It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The sky is already bright, and the sun today is not bright. The clouds in the sky are a little thicker. Occasionally, a few rays of sunlight penetrate the clouds and fall down, falling on the face of the teenager suspended in the air.

Mute looked up at the sky, the invisible air flow lifted his **** black hair, and the slender eyelashes trembled in the breeze.

He lowered his head and looked down at the green lawn below, as well as the familiar villa. He could see the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa near the garden, with light tulle dancing in them.

He looked down quietly at everything familiar under his feet, and suddenly remembered the scene in the morning.

...

At that time, the day was just dawning, he was still lying on the bed, lying sideways, eyes slightly open, and quietly looking at the man at the door.

The man stood at the door, the morning sun shining through the skylight, and falling on the marshal's young and beautiful side cheek. The snow-white skin seemed to shine through, and the finely shredded hair lined up became darker than night.

The erected neckline of the military uniform closes the man's slender neck tightly, the pattern embroidered by the golden silk on the edge of the black neckline is slightly glowing, a little black hair penetrates into the white neck, and the traces of the cold thin lips curl up Obviously a high sense of abstinence gives birth to an indescribable temptation. A pale white cloak wraps around the shoulders, gold epaulets and charms ring around the chest, and gold fringe hangs down.

The man just stood there, and had a beautiful beauty beyond words.

He watched Marshal Troll button the last dark gold button on the cuff, dress neatly, turn around, and walk to the bed.

He quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep at the moment he turned around. The man came, leaned down, pressed his hand against the bed, the light cloak dangled, and landed softly on his hanging wrist which stretched out along the bed. When it was unfolded, it obstructed the sunlight from the window obliquely, and pulled out a long shadow to cover him sleeping sideways.

His face was shrouded in shadow, and the light changes made him feel a little uncomfortable. He felt that he was probably seen through and pretending to sleep, so he opened his eyes slightly. From the half-open eyes, he saw the marshal leaning in front of him, and quickly opened a bright smile on it. He squinted because he was pretending to be asleep. It looked like he was just awake. He wondered if he was smiling so stupid.

The marshal rubbed his black hair that was sleeping a little and said, "I'm gone."

The man's voice was always deep and cold, straightforward, and after getting up, he straightened up and planned to turn away.

He still lay sideways on the bed, with his eyes open and watching Troll leave.

At that moment, unable to tell why, his breathing seemed to stop for a moment. He didn't seem to feel any trace of his breathing, as if the inhaled oxygen was plugged deadly and could not reach his chest.

It seemed like an instinct, and his body had done it before his brain was working-when Troll turned around, he called out suddenly.

"Major general."

The marshal who has already turned half of his body pauses for a moment, stops, keeps this sideways posture, and turns his head.

The man turned his back to the morning sun. In the backlight, he could only see the contours of the face that looked like sculptures. The shadow enveloped the man's face, and it was hard to see the look in the eyes at that moment. His eyes were silently watching the teenager shouting at him.

He didn't expect that he suddenly shouted, he was a little hesitant, but after a little he returned to God. He took a deep breath, propped up his upper body and sat up on the bed.

He saw the Marshal turn and walk back, holding his hand that reached him.

He knelt on the edge of the bed and looked up at Troll. Under the slender and soft eyelashes, the teenager's dark eyes glowed slightly, like black pearls immersed in the clear spring, clear and translucent, reflecting the shadow of the man standing in front of him in the backlight.

He stretched out his hands, held forward to the sides of the marshal's head, and pulled the marshal slightly closer to him.

His eyes curled slightly, looking at Troll's eyes soft and full of attachment, and the traces of love mingling with softness.

"President Victory is with you."

He smiled softly, bending his eyes, closing his eyes, leaning his head up and kissing Troll's lips.

It was the purest kiss, devout, as if it were faith under the gods.

"Major general."

He shouted Major General, gently holding the Marshal's cheek with both hands, and lightly put his forehead on the opponent.

