A strong chill quickly enveloped his whole body, and Old Mel suddenly couldn't breathe, and his body even trembled faintly.
He always thought that this son was useless, and he felt incredible anger and disappointment when he learned that Dennis attacked Elvis in front of the army, and even shattered Elvis' energy core.
His own son actually destroyed the hope of the empire with his own hands. Such humiliation drove him to kill him frequently, wishing to completely obliterate Dennis to offset the crimes he committed, and to rekindle the hope of the empire.
The army is a place where the strong come first. He has always admitted that he has never done anything wrong to the legion, and he has never regretted what he has done. Of course, he clearly remembered that just last night, he personally adjusted the pressure of the mental shackles to the highest level, which not only crushed Dennis' body, but also forced his mental power to explode completely, and even knocked himself out briefly past.
But only the next day, someone suddenly told him that the real hope was destroyed by his own hands.
"Yuan, Marshal, you must have made a mistake..."
Old Mel spoke in a shy voice, and for the first time in his ever-so-spirited voice, there was faint panic: "It's just a mecha, how can it have such high demands on mental strength? Can't ordinary S-level powerhouses do it? As long as you have more experience, you can fight and fight." Be more conscious—"
"If it works, I won't come to you on purpose."
The marshal smiled wryly and waved his hands helplessly.
"That mecha is specially made. Ordinary S-ranks will be overwhelmed by the powerful mental coercion once they enter, let alone control the mecha to fight-the military department developed it just in case. .Because no one can drive it, it has been left there and has never been used. I didn’t expect it to come in handy now.”
Hearing his words, Old Mel's face became paler, his body shook, and he sat down exhausted.
All he was thinking about was the urgency of the war. The marshal didn't notice the difference, and patted him on the shoulder heartily: "Okay, don't hide your secrets. I didn't expect you to raise such an outstanding son quietly." , this time all hope is on him, where is Dennis?"
Old Mel took a deep breath, stood up with barely propped up on the edge of the table, and staggered out: "I'll go find him, I'll go find him..."
"If I had to guess, they might have gone crazy looking for you."
Seeing a more urgent intrusion alarm, Elvis folded his arms and leaned against the wall of the mecha, shaking his head and laughing helplessly.
Dennis lowered his eyes, and there was not much emotion on his face: "My actual physical condition is no longer B-level, even if I go back, it will be useless."
His chest was suffocated suddenly, and Elvis's smile faded unknowingly, and he looked at the young man in front of him.
Sure enough, he already knew.
After waking up, Dennis never asked about his physical condition, nor did he take the initiative to mention it, as if he could deliberately avoid a certain fact.
Youth has always been proud, so persistent and sharp that it never knows how to bend. Old Mel's forging was merciless, almost turning Dennis into a real mech, and instilling in him always cold theories that were useless and disposable.
He hasn't figured out how to teach the other party not to carry responsibilities and expectations, not to carry a certain task that must be completed, but to just live, to live simply.
Aware of his silence, the young man's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at him silently, with a little mild doubt in his cold pupils.
Elvis shook his head, and a soft smile appeared in his eyes again. Suddenly, she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him earnestly.
Since I haven't figured out how to speak, it's better to convey it in the most direct way.
His chest throbbed a little, without last night's bitter decisiveness that seemed to be the last time, anxiety finally leaked from his brows and eyes, and the trembling light in his pupils fell straight into Elvis' eyes.
Kiss him, hug him, protect him, and lead him away from this place completely. Even if you just drift in the vast interstellar space, it is better than forging your life into cold steel and casting it into a huge machine without emotion.
The arms tightened silently, and the huge mecha suddenly shook.
The powerful shock wave even penetrated the steel shell. Elvis's heart tightened suddenly, and he threw himself on the opponent subconsciously, firmly protecting the body that was already fragile enough, but the cold soul fluctuations spread out in an instant, protecting him involuntarily.
The shock was fleeting, Elvis stood up, touched the opponent's forehead like a superficial touch, and pulled back.
Dennis's hand came up along his arm.
"I'll go to the observation deck, Dennis, you rest first."
Elvis spoke softly, trying to persuade the other party to return to the seat, but the young man's eyes still had a persistent light.
He was brought to the battlefield at the age of thirteen, fighting the Zerg with bloody comrades beside him, and compatriots who must be protected by them behind him, the mission has long been engraved in the bone marrow.
If the peace is still there, Dennis may choose to leave with him, but when the war comes—
The light in his eyes froze silently, Elvis nodded slightly, raised his hand to support him, and walked to the observation deck with him.
