Ultra-dimensional Warfare

Inadvertently, a dazzling group of light suddenly appeared on the horizon.

The moment the light ball, so bright as the sun, appeared, it attracted Camus, who was watching the little girl with long cyan hair.

"That, that is... a colonial satellite?!!!"

The fireball that pierced the sky, the billowing smoke that almost concealed the entire sky, and the huge artificial column slowly rolling in the raging flames.

This familiar scene is not unfamiliar to Camus.

The only unfamiliar thing is that this colonial satellite that should have stayed steadily in space is dragging a billowing flame at this moment, falling from the nine heavens to the earth.

The terrifying scene immediately made Camus a little panicked.

After all, he has not experienced this scene before.

"Boom!"

There was a roar from the sky, and after the huge colonial satellite drew a straight line above the sky to cover the sky, it fell towards the far horizon.

Until, in the distant horizon rose a huge light, and the sound of music can be heard shaking the sky.

"The colonial satellite has fallen?!" Camus looked at the clouds scattered by the violent shock wave above the sky, and could not help but remembered some stories about the One Year War mentioned in the underground magazines he had read.

"Difficult, can it be said that I am now a year before the war?"

Suddenly, when Camus was shocked by the fall of the colonial satellite, a closer roar and a strong shock followed by a fierce attack on this peaceful small town.

"Boom!"

The ground shook, the house collapsed, and the panicked crowd rushed out of the house frantically.

On their faces, there was panic.

In their hands, there are objects that subconsciously want to protect when danger comes, as well as the hands of relatives and children.

"This, this is an earthquake?!"

Unlike the panicked crowd around, the violent earthquake did not have any impact on Camus, and he couldn't even shake Camus' body.

It's just that Camus, who was born from colonial satellites and grew up as a human, has not experienced an earthquake that is undoubtedly a legendary deed for the inhabitants of the universe.

Somewhat bewildered Camus could only see the panicked crowd running by him back and forth, falling down, struggling, and cries for help.

At this moment, Camus heard a voice. Although the voice was very slight, Camus could immediately recognize the owner of the voice.

That was the little girl with long cyan hair before.

As soon as Camus took a step, the surrounding environment changed suddenly. Camus came to a ruin. Behind Camus, there were collapsed houses.

"Are you OK?"

Camus turned a blind eye to the houses that had collapsed and began to show signs of fire. In his eyes, there was only one person.

The little girl kneeling in front of the ruins blankly.

The little girl's expression was dull, her eyes were blank, unable to react to Camus's hands swinging back and forth in front of her eyes.

It may be said that Camus's existence is just an invisible shadow to the little girl and even to other people.

"How could this be?" Camus became more and more sure that the little girl in front of him was probably Feng, but he was not sure whether the world he was in now had the mysterious phenomenon of backtracking in time.

"Fuck!"

There was a sound of footsteps.

"Hey! There is one more here!! Hurry! Take her away from this dangerous place!"

Camus breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he saw the two figures not far from the ruins.

However, the little girl sitting sluggishly in the ruins reacted differently.

As soon as the two men in fire suits approached her, the poor little girl suddenly jumped up from the ground and ran towards the other side of the ruins without looking back.

The change was so fast that even Camus, who was standing next to the little girl, had no time to react.

"Hey!! Wait!" Camus just turned around, and the surrounding environment changed again.

Ruins, still ruins.

However, the little girl who could only sit in front of the ruins with a dull face not long ago has become ragged at this moment, wandering around the ruins feebly, looking for all the food that can be swallowed.

"enough!!"

When Camus saw that the little girl picked a piece of bread out of a ruin and was about to put it in the mouth to swallow, he finally couldn't help reaching forward and holding the little girl's hand.

Because Camus clearly understood.

Beside the bread, there is a decomposed cat carcass. Such bread is absolutely impossible for humans to eat! !

However, no matter how Camus shouted or reached out to stop her, she couldn't stop the little girl who had reached the limit of enduring hunger from swallowing the bread that had been contaminated with some corpse water in her hand.

"Do not!!!"

Seeing the little girl's satisfying expression because she was finally full, Camus's heart suddenly felt like an invisible wound was cut with a knife, and it was heartbroken.

"Why!! Why!!! Do you want to treat her like this? Why?"

Camus knelt down beside the little girl and beat the ground hard.

In the painful cry of Camus, the girl who had just gotten a stomach just wanted to stand up and leave here, but suddenly covered her belly and knelt to the ground.

"Crap! It's the bread!!"

No need to ask, Camus already knew the culprit.

