The Sword of Galaxy

Chapter 66

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Three days later, Venus in Andromeda, the Shining Legion slowly landed on the huge tarmac.

Kaleyan walked down the bridge with a group of adjutants, followed by "Test Subject GTX0012" with a blank expression on his left. The straight alliance military uniform well concealed the lieutenant general's figure, and no one knew that his calves were trembling under the military trousers at the moment.

Councilor Telva, the representative of the parliament, and Admiral Abel, the representative of the military department, were waiting under the bridge surrounded by everyone. When they saw Kaleyan coming down, the expressions of both of them changed at the same time: "A beautiful victory. General!" Congressman Telva was enthusiastic and reserved, and stepped forward to grab Kaleyan's hand and shook it vigorously: "You have worked hard all the way, and the council will remember your contribution and achievements!"

Kaleyan squeezed out a distorted smile, and tremblingly glanced at Admiral Abel: "You are too much..."

Abel looked fierce and said nothing.

But Telva didn't care: "This is the test subject GTX0012? Why haven't you injected the genetic modifier yet? - It must be because the return journey is too hasty. If the military department doesn't have enough manpower, I can ask the research institute to help. The test subject has always been very interested... "

"No, Congressman." Abel finally spoke, his voice was low and buzzing: "The military department has already made arrangements."

The two giants finally met, and countless sparks flashed in their eyes.

Kaleyan took half a step back imperceptibly.

"In this case, I will wait for your good news in the parliament." After a while, Telva finally said coldly, turned around and strode towards the private airship.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly relaxed, and Kaleyan breathed a sigh of relief in an instant—but he was doomed to escape today, and Telva hadn't gone far when Abel suddenly rushed up like a black bear, and slapped him across the head and across the face!

Snapped!

Kaleyan fell to the ground in an instant, and in a daze, Abel roared: "Why didn't you capture Shurong Star! You waste who is greedy for life and afraid of death! You can kill the Ninth Fleet of the Empire if you go one step further! You are the waste! destroyed!"

Not far away, Telva staggered. Just as he was about to rush back to settle the score, he was held back desperately by his subordinates. After a while, he finally boarded the airship resentfully.

Kaleyan was dizzy and sat on the ground for a long time before being helped up by the adjutant trembling. Abel's anger still persisted, and his huge body, which was close to two meters, looked like a violent black bear. He pointed at him and scolded him angrily: "You are also the one I scolded!"

Kaleyan rolled his eyes and said weakly: "Yes... yes, you are right..."

"Why do you shrink back as soon as the parliament is dragging its feet? Do you still have the backbone of a soldier! So what if you rush up in one go, take down the Shurong star, and you will be executed by the council when you come back?!"

"Even if you are executed, the military department will stand in front of you! Will the military department watch you be executed?! Cowards! Greed for life and fear of death! These old foxes who only think about high officials and rich salary all day long..."

Admiral Abel's spit flew all over the place, and several adjutants around him suffered. Kaleyan barely blocked it with his hands, his face full of pain, and finally waited until Abel had almost sprayed his saliva, then wiped his face with his sleeve and smiled bitterly: "That's what I said, but I have to send it out if I change hands." , either to the Empire or to the Dark Star Hall... "

Abel immediately had nothing to say, so he hummed in dissatisfaction, looked around, and then caught a glimpse of Gavin standing upright not far away.

"Is this the test body on Shurong Planet? It's something made by those old bastards in the council?"

Abel strode forward, looked Gavin up and down in disgust for a while, then reached out and pulled his hair. Kaleyan raised his eyes to catch a glimpse of this scene, and suddenly felt bad: "Hey wait—"

Before the words finished, the tragedy had already happened. Abel habitually raised his big fan-like hand, and waved it down without thinking: "This thing is really disgusting!"

-Snapped!

The giant palm was firmly held ten centimeters from the top of the head, and Abel was startled, only to see the "test subject" looking at him coldly, with a very familiar cold light flashing in his eyes: "A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands!" , Didn’t your mother teach you when you were a child?”

