Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

"But Marshal! There are still personnel who haven't been evacuated yet!"

Those capable of running were shot down by drones long ago. Those remaining on the scene were all the Empire's finest Akhal-Teke cattle and horses.

"Our indiscriminate firing will damage buildings! It will kill everyone near the plaza!"

The squad leader advised in a very fast tone.

For some reason, the female ghost's attack also stopped, and she came to watch the show.

Enraged, Nan Zhujue cursed, "Prioritize high-value targets! The empire has nurtured its people for a century; today is the day for them to die for their country! It is their honor to die for the empire!"

"Marshal, the First Tower is nearby. If the artillery fire damages the foundation, the tower will be extremely vulnerable to collapse! There are also residential areas nearby!"

"I said shoot, so I shoot! Say another word and I'll fire you all!"

Nan Zhujue was so angry he almost had his blood run cold. He was the commander, and these mechs, though not his own, were just temporary ceremonial soldiers.

But... he's a marshal!

"Marshal...we're quitting!"

"We can't do that! Firing at buildings! Firing at civilians!"

The squad leader is not just a person with a conscience.

Under Nan Zhujue's management, a vicious kidnapping incident once occurred in the capital, where an ordinary citizen was taken hostage. However, the location was a shopping center owned by Nan Zhujue.

So Nan Zhujue, who was on vacation with his wife and didn't want to spoil the mood or affect his business, ordered the guns to be opened fire.

It turned out the kidnapper had hidden a miniature bomb in his heart, which detonated when his pulse stopped, causing numerous deaths and injuries. The soldier who fired the shot was smeared with various accusations, and the court even ordered his family to compensate Nan Zhujue for economic losses.

Foresight.

This matter is generally unknown, but today's squad leader is the one who talked back to his former team members. From a glorious sixth-tier peak mentalist, he has been reduced to a ceremonial soldier.

A lesson learned from those who follow.

"Wonderful."

"That was really...it was amazing!"

Nan Zhu would never insult anyone.

They placed several excellent mech pilots in the etiquette team to humiliate them.

Ning Jun clapped his hands, letting his voice echo throughout the square, "If you have a grudge, seek revenge; if you have a hatred, seek hatred. You who are not involved can turn left and leave the gate, put down your mechs, and the drones will not attack you."

The team members were making a forced, high-pitched pass to their captain.

"Captain, we're alright, it's just that the mech exploded. If the heroine tells us to leave, then let's go."

"Yes Captain!"

The pilots of those exploding mechs did not die; they were pulled out but temporarily lost their ability to move.

They used their mental power to force the sound to travel via wire.

“Working for a marshal like that, we’ll end up in a military court! Our whole family will live in fear for the rest of our lives.”

"I'd rather not be a ceremonial soldier!"

The soldier injured his arm in the heat, but still threw his hat on the ground.

The captain was moved.

"marshal."

"Our team's mission was to serve the guests. Now that everyone has evacuated, our etiquette team's mission has been successfully completed!"

It's absurd enough that military mechs capable of firing cannons are used as ceremonial personnel. To force mental masters to use their precious mental energy to serve tea and water is even more ridiculous.

"Please rest assured, Marshal, we will not use a single mech to provide support for the reinforcements behind us."

After saying that, he stopped the mecha.

The remaining team members followed suit, leaving their mechs behind and then walking away.

Nan Zhu was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode.

"You deserve to die!"

“If you don’t follow my orders, your whole family will go to jail! Even you will be court-martialed.”

What angered Nan Zhu even more than the barrage of comments was the barrage of messages.

A flood of criticism and insults poured into the comments section.

Especially when he said that it was an honor for the empire that the people sacrificed themselves for it.

The number of bullet comments has exploded, with hundreds of millions of viewers watching on live streaming platforms alone.

Half of the empire's population was watching this grand spectacle.

"Is this an Imperial Marshal?! What's the difference between this and firing at civilians, especially when there are dozens of people present! Does he want everyone to die with him?!"

"Does this kind of person deserve to be a marshal? Do you think my taxes are paid to people like this?"

"Hey! Trash, step down right now! You're a useless marshal who can't protect the people."

"Family members! No! Marshal was forced into this situation. That rebel army was too arrogant and too fast, so he had to resort to this tactic! It's obvious that the rebels pose a greater threat!"

With his handsome and dashing appearance, Nan Zhujue is usually known as the Iron Wall God of the Empire.

He cultivated a down-to-earth persona, frequently being photographed traveling with women, unintentionally gaining a considerable following. Despite being in the royal family, he still managed to enjoy life with ordinary people.

