mech warriors have no love

Although the detection process was not friendly to the orcs and Merlin, it was confirmed that this instrument was indeed useful.

The parliament agreed with Lancelot not to do anything, because they were scruples about the space technology of the orcs. Now that the test was successful, the council immediately urged Lancelot to take back the Dar star and expel the orcs.

——There is really no reason to refuse.

The alliance soldiers were not trained enough to deal with them in time. They were beaten to pieces by the orcs before. Lancelot gathered the scattered soldiers while training, and now they are in good shape. Pants diapering—in the past, the Dal star base was an unnecessary backup role, and it was not the most important one in the many levels of the alliance. I really didn't face the orcs a few times.

Lancelot didn't know what his plan was. After promising the parliament to send troops earlier, he still didn't move and didn't issue an order.

The marshal of the army is the biggest, and no one questioned it—and dared not.

Although Lancelot hasn't moved yet, the decisive battle with the orcs shouldn't be far away.

Everyone in the army came and went in a hurry, tense and excited—except César who was wandering around in the base.

Some people recognized him as the boy in the starship when Lancelot gave his first speech after coming to Orpheus, and they all speculated about his identity, but the boy always had a cold face and looked difficult to get close to. Communication was also difficult in the past.

"Well, may I ask..."

Cesar: "The nearest restroom is 20 meters away."

"No, may I ask you..."

"Don't buy specialty products."

"No, no, I want to ask the marshal..."

"Not dead yet."

"..."

The three sentences chatted to death, and everyone could only gossip with a few people in the guards.

After getting along for a month, everyone is already familiar. Harry stroked his chin, pondered for a while, and replied with a smile, "Probably...the child bride-in-law of the Marshal."

Everyone suddenly realized.

Since then, everyone gave way to César where he passed by, and from time to time someone would give him some snacks with kind eyes.

César: "..."

César asked numbly: "Micah, why do they look at me like this?"

Micah: "Why do you care so much, hey, this honey looks delicious, try it for me..."

César gave up this unreliable mecha, and returned to the starship with a bunch of snacks. Lancelot just finished approving the documents, looked at the pile stuffed in his arms, and said in surprise: "Little friend, what are you doing?" Go to the next planet to rob?"

César thought this was unreliable, so he glanced at him: "Everyone gave it to me when I passed by the training camp."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows immediately: "Okay, these bastards are hiding snacks and trying to lure you..."

César added: "Let me eat more, say being too skinny will hurt you."

He didn't quite understand where the connection was, and he looked at a loss.

Lancelot: "...good boy!"

A group of people who were almost trained were saved by a sentence, and they added chicken legs to dinner.

César silently bit the lollipop, not knowing that his words had improved the dinner of this group of young people.

He is about to go to battle, and Lancelot still has the time to guide him to operate the mecha. César has gradually found some practical skills in the unilateral beating these days, at least he will not be beaten by Lancelot. .

Micah lay on top of César's head and sneered: "I've never seen anything like this. He held you in his arms and called you baby a second ago, and turned around and hit you harder than Lord Lambert. Lord Lambert trained you Never been so cruel."

César was also a little blocked and suspicious: "Why do you always compare him with my father?"

Mao Qiu shyly said: "I want you to understand that he is actually a father's love for you."

Cesar smiled slightly.

The hair ball suddenly became a mess.

César smiled and said, "Do I look like a fool?"

Hairball:"……"

Lancelot's training was always before going to bed, César stood by the crack of the door, squinting at Lancelot: "Micah, can I trust him?"

He was asking a question, but his tone was firm.

Micah stretched out his little hairy hand. He wanted to say, have you forgotten Levin, but he swallowed the words again.

César's expression was very serious, and those green eyes that had been dead for a long time glowed with brilliance again, shining brightly.

It has been with César for many years, and it has been a long time since he has been so happy.

Rabbits will always be picked up by wolves when they grow up.

The hairball sighed deeply, and finally loosened. He reluctantly hugged the strand of hair on the top of Cesare's head, bit his mouth very unwillingly, and then replied: "Yes."

César stretched out his hand and gently pressed the sullen hairball, the boy's eyes were clear and bright: "Micah, thank you."

Mao Qiu was stunned, as if seeing the little angel who was just born back then, couldn't help touching the finger he stretched out, rubbed it twice, and said with enjoyment: "Good boy... I am also a tolerant father's love for you."

César stretched out two fingers expressionlessly, picked up the fluttering fur ball, and pinched it slightly.

The fluffy fur ball flattened with a puff, and before it could protest, the door was pushed open.

Lancelot leaned against the door and smiled: "Little comrade, if you want to see me, just look at it openly. How can you see clearly if you are sneaky."

César said "Oh", threw the flat fur ball back with the hand behind his back, stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and obediently took Lancelot's hand and walked out.

Micah: "..."

I regret.

Tonight, Lancelot didn't hit César directly. The two mechas faced each other from afar and communicated in the game.

"In addition to being able to precisely operate mechas, mecha fighters with strong mental power can also seize the control of other mechas." When Lancelot was a teacher, he was unambiguous, with a sharp voice and a fast speaking speed. Questions were allowed, but only questions. After the end, he will ask the question again, and if he can't answer it, he will be punished.