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and Abel's bear-like body was pushed back two steps, and he sat down heavily on the ground!

"This, this, this is not, this, this..." Abel only felt thousands of muddy horses rushing past his mind, and the whole person was stunned: "What is this?!"

Kaleyan had a horrible expression on his face, and it took him a long time to put his hands off his face: "This is the test subject that failed on Red Saturn, and the one on Shurong Planet was thrown out of the spacecraft by this one."

"But didn't this one go to Egret?! Didn't it disappear in the Royal Military Academy?!"

"I don't know how he ended up in Shurong Star..."

"Why don't you know? Why did this one throw that one out of the spaceship? What does this one throw that one out of the spaceship? Now the council wants that test subject to come—"

Abel suddenly fell silent, then his pupils tightened, and he stared at Gavin in disbelief.

Kaleyan sighed in his heart, "Are you sure you want to say it here, General?"

Admiral Black Bear finally woke up like a dream, staring at Gavin with a mixture of shock, reverence, and suspicion, while getting up and staggering back towards the airship.

"... That's the way it is, and then we will return to Venus together." Twenty minutes later, in the rear cockpit of the airship, Kaleyan ended his narration with a helpless shrug.

Kaleyan and Abel huddled under the narrow front seat, and there was a large piece of luxurious leather seat behind them. Gavin was sitting casually by the window and looking out, as if he didn't hear the whispers between the two not far away.

Abel poked his head out from the back of the chair, took a quick look and then turned back immediately, his facial muscles trembling slightly due to excessive stiffness: "Kaleyan, you must answer my question honestly."

"… yes."

"If he is really the test subject on Red Saturn, why do you think he failed?"

Kaleyan's heart jumped, but there was no abnormality on his face: "Do you think he is really Marshal Celia? Impossible. Theoretically, the soul refraction technology is to project the frequency waves of thoughts directly and completely, and it should not have any effect on memory. Any damage. The blank memory of the test subject indicates that the soul was not fully refracted, or only a false mirror image was refracted, in which case the awakened person is nothing more than a replica."

Abel stared at him with copper bell-like eyes, and asked for a while, "Is it possible..."

"Impossible, something that hasn't been successful for fifty years, do you think it's suddenly successful now?"

Abel stopped talking, frowned and stared at his hands on his knees. After a long time, he hesitated and said: "Actually, I've heard a legend, but I don't know whether it's true or not—they said that the soul refraction has failed so far because the council deleted and changed the marshal's memory, which caused frequent waves of thinking to be inconsistent... If one day If the marshal wakes up, it means that his thoughts are on the right track, so the one who wakes up should be—”

Ebel paused, and said: "It is not only the parliament that needs Marshal Silia, but also our military department. You and I both know what the military department looks like now. The morale and hearts of the people have been scattered. The Second Rectification Movement did not achieve any results, so what does that mean? —Of course I am not saying that dozens of generals in the military cannot support daily operations, but it makes a difference whether there is a backbone or not.”

Kaleyan's eyes sank, he licked his lips for a while, and said, "But you can't force this to be true just because you need it, General."

"Is it really possible to find a way to prove it!" Abel waved his hand impatiently, almost hitting Kaleyan on the nose: "The key now is that we need that person, do you understand? The one on Shurong Star He doesn't even have independent thinking, but this one can run, jump and argue with the parliament, how can we send him away?"

Kaleyan stopped talking, and Abel knew that he was very upset, so he rarely persuaded him: "I know you people have a deep relationship with the marshal, and I don't want this one, regardless of whether it's a failure or a real body... to join this Muddy waters. But do you think that if the real marshal came back to life, and you let him choose, would he stand by and fly away from the current alliance? The marshal lives for the alliance, and the alliance is like his life. Where does this selfishness put his own will?"

"It's just a failure." Kaleyan said coldly.

"You—" Abel barely resisted the desire to argue, rolled his eyes and slapped the armrest of the seat heavily: "In short, whether it is a failure or a true body, we need such a person now! You must let him pour out the genetic fluid Yes, and then we will hold a press conference to announce the news that the Marshal is back!"

