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There's only one fight, if you can't beat it, you can run away. "

"We've run long enough and far enough, Lavelle." He sighed. "And, again, I didn't tell you. You're really, really good at breaking things."

"No, it's not too late to say it now, although it's useless when you say it."

"I feel so peaceful when I'm with you," he closed his eyes. "It's amazing, isn't it?"

"Yes." Projection said.He couldn't see the projection slowly approaching him.Lavelle's figure was suspended about halfway above his height, leaning over as if he would give a kiss.

"You're close to me, aren't you?"

The projection was silent for a while, and said.

"Correct."

"It's amazing."

he said again.

"I'm just an AI, Highfield."

"I know where you are," he raised his lips, "I've always known."

"Hayfield." "Hush—"

He looked up.

"Go on, remember to kiss me."

"The voiceprint has been confirmed. Executor: Lien Richthofen Heinfeld. Execution authority: highest level.

"Nervous connection system activated—"

Just as he hoped.This kiss was extremely light, like a butterfly flapping its wings lightly—but it was extremely powerful, and the air flow from the beating was enough to support the whole body to fly.

"—I've been waiting for a long time, Lord Highfield and Lord Lavelle."

He opened his eyes.

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In fact, there is still a little bit of content in the first volume that has not been completed. I will finish it after the exam is over.

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Hyosung volume is a complete story, according to my pee, it will be very slow to write

The part sent out today was actually written in high school (.)

☆, 02

He felt that his body was shrouded in the sea of ​​consciousness. Whether it was connecting and assisting him during the battle, or relaxing his mind after the battle, this sea of ​​consciousness was like a gentle place, which made him feel at ease, and he almost fell asleep. Then he did a long sweet Dream.

What appeared before his eyes was not the vast universe where the mechs lived, nor was it a calm sea in the sea of ​​conventional consciousness.He opened his eyes, and Lavelle was sitting on a chair in the study of Highfield's house reading a book. He probably heard something, so he raised his head and smiled at him.

"...Ravel..."

"You're here." Lavelle didn't forget to put a crimson bookmark on it before closing the book - his one was cornflower blue, and they were often stuck in different places of the same book.

Under the setting sun, Lavel's body was coated with a blurred golden outline, which seemed to have a faint emptiness, as if it would shatter and disappear at any time.He hurried up, his strides were very big, and he almost tripped himself when he walked too fast.Then, he was supported by his arms by a pair of hands.His hands felt dry and warm through the cloth.

He is familiar with this force, like a hug.He held the other's wrist tightly, tears fell one step earlier than his words.

"Ravel..."

He lowered his head, his voice trembling.He gripped the hands tightly, whether it was straw or driftwood.He didn't raise his head to look at the other person's face. Even though he could clearly smell the breath of this person through the short distance of twenty centimeters, he still didn't dare to raise his head and take a look at the other person's face. Face.

"Hayfield..." the man said softly.Obviously since that rainy night, he only heard this sentence in his dreams, "It's me."

He finally hugged the person in front of him hard.

He was finally able to grasp an entity, and Lavel in front of him was no longer a translucent projection.He raised his head and reached out to touch Ravel's cheek.His movements were light, as if there was still a trace of hesitation and disbelief.The expression of Lavel in front of him was extraordinarily gentle, Lavel had almost never been so gentle, and even raised his hand, the palm of which was against the back of his hand, exchanging the temperature of each other's bodies.

But he clearly saw with his own eyes that this body was disintegrated by molecules, not even a single bit of flesh and blood remained, and could only be turned into a phantom under a beam of light.

"There must always be a way to cheat." This Lavelle smiled at him, "We are now in a state of spiritual connection, only the spirit is connected to each other, which means I let your nerve feel me, from the sea of ​​consciousness I will still project when I go out.”

"But you're here, aren't you, Lavelle?"