César could only concentrate on listening to his explanation.

"When you rescued Molly last time, if you had been more proficient in controlling the orc mecha, I wouldn't have discovered it." Lancelot said, feeling a little sour all of a sudden.

If it weren't for his background, César's mental strength would not be much inferior to him, and he would have been able to shine in the army long ago. How could he keep pretending to be sick, hide his talent, and have no actual combat experience.

"Invasion of other mechs requires quickness, precision and ruthlessness. Concentrate mental power into a needle, instantly pierce the enemy's defense, and quickly seize control. The battlefield changes rapidly, and there is no extra time to entangle."

Lancelot paused, looked at César and said, "Now, come and try to seize control of me."

Lucy, who had been silent all this time, coughed lightly: "Lord Lancelot, it is very dangerous for both parties to seize the control of the mecha. If the snatch is successful, the attacked party will directly go into a coma and cause great damage to the mental power. Or become an idiot. If the attacking party fails, it will be backlashed, and if the situation is serious, it will be the same as the former..."

Lancelot calmly turned off Lucy's voice, and nodded at César nonchalantly: "Come on."

It could still be...

César made a silent note, glanced at Lancelot, closed his eyes, mobilized his mental power, and attacked the mecha operated by Lancelot.

If you want to compare it, most people's spiritual power attached to the mecha mental net is like a layer of fog, which can be easily removed.

But the Alliance Marshal is a vast sea with no end in sight.

César was sweating coldly on his forehead. He wanted to break through Lancelot's defense in one go, but lost his way in that sea area. Lancelot was not polite, wrapped him up and immediately started to fight back. Some thorns grew in his mind. Pain, knowing that this is the consequence of being counterattacked, bit her lip, and was about to counterattack back, when suddenly Lucy's words sounded in her mind, without any hesitation, her mental power turned into a swimming fish and fell into that sea area .

Lancelot's breathing was stagnant, and he immediately stopped attacking. Anger flashed in his opened eyes, and he called out with a dark face, "Cesar!"

César opened his eyes with a pale face, hissed lightly, tears unconsciously filled his eyes, but smiled, and said in a low voice, "Headache."

Lancelot was so angry that he wanted to take off his pants and spank him, disconnect the black hole link, walk up to César, take off his gaming helmet, and just as he opened his mouth to teach someone a lesson, he was hugged around the waist.

The Union Marshal's fierce anger stuck in his throat, and he went dumb.

The child's long eyelashes trembled slightly: "It hurts..."

Lancelot became even more angry: "Who taught you to give up resistance when fighting against others? I dare not do such a dangerous thing, what the hell are you..."

César opened his eyes and looked up at him: "If I didn't retreat just now, you would get hurt."

"What's a little injury?" Lancelot was stared at by him, most of his anger subsided, and he barely maintained his scowling expression, "I have rough skin and thick flesh, and I have been fighting on the battlefield for so many years. Children than?"

César: "But I don't want you to get hurt."

Lancelot made a gesture to reach out to hit someone, but he couldn't hit his eyes. Over the years, no matter whether it is the parliament that always hinders people or the intimate subordinates, the biggest expectation for him is to hit someone. Win battles, don't lose.

No one has said that yet.

"Don't think I won't beat you if you act like a baby." Lancelot squinted at him, raised his big hand, but still couldn't bear it, and patted him on the back lightly, "Take a good rest, and attack Dar Star in three days .”

César was puzzled: "Can I go to the battlefield?"

Lancelot smiled: "You can watch the fun on the sidelines."

Cecil pushed him away in disgust.

After formulating the battle plan, Lancelot convened another meeting with the generals in the army. Merlin was also beside him. After the meeting ended, the others slowly retreated. Merlin pushed his glasses, looked at the battle star map, and smiled. Without saying a word, he sat firmly on his buttocks, without any intention of leaving.

Lancelot never played cards according to common sense. He stood up and said, "Your Excellency Merlin seems to like this star map very much. Please take a look, I will take a step first."

Merlin's smile froze, and he said helplessly, "Marshal, please wait a moment."

Lancelot didn't sit back, but tapped on the table lightly, with a fart expression on his face: "What's the matter?"

"Actually, I came here this time for another purpose besides transporting the equipment." Merlin maintained a gentle smile, "I need the Marshal to hand over someone beside me."

"Oh? Who? David? Rego? Harry? Or Joe? I want to take you away, this group of useless snacks give me a headache." Lancelot said with a serious face, "But Molly can't be taken away, the only one in the army A desert rose, we treasure it, if you take it away, David might hunt for you desperately."

Merlin lost his temper because of his troubles. In order to prevent Lancelot from continuing to change the subject, he said bluntly, "Neither of them. Marshal, I want to take Cesare away."

Lancelot's expression remained unchanged.

He smiled and looked at the distinguished guests from the Capital Star, trying to figure out whether this meant the council or the lunatic doing human experiments, but he couldn't figure it out, so he could only sigh regretfully, and said in a kind tone, "You're dreaming."