Those fans seemed to be possessed, tirelessly defending their idol.

"Fine, you'll be rewarded for speaking up for the people, but your whole family will be imprisoned."

"How can anyone still bring up the ancient dynasty's practice of exterminating nine generations of a family? People who don't know any better would think we live in the feudal era instead of in space!"

"A people-friendly marshal? I think he's more like an emperor!"

Nan Zhujue's eyes turned bloodshot, and he couldn't help but let out a howl.

He used his mental power to deal with many drones, but it also consumed a lot of his energy.

"Ke Bujue, I'll give you another chance! I presume you're already an eighth-level mentalist!"

Nan Zhujue said this with a look of disdain, "I can let you marry my son! Become the second Lady Shexiang."

"This is the highest honor the empire has specially established for you. Others would have no way of even getting it!"

"Think it through, you only get one chance!"

But all that awaited him was that heavy, black-gold whip; Nan Zhujue could barely catch a glimpse of its afterimage as it swiftly passed by.

A dull whistling sound followed, and Nan Zhujue felt a sharp pain in his chest, vomited a mouthful of blood, and then fell heavily to the ground.

I have never been so miserable in my life.

He looked down and saw that the almost indestructible armor made of alien metal had been torn in two.

The chest was a bloody mess, and you could vaguely see the white bones. If you went any deeper, you could see a fresh heart!

No!

Will die!

An immense fear struck Nan Zhujue like lightning.

Is this even human? Is this really an unending carving?

He brought Nan Yihao home only five years ago, no... even only four years and eight months.

In less than five years, the lowly commoner Ke Bujue jumped from a not-so-useless first-tier to the peak of the eighth tier?

He used up twenty years of his time!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You couldn't possibly be Ke Bujue!"

"Ke Bujue has no Imperial Mecha Engineering background and has not received specialized mental training. How could a poor wretch like him possibly become strong!"

Ke Bujue is definitely dead. This guy in front of me is just impersonating Ke Bujue to seek revenge.

Clutching her wound, Nan Zhujue looked at Ning Jun, a hint of fear rising within her.

"My dear Marshal."

"I don't need anything."

Ning Jun held the ten-meter-long whip and smiled.

"I just need you to admit one thing in front of the entire audience—"

"What's going on?" Nan Zhujue still held a sliver of hope. If it was about the reservoir releasing water, that would be easy to say; they could just say it was done by temporary workers and shift the blame onto someone else.

He could just hold a private press conference, bow deeply to Marseille, admit his mismanagement, and promise to improve next time; then the matter would be over.

Ning Jun smiled, "I want you, Nan Zhujue, to admit it. You and your partners, your allies—"

"They're all criminals, scum, groveling beasts who suck the blood of the people and call human life worthless!"

“Acknowledge all the crimes committed and provide full financial compensation to all victims.”

"Don't panic. According to current imperial law, you'll only have to pay a small amount of... 100 million imperial coins."

"Impossible!" Nan Zhujue's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his eyes gleaming with venom as he immediately rejected the idea. "Absolutely impossible!"

If you admit it.

Then he really is the most infamous marshal in the history of the empire!

Those lowly people will definitely boycott his company, and his allies are all opportunists who change their minds easily.

"Ke Bujue... wants me to compensate those lowly people? You're dreaming!"

Ning Jun's communicator beeped slightly.

"Boss! This jerk is stalling for time! I saw something big flying rapidly towards you from some warehouse!"

"It looks like...the latest mecha from the Empire's research!"

"Wasn't the production of this mecha halted due to budget cuts?!"

Ning Jun looked up.

The sky suddenly turned completely black, and then the massive object landed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The colossal mecha sat before Ning Jun, its indigo metallic shell gleaming in the sunlight, like a final farewell to the empire.

Unlike the towering, handsome mecha from the original story.

This secret mech is only four stories high.

With a rounded body and a top-heavy design, it also incorporates biological design, with a large "turtle shell" on its back that can be harvested as a protective shield when needed.

As the first user of the mecha, Nan Zhujue quickly hid inside the tortoise shell.

The moment such a comical and adorable Imperial mech appeared, the style of the comments section also shifted.

"Mecha? Turtle!"

"The First Marshal of the Empire is piloting a turtle mech. I think this empire is doomed."

Others didn't understand why Nan Zhujue wanted to pilot a strangely shaped mecha; only Ning Jun and those within the organization knew.

With hundreds of billions invested, two-thirds of it has legitimately disappeared. The research institute was already being very generous by even managing to recreate Nan Zhujue.

It's just a bit bigger than a regular mech, and its focus has shifted from pursuing ultimate attack to pursuing ultimate defense.