"I'm here..." His eyes were almost begging, Lavelle sighed and closed his eyes, "but I'm not here. Highfield, even though my consciousness is still there, I'm just a shadow now, You have to distinguish the difference between reality and the ocean of consciousness.”

Ravel took his hand lightly.

"Why do you always say such heartless things only to me?" He asked again with a wry smile.

This time Lavelle replied with a smile: "Because you are the only one who cares about what I say."

His Ravel, who only existed under the spiritual connection, was holding his hand and winking at him.

"Okay, there's no time to be sad about Highfield, there is still a tough battle to fight. If you can survive, I will tell you a secret."

Facing his suspicious eyes, Lavelle's expression became impatient again: "Go to work, artificial intelligence will not lie."

"You're not some artificial intelligence," he said. "You never will be."

Lavelle raised his eyebrows indifferently.

"What you say is what you say, now, it is detected that the interstellar missile is ready to launch."

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Heimold has been delivered, take it yourself

☆, 03

"It's my pleasure to serve you two again." The gray puppet rabbit bowed politely.In Lavelle's sea of ​​consciousness, even Edward has an entity.He stretched out his hand and could feel the softness of the flannel.

"I'm also very glad to see you like this, Edward."

Lavelle's AI rabbit is much more considerate than its owner. The artificial intelligence is considerate: "In the sea of ​​consciousness of General Lavelle, you can reproduce all the scenes he has experienced. Of course, the premise is that you have the general's authorization, but I don't think the General will refuse you, Lord Highfield."

"I'm no longer a general, Edward."

This person has an uncharacteristically good temper in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he didn't even make any sarcastic remarks about his archenemy who is currently chatting with an AI rabbit. He just corrected the wrong name of artificial intelligence.With a swipe of his right hand, Lavelle brought out a light blue window, which were the star map, the enemy's firepower analysis, and a series of parameters of the current mecha operation, just like a mecha pilot entering a combat state.

"There are some problems with my algorithm. I apologize to you, Lord Lavelle."

"That's right. I've already resigned, and I'm not an adult anymore. Let's call him Mr. Edward." He smiled lightly, and put his arm around Lavelle's shoulder.

Lavel in the sea of ​​consciousness is no longer wearing a military uniform. Lavel is wearing a simple shirt and light brown slacks.This spiritual connection system was made so meticulously that he could even feel the texture of Lavelle's linen shirt, which rubbed against his skin roughly, and there was a faint softness that he wanted to talk about.

But it seems that Lavelle's sudden change of temper is probably just his illusion.Lavelle didn't buy into his sudden intimacy, but seemed a little disgusted. He raised his arm to wave him away, but to no avail, he could only turn around and glared at him with those cornflower blue eyes.

"You can't say that." Lavelle sneered, "Even if he is not the emperor, this is still the head of the Highfield family."

"I'll work hard right now, Lavelle." His expression was very sincere. "Can you please give me the driving authority now?"

"To be honest, I don't really want to." Although he was not happy, Lavel quickly handed over the authority and connected the spirit net to the mech through the sea of ​​consciousness.

There was a beep when the two mental networks were connected, and Lavelle automatically switched to the co-pilot position, and he suddenly smiled.

"The last time you served me as a co-pilot was in Kurdenin."

"The mecha you drove like this last time is not as good as the one you are driving now."

Lavelle ignored his affectionate gestures, as always, with the coolness of a dutiful artificial intelligence.

"Speaking of which, is it true that your Highfield family really raised a group of violent elements?" The expression on Lavelle's face was both disgusted and teasing, "The mechs chasing us will soon have a reinforcement company, and now they still have to use Star-rated missiles are really not in charge of the family and don’t know how expensive they are.”

He replied with a smile: "You have resigned and still worry about the military expenditure for them, Lavelle."

"No." Lavelle raised his chin, "I'm worried that someone will ruin the wealth I saved for my subordinates."

