It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

It was an endless starry sky, dark in color, starry, twinkling in the darkness.

Countless starlights make up a spiral streamer, and the star core in the middle is a slender diamond shape, like a slightly opened eye, staring at you in the spiral streamer.

The surrounding scenery whistled past, and countless stars, large or small, passed by, and the stars flashed fast.

The spiral stellar system was zooming in, from far to near, and swallowed people in an instant.

As soon as I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, I saw the familiar scenery.

The sea-blue star flew by, the sky-blue star flew by, and the planet with a huge halo ... countless familiar planets from far to near, as if flying towards you, whistling past you.

After the fiery red planet, which seemed like a flame burning, also passed, the speed seemed to slow down.

When that planet appeared, time seemed to be still at that moment.

The blue planet floats in the dark starry sky. Under the light of the huge sun, it is slightly bright blue on one side, and the side that does not shine is slightly deep. Meaning navy.

The blueness was wavy in the darkness, like the sapphire in the dark.

It slowly turns in the dark starry sky, with thousands of years of tranquility and serenity.

A cluster of flames ignited from the huge sun, illuminating the dark starry sky--

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The boy who woke up from his dream slowly opened his eyes. The soft light shone on his face. He stared at the familiar ceiling, his eyes seemed awake and a little hazy.

He slowly turned his head. Everything he saw was very familiar. The white bed under him was soft. He was lying on the warm bed. The temperature in the room was just right, and there was a slight fragrance in the air.

Everything is so familiar, like the scene of him waking up from this bed countless times, which makes him wonder in his heart whether everything he experienced on that planet is just a dream.

The dark hues in the dark pupils slowly dissipated and gradually became sober. Mute sat up and lingered for a while before getting out of bed.

The temperature in the room is very warm. Although the ground is shiny with metal, there is no cold feeling of metal. Instead, it feels like stepping on a fleece blanket. Mute walks directly on the cold-colored floor with bare feet. go with.

Out of the bedroom, he stood at the door and looked at everything he knew.

During his drowsiness, he returned to Ishtar and returned to this room where he had lived for a long time. A bit of cold touch came from his wrist. Mute raised his hand, and he saw the familiar silver-blue-black metal ring on his right wrist. This thing that he had put on the bed not long ago was now back to him again. Hands.

The teenager looked at the metal ring on his wrist for a while, and suddenly there was the sound of water splashing next to him. He looked up and looked in the direction of the bathroom, and when he looked up, the sound of water stopped and the door opened. Someone came out of it.

The wet forehead is still dripping with water, and the wet hair clings to the person's face.

It was a scar-filled face, large or small sarcomas piled up, blood-red muscles all over it, and a cricket line was drawn. The most terrible thing was that the right eye was a deep one. The scorched black hole with an icy mechanical prosthetic eye embedded in it--

The teenager looked at the devil's face that seemed to be crawling out after being burned by the fire of hell, and the ugly man who seemed to have just washed his face saw that he was also stunned, then raised his hand and covered it. His own face.

"Wait a moment."

The man said this, walking to the side, picking up the metal mask on the cabinet and putting it on, blocking his ugly face that was too shocking. The wet brown hair was pasted on the silver mask, and water dripped down the mask. The man raised his hand again and arbitrarily tied the long brown hair scattered on his shoulders.

When the man turned back again, Mute could only see the metal mask on the upper half of his face, and the lips without scars underneath.

"Sorry, it scared you."

The man said that his voice was very low and had an indescribable hardness.

Mute froze and shook his head. He wasn't scared, he was just a little surprised.

The current medical treatment is very advanced. Broken arms and legs can be implanted and connected, and it is not difficult to heal skin burns. But why isn't the man in front of him trying to heal and have to wear such a devil-like face?

"you are?"

Although there was some doubt in his heart, for the first time he met, he was not so impolite to ask people's private affairs.

"Are you major general?"

He looked around and saw no trace of the owner of this room.

The brown-haired man didn't answer his question, but said something that Mute didn't understand.

"I think the familiar environment will make you feel better when you wake up."

The man said in a low voice, raised his hand and pressed something on the wall, and two clicks, the room suddenly became bright, and the image that Mute was very familiar with was instantly melted away as if melting in the air, and a strange environment appeared to him In front of me.

Compared to the spacious and comfortable room just now, the realistic room is much narrower. The bed that Mute was lying on was actually just a simple metal bed that could lie down alone. The metal floor under his feet was covered with a layer of black and red. The gelatinous material, said to be a room, is actually a single room with an independent bathroom.

This room should be the interior of a spaceship, because through the round window of the room, you can see the vast starry sky outside.

Through the transparent window, you can see that there are many battleships beside this spaceship, sailing close to the spaceship.

"You slept for a day and a half, because you are tired, your mood is too high, and there are signs of a slight low fever." The brown-haired man said, "Troll has to rush to the Guna galaxy and repeat long-distance jumps in a short time. Your body Can't stand it, so I'll **** you. "

"... Are you not an Imperial soldier?"

Mute glanced at the man. The man was wearing a black combat suit, which made the man's figure extremely straight and strong. However, he did not see anything related to the Imperial Army from the man, and even those battleships outside were very different from those of the major generals he saw.

"Ok."

The man answered, simple and clear.

"I only obey Troll's orders."

When the man said that, Mute understood something vaguely.

