mech warriors have no love

"Boss." Eugene calmed down and said helplessly, "Really not to stop? If he really saves Lancelot, we will fall short..."

The young man raised his hand to signal him to stop, shook his head nonchalantly, and observed César for a while, with nostalgia flashing in his eyes, and sighed: "It's really like his mother, but unfortunately his personality looks more like that annoying Lambert. " Paused, his expression was unclear, "Eugene, thank you for your hard work. If you hadn't put yourself in danger, we would not have exposed the alliance's lies."

Eugene lowered his head slightly. He stood three steps behind the young man with a respectful expression.

Although the blood of the two is similar, he is still the elder, but in the hierarchical orc society, the young man is the unique and absolute leader.

Unless a stronger person appears to kill him and replace him.

"Everyone thought I wanted Lancelot's life." The young man still smiled slightly, and swiped his finger on the screen in front of him. The scene above became the temporary base of the day before the departure of the Union Army.Under the setting sun, two people sat side by side on the shoulders of a towering silver giant.

"How warm." He said, "The cost of killing a beast is enormous, but the benefits of taming or cooperating with that beast are also huge. Before we find César, we have no choice but to You can choose to pay the price to kill Lancelot, but it's different now."

"And the alliance is so huge, with tenacious vitality, and too many geniuses. It's just that we can't find suitable military talents for a while, but there will always be the next Lambert and Lancelot. Killing this one is not enough. We What is needed is not short-term stability. If our family has been hovering at the low end of the spiritual threshold, it will only be a matter of time before we are abandoned by the God of the Universe and annihilated in the tide of history. Both César and Lancelot have excellent genes... "

Before he finished speaking, Eugene already understood what he meant, and moved his lips, wanting to refute - it is not impossible to breed the common offspring of Lancelot and César, but the Union Marshal is not an ordinary beast, in case If the cooperation fails, it will be torn apart instead?

That man was never as easy-going as he appeared on the surface, and he was the most dangerous man in the league.

Eugene thought for a long time, and said in a low voice, "Carl, I can't change your mind, but you have to remember that the safety and future of the orcs depend on you."

As an absolute leader, rights and responsibilities are equal.

Karl nodded casually, folded his hands and looked into the light screen, where the salvage arm was slowly bringing back the life chamber.

The long salvage arm needs to bypass every space crack, and accurately calculate the next step according to the law of the expansion of the previous space crack, and shuttle carefully with that small life compartment.

César's forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, the sweat wet his forehead hair, winding down along his smooth forehead, and falling into his eyes, it was extremely sour.

He was still staring at the life chamber without blinking, his back was tense, Harry noticed that the sweat on his back had already wet his clothes, and he wanted to speak, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he could only continue to hold his breath, Watching the life chamber nervously.

César's brain throbbed slightly, his face couldn't help being pale, and he stared at the life chamber expressionlessly, as if he was looking at an enemy.

He thought calmly, you will die when you come out.

The command of the army was temporarily handed over to Lancelot's adjutant, and Molly assisted. Harry was fascinated when Molly suddenly sent a communication.

"The whole army is on alert!" The gentle young lady's face was cold and her voice was stern at the moment, "The orcs started to retreat. It is not ruled out that they want our army to relax their vigilance and guard the life warehouse and rescuers. I block it with my body!"

According to the degree of hatred the orcs have for Lancelot, they should have rushed forward to obstruct him no matter the cost, so how could they watch the alliance rescue him as if they were watching a show.

It's a pity that the orcs really retreated.

Not only retreated, but also sent a video to the temporary commander of the Union Army.

The one who left the image was a young man with black hair and green eyes, who smiled and said: "If the marshal of the nobles fails to escape, I would like to express my regrets on behalf of the people of the orc race."

——Speaking as if he wasn't the one who conspired to trap Lancelot surrounded by space cracks.

"If you can escape, please congratulate him personally on my behalf. After all, the rest of my clan don't really want to see him again. Oh, by the way, please send my regards to the hero who rescued the Marshal of the Alliance. He opened the door—it would be even better if he brought the Marshal of the Alliance, if the human race and the orc race can let go of their grievances and reconcile their marriage, I will be very happy."

Lancelot's adjutant hurriedly turned off the video in a cold sweat. After the copy was completed, he directly smashed the original. He looked at the other people in the battleship with an ugly face: "Keep your mouth tight, and make a decision after the marshal wakes up."

"Yes!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the life chamber that was still moving slowly, and had a premonition that something might happen in the near future.

No one noticed that in the corner, a short soldier secretly recorded the video just now and passed it on calmly.

After nearly an hour of torture, César finally took the Life Pod and left the siege of the space crack.

