For a moment, the sergeants even wondered if there was really a second pilot on the m2742.
But He Yunting has always been driving alone for so many years, let alone having a second pilot, even if someone is so bold to sit in the position behind He Yunting, it is impossible to connect to the spiritual center.
He Yunting's mental power level is sss, who dares to climb the general's mecha?
The sergeant who had this thought immediately wiped it from his mind.
After the roar of m2742 whistled, the surroundings returned to silence.
The mecha from Qi Jiamu has a communication light on.
What came in was Xu Zhiheng's voice.
"Admiral, Central City... Is the search over?"
He Yunting did not answer immediately, and soon the communication lights in other places also turned on.
Probably everyone knows that this is the last hope, and even if they see the scene in front of them, they are reluctant to give up.
"Admiral, please re-search for signs of life in Canterlot."
"Please search and rescue the remaining humans!"
"Admiral!"
The voices overlapped one by one, like the last unwillingness of the formation, and the last reluctance.
After all, it was the last city, and He Yunting did not stop it in the end.
The sergeants began to dispatch their own mechas spontaneously. In this small city, they exhausted all their seriousness and energy to search for any possible life.
Unfortunately, after half a day, when they returned here, they still found nothing.
After all, m2742 had cleaned it up once before, and now they are left with only blood-stained walls, shredded clothing, and bleak wind.
Even the corpses were cleaned up.
In the end there was nothing left of the city.
Their location is not far from the original administrative hall of the central city, and when they look up, they can see the corner of the building that has been damaged by the mecha.
If you look more closely, you can still find the equipment when the official media of the Empire collected materials some time ago.
But now even those from the Empire have disappeared.
The last time the formation arrived in Central City, it was obviously the only city where no one was infected.
Although these people were on guard against the formation, there was no trace of malice.
Later, after the existence of antagonists was discovered, these sergeants were regarded as saviors. After all, it was the embodiment of honor and hope from a distant empire.
Now I can't see any anger. There are a few stumps that were torn off at an unknown time, and the torn flag that symbolizes the freedom and equality of Proton Star. The flagpole is also broken and polluted by sporadic dirt. Just tell those who see it now what happened here.
The m2742 stood in front of everyone. Since the antagonists had expired, no one could directly leave the mecha in order to ensure safety, and basically depended on the communication connection between the various channels.
But the m2742 has a transparent, pop-up capsule that allows the commander to communicate face-to-face with the sergeants without touching the ground.
He Yunting took off his helmet, stood up and walked to the second cockpit.
"Are you waiting for me here?" he said, looking at the omega in front of him.
Lin Han sat in the driver's seat, sweat dripping from his forehead, still looking a little tired, but his eyes were brighter than before: "Okay."
Neither of them explained much, just one look could explain everything.
He Yunting nodded. He was about to walk over to open the capsule. After thinking about it, he couldn't hold back. He reached out and rubbed the sweaty face of the omega with his thumb: "Are you tired?"
"It's okay." Lin Han rolled his eyes and smiled at him, "There is a general in front of me who will lead, I just need to assist."
That being said, Lin Han's mental power can be directly connected to the center, and it still shares a lot of pressure for He Yunting.
Moreover, he has a thorough research on mecha, and he has more control over the details than ordinary pilots.
"Is the action I just did pretty cool?" Lin Han asked in a rare and childish manner.
He was referring to the action of closing the sword.
Obviously, something like a lightsaber would just turn off the particle flow, but he insisted on manipulating the mecha, like a real warrior, putting the blood-stained sword into the sheath to complete a whole set of rituals.
After all, what he used to be unable to do no matter how hard he tried, can now finally be achieved with the help of another person, and he didn't want to waste every moment.
"En." He Yunting gave an unstinting affirmation.
He Yunting looked down at him, and there was still a little guilt in his eyes: "Then, I'm going out."
After all, Lu Anhe's reason for calling the research institute was because the starship was dispatched and there were a large number of mechas, so he needed professional mecha masters to accompany him. As a result, the expert who should have stayed on the starship on standby now quietly climbed into the main general's aircraft. A, and also became a pilot together with him.
"I don't think you could have imagined the current situation when the institute let you here." He Yunting seemed to be still ashamed of not being able to disclose Lin Han's identity.
"There's no difference." Lin Han comforted, "I'm not with you now."
He stretched out his hand and pushed He Yunting's shoulder: "Okay, I won't affect you anymore, you go over first."
He Yunting nodded, but in the end, he leaned over and kissed the other person's lips very lightly, just like Lin Han kissed with expectation in his eyes countless times.
"It won't be long," he said.
