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After the country, the war also began to move from the ground to the stars.

Space warfare was originally armed with warships, but genetic modification has cultivated a group of more powerful fighters for humans. The mechs used in space warfare are born with this group of special fighters and are specially equipped for this group of soldiers. weapons.

"The Highfield family is one of the seven founding families of the empire. They came to this position with the financial and military power of their predecessors. The Highfield family should be the first group of people who participated in the genetic modification human experiment during the Earth period. In the original space war, the contribution of the family was very large."

He poured another spoonful of jam on Lavelle's sundae in a serious manner, and pressed Lavelle's shoulder against his roommate's disgusted eyes, and the two sat by the window together.

"In my generation, even if I don't have any genetic surgery during the embryonic period, it is not surprising that I will inherit the family's enhanced gene for mental threshold. There are almost no members of the immediate family members of the Highfield family whose mental threshold does not reach 120 units. "

These words were too hateful, and Warrant Officer Lavelle, whose mental threshold had been lower than 80 units all year round, had an extremely indifferent expression.

The mental threshold of ordinary people is not high, and there are many people who are not qualified to have a spiritual connection with mechas in their entire lives.But among cadets, such cadets are even rarer than freaks with a mental threshold above 250 units.Like Lavelle, a warship that doesn't even have the qualifications to connect with the spirit of the mecha is probably the first since the establishment of the Kurdenin Military Academy.

His eyes were crooked with a smile, and from the corner of his eye he secretly watched Lavelle eat the sundae with a cold expression.Ravel stared straight into the air in front of him, looking sullen.

"This means that almost every member of our family was born as a weapon. In the early days of the empire, half of the generals were from the Highfield family.

"No one likes this, Lavelle. Sometimes I can't help but think that if I were like you, I could never have anything to do with mechs for the rest of my life."

he thinks.If he hadn't been born as a weapon of the family, neither he nor Lavelle would have come to where they are today.

It was like the nightmare left to him by Ludwig Heidfeld.He will always remember that before Turing's Holy Order pierced the Hammer Banshee's cockpit, Ludwig Heidfeld's words even contained a trace of shallow regret and sadness.

His eldest brother announced his fate in a martyr-like tone, "You are wrong, Lean, unless your bloodline is completely washed away, you will never want to cut it off.

"Not only can you cut it - I heard that someone is willing to be your scabbard, are you not afraid that you are too sharp, and no scabbard can hold you?

"Not only can he not restrain your edge, he will even cause his own destruction because of you. Rian, but you can't turn back."

To this day, he is still not sure whether this is a curse of hatred or a prophecy of despair.But he will always remember that when he was exhausted and killed his eldest brother whom he almost regarded as his father, his mental threshold plummeted due to violent emotional fluctuations, and he was attacked by the Turing AI at the moment when he was close to the lowest value of manipulating the mecha. Control, locked all his mastery.

And his brother-killing holy sword aimed at the black kite driven by Lavelle, and threw it out of the mech's hand recklessly.

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With the death of Ludwig Heidfeld and the complete annihilation of the four mech units of the alliance near asteroid No. 673, the internal and external troubles of the empire were overturned overnight, and the precarious situation changed suddenly.Therefore, this battle is also known as the Battle of Hyosung in the history of the empire.

And it was one month after the battle of Xiaoxing that he found that he could no longer connect with the mech.The Ministry of Military Industry had already sent him a message half a month ago, informing him that Turing had been completely overhauled, and the AI ​​personality data had been reset, which was almost the same as a brand new mech, so he could try to connect again.

Lavelle's brain nerve repair surgery and follow-up rehabilitation examination were also completed a week ago.After recovering, Lavelle was uncharacteristically patient, and spent a whole week tirelessly giving him psychological counseling, and finally managed to coax him back to the mental connection device.

"The people from the Ministry of Military Industry told me that if you need them, they can also change the painting of the mech for you to ensure that it looks different from the original one. Anyway, Turing didn't make any special appearance."

Lavelle and him walked side by side in the Mecha Research Institute of the Ministry of Military Industry, and there was no sign of any injuries on the surface.Modern medical technology is so advanced that most of the diseases and internal and external injuries can be cured by lying in the medical cabin, and it is also easy to save lives at stake.However, the brain nerves of warships are so precious that they cannot withstand the slightest damage. Once injured, medical AI must cooperate with human doctors to repair them surgically.

