The ensuing journey was an ordeal, for Heinrich as for Gavin. So when the airship stopped, they all sighed in unison.
"Your Majesty, we have arrived at the gate of the New Palace of Versailles... Huh?! What's going on with you?!"
Heinrich's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and the two tubes of dried blood under his nasal cavity looked ridiculous. The guard watched him walk down with a stunned look, as if someone owed him five million: "It's okay, I fell."
Guard officer: "..."
You must have slammed your head on the ground at a 90-degree angle to "snap!" to fall like this!
Heinrich looked livid in the face of many strange eyes, opened the rear hatch in a huff, and stretched out his hand to hug Gavin out.
Gavin was actually not feeling well either. Heinrich's coat had a strong alpha pheromone smell, which was stronger and more direct than Comrade Aaron's bed sheets. He was so flustered and short of breath and weak in body along the way. He only hated himself for not being able to Hit the wall and passed out.
Gavin is a person who is calmer and calmer on the surface, and more turbulent in his heart. Compared with the emperor who simply resists the impulse of lust, his psychological activities are much more complicated: Why is Lao Tzu affected by pheromones? Am I really an Omega? No, no, even though I am already an Omega, am I also the "kind" of an Omega who is naturally obedient and obedient to Alpha? !
He was wrapped in Heinrich's coat and held in Heinrich's arms at the same time, his eyes looked as if he was owed fifty million.
"Listen," said the emperor in a voice only the two of them could hear, striding up the palace steps, "I don't want to mark anyone, and I think you probably don't want to be marked either. It's easy, as long as you obey You won’t suffer any harm, and you can find any Alpha you want in the future, and it has nothing to do with me.”
"You only want Mecha Phoenix," Gavin affirmed.
"It's very smart, but I only want the cockpit of the mech phoenix." Heinrich frowned and asked, "Have I heard your voice somewhere?"
"You heard me wrong."
"..."
The new Palace of Versailles is made of all-white moonstone, which seems to exude a light and soft light. The interior of the palace is well-arranged and there are not many furnishings. There is a vast light silver ground at the entrance, which is so clean that people can be seen.
The emperor walked through the hall, which ended in a ring of glass domes. Through the glass cover, you can see that the negative floor is a laboratory containing many biochemical instruments. The elevator behind the door takes them straight into the ground, and only a few researchers in white coats are waiting on both sides.
Gavin instantly sensed the emperor's intentions.
He wanted to study Phoenix's spiritual link and find out a way to take out the cockpit without dismantling the mech.
"We will give you a certain amount of brainstem stimulation through the imitation spirit plug, which may hurt a little." Heinrich leaned over and put Gavin on the alloy bed, and said, "But if you don't struggle, it will almost hurt." Seconds passed."
Gavin stared at him: "I have a question."
"Say."
"Why do you want a cockpit?"
The emperor was silent for a while, then said slowly: "For the future of the country."
Gavin noticed that he was talking about nation rather than empire, the two words having very different meanings in the Common Speech of the Empire. But he didn't have time to ask, because Heinrich closed the glass cover with a muffled bang.
Gavin was sealed on the alloy push bed, and the mechanical arm protruded from the outside, pushing him into the huge coffin-like operating cabin.
"The spiritual connection between the pilot and the mech is actually realized through bio-electromagnetics. Thousands of years ago in the ancient earth era, people could not explain the wonders of this electromagnetic, so they called it the soul."
Numerous electrodes extend from the operating cabin, connect with the rectangular computer array, and then connect to the floating screen. The researcher turned on the screen and motioned the emperor to look at the complex lines composed of various colors: "The soul is 'drawn' through a specific spectral language, which is almost like this. After the operation begins, we can see the deep memory in the target's mind , and the degree of clarity depends on his mental threshold."
"What we have to do now is to scan his 'soul' and make a copy, and then strengthen the radiation so that the crest exceeds the spiritual threshold of Marshal Celia. Then we can forcefully connect with Phoenix, order it to turn on and send out the cockpit .”
"Will it cause harm to the human body?" Heinrich asked with a frown.
"We'll do our best to avoid it—a young, healthy Omega is rare, and no one wants to hurt him."
The emperor was very solemn: "Please do it."
