Dawn Sleep

When the medical mech left the battlefield, cheers of victory erupted from all around.

Jiang Jianming listened to the voice from a distance, his expression seemed indifferent.

But upon closer inspection, fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead.And the focus of those dark eyes has been completely lost.

The screen of the mecha displayed various data related to the driver's physical condition, the indicators dropped wildly, and the warning text kept flashing.

Jiang Jianming turned off the reminder directly.

He knew very well that he was going to die.

He didn't want to die either, so he gave himself a needle after getting the tranquilizer.It's a pity that the number showing the degree of chaos of the crystal particles in the body has not decreased but increased, so there should be no way out.

It's normal, it's just relying on the pile of expired and overdose drugs and perseverance to survive until now.

When the victory was in his hands, he handed over the command, and the tension in his heart was relieved, and his body decayed at a perceivable speed.

...one last thing left.

Jiang Jianming landed in the medical mech, drove in through the damaged hole on the surface, and returned to the Heroic Monument along the secret passage.

In the depths of the underground palace, Ryan was still leaning against the white stele, his head drooping, and his messy long curly hair scattered on his face—this person has been in a coma repeatedly since he was seriously injured, and now he seems to be unconscious again.

Jiang Jianming did not get off the mecha to hug his lover, but directly manipulated the mechanical arm of the mecha, and carefully carried His Highness into the cockpit.

He adjusted the treatment cabin, turned his head to watch Ryan's body being sent in, watched the tiny intelligent probe start diagnosis and treatment, and watched the medical fluid fill up.

Only then did Jiang Jianming feel relieved.

Suddenly his throat felt hot.He frowned and covered his mouth, but before he had time, blood overflowed from his lips and landed on the silver-black military uniform.

There was already a large piece of dark blood condensed there, and now it was covered with new red.

"..."

He reluctantly shook off a few drops of blood from his fingertips.

What should we do next, Jiang Jianming thought to himself, take His Highness back outside?

But the fight outside is not over yet, so who can I show myself looking like dying?

Let's stay in the Heroic Monument.

He pulled out the virtual keyboard of the mecha.First, I left a few last words, and then I prepared to type a few paragraphs to briefly describe my prediction of the crystal sect's future actions, as well as my personal strategic conception and so on.

But it was difficult.

Not only was his arm so heavy that he could hardly lift it, but more importantly... he could hardly see anymore.

There was silence in the medical mech.

It was terribly dark in the field of vision.

In the underground ruins, probably because the situation was too dangerous and His Highness was on the verge of death, Jiang Jianming didn't have the energy to feel the extra fear.

Even the stress disorder was forced to overcome.

So I'm not afraid at this time, I just get irritable.

When he made a typo for the fifth time, this irritability reached its peak, mixed with the clamoring pain and exhaustion all over his body, repeatedly torturing his nerves.

"..."

Jiang Jianming finally gave up half-collapsed.He bent his shoulders, buried his forehead between his cold fingers, and took deep breaths repeatedly.

So cold, the cold froze him from the depths of his bones and heart.

Suddenly, Jiang Jianming gritted his teeth and stood up. In his blurred vision, he turned and staggered two steps based on his feeling, and knelt and sat in front of the treatment cabin.

"Lyan."

He called inside.Of course there was no response.

Jiang Jianming didn't know where his temper came from, so he simply pushed open the door of the treatment cabin: "Your Highness."

<warning, warning>

<The treatment is in progress, please close the treatment cabin>

Only the electronic voice sharply blamed him for his nonsense.

…In the medical mech, a black-haired young man was kneeling in front of the opened treatment cabin. He gradually began to have difficulty breathing. He was so cold that he could only shiver while pulling on his coat, and could hardly sit still.

In the depths of the treatment cabin, the godlike prince of the empire fell asleep unconsciously.

Ryan's eyebrows stretched, his face pale.The medical procedure had already injected him with a sufficient amount of anesthesia, so of course he couldn't hear, and he wouldn't wake up.

"Lyan."

Jiang Jianming put his fingers into the medical solution and gently touched the face of the prince of the empire.

He opened his eyes that could no longer see clearly, and called out unwillingly, "Your Highness...you wake up..."

please.

Wake up and look at me again.

"Your Highness."

I'm going to die, you know.

"Your Highness."

Just look at me again, and hug me again, okay?

<warning, warning>

<The treatment is in progress, please close the treatment cabin>

"Lai..."

I still have a lot to say to you.

If you don't say it now, it's too late.

<Warning, warning...>

The electronic sound of the medical mecha kept urging him, Jiang Jianming slowly lowered his head, blinked silently, and a tear rolled down.

... For such a willful call, he was able to utter it only because His Highness could not wake up or hear him.

Vulnerability rarely knocked him down.

Does he just like such a person dying in a cold and lonely mecha?

Before he died, he also wanted to lie in the warm sky, listen to the joyous voices of the soldiers, and the crying or laughing voices of the survivors.

If he is lucky enough to die surrounded by many people, maybe someone will shed tears for him, someone will shake his hand, and someone will say to him, Your Excellency has worked hard, go to sleep.

At least it won't be as cold as it is now.