The doctor who operated on Ravel was his sister Nymph.This girl is probably the most deviant of the generation of the Highfield family. She is not engaged in the military, political and commercial industries, and she resolutely embarks on the path of a scholar.

"I still think about you, even if you can't trust artificial intelligence, you should trust your own sister, right?" Lavelle's expression was particularly helpless.Judging by the movements, his colonel probably wanted to roll his eyes several times but was forced to hold back, "These are trivial matters, and it's over in the past, but people from the Presbyterian Church came to see me recently."

Only then did he turn his head to look at Lavelle: "Well, they also came to talk to me."

"That's the same thing." Lavelle shook his head, as if he never expected it to be like this, "It's a prophecy."

He also smiled and sighed, but he didn't answer the words, and turned his gaze to the farther sky.

This move obviously irritated Lavelle, and completely shattered the patience of the young officer who was already on the verge of collapse.

Help him stick to the glass heart for a week, and accompany him hypocritically without complaint.Ravel, who seemed to be born with a little less good-temper than ordinary people, may have used up the gentleness he had accumulated for several years at this moment, and changed back to his usual fierce appearance, grinding his back molars and threatening: "Hayfield, I’m just recovering from a serious injury and I’m going to play Tai Chi with these old turtles. You’re lucky, and you still have time to be depressed here. I advise you to cheer me up and deal with the group of elders, or I’m going to give up now.”

"...Lavel." He put on a smiling face, "Save the child."

But Lavelle refused to accept his signal, probably because he made up his mind to be an emotionless killer, and only sneered: "I don't care, whoever saves me will save me if I save you."

While speaking, the two of them had come to the platform where Turing was parked.The Highfield family has fought for the empire for many years, and has trained a group of mecha engineers who specialize in serving the family.

Scientists don't care much about family power struggles, as long as their salaries are paid on time, so they don't care too much about Highfield's temper tantrum.Facing the new leader, the team leader was very respectful and invited him to the front of the connecting device.

Since the mecha has just been overhauled, there is no experimenter in the Ministry of Military Industry who can normally connect and activate Turing. The first connection of the mecha that only passes the data test must be done outside the machine.

Lavelle collected his broken patience, stood side by side with him in front of the connecting device, and held his hand.

Lavelle's palm was dry, and he didn't even express his disgust when he held his slightly sweaty hand.He turned his head involuntarily, and smiled quietly at his grumpy colonel.

"Connect it." He said.

It's just that his smile froze on his face, and when the subtle electrical signals passed through his cerebral cortex, there was a severe tingling pain, like a silent movie on a cassette, constantly repeating the scene of the Holy Inquisitor piercing the black kite.

He clenched Ravel's hand violently, as if only this, this was the only way to wake him up from countless nightmares.

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A lot of words have been lost, and the author of self-deception is online (.)

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He suffered so much for him, did Lavelle ever regret it?

He himself felt that his tone was too indifferent, as if he was telling someone else's story.Lavel, who was lying in the medical cabin, narrowed his eyes slightly.He saw that that look was usually a sign that Lavelle was about to get angry, but he said it anyway.

"Lavel, I regret it."

He whispered, as if whispering love words in a lover's ear under the moonlight.He said.

"Ravel, I'm scared."

The elder brother's prophecy came true, and it came true so quickly that he couldn't help but suspect that Ludwig Heidfeld had played some tricks.

Ravel opened his narrowed eyes, frowned, and looked at him.

He smiled softly, turned around and opened the curtains of the ward.The morning sun shone down, and his expression against the light became difficult to distinguish.

"I'm scared, Lavelle. Even if it's a trap he deliberately set up...to punish me...I also..." The sun was blocked by the clouds, and he just smiled at this moment, so the awkwardness in his smile Obviously. "I thought..." "You thought that by my side, you would be able to use your uncontrollable power to your heart's content without having to worry about it."

The eyes of the weak patient lying in the medical cabin were clear and cool.

"Or, do you even just regard me as another perpetrator holding you, or a careerist?"

"That's not true, Lavelle."

He immediately argued.But Ravel just rolled his eyelids and smiled coolly at him.

"Right."

How could this be the case.he thinks.

"How could this be?" Ravel murmured.

He couldn't help thinking, are we wrong?

Is it true that fate, which he always regards as nonsense, has set up an inescapable cage for him, and if he tries to resist, he will be punished by destroying his beloved?Is this what Ludwig Heidfeld wanted to tell him even if he died?

