mech warriors have no love

The feeling of cold hands and feet lasted only three seconds.

César's bewildered expression disappeared without a trace. His fingertips trembled slightly, and he slowly clenched his hands. His expression was calm, and there was no trace of other emotions in his tone: "Thank you. I'm going to find him."

Carl rubbed his forehead with a headache.

He hesitated because César would definitely go to Lancelot when he found out... But in that case, how could Lancelot still be alive!

The Marshal of the Alliance is also a human being. Even if the people praise him like a god, he is only a mortal body. He can only accept his fate when encountering the enemy's suicidal crazy attack and the space crack that can cut and shred everything.

Seeing what he was thinking, César reached out to touch the dagger that he was carrying with him, and the tentacles were cold, but it miraculously made his last trace of anxiety disappear without a trace.

Carl sighed: "Cesar, you should be more sensible."

César shook his head, looked at Carl, and repeated firmly: "I'm going to find him."

After finishing speaking, he turned back to the laboratory without waiting for Karl's reaction, pulled out Kaggle who was discussing with others, stretched out the arm that had been drawn blood just now, and raised his chin: "I'm going to leave for a while , you draw more, spare."

Cagle was confused: "Huh? Where are you going?"

César thought for a while, and said seriously: "Go and save my knight."

Cagle: "?"

Karl knew that he couldn't stop César, so he silently watched César's blood drawn and was about to leave with a pale face, so he couldn't help but said, "I'll send someone to follow you."

César raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Are you trying to kill me or him?"

Other orcs are not like Karl, who are highly receptive to the alliance, and Lancelot is the number one enemy of the orcs.

Carl: "..."

It seems so.

The cheap uncle who was messy in the wind led his indifferent little nephew to leave the planet according to the way he came, and cross the pile of rubble.

There was no sound in the communication channel. After a long time, Carl hesitated to say: "Cesar, Lancelot disappeared in full view. The news cannot be hidden. He was the supporter of the alliance. Now he is missing. The alliance is like a piece of sweet cake, which has been unpacked and put before your eyes..."

Before he finished speaking, César understood and interrupted coldly: "I don't care whether you will send troops."

He only cares about a few people.

Carl smiled: "I think the group of noble members of the parliament can't sit still on their buttocks now. Little nephew, be careful when you go out, uncle is waiting for you to bring them back."

César frowned: "You seem to be very interested in Lancelot."

Carl was much calmer this time: "I'm very interested in the common offspring of the two of you."

Cesar was taken aback.

Strictly speaking, he was just a kid.

In today's long life of human beings, if you are less than 30 years old, you are still a teenager according to age.

If those things hadn't happened and gone to military school, maybe Cesare would still be in school now, struggling with papers and homework.

The common descendant seems very far away.

But, with Lancelot's child...

Micah pointed out calmly: "Cesar, you are blushing."

César ignored it, and said in a cold voice, "I advise you not to think about it."

After finishing speaking, the communication was directly closed.

Carl got a bad nose and didn't care, anyway, César's reaction was within his expectations.

Leaving the pile of rubble, the always vague signal finally became clear, César said goodbye to Karl without any nonsense, located the planet Millais, and left directly.

Although the hiding place of the orcs was outside the territory and not the alliance territory, it was very close to the alliance, and Karl didn't dare to stay longer. Seeing César's decisive departure, he sighed and hurried back.

"Cesar, do you think Lancelot is still alive?"

It was quiet in the mech for a long time before Micah plucked up the courage to ask this sentence, secretly observing César's face while speaking.

César's fingertips brushed across the operating table, holding the short knife, his expression became a little more determined, and he nodded.

Micah immediately swallowed his words, put aside the topic, stopped talking about it, searched a bunch of jokes from the database, and chirped about Cesare during this long and boring journey, trying to make him laugh.

César was very face-saving, and said with a cold face: "Hehe."

From Orpheus constellation to Milai star, even if Micah moves forward at full speed, regardless of the physical burden of Cizer, it will take half a month.

César was supposed to be tossing and turning anxiously, but he was surprisingly calm. He ate when the time came and went to bed when the time came. There was no difference from usual.

On the contrary, Maoqiu became more worried, and he became more considerate when telling bad jokes.

