mech warriors have no love

In front of hundreds of congressmen, Lancelot showed an indescribable smile.

It seems to be mocking these people, and it seems to be disdainful.

He didn't respond immediately, his eyes glanced coldly at these councilors.Some people have ghosts in their hearts. As soon as they meet his eyes, they will look away guiltily. He will not stare at anyone, but after looking at them one by one, he will return his eyes to the chairman of the council, and open his mouth with a half-smile: " What if I don't?"

The chairman of the council is still very kind, and his tone is very sincere, as if trying to persuade: "This can only persuade the marshal to put the overall situation first. The marshal and countless alliance soldiers guarding the alliance, repelling the orcs and star robbers, should be more important than anyone else. Everyone must understand the cunning of the orcs. Of course, we don't have bad intentions for Cesar Leslie. After all, he is a child who grew up under the blessing of the alliance. We believe that he has the kindness of human beings. , was not defeated by the beast. After you bring him, we will conduct an interrogation. After the interrogation is over, and it is confirmed that Cizer is not a spy of the beast clan, he will be sent back—how?"

This seems to be the biggest concession of parliament.

Lancelot didn't answer, he noticed Lambert in the corner when he glanced at the councilors just now.After César fell asleep in his arms last night, he got in touch with Lambert, and in a few words, he learned something that César didn't know.

When Belling was executed, Lambert's father agreed to clone Cesare.

The baby's mental threshold is unpredictable, but César is the child of the two top geniuses of the Orcs and the Alliance, and under normal circumstances humans and the Beasts cannot give birth to offspring. My genes are full of curiosity.

Of course, the human cloning experiment failed, and they still have no spiritual power.

Cesare was also declared to be a born insane.

This seems to be the opposite of extremes.

At that time, the agreement between the parliament and the Leslie family was to hand over Belling, and agreed to conduct experiments on César, and would not attack César after that.

However, after Levin, who was installed by the parliament, discovered Cesare's mental threshold, the parliament once again broke its promise and broke its promise.

The Alliance seems to have a habit of breaking promises since the first generation.

Lancelot thought to himself, I believe you unless my brain is gnawed by you.

He looked at these people and said slowly: "Mr. Chairman, the question I just asked is, what if I don't?"

Elton showed a regretful expression: "...involving the beast race, the matter is of great importance. If the Lord Marshal insists on disobeying the order of the protest meeting, we can only have the Lord Marshal be brought back to Planet Delan to test whether you have been killed by the beast race." The people are brainwashed."

This is very straightforward.

Naked. Naked is threatening: dare to disobey you, you are a traitor who conspired with the orcs!

Lancelot smiled: "Oh? I'm curious, who can bring me back to Planet Delan?"

Elton's expression changed.

The faces of the other congressmen were also not very good, and they looked at their marshal with apprehension.

Lancelot's words were too subtle.

Indeed, with Lancelot in hand, no one can force him to do anything.

If forced... who knows what he can do.

Moreover, this sentence is too easy to be interpreted by conspirators in various meanings.

Elton hadn't spoken yet, and a middle-aged man with a mustache beside him suddenly changed his expression: "Lancelot, do you want to betray the alliance!"

Lancelot glanced at him: "Don't talk nonsense."

Elton exchanged glances with several congressmen, and said slowly: "The Marshal means..."

"I was just joking." Lancelot smiled kindly, "I said before I left Planet Delane that I would deal with all the MPs who broke the law for personal gain. Wasn't it also a joke?"

No one thought Lancelot was joking.

The atmosphere was tense, and Lancelot's adjutant suddenly reported loudly: "Marshal! A large number of orcs have been detected ahead! César's starship jumped forward at some point and rushed towards the orc army!"

The voice was transmitted to the parliament through the three-dimensional communication, and several members stood up: "Sure enough, they are spies!"

The council was clamoring. Some people were in a daze, not knowing why the orcs wanted to return, and what César was trying to do when he rushed to the orc team. Some people looked gloomy and looked inquiringly at Lambert in the corner.

Lancelot lowered his eyes and had no opinion on César's choice.

As early as when he entered the starship and saw César's clothes, when César asked him if he was embarrassed, he guessed César's final decision.

Didn't the council say that he has orc blood and is a spy sent by orcs?

Then he will be convicted of this crime and go to the orc clan.

The orc leader who had the same hair color and eye color as Cesar had probably communicated with Cesar or Lambert, and since they thought there was no problem, Lancelot would not do anything.

It may indeed be safer in the Orcs than in the Alliance.

Without waiting for the chairman to say anything, Lancelot smiled casually and saluted casually: "Let's talk first, I'm going to arrest someone."

After finishing speaking, he cut off the communication, opened the star map, locked on Cesar's starship, and looked at the small dot.

Lucy dutifully reminded: "Master Marshal, Sir Cesar is about to make the next leap."

Lancelot snorted, thought for a while, and circled a place: "The target coordinate point of the jump should be here."

Lucy glanced at the coordinate point. With its calculation ability, of course, he could see that Lancelot was just blind at all. He fell silent for a while, and then issued the order as he said.

"Cesar, they chased in another direction." The fur ball lay on top of César's head, rubbing against a lock of hair.