"I lost my mother because of it," he thought. "And now am I going to lose Lavelle because of it?"

Lavelle.He quietly looked at the people lying in the medical cabin.I haven't even had time to ask you what you mean by scabbard.

"I have a blind passion, if it is brought to me by love, if love blinds me, makes me hurt you, Ravel, I..." He couldn't help showing helplessness in his eyes, he looked at Looking at Ravel, hoping to get an answer.

The young officer in the medical cabin turned his head to look at him, his eyes were as clear as when they first met.Lavelle looked at him, was silent for a while, and said, "I'm sorry."

Carravel continued.

"You go first." He smiled immediately, and Lavelle quickly added: "I just finished the repair surgery today, I feel a little tired, and I want to sleep."

When he left, he suddenly remembered what his elder brother had said.

Unless the bloodline is completely washed away, there is no way to cut it off.

He stopped, turned his head, and looked at Lavelle's ward again.

"Blame me, I was too young to realize that you were also an extremist." Projection said lightly, "You thought you could cut 'fate', and because you were afraid that you could not control this power and hurt me, you chose to break yourself.

"The idiom of giving up eating because of choking is simply tailor-made for you, Highfield, you are such a clever little ghost." "Lavel...I..."

The general in uniform under the projection sneered at him.

"Should I praise you for being lucky or not? If I had known back then, I would have hanged you outside the battleship and traveled in space."

He struggled in a low voice: "Lavel, will you put on the space suit for me in advance...?"

"Spacesuits are for people to wear, what are you, Highfield?" The general under his projection gritted his molars, "You don't seem to think of yourself as a human being? As far as I know, don't you just Should a sword be held in someone's hand?"

Artificial intelligence doesn't need to take care of his body. He can't even use a reason to persuade Lavelle not to be angry at the end, so he can only honestly put his tail between his tail and be scolded.

But artificial intelligence doesn't need to take care of its body, and its emotions don't seem to get out of control.Like following the pre-set procedures, the core intelligence under the projection did not take advantage of the problem, and even the expression changed when the topic changed.

"In addition, Highfield, I also want to apologize to you."

Ravel lowered his eyes slightly and said softly.

"If I hadn't let you go, maybe everything would be different today."

He was about to interject when the AI ​​stopped him.

"But it's not this that I feel guilty about. Highfield." The dangling shadow sighed, "I only cared about my own anger at the time, and I failed to consider your feelings. I'm sorry."

After speaking, the artificial intelligence lowered its head and laughed again.

"Having said so much, I'm really afraid that you won't start it. I don't know if it will be useful to apologize to you."

There was a hint of a smile in the projection's eyes.

"Hayfield, are you really, really not going to try again?"

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Crying and writing [-] words to replace, bald and bald

Highfield is online, and I have worked hard for three days before I can't strangle him

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He replied subconsciously: "Lavel, I will be afraid if you are so gentle."

"..." The general under the projection was silent for about three seconds, then gritted his teeth with a smile and said, "Lian Richthofen Heinfeld, get out of here!"

But he didn't answer, just laughed.Although he pursed his lips, the corners of his lips were still curled up.His eyelids drooped slightly, not looking at the projection.It's hard to tell if he's trying to hold back his laughter, or his tears.

He seemed to be insane.Since Lavelle's death, he has become difficult to control his emotions, sometimes smiling, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes crying like rain on a calm face, as if wearing a mask of chaos.

But this time, no Lavelle would bring him into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"It's not impossible to bring you into the sea of ​​consciousness." The Ravel under the projection said in disgust, "But you have to activate the mecha, otherwise I can't use all the functions of the warship."

The artificial intelligence gave an impatient "tsk", as if it was very dissatisfied with his confused and distrustful expression.

"What's the matter with you? Highfield. You are the most annoying, you are the most glass-hearted, and you are the most suspicious person. I didn't expect that you still have such feelings for my sea of ​​consciousness?"

He laughed and retorted: "Lavelle, how can you say that I have a glass heart. Isn't losing you enough for me to react like this? Then you must not understand enough about you in my heart." Status. You are mine—" "Okay, okay, shut up."

Ravel under the projection interrupted his sticky love words roughly.

"Based on the behavior pattern, your precious nephew will be here in at most two hours. I will try my best to make it clear. Please use your precious brain to make it work faster."

