C6 Blood-red

Murderous! In front of him was a wide, triangular bridge that gave off a strong aura. From the clothes of the inner members, the uniform of the right side of the spacesuit bore witness to the identity of the mercenary association.

In this place, they did not have the usual undisciplined and egotistical look, but instead seemed to have been strictly controlled by the military. Each and every one of them was sitting upright, and their hearts were unperturbed as they focused on what they were doing, but from the direction where they were looking from time to time, from the panicked looks in their eyes, they could tell that the source of this aura was the real reason for the silence.

The black robe covered his body, the white mask covered his face, and the raspy voice blurred his voice. He was the only captain on the ship who could cover himself like a befuddled fog.

Apart from the small screen on the seat, a clear space appeared within two meters of the seat. Even the vice-captain Enya Guias, whose seat was exactly two meters away, had a clear line in the space between them, but the cold killing intent spread rapidly from the center to the surroundings. No one dared to complain or even utter a word; no one dared to face her emotionless killing gaze, even if it was an unforgiving stare, because it was a nightmare that they could not erase from their memories.

The tame wolf finally withdrew his false appearance, and the plain commercial cargo ship was suddenly stained with a deep, dark purple, almost becoming one with the dark universe; on both sides of the ship, the image of a red wolf slowly rose up, coincident with the projectile, silver as a hungry wolf's claw, looking forward to the pleasure of piercing the enemy again. On the combined deck was the perfect image of a blood-colored wolf: eyes full of killing, fangs dripping with blood, wolves of aggression and ferocity, wolves more perfect in their bloodied form, leaving behind only the merciless brute.

Artillery barrels surfaced, missile loads, door openings, body ejections, standard C Class PT, the same long-range sniper rifle, almost at the same time reaching the target point, barrels pointed at the enemy bridge in front of them, in groups of three, the 15 PT's arranged in a pentagonal formation in front of the ship, the dark barrel's front end was already filled with white-hot energy, the driving finger was already pressed against the button, all that was missing was a command, and then, as usual, as soon as the button was released, several beams were simultaneously replaced by a burst of white light. Who the enemy was, and what the mission was, didn't matter to them. Understanding that the enemy in front of them was one they had to eliminate was the only thing they needed to know.

It should have been like this... The left hand that should have been swung, the orders that should have been issued, froze in the air, choked in the throat, the machine-like, cold-blooded man, the rationally unfeeling man, hesitated for the first time; the nearest Enya could even feel his left hand trembling slightly in midair, as if suppressing with all his might the bloodthirsty soul that was about to escape from its confinement!

(I am...) Hesitation...)

(Take over that guy's trust...) Disclosure of their whereabouts... Watching coldly from the sidelines... Why did it come to this …? I... However, I hesitated … Why... It was obviously for the sake of killing him … He had already made up his mind … Why am I... Me.)

No matter how he tried to convince himself, all the love that he had once felt, all the time he had spent together, were sealed in his memory, sealed within his heart, unable to be wiped away, unable to be extinguished; although the Shura was ruthless, ultimately unable to cast away the only worry in his heart, all the ruthlessness, killing intent, ruthlessness, being tightly locked up by the chains of morality and conscience, the remaining conscience, gradually rising killing intent, two completely different emotions, began an intense battle in the dark room. This not only represented the survival of the imperial army, but also represented the transformation of the Shura.

"Everyone, the target is the Empire's flagship Golden Winged Lion. Scatter all around, fire!"

The hand has been swept down, the cannon has been fired, the last of humanity has been abandoned, and finally the heart of stone remains. Fifteen PT's are fired at the same time, a blinding beam of light, tearing through the tranquil void, shattering Rotor's extravagant hopes, just as he had promised himself when he first discovered that he would not be tied down by emotion, but would become a true king.

Is this your choice?

"Dodge! Left full rudder! Everyone get ready for the impact!"

