mech warriors have no love

Chapter 25

In an instant, César thought of no less than ten plans to escape from Star Ruth—including knocking out Rego and hijacking the mecha and running away.

All kinds of thoughts swirled in his mind, but his body stopped in place disobediently.César's hand on his side clenched into a fist, tightening and loosening, loosening and tightening—but he didn't move until the end of the sneak attack.

Forget it.

César thought to himself, at worst, he would run away after a fight, and no one could stop him except Lancelot.

Maoqiu was about to burst into tears: "Sure enough, the base defense system and combat power problems were intentional by that bastard. It's fine to catch orcs and traitors, but he also caught you."

Cesare stroked its furry head to reassure him.

"This is over, he knows your spiritual power, he can guess your identity, guess your identity, he will use that flower to force you to submit, my César, woo, my poor little girl, It's a month away from becoming an adult, so I was..."

César patted it flat with a puff, and put it in his arms.

The battle was fought really hard at the beginning, which gave the orcs the idea that the alliance army was nothing more than that.

However, the moment Lancelot appeared, the situation of the battle was reversed in an instant, and it was almost a crushing one-sided massacre.

What's more, it was Lancelot who fished on purpose. Now that the backbone of the army has returned, all the efforts of the orcs have been in vain.

The war ended when the rising sun on Ruth leaped over the horizon in the east.

The alliance's mecha returned to the base from space, and when it landed in mid-air, Lancelot's mecha suddenly flew to Rego's side, stretched out a huge mechanical hand, and made it clear what he wanted, or wanted someone.

Everyone heard Lancelot's words on the public channel just now. Rego coughed, opened the door of the mecha, and choked out a sentence: "Marshal is very kind...don't be afraid of him, just pretend you didn't hear me when you scolded me .”

César nodded heavily, walked to the exit, looked at the mechanical hand stretched out in front of him, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then carefully reached out and gave him a high-five.

Lancelot: "..."

Lancelot's heart was about to melt: "Luci, he's cute again!"

Lucy said coldly, "Hold on."

César didn't know what the owner of the mech in front of him was thinking, and obediently walked into that big hand.The wind in mid-air was too strong, the mechanical hand closed its fingers carefully and gently, protecting him airtight inside.

It is clear that this is very dangerous - it is equivalent to handing over all the safety of his own life to Lancelot. As long as Lancelot lets Lucy pinch, Micah may not have time to make a move.

But César was surprisingly relieved.

Lancelot was sitting in front of the console, and the light screen in front of him showed Cesare standing quietly in Micah's palm.He stared at him without blinking, and explained what he was going to do next on the public channel with a smile in his voice, but there was no smile in his smoky pupils.

After the explanation was over, he turned off the public channel, leaned back, and said in a low voice, "Lu Xi, the mental power fluctuation when we came here just now... came from the vicinity of Rego's mecha."

"Lord Lancelot, I'm sure it's not Major Rego." Lucy's voice was still calm, "Major Rego's mental threshold is naturally low, and the mental threshold cannot be artificially exceeded. Preliminary calculations, the fluctuating force just now The mental threshold should be on par with yours."

Lancelot narrowed his eyes: "Go back and check all the people around Rego... César will be in charge."

The mecha team landed on the ground in an orderly manner, but Lancelot didn't go back. He brought César to the roof of the cafeteria, put him down gently, and then jumped off the mecha, allowing Lucy to retract on his shoulders.

Not seeing each other for more than a month, the two communicated intermittently relying on Lancelot's thick skin. There was no strangeness when they met César again. star?"

After Lancelot paused, his momentum weakened.César took advantage of the victory and pursued: "How many people know about this decision? Molly is also kept in the dark?"

Lancelot looked short again.

"Fortunately, you still have a conscience." César said lightly, "You acted in time just now, otherwise something happened to Molly. It depends on how you explain to Colonel David."

Lancelot paused, sat on the chair on the roof, and hooked César: "I was wrong... I will tell you if I have any plans next time. Come and show me."

César was victorious, relaxed his vigilance, walked up to Lancelot unsuspectingly, caught him off guard, and pressed his backhand on his leg.

He opened his mouth in shock and struggled subconsciously, but his waist was tightly locked. Lancelot's brute force was simply stronger than his.

His hands and feet were not restrained, but Césarle couldn't bear it, and repeatedly weighed whether he should suffer a bit, or hurt Lancelot and run away.

After hesitating for a while, he was completely restrained. Lancelot snorted and said, "I haven't settled the score with you yet, you asked me first!"

After speaking, César was spanked on the buttocks.

Cesare's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Who taught you to jump over the railing and run out to play in the middle of the night?" Lancelot became more and more angry, and slapped him again, "How did you make Rheo agree to take you to the sky with such sweet words? I was scared to death in the middle! Little bastard! Can you save me worry all day long!"

Cesare had never been treated like this since he was a child, not even Lambert had spanked him, let alone a real spanking.He was dazed for a while, his eyes turned slightly red with grievance, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Who made you worry - let me go."

"I let it, I'm happy. You don't like it? Force yourself to bear it." Lancelot, a bastard and rascal, felt that this little butt felt good, so he slapped him lightly, "How do people who know the council describe me?" Is it? It's hard for them to create a glorious image for me when they are brazen and mean and rascal."

