Chapter 114: 7.22

The hideous-looking Zerg swept over the sky, and the end was almost invisible. The same large number of human legions controlled all kinds of mechas and battled with the Zerg. The friction between the blades and the loud noises of the shells came one after another.
This is a war.
The war between humans and the Zerg as predators.
In the chaotic battlefield where the flames are flying, a fine flaming red mecha that is burning like flames shuttles in the circle of battle, especially conspicuous.
In the gray-brown insect swarm composed of densely packed zergs, the fiery red mecha arbitrarily shuttled through it, and the light blade on its hand swung it, and it cut a huge, seemingly powerful zerg to the ground. . Rushing into the swarm is like entering the land of no one. A flash of zerg left behind a corpse of the zerg, and no zerg can touch its gleaming shell. It is as agile as a fox.
Under the leadership of the flaming mech, this war did not last long. As the corpses of the zerg on the ground piled up into mountains, even the ferocious zerg felt terrified, and the remaining zerg opened their wings and evacuated the planet.
After the Zerg race was repelled, the human legion was full of joy.
With the accumulation of rich combat experience, he began to tidy up the battlefield in an orderly manner and count the casualties.
The legions are stationed here on the high cliffs.
On the edge of the cliff, a young man in high-grade military uniform stood here. He was tall and straight, looking down on the fierce battlefield below.
"Admiral!" The officer looked at the powerful and glamorous beta respectfully and fanatically, "The casualties have been counted and the battlefield is being cleaned up."
Ans El Lindbergh, the legendary general known as the flower of the empire-as a beta body, his achievements are almost comparable to those of the imperial evildoer. He is the fastest-promoted general in the interstellar world, and Garfiel, who is known as the imperial evildoer, can't compare with it.
At the same time, he also has another amazing identity-the master of mecha maker. He created a 2s-level mecha "Firefox" at a young age of less than twenty, and it only took a few years from the beginning to the production of a 2s-level mecha.
He is a universally recognized genius evildoer, and his talent is beyond doubt.
He added a lot of strokes to the surname that was already dazzling and brilliant enough. How many families are secretly speechless, can't help but envy the Lindbergh family. What kind of luck is it, generation after generation, such a rare genius appeared.
Under the cover of his incomparable light, countless alphas were eclipsed, and he almost obscured the light of an era by himself.
"Well, I see." The youth beta, who was more beautiful than the dark night rose, condensed, did not look back, just gently nodded in response.
After that, he ignored the officer behind him, and cast his gaze on the battlefield below.
Devastated.
Ansair looked at the blood and wreckage left over from the previous battle below, his eyes were indifferent and unrelenting, even to the point of being merciless.
It has been three years since he joined the army.
In the past three years, he has been accustomed to this kind of scene, and there will be no waves in his heart.
War is always cruel, with a taste, plundering the vitality of the lives involved. Whether it’s human or Zerg’s
Three years ago, he made the mech he designed to the 2s level, and then graduated as an outstanding student of San Mia College. Then, ignoring the family's dissuasion, he joined the army-this is the path he must follow, and he has no choice.
His joining the army seemed to sound the horn of war, igniting the war between the Zerg and humans. As if there was a pair of big hands driving everything to happen in secret, the Zerg began to madly plunder the vitality of each planet. Wars began to happen frequently, from once a month at the very beginning to more than one battle almost every day at the end.
This resulted in his rapidly rising military rank and a huge prestige that ordinary people in the army could hardly match. Garfiel, who was originally like a mountain and weighed heavily on the youth of the empire, was easily surpassed by him.
After all, it is always easier to get promoted during war than in peace, because there are more opportunities to earn military merit than usual.
In three years, something subtle seems to have quietly changed. He completely transformed him and made him feel like he almost became another person.
It's like an imperceptible feeling of something soft in the soul being pulled away, and something cold being refilled in.
There is no discomfort or confusion, as if he should have been.
The expressionless Ansair finally took a look at the tragic battlefield under the hanging wall and returned to the barracks.
There is no point in staying any longer.
He returned to the military headquarters on a warship, but on the way to his lounge, he met a person he didn't want to meet.
No, it should be said that he was deliberately guarding, waiting for him to pass by. Glancing at the man crouching on his path, Ansair judged.
A man with black hair and dark eyes, with an evil face leaning against the wall, has a lazy and casual posture. A soft smile appeared at the corner of his mouth when he saw him coming. Only another who is equally famous can show such a mood to the famous male of the empire.
