Raiders of the Gods

Brecht is fully recovered, because the wound has damaged some organs, so he cannot eat emergency food.The military medical officer specially prepared nutritious liquid food for Brecht.

When Brecht was about to eat, he turned his head and glanced at Jiang Tingyuan. Jiang Tingyuan immediately understood, and followed with Jiujiu in his arms.

"...Does this maintenance soldier need to go with us?" Brecht asked casually as he left the infirmary.

It was the first time Jiujiu understood the subtext of human language so quickly, it immediately jumped onto the railing and waved its paw at Jiang Tingyuan.

"Jiu Mi! I, I remembered that I still have work to do, so I have to go back to Jiu Mi first!"

"But aren't you free?"

As soon as Jiang Tingyuan asked, Jiujiu slid along the slippery handrail at the speed of a bunny, slid all the way to the bottom, and turned 360 degrees in the air beautifully and landed on the head of a passing sergeant.

Seeing Jiujiu and the startled non-commissioned officer leaving noisily, Jiang Tingyuan turned his gaze back to Brecht.

Brecht was wearing a well-fitting military uniform that fully showed his shoulders and waist, making him look tall and handsome.

Unlike He Shannan, Brecht has a purely masculine beauty. Even if he is still, he will always give people a sense of oppression that makes people have to obey and fear.

"Let's go?"

Brecht had just finished saying "Can I pursue you" not long ago, and now he immediately stretched out his hand and led Jiang Tingyuan over, as if he had spoken directly after saying that sentence.

"Are we going too fast?" Jiang Tingyuan asked in a daze.

"...can friends do the same?" Brecht paused for a moment, then turned his head and smiled brightly at Jiang Tingyuan. Melted in a smile.

The non-commissioned officers who saw along the way first saluted Brecht, and after he left, they immediately turned around and secretly took photos of Brecht and Jiang Tingyuan holding hands and put them on the forum.

Even though they were on the front line, everyone’s spirit of entertainment was still there. After a while, all the posts reached the top. In the posts, there were photos of Brecht and Jiang Tingyuan holding hands from every angle, like continuous frames of animation.

He Shannan finished the backlog of front-line command work early in the morning, and then went to the analysis center.The scientific research officer of the Federation is really good, and he gave the analysis results and processing methods in one night.

He Shannan sat in front of the huge cultivation chamber, watched the scientific research officer inject the bio-destructive toxin into it, and saw those newly hatched Biles, one by one, just like the air had been drained, lying in the solution. All the inner scales turned off-white, and the walnut-like brain in the blistered head was like melted butter, also turning into a puddle of liquid.

"When will it be available for use?"

He Shannan stood up, with a smile on his face, and the scientific research officer asked his subordinates to turn on the big screen, pointing at it and saying.

"The first batch of poison has been fully produced, and the follow-up doses will be made in the rear."

"Then equip all the mechs now, just in case."

"clear."

After finishing speaking, Heshan South and the scientific research officers in the Analysis Center nodded and turned to leave.When he was about to leave the scientific research center, he suddenly heard a surprised cry behind him.

He's hearing is very sensitive, even if those people speak softly, He Shannan can still hear clearly.

"Isn't the beauty the general is holding hands with the one who came with the speaker yesterday?"

He Shannan stopped in his tracks.

After a while, in the analysis center, He Shannan stepped in again. He walked towards the young scientific research officer who made the sound, and held out his hand to him with a smile.

"What are you looking at?"

Jiang Ting was sitting far away in the cafeteria of the fortress, while Brecht was eating the liquid food prescribed by the medical officer.

"Want to try it?"

"No, get well soon."

Hearing Jiang Tingyuan's words, Brecht didn't hesitate, and immediately ate the small bowl of mush in front of him.After eating, he pressed his stomach lightly, and Jiang Tingyuan asked nervously.

"You, are you okay?"

"It's okay," Brecht smiled at him, "no more piercings."

Jiang Tingyuan pursed his lips, remembering how Brecht was almost pierced by that Biller yesterday.

"You...why did you lose to it? I thought you wouldn't lose."

"I thought too, but unfortunately I'm not omnipotent. It's the first time I met Bill like that, and I still didn't have time to react."

Brecht leaned back in the chair, seeing Jiang Tingyuan's hair to the tip of his toes.

"Thank you for saving me with Gaia, thank you... for saving me."

Jiang Tingyuan finally asked the question that was suppressed in his heart.

"What were you thinking when you took my mecha away? How did you get into the mecha competition?"

"That's a long story."

Brecht brushed his long blond hair back, and curled one corner of his mouth towards Jiang Tingyuan. Jiang Tingyuan felt that Brecht... seemed a little loose today.