César didn't respond, and looked at the person on the communication light screen with a cold face: "We have been waiting outside the Orca for a long time."

The other party's eyes similar to his squinted and smiled: "I'm glad you made this decision, welcome to the Orcs, César."

César snorted: "Are you finished, I'm busy running for my life."

Carl said: "Call uncle... don't be afraid, Lancelot will not take you back."

César said nothing.

Of course he knew that Lancelot would not take him back, but not necessarily others.

This place is very close to Star Dar, and when the council heard the news of his escape, it would definitely issue an order directly for the commander on Star Dar to catch up.

At that time, in front of other people, Lancelot will not be able to release water anymore.

Sure enough, soon, a large number of red light spots appeared in the star map, and quickly besieged them.

Lancelot led the team astray once, and soon caught up again, joining the Alliance Army on the Dar Star side.The leader was the surviving supreme officer on Dar Star. When he saw Lancelot, he subconsciously wanted to hand over the command. Thinking of the order from the parliament, he bit the bullet and leaned forward again, smiling dryly, "My lord marshal... the council ordered me to Capture César together with you...it is an honor to fight side by side with you."

Lancelot squinted and smiled: "I'm honored too."

Although he was smiling, the man was startled and moved away quickly, for fear that Lancelot would shoot him down.

In the communication channel, the guards were obviously also confused: "Marshal, what is going on?"

"Why did César suddenly become an orc mole? Where is he going?"

Lei Ge had always been taciturn, but he was extraordinarily sharp, and whispered: "You two don't ask."

Lancelot said indifferently: "It's nothing, the council is too deceptive and forced my little César away."

There was a moment of silence in the channel.

They could see how much Lancelot loved Cesare.

Although he was ridiculed as a beast, no one expected this development.

As Micah said, Lancelot is not the marshal of César alone, he is the marshal of the alliance.

The duty of the Alliance Marshal is to protect the Alliance.

No matter how blocked the parliament is, as long as the sky is not turned upside down, Lancelot will have to endure it.Behind the star field he guarded, apart from those bastards, there are also countless innocent people of the alliance. Many of them are like the residents of Russ City, who fanatically worship him and trust him wholeheartedly.

Lancelot was never for the Union, for the Parliament.

He is for these ordinary people.

There will be no absolute peace in this world. If there is no one to guard the alliance, there will be more cruel invaders. Most other countries do not like the alliance to shout the slogan of equality for all.Although everyone may not be equal in the alliance, but outside the alliance, everyone is really unequal.

He wants to overthrow Parliament, but not yet.

Lucy seemed to have guessed what Lancelot was thinking. The brain implanted in the program of loyalty to the alliance did not stop him, and said seriously: "Lord Lancelot, I am loyal to the alliance, to you, just like you, not to parliament."

Lancelot patted its small head in a loose manner: "Comparisons, I won't fight back."

After a pause, he said, "Can you get through the communication with César?"

César quickly received the communication.

He didn't think much about it. After connecting to the communication, when he saw Lancelot, his eyes wandered for a while, and he pursed his thin lips that were still red and swollen.

I thought that Lancelot wanted to explain something important, but Lancelot stared at him for a while, and said to himself: "Why did the swelling go down so quickly... you should leave some more on your neck. a print."

César: "..."

Lancelot: "Honey, did you have breakfast when you came out?"

César: "... I ate it."

In the boundless universe, the spiral arms in the distance are brilliant and beautiful, rapidly rotating and colliding meteorites shoot around, in front are orcs waiting quietly, behind are densely packed silver mechs and starships, in the eyes of outsiders, César Running away alone, the atmosphere should be tense.

The two mechas, Micah and Lucy, looked at them with blank expressions.

"When you get there, eat well and sleep on time."

"it is good."

"If the orcs dare to harm you, tell me immediately, and I will take people to flatten their lair to vent your anger."

"Ah."

"Don't be approached by any weird people, those who are too close to you will be chased away, they are all pig hoofs plotting against you."

"You too."

"Huh?" Lancelot responded.

César's mouth curled into a slight smile: "You too."

Lancelot looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "You don't want to know what I'm plotting against you. There's one more thing."

"What?" César looked up at him, her beautiful eyes were shining brightly, as if there were countless little stars hidden.

Lancelot seemed to be talking about something important to the survival of the alliance, with a serious expression on his face: "Remember to miss me."

César nodded calmly: "Okay."

When his voice fell, he could already see the orc mecha in front of him.The alliance army was getting closer and closer, and no one dared to fire. The council was debating whether to kill Cecil on the spot, prevent him from bringing the genetic secrets to the orcs, or leave him alive.

Before the parliament got entangled, Lancelot suddenly rushed forward with Lucy on his back.

The speed of the high-level intelligent mecha was extraordinary, and it was near the starship in an instant.César didn't ask what Lancelot wanted to do, and rushed out with Micah on his back.

The two mechas faced each other silently between the two armies.

Lucy raised his hand.

César silently read Lancelot's name.

The next moment, the mecha driven by Lancelot bombarded - with this impact, Micah rushed into the group of orc mechas.

Lancelot withdrew his hand, watched the orc's mecha slowly disappear from his eyes using space technology, and sighed leisurely: "The child has grown up...it's time to be stocked."