The eyebrows touch each other, and through the soft black hair, the skin temperature is transmitted to each other.

"Someday you will stand on these thousands of stars."

He whispered.

As predicted.

Like prayer.

"Someday you will become the immortality of this universe."

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Memories ended here, and the sudden wind howling blew his hair, rolled up his horns, and awakened Mute from the trance.

He heard the huge rustle of the branches and leaves when the dense canopy shook, and he turned his head, and saw countless red leaves falling in the wind by the gust of wind, flying over him and roaring past him.

Obviously there was no sand, but his eyes seemed to be fascinated by the sand, a little bit sour, and for a while, he could not see anything, and he could only see the overwhelming red leaves sprinkle the entire sky.

[One day, you will stand on these thousands of stars. 】

One day, you will be on the boundless star sea.

[One day, you will become the immortality of this universe. 】

One day, you will become an immortal legend from generation to generation.

It's just that I can't see for myself that day.

Mute closed his eyes and opened his eyes, his gaze gazing into the distance, his eyes glowing with blue light, and he was determined to look at an invisible existence.

The blue light in his eyes became brighter, and the blue light circle around him became clear. His body rose into the air and flew towards the boundless sky.

There was a loud electric shock, and a spark burst into the seemingly empty sky. It was like a thunderbolt split openly in the air, and streamers splashed.

At the moment when the streamer exploded, the boy's original figure flying to the sky was bounced back fiercely. The powerful invisible air pressure was blowing in all directions, and the terrible reaction force caused Mute to fall from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

A large pit that hit the ground appeared on the green grass, dusty, and it was hard to see for a while.

After a while, the dust was cleared, and the faint blue light flashed in the pit. The boy lying on the bottom of the pit looked up, and his body and face were covered with sand. He supported his upper body with his hands on the ground, and coughed hard several times. The dust-covered black hair was scattered in front of his eyes, and the whole man looked dirty and embarrassed.

He looked up at the sky. The place in the sky where he struck was still sizzling, the sparks were splattering, the stream was spreading from there to all directions, and a phantom gradually appeared in the air. After a few moments, you can vaguely see a transparent mask emerge from the air. It presents a huge hemisphere, like the top of the sky, enveloping the whole villa.

Mute stared at the mask that appeared in the air, with an incredible look in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered that after the destruction of Emperor Star and shortly after returning to Fernandina, this protective cover was covering the villa. At that time, Robin said that this was made by the Marshal, in order to avoid those who did not know how to run casually into the Marshal's house without permission. Generally, the guards and protective devices could not stop them, so he specially built this special Protective cover for Gamma.

Special protection against G ...

Mute slowly stood up from the ground, and the dust contaminated on him fell down. He stood there, looking up at the shroud that appeared in the air, his eyes blanked.

A light flashed past his eyes, and he turned his head to see that Da Da, who had been forced to take a break not long ago, had no idea when he flew here. The spherical wisdom brain was suspended opposite him, and the cute black triangular eyes often turned into diamonds at this moment, flashing shocking red light.

"Da da……"

He murmured the name of the white ball, but the one who usually happily jumped around him as soon as he shouted, but at this moment it seemed like he hadn't heard it at all, just floating in the air quietly, Staring at him with those cold red eyes.

The usual stupid appearance disappeared completely on the white ball brain at this moment, like a robot without emotion ... Yes, the brain that started a special state was forcibly shielded from emotion. At this moment, it Become the purest mechanical intellectual brain, execute the predetermined procedures, follow the instructions set by its master to monitor the human in front of him.

Mute's hands clenched, and the blankness in his eyes gradually dissipated. Taking a deep breath, his pupils narrowed tightly, and the blue light suddenly shone in his eyes.

He never looked at it again, but rose again. A teleportation flash, he appeared in front of the transparent mask, and the streamer was still overflowing. He reached out, the blue light flashed fiercely in his pupil, his hand and the mask touched together, from The powerful energy released from his hands and the mask slammed together.