"After I was in 'Hyosung', I actually repaired the brain nerves four times. This thing is too thin and can't be repaired in one go. Don't ask." Projection raised his hand to let him stop talking nonsense, "After the first repair, I have Came back to consciousness. Your sister came to see me in private."

Nymph Richthofen Highfield released the AI ​​monitoring in the ICU, and stepped into Lavelle's ward like a ghostly shadow in the dark.

She did not hide her identity from Lavelle, and before the crisp sound of her high heels hitting the ground disappeared, she greeted generously: "Good evening, Colonel."

Lavel had just woken up not long ago, but he responded quickly, and replied, "Good evening, doctor. You deliberately asked me to wake up later, do you have anything you want to tell me?"

She didn't answer immediately, but walked to the front of the medical cabin, flipped up the hem of her white coat and sat on the chair next to the medical cabin.The Highfields had always been beautiful.Her side face was immersed in the moonlight, and she deserved the name Ningfu.

"I'm here to tell you about your condition, Colonel." She said unhurriedly, "I'm sorry that your brain nerves can no longer be restored to their original state. Although it was the AI ​​Turing who used the 'Holy Tribunal' at that time, But the power is equivalent to my brother's personal control at the peak threshold state, and this level of shock will cause devastating damage to your mental network."

Lavelle nodded, but she didn't necessarily see it.She didn't look at Ravel, but kept looking at the moonlight outside the window.

However, she seemed to be able to understand Lavelle's reaction without looking at it, so she went on to say: "If you go through conventional repair methods, I regret to inform you that you will no longer be able to start the warship."

"I can guess." Lavelle said, there was a smile similar to Highfield's in his voice. "But you must have another way."

She was noncommittal, but finally turned to look at Ravel.Her face was so beautiful, but it was so similar to her brother that it was almost mistaken for Highfield dressed up.

"Why do you have to be a warship?"

"Is it all right to convince you?"

Ravel asked.

She nodded slightly.

"That's easy," Lavelle said, and she chuckled. "I don't have the rhetoric of your brother. I want to be a warship, not just for me, but for him."

"Your sister was convinced by me. She told me that besides the traditional method of repairing brain nerves, there is a brand new method, but no human clinical trials have been done, so besides her, no one else should know about this method, your precious nephew. Even less likely to have heard of it.

"Through the implantation of biological chips, most of the damaged and dead brain nerves were replaced with chips, but they could not replace all of them. Therefore, as a 'warship', my standard was a little worse than before."

Lavelle under the projection continued.

"She used the remaining three operations to implant the chip. This chip is equivalent to the new warship 'weather vane'.

"But apart from that, this chip has another function. It copied all my memories and recorded my thinking mode. Simply put, it copied my personality."

"But didn't the chip disintegrate along with your... body... Lavel?"

he asked softly.

The general under the projection blinked slyly: "I installed them all in the 'weather vane', put the 'weather vane' in this mecha, and the key to start it is on Edward. After I die, Edward will only Will listen to you."

"Ravel..." he said. "you this……"

"Shut up Highfield, you are the only one in the entire empire who has no right to scold me." The artificial intelligence is unreasonable, "I am not the kind of artificial intelligence that copied the personality of 'Ravel', all my ideology is stored in the 'weather vane' In other words, I am now Lavelle without a body."

The AI ​​looked at him.

"Hayfield, I'm right here."

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The dark blue mecha broke through many obstacles and tore apart the siege of the Northern Fleet.It annihilates enemy mech units at an almost unimaginable speed, like the goddess of victory reaching out to shake the balance of war.The flames set off the dark blue body of the mecha even more eye-catching. Its pilot is worthy of the title of the first pilot of the empire, and he has personally proved that "His Majesty Highfield alone is equal to a mecha master" is definitely not a false legend .

Although the first flight officer of the empire has been disliked by his generals all the year round, "Heyfield? Is there any other use besides good looks? - What is the use of good looks? You have hit the point, that is to be a flower ...It can be eye-catching." But everyone knows that this is just a unique way of flirting between the two adults-"After all, only General Lavelle dares to dare in the entire empire...and only the general can despise His Majesty. "

"Lavel." Judging from the expression on the legendary pilot's face, he didn't seem to be happy—or rather, he didn't have the joy of victory at this moment.

He went on to say, "You said that if my nephew didn't react like this and I handed over the throne, wouldn't the future of the empire be a bit worrying?"