Kaleyan wanted to say something else, but Abel got up and strode out of the cockpit, angrily went outside to smoke.

Standing in front of the deck hall, Abel exhaled a deep breath of white smoke.

These days, the price of real tobacco has exceeded people's imagination. Maybe some imperial nobles can still afford it, but basically everyone uses high-quality and cheap electronic tobacco. More popular among young people are electronic hallucinogens and ecstasy drugs, which were contraband in the ancient times of the ancient earth, but now have become the new fads that are highly sought after after the dependence is removed.

When Celia was in power, senior military officials had to hide in secret even to smoke an electronic cigarette. In just fifty years, all kinds of weird fashion items have become popular. If it weren't for the few lieutenant generals who severely criticized soft drugs a few years ago, it's hard to say what kind of corruption the low-level officers would be now...

Abel sighed, threw the cigarette butt to the cleaning robot, and was about to go back to the cockpit to continue smoking Kaleyan, when he turned around suddenly and was stunned: "You—"

Gavin was standing at the other end of the hall, silently looking at the rapidly receding field under his feet.

The airship was heading towards the main city of Gold Mercury, and the setting sun in the distance gradually sank into the mountains, and the golden and red afterglow stretched into a long line for thousands of miles, all of which were reflected in Gavin's quiet eyes. The scene at that moment was really magnificent, and Abel was stunned for a while before subconsciously saying: "You—"

Gavin turned to look at him.

They looked at each other in the empty hall, after a long time Abel opened his mouth, his voice was vague and uncertain: "—do you remember me?"

Gavin turned his head indifferently, "I don't have a clear impression."

"No—wait, do you still remember?"

"uncertain."

"But Kaleyan said you have no memory at all?!"

"Obviously he didn't tell the whole truth."

Abel stared blankly at Gavin in front of him, his expression was both surprised and surprised, and he didn't know what to say for a while. After a while, Gavin glanced at him through the glass, as if searching for a memory in his mind: "—Your name is Lev Abel, the commander-in-chief of the Eighth Army of the Alliance, the card who acted without authorization after the Battle of the Dark Star Hall Lie Yang broke into the marshal's office with a gun, and took a pot of hot tea and poured it all over my body... that's all I remember, but I'm actually curious how it ended, fine or detention?"

"...I was fined 5,000 union coins for misbehaving." Abel murmured, "My God, who are you?"

At some point, Kaleyan came out of the back cabin, leaning against the door of the hall and looking at them with complicated expressions. Gavin's expression was calm: "I don't know, but unless the memory is retrieved, the past is meaningless."

Abel panted slightly and shook his head, looking up and down at this Omega boy who had the same face as Celia, seemed a bit unacceptable. After a long while, he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind, and said in a deep voice: "Whether you are a real marshal or not, you must become a marshal—the alliance needs you, even as a spiritual representative with no practical effect, what we need most now That's it."

"What if I say no?"

"… What's the meaning?"

Gavin folded his arms and turned to lean against the floor-to-ceiling glass filled with afterglow. This posture made one side of his cheek completely hidden in the shadow. Abel only saw a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth: "—What is the alliance?"

"Alliance is..."

"The alliance is the regime, and the hawks, doves, and neutrals are the political parties that make up this regime. The full name of the alliance is the Milky Way and some extragalactic galaxy alliance republics. It consists of 5,720 ruling provinces and 17,646 alliance planets. During the heyday of the alliance regime, its population The total was 24,680 billion — now tell me, do these guys represent the Union?"

Abel was a little timid: "Can-can..."

"Then you said the Alliance needs me," Gavin asked with a slight hook on his lips, "Do they need me?"

Abel was stunned for a moment.

"These people can live no matter whether they are in the alliance or the empire. Judging from the current situation, living in the empire may be happier. As for the alliance you are talking about, it is actually the alliance parliament, or a broader alliance regime. It’s just something that can be replaced at any time, what really matters is what it represents, something more ethereal and elusive.”

Gavin paused, and said, "—it's the spirit of the alliance."

Kaleyan seemed to understand something, but Abel stood there blankly.

