The tool man is being targeted by the hero [Quick time travel]

In the cockpit, there were constant beeping alarms, and the "Lion Eagle" had accelerated to the extreme, but the bright red encirclement on the map was still getting smaller and smaller.

But Gene still used a persuasive tone, saying urging words: "Think about it, Luther, it would be great to join the Empire. The Federation is the source of all evil that oppresses you. Why did you fail so badly in this battle? Have you ever guessed why?"

Luther looked up at the void, his cold and empty eyes already knew the answer, and he knew this cruel reality better than anyone else.

"Have you ever wondered why the reinforcements have not arrived? Until the First Army was annihilated, everyone in the Federation was still gathering like silly birds. No one knew about the war on the border. Who do you think has the ability to hide this from the entire Federation? ?”

Angus suddenly raised his head and muttered, "It's Solomon..."

"The group of old bastards in the Federation have never sent anyone to support the border. They all look forward to the death of Stuart's Patriarch, and they all hope to use our empire to get rid of you. You still work for them? It's so sad. .”

The painting's expression froze. He knew that the Federation was not stable. The Stuart family seemed to be the dominant family in the past ten years, but in fact it was only supported by Luther. Such a big family, there are indeed people in the Federation who can do it.

For example, the Solomon family, which has always been against Stuart, and the top ten generals of the Federation, Solomon has now won four alliances. If Luther dies, the position of the first marshal will lose, and Solomon will occupy the magpie's nest, and the Federation will definitely change. .

"It seems that you really don't know. Those old bastards have spread the news of your sacrifice everywhere. The Stuart family has been forced to acquiesce. What's the use of going back now? Luther, in the eyes of the Federation, you Already a dead man."

Both Luther and Angus' faces changed slightly. They naturally formed a faction in the Federation, but now only Luther's sister Catherine is in charge of the family alone. If Solomon directly used force, the consequences would be disastrous.

"So, Luther, come back with me, stop doing stupid things," Gene whispered like a devil's chant, "The little thing in your left hand must be making you uncomfortable, how about I take it out for you?" ?”

Luther could no longer speak, and closed his eyes with a pale face. He used his willpower to resist the severe pain spreading all over his body, and kept Gene's voice out. Everyone knew that it was worse than death to fall into the hands of that demon of Jean, and they would rather fight to the death.

The encirclement circle of the enemy army has been formed, and the "Lion Eagle" has no choice but to dive down. Before firing, Gene wants to capture alive. Such a teasing encirclement makes people upset.

Luther's condition was getting worse and worse. Huawen didn't know what Gene had put in his left hand. If he dragged on like this, his life might be in danger.

Huawen just wanted to turn off Gene's conversation announcement, and the man started singing again, his voice was artificial, and he pretended to be affectionate, disgusting: "Luther, my little master, you are the only one in the Federation One person, I will always be with you in the empire, even if you are disabled, it doesn’t matter, I will save your life, no one understands you better than me, I will always love you..."

Huawen's hand holding the joystick was suddenly clenched, his veins bulged, and the irritability in his chest soared into the sky, and he burst out directly: "I love you, you big-headed ghost! Is there such a lover! Tossing people to death, you Is it mentally handicapped?!"

No one thought that the picture text, which had always been gentle, could not help cursing. Angus was stunned, and Luther, who was unconscious, opened his eyes, looking at the picture text in surprise and surprise.

"You...!" Gene choked with anger, "Who are you?! Why are you in Luther's mecha?!"

"I'm your uncle!" Huawen spat, without any delay in the operation on his hand, pressed the accelerator key hard, opened the forts on both sides of the "Lion Eagle", flipped and sprayed backwards, with a deadly impact All of a sudden the speed increased by more than three times.

Gene didn't give up, and immediately wanted to fight back: "My love doesn't need others to beak! What are you..."

"I'm really nothing," Huawen clicked on the map and quickly scanned the route that can break out of the encirclement, and replied without looking up, "but if I love him, I will give him the best things in the world , I will always think about caring for him, loving him, sharing all his unhappiness, and not letting him get hurt, this is the duty of a lover."

Luther opened his eyes wide, staring at Huawen's back.