In the direction of the home planet, the military building, as the tallest landmark building in the empire, has quietly disappeared, leaving only ruins. The ice beetle aggressively waved its sharp giant pincers, and the crystal nuclei formed by ice and snow quickly condensed nearby. Countless mechs rushed up, but they were easily torn in half by the tyrannical beetle.
Elvis's chest was tight, and he fell silent.
"It must be done as soon as possible."
A young man's voice came from beside him, as calm as if nothing had ever happened. Elvis turned around in astonishment, but Dennis had already walked towards the ejection bay: "I can't do anything, Elvis, you are the only hope, your family is still there."
The innocent people are still there, those who are safe and protected, those who have not experienced pain and despair, those who are ignorant and happy, are still living there.
Their robes, their homes.
"Dennis!"
Suddenly he understood his intention, the intense pain caused darkness to surge in front of his eyes, Elvis' voice was almost hoarse, and he hurried over to chase his figure: "Let me come, my physical fitness is enough, I will go find my body." nuclei—”
"It's been polluted, you can't touch it."
Finally acknowledging this fact for the first time, the young man's voice became cold, his mental power spread silently, and the system immediately retracted, easily cutting off Elvis' control of the mecha.
The ejection bay was opened, the ejection device was preloaded, Dennis took a step back, and his eyes fell on the opponent.
"You need psychic power, Elvis, and humanity needs you now."
Only he is not needed, only he is not expected, so the sacrifice becomes logical, so simple that there is almost no need to think about it.
The plot deviated slightly, planted a glimmer of light in the bottom of my heart, and then everything returned to the right track.
…
A new ending quietly emerged beneath it.
"I'll wait for you, Elvis."
The truth of pollution is mutation, not death, and only humans avoid it like a scourge. As a foreign soul body, he is confident that he will still maintain his original mind after the mutation, but he can no longer return to the world that originally belonged to him in this state.
Once he gets the energy core again, Elvis will turn back into the much-anticipated light of the empire, and become a great hero who saves mankind in times of crisis. Countless honors and beliefs will be placed on him alone.
But if the other party wants, it's really not at all.
Hearing his soft voice again, Elvis's chest trembled slightly, as if seeing some kind of very faint hope again, his eyes were fixed on the other party for a moment.
The youth's pupils were bright, and there was a faint smile.
"If I become a bug, will you still want me?"
The light in his eyes froze for a moment, and suddenly turned into a bright color of ecstasy. The water vapor almost engulfed his eyes, and he was blinked away fiercely, but the smile couldn't stop filling up.
"Yes, of course. You wait for me, I went to rescue them, and then came back immediately, we were polluted together, and then fled together, we can become star robbers, I will take you to settle in another place and live a new life …”
The clear water flashed across the bottom of the eyes, the eyelashes retracted, and the ice and snow melted: "Okay, I will wait for you."
After finishing speaking, the thin figure jumped into the ejection bay, closed the shield, and pressed the launch button.
With tyrannical mechas opening the way, ordinary Zergs are no threat at all. I don't know if it is due to the influence of hibernation, and the Zergs seem to be particularly slack in responding to the invasion of foreign enemies.
Su Shi drove quickly through the gaps of the Zerg, and not long after, he successfully found the lost energy core.
There was a pit on the ground, and the energy core was thrown into the pit. The Zerg passed by and turned a blind eye. The strange situation finally aroused Su Shi's suspicion.
Regardless, it's always nice to have a task that's simple and easy to do. The ice beetle will launch a new wave of attack soon, and Elvis' strength must be recovered as soon as possible, so that he can rush back to save the world.
Su Shi raised his hand to open the protective cover, and jumped out without wearing any protective equipment.
The Zerg's environment is not suitable for human survival, and as soon as they landed, their already fragile bodies felt faint pain.
Raising his hand and waving away the bumblebee that hit him head-on, Su Shi walked over slowly, half kneeling on the ground, picked up the energy core, and his mental power surged out.
Without the maintenance of mental strength, his body is also rapidly collapsing.
Every inch of muscle, every nerve is silently decaying, but it is so numb that no pain can be felt. Su Shi's figure swayed, and he simply sat on the ground, his mental power persistently flushing the energy core, and drawing the last bit of venom left in it into his body.
He really didn't deceive Elvis, he just magnified a possibility he had guessed infinitely.
After the pollution and mutation, God knows what he will look like. If he really turns into some terrible bug shape, even if he survives by chance, he may collapse to the point of directly flapping his wings and hitting the mecha.
