God level mage system

John gritted his teeth, and when he raised his head, he couldn't help but glance at the metal nameplate on the man's chest.

Horde Sixth Fleet belongs to: S-class pilot "War Ghost" Ackerman.

No matter how much fresh water was sprayed, there was still a pungent putrid smell in the morgue.

The corpse, cleaned of maggots and blood, lay flat on the metal bed, parked in the cold room.

Under John's nervous gaze, Ackerman slowly lifted the white veil covering the corpse.

The high degree of decay and the puncture of the stakes have left the woman's face unrecognizable.

Ackerman was slightly stunned, and a gleam of light appeared in his cold pupils.

He stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the woman's long golden hair.

Even after long-term corrosion and soaking in blood, the woman's hair is still not corrupted, with a soft and shiny luster.

This strand of hair also allowed Ackerman to confirm the identity of the woman.

It is her beloved Dora.

"Steven, Dora and I were babies born in the same cultivation room."

Ackerman whispered: "We studied and grew up together. Stephen and I also agreed that whoever has achieved the highest achievement in the field of pilots will marry Dora in the future and give her happiness."

"But…"

John frowned slightly.

"Yes, that's right. In the field of pilots, Stephen is far inferior to me in terms of talent and effort."

Recalling the past, Ackerman's eyes became hazy: "The year I graduated, I was recruited by the Horde to join the Sixth Fleet. I wanted to fight against the steel spirits on the frontal battlefield. Stephen chose to stay in the stable rear star field."

Ackerman smiled wryly: "Perhaps it was my selfishness, if Dora followed me, she would be in great danger, so in the end I gave up.

After staying in the tribe's closed training base for three years, leaving no trace of herself, she finally watched her accept Stephen's pursuit and marry him. "

He closed his eyes: "For so many years in the M34 star field, I witnessed the comrades around me die one by one, being attacked and tortured by steel spirits, those purgatory pains tortured me, but they couldn't knock me down.

In my heart, it is Dora's happiness that has always supported me, allowing me to board the mech again and again. Now that I am about to retire, I still sneaked back here by myself.

I originally wanted to enjoy the fine wine and dinner their couple prepared for me, but you... gave me this...result? "

"I'm very sorry, Officer Ackerman."

John's complexion was not good, and he said in a deep voice, "If our rescue force arrived earlier, maybe..."

Ackerman put down the white gauze, and his deep eyes showed no emotion: "John, although I am angry, I have not lost my mind because of it. You are also a junior of my same academy. I know your difficulties in my heart. I only have one little boy now. personal request."

"Please tell me, officer!" John quickly agreed.

"Give me a mech."

Ackerman's voice was calm: "You don't need to embarrass yourself, the third generation can do it. I believe that with your ability, this thing can still be done."

"Combat officer?!"

John was shocked, he deeply understood what it meant to be given such a mecha.

"As of today, 'War Ghost' Ackerman is dead."

Murderous intent bloomed in Ackerman's eyes: "I want to wipe out the rebels on Ur!"

"In this case…"

John's eyes flickered, and he said, "This subordinate also has a small request."

Ackerman calms down: "Say!"

"Colonel, you are new to Blood Prison, so you may not know our situation here."

John adjusted his mood, while observing Ackerman's face, he said: "The outer part of the Lion King star field and the part of the star field bordering the M71 star field, which is the special war zone where our blood prison is located, is actually not directly affected by the central tribe. Jurisdiction."

Ackerman nodded: "I know this. The Blood Prison is a star field under the independent jurisdiction of the Colonial Council of the Lion King Star Field. It is a semi-vassal independent area, and the point is."

"You know, that's easy."

John breathed a sigh of relief and said: "All along, our colonial council has followed the instructions of the central tribe and sent a team to suppress the mutant rebels in the Blood Prison.

But those old foxes in the Central Tribe, on the one hand, gave us orders, and on the other hand, they secretly let Arhan and ATR Company open their business licenses, and through the hands of those black traders, sold military mechas to those mutants, and beat us back! "

John's tone was cold: "The central tribe's approach is to use the leadership of the tribe to grab benefits from both ends, and use our soldier casualties and armament consumption to weaken the power of the colonial parliament.

Then sell the surplus and obsolete weapons to mutants in exchange for inexhaustible genetic material resources! "

His tone gradually became irritable: "Now they have created another hostage redemption incident! A full 300 billion ransom, once it falls into Khabib's hands, the Silver Wings will be able to produce a large number of weapons and equipment.

My comrades-in-arms will suffer heavy casualties again, and I will never allow this to happen! "

Ackerman shook his head: "Using the battles with mutants can weaken the strength of tribal branches and resolve the infighting between major forces, and the effective use of genetic material resources of mutants can avoid the genetic management law. dispute…

The central tribe's approach is certainly controversial, but it is currently the most feasible way to maintain the internal stability of the tribe and concentrate resources to fight against the steel spirit. "

Ackerman paused, and said: "Only by defeating Steel Spirit, can we humans, and even mutants, continue to survive in the universe."

"I don't care about those big and empty reasons. I only care about the soldiers under my hands. Whenever I see them being killed by those beasts and strung on wooden stakes, my heart feels like a knife! They also have parents and relatives. Damn it for this senseless war!"

John gritted his teeth: "I only want the Silver Wings to die! Anyone who dares to give them money must die!"

The heavy torture table was slapped.

The officer sitting across from Luo Lin had fierce eyes, and pointed his red fingers to his face: "I'll give you one last chance, where did your accomplice go!"

"Cough cough cough..."

One of Luo Lin's eyes was bruised and swollen from the fist, and the other eye was also bleeding continuously. He could only squint and look at the officer opposite, and kept repeating a sentence: "You guys Extorting a confession by torture violates military discipline...

You tortured to extract confessions, but it violated military discipline...You tortured to extract confessions..."

"Screw your confession! I'll let you say it again! Say it again!"

The officer was furious, stepped on Luo Lin's crotch, threw his arms and slapped him in the face.

There were dull footsteps in the aisle, the officer stopped slapping, wiped the blood from his hands with a towel, and spat at him: "You're lucky!"