mech warriors have no love

Carl obviously attached great importance to this experiment, so he asked Kagel to meet with the orc researcher and César that night.

Cagle was in a bad mood.

A bit of anger was added to the expressionless face, and even Karl didn't dare to say anything.César owns the inheritance rights of Belling's house, and did not let these people enter the house to disturb the tranquility inside. Several people sat in the icy and snowy front yard, looking at each other, just in time to extinguish the fire in the cold north wind.

As soon as they met, Cagle asked bluntly: "Cesar, why did you agree!"

César was expressionless: "I need to discuss with you what decision I make?"

Cagle choked, his face flushed.

One of the two was a former alliance member, and the other was half-human and half-beast. Ignoring the two staring orcs next to them, they talked to themselves: "Karl should have told you the truth about your mother, aren't you angry?"

Cesar was silent for a moment.

Of course he was angry.

The mother he loves and loves him deeply is a biological weapon made by the orcs, and has experienced many hardships since childhood.

Moreover, if Bei Lin hadn't carried out the transplant experiment before he left, and had a very high mental threshold, he wouldn't have been captured by the alliance after giving birth to him and executed in secret.

She should have escaped.

Why does it seem like all the bad things in the world have been added to her.

But in that diary, it also wrote about Bei Lin's life in the laboratory since she was a child. Every researcher was very kind to her, even if it was not pure kindness, but she had never suffered Mental torture.

Strong spiritual power is the ardent expectation and hope that the orcs place on her, and it is also the shackles that the orcs put on her, and it is an unparalleled gift.

In Bei Lin's diary, there is a small line of words, she wrote: Thank them for letting me grow up, otherwise I would not have met Lambert.

After being quiet for a long time, César raised his eyes again, met Kagel's eyes burning with anger, and wrote lightly: "This is her wish."

I just want to fulfill her wish.

Kagel was startled, and his eyes suddenly turned red, as if he saw the orc female general half kneeling in front of him many years ago, and smiled at him.

His throat seemed to be choked by something, and his voice was rough: "For so many years... I always thought she hated the orcs..."

Carl turned his head away, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be red when he turned back. When he saw Kagel, it was as if he was looking at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help feeling a little unexplainable pity for this weird-tempered scientist. I just patted him on the shoulder and wanted to pretend to say a few words to adjust the atmosphere, when I heard Kagel say: "So I made some moves in the space technology to intensify the energy burning of the orcs, and the pit Called Karl many times, it's his fate..."

Carl: "..."

César: "..."

The researcher on the background panel: "..."

Forget it, just pretend you didn't hear it.

After Kagel adjusted his state, César began to ask about the steps of the experiment.When the time came, Karl got up and left to call the elders for a meeting.

Although he has already agreed to the conditions proposed by César, but this kind of thing can't be arbitrarily decided. Even if you don't want to hear the elders quarreling, you have to bite the bullet and hold a meeting, and finally make a final decision.

So when Carl left, his expression was very painful.

Apparently, an orc with a bad temper is probably more terrifying when holding a meeting than hundreds of people buzzing in the parliament.

César kindly handed him something: "Lancelot often uses this when he meets with the parliament, you can try it."

Carl took it and looked down—a pair of small sound-isolating earplugs.

"..." Carl thought in a complicated mood. It turned out that the Alliance Marshal also wanted to escape.After thinking about it, I felt much better. I happily put on the earplugs and turned to leave.

"The previous experimental direction of the Orcs was to cultivate individual talents so that they have strong spiritual power." Kagel Gujing said without a wave, opened the terminal, and projected an analysis map, "There are actually disadvantages in doing this. Although this kind of biological weapon possesses powerful spiritual power, it is like being force-feeded since childhood, it is not only difficult to control, but also puts a heavy burden on the body, so...they generally cannot live for too long."

So the last part of the experiment is to transfer the mental power.

Of course, before that, it was to find an excellent spouse for the experimental subject and give birth to a child. Maybe that child was born with a high mental threshold.

But this is not only inefficient, but also very wasteful, and the failure rate of the experiment is extremely high.

It is useless to act on individuals, and personal bravery is useless in order to save a race.

Under such exploration, the direction of the Orcs changed.They tried to experiment with the genes of highly gifted people, fantasized about developing a reagent, mass-produced it, injected it into every pregnant woman, and changed the natural deficiencies of the orcs—but the genes of the Alliance people had no effect on the orcs, and the orcs The family couldn't find any geniuses at all, and Karl didn't fully inherit Belling's mental power. In this predicament, only César could help.

Kagel didn't care about whether this race would perish. He thought for a while, whispered a few words to the orc researcher, nodded and said: "The experiment needs your cooperation, I will only draw your blood for research, and I won't be like Like the Alliance, it tortured you half to death."

