Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

"This is truly an ingenious body structure, perfectly in line with combat mechanics. The material of the outer armor should be black silver obsidian and Almos aluminum alloy. It can withstand Star Destroyer-level attacks and has strong toughness that can withstand high and low temperatures. At 31 meters tall, there is no clumsiness at all. On the contrary, he can make various difficult postures in battle." Walter raised his head and looked at the ancestor with emotion, with strong interest in his eyes and the youth hidden deep in his heart. There was a slight restlessness.

"Your judgment is very correct. Black silver obsidian and Almos aluminum alloy are the materials chosen by Ms. Black Tower when she repaired me. However, my combat system still uses what the owner gave me when it was first built. Original Alaya Consciousness System." The ancestor slowly squatted down so that the fanatical fan in front of him who was wearing glasses and carrying a cane could see him up close.

"The original Alaya System... is really a work of genius... It is worthy of being the masterpiece of Mr. Jiang Fan, the father of Gundam. So far, no combat system equipped with Gundam can surpass the Alaya System, whether it is Haier The Moss combat system is still the Zeus combat system... It's hard to imagine that the Alaya consciousness system is still the technological crystallization of the last Amber Age." Walter pushed the frame gently and expressed his heartfelt emotion.

He must admit that Mr. Jiang Fan, the father of Gundam, is worthy of being called an uncrowned genius scientist.

Whether it is the Ancestor Gundam in front of us, which is still the pinnacle of mankind, or the original Alaya combat system equipped by the Ancestor, they are both products far ahead of this era. The greatest invention, worthy of the title of the king of modern robots.

He couldn't wait to communicate with Mr. Jiang Fan about the mecha. The burning youthful impulse seemed to have returned, and he felt like he was still young in a daze.

"So are Ms. Heita and Mr. Jiang Fan in the Golden Opera House?" Walter pinched his chin, and the restlessness in his heart began to burn.

"Ang, Jiang Fan was dragged in by the Black Tower. He must have been divided into three equal parts by now." Xing shook his head and sighed.

"Thirds? Is it a new term?" Walter was slightly startled.

"Uncle Yang, you don't need to pay attention to her, but in short, the situation inside is very complicated and dangerous. We don't know what to say...in short, it is very dangerous." March 7 shook his head lightly.

At this time, the door of the Golden Opera House was pushed open, and Heita walked out of it carrying the gorgeous purple-black sledgehammer with a cold face, but a faint blush could be seen on his neck.

"Hello, Ms. Heita, I am Walter Yang." Walter turned sideways and greeted Heita.

"Oh? I know you, the guy on Jizi's star train, what's the matter? My time is precious." Heita glanced at him.

"I would like to ask Mr. Jiang Fan if he is in the opera house? Can I take some of his time to discuss issues such as the ancestor and the Alaya consciousness system." Walter nodded.

"You should ask him this kind of question himself, not me. If you want me to answer you, then I don't have time." Heita passed by Walter, and paused when passing the ancestor, " The space station will stay over the planet Yaliluo for 7 days, and tell Jiang Fan not to wait any longer...and..."

".. Connect to the system of the space station, open the Ferris wheel in the laboratory of Chase Star, and ensure that there will be no accidents in the operation of the Ferris wheel. Well.. Even if an accident occurs, it must stop in mid-air."

The ancestor's blue compound eyes flashed, and his gaze was fixed on Heita's departing back. His tone was a little doubtful: "Ms. Heita, won't you stay on the planet Yalilo and get along with the master for a while?"

"I will give him time to clean up some of the mess in Yaliluo. I know him, and he will not stop here. At that time, all his time is mine, even the human beings. Compared to other idiots, existence, I prefer to enjoy some two-person world." Heita said without looking back, and paused again, "Oh, and don't forget to test the simulated universe."

Xing squinted his eyes and nodded sternly: "I'll test it, I'll definitely test it."

"The ancestor is right next to you. It's best to be careful what you say. I'm not sure whether Jiang Fan will let the ancestor throw you into space." Dan Heng glanced at her.

Walter watched the Black Tower's leaving figure thoughtfully, and pushed the frame slightly with his hand, preparing to walk into the Golden Opera House to discuss with Jiang Fan about the Alaya Consciousness System and the Ancestor's body structure.

But as soon as he took a step forward, he was gently pulled back by Dan Heng. He turned around and glanced at Dan Heng doubtfully, but Dan Heng just shook his head and said there are two more, two more? Are there two more figures of Ms. Black Tower?

Before he could ask his question, the door of the Golden Opera House was pushed open again, revealing two blond-haired women. Someone could be vaguely seen limping out in the dark passage behind them.

Cocolia's eyes looked around, and finally settled on Xi'er and Bronya who were standing together with Jeppard not far away, whispering, and nodded slightly: "Xie'er, Bronya, come here and help your father. Go back to the residence, he needs a good rest, you two have patrol duties tonight, so there is no need to come back."

Xi'er and Bronya were slightly startled. Do the Silver-maned Iron Guards have night patrol duties? Thieves also need to sleep, right?

"Mom, I... I want to be alone with my father for a while..." Xier pursed her lips and looked behind her mother.

She had vaguely remembered something. Although it was still a little blurry, it seemed that everything had come to mind. She remembered the father who was always busy in her memory, and the father who always said "next time". In her memory, her father seemed to be always busy and had endless things to do. There were so many documents piled up on a small desk that it made her want to sleep...

Bronya opened her mouth to ask something, her eyes were full of doubts. She wanted to ask her mother if she had admitted the wrong person, how could her father be so young, and he was obviously the one who rummaged through the trash cans and had a bad attitude when admitting his mistake. The man's companion, but before she could ask a question, a faint voice sounded.

"Xier, your father is already very tired. It's better not to disturb him today, Jeppard." Sylva glanced at Cocolia.

"Here!" Jeppard straightened up subconsciously. In his memory, whenever his elder sister spoke to him in this tone, it meant that her words could not be doubted or rejected.

"Bring your brother home, he needs a good rest." Xiluwa patted Jiang Fan on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow Jeppard back first, leaving Cocolia to her.

Jiang Fan remained silent and did not speak. He just let out a long sigh. He was worried about whether brother Sivaro was still alive. If Sivaro could still live strong, he would definitely bring two boxes of good engine oil with him. pay a visit to.

He accidentally glanced at the situation on the ancestor's side and found a man with glasses and a cane looking at him with interest and even enthusiasm. He subconsciously took a step back, only to find that the man was getting closer and closer. He looks more and more familiar. He looks like Yang Chaoyue. At first glance, he looks like a fierce man who is proficient in sit-ups.

"What...what's your name?"