I just said that I was pushed away by a booster for tens or hundreds of light years, but now I am not ambiguous at all when I talk about it.Lavelle directly opened the small "Dresden Shield" authentication program installed in the mech, but he never entered the password.

"Besides, the Highfield family also has mental workers, not every Highfield is like us..."

"That's a good thing." Lavelle sneered, "If everyone with the surname Highfield was like you, your good brother and nephew, the empire wouldn't have to work so hard to train a space force, and clone a division of Highfield to sweep There are still 300 years left for the universe to maintain peace."

The current head of the Highfield family is a character, and it would not be a disadvantage for the AI ​​to call him a lord.He cheekily said: "Thank you."

"I'm sorry to interrupt the conversation between the two of you. The launch of an interstellar missile has been detected. The best evasion solution for you is an emergency jump. Do you—" "Activate the Dresden Shield."

"—Consciousness sea certification passed, the authenticator: the warship 'Weather', with A-level authority, activate the 'Dresden Shield'."

"—Spirit Net docking is completed, and it is expected to withstand the impact in six seconds."

He squeezed Ravel's hand tightly.

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Pull out Bianhua/Gouzi to change a mecha

Draw out the other three that I don't really want (.) Not included one more

Pull out the repeated ssr review = dish = (super fierce)

Extract any sp

No shit, the third little deer boy, I'm sorry, I went to review and my mind collapsed

☆, 04

He squeezed Lavelle's hand tightly, and pulled Lavelle into his arms with all his strength.He felt that Lavelle had spent 90.00% of his scheming on him except for fighting in his life.This extremely simulated spiritual connection system can even simulate such insignificant things as the texture of the cloth, but it does not allow its core intelligence to honestly reflect the pain.

Lavel in his arms never frowned, like an artificial intelligence.However, at the moment of the impact, Lavel's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to tear open a crack, and he could see it at a glance——

"The impact here refers to the mental impact of the sea of ​​consciousness. Usually, it is an instant mental overload in the form of a battleship. Look at what the hell you are answering—Hayfield?"

Ravel folded his arms in extreme impatience.

"I took some time to review for you, and you are distracted here?"

He subconsciously smiled and said, "Laville, do you still need to review?"

"Do you still care about whether I want to review? Highfield, I really don't worry about the emperor and eunuchs. Don't you know what level you are?"

But these words are too familiar, like a subconscious answer.He suddenly remembered that this was not an answer, at best it was a memory flashback. Lavel was wearing the uniform of the Kurdenin Military Academy and only wore the warrant officer's epaulets, and was here to mark the key points for him in the afternoon of a certain exam week.

The climate in Kurdish Ning is pleasant in summer, and the petals of light pink flowers are blown off by the wind. The mountain behind the school is an excellent place to enjoy flowers.Lavelle showed distaste for his behavior of running to the hillside to review, but fortunately, paper books are almost extinct in this era, and personal terminals can solve most problems. Even without a desk, paper and pen, it is not particularly hindering learning, after all " Even if Highfield is thrown into the Royal Academy of Sciences, he can't read, and picking a place with a good view will help me calm down."

At this moment, Lavel lowered his head slightly and looked sideways. Lavel's bangs hung down to the bridge of his nose. If he didn't speak, he was still a young man who could be misunderstood and imagined.

However, no matter how soft the hair is, no matter how deceptively drooping eyelashes and blue eyes are, they can't hide the master's bad temper.Highfield was ridiculed by his roommate all afternoon, and he was not at all nervous about the final exam.He has always been at the top of mindless projects, more than enough to deal with his top student roommate who has always passed the passing line in physical subjects.At most, Lavelle could feel that he was about to move his hands and feet, but he had no time to resist. He grabbed his arm and dragged him back, and the two of them fell on the hillside together.

"I've been talking all afternoon, aren't you tired, Lavelle?"

He smiled and turned his head to meet his roommate's glare, thinking that these eyes were much prettier than the sky.

