Gavin said to go to Dean the next day, but he still couldn't train the next day.
Because Dean became irritable as soon as he saw him, restless like a wolf that had been robbed of its prey, walking around trying to sniff the back of his neck, as if planning to pounce on him at any time.
Although Gavin was very calm and restrained, he couldn't hold back Dean's madness again and again. Before entering the cockpit, the two even almost scuffled in the locker room.
In the end, Dean got on the mech with bruises on the corners of his mouth, and his face was full of sullenness. It didn't look like him, but he looked a bit like his famous bad boy classmate Claire.
For Gavin, there is no difference. It is not the first time he has encountered Alpha who is controlled by pheromones and thus becomes unconscious. He is used to it. Speaking of which, when he first recovered, he felt that being an Omega was not as good as being an Alpha, because Alphas have outstanding qualities in all aspects and can engage in a wide range of occupations; but after Jing Ge, Dean, Claire, General Aaron...etc. , he thinks it's better to be a Beta. Betas who are calm, self-controlled and naturally enjoy more freedom are the real winners in life.
This day's training was not going well, because Dean's mental state was unstable, causing Zhuan Zhu to be at a loss as to what to do, and almost tripped over his left foot and fell into the mud. Fortunately, Gavin took away Dean's control of the mech in a flash, and the steel giant flipped over neatly, and stopped firmly on the plain in a kneeling position.
With a bang, Gavin pushed open the hatch, jumped to the ground in the air, and walked away without saying a word.
"Stop!" Dean hurriedly jumped off after him, and said angrily, "Tomorrow is the race! Where are you going?!"
Gavin didn't even look back.
"I said you stop for me!"
Dean rushed up and reached out to grab his shoulder. Before his hand fell, his wrist was caught in the air, and then Gavin turned around and punched him.
In a flash, Dean realized that he was going to be beaten again—but before the sense of humiliation arose, there was only a sound of wind, and Gavin's fist was firmly in front of his chin.
"We can't cooperate." Gavin took a half step back and said in a flat tone: "Training is just a waste of time."
Most of his punch was a warning, and he actually cared about Alpha's face. However, this gesture made the proud Dean even more humiliated. He clenched his teeth tightly and managed to restrain himself after a while: "... Then what about tomorrow's game?"
"When you can control it, you control it. If you can't control it, replace me. To be honest, the possibility of me losing is relatively small."
This was said frankly, and Dean didn't even have a place to refute. After a while, he finally asked: "Why are you so strong?!"
Gavin was silent.
He watched the evening wind blow across the plain, and the setting sun dyed the boy's stubborn face, and a sigh passed silently from the bottom of his heart.
None of them knew that another person had asked the same question many years ago—Emperor Heinrich. Of course, he was not as angry and unwilling as Dean is today, but with extreme admiration: "Why are you so strong?"
Celia's answer was very gentle: "—because of time."
Because time has endowed me with insignificant experience and wisdom, taught me humility and tolerance, made me never forget to reflect on myself, and at the same time always remember to be compassionate and awe-inspiring.
This is a typical Celia answer - but of course he can't say it now.
"I don't know." Gavin said honestly after a while.
Dean looked at him coldly, waved his hand and said, "If you don't want to say it, forget it."
The next day, the Imperial Military Academy Mecha League, which attracted the attention of the entire universe, officially began.
As the sponsor, the Royal Military Academy has designated a vast territory of 2.6 million square kilometers as the competition field, including wasteland, highlands, virgin forests and other terrains, and even a nuclear pollution experiment area left over from the war. It is said that no one has been inside for half a century.
Contestants sent by major military academies also arrived at Egret Star—these people had met each other at the dinner party, and they were all proud and proud sons of heaven, and no one would lose their demeanor before the competition started. Therefore, although the smell of gunpowder is full of gunpowder now, everyone nods when they meet each other, with a cold but polite look.
Gavin slipped in under the guise of a fake. Before entering the players' lounge, he changed into a full combat uniform, wearing a black hood that only exposed his eyes, and sat silently in a corner like a mushroom.
"Are you from Nanjia?" A staff member of the Royal Military Academy did not know him, but greeted him enthusiastically.
"..." Gavin was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Let me just say, the lads in Nanga Star are all short—your school only started to participate in the league last year, right? Don't be afraid, those lads who came last year didn't dare to speak, they were trembling and pitiful..."
The other players all turned their heads and looked over.
"...There's nothing to be nervous about, just try your best. If you play early, you can go shopping at the Royal Military Academy and play around for two days. After the game, there will be a grand dinner. After the dinner, you will be sent home..."
The staff members showed the four words of hospitality to the fullest. Gavin stared at him innocently, feeling that the strange sights from all directions almost stared him out of a hole.
"...and last year you were the last ones. This year, as long as you get a little better, you've made progress. The task is easy!" The staff patted Gavin's shoulder heavily, and encouraged him with seductive eyes: "—Come on, take a deep breath! You have Don't you feel better?"
Gavin hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to live up to the kindness of the staff.
"Yes, it's much better." He said calmly amidst the pity eyes around him: "Thank you!"
As a result, when Dean changed his clothes and went on the field, he saw Gavin walking towards the mecha team of the Nanjia Star Military Academy. For some reason, the action seemed a bit sneaky.
"Hey you-"
Dean didn't say a word, Gavin immediately gave him a wink.
"..." Dean's brows twitched, and he sneaked into the Nanjia Star Military Academy team in a low-key manner, and turned around and waved at a staff member.
The other party also waved happily, as if saying goodbye, then turned and went to the office.
As for the players from the major military academies around, they were all looking at Gavin, their gazes were very complicated: sympathy, pity, contempt, dismissiveness... That was a rich meaning!