The terrible thunder exploded in the air, and the whole mask shook violently twice, then stabilized again. It shrouded over the villa, like a sky, motionless, just the current flowing over it covered around it. It has to get faster.

The energy that exploded when the two forces collided once again knocked Mute down from the sky, but this time he was ready, his body fell from the air to half and stopped in the air.

He hovered in the air, looking up at the touching points where the fierce sparks were splashing, his lips tightened, and his heart sank.

not enough.

He is not strong enough to destroy this mask.

He cannot leave here.

Just as he clenched his fists and looked at the sky, beneath him, the silver-white metallic brain with red eyes constantly flashing stared at him, followed by flying up to him, making an emotionless mechanical sound.

"The monitored subject tried to escape again and started the second plan."

With a shudder in Mute's heart, he turned his head sharply.

At the moment when the mechanical sounds of the white ball brain have not yet fallen, on top of Mute's head, countless rays of light have fallen from the sky, countless rays of light have fallen and gathered together, like a waterfall of light pouring down from the sky.

The cascading light waterfall circled around, and the younger ones who could not escape in the future were among them.

Mute is suspended in mid-air, and a huge light wall appears in a cylindrical shape to surround it. A streamer of general current flashes on the light wall, and it walks like countless fine snakes. Countless filaments are invisible to the naked eye. Passing inside the light wall ring.

He felt the strength in his body weaken a little bit, melted, and the blue light flashing in his pupils quickly weakened. Not to mention teleportation, he is just barely holding in the air now.

The boy hovered in the light wall ring, and closed his eyes slowly after a long time.

He didn't try to do anything more, just stayed silently in the air, in the aura that held him in captivity. The shredded hair ends were stained with dust, and the tip of his hair chaotically pierced the corners of his eyes. He looked up slightly, his face seemed calm, but the drooping eyelashes of his closed eyes fluttered uncontrollably.

Mute closed her eyes and breathed softly.

It wasn't until the man appeared on the grass and stepped towards him that he opened his eyes again and looked at the man who appeared.

He still remained floating in the air, bowing his head slightly, looking down.

The young marshal who should have jumped to the other side of the universe with the leaving Ishtar, stood under the huge circular light wall, looked up, and stared at him for a moment.

The stream of light traveling up the light wall illuminated the cold face that could not see any expression at this moment.

Troll looked up at Mute in the beam of light. The dark blue pupil seemed to have absorbed all the light at this moment, and it was astonishingly bright and terrible.

He looked at Mute, as if there was nothing in his frozen eyes, and nothing at all.

The fierce air roared in all directions, rolling up the white cloak high behind the Field Marshal's shoulders, almost as if an invisible big hand was tearing fiercely to the sky. The golden ornaments around the shoulders of the cape swayed violently, hitting each other, making a slight metallic impact, and the golden tassel flew upward, passing over the man's cold jaw.

Looking at the man who was looking at himself, Mute moved a corner of his lips and made a smile.

It looked like he was laughing, but the corners of his lips that he pulled up were filled with bitterness.

...

He thought he had concealed it. From the beginning, the man had guessed everything.

Perhaps from the moment he told the major general about everything in the past, the major general already knew what he wanted to do.

Yes, but said nothing, just looked at him quietly, waiting quietly for him to do it.

The chest seemed to be blocked by something, and at this moment Mute suddenly felt a sense of inability to breathe.

He remembered this morning.

At that moment, when the major general turned and left, when the man turned around in his low general shout ... What was he thinking?

At that time, in the shadow of the early morning backlight, what kind of expression appeared on that face?

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After a long time, the marshal who stood there like a stone sculpture finally spoke.

He looked at Mute, expressionless.

"You said you didn't think of me as that person."

"I said."

"you are lying."

"I do not have."

He didn't lie, he never saw the major general as anyone, and he never angered the hatred of that person on the major general.