They were truly terrified by the rebels.

"They really are...adorable turtles."

Ning Jun sighed, while Nan Zhujue in the cockpit had a gloomy look in his eyes.

"it was all your fault!"

"If it weren't for the huge defense spending caused by you, this mech wouldn't have evolved into what it is today!"

He took a small portion and then allocated funds to his subordinates to suppress the rebels' activities.

The mountain-sized mech suddenly shrank a hundredfold!

"No matter what, human strength can never overcome mechs. You must die today!"

Ning Jun shook his head, "It seems you're still stubbornly clinging to your delusions!"

A large number of miniature missiles were launched from the mech and attacked Ning Jun simultaneously.

The whip rapidly contracted, eventually transforming into a gleaming, snow-white longsword.

She raised her head and channeled her spiritual energy into the sword.

He looked up and drew his sword.

The enormous sword energy shot straight into the sky, slicing the missiles cleanly, causing them to explode in mid-air.

The shockwave almost made Nan Zhujue's mecha lose its footing.

Nan Zhujue's pupils widened in shock, and he immediately used all his mental power to control the mecha, "I refuse to believe that I can't deal with you!"

Wielding its heavy mecha body and holding a shield, it charged towards Ning Jun.

To be honest, he piloted it quite well. The mech could perform various combat techniques just like a normal human.

Ke Ningjun's body is always more agile than the mecha, with smaller blind spots, allowing him to easily dodge attacks by spinning and jumping.

Unfortunately, Nan Zhujue's mental strength was insufficient to detect her! Each time, she narrowly avoided the attack at the last second.

Faster, faster, the dead mech is about to strike! Nan Zhu Jue Hong Wen was impatient.

He tried to grab the air, wiped his knife, slashed at thin air, and lost track of his target.

His face grew increasingly red, his movements became increasingly flustered, and then gradually turned comical.

The two chased each other, not to fight, but more like they were dancing ballet together, playing some kind of four-character game.

"Hehe, the game between cat and mouse should end now."

Ning Jun smiled sweetly, and the plain white slender sword in her hand struck the mecha in a simple and unadorned manner.

In an instant.

The mech's right arm was completely destroyed, and it fell heavily to the ground, revealing the cockpit inside. The cut surface was smooth and regular, without even any metal burrs.

Nan Zhujue turned her head in horror and saw that smiling face that she could never forget, even if she went to hell.

"Good boy, go to hell."

"Your fate is to reap what you sow."

The man spoke softly, like a mother comforting a child.

A mountain-like spiritual force pressed down on Nan Zhujue in that instant, shattering his skull and causing his facial muscles to cave in due to the pressure.

His mental connection with the mecha was forcibly severed!

A hot knife slices through a block of butter; Nan Zhu's spiritual sea has been forcibly plundered by someone!

The tortoise-shaped mech stopped moving and stood there, truly resembling an imperial shield.

"Aaaaaah! Help! Help! I can't breathe!"

Nan Zhujue wailed pitifully. Her face was pale, her pupils dilated, and tears of blood streamed from her eyes.

Unable to even stand up, he rolled around frantically in the cockpit, clutching his head.

"My mental strength, my mental strength!"

His soul felt as if it had been ravaged and then washed in a washing machine, and afterwards placed in a rice cake jar and beaten with a stick.

Cut, mix, tear, recombine, cut and mix again...

With the soul in such a state, mental strength inevitably declines sharply as well.

Eighth order, seventh order, sixth order, fifth order...

Nan Yihao slid down little by little, while Nan Zhujue was even better, falling down stage by stage.

His mental energy flowed away from his mind like water, and he was powerless to stop it.

"You bastard... what... did you do?!"

Ning Jun patted the dust off her clothes and smiled brightly.

Instead of worrying about me, why don't you worry about your mech setup?

"alarm!"

"Pilot malfunction!"

"alarm!"

"No mental power detected in the mech pilot. Initiating Level 1 procedure—self-destruct!"

Nan Zhujue's masterful micro-management.

This mech, though sturdy, belongs solely to him and no one else is allowed to operate it. It will self-destruct if the operator's mental strength deteriorates, ensuring his mech is not left to anyone else...

He worried that others would secretly pilot his mech to take over and steal his achievements, or that the traitor Ke Bujue would take them away.

In short, no one is allowed to touch his things!

A blinding white light exploded from the center.

The area of ​​influence first extends to the wedding venue, then to the plaza, and then to the hub area.

"Mother."

"look."

The people working on the scorched earth looked up.

The sky first went dark, and then the colossal structure that had once blocked out the light collapsed with a deafening roar.