Thinking of the possible weird look, a little smile even appeared on the corners of his lips.
Elvis held his breath, his eyes fixed on the figure of the young man.
The clear smile made his heart tremble, but he instinctively rejected any other speculations and doubts. They still have responsibilities on their shoulders, and there is no other way to choose, but soon it will no longer be the case. When the danger is lifted and the responsibility is handed over, they will be completely free, and the other party will definitely wait for him to that time, and will definitely wait for him to come back.
So what about humans, and what about Zerg.
As long as we go together and return together, it doesn't matter if we live or die.
The energy core was finally completely purified, emitting a dazzling brilliance, so bright that it hurts the eyes.
Then the young man's face suddenly softened, revealing a little childish smile, the peace of mind that finally completed the mission flashed in his eyes, he wrapped his energy core tightly with his spiritual power, and turned his head to look at the surveillance hole of the mech.
The clear eyes pierced straight into the bottom of his heart, Elvis's chest trembled slightly, and subconsciously returned a soft smile, only to realize that the other party couldn't actually see it.
Then Dennis raised his palm, and the mental force wrapped the energy core and sent it into the delivery port. With a click, the manipulator had automatically finished grabbing it and landed on the tray.
Elvis didn't move, still staring at him quietly.
The young man staggered and stood up. This movement seemed to be a bit strenuous for him. He did it twice before finally completing it. Then he walked towards him step by step and opened his arms.
Embracing the cold and hard armor.
The mecha is silent, standing still, with a huge body almost two people tall, silently embraced by the thin human body.
Elvis shuddered suddenly, understood the other party's intentions, almost rushed over suddenly, absorbed the energy core into his body, and spread his mental power like a tidal wave, controlling every inch of the mech.
Familiar feelings instantly swept through my mind, the mech took half a step back, half-kneeled awkwardly, and the mechanical arm bent back as gently as possible into a wing guard posture.
Then a clear smile lit up that face again, and the young man hugged the huge mecha for the last time, causing his light body temperature to completely fall under the touch of spiritual power, and then backed away, standing still for the last time.
The mecha set sail towards the mother star, the airflow rolled up the dust, and the tall and straight figure stood motionless in the smoke and dust. The closer and brighter the Zerg territory was dyed with a dazzling golden glow by the stars that were about to disappear below the horizon.
The smoke and dust refracted the twilight, outlining a more vivid figure.
At that moment, Elvis even suddenly had the idea to rush back desperately, no longer care about the country, no longer care about responsibility, as long as the other party is not left alone in that golden light that can almost swallow people.
But he never turned around and did not issue an order to return. The energy core quickly fit in his chest, and his mental power easily broke through the barrier. His figure gradually became sharper, condensing into a firm and cold figure that seemed to be exactly the same as that figure.
It wasn't until he confirmed that the mecha had completely left that Su Shi finally relaxed and sat down slowly.
The decline of his body was irresistible, and the weakness and fatigue spreading from every corner were dragging him into a complete coma.
The half-human, half-worm shadow rolled past him in smoke and dust. I don't know if the Zerg queen finally found herself and planned to enjoy it as a delicious meal.
He no longer had the strength to make any resistance, but he still untied the straps little by little, and tied himself tightly to the rock.
He agreed to wait for the other party, so he sat here and waited.
Not going anywhere.
Inside the empire, there has been an unprecedented panic.
There is almost no effective means to resist the invasion of ice beetles. People are looking for underground shelters in a hurry, but the defense of the base has not been breached for too long. The underground shelters do not have heating facilities, although they can barely escape temporarily. , but it is by no means a long-term solution.
The defense line retreated steadily, losses soared every second, and the military headquarters was completely in chaos.
"Stupid, just stupid!"
Marshal Lance blushed with anger and thumped on the table, his voice was harsh and deafening: "Short-sighted, self-destroying the Great Wall! Melville, Dennis is your son, but not your private property. Even if he did make a mistake, It should also be handed over to the military, not to you for lynching!"
If there is no immediate crisis, the military may turn a blind eye and acquiesce to Old Mel's behavior. But at the moment, there is no doubt that only Dennis can bring a turning point to the defeated defense line, but he has been completely destroyed in his hands.
Old Mel was silent, but his eyes showed unspeakable shame.
The marshal was still angry, walked back and forth a few steps, tore off the almost cumbersome medal of honor, and slammed it on the table.
"Why are you still standing there? Now we can only rely on us to carry and fight desperately. Even if the soldiers can't protect the people, they should at least die on the battlefield before the people!"