However, he was afraid of affecting the morale of the army and disturbing the battle situation and Xie Yuduo's command line of thought, so he dared not die outside.

Taking a step back, he thought he could tell Ryan a few more words before leaving, hoping that his beloved little Highness could see him again and hug him.

But His Highness was also seriously injured, how could we delay the treatment, even the anesthetic was injected in with his own eyes.

Take another step back, at least, he wants to die in his lover's arms.

He was also afraid of hindering the procedure of the treatment cabin, and afraid that if he really messed up in Lai'an's arms, it would hurt His Highness.Opening the treatment cabin door and shouting a few times, shedding a tear, was already the limit of his emotional collapse.

……

In the end, Jiang Jianming closed the treatment cabin little by little. He pressed his forehead against the cold door and sighed softly.

Forget it, why bother to ask for extravagance, as the saying goes, contentment is always happiness.

His command just now was callous and ruthless, maybe he would not get hospice care if he went out, and he would even be scolded.

As for Ryan, it was too cruel for His Highness to watch him dying, and it was even more suffocating for His Highness to see a corpse lying in his arms as soon as he woke up.

After all, Ryan had done so much for him, but he had barely given the Crown Prince anything, so it really shouldn't be torturing him any more.

Now this way of dying, seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, being quiet and quiet...it's pretty good, it suits me, I'm very lucky.

He digested the negative emotions by himself again.

So Jiang Jianming turned around with difficulty, moving against the inner wall of the mecha cockpit.

He blinked his completely blind eyes, knelt on the ground, groped with his fingers, and it took him a long time to reach the edge of the driver's seat.

It took all his strength to pull himself up.

Sitting in the pilot's seat of the mech and dying, he barely looked like an officer.

It was at this time that Jiang Jianming suddenly had an inspiration in his heart.

He finally thought of a good idea that he could do whatever he wanted without causing trouble to others.

Jiang Jianming opened the cockpit shell of the mecha, and put away the fender armor and alloy glass.

Soon, Feng Xue kissed his cheek.

Just now, the Golden Dawn Crown broke through the wall, and there was an indiscriminate bombardment. The top of the Heroic Monument was also cracked and damaged a lot, and a little snow could fall.

On the last journey, let Xue of Alpha Alien send him off.

The snow fell on the face, very cool.

It turns out that the withering of snowflakes has a sound, he thought.

A lullaby.

Omega Alien, Black Shark Base.

"Matrix 000's situation is not very good. The plan you gave me last time can be implemented by him immediately, can it be done?"

Diana who rushed over was stunned by the leader's first words.

The air inside the base is already tense, with countless members walking back and forth, talking with wrist phones and projectors, and the tick-tock of the instruments is one.

Standing in front of the leader in black, Diana felt dizzy.

"What, what? You mean the plan to strengthen the connection strength of consciousness projection? But it's just a draft, and there are still many places that are not..."

"I've perfected it."

The leader stood still, and the electronic voice under the mask quickly said: "In the past two days, 000's consciousness projection state has repeatedly deteriorated. We speculate that His Highness should have been seriously injured on the Alpha Alien Battlefield, perhaps to the point of acute crystal chaos."

"You know, crystal particles will not only destroy a person's body, but also erode people's mind. His Highness has been in a deep coma for too long, and it is dangerous to continue like this. He needs a stronger self-awareness to fight against."

"In the past, we could only pray. But now we can do more."

Diana's mouth was dry, and she swallowed: "So, you want to..."

Silver: "Use your plan to strengthen the consciousness projection, and then try to merge the two basic consciousnesses."

"Now, do you want to do it now!?"

Diana's face turned pale, her voice cracked a bit: "This is too sudden, we haven't passed the safety test yet, so are we just using it on His Royal Highness Ryan?"

"He, he is..." She said in a daze, "He is, His Majesty the Great Emperor."

Sylph laughed when she heard the words: "There is no need to be stressed, the first White Bird Expedition, No. 000 substrate... You see, our Majesty has always been like this."

In terms of unconditional obedience to the orders of the superiors, the base is not much different from the army.

Diana shut up, and she immediately called the relevant team and began to operate the data on the giant optical brain.

The Matrix Project has been carried out in secret for so many years, and no one knows how many concepts have been put forward. Even the starting procedures are existing, and the whole process is actually completed very quickly.

Half an hour later, people began to shout "completed" and "confirmed".

Diana trotted and checked each one, and finally returned to the main console to wipe off her sweat, closed her eyes and murmured God bless, and pressed the start button with her index finger——

"leader!!"

Suddenly, a projection accompanied by shouting suddenly appeared on the main screen of this laboratory.

The projected base personnel's face was pale, his teeth chattered a few times, and he struggled to say:

"The 001 base body... the vital signs have disappeared."

In an instant, the base members in the entire laboratory froze.

Only the leader suddenly turned around after a two-second freeze, and shouted at Diana sharply: "—stop the program!"

In the middle of the console, Diana turned her head stiffly.

Her face was pale, and her azure eyes stared at the leader blankly, as if she couldn't react to what happened.

"The program has started," Diana said tremblingly, "stop... can't stop."

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The author has something to say:

Sylph: Fuck.