The researcher nodded solemnly.
Of course they have to do it, even if the emperor doesn't say it. Not to mention that Alpha has a natural desire to protect Omega, even if the emperor has lived for hundreds of years and is still a member of the death group, they have to let this Omega survive no matter what.
After a long period of preparation for the test, everything was finally ready. The researcher injected the stimulant into the needle, and the alloy needle with a length of several inches slowly protruded from the operating cabin and aimed at the top of Gavin's head.
Gavin's whole body was tightly fixed by metal hoops, he couldn't even turn his head slightly, he could only watch the needle go out.
Then his skull went cold.
The feeling was indescribable, the momentary severe pain followed by numbness—the presence of that needle was so vivid that he felt that the entire gap in his skull was being slowly pushed open.
The brain tissue was gradually pierced, Gavin trembled uncontrollably, and then began to struggle frantically!
"Don't move!" A roar came from the communicator: "It will stab you!"
The metal hoop suddenly tightened, and the huge force fixed Gavin so tightly that even the muscles could not be tensed. Those few seconds were endlessly long, Gavin's eyes turned white, and he felt his brain's consciousness hazy in a trance.
His soul seemed to float up, and he turned his head condescendingly, staring coldly at his corpse-like self.
is this me? He thought in a daze.
"What am I? Where does "I" come from
In the vast river of time and consciousness, how could such an "I" be born
Gavin closed his eyes, and opened them slowly after an unknown amount of time. The scene in front of him had changed. He seemed to be standing in a corridor with no end in sight. The cold draft was blowing from the depths of the darkness, licking his neck like a snake letter, and his nostrils were full of salty and damp water vapor.
He realized it was some dusty memory.
...but where is this
Gavin tentatively moved forward, but only encountered a cloud of chaotic black mist. He was about to move forward when someone grabbed his hand.
"—Congratulations on deceiving those old guys who are sitting on a vegetarian diet, but I can see through you." A pale man approached him, his whole body in black armor almost blending into the darkness: "I know your tricks."
Gavin found him inexplicably familiar, but no matter what, he couldn't remember who he was.
"You are a double-faced liar, and you have a place in both light and darkness. But from now on all myths will be shattered, because my eyes will be on you, and I will always watch your every move—"
The man showed a ferocious smile, but then Gavin interrupted him:
"Never mind, Yunes. You're nothing more than a sewer rat to me."
He turned and walked in the other direction of the corridor, and a man's roar came from behind him: "Wait until the day you are defeated by me, Celia!"
Celia didn't look back, and didn't even have an expression.
"-dream."
The scene changed rapidly, the dark corridor quickly went away, and the sun was shining in front of me at some point.
Gavin opened his eyes, and found that he was in a completely different corridor: the sun was streaming down from the glass windows, and everything around him was shrouded in a warm halo, brilliant but not clear.
Outside the window is the flat playground in the afternoon. A few soldiers are sweating profusely doing physical training. The sun shines on their bronzed muscles, and even the sweat glistens.
"I've noticed that you haven't been so vicious recently," said a man in a lieutenant general's uniform beside him lazily, "Have you started to cultivate your morals, Marshal?"
"The closest you're talking about is from two hundred years ago."
"Well... It hasn't been that long. I still remember the joke about sexual decline you told at the birthday reception of President Consettrin..."
"You should remember it occasionally, Kaleyan." Celia said gently, "Now I usually take this kind of joke in my heart."
"... So you are always complaining in your heart now?"
Celia turned to the lieutenant general and said slowly after a while: "I am indeed here now."
Kaleyan's face was full of admiration, Celia smiled at him, and turned to look out the window.
The breeze is mixed with the strong smell of summer plants, rustling over the treetops. Kaleyan watched the training with him for a while, and couldn't help but said: "I thought you would find some good soldiers, but who knew that you found these unknown things..."
"You were not so mean when you were my bodyguard."
"No? Well—what do you think of the two newcomers?"
Celia smiled and shook her head, as if feeling helpless about this question. After a long while, he finally said, "Aaron is actually as talented as you, and you will find out slowly in the future."
"No. What about the other one?"
"Heinrich?"
"Well, it's that little white face."