"But I'll tell you."

Brecht said, but he pondered for a while, but he started talking from his childhood.

Brecht was born as a twin.

He fought with his brother in the mother's womb, and after several hardships, he got a chance to survive.When he came into the world, his physique and intelligence, compared to his twin brother, he was not the one that the family placed high hopes on.

But Brecht doesn't care, this way he will have more time for himself to do his own thing, whatever.

As a child, Brecht often made everyone around him fly, and as a teenager, he played many popular things.He will go wherever others take him to play, and wherever others dare not take him to play.

There are interstellar racing cars that travel through several galaxies, no matter what race of creatures there are, and the dark night club that provides all services, the bottom cabin of interstellar pirates, and the ice sea edge at the end of the universe.

Brecht doesn't care whether he does good or evil, he thinks it's interesting, he does it, and he blinks away when he's bored.

When Brecht acted recklessly, his twin brother received rigorous training in the family, and was already well-known in the Federation at a young age, and was called the "God of the Federation Army."

"Where are you now? What are you playing?"

Brecht received constant messages from his twin, always asking if he was hurt or having a good time.Brecht couldn't be happier than his brother, who is bound in the family.

"What about you? What kind of injury did you suffer, and where were you sent to die?"

Brecht had contact with his brother three times a month, and saw his identical twin brother in the light screen. Although the two hadn't seen each other for a while, they were still more and more similar as measured.

But at the age of 16, Brecht lost contact with his brother.

Brecht didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that the other party was conducting a closed task.As a result, in the second month after losing contact, the family came to look for him.

"Please return to the Federation."

The old butler's skin was wrinkled into bark, his body was thin and his limbs were slightly bent, and he looked like he was almost five hundred years old, and he was still wrapped in the old-fashioned black tuxedo suit.He has suspended the starship flights of the entire port, and is standing in the center of the starship hall and saluting Brecht respectfully.

"... something happened to him?" Brecht asked.

The butler turned sideways and stretched out his hand, signaling Brecht to board the family starship.

Sixty hours later, the starship landed directly at the Fass family's exclusive port of call.The door of the starship opened, and Brecht got into the special car in two or three steps, and returned to the Fass mansion, which smelled of decay and death like the housekeeper.

Mother Ador Fass was looking at the light screen in the study, caressing a small glass box in her hand, when she saw the study door was roughly pushed open by Brecht, her exquisite eyebrows could not help but slightly raised, and then He gave Brecht another dignified smile.

"You're back?"

"Didn't you force me to come back?"

Brecht spoke back to his mother rudely, and then his eyes fell on the box in Adore's hand.

"Well, just like you thought, he died, and only a small part of his little finger was recovered."

Aiduoer was like throwing down a toy that she was tired of playing, and threw the glass box on the table.It was a transparent glass shell, with a scarlet silk cushion on the bottom, and on it was a small finger that had already turned whitish and bluish-purple.

Brecht grabbed the box tightly, his lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were red, as if someone had hit his spine hard, trembling uncontrollably, he pinched his palm fiercely, as if he was about to Spit it out.

"Uncomfortable?" Aiduoer patted the hem of her clothes and stood up, looking at Brecht with a disgusted expression, "Didn't you obtain all your happiness these years by stepping on your brother's blood and flesh?"

Aiduoer moved lightly, walked to Brecht with a sigh, and hugged Brecht gently like a mother who loves her child deeply.

"Brecht, you used this name when you caused trouble outside, right? Your brother's name..."

"Then, in the future, please continue to maintain the glory of this name, the name of Jacob Fass, and you should not use it any more."

Adore patted Brecht's chest, she lightly lifted the corner of her skirt, and walked towards the door of the study.

"I will be Brecht, I will carry his name."

Brecht turned his head and said word by word to the elegant and beautiful lady.

"But I'm not for this family that should be burned, but for him."

Aiduoer showed a beautiful rose-like smile towards Brecht.

"I only care about the result."

Aiduoer stood in the corridor and clapped her hands. After a while, several butlers who seemed to have just climbed out of the coffin stood silently in front of the hostess.

"Announce good news to the outside world, my dearest son, Brecht Fars, the unfallen star of the Federation, has returned."

Aiduo'er walked outside the house, smiling at the delicate roses in the courtyard.

"There is also bad news. Another son of mine, Jacob Faas, died on an interstellar journey."

From that day on, there was no more Jacob Fass in this world.

No one knows that the never-falling star of the Federation once dimmed, once died, but was born again.

Brecht is Brecht and can only be Brecht.He is doing a job that he has never done before, carrying out heavy training and tasks every day, but what is surprising is that the child who was originally abandoned now has the ability to stand shoulder to shoulder with the original Brecht, or even surpass him. Ability.