The "Dresden Shield" completely encased the entire mecha. This time, there were no scourge missiles, and the mecha could only release anti-missile interference.Lavelle's specially made mecha engine and defense system are inexplicably strong, presumably they have already planned to escape to the stars one day.He was angry and laughed, and through the sea of ​​consciousness, he saw that the "Dresden Shield" was like a transparent tide, transmitting the energy impact of the missile explosion outward wave after wave.This kind of small-scale protection reduced the load on the warship's mental network, and the crack in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared quickly, before he even had to look at Ravel's face in his memory.

"You don't have to be so nervous, Highfield." Lavelle said, "Now the mecha core carries my consciousness, and it won't cause brain damage."

He smiled bitterly, and before he had time to answer, Lavelle continued.

"I thought you should have come out of this shadow long ago."

"But spiritual connection can also liberate the mind, but it can never regenerate it-you once told me that if one day spiritual connection can be done...but you can't do it." He said, "I I can only reminisce about the past with you in the spiritual connection, but I can't create the future. ... Well, let's not talk about it, I just ran away along the way, Lavelle, do you have any magical weapons for me this time?"

Lavelle froze for a moment, as if he hadn't expected him to answer like this, as if he was a blind spot that artificial intelligence couldn't touch after the huge calculations, and no mathematical model could include him in it.

But Ravel quickly came back to his senses.As soon as the empire's unique intelligent module raised his hand, the armed situation of the entire mecha was presented in front of him.

"I prepared your usual 'God's Punishment' for you, and I also secretly obtained four modified 'God's Punishment' from the military department." Lavelle continued to meet his teasing expression, "Everything you look at, it's me Saved by myself. The rest of the missiles, including sixteen interstellar missiles, and the particle gun magnetic storm gun. Finally, there is a trial product I made according to your habits, but it is a melee weapon. If you have a chance to duel, you can have a test."

"I didn't expect that it would be my honor to let you develop a weapon for me one day." He pretended to bow, "Can I secretly ask what it looks like?"

"It's two swords." Lavelle said, "With all due respect, Highfield, if you talk nonsense with me, you won't have a chance to see what they look like."

The former emperor of the empire was chattering, and 28 missiles were launched instantly when the mecha turned around.In the flames of the explosion, the dark blue mech pulled out the God's Gun of Retribution, which is well-known in the galaxy.

The author has something to say: I was so angry at the spicy chicken game that I forgot what I thought about writing last night, so I quickly wrote what I remembered and went to review it

☆, 05

Fifty years ago, His Majesty Highfield signed a 50-year agreement with the Empire with General Lavelle after many negotiations with the Presbyterian Church.

The content of the agreement included that he and Lavelle, who was Colonel Lavelle at the time, would dedicate 50 years to guarding the peace of the empire as the emperor and the boss of the military department. Fifty years later, no matter whether the empire is thriving or suffering internal and external troubles, if these two adults want to resign, the empire cannot stop it in any way.

As the representatives of the empire, those who signed the agreement were the speaker at the time and the heads of the seven major families of the empire, except the Highfield family.The signing of the agreement was kept secret, needless to say in the council, and even the Council of Elders had no more than ten people who knew about it.

No one could have imagined that there was someone in this world who would have to kneel down and beg him to be emperor, and the signing of the agreement could be called the biggest scandal in the empire's century.The young Highfield bluntly said to the elders that the empire is nothing, and I don’t want the entire galaxy for free.

The emperor was rebellious, but fortunately his close comrade-in-arms, Colonel Lavelle, was loyal to the empire.His Majesty Highfield was bargaining with the empire, while Colonel Lavelle stood aside to watch the excitement, occasionally exchanging glances with the potential emperor.The old guy from the Presbyterian Church tried to interpret the brainwaves of the two after the meeting, and the machine buzzed for a long time and printed out two lines of conclusions that were less than fifty.