"You don't know how dangerous the battlefield is? You have to go up and join in the fun!" Lancelot kept talking, and felt distressed after the fight. He picked up the man, put his arms around the thin waist, and let him sit on his lap. Only then did he realize that his eye circles were red, and he was taken aback, "It hurts? Or was he injured just now?"

Cesare didn't want to talk to him, so he pushed hard, but he couldn't push away Lancelot's impregnable embrace.

Lancelot stared at his reddish eyes for a while, then reached out and stroked the back of his head: "It's fine if it hurts."

Cesar looked at him coldly.

"It's useless to stare at me, pain can make you remember, remember where to go, where not to go, what you can do and what you shouldn't do." Lancelot didn't feel how stupid he was at all, "If Lei Ge's mech is hit and crashes, then Lei Ge should serve the alliance. What about you? You are the one who sent the head."

César silently broke his hand.

Why is it like a bullied animal?

Lancelot endured it, and couldn't help laughing.

This smile caused trouble.

César was completely hairy, his face turned cold, and he was about to take off the shoulders of the Alliance Marshal to show him some color.

Lancelot suddenly stretched out his hand to hug him, holding him tightly in the posture of Cesar sitting on his lap, smelling the faint fragrance from Cesare's hair and skin after taking a bath last night. , he smiled, and rubbed his stubbled chin on the top of César's hair after not shaving for a few days: "Come here without sleep for days...I'm exhausted. If you don't know how to feel sorry for me, forget it, Still trying to plot against me."

It was rare for César to have such close contact with people, and his hair would stand on end after being rubbed by him. Hearing this, the movements of his hands couldn't help but froze. He raised his head and looked at Lancelot's respect seriously. Rong——Obviously this time the Alliance Marshal didn't talk nonsense anymore, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he didn't have time to shave his beard, so he didn't look embarrassed... On the contrary, he had a different kind of laid-back and decadent handsomeness.

The two hands that were about to take off his joints loosened unconsciously, and put them on his shoulders instead.

Lancelot didn't expect César to be so obedient, so he leaned closer, insisting on pressing his forehead against his forehead, and whispered: "It hurts just now? Huh? Eyes are red, why are you so delicate. Let me It doesn't hurt anymore when you rub it."

Before César had time to give Lancelot a roundabout kick, a cough came from behind: "...Marshal, I have something to report to you."

Cesar froze.

Lancelot smiled even more proudly. He held him in his arms, took on the posture of an alliance marshal, and nodded at David: "What's the matter?"

"The mechs around Rego that you asked me to check have all been in the army for more than five years, and all the information has been verified." David pretended not to see César, "I have also done a mental test, and there is nothing wrong with it." Break through the threshold."

César's eyelids twitched, he pushed Lancelot away, stood up and turned to leave.

Lancelot reached out and grabbed his wrist, but didn't look at him: "Well, order the glasses to restore the base defense system, count the number of casualties and prisoners, and send them to my office—let Molly write a small composition for me , to report to the parliament at night, I am too lazy to make up a nice one to deal with them."

David nodded: "Then you took it to test the mental threshold just now?"

Lancelot waved his hand: "Let them go back and rest."

David took the order to leave, and only César and Lancelot were left on the rooftop.

César looked down at the hand that locked his wrist... If he wanted, he could wring it off and leave immediately.

Just can't do it.

Lancelot had had enough of teasing, sent David away, turned to look at César, and said seriously, "I didn't save Molly just now."

Cecil looked at him calmly.

"He is a person with a mental threshold as high as mine. There has not been such a person in the alliance yet. But Eugene said that the blood of the geniuses of their clan was on Russ, and the spiritual threshold is very high. Just rescued When I was talking to Molly, the mental fluctuations came from Rego." Lancelot thought about saying it in a tactful way, but unfortunately, after speaking bluntly and sarcasticly for a long time, he stopped talking halfway, staring at César didn't go on talking.

César didn't answer and asked instead: "Other people's tests are fine, so you doubt me?"

Lancelot was silent for a moment, regretful and helpless: "I want to say that I don't doubt it, but it's too hypocritical for an adult to say that."

Adults are inherently hypocritical.

César understood it and cooperated unexpectedly: "Let's test it."

Lucy had watched his master commit a crime just now, but couldn't speak. Hearing this, he immediately turned into a small ball of light and flew in front of César: "Don't be afraid, Mr. César."

Its voice was very gentle: "Stretch out your hand, close your eyes, and input your spiritual power to me."

César stretched out his hand and closed his eyes as he said, the ball of light attached to him, surrounded his palm, and started the test.

Lancelot felt that he was not as nervous as he was on the battlefield for the first time.

He stared at Lucy closely, not knowing whether he hoped that César would not be a natural useless but an orc with strong mental power, or that he would be a simple young master.

He can protect himself in the former, but many people want to harm him, and he can protect him in the latter.

Half a minute later, Lucy finished the test.

The light ball spun around a few times and spit out accurate test results:

"The highest mental threshold does not exceed 18.00%. Test level: F."