Chapter 1557: V. Conversation of the prayer (3)

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining on me, and the smell of breakfast in the "barrel car" with the open carport was blown away. The smell of fried eggs, sausages, butter, and toast disappeared instantly. The picnic comfort made people almost want to lean on the back of the car to fall asleep.
I really would do it, and dare to do it, none of them.
Marseille, immersed in the atmosphere of gloom, panic and anxiety, is even more unhappy.
Marseille, who was sitting in the back seat of the bucket car, wore a straight youth uniform. The sculpture-like sitting posture made the brown uniform that was carefully ironed more crisp. The face that had not completely got rid of the childish face was full of seriousness, but it was wandering and loose. 'S eyes are revealing some subtle information.
If you let a straight-hearted person engage in something that violates your heart, this kind of reaction will probably happen.
-The emperor is good at giving conditions that others cannot refuse.
At that time, Roland's spicy evaluation was becoming a reality at the moment. In the face of the selection game that could not be avoided or refused, Marseille even had the idea of ​​suicide.
The emperor’s promise is actually a variant of the tram problem. One part of Libra is the future, the safety of the family and itself; the other end is the beloved and betrayed empire, which has become a terrorist who has been chased and killed, and the family will be implicated; No matter what choice Marseille makes, he must abandon one side and inevitably become a scum for betting on others.
Of course, he can also choose to escape, but this is equivalent to giving up himself and both ends of Libra. For the emperor's plan, anyone can sit in that position, Marseille is not irreplaceable. With or without him, the final result will not change much. He was like sitting on a high-speed sports car with only the throttle and no brakes, and the doors were welded to death. He went down the steep and narrow mountain road and watched the speedometer flick to the right. The hairpin with no guardrail in front was bending. Close to yourself...
Nothing is more tragic than watching yourself rushing to without help.
Just when Marseille was full of self-satisfaction, the barrel truck suddenly stopped, and the unprepared Marseille almost hit the front seat.
Red and white striped guard posts and railings are painted on the railings. A warning sign that says "HALT!" is hung on the railings, and there are machine gun bunkers formed by sandbags on both sides of the booth. When the guard with the submachine gun hurried towards the barrel truck, the machine gunner was staring coldly at the visitors. There was no awe or closeness in the cold eyes. It seems that it is not the guards directly under the emperor, nor the brothers of the same camp, but a group of strangers and a group of potential infiltrators.
If there are any strange behaviors by the party, Marseille has no doubt that these guards will "warmly welcome" them with a splash of rain.
-It's just like a machine.
Just one day getting along is not enough for Marseille to grasp the full picture of the Guards, but it is enough for him to feel the difference between the Guards and these security guards-the difference between cold and indifferent.
The Guards are like a group of military dogs, they only have the emperor's instructions, goals and tasks in their eyes. The group of security guards in front of you is more like some kind of automatic defense device. What you see in the eyes is only those you can kill and those you can't kill. If it is no better than the combat capability of a single soldier, and only no humanity over there, this gang of defense forces is better.
Having said that, what exactly is this place? Why did you arrange such a group of crazy dogs to guard? What's invisible here?
The most important thing is that since the beginning, the "sound" has become louder and louder.
It was like dreaming, moaning, and howling-a large number of people made such sounds together, and then sang directly under the skull.
He had heard or heard a similar voice in battle in the sewers.
Afterwards, he tried to explore the truth of the sound from the mouth of "Nightingale", but he just started to speak. "Nightingale" suddenly became very ugly. Marseilles can't forget the expression of anger, hatred and sorrow. Facing the young girl whose wounds seemed to be unhealed again, Marseille did not continue to ask questions, and the questions were left behind and settled in the memory.
With the recovery of memory, Marseille looked around subconsciously, trying to find answers that were not available at the time. As a result, this action immediately attracted the cold sight of the guards next to him. Under the fierce eyes of the opponent, Marseille immediately lowered his head and stared at his toes.
This place is more dangerous than expected.
When the alarm in Marseille's heart sizzled again, the heavy iron door slowly slid to the left and right sides. The pattern on the iron door-a spiral scepter entangled by two snakes, the top of the scepter was rolled by a snake head In the formed ring, there is the iron cross of the empire-gazing at everyone who walked through the iron gate.
The barrel truck quickly passed through the iron gate, and the door of the Dili Institute of Biology was closed again. The figure of Marseille, the mourning of the undead, and the taboo research of profane life were all isolated behind the iron gate.
After several consecutive rounds, the bucket truck finally stopped in a warehouse that resembled a barn.
"Warm welcome!"
The car had just stopped and Marseille had just opened the door. An overly enthusiastic voice almost blew him back into the car. Taking a deep breath, Marseille took another step towards the passionate sound source.