The orcs had already left, and the temporary commander and his men failed to catch up with the slippery orcs, and secretly cursed the cunning leader of the orc clan. When he came back, he happened to see this scene. cheers.

César's face was still tense, and he didn't relax at all. It wasn't until the salvage arm brought the life chamber onto the mecha, and the mecha's intelligent system coldly reminded him that "the salvage was successful", his face relaxed slightly, and he gave a long sigh. He let out a breath, closed his eyes, his eye sockets were red with soreness.

The life capsule was transported to the operating room, lying quietly on the ground, through the transparent protective cover, one could see Lancelot sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed inside—everyone was worried and praying secretly for him, the salvage arm slightly With a tremor, my heart would pop out of my throat, and I was so nervous that I couldn't stand upright.

The bastard, however, slept peacefully, even with a faint smile on his lips.

Harry wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, hugged Cesare with red eyes, wanted to scold Lancelot, and wanted to thank Cesare, but he choked up a bit and didn't say anything, it took a long time He said in a hoarse voice, "Great...the Marshal is fine, that's great..."

César was not used to being so close to someone other than Lancelot. His body froze, and he instinctively wanted to break free. He raised and lowered his hands, but in the end he didn't push him away, and nodded slightly. Pat him on the back as a sign of comfort.

Harry hummed: "You didn't tell us that your mental threshold is so high, and you lied to us that you have congenital mental weakness."

César was helpless: "I..."

Harry: "There must be something unspeakable, poor little César, who has experienced so much at a young age, go back and treat us to a good meal, and I will explain it to others for you."

César looked at him secretly, confirming that he was indeed not angry because of this incident, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he nodded.

Harry still wanted to speak, but someone pressed his shoulder suddenly.

He turned his head in a daze, and saw Lancelot who had woken up and climbed out of the life cabin at some point, smiling kindly, but his eyes seemed to be whizzing coldly: "My little César is holding Comfortable?"

Harry trembled for no reason, quickly let go of Cecil, and slipped aside.

Without Harry's obstruction, César looked up at Lancelot, neither of them spoke for a while.

The price of César's shot was too high, but the price was worth it to him.

Originally, he wanted to beat Lancelot after he climbed out of the life chamber, but when he saw that he was standing in front of him safe and sound, César realized that he had no strength left to do it. His eyes turned redder, and he pursed his lips. look away.

Lancelot took two steps forward. It was difficult for him to lie in the life compartment for a while. The black military uniform was still neat and tidy, from the shoulder straps to the hem of the clothes. It was still slender, straight, majestic and powerful. Union Marshal.

He looked at César, walked slowly in front of him, and found that he still didn't want to look at him, sighed helplessly, and half knelt down.

Harry was covering his eyes, feeling that he had never been so excited in his life, and quietly synchronized the screen to Rego and Molly.

Rego is as stable as a mountain.

Molly lost the cold and stern look just now, and stared openly.

Is Marshal asking for marriage?

In the eyes of Harry and the other two pairs of peeping eyes, Lancelot lowered his head, took one of César's hands hanging by his side, put it on the side of his face, and rubbed it lightly, with a gentle voice: "I'm sorry. No Angry, okay?"

César couldn't help but stroked his soft hair.

You're like a pufferfish, darling, Lancelot thought.

Of course he didn't dare to say that.

When César touched that blond hair, most of the anger in his heart disappeared, and he said with a cold face: "There will be no next time."

A smile flashed in Lancelot's eyes, and he nodded: "Well, there will be no next time."

César then reluctantly looked him in the eye.

Lancelot stood up and touched César's head with his hand. His heart was heavy, but he still made a relaxed gesture: "Molly, stop peeping with Rego. The three of you will take César back to the base. ,Listen."

His smile remained the same, his eyes were cold and cold, "I will guard Cesar at every step. Anyone who wants to get close to Cesar or take him away, just beat him away. If the other party is tough, beat him to death." mine."

The three of them didn't understand the meaning of Lancelot's words, they vaguely guessed something, looked at César, took the order resolutely, led their guards to approach in silence, and protected César in the middle.

"Lancelot." César was vaguely uneasy.

"It's fine, it'll be fine. I'll solve a little trouble." Lancelot said softly, "No one can take you away."

César nodded, shook his head again, tilted his head to look at Lancelot for a while, and stretched out his hands.

Lancelot understood, bent down and hugged him tightly.

His heart trembled, and an extremely strong thought came to him.

He wanted to hide César, and wanted to prevent anyone from hurting or coveting César.

He didn't care about the sweat-soaked hair, he dropped a kiss on the top of César's hair, slowly moved down, kissed his white earlobe pitifully, and repeated in a low voice next to his ear: "...who Don't even try to take you away."