It seems that this man and his fleet are private military forces hidden by the major general.

He didn't worry about this man lying to him. After all, it can be seen from the virtual projection just now that the man is very familiar with Major General's room on Ishtar, and with the character of Major General, if he is not a trusted subordinate, he will not be easily entered Territory.

"where are we going?"

"Escort you to Emperor Star."

"what?"

"It takes about six days to sail from here to Emperor Star." The man said that although he had always asked questions, his voice had almost no emotion, "rushed to the Guna galaxy, suppressed the rebel party, and returned, Six days is enough. "

Mute took a moment to react, and the man's second sentence was Major Troll.

The man continued, "We will meet with Troll before entering the periphery of the Imperial Galaxy, and **** you to Ishtar to complete the task."

The boy snorted, no longer asked, sat back on the bed, and turned to look at the starry sky outside the window.

He turned his head to the side, and the dark hair fell on the cheek where he was still a little bit childish. His face was reflected by the light refracted by the glass window, making his black pupils look shimmering.

He sat quietly and looked at the starry sky outside the window.

What happened after he passed out of coma, he didn't want to ask, because he already knew the answer vaguely.

... maybe when he saw that person smile at him at the last glance, he had already guessed what would happen.

He is too naive.

He thought he could help that person ... but in the end he couldn't do anything.

[I follow you. 】

After all, he couldn't take that person off the prison planet.

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The man looked at the young child carefully. To be honest, although he knew the child's influence on Troll, he could not see anything special about the child.

Not long ago, when he heard that Troll, as cold and indifferent as a robot, loved a minor child, he was actually not convinced at all.

He really couldn't imagine that Troll would have even a little relationship with the word "pet".

Since he met Troll, in these decades, he has never felt a little human feeling in Troll. Troll's heart is like an endless black hole. No matter how much emotion a foreigner devotes into it, he will only be swallowed up by the black hole and he won't get a response.

What I said on that planet at first was just to test Troll a little.

However, when he saw Troll coming over with the child in his arms, and when he saw Troll looking at the child, he knew the answer.

Troll found someone who could block the black hole in his heart.

The man was meditating here, and found that the child glanced back at him, the mask on his face, and the mechanical prosthetic eye showing a little trace from the gap in the mask.

But, very quickly, the child turned his head again and kept looking out of the window.

He thought about it, walked over, and spoke.

"I don't heal my face, just to warn myself," he said, "let me keep that thing in mind until I die."

"I was a low-ranking officer in the Imperial Army at that time, and when I found out that my boss was in charge of the enemy, he was reported, but he was bitten and crowned with the charge of the enemy. In order to prevent me from leaking my secrets, I wanted to burn me alive dead."

"I don't want to die, and I want revenge, so I sold myself to Troll. He rescued me and helped me get revenge."

"..."

When he was talking, the boy turned his head to look at him, his expression was a little dazed, with a little confusion in his eyes.

The boy looked at him confused, looking like he didn't understand why he had met for the first time. He would tell his past frankly.

"Do you have anything to ask?"

"No."

The boy's answer gave the man a pause.

"I thought you would be interested in Troll's past."

"........."

The boy's eyes dropped, and a dark strand of hair fell before his eyes.

If it had been before, he would indeed be interested, but after those things ... he pursed his lips, and seemed to choose silence instead of saying more.

However, he fell silent, but the man continued to speak with care.

"Troll has been looking for something over the years. It seems to be something that has something to do with his past. He didn't tell me, but I can see that he is too attached to the past. In order to find what he wants, he You can even spare your life. "

"........."

"Because of this, I have been worried about that guy. He is still young and it is not a good thing for him to be too obsessed with it ... but it doesn't seem that I need to worry about it now."

"........."

"I asked him, past and you, which one he chose, he did not answer."

"........."

"But there is no answer, it is already an answer. When he didn't choose the past, he already regarded you as more important than the past, what he was looking for, and his so many years of obsession."

"........."

"do you understand me?"

"........."

Troll can spare his life in search of the past. Now, between the past and this child, he chose this child.

The brown-haired man took a few steps forward as he looked at the young child sitting on the bed.

He leaned down slightly, resting his hands on the edge of the bed, and leaned down to stare at the child's dark, bright pupils like the stars outside.

He said, "You are better than his life."

The room was unusually quiet. The two looked at each other, and didn't speak for a long time. Only two of them were breathing at different frequencies.

It took a long time for the man to get the answer from the boy.

"……Ok."

The boy hummed softly.

He dropped his eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast a pale shadow on his young face.

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Five days later, the good news came.

Major General Troll successfully suppressed the rebellion of the Guna Galaxy, killed the leaders of the rebel army, arrested tens of thousands of people, and will return to the Emperor Star with prisoners of war.

It is rumored that Her Majesty the Emperor is extremely satisfied with the outcome of this battle, and intends to promote Major General Troll to this position.

As soon as this rumor came out, the whole universe was being discussed.

Major General Troll has been promoted to major general at such a young age, and now it is almost unheard of for him to become a lieutenant general at this age.

Some people are envious, others are jealous, and some people say that this person just climbed to the Royal Highness with the help of his face, and some people were already twitching, sitting upset, and secretly planning something again ...

At the time of the storm, Ishtar's flagship had quietly returned to the periphery of the Imperial Galaxy.