that woman must not be let go! Deep in her mind, there is a secret that cannot be told to anyone.
"Where is the sniper? Order the sniper to shoot! Don't worry about whether she has entered the embassy area! Don't worry about diplomatic immunity! Diplomatic immunity is granted by us! We are the law! We are God!"

Madam Linlang ran in the wind and rain, her white skirt fluttering, her seaweed-like long hair fluttering as well, like a free elf.

She ran in the heavy rain, and also ran in the telescopes of Spencer, Rundstedt, and Franco. In this city, some people wanted to keep her, and some people wanted her to grow wings.

But heavy gates came crashing down, blocking her path.

At the last moment, the men on the other side of the bridge lowered the gates.

What a fragile iron gate it was. If the Red Dragon was still able to move, it could tear it apart with just the simplest kick, but it was enough to stop the woman in white and keep her in Florence.

César's blood ran cold. He roared and screamed, but it was useless. He watched those big shots turn their cars around and leave. Yes, what they wanted was César, not that woman. What was valuable to them was the armor on César's body. In this forest of power, everyone was a beast and no one sympathized with the weak.

The rain was pouring down, and the eyes of hundreds of people on both sides of the Tiber River were focused on the white back of the woman. She lay on the iron gate and stared blankly for a while, then turned around and walked back to Cesare barefoot.

She stood there, tilting her head and looking at César for a long, long time, with her beautiful and puzzled eyes, like a girl meeting her lover for the first time.

"I think I know you, who are you?"

She asked softly, with gorgeous light flashing in her pupils, as if cherry blossoms were dancing in the wind.

The yellow talisman that Qin Huai had used was still effective, and Linlang obviously remembered something.

Cesare looked down at his mother, his visor had fallen off, revealing his own face. He suddenly realized who his mother was looking at, just as she had seen her father at the ball. Yes, she saw traces of Ron Borgia in Cesare's face, and even if he inherited most of his mother's looks, it was inevitable that the son would look more or less like his father.

"My name is Cesare Borgia and I am your son, mother."

Xizel forced an ugly smile and wanted to raise his hands to hug his mother.

The woman showed a look of surprise, like a frightened deer. She continued to tilt her head to look at the huge steel monster. It actually had a boy's face. In that woman's mind, this was a very fairy-tale thing, right?
Then she laughed, as if she really realized it. She stood on tiptoe and touched Cesar's face, feeling extremely happy.

"This world is so wonderful. My son is in this world."

That was the first time in Cesare's life that he felt the warmth of his mother. For the first time, the woman who was like a big rag doll treated him as her son. She was no longer a false symbol of family, but a real mother who gave him warmth.

He felt like he had turned into that little boy again. With strength from nowhere, he used his only intact right arm of steel to gently hug his mother.

"This world is so wonderful, my mother is in this world"

The next second, gunshots tore through the rainy night, and dozens of long and narrow lines of fire shot towards the mother and son from all directions.

huh~
At the same time, an extremely sharp whistle of wind was heard in the sky, which was the sound of a heavy object falling at high speed.

The brass bullet accurately shot into Madam Linlang's chest, and the spurting blood dyed the Red Dragon's body red. She fell backwards lightly, and the cherry blossoms on the tree that had bloomed for many years finally withered.

"A bunch of grown men are using all kinds of methods to bully a pair of orphans and a widow. It's so fucking disgusting!"

There was a loud bang in the sky and Yaksha made a brilliant appearance.

Before he finished speaking, the [Black Corpse Coffin] fell like a meteorite and smashed in front of the [Red Dragon]. The thick rain and fog dispersed by the gust of wind instantly covered the long bridge.

The armored knights reacted immediately and wanted to press forward to control the bureau, but the Flying Yaksha who suddenly appeared was wearing the simple rune armor and [Ancient Zombie Frost Armor] specially made for it by Qin Huai. It struck one by one with its palm, and in a few breaths, it knocked away this group of steam giant soldiers who were barely ten cities in number.

A miniature Tian Wu, wearing a black robe with no skin exposed, stepped out of the coffin, and the [Shangqing Sanmao Taiyi Resurrection Talisman] in his hand emitted a purple light.

Qingwei Ganlu is a miraculous medicine that can revive the dead.

Xizel's eyes widened, as if he recognized the purple talisman that came from the same source as the blue talisman.

"My boy, let me tell you something. A man should act accordingly, regardless of whether he is rich or poor."

The black coffin blocked the rain of bullets, and the nectar seeped into the body. The dying Fanying immediately regained vitality and came back to life.

"I will take Linlang away. As for you, try your best to survive."

The miniature Tian Wu threw Linlang into the [Black Corpse Coffin] and casually threw down a blue talisman to save Xizel's life. After clearing the area, the Flying Yaksha bounced back, flapped its flesh wings, and carried the coffin and Tian Wu straight into the sky.

Lying on the long bridge, Xizel smiled. Although he did not escape from this purgatory-like cage, he looked at the countless bullets raining down, but he could not do anything to the coffin and the strange knight.

The fifteen-year-old boy, who had been fighting all night, finally closed his eyes with a sense of relief, muttered something under his breath, and passed out.

Love you, mom.

See you tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)