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The problem looks a bit big.

Lancelot asked calmly, "Why don't you just stand here?"

Lu Xi observed for a while, finished the calculation, and replied regretfully: "The space crack is slowly expanding, even if you don't move, it will spread over, not to mention that in many cases, you have to move."

Lancelot nodded without changing his expression.No one on the chaotic battlefield noticed the slowly expanding black cracks around Lancelot. He looked around, stared at the star picture for a moment, and connected to Harry's communication first.

"Harry." His voice was the same as usual, calm and steady, unquestionable, "Get Cesare out of here."

The nature of a soldier is to obey, and Harry never questioned Lancelot's decision, although it felt a little strange, he nodded.

When he was about to hang up the communication, César, who was sitting obediently next to him, stretched out his hand abruptly and held him down.

"Ceizer?" Harry was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Would you like to say goodbye to the Marshal?"

César ignored him, he was staring at the display screen, no matter what he couldn't suppress the shadow in his heart just now—probably due to the genetic orc's alertness to danger, his hairs were almost standing on end just now, as if there was something terrible is about to happen.

Lancelot didn't connect to the image, only a light and laughing voice came out: "What's the matter? Missed me after leaving for a while?"

César pursed his lips and chose to trust his intuition: "Lancelot, what's wrong with you?"

Lancelot took a deep breath, turned his head to Lucy and said, "Why is a child's intuition so sensitive, if I do something bad in the future, there is no place to hide..."

Lucy: "You still have a cosmic time to tell your funeral."

Lancelot touched his chin, without saying a word, and turned back to continue Moncizell: "What threat can a few orcs pose to me? Go back to sleep, and when I wake up, I will take you back to Star Ruth."

César didn't want to listen to his nonsense, and sometimes the Union Marshal was just as annoying as Micah.

He cut off the communication with a cold face, and whispered: "Harry, do you believe me?"

Harry nodded, "Of course."

"I want to make sure Lancelot is safe before leaving."

Harry looked distressed: "But the marshal ordered me to take you away."

César raised his hand silently, ready to knock Harry unconscious with one blow.

Unexpectedly, Harry seemed to sense danger, and the conversation changed abruptly: "But the marshal didn't say when he would take you away, so let's go and have a look first."

Cesare withdrew his hand that was about to attack, and showed a gentle and harmless smile.

Harry's neck felt cold, he touched it twice, and smiled dryly.

Now that the decision was made, Harry immediately turned to Lancelot with César - this was almost upstream, with countless mechas flying through the space around him. Enemy ahead.

Although the orcs have low mental strength, the ferocity and brutality in their blood is beyond the reach of alliance soldiers. These orcs dare to fight, even if they die, they have to be backed, and even if they can't be backed, they must be let The enemy breaks a leg and a hand.Don't think about it.

Before reaching Lancelot, Harry noticed that there were no defensive starships and mechs near the commander.

His heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, and before he noticed what happened, César had already noticed the staggered space cracks that filled the vicinity of the huge silver mecha.

As the wreckage of the orc mechs nearby turned slowly, they would inadvertently bump into the cracks, instantly turning into dust, and being sucked into the unknown space by the space cracks.

César's face turned pale suddenly.

Micah poked his head out of his collar, with a serious expression on Mao's face: "The space magnetic field is disturbed by the crack, and it is impossible for Lancelot to jump out. This is the real purpose of the orcs... It doesn't matter if Dar Star is taken back by the Alliance , It doesn’t matter if you lose this battle, as long as Lancelot is dead, the alliance won’t have anyone who can stand up.”

What's more, Lancelot's prestige has almost reached the level of belief among soldiers and civilians. The fanatical believers in Russ are just a microcosm of it. But billions of Union citizens.

Lancelot said that it is not a good thing for a person to become a religion or a god.

Faith is immortal, and gods live forever.

And people will eventually die.

Harry moved his lips. The blood that wanted to rush up immediately cooled down when he saw the solid mecha wreckage being crushed. His tone was difficult, and his eyes immediately turned red: "Marshal!"

Obviously, Lancelot shielded the mecha with César, and gave orders to the others. Even though the coach's life was in danger, the soldiers of the alliance remained calm.

César took a deep breath, his face was so cold that a layer of frost could be scraped off, he left and connected to Lancelot's communication channel, and said coldly: "Is that what you said, no problem?"

Lancelot choked, and did not answer César directly, his voice was raised high, very annoyed: "Harry! How did you take care of the child!"

"Lancelot!" César shouted back even louder, "You lied to me!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes seemed to be a little red, and he roared back loudly, but his voice was trembling.

Lancelot was a little helpless: "Where did you lie to you... I can't die, don't worry, okay?"

César said coldly: "Don't worry? Can you still turn into a worm and get out of it?"

Lancelot smiled: "I can't become a worm, but Lucy can become a life chamber, just let Molly salvage me out. It's so simple, what are you afraid of."