"Ans"
"Admiral Garfiel, there are other things I need to deal with in the military department, please allow me to take a step first." Ansair didn't buy it too much, his attitude was cold and serious, and even a little deliberate estrangement. . He is completely business-like, not half the sweetness of lovers.
After he finished speaking, he walked away quickly, leaving no chance for Garfiel to speak.
Garfiel looked at his back, his brows almost frowned into Sichuan. He looked at the lover he hadn't seen for a long time, his expression was dark and inexplicable. The obsidian-like eyes were also suddenly stained with extremely deep ink.
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night
A small spacecraft quietly left the military headquarters under the cover of night and flew away from the star of St. Mia. And towards a certain direction, as if flying aimlessly.
Ansair, who was driving the spaceship, didn't seem to notice that a similarly small spaceship quietly followed, following him.
The spacecraft flew fast in the universe, and soon reached its destination-a small remote planet.
On some deserted little planets, the spacecraft landed.
An icy-looking Ansair walked out of it in a military uniform. It seemed that after distinguishing the direction, he stepped on his long legs, and the tall and slender figure sank into the densely growing jungle.
A few minutes later, a spaceship descended on this small planet. The black-haired man glanced at the light brain on his wrist, confirmed the direction of his lover's departure, and quietly followed him.
He wanted to know what it was that made such a huge change in his lover.
Ansel walked to the end of the jungle and, as expected, saw a hidden cave. Without hesitation, he walked in.
The cold cave was extremely dark, and as he deepened, it became narrower. Until it is narrow enough to allow only one adult to bend over and pass. Unlike a dark cave, the end of the cave is full of light, like a gate to another world.
Ansair passed through the entrance of the cave shortly, but behind the narrow entrance, there was another world.
Looking around, the vision is full of hideous-looking Zergs, which makes the scalp numb with just one glance. Ansair turned a blind eye to this.
He treats the Zergs as air, which the Zergs would not do.
As if smelling the breath of fresh life, the Zergs waved their sharp blades in excitement and crawled towards Ansair.
There was no other action, Ansair just glanced indifferently, all the Zergs were lying on the ground, shaking in fear, not daring to get closer.
Those crystal clear and beautiful purple eyes had been rendered scarlet at some point, turning into sharp blood-red vertical pupils, revealing a cold killing intent and an unparalleled sense of oppression.
It seems that he has sensed the abnormal movement of the Zerg, and the noble commander controlling these low-level Zerg has appeared.
The young man with silver hair and red eyes walked out from the depths covered by the insect swarm. Seeing Ansair with blood-red pupils, his face showed joy and gentleness.
He quickly greeted him, with enthusiasm and admiration, kneeling in front of Ansair respectfully.
"Her Majesty"
He yelled respectfully, softly, his tone approaching sighing.
"you are back."
Not half surprised at this, Ansair just nodded coldly.
Just about to say something, Ansair suddenly turned his head. Looking at the entrance of the hole when he came, the tone was cold as if there was no emotion.
"Who?"
The complex-looking man showed up, it was the admiral of the empire-Garfiel Bertram.
"Ans, you"
With a complex expression on his face, the man walked away with his long legs and wanted to walk to Ansair's side.
Seeing his movements, Albert, who was full of vigilance and hostility, stood up and guarded the weak queen in his heart, like a loyal knight.
"Your Majesty!" As if worried about something, Albert reminded him and shouted.
Seeing him coming, Ansair did not look surprised, after all, this was what he did deliberately. How could he not notice that someone was following him, but a certain emotion in his heart allowed him to let that person follow him.
Taking the initiative to walk out from behind Albert, even to stop the zerg who was about to move, Ansair completely exposed himself in front of Garfiel, without a trace of defense.
"As you can see." He smiled, cold and sarcasm.
The gentle and polite smile three years ago had disappeared from his lips for a long time, replaced by a cold and solemn expressionless face. Even if there is a smile on his face, there is only this kind of sneer with a deep sarcasm.
"I'm the queen of the Zerg, so are you going to kill me? Admiral." The extremely calm tone was just a hint of sarcasm.
The sharp vertical pupils are so cold that people almost dare not look at them, because under the calm emotions in those eyes, there is a cruel scarlet hidden, which is trembling.
The handsome but icy-looking young man looked at the man he should have called his lover. The scarlet vertical pupils carried a deep malice and perhaps some subtle inexplicable emotions. It seems that many years ago, he was waiting for this day.
Come on, choose.
Killed him, the Zerg queen, for humanity, family, righteousness, or something else, or