Quiet for a while, Troll whispered.

"... But you have to go."

His voice was very low and light, and seemed to be at a loss.

"That's why you keep refusing to contact me?"

"I……"

Mute opened his lips, made a sound, and stopped again. His lips trembled as if trying to suppress something, and he bit his teeth hard.

Troll said interrogative sentences, but used affirmative words. And Troll was right, he did not dare to have any sympathy with Troll this year, because any lie in the subconscious has nothing to hide. In order not to be noticed, he can only avoid spiritual contact with the major general.

After a while, he loosened his teeth on his lower lip and exhaled a long breath.

He looked into the distance, as if looking into a distant place through his eyes.

"I used to hate him for getting into the bones. I used to think that there would never be a more hateful existence than him ... I always thought that if I didn't protect him at that time, it would be good; if I shot Just shoot through his heart-if I killed him before then, wouldn't the earth be destroyed in his hands? "

"The more I think about it, the more I hate him, and the more I hate myself ... I evade reality and don't want to wake up from a deep sleep, and then I live so long ... I can't wake up.

Mute said, looking at the distance, the look on the teenager's face was very calm at this moment.

"Now I understand, it's useless, even if I really kill him at that time."

He said that every word was very clear.

"Without him, there are others, and other humans will press that button."

"The destruction of the earth is not the consequence of one person, that is the choice made by the entire human race, that is the consequence of all human beings choosing to give up the earth-that is the future that is bound to exist whether that person exists or not."

"When I understood this thing, I didn't have much hatred for that person. He was tens of thousands of years ago, and I am still there, and there is a future I want to go to."

"So, Major General, my departure has nothing to do with that person, I'm just going to the future I want--"

The teenager looked at Troll quietly.

"Back to Earth, that is the future I want."

"I said."

The man stared at him, and there were traces of snow and ice flying in the narrow and long eyes of Feng.

"I said, I will send you back to Earth."

His voice was cold, word by word, like a frightening crack in the ice layer above the sea.

A long time ago, when he first saw the boy sleeping in the freezer, he made such a promise.

He said that he would send him home and he would send him back to earth.

But the child forgot, whether it was his promise or everything else, the child forgot about it, and he did not hesitate to abandon him and chose to leave.

He stood there, looking at Mute's eyes calmly facing him. An invisible chill seemed to ooze out of his bones, freezing his flesh a little bit, including the throbbing existence in his chest. The shadow beneath his eyes sank deep, endlessly toward the dark abyss.

The boy didn't answer. He was suspended in the air, and the stream of light walking around him surrounded him, imprisoning him in the narrow cylinder.

His lips were tight, so tight that the **** were almost pale.

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[Back to me, I give you the universe. 】

He remembers.

He never forgets.

At the moment when all thoughts were grey, this man held the heat of his hand.

This man's heart can hold the stars of the universe.

His heart was too narrow, too narrow for the blue planet.

Back to Earth.

That was the direction he had imprinted in his soul from the moment he woke up.

That blue planet is his home, where he was born, where his loved ones are.

He was going to go back and awaken the planet that had been sleeping for tens of thousands of years from desolation and loneliness ... that was his responsibility, and that was his father, his mother, and all his passing companions. Responsibility.

On his shoulders are the hopes and beliefs of too many people, and the memories of his blood that his companions left him tens of thousands of years ago ... he couldn't escape, and never wanted to escape.

That was the only belief in his remaining life, more than anything else.

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"... 'I was born in this world to meet you' ... '' I woke up from sleep to meet you '..."

Mute, who had been silent for a long time with her eyes closed, opened her eyes, his voice as if sighing.

"... if that's the case."

He gazed at Troll's gaze with a shudder, his voice shivering like a bubble, as if dissipated in the air anytime, anywhere.

If that's the case, they only have each other, that's fine.

"But not."

He shook his head slightly, and he looked at the pain in Troll's eyes.