It's really easy to say.

After Lu Xi became the life bin, it could indeed be salvaged—but the surrounding space cracks were mixed, and the person who controlled the salvage arm only needed to shake the life bin accidentally, even if it was just a little bit, the space cracks would be broken. Opening the protection of the life chamber will immediately put the people inside to death.

This requires extremely high mental strength and precise operation ability of the person who operates the salvage arm.

If Lancelot is allowed to operate by himself, of course there is no problem. The problem is that after entering the life chamber, he will fall into a short dormancy state.

César thought everything through in an instant.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pressed the console, turned on the [-]D communication, and said in a deep voice with red eyes, "I'll do it."

Micah opened his mouth to persuade, but César quickly glanced at it: "Shut up."

Lancelot was silent, looking at César who had a calm face in the [-]D communication, and after a while, he still turned on the [-]D communication.He sat firmly in front of the console, not fidgeting because of the predicament, his handsome brows and eyes were full of calmness.

"Cesar, no."

If César was allowed to salvage, he would not be able to hide his spiritual talent no matter what.

Compared to Lancelot, César was as irritable and anxious as a little leopard. He gouged out Lancelot's eyes: "Shut up, too!"

Long-winded like a mech.

Lancelot joked: "Baby, Molly's hands are very steady. The conditions were not good during the war. I met a few pregnant women who were captured and gave birth on the spot. You can watch from the side..."

César interrupted him: "Lancelot."

Lancelot's smile stopped.

"I don't think anyone can be saved." César lowered his eyes and mumbled a few names. No one could hear who he was talking about. He raised his eyes quickly, and his eyes were clear, which meant that this was not an impulsive decision. , "I don't want to regret either."

Lancelot closed his eyes.

Lucy was still sarcastic at the side: "Lord Lancelot, please put away your machismo, it is not shameful to ask your sweetheart to save you. According to calculations, the success rate of salvage by Lord Cesare is as high as 90.00% five, 60.00% higher than that of Major Molly. Do you want Master César, who is just in love, to watch you being torn into pieces by the cracks in space, without even leaving your body?"

Lancelot: "..."

He opened his eyes, leaned back, exhaled, with a helpless and indulgent expression: "...OK."

The knight always guards the little prince.

But the Cavaliers are always in trouble.

The little prince was able to protect him in turn.

Harry listened quietly for a long time, and said in a cloud of fog, "Wait... Marshal, what are you talking about?"

"Make a promise, don't look or listen, be careful of the eye of the needle." Lancelot turned his head and ordered a few words, and the mechas lined up were scattered around, giving the salvage marshal a safe and stable space.After he finished his orders, he turned around and said lazily, "Give over the control of the mecha to César, and César will be responsible for salvaging me."

Harry: "..."

Lancelot looked at him sympathetically: "Or César takes control by himself... This kid has a heavy hand and may shock you."

Harry: "?"

César whispered, "Sorry."

Harry handed over the control of the mecha in a daze, watching his mecha fly smoothly and quickly to the vicinity of the space crack, he couldn't turn his mind for a while.

When César first arrived, everyone thought he was a pampered young master. Unfortunately, the young master's single-handed combat ability could overwhelm more than half of the base. Later, everyone thought that he was born with weak mental strength and poor contact with mechs...

But now that he was close, his mecha was under him, and he could clearly feel the surging spiritual power of César.

Harry held back for a long time, but he was not angry at being deceived and concealed. He only stared at César with strange eyes for a moment, and murmured: "...Next time you tell me that you are an orc, I will believe it too."

César: "..."

Lancelot: "..."

Major Harry, you guessed the wrong thing.

"The crack is expanding." César took a deep breath, shook his hands slightly, and then nodded calmly, "Let's get started."

Lancelot smiled at him, not caring about his own safety, as if he completely trusted Cesare, blinked at him lightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

The huge silver mecha transformed into a life chamber in an instant before the enlarged space crack approached.

The round silver life pod quietly suspended between the intertwined space cracks, fragilely guarding the life of the Alliance Marshal.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, César took a deep breath and stopped paying attention to the outside world. He stared at the salvage arm, controlled it to shuttle quickly through the cracks in space, and quickly approached the life chamber.

After a short pause, the salvage arm grasped the life chamber and walked back slowly.

Compared with the rapid speed when going there, the salvage arm returning with the life capsule was a bit annoying, moving slowly step by step, avoiding those fatal cracks.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at the quietest place in the middle of the battlefield intentionally or unintentionally. The enemies who couldn't get in were looking forward to César's trembling hands and personally burying the patron saint of the alliance. The alliance army was sweating profusely with nervous fingertips trembling.

But even if you pay more attention, the battlefield of these people is still the cruelest place on the periphery.

Behind the orcs, the young man with green eyes and black hair connected to the surveillance from the front. When he saw the handsome young man on the light screen, he was in a daze for a while. It looks better, right?"

Eugene turned his face numbly: "..."