"What, if he had chosen you from the beginning, wouldn't he have died?"

Aiduoer stood outside the training ground, looking at Brecht, who violently dismantled all the mechs in the training ground, with a violent expression on his face.

"I'm going to Abel of the Empire."

"...what to do? Destroying the empire's schools is not an option." Aiduoer shook her fan lightly, her red lips curved slightly.

"I was in his room and saw Abel's registration form. He wanted to go."

Brecht looked down at Adore, and smiled at her when she saw her visibly short of breath.

"I have to be exactly like him, don't I?"

Although almost no one has found out that he replaced Brecht now, except for the crane who occasionally returns to the Commonwealth.

"Distinguish between two people? I can be regarded as... quite experienced."

He Shannan saw right away that the Brecht in front of him was a fake, but so what, who the "Brecht" was was not important.As long as the Federation's generals are still there, that's enough.

On the day Brecht left the Federation and went to the Imperial Abel Academy, Aiduoer knelt in the pure white chapel, wearing a white lace dress embroidered with intricate embroidery, praying to the gods with folded hands.

"I hope he's healthy."

"I want him to be happy."

"I want him to be happy."

"I want him to be more...free than anyone else."

After the prayer, the sunlight moved down one pane after another along the transparent glass panes on the top of the auditorium. When the golden sunlight covered Aiduoer's smooth cheeks, and the sunlight kissed her fair and transparent skin, she laughed softly. stand up.

There was a slight gunshot in the chapel, and the mistress of the Fass family fell down in the small pure white chapel.

Blood spattered vermilion on the white floor.

No one noticed.

Three days later, the housekeeper went to put Aiduoer's body into the coffin, but according to her last will, don't tell him unless Brecht comes back.

[Everything that should be given to him, family, wealth, Nid Hogg, is there. 】

【As for me, I am going to accompany my dear son Jacob. 】

【He is a child who is afraid of loneliness. I want to hug him, kiss his cheek, and send him to the courtyard where the gods are. 】

……

Brecht entered Abel and enjoyed the long-lost freedom.But because of his reputation, and his temperament has become more violent in recent years, not many people dare to approach him.

Brecht joined the discipline team.He thinks this kind of catching people is the most fun.

It didn't take long for Brecht to catch the angel that made him sink.

Angels watch pornographic films... just watch them, who is not a man?

It's just that the angel doesn't seem to understand human love yet. He plays and plays in human gardens and learns human knowledge, but he has a close person in his ignorance.

Brecht couldn't help feeling anxious. He was not often at Abel, so he missed the opportunity to be close to the angel.And one day the silver-haired prince who was like a viper actually tried to erase the memory of the angel.

Brecht thought his chance had come.

When the memory cabin was just connected, Brecht snatched the memory cabin away, and he took the memory cabin and fell into the dense jungle of Abel.The memory compartment was still activated, and some cleaning buttons were dented in the impact just now.

Brecht stared blankly at the angel in the cabin, then he opened the memory cabin.

One minute, two minutes, Brecht watched the other party slowly open those obsidian-like eyes.It's just that he still seems to be in a trance state, the angel only opened his eyes and looked at the blue sky.

White clouds, flying birds, swaying branches, and even the breeze blowing by are reflected in his eyes that do not attract dust.

Brecht thought for a split second that maybe he finally knew...why he liked him.

Perhaps it was this person who made Brecht smell the long-lost freedom.

Then the angel named Jiang Tingyuan woke up in a daze, but seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, so the stupid silver-haired prince didn't dare to act rashly anymore.

But even so, when Brecht tried to invite Jiang Tingyuan, Jiang Tingyuan still refused him.Jiang Tingyuan seems to be born knowing who to get close to and how to avoid evil.

Brecht looked at Jiang Ting's figure walking away, and felt a suffocating pain in his chest. Maybe he was a fake... No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cover up the stench on his body.

But even a glance is stingy, isn't it... too unfair?

Jiang Tingyuan and Ansel will participate in the mech competition again, and Brecht has also signed up.

Of course, Brecht, who is the god of the Federation Army, is forbidden to participate in such school-level competitions.

but it does not matter.

Brecht Fass can't, but Jacob Fass can.

Brecht forged the certificate, looked at the card with his former name engraved on it, and followed Jiang Tingyuan into the Primordial Star with a mocking sound.

There were countless chickens pecking at each other, and Brecht didn't even have the interest to fight.

So... let's play peek-a-boo.

All the mechs in the forest are his prey, let's see who can escape his sniping.The young people of the empire are really bad. If the federation attacks in the future, will they rely on these chickens who can only coo to resist?