"...not like you, who regard possession and playing with you as love," the picture text swept to a red dot on the map, set the coordinates, and said to Gene lightly, "So, stop talking about love, you This kind of idiot is not worthy at all, shut up."

The conversation announcement was turned off, and there was silence in the cockpit, except for Luther's more rapid panting. After setting the coordinates in the pictorial text, it switched to automatic driving, and hurried to Luther to check his situation.

"How is he?"

Angus shook his head silently, hesitant to speak.

Click on the pictorial text to check Luther's vital signs, all the data are red, and he has weakened too quickly, as if a person who was still alive at one moment, will be like an old man in the next moment, and is about to reach the end of his life .

However, Luther kept looking at him with his eyes open, as if saying that he would die without regret.

Huawen has been holding back his emotions, checking his left hand with blue veins, the unknown toxin has soaked through his left arm, and is eroding away towards the nerves.

Until he saw his slightly dilated pupils, Huawen couldn't help but get red eyes, clenched his left hand and put it on his forehead, closed his red and hot eyes tightly, and the blood from the forehead dripped on the side of Luther's face .

He didn't expect to leave so soon, and the person who left was not himself, but this son of luck who had always worried him.

"What the hell is this?" Angus asked desperately.

The picture text wiped the blood that was about to flow into the corner of the eye, wiped it off together with the tears, and touched the palm of Luther. A tiny hard lump exuded a dark color, dyeing the blood vessels in the entire palm dark black, and the muscles followed. Shriveled and shriveled, like the hand of a ten-year-old man, it has lost its vitality.

[Master Instructor, there is an electric wave emitted by the locator inside, which cannot be detected before it is triggered. The child of luck may have noticed the discomfort the day before, but he did not notice it. 】

His temples were swollen and painful, so he could only say in a muffled voice: "Probably Jean implanted a locator that emits neurotoxins. It is difficult to detect it at ordinary times. It has a distance limit like a collar. It may exceed a certain range. Start playing tricks."

"Then now..."

Luther couldn't speak anymore, but he didn't move his other hand. He picked up the dagger with all his strength and handed it to Huawen.

Huawen took the dagger in a daze, exchanged a glance with Luther, his heart tightened suddenly, and he understood the determination in the other party's eyes in an instant.

"Really...do you really want to do this?" Angus looked at the picture text uneasily.

"...Well," Huawen replied in a low voice, swallowing the sobs in his voice, and raised the dagger, "General Angus, please hold down the sir."

Angus said anxiously: "Is there no other way?!"

"All the muscles in his left hand are necrotic, and the toxin will kill him immediately. There is no other way but to cut off his hand."

Hua Wen forced his heart to become cold and hard, but when he met Luther's gentle gaze, he still couldn't help but choked: "Don't...don't look at me, sir, you...close your eyes, soon It's...it won't hurt very much."

"Lionhawk" is still dodging the pursuit bombs, the cockpit is in a mess, he can't find the medical kit, only a little bandage and hemostatic agent are in his pocket, even if there is anesthesia, he can't wait for it to take effect, after a while of severe pain Shocked, Huawen held the dagger with his hands covered in cold sweat, not daring to tremble a bit.

Luther finally looked at him with firm eyes, nodded slightly, and closed his eyes.

Angus supported Luther's shoulders, stuffed his sleeves into his mouth to prevent him from biting himself, and looked up at the picture as well.

Huawen didn't speak anymore, took Luther's twisted left hand, prayed silently, untied the medical bracelet and tied it to Luther's right hand, strangled the left arm blood vessel with a bandage, and then pressed it under his knee, Draw a bloodstain on the upper wrist, hold your breath, without any hesitation, raise the knife and drop it——

Blood splattered, accompanied by Luther's violent convulsions, Hua Wen ignored the blood splashed on his face, threw away the dagger and quickly applied hemostatic agent on the wound, during which Luther didn't make a muffled grunt other than twitching.

Angus couldn't bear to look at it so much that he turned his head. He couldn't draw and write. No matter how painful his heart was, it was so painful that it was torn apart along with the wound, he didn't dare to look away.

Pulling off the bandage and dressing it quickly, the three of them were in cold sweat, and Luther was sweating like a waterfall.

At this time, the only thing Huawen can be thankful for is that the sharpness of the laser dagger will not let Luther suffer too long the pain of cutting flesh and breaking bones.