Dean's head was full of black lines, and he finally waited for no one to pay attention, so he hurried over and pulled Gavin out: "What are you doing in Nanga?"
"It's a long story..."
"what happened?"
With a serious face, Gavin stretched out a finger and shook it silently. Dean became more anxious now: "What happened? Tell me quickly!"
"... I don't want to mention it." Gavin finally told the truth after a while: "It's a bit embarrassing."
As a result, Dean questioned Gavin like a thief until he boarded the plane in order to find out what happened.
You can’t blame him for his nervousness. You must know that the mark on the back of Gavin’s neck was a big blow to him—although he was not arrogant enough to think that this Omega would definitely belong to him, but Dean always felt that he was a contender. , I didn't expect to be marked when I turned my head and disappeared!
Is it tolerable or unbearable!
How is this different from being poached in a corner!
Fortunately, this mark is temporary, and it will be metabolized with the blood circulation in a short time. In order to ensure that similar situations do not occur in the future, Dean is now the same as those Alphas who have suffered a painful lesson, and has tightened a certain nerve of vigilance to 120,000 points.
"If you ask another question, I can only ask you to shut up," Gavin finally couldn't bear it at the end of the principal's speech, and threatened by turning on the communicator in the technician cabin.
"It's because you didn't realize the seriousness of the problem," Dean's cold voice came from the headset: "Do you know how important the opening ceremony of the league is? Do you know the consequences of talking to people casually? Every year Many players are not defeated by strength at all, they are inexperienced, and they were seen through before the game started... "
"Luan Zhu," Gavin said decisively.
In the next second, Dean in the cockpit found that his nerve belt was tightened suddenly, he wrapped him up like a rice dumpling, and threw him on the driver's seat.
Gavin: "Good."
Dean: "…"
Dean's rational nerve snapped, and he was about to yell at him when he heard a chaotic voice coming from the public channel, and timidly said, "Thank you."
Gavin: "Yeah."
"..." Dean was completely speechless.
After Principal Caroline of the Royal Military Academy delivered a speech on behalf of the Royal Military Academy, Principal Dana of the Interstellar Military Academy came to the stage and introduced the participating mechs to all the guests.
In previous years, all the participating mechas were prepared by the contestants. People with C-level mechas like Dean are very flattering. There are very few C-level mechas, and basically everyone is D-level. None.
But this year, for some reason, Principal Caroline generously prepared mechas for all contestants, all of them were C-level.
This was beyond the expectation of all the military academies. The headmasters were stunned and could only praise the Royal Military Academy for being worthy of the word "royal". C-level mechs are enough for school-level officers in remote galaxies! Except for the Royal Military Academy, who can move out hundreds of units at once!
Caroline put away her jealousy and stared countless times, and sat peacefully in the hanging box, as if nothing happened.
"As expected, Principal Caroline, one of the founding heroes of the country," Dana finished his speech and returned to the box with a smile on his face: "You actually provide the same favorable conditions to all opponents. Your confidence is really admirable!"
The use of this word caused several principals around to look slightly sideways, but Caroline acted nonchalantly and said with a smile: "It's just a fair game."
"Haha, you're right. After the last day of the competition, all the elites will be left, and equipped with such advanced mechs, I think His Majesty will be very happy when he arrives!"
Caroline smiled and didn't answer.
Of course she wouldn't tell Dana the real reason for providing the C-level mecha, because he wouldn't believe it.
No one would believe that the armed technicians of the Royal Military Academy can use their minds to control all mechas above C level, because this is quite rare in the entire history of mecha development.
This kind of person's spiritual threshold is so high that it is almost supernatural. Although they can only crack through brute force when facing pure mechanical D-level mechas, as long as they encounter mechas of C-level and above equipped with nerve belts, most of them can use the method of invading the opponent's spirit. The way of tie, directly control the opponent under one's own thoughts.
Of course, this kind of invasion is only one-on-one, and there is no precedent in history of being able to control two mechas at the same time—but as long as you control the most critical mecha of the opponent, you will already have the upper hand on the battlefield. It may not be possible to produce one in two hundred years.
As for the most recent record in history, it is the federal commander Gavin Celia who died fifty years ago—due to military protection reasons, almost no one knew about him during his lifetime, and this secret was only revealed by the imperial military after his death.
And after him, no one can do it again.
"Now that everyone is ready, let's get started."
Caroline stood up and clapped her hands heavily. Sixty-four salutes rang through the sky immediately. The eyes of hundreds of steel giants lit up at the same time, and then the roaring sound swept the entire arena.
"The first event of the competition is to cross 40,000 kilometers of primeval jungle—everyone will fight each other until the finish line, and only one-third of the contestants will qualify."
"Please don't be afraid to fight, try to eliminate as many players as possible. The principals will score each game, and the score will directly affect the order of appearance in the next game."
As for the specific scoring criteria that have been transmitted to all mechas, Caroline didn't say much, and her cold voice reached the ears of every contestant through the public frequency: "Then please pay attention now—" She paused, and said loudly: "Game start!"
— Before she finished speaking, a mecha rushed behind Luan Zhu, and the ion lightsaber cut off her head.
Everything happened at the same instant: Luan Zhu turned around, drew his sword, and slashed with his backhand; with a loud bang, the opponent was cut in two, and the bright fire mixed with the electric light exploded, shaking the surrounding area of more than ten meters into pieces. flat ground.
All the surrounding mechas stopped for an instant, followed by "Ding!" a public frequency reminder: "The mecha chaotically killed one enemy, scoring 920 points; the mecha's bow bone was cut, and the pilot was eliminated."
"The competition has begun, please continue to work hard."