under the mask

The calendar year 3012 of Gia Lai Wan Si.

On the spacious staircase covered with richly patterned and colorful carpets, three faint candles were lit.Then came the very slight sound of footsteps, the slender sound of the friction between the hard sole and the fiber was particularly obvious in the silent space, extremely steady, very regular, slowly going down one step at a time.

Illuminated by the candlelight was a handsome man's face. Even in the dim light, one could see his curly short hair mixed with silver gray and golden, and his green eyes that shone like lake water under the candlelight.In his other hand hidden in the darkness, he held a large gray and black sword. The light of the sword was restrained and inconspicuous.

Finally, he stopped three or four steps away from the first floor, and his expression became indifferent.

"You shouldn't be here."

He opened his mouth slowly, repeating as if emphasizing something: "You shouldn't have come here."

Got, got, got—

There was a clear knocking sound of leather shoes in front of him, and the tall figure who gradually came into view was like a black curtain covering the area where he was standing. On his long military uniform, it shines against the candlelight.

"Andrew, long time no see." The deep and melodious male voice came to the ears, bringing a feeling of enjoyment. This is a luxurious sound that perfectly matches the appearance of the owner of the voice. At this time, the man holding the candle only sank in his heart, and became more and more nervous. irritable.

"You shouldn't have come here." Andrew slightly moved the candle forward to take a clear look at the handsome face and expensive silver-gray eyes of the person coming.

"Instigating war and causing death, what you have done has wiped out the blessings brought to people in the past." He pursed his lips sternly, veins popping up on the back of his hand holding the big sword: "Traitor, go back to your place. "

"Traitor?" The silver-haired man chuckled lightly: "This title is too heavy, I'm afraid I don't have such an honor."

Andrew didn't want to entangle him too much, he didn't respond to the other party's frivolous teasing, but narrowed his eyes slightly, looking over the silver-haired man's shoulders and looking behind him, there was a heavy panting.

"Who's that?" he asked.

The silver-haired man stopped laughing, looked at him silently for a few seconds, and then moved away sideways.

Andrew made a strange sound that seemed to be gasping but was suppressed with great effort, and his pupils turned dark green.He saw a pool of black liquid that was gradually expanding at the farthest point of the candlelight.

"I can't take him away, Andrew." The silver-haired man said in a low voice, "He won't survive, he was injured by Brigitte."

Brigitte...

Andrew's eyes darkened, and he shook his head: "It seems that your justice has not been recognized by all the former followers. You provoked a war. This is just one of the tragedies... There are more..." More.

"My sins don't need to be confessed to others. God will punish me only when I am near the end of my life... Before that, no one can stop me." The silver-haired man's voice turned cold, "To be loyal to the rules or to Ego, it's just a simple multiple-choice question, Andrew."

"Anyone, including cowards, can start a war, but ending a war requires the consent of the victor. After I achieve my goal, everything will be settled." He took a few steps casually, and the metal earrings Yu's hair flickered: "You will see, maybe it will be a year, maybe five years, the war will be temporarily suspended, it seems that I will make concessions at the moment, but in the future the two forces will become more balanced--the only ones who will not let go Me, rebellion leads to civil strife, and power is the meaning of the struggle."

"Andrew, you will find that my purpose is simpler than that of the House, but the means are more radical."

"I only know that it was the empire that raised you," Andrew said indifferently. "It was the empire that helped you succeed. You will regret it."

The silver-haired man was silent for a while, and finally said: "It's my problem whether I regret it later, I just want you to do Brigitte a favor."

Andrew let out a sneer: "Help Brigitte? Did he kill you?"

"Don't bother her with this matter," the other party didn't take it seriously. "Brigida is too stupid. A woman accidentally killed the person she loved deeply... When she calms down, one can imagine how regretful she will be." He begged softly: "Andrew, look at him again...he won't survive, you have taught him by hand, watched him grow up...you know what a lovely child he is, he is still Brigitte secretly object of love."

Andrew shook his head sadly, and said hoarsely: "You also said that he will not survive. Just now, I have heard that his heart is weakened and his breathing is gradually stopped. His injury is too serious-he is bleeding too much. I can't save him."

"I don't want you to heal his wounds, no one can do it." The silver-haired man looked at him: "His brain is not dead yet, you take him to Clive's secret laboratory and give him a new body. Memory gives him It is up to you not to give him, as long as you save him, he will stay with you, and it has nothing to do with me from now on. Herman, the great nobleman’s surname, will no longer exist, and the new name is also up to you...After the laboratory It can also be handled by you."

"I have saved you twice, so you have repaid it."

