mech warriors have no love

Chapter 20

Molly rubbed her eyes blankly.

The small glasses next to him took off the glasses and wiped them vigorously.

David opened his mouth wide and forgot to respond.

Even Rego was lying on his back thinking about life.

……

All the staff fell into a strange silence, shocked that the noble young master, who seemed to be incapable of anything, actually had such strange power.

Just like Lord Lancelot, drinking black tea with his legs crossed, he was so proud that he was about to float away.

Lucy couldn't help asking: "Lancelot, what are you proud of?"

Lancelot had a thick skin and replied with a smile: "My little Cesare is really wonderful."

Lucy said calmly and reservedly: "However, individual combat ability is not very useful on the battlefield, and your individual combat ability is also very strong, but if you hadn't taken the risk of trying to invade hundreds of mechas at the same time, you wouldn't have will win big.”

Lancelot said indifferently: "I never thought about sending César on the battlefield."

"Then why did you teach him how to operate the mecha?"

"Too many skills don't overwhelm you." Lancelot drank black tea leisurely, but said words that would cause panic if spread out, "Sooner or later, the alliance will be in chaos, and being hit by the orcs on Delan Star proves this point , Maybe it will fall apart directly, and when the time comes, the army will be chaotic, and I will protect him, and it will inevitably be negligent, so learn from this, and it will come in handy sooner or later."

He had a smile on his face, but his pupils were cold. When he said that the alliance might end, he said it lightly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

But Lucy knew that it was people like Lancelot who had been working hard to support the alliance's illusory prosperity.

How loyal people are yelling, they may flee and surrender before the battle, but these people who are disgusted by thousands of people, shed all their blood and vowed to defend their homeland to the death.

During the silence, Lei Ge got up from the ground and re-examined César.

Without saying a word, he opened his posture and regarded the incident of being kicked away by César just now as an unprepared miss.

César's movements were frighteningly quick, like a little leopard.Generally, people who move quickly will suffer a little bit in terms of strength, but every punch and every kick of César has terrifying power, and if he is hit, it will be too much to bear.

His movements are clean and neat, without sloppiness at all, coherent and smooth, and flowing. It is hard to imagine that this seemingly thin body actually contains such a force.

Lei Ge's figure is tall, but it doesn't mean his movements are clumsy, but even if he concentrates, he can only keep backing and blocking under César's attack. His arms are so painful from the strange force, as if they are about to shatter. crack.

He finally couldn't stand being oppressed by a "trash" and he roared angrily, trying to grab Cesar's ankle, but the movement stopped for a moment, and a sharp tearing pain came from his abdomen.

Before he realized what happened, he had already choked out a mouthful of blood, breathing tremblingly, and knelt down on one knee.

César took back his action in time: "Sorry."

Lei Ge slowed down for a long time, and finally breathed smoothly.He was so tired that he wanted to gasp for breath, but his abdomen hurt so badly, it seemed that his intestines were broken, and he could only control his breathing at a constant speed, with complicated eyes: "You..."

After drinking the last sip of black tea, Lancelot said slowly: "I forgot to tell you, César suffers from congenital mental weakness, and his mental strength is no match for you. In melee combat, I can hardly fight against him." .”

For a long time, César's tests at the base were all items related to mental power, and he maintained an impartial level of either passing or almost passing.

In an all-elite army, that's the equivalent of a [-] out of [-].

And he himself didn't show much "working hard to exercise his mental strength", which is why others are dissatisfied with him.

A young nobleman descended from the sky, who entered the marshal's guard without any effort, and refused to work hard because of low mental strength... This is simply the most hated template of the common people.

But it is different if you are born with a disease. The league has not yet found a cure.

What's more, the young master's individual combat ability is so strong that it is off the charts.

Everyone was in a daze. After admiring their expressions, Lancelot looked at the time and was about to leave: "Cesar, be gentle, don't beat people up. I'll go see my orc friend and chat with him Relieve boredom."

Cesare nodded casually.

David helped Rego to the medical cabin to lie down, and when he came back, he looked at César, his curly golden hair was drooping, and he smiled embarrassingly, while the others were whispering and didn't pay attention, he whispered: " César, for the sake of our former alumni..."

César thought he wanted to plead, but unexpectedly the colonel's voice lowered a little: "Hit me to death, just keep your breath. If you confront Molly... can you be gentle? Don't be like Lancelot. Like animals, both men and women are mules..."

Cesare gave him a surprised look.