Mr. Lin cannot be wronged.
When He Yunting walked out of the capsule, the mecha formations in front of him had been rearranged by number, and no one spoke, quietly looking at the cold face of the commander in the capsule.
"Report on the status of each city."
They went through three more sad days than the last massacre.
The city that passed by has no signs of survival at all. Instead of watching these demented aliens kill each other, the roar of various advanced weapons in the mecha seems to be their last elegy.
"The Age of Rebirth"
"No survivors, no signs of life in Chris Harbour."
"No survivors, no signs of life in McZeley City."
"No survivors, no signs of life in Nosha."
"Minzaburg has no survivors, no signs of life."
…
After everyone has finished reporting, the message in the communicator already represents the ending at the moment.
He Yunting said with cold blue eyes.
"No survivors, no signs of life in Central City."
All the mechs fell silent.
No one added anything to report, and no scholar who did not look at the situation stood up again, saying that this planet was still saved, and would try to make an attempt regardless of his own safety.
There was silence between heaven and earth, but it seemed to be filled with mourning that humans could not capture.
Everyone was thinking silently in their hearts.
Do proton stars still exist?
Anyone else remember?
This insignificant little planet where only beta survives.
Its technology is not developed, and even the mecha is only life-size, and it can't compete in any interstellar battle.
Its people don't seem to have many planets to move forward, and they only want their own small planet to live. They haven't traveled too far, and they may spend their entire lives wandering in their own city.
But compared to various countries and planets, it is the most gentle and equal.
Small mechas are enough to maintain the order of the proton star. They don't have powerful experts and scholars, but they think it's good.
People's lives are not rich but stable, they live in peace and contentment, they don't fight or rob, they are slow but leisurely.
But now it has completely disappeared because of an unpredictable disaster.
The formation has begun to return to the starship in order, and will return to the voyage only after the inventory is completed.
The gray and decadent administrative building in the central city was the setting for their parting, and the hazy and bloody sky was sending them off.
They came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
Back to their developed, motivated and prosperous planet.
At this point the public communication channel lights up.
The voice of their general came from inside: "It will exist."
"Someone will remember."
But how to exist, who will remember?
No one could answer.
After all the mechas had returned to their seats, the capsules of m2742 were also put away.
The starship started, and after leaving the blood-colored air, everyone could finally come out of the mecha and return to the starship.
They saw that their master was communicating with his adjutant, and a young man was sitting not far away.
The young man was very quiet. He was using his optical brain to record something. His profile was handsome and soft, and his black hair was soft and gentle. He should have been out of place on a starship where the steel-like sergeants were coming and going, but those who saw him felt unexpectedly. Not abrupt.
Some sergeants had an impression of him, as if they came this time to ensure the operation of the mecha, but no one expected that the proton star would be in such a situation, so it didn't come in handy.
Everyone speculated that it seemed that he had been alone on the starship for three days.
But the young man always seemed to be calm, without any complaints, occasionally he would raise his head to say a word or two to Lu Anhe, and his actions were gentle and decent.
And Xu Zhiheng has been silent since he got on the starship.
At the beginning, he would hold Qi Jiamu and keep asking about his brother's situation, for fear that the ending would be the same as these people now.
But Qi Jiaze's situation has been improving, and there is no sign of rebound, which made him quiet again, and then stopped talking.
They came in a mighty way, and the huge starship seemed to be overkill.
After all, it is just to "clean up", and the originally imagined scene will not happen at all.
The research has no clue, the antagonists that are effective for omega are completely ineffective, and even if Xu Zhiheng did new research after returning from the proton star for the first time, it could not prevent the current situation from happening.
Who is responsible for the demise of a planet?
One can imagine the disappointment and shock of the people of the entire empire after arriving in the core area, and even cause panic among a certain gender, but now the main messenger who I thought was buried here together, is it an internal problem of the country, or some kind of problem? Has the place quietly changed?
As the starship moved forward, the surroundings gradually sank into darkness.
After most of the sergeants went back to rest, He Yunting felt a sound from the door of the command room, and Lin Han pushed the door and walked in.
He Yunting was still staring at the split screen and communication monitoring. Seeing him coming, his brows softened a little.
"Why don't you go to sleep?"
Lin Han closed the door of the command room and walked over: "You didn't sleep either."
He Yunting said, "Mr. Lin is different from me", but after meeting Lin Han's eyes, he sighed in his heart.
"Tired or not." The starship also has a complete health system, and He Yunting smelled a very refreshing water vapor on Lin Han.
"You asked today." Lin Han raised his head in his arms, "The general is saying more and more truths."