"The Alliance Parliament ensures the freedom of the people now, but the spirit of the Alliance ensures the freedom of the people forever. The latter does not need anyone to be its 'spiritual representative', but the former needs a cover to cover up their non-alliance nature, so you are resurrected I."

Gavin's smile deepened, and Abel was a little at a loss under his eyes, and he stammered for a while and asked, "Then you mean you don't want to..."

"He didn't mean that," Kaleyan said in a deep voice.

Abel looked at Gavin with help-like eyes.

"After I woke up from Red Saturn..." Gavin suddenly said casually, "...due to some mistakes, I went to the Egret Star Royal Military Academy and recovered some memories there."

After Abel got the news from the parliament, he found it incredible. At that time, he thought it was a trick played by the Consettrin family, but now he knew that it was true, and he couldn't help being surprised.

"From Egret to Shurong, from Shurong to here, every step I took was driven by various coincidences of fate, and I never consciously wanted to do anything. But, although I I have never pursued the answer of 'why it was made', but it doesn't mean I don't want to."

"I want to know what kind of person I was, what kind of dreams I had, and what beliefs I was willing to die for. I want to know what right things I have done, and whether there is any possibility of changing those mistakes, and what I can't do in time Is there any chance to make up for it. In order to pursue these answers, I am willing to cooperate with you, but not because of the needs of the so-called alliance council."

Abel was stunned for a while before he gradually understood, and couldn't help but argue: "But Marshal Celia never pursues anything for himself, everything he does is for the alliance, and the alliance is his life—"

Kaleyan wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Gavin: "No, Celia is not such a noble person."

Abel was full of grievances, but Gavin said coldly:

"He just fought and died for his personal beliefs. He was not owed by anyone, and he has nothing to admire."

In the end, Kaleyan's objection had no effect. After arriving at the main city of Venus, Abel's people picked up Gavin and arranged for the injection of the genetic evolution fluid.

The first injection is just a matter of minutes, but the subsequent continuous injections and genetic corrections are a long and arduous process. It drastically shortened the process of Gavin's appearance change on the egret star. Within 72 hours, his bones grew, his cell division accelerated, and his sexual characteristics were forcibly matured to the level of a twenty-four to twenty-six-year-old adult in the ancient earth era. .

During this period, the physiological condition of males was the most mature and prosperous, and Celia's public image had been maintained at this stage for more than two hundred years after becoming Marshal.

In order to achieve the best public opinion effect, both the parliament and the military agree that the current "marshal" must also appear at this age. Fortunately, Gavin's body is now close to adulthood, and there are not too many genetic modifications in all aspects, and the burning growing pains only lasted for three days.

During this period, he was kept in a closed laboratory. In order to prevent genetic contamination, even Kaleyan was not allowed to visit him. In fact, this is a good thing for Gavin, because according to Griffin's description afterwards, the unfinished genetic modification made Gavin look rather weird: "For the past two days, your left hand has been five centimeters longer than your right hand, and your eyes are one big and one small. Ha ha ha ha!!"

By the morning of the fourth day, when Gavin awoke from his bed drenched in cold sweat, the heat and aches that had accompanied him for seventy-two hours were gone. When he moved his fingers, he still felt a little weak, but that was a normal phenomenon of slow recovery after collapse.

"—It's done." The Griffin affirmed, floating in mid-air like a round ball of light: "Come down and have a look."

Gavin stepped on the ground tentatively, took a step forward after a while, and then walked to the glass mirror.

Reflected in the mirror was a young man with an expressionless face. He had dark hair and fair complexion. He was thin but very tall. His standing posture from shoulders to waist and legs showed a kind of habitual prudence.

His eyebrows and eyes are very deep, his nose bridge is straight, his lips are thin and tight, and the line from his chin to his neck is slender and neat. This kind of face has a kind of beautiful coldness, even a little unreasonable, it looks like the kind of strong-willed person who is not easy to persuade.

— This is Celia.

This is Gavin Celia, the commander of the alliance who has been supported by hundreds of billions of soldiers of the alliance and has been in the military for hundreds of years.