Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Marseille had a dream.

That dream is a nightmare and a beautiful dream.

Sweet and painful, warm and terrible.

Contradictory and difficult dreams will eventually come to an end, whether or not willingly, Marseille also ushered in a dream wake.

Consciousness regained control of the body little by little, and various kinds of information began to flow in. Noisy and noisy, mixed with the voices of various greetings, wailing with the mechanical operation sound of quickly injecting lubricating oil, rubber and metal mixed together, the smell of burning, the smell of disinfectant water and blood, the erratic light and shadow, irregular Vibration and sway...

All kinds of information are mixed together, and a brain can't help but talk, and the already bloated head has a hunch that it will burst in a flash. It wasn't until a dozen seconds later that Marseille sorted out a few things.

The field of vision is blood red. This is a sequelae caused by a long period of high motor overload and staring at the CG picture. The sight seen in the bloodshot eyes is not only very blurred, but also the angle of view is very narrow. Although it is barely possible to see the outline of things indistinctly, it is impossible to recognize what is. The remaining five senses are in very bad condition, like tinnitus, stuffy nose, and throat are burning. The worst condition even makes him think for a while that he may be dead, waiting for trial and punishment in hell.

He did not die, nor did he go to hell. At least there will be no angels in hell, and no angels will lend their legs to sinners as knee pillows.

"You better close your eyes for a while."

Some awkward voices came from above the head, inexplicably calm for a while.

"In human organs, the most direct and most damaging organ of gravitational acceleration is the eyes. The slimy stuff filled in your body does not know how much you can alleviate the damage. It can be flicked by that acceleration, and your eyes flicked out. Not surprising. The most important thing for you now is to rest my eyes as much as possible."

"...I lost."

Closing his eyes honestly, feeling the tender touch from the back of his head, Marseille spit out a very frank conclusion.

No unwillingness, no pain, very simple acceptance of the facts.

It's like seeing a critically ill patient with a critical illness notice, with the open-mindedness and stubbornness of "finally coming", and facing the fate indifferently.

For Marseille, this is no different than declaring yourself dead.

The sensors and recording devices of "Salamanda II" transmit his every move to the rear base all the time. He does not have any chance of exposure to the defeat.

The education and propaganda he received has always told him that the empire takes precedence over everything. All the people are part of the empire. Before you love yourself and your family, you must love the empire. It is a supreme honor to be able to contribute to the empire, and vice versa is garbage that has no value at all. When the empire entrusts you with a task, you should do your best and complete the task at all costs. This is the duty of the empire.

Failed twice in succession, and the next time the emperor personally set a special case for him, handing him the glorious task and precious body to him, and the result was still a shameful defeat-not because of external reasons, but because of himself, in victory At the ready, failure was incurred.

How the empire will deal with a loser who has solid evidence of treason, and his family... Marseille did not dare to think about this kind of thing.

"Are you worried about your family?"

"Do you think I'm selfish, I have already killed people, and even want to kill you... I still remember the safety of my family after being rescued."

"It's really selfish, it's a coward bastard."

"Yeah, cowardly, and not afraid to go bad completely, it's really an asshole."

"but."

Both hands gently stroked the teenager's tearful face, and his fingers wiped away the tears like a spring. The strict voice of "Nightingale" fell.

"Anyway, it's a pass. If you really started at that time, or if things are so troublesome in this field, you still become a hopeless scum. Scum bets on the lives of myself and a ship, I will probably regret it all my life."

It was unclear whether the scoring criteria were strict or loose. The teenager who covered his eyes with his hands burst into tears while showing a bitter smile.

After all, people have to rely on.

Now, he finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

After letting silent tears and sobs flow on his face, Marseille opened his eyes slowly, looking up at the girl and asked:

"What happened to the exchange."

Although he was still worried about his family and the future, after calming down, Marseille thought of the exchange meeting for the first time.

Whether the exchange meeting is successfully held and whether the terrorist attack is launched according to the scheduled plan will directly determine whether all their previous actions have been successful or not, and will greatly affect the future direction.

"The exchange meeting was successfully held and the bomb did not explode."

The tone of "Nightingale" was so disappointed that he could not see the joy of completing the task and the pleasure of returning to the empire with color. If you do not listen to what she said, you might think that the operation ended in a big failure~www.readwn.com~ The operation did indeed succeed, and it is still a rare victory of the "Liberty Army" in recent years.

The battle between "Salamanda II" and "Adrian" lasted a total of five minutes and three seconds,

In that "just five minutes", the two belligerent parties tried their utmost to fight each other. This battle, which is so small that it can be easily put into a pocket, is simply unimaginable by ordinary people. It has compressed the technology, tactics, strategy, struggling, consciousness, and life of both parties into five overwhelming violence. minute.

Three hundred and three seconds after the battle, the "Salamanda II" ceased operation, and the "Adrien" also happened to enter a range where the electromagnetic pulse was enough to affect the exchange venue.

The empire underestimated the technical capabilities of the republic. The electromagnetic pulse generators put into use this time were stronger than they estimated. The "Adrian" did not need to break through the second line of defense at all, as long as it broke through the "Salamanda II" Into the effective attack range of electromagnetic pulse, they have already won. So after containing "Dendrobium" and "Salamanda II", "Yadrian" pulled up at full speed and dropped an electromagnetic pulse generator.

A device as big as three carriages started the countdown device at the moment of breaking away from the hull. When the "Adrian" completed a series of maneuvers such as lifting and turning, the ignition device on the inside of the device was activated at the same time. Crashing and compressing inward, as a burst of electric arc passed through the outer shell, the white light covered the entire airspace.

At that moment, all the members on the "Adrian" were extremely convinced that they had completed the task, and everyone was cheering and shouting for victory.

however--

The next moment, the whole world "changed face".

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