mech warriors have no love

"Ceizer..."

Someone seemed to be calling his name in the darkness.

Very... gentle voice.

Following the sound, the sleepy and tired eyes struggled hard, and after a long time, they lifted their heavy eyelids and broke free from the shackles of darkness.

The front suddenly brightened, and the vision gradually became clear.

It looked like hell.

Broken mechs and broken limbs were intertwined and covered the ground. One could imagine the terrifying impact of the two before their destruction. The dark red blood dripped out along the gaps between the pieces of the mechs, converging into a small stream, flowing quietly on the ground.

The air is filled with the choking smell of gunpowder smoke, mixed with the smell of dust and blood, sticky together, like a bloody housecleaning, a smell that cannot be blocked even wearing a mask.

The last surviving soldier was lying on the ground, panting in pain, and every violent breath brought out a mouthful of blood foam, taking away his vitality.

His eyes were bloodshot and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

The next moment, his chest was crushed by a huge black shadow, and his breath was completely broken.

The fur of the orc in front of him was soaked in blood, as if he had just emerged from a pool of blood.

He looked at the ferocious orc in fear, and seemed to hear that voice say softly again: "I will protect you."

Who?

Not far away, the muzzle of the undestroyed mecha suddenly lit up, and the final blow came in this direction!

The excess energy gathered, and white light instantly filled the field of vision. They were too close, and they could already feel the terrifying heat.

Before he had time to think about anything, the white light wrapped in huge energy had already rushed to his eyes...

"damn it!"

Accompanied by a violent shaking, César was awakened by violent curses.

César opened his eyes, and took off the blindfolds issued by the staff when he took the starship with a blank face.

The artificial intelligence is calming the panicked passengers, but in contrast to its sweet voice of stability in this world, the starship is shaking more and more violently.

Passengers who weren't wearing their seatbelts—like the one who rolled from bow to stern and grabbed Cesare's seat—were following the group cursing.

This is the only starship that sails from the edge of the alliance to the capital, Delan Star. The passengers are either poor or evil, and all of them hold top certificates in dirty words, cursing each other more cheerfully. There are still people in the chaotic starship A lively breath.

César rubbed his sleepy eyes, admiring the variety of cosmic curses for a while.

After a while, a voice that only he could hear rang in his ears: "Master César, your complexion is not very good."

César pursed his lips and said nothing.

"It was you who wanted to go back to the capital star on a private starship." The high-level robot intelligence seemed to be holding back a smile, "The little prince who has been pampered since he was a child, took a messy private starship for the first time, ah, such a plot is really interesting .”

César breathed a sigh of relief, finally regained consciousness from the suffocating dream, and replied mercilessly: "Micah, delete your messy novels."

Micah said: "Although you are my master, according to the philosophy of the Mecha Intelligence Protection Union, you can't restrict artificial intelligence to have fun..."

César knew the temper of this stinky mecha, and didn't want to talk nonsense with it.His mental power is linked to Micah, and he has the highest authority. He directly found a pile of novels stored in the corner, glanced at the title of the book, and fell silent.

"The Runaway Little Prince: Come to Your Arms", "The Love with the Lost Duke"...

And "On One Hundred Ways to Get Along with Bad-tempered Masters - The Wisdom of Mechs".

Micah: "...Mechs can complain about their owners, they can complain, they can complain—ah!"

César was too lazy to listen to its nonsense, and smashed these novels with a cold face.

Immediately cut off the mental link decisively, so as not to suffer from mental attacks.

After eliminating a batch of mental pollutants, César felt relieved. He turned his head and saw that the person next to him was still holding the seat and couldn't stand up. He extended a hand of friendship.

The man who was jumping out and cursing the country was stunned for a moment when he saw the white gloves suddenly appearing in front of him. He looked up at the person who stretched out his hand, and his breathing stopped suddenly.

He fell into those emerald clear eyes.

It was like a pool of solidified emerald color, it was amazingly beautiful, but unfortunately it was a little cold, and instantly extinguished most of the anger in the man's heart.

The young man was wearing a mask, and the man couldn't see his expression. He quickly stood up with his strength, took advantage of the starship's balance, sat down on the side, and fastened his seat belt with lingering fear.After doing all this, he turned his head to look at César: "This shit is dangling, I don't know if it's going to crash..."

While speaking, he couldn't help but look at this young man who was incompatible with the group of monsters and monsters next to him.

César was not wearing a seat belt, but he was sitting firmly, not even moving his hair, letting the starship shake like a baby's cradle, still sitting gracefully and motionless.

The man is very envious: I really want to learn.

"Sir, I'm not going to crash."

Although the intelligence of the starship is not high, I don't like to hear such words from men, "The starship has reached the alliance β No. 14 channel line after the transition, and the loss of balance is a problem of coordinates."

César blinked and reconnected to Micah.

The angry Jijia Intelligence gave a lukewarm welcome: "Want to ask about the coordinates?"

César: "Although you often read mentally handicapped novels, it seems that your IQ has not been affected much."