David quickly grabbed his hand: "I have rough skin and thick flesh, but Molly is different..."

It happened that Lancelot dropped something and came back. When he walked to the door, he saw David holding on to César's hand, and said angrily, "David, do you want to play mixed doubles, or do you want to float in the sky for a few more days?"

David let go quickly, staring expectantly at César.

César originally didn't want to beat him to death, seeing him so eager, he pondered for a moment and nodded.

David hastened to make an inch: "Remember not to slap your face."

César wondered, "Is there any relationship?"

"You don't hit someone in the face. It's so ugly with a bruised nose and a swollen face." David was a little shy, "Molly is watching."

In order to maintain a graceful state in front of Molly, David almost carried a blower with him and blew it next to him.

César couldn't understand this kind of boyishness, so he nodded, thinking that beating people is also a skill.

The "sanction" on several people ended at dusk in the afternoon, and six official guards lay down neatly in the medical cabin.

In this era of mechs, many people ignore individual combat capabilities. Although the army also has this part, mental training still takes the main place.

So when it comes to César, they only have to be beaten.

Little Glasses moaned: "Ouch...it hurts me to death. César, why didn't you tell me about your illness earlier? I misunderstood you. I said bad things about you behind your back during this time, I'm sorry."

Cesare shook his head guiltily.

The other team members expressed their apologies frankly, and they were relieved when they saw that César really didn't care much.

A group of people are dishonest while lying down: "It's so boring, why is there no entertainment facility in the medical cabin? It would be great if you could play with black holes..."

"Are you still playing black holes? I usually play this in training, and I'm going to throw up. I want to watch the TV series of Marshal Amway."

"You don't know the taste of the Marshal? I don't know why, he is always full of enthusiasm for the bourgeoisie's plundering of the noble class..."

César: "..."

Listening to them whispering bad things about Lancelot secretly, or discussing the latest armaments, César silently opened the personal terminal and fumbled to connect to the medical cabin.

Not long after, with a beep, the game platform was successfully connected to the intelligent system of the medical cabin.

Everyone lying in the medical cabin heard the familiar "Welcome to the black hole game", and they all fell silent in an instant, as if they were all silenced.

César raised his head: "Molly, try to log in to the game."

When Molly heard this, she quickly tried it and successfully logged into the game. She couldn't believe it: "Little César, you... are you still a technical nerd?"

Césarle is modest: "Ellie is very good at these things, she taught me."

Little glasses tilted his head: "Who is Ellie?"

"My..." César felt that the word "stepmother" might give people a bad impression, so he changed it to "my father's new wife."

Molly always thought that César grew up soaked in a honey jar, so she couldn't help but hissed: "Where's your mother?"

César was silent for a while: "She... died of illness when I was just born."

The crowd fell silent again.

The image of the pampered and ignorant young master was completely subverted, and instead became the image of a pitiful child who lost his mother since childhood. Everyone's heart was very complicated.

César sent everyone into the medical cabin, a little guilty, and secretly connected the small glasses to the entertainment platform, and the small glasses were about to cry: "Brother, teach me when I crawl out, I want to Play like this."

Human beings have pursued longevity since ancient times. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and humans are indeed living longer and longer as they continue to evolve.

Today, the average life expectancy of the Alliance is four to five hundred years old, and the speed of physical development and mental maturity has also become slower. The parliament has pushed back the age of adulthood to 26 years old a few years ago, and César is the youngest one everywhere. This is still It was the first time someone called me brother, and I felt a little fresh, so I smiled slightly: "Okay."

Everyone's eyes brightened again: Although he was very cruel when he beat someone, and usually had a cold face... But when he laughed, he was such a small angel!

Why didn't I find out before!

The severe beating actually deepened everyone's understanding of César. When Lancelot came back, he found a happy atmosphere and suspected that his subordinates had a masochistic factor that he had never discovered.

Inexplicably looking at the group of people lying in the medical cabin and giggling, Lancelot was afraid that César would be infected, so he quickly brought him out, and after confirming that the brains of the group inside were not damaged, he brought up the matter: Zell, that orc wants to see you."

César's eyelids twitched slightly, and he nodded.

The Alliance people don't know that there will be subtle and inexplicable feelings between orcs with similar blood.

That kind of induction has no other purpose, it can tell the orcs that they are of the same kind.

César followed behind Lancelot, holding Micah, his eyes were cold.

If this short-sighted orc dares to talk too much in front of the Alliance... in front of Lancelot.

Then kill him.