【Ravel, can you see it? 】

【Yes or no】

……

The huge empire bought by blood and fire was brutally rejected. If those alliance soldiers who were buried in the vast universe for love and justice heard about it, they might be so angry that they would come back to life and die again.

Although the world is full of wonders, such exotic flowers as Leon Richthofen Heinfeld are still rare species.He was born and died for the empire on the front line, and even his own brother who was willing to share half of his country was merciless. , he spread his hands and said that I didn't want to be the emperor, so I just beat him, so you can find someone else?

Colonel Lavelle, who was standing beside him, also smiled: "I don't intend to be the chairman of the military//committee//, please ask someone else to be wise."

But there is no turning back. The students who graduated from the bottom of the top ten military academies of the two empires, Kurdenin, have actually embarked on a road of no return ten years ago.

The dark blue mecha defense system is all open.The driver probably had no desire to survive, and plunged headlong into the flames of the enemy's formation.In the energy turbulence of the mixed mecha wreckage, the sea of ​​consciousness of the warship tightly wrapped the mecha.The mech pilot and his warship cooperate tacitly, and the operation is skillful and bold.The spiritual network spread by the warship along the sea of ​​consciousness briefly disrupted the connection system of the enemy mecha. The dark blue mech body turned and another 28 missiles were launched—this time with the assistance of the warship to accurately Aiming at the power core of the enemy mecha, the chain explosion even caused destruction at the level of an interstellar weapon, and the invisible "Dresden Shield" on the dark blue mecha unfolded again.

His mecha held "God's Punishment", and he shot eight times with full ammunition as he shuttled across the battlefield.

It's not like they haven't had such a fun driving before. At that time, they only had a teaching mecha named Feng Meigui, which could be docked with him after a lot of modifications.At that time, Lavelle was also his co-pilot, and when the mental net opened and enveloped him, it was like a night sky, so vast that it seemed to have no boundaries.

"You were not a warship at that time, Ravel."

He said.

At that time, Lavelle was not a weathervane, and he hadn't pointed to the unknown destiny like a weathervane, and then he took the lead and walked forward without looking back.

But he knows—he thought, only I know, only I know how much hesitation and doubts this person has had in his heart.Only I know that Lavelle is obviously such a rational and self-protective person, but in the end he grasped the blade of fate without hesitation.

Only I know.

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The collection suddenly increased again, I was so scared

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Half a chapter, I don't know when to fill it up

Surprised that I have also taken more than 30 credits this semester. I am not going to college, I am cultivating immortals

Tribute to the Teacup Goddess

☆, 06

"Hayfield." His warship looked at him through the countless pieces of data in front of him, "Are you still used to looking back now?"

He smiled, a little helplessly.He said, Lavelle, it's not that you don't understand me, I've always been like this, I always like to avoid the things in front of me, there is no way.

"That's why I always feel," his bad-tempered warship actually stepped forward and gently took his hand, "it's a good thing your mother taught you to be a little bit human, otherwise I must be fighting with you." Shot you the next day as a roommate."

Several missiles almost passed the mecha, and the pilot still had time to recall the glorious past with his co-pilot and his warship.He smiled distressedly, and there was a little joy hidden in his brows and eyes, all of which fell into the eyes of the artificial intelligence.

It is indeed a smart module tailored for him.Artificial intelligence can clearly monitor his breathing, body temperature, and every subtle change in his facial expressions.He simply didn't know how many mathematical models Lavel had built on these insignificant things to analyze his emotions to such a subtle level. He only felt that the tenderness suppressed by the creator of this AI seemed to have substance, from teasing him In every expression and every word of my face, there is overflowing that cannot be hidden.

"Thanks to my mother, without her, I probably wouldn't even have the chance to pursue you, Lavelle."

"Irresponsibility has formed a habit, you are quite proud, Highfield?" Lavelle looked extremely disgusted, "I have known that the lower limit of nobles is low, but I didn't expect you to have no lower limit at all."