Lavelle, who was in the sea of ​​consciousness, rolled his eyes at him: "Heyfield, although I know your face very well, but who gave you the confidence to make you say such a thing? This person is not me, right? "

His Majesty, the most irresponsible and idol-packed emperor in the history of the empire, laughed happily, but fortunately, he didn't continue to be shameless, but said: "He should have found you."

"He should have found me a long time ago." Lavelle said casually, "It must be because of your deliberate provocation that made him lose his mind."

Although it has never been made public, it is an open secret within the military that His Majesty Highfield has not piloted a mecha for more than 50 years.No matter how strong the number one pilot of the empire was at that time, he couldn't wipe out an elite mecha unit of the Northern Fleet in warm-up activities.And it is clearly recorded in His Majesty Highfield's past shooting records that each of his quick and large-scale kills was accompanied by the assistance of a warship.

Warship "weather vane".This warship belonged to the only general of the empire, Frederick Lavelle. Every kill record set by the first pilot of the empire after 2548 was accompanied by this warship.Therefore, whether it is their comrades or the hostile generals of the alliance, they all understand the meaning of "weather vane".

Although the general had been disintegrated under Maurice Highfield's gun, his consciousness was still like a lingering ghost, always entangled with His Majesty the Emperor, as if they had never been separated.

Lavelle's voice was faint, with a feeling that watching the excitement is not a big deal: "It's really wicked."

But he didn't smile, and his expression revealed a trace of coldness.

He said: "Just thinking about what he did to you and I think I'm just 'wicked' is pretty sweet too."

General Lavelle, who has always been regarded as the moral model of the empire, smiled with crooked eyes. Hearing this, not only did he not dislike him, but he even kissed him on the forehead abnormally.

"I don't really care about his life or death, so I'll leave it to you."

"I thought you would be the kind of person who repays evil with kindness, Lavelle." He moved his head forward and rubbed his Lavelle's cheek, which was gently pushed away by Lavelle.

"What are you talking about, are you sick of Mecha?" The artificial intelligence curled its lips and raised its brows, looking very disdainful of this statement, "I have never heard of repaying kindness with kindness. I only know that opponents have never Blood for blood, tooth for tooth."

After the artificial intelligence finished speaking, it waved its hand, connected to the interstellar public communication channel, and smiled slightly at Morris Highfield under the holographic projection.

Lavelle is a person with high moral standards under normal circumstances, but he can be as proficient as a Highfield in doing bad things.Facing the person who killed him, Lavelle even greeted him politely, his tone was calm, and he was actually a bit gentle like an adult who doesn't remember the villain's mistakes.

"Good evening, Colonel," said the AI.

Although he was not wearing a military uniform, Lavelle was dressed casually and stood in a military posture. From his point of view, it had an indescribable feeling.Lavelle’s military temperament is always reflected in his body posture even without the blessing of uniforms. He is too familiar with this feeling. It is like a symbol on Lavelle’s body, which almost makes him produce a kind of artificial intelligence in front of him. The illusion of a living Lavelle.

"Good evening, General."

Maurice Highfield's voice was cold and stiff.The only child of the 37th generation head of the Highfield family lived on an extremely cold planet far away from the capital since he was a child.Probably due to the environment in which he grew up, Maurice Highfield's personality is as cold as ice and snow.Coupled with his reticence and paranoia, he once said bluntly, "It is impossible for me and my nephew to have a common language. You can tell at a glance that there is a disharmony between us."

Ravel laughed.

He said it was a smile, but his eyes were slightly bent, and the corners of his lips were raised slightly.However, in terms of the image that Lavelle has always shown to the outside world, it is already very sincere.He thought, if I hadn't seen his expression when he was really happy from the bottom of his heart, I would think he was really smiling now.

"I should reflect. I didn't expect to have the opportunity to see you, but I believe my eyes more than holographic projections. General, you should be just something like artificial intelligence now."

"You should reflect, it was your misjudgment that caused you to lose your comrade-in-arms. Colonel Maurice Highfield, you have always been very smart, but you have never allowed yourself to break the prison in your heart." Lavel raised one corner of his mouth and shook Shaking his head, "Your father said that his younger brother wasted his talent, but in my opinion, this sentence is also suitable for you.

"You are wasting your intelligence—offend me, is this an endless cycle of your family?"