As he said that, he had already strode out, and when he reached the door, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and his voice was infinitely chilly.
"Dana, remember today's day. If the empire is destroyed on this day, when you write the epitaph, remember to add a sentence-just today, the empire we guard with our lives, she is going to perish because of you. "
As soon as the voice fell, the Marshal's figure flashed, he had already turned into the corridor, and strode towards the front line.
Old Mel swayed, and finally completely fell to his knees on the ground.
When resistance is meaningless, the meaning of fighting is only itself.
The mechs were easily torn apart, and the defense line was breached one after another. The only progress depended on the speed at which the ice beetle crawled forward.
The marshal's resolute face finally gradually showed despair, and he was about to order the detonation of the neutron bomb, and die together with the monster in front of him, when a pleasant voice suddenly came from beside him: "Mecha, it's that mecha!"
Their eyes lit up suddenly, and everyone looked over in disbelief.
The mecha, which no one could pilot, was activated smoothly, firmly blocked the blow of the ice beetle, and took advantage of the opportunity to ruthlessly overturn the opponent's huge body.
The enraged beetle violently swung its armor clamps and smashed against the mech with a strong wind, but failed as it did the previous few times. The mecha quickly counterattacked, the powerful attack rained down, and the aftermath alone was enough to destroy a building directly.
Hope is quietly lighting up.
All the human beings on the ground were quickly transferred to the underground shelter. On the monitoring screen, the mechs and the ice beetles were nearly tied, and then regained their advantage inch by inch. The terrifying tenacity and persistence even made people feel uncomfortable just watching. In awe.
"It must be Lieutenant Dennis, this style of play, he must be back!"
Someone cheered in surprise, Old Mel's eyes lit up unconsciously, and he couldn't help but look forward to taking a step forward.
Wayne, who came back in a hurry, looked at him with complicated eyes, clenched the envelope in his hand, and did not speak.
After the general decided to attack Dennis, he was put in confinement. He managed to take advantage of the chaotic situation to come out, but happened to meet General Elvis who rushed back, and took him to find the place with his pass. With a special armor.
He didn't dare to ask about Dennis' whereabouts, and he didn't have the courage to open the letter that the other party handed him.
An inexplicable chill hit my heart, even offsetting the joy and excitement of the reversal of the situation.
In the final fatal blow, the beetle's tough shell was completely blasted away, and everything was settled, finally establishing the victory.
People cheered and poured out of the shelter, and Old Mel couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart. He walked out quickly and stood still in front of the mecha.
The shell was opened, revealing the handsome and resolute face of the young general, with his short hair soaked in sweat, he jumped out of the mecha.
The smile and light suddenly froze in Old Mel's eyes.
"Elvis!"
Marshal Lance's eyes lit up suddenly, he walked over quickly, and was about to speak to him, but Elvis had already stood still and saluted him.
The movements are decisive and crisp, almost solemn, but also clearly alienated.
"I'm afraid you will have to train new strong men in the future, Marshal Lance."
Just after the fierce battle, Elvis' breathing was still a little short, but his tone was calm and peaceful, and he turned his eyes to Old Mel who was aside.
"My subordinate came back this time because I was entrusted by others and wished by everyone. The reason why I can still stand here and fight is all thanks to one person. Without him, the history written today may become the destruction of the empire. inscription."
Everyone's gazes cast their gazes over, old Mel's face turned blue and then pale, Elvis seemed to be unaware, and his voice sounded calm.
"I have summarized the specific situation into a written form, and Second Lieutenant Towayne submitted it, and my resignation letter is also included."
Marshal Lance's complexion changed slightly, and he was about to interrupt him, but Elvis had already continued talking.
"Although General Melville almost caused the destruction of the entire empire, his son, Lieutenant General Dennis Melville, saved everything with his own strength. I will rush back, just fulfilling the entrustment of Lieutenant General Dennis, if not Because the brutal lynching completely destroyed his body, what he can do today must be far better than me, and the damage caused will be countless times lower."
Old Mel could no longer straighten his shoulders, and suddenly slumped like a real old man, with a low and intermittent voice.
"I want to know—he, I..."
I want to know if that son is still alive, but why I want to know, but my heart is inexplicably empty.
Elvis looked at him with a vague look of sympathy.
"You should be proud, General Melville."
The faintly familiar words suddenly stabbed him hard in the spine. Old Mel looked up in astonishment, the light in his eyes quickly extinguished, leaving only darkness.
Elvis had already turned around and left, jumped onto his mech lightly, and rushed back towards the insect nest without stopping.
Someone else is waiting for him.
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