"..." Micah said, "After returning to Delan Star, please give me three days off. I need to complain to the trade union. By the way, I suggest that the master can disconnect the spiritual link of the mecha at any time, and the mecha also has the right to disconnect the master. the link to."

César: "Is there really such a union?"

Micah: "Of course."

With a huge amount of mental power gushing out, César sat quietly in an inconspicuous corner, and easily seized control of this private starship.

Then, through the Spirit Net, I checked the "Mecha Intelligence Protection Union".

Within a second, the information automatically appeared in his mind.

Mecha Intelligent Protection Union

成立时间：新星历591年7月3日新星时03点19分33秒

The president of the trade union: a handsome mech intelligence who does not want to be named

Members: None

Whether it is recognized by the alliance: No

César: "President?"

Micah: "Although the union was established at the moment you asked me if I really existed, it is definitely a coincidence. Next, your loyal partner will answer your coordinate questions. Please open the textbook first Page……"

The coordinates on the Alliance β No. 14 channel line were discovered on the eve of the alliance's predecessor, the Empire... was about to be breached.

The last emperor who wanted to jump and escape from this channel line was stopped near the jump point. The emperor who had been conscientiously exploiting the people for hundreds of years sent the newborn Democratic Alliance a route before he was completely finished, and won the sincere support of the people for the last time. cheers.

Of course, no one cared that this was used by others to escape.

Probably out of resignation, the last emperor, who had been reduced to a bereaved dog, angrily fired a few shots at the jump point before he completely lost his ability to move. Guards, one of whom betrayed him.The energy of the mecha was limited, so after checking it, it was found that the transition point was fine, so it was requisitioned as a civil waterway.

In the past few years, the starship will shake a few times when it has jumped to this point. I will risk my life to remind the passengers that the capital star is getting closer, please be prepared.

César frowned slightly: "No one cares about this kind of problem at the coordinate point? Where are the dead dogs in the parliament?"

Micah replied politely: "Didn't you already tell the status of the councilors? But although it is very pleasant to hear you scolding people, I still want to remind you that your father is also one of the councilors."

César lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered his clear eyes in the shadows, making them look much deeper, and did not answer.

The artificial intelligence said earnestly: "Although Mr. didn't say a word when you were exiled a year ago, and watched you indifferently being captured on the starship and taken to that distant and cold corner of the alliance, but the moment you turned around, Mr. He burst into tears. Yes! You are his only son! How could he not be heartbroken, he was suffocating in pain, but because of the situation, he couldn’t speak!"

César: "Shut up."

Micah: "The night you left, the weather was fine, but Mr.'s heart seemed to be snowed heavily..."

César had no expression on his face, and began to look for the intelligent reset function of the mecha, preparing to restore the factory settings.

Micah immediately stopped knowingly, and his voice trembled cautiously: "Be careful...don't shake your hands."

César rubbed his forehead: "Micah."

"I will listen to your orders, I am your most loyal partner."

"I'm about to reach the range of the capital star, and I'm going to enter the semi-dormant mode. Without my activation password, I can't actively communicate, and it is forbidden to change the prototype."

"Master Cizer, in principle, when your life is threatened, I will activate it by myself. This is the highest order above your authority."

Micah's tone became serious, "The meaning of my existence is to protect you—I will enter a semi-dormant mode in ten seconds."

"I wish you a happy return from exile."

César didn't show the slightest joy about "Return from Exile", and he felt a little relieved that his chattering brain finally calmed down.

At the same time, tens of thousands of light years away, on the alliance capital star, nearly a hundred members of parliament in the parliament building representing the highest power center had completely opposite feelings to Cesar, and most of them were frowning.

"... Ladies and gentlemen, I think." One of the councilors took a sip of water and cleared his throat, "When the strength of the military overwhelms the parliament, the alliance is over. Remember the empire? The consequence of military dictatorship must be the restoration of the empire , I know some old guys still miss the Empire."

As soon as the words fell, an old man with a white beard sitting across from him sneered: "I heard that Mr. Deus is related to the company that caused energy pollution not long ago. Oh, Lancelot is almost full of people like you. There's only one star soccer team left, and you're missing. Do you think it's today or tomorrow?"

"Member Deus didn't say anything wrong." Someone said immediately, "Since Lancelot returned to the capital planet a year ago, the entire parliament has been disturbed, and the military department is overstepping..."

"Shut up, you make it look like the parliament doesn't consider the IQ of the members when selecting members." The white-bearded old man said coldly, "How dare you mention it a year ago?"

A year ago, like a ladle of cold water being poured on a flame, the parliament hall, humming softly like a bee's nest, immediately fell silent.

There has never been a lack of wars in the universe. A few decades ago, an unprecedented war directly wiped out several countries. After realizing the problem, countries in dozens of galaxies signed peace treaties.

Peace, a sacred word, a corrupt poison, quickly paralyzed and corroded the alliance.