"I'm already the one with the highest limit in this group, Lavelle."

This spiritually connected world was too realistic. Although he saw Lavelle's disgusted face, there was a slight smile hidden in the corner of his eyes.Lavelle's eyes are so blue, in his opinion, this smile becomes like a spring water gently rippling out, through the light and falls in his eyes.

He lowered his head and suddenly stopped smiling: "Lavel, why do you insist on doing this to me?"

Why does it have to be like this? Is there only one way and one solution in this world?

He took off his disguise and stood in front of the laboratory door.He has been in contact with mechs since he was sensible, and he is fully aware of what is hidden behind such a laboratory.Edward is an AI as accustomed to brevity as the master, without even waiting for him to organize his messy thoughts.It happened so suddenly that he hadn't been able to break free from the nightmarish scene during the three days of the return trip. He only remembered Lavelle's last glance, as if knowing that he would pass through an unknown distance of light years, but still determined To be able to look into his eyes.He didn't even have time to call out Lavelle's name, or shed tears, the sight was shattered into thousands of stars, and dispersed like the wind.

Edward's voice was extremely soft: "Your Majesty, this is prepared for you by the general before his death. He spent a long time here, and he entrusted me with two things to pass on to you.

"One is his laboratory, it's here, and the other is a recording, do you want me to play it for you?"

"Do not……"

He took a step back, leaning his back against the wall, and slowly bowed down.

"Open the door first..."

Due to the death of the previous owner, all the permissions of the AI ​​automatically belong to him.Lavelle's personal butler almost never questioned his master's orders, and he was also very obedient at this moment, silently entering the secret key for him.

"The last lock is a genetic lock, you need to scan your gene to unlock it. Your gene was scanned, and the scan result matches the secret key. Do you want to open it?"

He nodded slightly.

When the door was opened, the airtight laboratory was pushed into the air by the air pump at the same time, making a chirping sound.He clenched his fists tightly, his nails hadn't been trimmed yet, so they were embedded in his palms, and a thin streak of blood dripped down.

When the sound of gasping disappeared and everything returned to silence, he finally raised his head.

It was a dark blue mech.

He felt his eye sockets sore and swollen, he covered his eyes with bloody palms, raised his hair and let out a broken smile.

"You do this...

"You did this...for what? What are you trying to do?"

He couldn't even shed a tear, and he could only use his gentle and moving voice to question gently, as if expecting a ghost hovering over the laboratory to give him an answer.

But only the voice of the AI, this artificial intelligence nicknamed patpat has no entity, can only pat his head with a stubby arm through a beam of projections, as if he had patted a baby like this decades ago Childish soft blond hair.

"Now do you need to listen to the recording he left for you?"

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☆, 07

He frowned, staring at the projection of the gray puppet rabbit, pursed his lips again, and finally smiled helplessly: "What's the matter with your AI? Just like him, you destroy the atmosphere all day long."

"My personality data is completely set according to General Lavelle's preferences. If you need it, I can reset the data."

"No need." He shook his head, "Where is his recording, let me listen to it."

As he spoke, he stood up straight and walked into the laboratory.He walked very slowly, and the air in the laboratory was slightly cold, like the first snow in Kurdenin.

Artificial snowfall is a little bit less harsh in winter.He remembered falling asleep in the heating of the library and being woken by Ravel before closing.Lavelle's fingertips, which were always cold, pressed lightly against the back of his neck, and then woke him up from a light sleep without even needing to say a word.

He didn't know why Lavel's fingers were always cool enough, and he didn't know that Lavel occasionally looked at his side face thoughtfully.

During the snowfall, the mobile boxes were out of service, and they had to walk back to the dormitory.Army boots creaked happily in the snow.They had no umbrellas and no hats.Snowflakes fell on his head, and now and then in the gap between the scarf and his neck, refreshing him.