Andrew's breathing became short of breath.He is not sure...His Majesty has decided to destroy all the laboratories. The first to bear the brunt is the one under the name of Clive Berkman. This secret laboratory may be able to exchange for the second gene repair potion for Baloo...Balu should have been injected at birth. , but that year he participated in the colonization activities on Ankanas planet, and did not take care of his only son.And he really, couldn't avoid the two lives he owed the other party.

"Let's go." He was tormented and closed his eyes: "All districts will be closed within an hour."

The calendar year 3018 of Gia Lai Wan Si.

Andrew avoided the surveillance of the military department and came to the mountain behind Polkman's old house. The mountainside of this mountain has been hollowed out, and the anti-detection experimental base has not been discovered by the central government until today, six years later.

In the white laboratory, apart from the ticking sound of the monitoring equipment, there is a special enclosed sink nearly two meters long and one meter wide placed in the very center.Dense pipes connect the sink to the ground and the console, and the light screen flickers slightly on the side of the sink, constantly refreshing rows of data.

In the laboratory, there was only a teenager wearing a silver one-piece lab coat, standing by the sink and recording data.

"How is he?" Andrew walked over and asked.

The boy said without turning his head: "It's very bad, if you can't get me a few more 'samples', he will be like this forever, only half of it... let alone wake up."

Andrew stood next to him, looked at the people in the sink, and said coldly: "I can't help it. Now the country is under martial law, and I have tied up a dozen people here. Isn't there a suitable person?"

The young man turned to look at him, his small face with glasses was full of ridicule: "Do you think the human body is a test tube? A slightly larger stopper can also be inserted into it?" He impatiently pointed to the sink: "Look, Gene Defects, lack of DNA, his lower limbs can't grow muscle tissue, his circulatory system can't function, he can only survive on nutrient solution, and then continue to sleep."

Andrew's green eyes stared at the person in the tank, if it could be called a person—the thing in the tank was only the upper body, and the clearly visible texture was covered with a thin layer of skin tissue, which was almost transparent. The permanent alloy parts squirmed slightly, and the eyeballs lay quietly in the eye sockets. Because the eyelids were too thin, it was almost impossible to tell whether they were sleeping or silently opening their eyes.

that ugly.

However, the lower body of that thing is even more frightening, only the bare metal skeleton sinks and floats in the nutrient solution, with some blood vessel-like objects and scattered textures faintly floating.

'Is the child alive, or long dead? '

'Actually, he had already died six years ago, and what is here now is just an empty shell. It depends on whether he has a chance to get a soul...a chance to be resurrected again. '

Andrew pondered for a long time.Because he has not yet fulfilled his promise, he has not reported this laboratory yet, but Baruyer can't wait any longer.The war continued, and Baru needed to go back to the northern front at any time. He had to get the second repair potion as soon as possible in order to maximize Baru's chances of survival.

There is also a hidden worry hidden deep in his heart.

Baloo and Julie don't have a baby yet, but sooner or later they will.He and them are both soldiers, and it is a natural mission to fight for the empire, but will one day, all three of them have to go to the battlefield, and if they die unfortunately, what will the child do?

What about the Spal family?

His gaze gradually deepened, and he made up his mind.

"Use my sample." He said in a low voice: "Let him have the same appearance as me, and pass on my genes to him...my memory, my ability...the belief I want to protect."

And my dear family.

If there is a day, perhaps this promise that has to be fulfilled will become a ray of light to save the Spal family.

The calendar year 3022 of Gia Lai Wan Si.

Andrew carefully picked up the little baby. The red little guy was sleeping in his mother's soft and warm embrace, and his stomach was full of sweet and fragrant milk.As soon as he got out of this environment, he closed his eyes and protested softly, spitting out milk foam the size of a grain of rice from the corner of his small pink mouth.

"You can kiss him, Dad." Julie lay on the pillow with a contented smile on her tired face, "He hasn't gotten used to your breath yet."

Andrew sat upright by Julie's bed, looking at the baby in his arms in bewilderment.He hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help lowering his head, and gently kissed the baby's smooth face, the soft touch made his heart melt.

He was both happy and sad.

Baloo still couldn't see his newborn son, so he went to the northern battlefield.

"I'm going back in the afternoon." He put the child back beside Julie, and said softly, "You can write a text message and attach a photo of the child, and I may bring it to Baru."

With gentle eyes, Julie stroked the baby's sparse fetal hair sideways, and shook her head gently: "You don't need to comfort me...the north has been blocked, and the communication has been interrupted. The military department will not let you take risks." She He bowed his head next to the child, smelled the warm milk fragrance from his nose, and sighed: "How is Julian? His hair is so soft, this name is very suitable...but it seems a little too delicate..."

Andrew put his hands on his knees and looked at the mother and child with a smile. However, his thoughts had already flown from this sunny and sweet room to the distant northern battlefield, passing tens of thousands of kilometers of mountains, and the bitter cold wind Turning over a ridge several thousand meters high, a large number of gray stratus clouds with rain, snow and hail were brought along, and lightning rolled down—instantly illuminating the black battlefield on the plateau among the mountains.