"I didn't wake up from my long sleep just to meet you ... I woke up because of the deceased will, 'It' wakes me up from tens of thousands of years of sleep ..."

He said, "'It' wants me to go home."

He couldn't reject the call to ‘it’.

The planet that gave him life and soul.

"If I can, I want to say goodbye to you, too," said Mute, and his slender eyelashes fell down without seeing Troll. The light from the corner of his eyes glanced over the light wall that surrounded him. Asking, "But if I did, would you let me go?"

"..."

Troll didn't answer, his eyes stared at Mute, sharp, tough, like a beast staring at its prey.

His gaze was his answer.

After staring at Mute in this way, he lowered his eyes, as if thinking about something, and then the ground calmed down again.

The extremes of silence between heaven and earth have nothing but the whistling wind.

The wind tore Marshal Troll's white cloak, shaking the dense canopy, blood red leaves falling, swept up, swept across the Marshal standing silently.

There was a little silence among the colorful leaves, but for a few minutes, the young marshal looked up and reached out to Mute.

"come."

He said, "I send you back to Earth."

He said, decisively.

"right now."

The teenager's pupil narrowed sharply, and he looked at the man who reached out to himself with an indescribable gaze.

His breathing seemed to stop at this moment, something was pouring from the bottom of his heart, thick, soft, extremely sour, and painful.

His eyes were sore at this moment, and the water mist floated, which instantly made him stare at Troll's vision so blurry that he couldn't see anything.

What that major general said.

He understands.

Compared to the thousands of stars at your fingertips, to the supreme future that holds the entire universe-this man chose himself.

The man chose to abandon everything and leave.

The blue light in Mute's eyes slowly dissipated, and he fell from the air and landed on the ground.

He held out his hand in the direction of Marshal Troll's hand.

His eyes curled slightly, and his fingers rested lightly on the light wall in front of him, pressing against the invisible barrier.

He smiled at Troll outside the barrier, and he looked at Troll's dark eyes with unspeakable tenderness.

"Major general."

His voice was as soft as he looked at Troll.

He said, "I like you."

He smiled and said, "I like to do it for you to give up your life."

This was the first time, and perhaps the last time, that he openly showed his love to the person he loved.

He likes major general.

I don't know when this person will be like his life to him.

He smiled and looked at the man who was already as important as his life.

"But we live in this world and there is always something more important than life."

Life is alive.

There is always something more than life.

There is always a belief that even if you give up everything, you must do it.

"I want to go back to earth."

The teenager said, looking at Troll gently.

A huge transparent wall of light stood between the two, clearly in front of each other, but could no longer reach out to touch.

He watched Troll's hand reach out to him, his hand pressed against the light wall clenched into a fist, and the tightened knuckles almost turned white because they were too hard.

He looked at Troll, and his eyes were slightly red.

He looked at those blue eyes who were sinking into the dark night, firm and determined.

How tender his eyes are, how cruel his words are.

He said, "You can't."

Even if the major general is willing to give up everything, he cannot.

...

That is its will.

That was the will of the blue planet to its children at the last moment of destruction.

So 20,000 years ago, the last leader of Gaja chose to end up with the ship that recorded the coordinates of the earth.

That man, with his own life, ruined the way humans went back.

"You can't go back."

Mute slowly shook his head. He looked at Troll with an indescribable sorrow.

He was looking at Troll, and he was looking at all humans through this person.

"Humans cannot go back to Earth," he said.

...

Interstellar fishes who know nothing about the parent star can still follow the instinct to return to the planet that gave birth to them.

It was a brand of souls and memories, it was an invisible affair between them and their planet, and the call of that planet led them home.

If the entanglement of the soul is still there, there is no need to search hard and follow the instinct to go home.

But humans spent tens of thousands of years and never found a way home.

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Two thousand years ago, humans gave up their parent star.

They don't know.

The moment they choose to abandon the earth, the earth also exiles humans forever.