Cecil nodded indifferently.

The orc researcher rubbed his hands excitedly: "Then, can we now..."

César looked up at the sky and said coldly, "No, I'm going to rest."

researcher:"……"

A sleepless researcher cannot understand a creature that sleeps on a regular basis.

César stood up, his height was quite high, even taller than this researcher.After thinking about it, he said seriously: "Only by going to bed on time can you grow taller."

Micah blew his hair indifferently, and didn't tell Cesare that it was the shameless Lancelot who lied to him.

At César's age, he should have grown taller.

Well, for the sake of that old hooligan still caring about Cesar, I won't reveal anything.

Whether Carl's meeting is going well is not within the scope of Sizer's thinking. His life is rarely disturbed by the outside world. Most of the time he lives in his own world, quietly having dinner, taking a bath, and then lying in bed, saying to himself Good night.

The hairball rubbed against his face: "I'm trying my best to receive information from the league. Lancelot likes to be in the limelight so much. There should be a lot of news about him. I'll wait."

César's eyes were soft, and he said softly, "Micah, you are so kind."

Maoqiu proudly puffed out her non-existent chest: "How can I be a good father if I don't... Puji."

César squashed the fur ball that was flying around when he was proud, threw it off the bed, turned over and closed his eyes.

He fell asleep very quickly, but seldom fell asleep completely, and could be awakened by the slightest disturbance.

In the middle of the night, an indescribable sense of crisis woke Cesare up instantly.

In the darkness, César opened his eyes silently, grabbed the fur ball, and got out of bed in his pajamas.The hairball has replaced the defense system of this house that has been outdated for decades, and reminded: "Cesar, there are five people near the house, trying to disarm the defense system. 200 meters away, there are three heavy mechs facing the guns. With this house, as soon as the protection is lifted, they will immediately open fire."

César remained expressionless, his green eyes were like pools in the darkness, with a frightening coldness floating up and down.

Micah knew that César was angry.

"They shouldn't do this kind of thing to mother's old house." César said slowly, "Micah."

Once the protection is removed, three heavily armored gravity cannons can completely destroy this place and level it to the ground.

Micah rubbed his cheek: "Follow your order, Master Cesar."

César: "Detect the location of the people outside, I will deal with them first."

Micah quickly locked the range and said with a smile: "When they stay together, they look like Chinese cabbages that come together to give away their heads."

César changed into clothes, tied up his long black hair, and walked out of the room like a ghost, holding the short knife Lancelot gave him.

There was no one else around Belling's house, it had been dusty for many years, it was lonely, and it was a good place to start.

Behind the house, several technicians were sweating profusely invading the old house that had been placed for many years: "What's going on... The defense system of this house was decades ago, why can't it be cracked?"

"Could it be that the woman upgraded the system when she hooked up with the Alliance?"

"Stop talking nonsense, as soon as possible, solve it before dawn, my lord is still waiting, if Carl escapes, none of us can leave alive..."

Suddenly an indifferent voice came from behind: "You can't leave alive now."

The few people were all in a state of excitement, their hairs standing on end, they hurriedly turned around, and at some point, a man stood behind him, standing in the shadows, with a slender figure, slowly approaching them, the shadow gradually elongated, and fell on them in front of you.

Exactly what they were aiming for tonight.

The leader was terrified. He didn't know when César slipped out and when he ran behind them. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout "Run" or "Fight", but the signal in his hand Before sending it out, there was a sudden chill in the throat.

This was the second time César used this dagger to kill someone.

His movements were as fast as a gust of wind, and before anyone could react, he raised the knife and cut off a few heads neatly and indifferently.

In the end, the orc's legs were so frightened that he couldn't move to escape. He ran back trembling crazily, but was firmly stepped on his ankle by a boot. He didn't know how hard it was, and the sound of bones breaking The sound sounded, and the man yelled in pain, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

The dagger was still stained with bright red blood, César bent down, raised his chin with the dagger, and asked coldly, "Who sent you here? Where's Karl?"

"Yes... yes..." The pain was so extreme that he couldn't even speak clearly.

César frowned, not wanting to waste any more time, and decisively killed the orc who was still "yes yes yes", and tapped Micah lightly with his fingers.

Micah understood and rubbed his hands excitedly.

A few seconds later, a huge and beautiful silver mech suddenly appeared in the orc city.

A few hundred meters away, the faces of the people in the mecha who had waited for a long time without receiving a signal changed, and they wanted to run subconsciously—but when they turned around, they saw the huge mecha blocking behind them like a nightmare.

César looked at them, imitating Lancelot's expression and tone unconsciously, and tickled the corner of his mouth coldly: "Good evening, everyone."