Tens of millions of densely packed mechanical soldiers were released from steel drill armor tanks roaring towards the enemy camp. These monsters with drill bits with a diameter of more than four meters like unicorn tentacles pierced through the giant stone and steel plate. The combined protection wall is more than ten meters high, and the drill head makes a loud buzzing sound and rotates open. The infantry armed with power armor holds the pulse gun and rushes into the enemy camp like a swarm of insects. The blue light and purple light of various energy weapons are mixed with blood. The howl pierced the sky, buried in the sound of thunder and the whistling wind of warships.

Black objects were dropped from the battleship, changing their shape in the air, stretching to form a [-]-meter-high mech landing, and the ground shook within [-] meters. Dozens of such metal warriors instantly reversed the situation of the war.

Under the black sky, heavy rain fell suddenly.

On the northernmost cliff, there is a group of black-clothed soldiers standing silently in the rain. They look at the leader standing alone on the edge of the cliff. As long as this admirer of them joins the battle, the remaining enemy soldiers are not to be feared. Want to procrastinate?

"He has a very good son." The leader stretched out his hand to stroke the drenched forehead hair, as if shining with mithril.

But war is war after all.

Whether to sacrifice the enemy or one's own side, this kind of question is simply brain-dead.

With a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth, he threw the accessories on his chest off the cliff. With a loud bang, a ten-meter-high heavy mecha stretched its metal body and blatantly fell from the air, and the protective cover flashed. Electromagnetic light trampled the two steel drill tanks on the soles of their feet, making a terrible rolling sound—puff—blood arrows gushed out from the gap between the pair of scrap iron, kicking off the cruel and bloody one-way slaughter.

The emperor of the north jumped down from the high cliff, and the wind howled through his long silver hair, freezing into gorgeous beads.He lightly landed on the outstretched steel alloy palm of the silver Mech Knight, and jumped into the cab with his strength.

The imperial knight's eyes suddenly lit up.

A lightsaber passed by—dozens of mechas and the protective wall were cut in two, splashing on the wasteland to form a neat line of blood.

The soldiers of the empire were suffocated in this cruel and beautiful killing. Lightning split the sky and briefly outlined the appearance of the rare and tall silver killer. Even the glimpse of it for a few seconds filled the heart with crazy despair.

They can't go back. Since they fell into the trap and lost contact with the reinforcements, they are destined to become ghosts who cannot return home on the tens of thousands of kilometers of wilderness.

Can not go back.

Can't go back to the beautiful Central City,

And a beautiful wife,

cute child.

The mech emperor raised his metal head, and seemed to see through the heavy rain curtain and the rolling mountains, the metal buildings in the central city that soared into the sky, and the pure white Paramount Palace clinging to the ugly steel city.

I saw the venerable king sitting on the golden and red throne.You and I haven't seen each other for several years, and I miss you more and more. This small gift should be regarded as a small compensation for me.

my dear brother,

Next time we meet, I have a gift for you too,

Those were two small, chubby little things.

He smiled softly, moved his fingers slightly, the two sides of the silver mecha shimmered with blue light, the alloy cover of the missile notch rotated open like a fan blade, and the missile's ballistic connection popped out. The metal long-range missiles shot out quickly, and when they couldn't get out of the air, they were suddenly retracted. The dazzling blue light lit up on the dark ground, like a layer of translucent blue protective shield. The blue turned into flames, exploded, and roared.

Dead silence.

The silver-haired leader sat in the cab with a peaceful face.

Once he did not hesitate to take off his medal-studded military uniform to stop the mass-produced destructive weapons, and now he performs the dance of death in his hands.The innocent and adoring eyes of Barouyere when he was a child looking up at him appeared in front of his eyes, and he seemed to be able to smell the champagne and flowers at his wedding.

My current sins, even in the next life, the next life will not be able to pay off.

To meet Andrew, my friend face to face again,

Am I too ashamed to hold my head up?

the answer is,

I will not hesitate,

Kill him.

For the holy place in my heart, that pure and beautiful flower, I will not hesitate to overcome thorns and thorns.

Other feelings, like the rust on a knight, must be removed.

In the Jialai Wansi calendar, in [-], Andrew died on the ice sheet of the northern Warren Continent.

In a dilapidated house in a slum outside the [-]th district of Central City, a person was awakened.

He raised a strand of long golden hair in confusion, and his green pupils turned mechanically.

It seemed that someone was shouting in his mind, dragging his thoughts out of the white space and crashing into an extremely beautiful garden.

There was a little guy standing alone by the gate covered with wild roses, his little face was lonely and cute and pitiful.