In the past few days, Brecht knew that Jiang Tingyuan was following him.Although Jiang Tingyuan had already paid attention to his breathing, he was nearly three kilometers away and turned off the heat device of the mecha and switched it to manual.

But it was still useless, Brecht knew where Jiang Ting was far away, even if he didn't rely on Little Mary's detection equipment.Except for intuition, the little angel didn't know that once Brecht made a move against others, Gaia would immediately enter a state of preparation for battle, with a murderous aura almost like a needle prick, as if he would step forward to fight Brecht at any time .

An inescapable sense of justice.

As for the cause of failure, maybe this is it.

Brecht thought, he raised his hand to give Gaia a final blow, and then snatched Jiang Tingyuan's space button.If he gives in, I will immediately open the mech and apologize to him.

Brecht thought to himself, but Jiang Tingyuan didn't say a word of begging for mercy until the end.

Brecht looked into his clean eyes, which seemed to reflect his own ugly face.

Brecht didn't dare to look any further, and made a promise to meet again in a year.

But it’s actually nonsense. When I go out, I will put the space button in Jiang Tingyuan’s pocket and return it to him.

It's just that when Brecht left Primordial, he received a communication from Fass.

"You want me to go back? Someone from the collateral line is here?"

Brecht didn't quite believe it, and even if their collateral relatives gave them 1 courage, they wouldn't dare to offend Adore.

unless……

"...she died?"

After Brecht finished speaking, the butler on the light screen nodded with great sorrow.Fars is the only female-headed family, with no father, brother, husband, and only two sons.But after holding on for so many years, he finally had a nervous breakdown and was relieved by death.

"I still have something to do, I'll finish it..."

Brecht closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he replied to the butler, but the butler shook his head.

"You'd better get out of there as soon as possible, board the starship and return."

"They've sent someone there."

The light screen seemed to be blocked by a jammer, and many men in black clothes with golden tulip patterns embroidered on the hem of the starship hall appeared on both sides of the starship hall.

"...Damn."

Brecht entered the gate just before the two waves of people overwhelmed him, and Brecht did not return to the original star a year later.

Nor did Brecht return to Abel a year later...he had created an irreparable wound that could never be filled again.

"When you came to save me at that time, I really felt that it would be good to die. Let go of the expectations and fate of 'Brecht' and die as 'Jacob'."

"I...should I call you Jacob now, or Brecht?" Jiang Tingyuan asked after a while.

"Let's be Brecht, I'm only valuable if I'm called Brecht."

Jiang Ting looked at the tray from a distance, like Brecht who had unloaded his burden, and couldn't help but speak.

"You're such a bastard."

"Well, I am." Brecht nodded approvingly.

"Have you done many bad things?" Jiang Tingyuan asked again.

"a lot of."

"So is there anything good to do?"

"Does defending the country, subsidizing the disadvantaged, and providing equal employment opportunity count?"

"...Well, it's not completely useless."

Jiang Tingyuan stood up and grabbed Brecht's collar across the table.

"Then let me tell you now, no matter how sad you are, you shouldn't hurt innocent people. No matter what race you are, you shouldn't have such qualities."

"Then……"

Brecht's eyes suddenly widened, and Jiang Tingyuan suddenly lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Your mother loved you."

"In addition to Brecht, she is also praying for you."

"Jacob."

Brecht felt the slightly hot touch on his forehead, and didn't dare to move. He only raised his eyes slightly to look at Jiang Tingyuan who was slowly straightening up. Those eyes were still as dust-free as when he first saw them, full of the wind of freedom.

The footsteps of steel military boots sounded in the empty cafeteria, approaching Jiangtingyuan step by step.

The footsteps stopped three steps away from Jiangting, and Brecht had already stood up.

"What were you... doing just now?"

He Shannan stood there with a smile on his face, black hair hanging down his shoulders, and the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was as red as blood.

"Didn't you already see it?" Brecht said nonchalantly.

"Ting Yuan, why don't you look back at me?"

He Shannan took another step forward, his warm breath almost made the hairs on Jiang Tingyuan's neck stand on end.

"...I, I want to go to the bathroom." Jiang Tingyuan hesitated.

"Do you still remember the story I told you last night? Lying rabbits will be eaten."

He Shannan curled the corners of his mouth, slightly revealing the teeth between his lips, as if he was impatient to bite something, in order to relieve the monstrous anger in his heart.

The author has something to say: Aiduoer: I don't expect to be a good mother.

Brecht: ...I wish you the best of luck in the garden of the gods.

Jiang Tingyuan: Is there anyone, is there anyone...Want to bless me?I miss El! QQ

Heshan South: ...^_^^_^^_^