"Once upon a time, there was an intelligent brain. In order to study why I was an intelligent brain, I dismantled myself."

César: "...hehe."

"Some idiot wants to travel to other planets and..."

César's head was swollen, and he couldn't help interrupting it: "Micah... I want to listen to something else, and I can watch something else."

Micah thoughtfully called out some famous battle videos of the alliance.

César was silent for a while, implicitly expressing that he didn't want to see these things.In fact, he didn't want to see anything, he just wanted to prevent Micah from telling bad jokes.

Just as he was hesitating, Lancelot's indescribable preference suddenly flashed in his mind.

César was suddenly curious about the charm of that TV series, and poked the hairball: "I want to watch the TV series that Lancelot watched."

Lancelot's taste is what Micah appreciates the most.

So Micah immediately happily tuned out the series that lasted hundreds of episodes.

According to the director, it was less than halfway through.

Cesare couldn't help but wonder if the director wanted to film the eighteenth generation of the protagonist's ancestors, or the eighteenth generation of descendants.

Soon, the big characters of "The Lingering with the Lost Duke" came into view in colorful and sparkling colors, which was shocking and irritating to the eyes.

César immediately regretted opening it.

It's a pity that Micah couldn't stand Micah's eloquent and vivid explanation of Amway, so César chose to play it with a headache.

Ren Shi was ready, and when the explosive rock music hit, César was still so frightened that he almost pulled out his knife.

The theme song of the series is composed by a young rock singer who is popular in the league. His name floats across the light screen from time to time, shining yellow and very eye-catching.

Huang Shuidousi.

César was numb.

The singer also played a soy sauce in this extremely long dog blood series, playing a supporting role, with black hair and blood red eyes, smiling wickedly at the camera, and the barrage immediately went crazy.

César numbly closed the barrage, and began to wonder if there were normal people watching or participating in this show.

Despite the turmoil in his heart, the young master who has received a good education since he was a child is still very calm on the surface. He gritted his teeth and watched from the first episode.

Well, although the content is bloody, it is unexpectedly good-looking. The young master's mood went from being curious and disdainful to gradually infatuated, to suddenly realizing that he was almost poisoned, and he woke up in time, which only took a few days.

But thanks to this TV series, half a month doesn't seem to be too long. Seeing the second episode of No.70 in Cizer, the protagonist Duke finally went bankrupt. When he was approached by his former lover and later opponent, Finally entered the range of Mile star.

Half a month is enough for many things to happen, and the alliance retreated steadily under the onslaught of the continuously strengthening and expanding foreign allied forces.

It's not just that the star field around Star Millais has been occupied, the alliance that lost the protection of the Alliance Marshal is being coveted by countless people, and it is on fire everywhere. The illusory prosperity and peace are like fragile bubbles, which burst with a light poke, and ignite everywhere. After the flames of war, countless people want to reap some benefits.

Micah tried to get in touch with Lucy, but failed all the time.After arriving at Millais, César called up the video at that time and accurately drew the coordinates of the big bang.

The hairball was trembling, but César looked as usual, silently watching the silver mecha surrounded by hundreds of suicide mechas, and the sudden explosion and dazzling light engulfed it, as if shining half the universe.

Countless firefly-spotted battleships and mechas were overturned by the manic energy fluctuations, or were involved in the terrible explosion.

The big bang was too close to Millais, and the terrifying ion wind and radiation penetrated the atmosphere and reached the ground.After the hundreds of mechas exploded, more mechas were involved. The subsequent accidents were terrible, and the energy fluctuations generated were too great, and even the nearby planets were affected. stationed.

After half a month, there are still chaotic energy fluctuations, the cracks in space have disappeared, and the remains of countless mechas remain in place, like a huge tomb of clothes, quietly sinking and floating in the universe.

César looked at the endgame, his expression confused: "Micah, search for the fragments of Lucy, or..."

His lips moved, his throat seemed to be strangled severely, and he couldn't speak the following words.

César suddenly shuddered, looking dazed.

He thought that he was so calm that he was already cold-blooded, even if the object of the accident was Lancelot, he could handle the matter well and calmly.

But it doesn't seem to be the case.

He is a cowardly little prince.

He missed his knight.