He had his hands in his coat pockets, and Lavelle held a notebook in the crook of his arm.In the snowy night, the surroundings were quiet, and no one spoke.

"Hayfield?"

Ravel's voice was like the wind blowing through the snow in the treetops.

"I'm so sorry. By the time you hear this recording, I'll be gone."

How could there be such a person, he thought.

"I'm sorry to add a weakness to you," such retro and old-fashioned love words are probably only spoken by Lavelle in the entire galaxy. Obviously, his mouth is always very poisonous and he has been together for so long. Learn his rhetoric. "So I'm going to give you back a pair of armor."

Such a willful, self-determined decision, like a lone hero.

"But I don't need you to be a hero, Lavelle."

His tears finally fell.

This is a mech specially made for you.Lavelle said.I know you still have heart knots, no longer willing to trust artificial intelligence.I thought for a long time, what should I do to allow you to receive spiritual connection again.

You are really a person who is too sensitive inside, I really can't help it, you are really, really too sensitive and difficult to serve.In order for you to re-establish trust with artificial intelligence, I decided to make myself into this artificial intelligence.

I definitely didn't intentionally self-mutilate, you probably don't know, my brain was severely damaged after that battle, and after asking for my consent, Dr. Nymph implanted a biochip for me.

After the war, I had a long discussion with Dr. Nymph.To be honest, she doesn't agree with me. Your sister really knows you very well.But I know that this day will come sooner or later, unless we have been working for the happiness of the people of the empire all our lives, we are not willing to serve this boss.

Sooner or later, there will be a day, you and I are very clear, but I have never regretted the choice back then, and I believe you are the same.You have always put a lot of inexplicable burdens on yourself because you can no longer drive mechas. I think if it wasn't because of me back then, you wouldn't have been vulnerable.

In fact, this battle has been going on for so many years. In retrospect, it is meaningless to say who is responsible.I know you don't like being the responsible person, so this time it's up to me to make the decision.

I will be the core intelligence of AI, and this core is completely composed of my own spirit and will.It's so technical that you can't understand it - just take it as me, and I'm here.

I leave the "weather vane" and my spiritual net to you, once the spirit is connected, you can activate it at any time.But I am different from the conventional high-level mecha AI. I have independent autonomy and you cannot interfere. If you need it, I will accompany you as a co-pilot.

This spiritual connection system relies on my sea of ​​consciousness. I still remember that when I was in school, my mentor was a perceptual person.In the first class, I told us—"What is the sea of ​​consciousness? To put it bluntly, the sea of ​​consciousness is your heart. Whether you want to use it to hurt people or protect others, it all depends on your heart."

If you still cannot trust this artificial intelligence, you can still trust the sea of ​​consciousness.This is my sea of ​​consciousness, and I know you will never be wrong.

To reward you for finally taking the first step after all these years, there is a surprise after the spiritual connection.

Forgive me for not being able to say the word you were expecting, I am not you, I really can't get tired of it, I thought about it and decided to say something else.

"Don't be afraid, Highfield," Lavelle said, "I will always be your scabbard."

☆, 08

The artificial intelligence sighed, and his expression was no longer disgusted, only helplessness remained.He felt his shoulders sink, and the warm breath enveloped his face, and Lavel hugged him.

Only in the sea of ​​consciousness can he think that the person in his arms is real, as if to prove to him the phrase "I am here", although his Ravel always repeats to him his dead words over and over again. fact.

This person has always been too rational, so he seems a little ruthless.But at this moment, after turning into an artificial intelligence, it seems that he wants to pay off all the tenderness owed in the past.It seems——it seems to wait for all the regrets to be made up before saying goodbye for the last time.

"Why do you worry about gains and losses like this? Don't you always feel the most secure?"

Ravel kissed his eyes.

"You're too gentle," his voice still had a trace of undetectable trembling—but the artificial intelligence could still detect it. "You're too gentle, and I feel guilty."

"That's daring."