"..." Before He Yunting could speak, he was interrupted by Lin Han.
"But it's a good thing."
Lin Han reached out and pushed He Yunting onto the chair, and sat face to face on his lap, wrapping his neck around his neck and resting his head on his shoulders, giving He Yunting a little warmth.
He read some concerns and unease.
"What's wrong?" Lin Han asked.
"Not quite right." He Yunting said very briefly.
"It's because of the public opinion about going back."
No matter what, it is a planet, and no one will not be shocked by the sudden disappearance of the non-war situation.
"Yes, it's not." He Yunting looked at the porthole, "This is different from the last two public opinions. Everyone's eyes will be on the Proton Star, and coincidentally, it is the Zerg habits that cause it to perish. Gene."
"There are signs of the last training session. Xi Yuan must have done something, but it must not be the last one." He Yunting's voice cooled down, and Lin Han noticed the change in his mood, so he didn't speak, just patted him on the back. A little more comforting pheromone was released.
"Since you've already thought of this, you must know what to do." Lin Han saw that He Yunting had switched the communication channel back to the imperial base, and began to give instructions succinctly.
All active sergeants in the base prepare for wartime, upgrade the mecha defense system, and open the defense barriers in each district.
However, due to the time difference, some urban defense units that were not under the jurisdiction of the base did not respond immediately.
The city defense army was a unit that the emperor gave to Wen Tianyao for training, and He Yunting would not intervene. Since the majority of the army has been in the hands of He Yunting in recent years, it would be harmless to give a small part to Wen Tianyao to try.
I just didn't expect that the city defense army could be so negligent that they couldn't even get through the communication immediately.
He Yunting made a message and ordered other personnel at the base to re-inform the city defense army of the magnetic field signal of the reinforcement transition point.
When he had dealt with everything, he found that the person who was lying on his shoulder and said he was not tired at all fell asleep like this.
Lin Han looked very good when he fell asleep, even breathing lightly.
His hands were still holding He Yunting, and he subconsciously wanted to approach and rely on him.
He didn't know if Lin Han could read his worries in the dream, such as the current situation of the city defense army who had not responded for a long time, and whether he would obey orders seriously.
But He Yunting was still reluctant to move, for fear of waking the other party up.
He maintained this position and hugged him quietly all night.
A day later, the starship is about to arrive.
Not only the empire, but the entire surrounding galaxies were shocked by the news. The failed gene fusion destroyed a small planet that was supposed to survive peacefully, and it was still the empire's self-governing planet, not to mention that it was useless after the empire sent formations twice.
I couldn't find the source of the gene, I couldn't tell when the experiment started, and even the parliament brought this matter to the table, insinuated and argued all day long. Luo Qi of the main battle faction sneered and said that the other party was blindly spitting blood without any evidence.
In addition to reporting the parliamentary debate, the news all day is all kinds of analysis of proton stars, discussing whether this kind of catastrophe will be repeated, and whether it will affect other unrelated planets.
Since it is not a war, the starship will also dock directly. It does not need to pass through Central Park like last time, but directly returns to the base.
Lin Han woke up to the roar of the landing, and found that he was still being held by He Yunting.
He was a little embarrassed. He Yunting fell asleep before hearing what He Yunting said yesterday. He just rubbed his eyes and tried to get off him: "I..."
Lin Han couldn't finish the sentence completely.
A rapid and sharp alarm suddenly pierced everyone's eardrums!
After the first alarm sounded, the red warning lights in all areas of the entire starship suddenly lit up, and a long, sharp voice lingered in the air. Lin Han stood up abruptly, looked around in amazement, and turned to see He Yunting again. Cold and predictable expression: "This is—"
He suddenly remembered what He Yunting said last night.
In the flashing red warning light and the overwhelming sound of the alarm, all the screens on the starship flashed silently at the same time.
At the same time, flashing together, the city defense army's network defense line was suddenly broken, TV news, optical brain browsers, and light screens on aircraft and large screens in civilian areas.
They are still immersed in the news of the proton star's demise, not knowing what happened.
Until a giant sandworm suddenly appeared on all screens.
The screams sounded at the same time as the roars of the sandworms, the green skin around its body oozes pus, the tentacles and sharp mouthparts are extremely terrifying due to the excessive magnification, and the cold and eerie light spreads on its feet and limbs, making it terrifying. be terrified.
The next second, the terrifying legs with hard black thorns slammed towards the people, as if they could cross the signal, smash the light screen fiercely, and pierce all the people who saw this frame!
What a proton star, what a distant beta planet.
- This is the disaster they are near and unavoidable.
The author has something to say: oh, it's fast, fast, fast, really