"It shouldn't be like this, Lavelle." He interjected with a smile, "Have I wasted my genius, you must be the one who knows best."

Lavelle glanced at him, waved him to shut up, and he smiled silently.

But the Highfield family seems to be exactly as his artificial intelligence said, due to the paranoid personality of the family members, they often fall into an endless loop because of their special obsession with a certain thing or a certain person-no matter how powerful they are, there is always a person who is full of evil. Achilles' heel of knowing.

His weakness is Lavelle, Maurice Highfield's weakness is his father.

"General, you are not qualified to judge my family."

"Really." Maurice Highfield's expression was like a piece of ice. He saw Lavelle smiled maliciously, turned his head and glanced at him, and said, "But I remember that your master told me 'la Well, you're one of our Highfields too'—is that so, Highfield?"

He nodded with a smile.

"If so, am I eligible?"

Maurice Highfield's frozen face finally broke through the first crack like the frozen ice in spring.Lavelle said unhurriedly: "Colonel, I have a good memory. I remember that you once told me that you wanted to kill me not only because you thought" Highfield abandoned him and me because of me. Your father's great dream, and because he killed me, he will suffer more—he will experience your pain of losing your beloved. Is there nothing wrong with this?"

He frowned slightly.

"You really did something wrong, Highfield." Lavelle looked at him and said lightly, "Look at you, you forced the colonel to talk so much."

"..."

After speaking, Lavelle blinked at him.

He burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry." He smiled and held Lavelle's waist. "So I have to apologize? Okay. I'm sorry, it's my fault."

When the communication was connected, what Lavelle connected Maurice Highfield was the picture in the sea of ​​consciousness.He felt that it was rare for Lavelle to act badly, and he should also show something, besides, he was already unable to control himself at this moment.Therefore, he embraced Lavelle and kissed his general deeply on the lips.

He winked at Ravel as he kissed.Lavel hooked his shoulder with his right hand, swung his left hand, and the mecha dodged to avoid the oncoming missiles.

"Okay." He heard Lavelle's vague voice, and touched Lavelle's lips again, "Don't make trouble."

"It's not fuss, Lavelle, it's insanity."

"Shut up Highfield, your cat's tail is going to be up."

He and his Lavelle were close together, and the two spoke in extremely soft voices, completely ignoring Maurice Highfield projected behind them, with no sense of morality at all.

Probably because I was worried that if I said a few more words, Morris Highfield's way of showing his presence was not an ordinary air-to-air missile.Lavelle pushed him away and straightened his collar.

"Excuse me, shall we continue talking?"

Maurice Highfield was very blunt and said, "I'm sorry, General, but I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Just as he was about to introduce himself, Maurice Highfield went on to say, "I don't want to talk to you either, Uncle."

"..."

Lavelle clenched his fist with one hand and covered his mouth with a muffled laugh.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether we talk about it or not. The Highfield family has never talked with their mouths." He stepped forward and looked at Maurice Highfield frankly, pretending not to hear the "fart" that Lavelle whispered.

Across the vast universe, he smiled coldly at his nephew who was often described as ice and snow.

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Highfield is really poor quality

but i like it

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Fixed a bit of BUG

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"Lian Richthofen Heidfeld, stand up."

The first scene in my memory is always the long sword in the elder brother's hand hanging in front of him, from which I can see my embarrassed face.

"Although the Highfield family is aristocratic, their family style is actually very rough. At first, only those with hard fists were qualified to speak. Later, they slowly began to play tricks, but this essence has not changed."

He said.

Before the child's body was unable to bear the physical load brought about by the spiritual connection with the real military mech, Ludwig Heidfeld gave him the most fencing lessons.

Thanks to the highly developed modern medical technology, Ludwig Heidfeld prepared a sharp weapon. From the second week of class, the content of the course was completely out of the scope of sports. Every time he felt, When the eldest brother stabbed with his sword, it was with killing intent.Therefore, even though Ludwig Heidfeld had been dead for many years, he could clearly recall the feeling when he was covered in blood and thrown into the medical cabin by his elder brother holding his collar.

"I understand and sympathize with your father's lack of love," he said before cutting off the communication. "I hope that by doing this, I will give you a little experience of your father's educational approach."

The dark blue mecha gripped the silver-white long sword tightly in both hands, ready to go.Hearing this, his artificial intelligence turned slightly sideways, without the slightest tension on its face that it was about to start a battle, and only pursed its lips and let out an inaudible smile.