The bad-tempered artificial intelligence shoved him away, folded his arms around his chest and raised an eyebrow.

"You have to be cruel to you to feel safe, right? I didn't see it, Highfield, you still have a tendency to tremble a little? You have to scold you to feel comfortable?"

This Ravel in the sea of ​​consciousness is so vivid at the moment, from the eyes to every subtle expression, it seems to tell him that I am, I am still alive, and I am the one who can only appear in your dreams from now on.He couldn't help it until he couldn't help stretching out his hand and gently pressing it on Lavelle's cheek.

"...You're endless." The bad-tempered artificial intelligence glared, "Do you have to wait for the defense system to be penetrated before returning to your senses? Or should I just deprive you of your pilot authority? Tell you, I have the qualifications. "

He finally laughed.

"What kind of artificial intelligence are you, Lavelle, you are too domineering and unreasonable. My mental threshold is very stable. Your operation is illegal."

When he smiled, his brows and eyes stretched out, his eyes crooked when he smiled, especially the end of his eyes were slightly raised, his eyelashes were slightly drooping and quenched with a layer of broken light, making him look extraordinarily beautiful.

"I'm different from that kind of AI, don't confuse us, Highfield." His warship raised his chin, "On this mech, if I want, my authority can even be higher than yours."

"Then I won't be thrown out of the mecha for being passive and sabotage... Lavel?" He asked tentatively and flatteringly.

"Try to talk nonsense again, and I will consider it."

While speaking, his mental threshold suddenly rose. The minimum threshold for a manned mech is 120. The threshold of the strongest mech pilot in the empire has reached the average level since his record, and at the same time, he is still steadily improving. "God's Punishment" was reloaded for the tenth time, and the place where the muzzle pointed brought out bursts of explosive flames.

At this time, a communication request went through heavy artillery fire to connect to the dark blue mech, and he connected it casually.A bust of Maurice Highfield was cast in the cockpit, and he frowned almost imperceptibly, flashing a polite, aristocratic smile.

Since there was no mental connection, Morris Highfield could not see Lavel's sea of ​​consciousness, and Lavel obviously had no intention of showing his face in front of the enemy, so what Morris Highfield saw was him standing alone in the mecha.

This younger Highfield, like him, inherited the family's paranoia through blood, and like his father, he was so paranoid that it was almost mistaken for a chronic illness.Coupled with the white hair and red pupils brought about by the albino gene that has not been washed away, it looks even more morbid.

"After chasing you for so long, it is really rude to have the first conversation with you now. I apologize to you, my lord."

Maurice Highfield bowed hypocritically, but instead of smiling, he waved his hand in a very magnanimous manner.

"You don't have to," he said. "You don't always like to greet people, so—" "—that's why you took General Lavelle away without saying a word."

"You have no right to call him by his first name." His voice was rarely harsh.Maurice Highfield lowered his eyelids slightly, as if he was listening to the words of the owner.The person under the projection nodded, with a sincere tone, as if he regarded his words as a golden rule. "I was rude, please forgive me."

He laughed, with a cool look in his eyes, and he just slightly hooked his lips.

"My Lavelle has always disliked my nonsense and nonsense." He seemed to deliberately stimulate the young nephew in front of him, "My Lavelle" read like a love poem, "What do you want to say? If It’s still the same rhetoric, we don’t need to waste any more time.”

"Whether it is the family or the military, it is said that your God's Punishment Spear can single-handedly defeat a mech master. Today I finally have the opportunity to experience your martial prowess--sorry, but it is difficult for me to change my language habits." Young Highfield He bowed again, "Actually, I have never been good at words, and I really don't have much new things to say, or if you are willing to tell me why you gave up your dream with my father all the time, I would be very honored."

Lavel in the sea of ​​consciousness sneered: "He can talk nonsense even if he is not good at words, has anyone drafted for him?"

He turned his head slightly - smiling lowly in the direction of Lavelle