A year ago, the alliance immersed in peace was attacked by the sworn enemy Orcs united with several small countries, and the capital Delan was marked. The statue of the peace goddess in front of the parliament building was almost smashed, and the flame of peace held by the hand was also kicked. Overturned, almost causing an uncontrollable fire.

At the critical moment, Major General Lancelot, the subject of this parliamentary meeting, defied the order to protect the evacuation of the parliamentarians, and reflexively beat the enemy back to where he came from.

On the day Lancelot, who made great military exploits, returned, he was directly promoted to the rank of Marshal of the Armed Forces.

Of course, in order to prevent him from taking credit for his pride at a young age and being difficult to control, the parliament backhanded him for another crime.

Because he disobeyed the military orders on the battlefield, Lancelot was grounded to stay on the capital star just after he was promoted to No. 1 in the military department, and the personal guards were sent to garrison on the distant border star.

The intention is to smooth the edges and corners of this young military genius.

I didn't know it was a demon.

Not to mention the strict inspection of various projects in the capital star every day, the number of congressmen who were arrested and sent to the Union Prison for corruption and other reasons this year can’t be counted on both hands. In the prison, there is no word for each other.

Asking God is easy to send God.

Every day, the council tried to throw him out of the capital star to fend for itself, but was sent back lightly with the sentence "I'm still restrained".

After the old man said that, the congressmen were silent for a long time, they didn't want to live in the shadow of Lancelot in fear, but they were helpless.

Just as they were figuring out the tricks one by one, the gate of the parliament was suddenly pushed open.

Many congressmen shuddered guiltyly.

The footsteps of the visitor were light and loose, and there was almost no sound when they stepped on the ground. The high-top military boots that had been wiped clean barely stopped by the door. He knocked on the door casually, and made a standard military salute that could not be faulted: "Members, good morning."

He was wearing a special military uniform made by the Alliance. The dark gold alliance logo was tattooed on the delicate snow-white military uniform. The osmanthus branches and the golden bird were entangled on his straight back.

The military uniform was very solemn, and the bunch of badges that should have been hung were taken off and thrown at home. It was not as complicated as the publicity photos taken by the parliament, but it seemed that the whole person was full of heroism.

What didn't match his kind smile was that he had sharp eyebrows and eyes, so handsome that he was a bit evil, and when he looked at people with a sullen face, he looked like a sharp knife.

Facing his smoky gray eyes that seemed to have no emotion, some councilors who had ghosts in their hearts trembled, for fear that this evil spirit was here to catch them.

Fortunately, Shashen was in a good mood today, and greeted him kindly, with a brisk tone: "The group of trash snacks on the front line sent a distress letter again. I'm afraid I won't go back. They will collectively hang themselves tomorrow and record a screen and send it to the parliament. .”

After a pause, he glanced at the congressmen, put one hand on his chest, and bowed lightly, "Foot ban..."

The impatient congressman interrupted immediately without waiting for him to finish speaking, overjoyed: "Release!"

Immediately rolled eyes by others.

Who knows if the words behind this evil god will choke to death.

Fortunately, Lancelot seemed to have had enough fun in the Capital Star, and he didn't say anything surprising, and he finished his sentence leisurely: "...It's time to end it too."

Of course it is lifted.

The councilors, who had nightmares every day, were secretly gearing up, preparing for Lancelot to go forward, and then to hold a grand celebration banquet in the largest auditorium in De Lanxing.

This idea was seen through by Lancelot at a glance: "Do you want to have a celebration banquet after I leave?"

The congressmen wore hypocritical smiles: "What's the matter, we are thinking about whether to hold a farewell banquet for you, it is really sad."

Lancelot was immediately moved: "Then shall I stay a little longer?"

Members: "No, no, no! Marshal, although we are really sad, but the front line needs you more!"

The parliament, which usually can't solve a problem for a long time, voted to lift the ban today, which was surprisingly unanimous.

It can be seen that if we work together, everything can be accomplished.

Lancelot, who had solved the problem, was not in a hurry to leave, and approached the long table slowly.He is tall and has long legs, and his aura is too strong, and he feels too oppressive. The congressmen who are close can't help but stand up, but they are still a head shorter than him, and the oppressive feeling is still there.

This bastard is used to entertaining people, so he pushed him back and sat down without paying attention, and said with a smile: "You don't need to get up, thank you."

I was so angry that I wanted to vomit blood.

"Mr. Chairman, before I leave, I want someone alone." Lancelot walked to the long table, pressed his hands on the long table idlely, and looked at the chairman sitting at the top from a distance.

Mr. Chairman, who has believed in Buddhism for many years, has a surprisingly good temper. He has calmly recited a Buddhist scripture silently amidst the noise, and when he smiles, he seems to have the Buddha's light on the ancient earth: "Who?"

"A year ago, I was exiled after attempting to kill someone. I heard that the kid who set out to return..."

Looking at the chairman of the assembly whose expression remained unchanged, Lancelot smiled and lowered his voice, as if reciting the name of his lover, with inexplicable emotion.

"Ceizer Leslie."

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