The young man's face appeared in Celia's mind. It was indeed very handsome, but his masculinity was also very obvious, and he couldn't see any potential to be a good boy.
"Personally, I don't like him very much, but he has a higher talent...in leadership."
Kaleyan wondered: "You want to say that he is handsome?"
"The same can be said."
"Then why don't you like it?"
"... I don't know." Celia paused under Kaleyan's unexpected gaze, and said slowly, "But it's okay, there are too many things I don't like... It doesn't matter if there is one more of him."
Why not
This problem is too complicated—or if you live too long, many difficult problems will become simple, and many simple problems will become very complicated.
Celia was lying on the operating table, the bright lights made him unable to open his eyes. The feeling of vomiting rushed from his stomach to his throat, and a few seconds later he suddenly got up and vomited heart-piercingly.
"marshal!"
"Master Marshal!"
"It's okay Celia, it's okay! It's a normal rejection reaction... Get him some water! Quick, towel!"
Edna crouched by the operating table and held him tightly, wiping his sweaty face with a hot towel. A few minutes later, Celia finally stopped vomiting exhaustedly, her voice was so hoarse that she almost changed her tune: "... help me up."
Kaleyan rushed forward and together with Edna helped him to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner of the operating room. A completely unfamiliar face was reflected in the mirror, with deep eyebrows and distinct features. Celia looked at it for a while and asked hoarsely, "Who is this?"
"The gene catalysis program will start soon, and it will return to its original appearance in at most half a month... This is you, Celia." Edna tremblingly said: "You are still you, just changed to an Alpha body, the other Nothing has changed."
Celia was silent for a while, then shook her head.
"You shouldn't have woken the dead from hell, Edna. There won't be another time."
However, no next time is just empty talk, and no one's life and death can really be controlled by themselves.
The scene changed again, twelve years later Celia was lying in the desert of Red Saturn, the phoenix's broken flanks reflected a cold moonlight.
The last drop of the solution had been injected, and his vision began to blur. The last scene imprinted in his mind was the thousands of stars in the night sky and the Nine Heavens Milky Way across the sky.
If he fails this time, he will usher in real death.
However, he didn't know whether he hoped to fail or succeed. Heinrich's wailing was still in his ears, but what he thought of was the lush mint field in the breeze on the egret star.
I really want to go back again.
If only I could go back again...
The night wind raised layers of dust and sand, wrapping the phoenix together with the cockpit and sinking into the ground. There was darkness in front of Celia's eyes. In a trance, he saw the road leading to another world, winding from his feet to nothingness.
... This is the final curtain call, right
Thinking so, he walked towards the tiny distance.
The originally clear memory picture on the screen suddenly began to become blurred, and after a few electromagnetic interferences, it went completely black.
At the same time, in the operating cabin, Gavin suddenly convulsed extremely, but then the needle was withdrawn quickly, and the glass cover was opened with a bang!
Heinrich rushed forward and hugged him tightly, his whole body and his voice trembling violently: "Selia! It's all right, Celia, it's over, everything is over, I know you will come back..."
He groped through Gavin's hair with his fingers and found the wound left by the metal needle, and trembling, he kissed that piece of hair vigorously. Gavin couldn't hear anything clearly, he kept convulsing and struggling in the intense dizziness, and then retched heart-piercingly.
"Did you come back to meet me? Did you come back to find me?" Heinrich passionately kissed him on the cheek, his arms were strangled so hard that his veins burst out, but he seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw Do not let go: "I know you will come back, this time there will be no one... never again..."
His eyes were like a crazy trapped beast, full of despair and blood, so that no one dared to take a step forward.
"Let... let go of me," Gavin felt a sharp pain in his ribs even in a daze, and he couldn't help but subconsciously began to struggle: "It hurts... let me go!"
"—Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The researcher staggered forward: "Please let go, the brain scan shows that there is something in his brain! It's a signal receiver!"
Heinrich's pupils constricted instantly.
"It's a receiver that has already been used, and it can be placed in the human brain to receive electromagnetic waves from the soul!" The researcher was so excited that his voice changed sharply: "—this is the top-secret technology of the Alliance fifty years ago, Your Majesty! Can I take it out and have a look?!"