However, no matter how Camus shouted or tried to pick up the little girl, the result was the same as before.

He can't do much at all.

In vain, she watched the little girl rolling on the ground in pain.

This heart-wrenching feeling has been entwined in Camus's heart for a long time, and it hasn't dissipated for a long time.

In this helpless and desperate onlooker, the surrounding environment changed again.

The little girl who seemed to have been relieved from the pain did not know where she found a pair of scissors. She was sitting on a dilapidated bench in the middle of the park, trying to see if the scissors in her hand were sharp.

"Difficult, is it?"

As soon as Camus saw the scissors that were sharp enough to pierce the little girl's fingers, he subconsciously rushed to the little girl again, trying to prevent the little girl from doing stupid things with the scissors.

however,

The silly things Camus imagined did not happen.

The sharp scissors didn't pierce the little girl's heart, but cut off the little girl's long cyan hair.

"Jing! From now on, my name will be Jing!"

After cutting off the long hair, the little girl threw the scissors and the long hair in her hand into the pool of the park, and left the park without looking back.

"Jing? Is this your name?"

Looking at the dry and neat short cyan hair and the still immature but familiar figure, Camus finally determined the identity of the little girl.

Jing is Feng.

Not long ago, Camus met and fell in love with the girl.

After confirming the little girl's identity, Camus also settled his mind, followed the little girl's footsteps, and watched step by step what the little girl had experienced after falling from the colonial satellite.

The chaos in the chaos of war,

Sinister refugee camps,

The dark and dirty streets,

Good-looking human traffickers,

There is also the weak heart that keeps trying to open up, but is constantly betrayed.

All this, everything, Camus saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and it was even more painful.

He hates himself very much now.

Why, when Feng suffered a betrayal, he couldn't rush up to give her a warm embrace, and could only watch all this happen?

Seeing a little girl who has lost all her memories and can only rely on her survival instinct to survive in the chaos of war, she continues to suffer.

"Major! Is this possible?" Camus raised his hand to catch his heart firmly. "If it weren't for a god, how could I have witnessed and experienced Feng's past with my own eyes?"

With Camus's onlookers, Feng suffered countless betrayals and began to abandon himself. He was finally arrested by the police because of a conflict with an unscrupulous group, and was finally placed in a reformatory.

In this regard, Camus was not comforted by the fact that Feng, who had experienced countless calamities, was finally able to get a place to stay.

Because, he knew that the next step might be a turning point in Feng's life.

In UC0085, even though Feng was very cautiously living in the reformatory, his inadvertent display of outstanding potential attracted the attention of the Curaure Institute, one of the Earth Federation Forces New Anthropological Institute.

Feng was taken to the Village Rain Research Institute.

At this point, the anger in Camus's heart was ignited again.

Feng was not saved.

Instead, he fell into a darker and more terrifying hell.

Drug control, as well as the family members arranged to stimulate Feng's new human potential.

All this is a lie.

But Feng was addicted unconsciously.

This time, Camus did not yell or scream, nor did he rush forward to prevent this from happening.

He watched calmly, watching all this happen, until Feng took a transparent cylinder from a scientific researcher who couldn't see clearly, and boarded the Spirit Gundam.

"Are these all your memories? Feng."

Camus murmured as he looked at the paused picture in front of him.

"Yes. This is Feng's memory, and it is also my memory."

In the faint, a whispering cold voice sounded.

Camus turned and looked over.

Snow-white short hair, snow-white dress, and those familiar eyes.

"phoenix?"

Camus asked.

"It's me, not me."

The snow-white woman came to Camus gently.

"Camus. I didn't expect you to be here. You shouldn't have come here. Feng, is no longer there." The Xuebai woman's expression did not fluctuate, as if she was telling a plain thing.

"What? Feng isn't there anymore?! You?! Are you not Feng?" Camus was taken aback, and hurriedly stepped forward to catch the Xuebai woman's hand.

However, he encountered the same thing as touching the little girl before. His hands couldn't touch the snow white woman at all.

"The phoenix is ​​me, but I am not the phoenix." The Xuebai woman looked up at the sky above her head.

"Camus. Feng, is divided."

When Camus heard it, he looked up subconsciously.

Above the sky,

A huge eyeball with a beast-like vertical pupil was looking down at the world.

"That, that is!?"

Before Camus could be surprised, he was surrounded by a sudden sense of weightlessness. Then Camus found himself quickly wrapped in darkness, and could no longer see the snow-white woman and the huge eyeballs overlooking the world.

In the dimness, Camus heard Feng's sigh.

"Camus, I love you! Kill me!"