Four hundred and twentieth chapters nine dead and no life
Qi Longxiang's calm and composed expression was fixed in the hearts of everyone in the command room as the scene disappeared.
He was also a colonel, but the other officers in this large command room did not have the slightest objection to Qi Longxiang's behavior.
There is only one kind of person you admire among real soldiers, and that is a warrior who has survived hundreds of battles.
This kind of warrior can shock the world with his strength, and there is also a kind of strategy that overlooks all living beings.
Military God Qi Longxiang, this is... a name quietly spread from the capital star circle.
A once-in-a-hundred-year military genius in the Federation, a master of telekinesis. He commands the staff's special service fleet and is an invincible force forged through many major battles.
"It's true that seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Maybe I'm getting old." Colonel He sighed silently. The other party's wisdom and bearing were beyond his reach.
"I hope people live up to their names."
Major General Wang did not follow Colonel Gang's lead and just said silently.
The situation is so bad that they will not let go of any hope that may arise!
"General, the Black Knight has moved!"
Suddenly the voice of the correspondent came, and all the officers suddenly changed their minds and looked to the rear.
In the real-time light curtain behind, the huge black terror mecha raised the lance in its hand high, and then slowly lowered it, with the tip of the lance pointed directly at the one below - Shura.
At the same time, the voice that shook the sky continued to come:
"I will repay all the humiliation you brought to me in the past, and I hope you, the God of Death, will not hesitate to fight."
The blazing fighting spirit in Reengano's eyes almost burned.
Seventeen years, exactly seventeen years!
His most disastrous defeat ever.
The Black Knight's Broken Gun.
Recalling that pinnacle battle on White Feather Star, that terrifying posture filled with traces of gods and ghosts, the black fang gun in his hand that had gathered the technological power of the empire for half a century was cut off by the opponent with one blow.
The opponent's attitude of being brave and fearless despite being severely injured not only remained in the hearts of the emperor who was present at the time, but was also deeply engraved in Rengarno's heart.
Because he knew that the pilot in the opponent's mecha must be the same type of person as him...
Over the years, even after taking over the Empire's Hawkeye, Rengano has been constantly searching for traces of that terrifying mecha.
That time coincided with the turmoil of the imperial family, the sudden appearance and sudden departure. He, Leengano, wanted to understand the secrets hidden behind them.
At the same time, the humiliation of breaking the gun will definitely be repaid one day in the future.
Now, Rengano has returned with a new weapon, the sacred artifact from the outer ruins - the Spear of Longinus!
This time, he will have a showdown with his old enemy.
As for the other battleships.
"A group of... ants."
His cold words carried a kind of indifference that could be engraved into his bones.
His eyes were fixed on the small black figure, but there was no contempt in his heart.
Any opponent who despised the machine because of its size would probably have been destroyed by that bloody sword.
It seemed that there was a biting wind blowing from high in the sky, and the fluttering red cloak rose and fell...
Um?
Reengano's brows furrowed tightly.
"Broken arm!"
Who is so powerful that you broke your arm?
There are still those mottled shell traces, just like before.
What have you experienced in these years, Asura!
However, the Shura Mecha at this moment was not the one that Rengarno had in his mind. It was a heroic, passionate, and murderous Shura Mecha that was almost perfectly integrated into one.
At this moment, Shura's consciousness has entered an unstable and chaotic state.
In other words, Shura turned out to be even more unstable than Mu Fan this time.
Mu Fan in the cockpit had a look of confusion on his face, and even his blank and empty blood-colored eyes became cloudy.
Suddenly, huge waves of energy poured in from the metal tube behind his head.
The black metal hose was visible to the naked eye as it bulged and then flattened, and the energy finally poured into Mu Fan's brain.
"ah!"
A shrill roar sounded.
Mu Fan, who was already on the edge of sanity and confusion, the crazy killing heart that was originally affected by the blood-colored energy quietly faded a little, but more messy images flooded into his brain.
"Gadot...the Black Knight...the mortal enemy, the mortal enemy."
It seems that the brain is forcibly accepting certain memory fragments, but the huge and chaotic thinking body is pouring in too fast, so fast that it has exceeded the limit of the brain.
The pain caused him to sweat all over his body, and Mu Fan's body began to shake uncontrollably.
In such a strange environment, in this extremely coincidental moment, Mu Fan seemed to have finally touched upon the secret of his life experience...
However, the harsh environment at this moment made it impossible for him to get a clear understanding at all.
At the same time, the vibrating invitation to fight in the sky was also transmitted to the brain.
Miraculously, when Leengano's voice came clearly into his mind, the violent fluctuations in Mu Fan's mind finally calmed down.
However, those images that once flooded in violently have completely disappeared. His arms shook unconsciously, and his fists were clenched and unclenched.
Mu Fan's true consciousness began to slowly wake up.
That long and confusing dream finally dissipated.
Shura took the initiative to synchronize his consciousness with Mu Fan's!
But at this time, Mu Fan, although he heard the question, did not know the identity of the mecha opposite him, so he had no way of answering.
The sweat on his body dripped down at his feet, and Mu Fan's violent voice calmed down. After closing his eyes and trying to sort out his thoughts, he finally spoke weakly and calmly:
"Shura...who is he?"
Intermittent thinking signals are transmitted along the consciousness docking device.
"The Gardo Empire... is a mortal enemy. This battle... has a narrow escape."
The will to die and the will to fight in his consciousness were so strong that Mu Fan's eyes suddenly widened.
In his mind, Shura, the invincible and powerful mecha, unexpectedly encountered its mortal enemy at this moment.
And it’s a super powerful force from far away in the starry sky - the Gardut Empire!
"I need detailed information, Shura!"
Mu Fan suppressed his voice from trembling and tried his best to speak this sentence smoothly.
"The consciousness database suffered heavy damage, 87% of the data was lost, blood inheritance...danger...rescue."
The next few words are like the ramblings of a soldier who has suffered a serious head injury.
At this moment, Shura seems not to remember its past, and only retains the core information about the inheritance of Mu Fan's bloodline.
"The host escapes, Shura... cuts off the queen."
This time Xiuxian's language was austere, but his meaning was clearly expressed.
Mu Fan tried hard to suppress the aftermath of the chaos in his mind and tried to connect everything together.
Shura is the mecha in his destiny, the metal sign on his chest that can call him, and the wooden sign with the word "Mu" engraved on it, all of which are faintly connected into a line.
Today these clues point directly to the Gardor Empire.
Seventeen years no see?
I happen to be seventeen years old this year...
Mu Fan didn't know why, but tears flowed out of his eyes inexplicably.
His life experience, which he had been searching for for many years, finally found a clue.
He was not abandoned by his parents back then, he was not abandoned, there must be something hidden in this!
Then where are his parents!!
Mu Fan raised his head suddenly and looked at the majestic and terrifying giant figure in the sky.
The fist clenched loudly at this moment.
Seventeen years ago you met Shura, and you severely wounded Shura.
Mortal enemy, narrow escape from death?
I don't know why, but the boy's teeth bit his lip at this moment.
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
A ferocious and tragic look emerged from the deepest part of his pupils.
"Even if I narrowly escape death...I won't leave."
At the age of seventeen, the boy finally understood something completely.