I don't know if the picture text is comforting myself or Luther: "Okay...the blood will stop soon, bear with it."

Luther half-opened his eyes, his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle eye due to the severe pain, and his entire pupils seemed to be white. He might not be able to see anything clearly, but he still instinctively turned his head towards the picture.

"Sir... If you are too tired, go to sleep. It won't hurt after you sleep." Huawen murmured in despair. He could only wipe Luther's sweat, and tremblingly picked up the severed hand that was still bleeding , opened the hatch, and threw it into the vast universe.

What a beautiful hand, slender and powerful, so light and flexible when holding the dagger to teach him how to play, like a swimming elf, the warmth and softness of the palm, but now it is gone, cut off by him ...

Barely suppressing the feeling of dizziness, Huawen turned on the optical brain, and Luther's vital signs barely recovered, but it was still not optimistic. Without proper follow-up treatment, just the infection would kill him.

But now... Enemy ships from all directions surrounded them, and even the bombardment stopped. It was like catching a turtle in a urn, watching the "lion eagle" fall into a ridiculous dead end.

Suddenly, the cockpit shook abnormally, as if there was a suction pulling the "Lion Eagle" to shake.

[Warning, an unknown wormhole appears ahead!Warning, an unknown wormhole appears ahead! ]

There was a harsh beeping sound from the driver's seat, and he turned his head abruptly. A dark blue wormhole like the mouth of an abyss appeared in front of the "Lion Eagle". It was a dangerous unknown wormhole that seemed to be fused and collapsed.

The encirclement is getting closer and closer, and the wormhole, which is as dangerous as a black hole, is about to come. The choice of fate is at this moment.

[Whether to enter the wormhole random transition? ]

Huawen looked at Luther, and he glanced at him with his last sobriety in a drowsy state, and both of them knew it well.

"I agree to enter, and the defense mode is at the highest level." After Huawen gave the order to "Lion Eagle", he returned to Luther, knelt aside and looked at Angus and Luther.

All three smiled in relief, Angus sighed with some regret: "I haven't told Catherine yet, I miss her very much, I hope she can forgive me."

"Madam will definitely feel it," Hua Wen smiled, turned to Luther who was half lying in Angus's arms, and said softly, "I have never tried... to face death with you, this time, Treat it as something new."

Surrounded by the enemy ships of the empire, the "Lion Eagle" rushed towards the wormhole without hesitation. Everyone was stunned, as if they didn't want to live anymore.

In the cockpit, Luther was still unable to speak, and he raised his right hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to touch Huawen's head. Huawen leaned over and vaguely saw him muttering a word, and the cabin shook violently. A burst of white light strikes——

The picture text only vaguely understood the two words "I" and "you", and with the loud sound of the mech breaking and smashing, everything was swallowed by white light in front of my eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, "Lionheart" plunged into the huge hole in the abyss, and was instantly swallowed up by the bursting white light. The wormhole seemed to have swallowed a peerless delicacy, excitedly fluctuating light patterns that twisted time, and then The huge mouth was closed, and suddenly disappeared.

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The early morning birdsong was crisp and melodious, and the warm light shone on Huawen's body. He couldn't help stretching, turned over and wanted to continue to take a nap in this comfortable environment.

"Wake up...Little slob, the sun is drying your ass."

A soft female voice rang in my ears, warming my heart like the spring light in March, making Huawen feel so comfortable that I don't even want to get up.

The woman was helpless, and continued: "If you don't get up again, the young master won't take you to see the big mecha."

"Big mecha?" Huawen closed his eyes, and the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong, "Young master?"

Suddenly, he stopped, because he heard his whispering voice, which turned into a child's voice like a silver bell.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Huawen stood up with a jerk, and the surroundings were no longer the cockpit of the mecha, but a small and cozy bedroom, the windows were wide open, and outside was a garden with singing birds and flowers, and a beautiful woman was smiling Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him tenderly.

Huawen was shocked for a while, looking down at his small hands like dough balls, his legs like white rabbits, the mirror beside the bed showed his tender face after waking up, a pair of watery grape eyes, and the rest of his facial features were fine. Surprisingly small, just like a six or seven-year-old porcelain doll.

Is this... a child? !