"All the guards and volunteers, welcome to the Luders branch of the Di Li Institute of Biology! Under the guidance of His Majesty the Emperor, we will certainly be able to achieve technological breakthroughs and bring new things to the empire..."
Although I have long heard of the nervousness, paranoia, and eccentricity of the Imperial technicians, I also made a considerable degree of psychological preparation before coming, but I actually saw a pious and enthusiastic white coat wearing a monocle facing you. As he walked, he kept talking about the priest's words (replace the "Emperor" with the "Mother" in the content, and the two sides completely matched). People with strong psychological qualities will be scared, not to mention the small role of Marseille.
Finally, there was someone on the scene who could stop this person from continuing his speech.
"professor."
The officer of the Guards who carried the colonel’s badge on the shoulders of the military officer adjusted the military cap and said with disgust:
"Please talk about the key points."
"excuse me."
The white coat seemed to be an old acquaintance with the Colonel of the Guards. The indifferent attitude of the other party did not embarrass him. I saw that he made a "please" gesture and led the party to "something" illuminated by a dozen spotlights. before.
The object was covered with a thick white cloth, and only its outline could be seen from the outside.
The total length is about five to six meters, and the height is less than about three meters. The overall outline is streamlined. From the lines outlined by the curtain, almost no right angles can be seen. It seems that curved surfaces are used to reduce resistance.
"Please allow me to solemnly introduce, the highest crystallization of the next generation of cutting-edge military technology-project code 162, Volksjaeger "Salamanda ()"."
The curtain slipped, and the shiny silver-white reflection shook Marseille's eyes. After gradually adapting, he couldn't help but exclaim.
What a beautiful artwork.
It is as lean and powerful as a fierce carnivorous beast. The form of standing on four feet is like a very large cat. The outer surface of the body is covered with a layer of feather-like thin plates. The symmetrical and complicated texture is like arranging the blades side by side. It is like carving a whole thin iron plate into the shape of a feather. The tightly arranged feathers quivered slightly, and the surface lines crossed the subtle streamer from time to time. At the position equivalent to the animal's shoulder blades, a pair of long ribbons erected toward the sky, which actually resembled the tail of a lyre bird or peacock.
It is completely impossible to imagine that this is something that exists in the world, and it is even more impossible to believe that this is from the hands of imperial technicians who have always been evaluated as lacking in aesthetic taste.
"Is she beautiful?"
"'she was'?"
The sudden side attack made Marseille unresponsive. He swore that he had just heard the professor refer to the machine in the female title.
"Yes, it's "she", a female third person. For those of us technicians, "Salamanda" is the daughter. Ah, please be assured that it is us who is responsible for giving birth to him, but it is the emperor who planted the seeds. If not Bound by the boring naming mechanism, I really want to invite the emperor to name it."
The right hand gently brushed the surface of the body, eyes full of love and pampering.
If you ignore the content of the speech, this is really touching.
But this speech... how it feels like saying that the emperor is a father, and the professor himself is a mother...
"'National Fighter', at first glance, it seems to be a strange weapon that was created when the brain was forced into desperation, except for murdering rookie rookie or acting as a special attack weapon~EbookFREE.me~ is purely used to Wasted resources and designers proved to the Gendarmerie that "I have a heart and soul" and evaded the paper-based black technology that was sent to the frontline as a cannon fodder. This kid is definitely not that kind of thing, absolutely not."
Is this machine a garbage, I don’t know. However, Professor, what you said is so detailed. Have you ever done something similar, or want to do so to escape military service?
Marseille suddenly realized and admired his face, but kept vomiting in his stomach. Professors who are destined to not hear those disrespectful speeches are still immersed in their own world and express their opinions.
"... Those special attack weapons that are simply pursuing battle results are nothing but the dying struggles of the inferior skilled! There is neither functional beauty nor appearance beauty! It is just a pile of shit! But even shit, there is merit in this. This contradiction, this accident, is precisely the charm of technology! Yes,'anyone can get started quickly, even ordinary citizens, even a little training can be put into the battlefield'-this is what the overall battle needs! One of the specific responses to this idea is'Salamanda'!"
His hands were wide open, and the way he screamed in the sky seemed to be a realistic version of the mad scientists in the modern novels. He hadn’t waited for Marseille to come back. The professor held his hand, and sincere and earnest eyes let Marseille There was a chill.
"As I said."
A cold touch came from the tightly held hand, and the enthusiastic and nervous face burst into a warm smile.
If the viper can smile, this is probably the honor.
"Even if you have never been on the battlefield, have not seen blood, and have not received training, you can easily kill a dozen magicians once you sit on "Salamanda"."
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