The Highfield family did not have the etiquette before the duel, and the dark blue mecha instantly rushed towards Maurice Highfield.

But it couldn't wait for him to answer, the artificial intelligence suddenly raised its head vigilantly, and then said, "It's too late, your nephew moves faster than I estimated. Highfield."

The AI ​​looked at him.

"Is it because you people from the Highfield family always like to make me feel that I underestimate you? Forget it, it's my fault." Lavel under the projection sighed, "That's how it is, Highfield, I You need to start the mecha, only you have the right to start it, and then I will drive it."

He wondered, "Lavelle, when did you give yourself driver permission?"

Lavelle gritted his teeth: "This is the hole card I specially prepared to prevent you from becoming a monster. I really underestimated you, Highfield, and there is no one in the entire empire who is more difficult than you... Tsk, stop talking nonsense, what are you doing?" Not starting?"

"What happens if I don't start it?"

he asks.

After Lavelle turned into an artificial intelligence, his temper improved visibly to the naked eye. He didn't even get angry when he heard his answer like this, but just smiled lightly and indifferently.

"I know you don't like making choices, and I don't mind being the one who makes the decision. But Highfield, I can't always be the one who makes the decision for you."

The swaying projection gradually became transparent, as if it was about to disappear into the darkness again at any moment.

"I've been ready to accept all your choices since I decided to become your mech intelligence core. Highfield. Since you don't want to, I won't force you."

He suddenly reached out to the projection.

"—Ravel!"

But he still couldn't catch that person, no matter how many times he stretched out his hand, he would fail again.He seemed to have run out of luck.This time, no Lavelle would hold his hand.

He paused, then clenched his fists suddenly, and suddenly smiled.

"Lavel." He said, "You are really going too far. You clearly said that no matter what decision I make, you will accept it, but in the end you are still threatening me."

The artificial intelligence did not speak, its eyes were unfocused, and it remained expressionless for a few seconds.Then, as if the switch was turned right suddenly, he gave him a narrow smile.

"Heyfield is a little slow to react." Lavelle said under the projection, "This is the last time. I will push you, this is the last time."

Most of the lab's equipment had been dismantled, and his sigh echoed over the empty room before throwing up his hands in surrender.

"Does it have a name, Ravel?" He looked at the dark blue mecha.

The artificial intelligence shook its head: "No, you can call it Bpatpat if you don't mind."

"...I don't mind, Lavel." He said quickly, and blinked at the artificial intelligence under the projection. "According to the habit of naming the mech after the core intelligence, it should be called Lavel."

Lavelle showed an indifferent expression: "As you like."

"But I don't want to." He shook his head, "Leave it blank for now, Lavelle, activate the mecha."

"—Voiceprint verification passed."

Under the projection, Lavelle stretched out his hand to stop the gray puppet rabbit, and this patpat stopped making a sound and returned obediently behind Lavelle.

"The gene lock is activated, and the key is confirmed." The artificial intelligence's fingertips touched his lips, arousing a slight touch, "Certifier: Lean Richthofen Highfield, the highest authority is activated, start .”

This unnamed mecha has been disliked and questioned by its pilot, and the first battle was still unmanned, which is so miserable that it doesn't look like a top mecha.

It didn't get the first driver it had planned.But he could still feel the emotion that the suit's designers poured into it when the suit's intelligence core activated it.

Not once in the past 50 years has he piloted a mech again.

He once conducted a spiritual connection with a B-class mecha in a military laboratory with Lavelle serving as the co-pilot for docking assistance, and successfully drove the mecha outside the atmosphere of the capital star to conduct a A man-machine simulation battle.But he didn't expect that it was Lavelle's initial docking data collection for the mecha in front of him.

The designer of this mecha copied the connection environment at that time. He was in the cockpit of the mecha, as if he was standing in the familiar laboratory again. his hand.

"... Lavelle." He couldn't help but was glared at by the artificial intelligence with driver authority, and said, "You don't have a chance now, Highfield, stop talking nonsense."

"General. The Northern Fleet mechs have been detected, but the number cannot be confirmed for the time being. The number of enemy troops has been confirmed. There are 50 A-class mechas, 1 S-class mecha, and none B-class mechs.

"The codename of the S-class mecha has been confirmed, the mecha 'Shasu'. The identity of the pilot has been confirmed, the pilot Maurice Highfield."

"really high