Micah rubbed his fingertips carefully, without saying a word, staring at him with round peas eyes without blinking.

Cesar cried.

Micah hadn't seen César cry for a long time.

There was a hazy layer of mist in César's cold eyes, he couldn't tell whether the expression was sad or what, his face was still cold and indifferent, he blinked lightly, hot tears rolled down his cheeks, but it was like As if he didn't realize that he was crying, his voice was still quiet: "Or, the fragment of Lancelot."

If something really happened, at least something would remain.

Let's see if someone has the patience to find it among the countless fragments and bury it well.

Although, even if no fragments were found, it didn't mean that Lancelot was still alive. Perhaps he and Lucy had been swallowed by the space crack.

But people always have to have a thought to support themselves to persevere.

Perhaps Lancelot just survived.

Even Micah would have to spend a long time searching for what he wanted from this pile of debris.

César didn't care that this was just a waste of effort in the eyes of ordinary people. He opened the star map and found several nearby space supply stations. When Micah's energy was about to run low, he could go there to recharge.

For the rest of the time, he supported Micah, looking for... a glimmer of hope among the densely packed, maybe hundreds of thousands, maybe even more fragments.

When busy or idle, César always thinks of Lancelot.

From the youthful Lancelot more than ten years ago to the current Union Marshal.

Thinking about it, César laughed involuntarily, and Micah was very nervous. When he saw him laughing, his hair exploded: "Cesar? What's wrong? What are you laughing at?"

César blinked, and his expression was unexpectedly gentle: "I was wondering, if nothing happened that year, would Lancelot really dare to confess his love to me at the graduation ceremony?"

Micah muttered: "He must dare."

The search went on for ten days.

The nearest supply station has run out of energy. Unfortunately, other nearby supply stations have been wiped out by the allied forces outside the territory, and Micah’s energy is about to run out again. The next supply station is not far from Mi Lai, just right. Enough for Micah to fly there.

César didn't know if it was also eaten up by the allied forces outside the territory like locusts crossing the border, so he could only take a step to see.

Just as he was about to leave the mecha mound, Mijia suddenly issued an alarm: "Cesar! There is a leap wave nearby!"

This is the first time that other energy fluctuations have been detected in the ten days since I came here.

César had been almost sleepless for ten days, and he didn't look tired, and even his thinking was still very clear.

There was no shelter nearby, and he didn't let Micah spend unnecessary energy hiding, and the other party must have found him.

If he took the leap and left now, Micah's remaining energy would not be able to support him to find the supply station.

César pursed his lips, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes: "How many people?"

If the number is not large, he can take the risk of controlling the opponent's mecha and accept all the energy bars they sent.

Micah rubbed his hands excitedly: "Just one! Maybe it's a deserter? How to fight?"

César didn't want to waste energy, so he said decisively: "Hide in first, and when he gets close, I will seize control of the mecha."

Micah had no objection, one person and one mecha quietly hid in the huge pile of debris, waiting for the prey to come.

Unexpectedly, after the "deserter" jumped to the vicinity of Millais, it seemed that he couldn't wait any longer. He didn't take a breath, and made the leap again—the energy fluctuation was too obvious, and it happened to be near Sizer.

César was stunned, and told Micah to shut up and keep quiet, not to disturb him.

It was the first time he encountered this kind of operation, and he felt that the other party was like a rabbit that jumped into the mouth of a big bad wolf by itself.

The big bad wolf squinted his eyes, and at the moment the "deserter" mecha appeared, a huge amount of mental power gushed out and quickly invaded that mecha.

Unexpectedly, there was no overwhelming resistance.

César the Big Bad Wolf rubbed his chin, wondering if the other party was exhausted, just about to seize control of the mecha, when he suddenly felt surrounded by familiar mental power.

Gentle, inclusive, spiritual power as vast as the sea.

César stayed in place for an instant, his mind went blank, he forgot to seize control, and stared straight ahead.

Until the familiar mecha came into sight.

Fuqiu sat on top of his head, sighed, and looked worriedly at the communication requests, but dared not speak out because of the orders.

When he saw the mech, the fake gray wolf showed its true colors and turned back into a little rabbit, with slightly red eyes, and was carefully carried back to the nest by the helpless, real Mr. Big Bad Wolf.