As if it was letting out a wail, the Golden-Winged Lion, in an extremely impossible situation, forcefully turned the exhausted ship by ninety degrees. As if it was letting out a wail, the Golden-Winged Lion, in an extremely unlikely situation, forcefully turned the tired ship by ninety degrees, unable to withstand the pressure and burst the auxiliary engines on both sides of the ship.

Flames ignited the glorious totem; gales swept away the frightened; red lights blazed, the narrow passages were filled with panicking people, life was lost, and the despair of watching their comrades be sucked into the vacuum before their eyes; death, the grief of their comrades' charred bodies, the soldiers who had never shed a tear, wept for the unstoppable truth.

From the narrow view of the bridge, Rotor could see death unfold before his eyes, and he, who had once proclaimed himself as "seeing soldiers as family and friends," could not help feeling ashamed of himself. They did not have to die, they all had happy, perfect families, and death was not a terrible thing, but they died without tears and blood, with unspeakable sorrow and unspeakable guilt, and now he was just a captain, and a god could be a captain, and calm was his only performance.

"Activate final state of alert! All the non-combatants boarded the escape ship immediately. After a time limit of 360 seconds, all of them retreated! Give up on the ship. "

The abandonment of the ship symbolized the end of the road, symbolizing complete failure. Zee stared at Rotor with astonishment, trying to find a hint of a joking expression on his face. How could the invincible General Chang Sheng be so easily defeated? This battle should be the same as usual. All of this was just a trick or two to lure the enemy over. Very soon, Rotor would reverse this situation and once again create an impossible victory! That's how it should be …

"Are you kidding? "Uncle …"

Rotor didn't reply to Qi Si's words. Instead, he continued to give out orders.

"There's not much time left, we can't afford to delay any longer! I'll have to trouble you to take care of these 360 seconds. Make sure everyone leaves safely … "Don't make unnecessary sacrifices."

The vice-captain gave the most rigorous military salute, his eyes giving off the same glow as Rotor. No, not just Rotor, but all the people on the bridge had the same look in their eyes, that was fearless, that was fearless, that was fearless, that was fearless of life and death. Even though this ship was on the verge of complete silence, it was unable to extinguish the passion in their hearts.

"Uncle, if you answer me, everything will be fine, right? Answer me! "

"Please, Uncle..." "Tell me …"

Even if it was just a lie, the young princess only wished to have a temporary safe haven so that she could forget about the tragedy that was happening in front of her and forget about the sadness in front of her. Even if it was just for a second, let her escape … Let her forget... Let her not be sad...

Rota gently stroked her head and a rare benevolent expression appeared on her face. Like a father, she consoled her crying little daughter softly, full of doting affection.

"You should grow up, Kiss."

After saying that, Rotor pulled Qi Si's hand and quickly walked towards the cabin door, ignoring the pain in Qi Si's voice. His father from a moment ago had become a strict father, and he had lost the last bit of his love.

The flashing red light, the surging fire, the different people, the different thoughts, the end of the war, what exactly did it leave behind?

The blood that floated in the air kept gushing out from the lifeless body, dyeing the sky blood-red; the scattered machines carried with them arcs of electricity and sparks as they carried out their final mission; the short one hundred meters of passageway was filled with sounds of death and despair, filled with the destruction of hope and the beginning of pain, even for the strongest person.

Looking at the familiar face, brilliant smile, along with the fading of life into a gray and gloomy face, how can not shed tears of condolences? Not to mention a royal princess like Kiss, who was so delicate and did not lose sight of the world.

What was war? Before this, this was only the text in the textbook, the story of the storyteller, the source of the monarch's achievements, the standard for the promotion of the army, from Rotor's steady voice, a great and brilliant battle, death, an essential element in the story, a means of drawing in the audience, a means of feeling, a sense of tension, excitement, for her, a story of excellence, a lullaby of dreams before sleep; but what was all that now taking place before her? Why did it make her so sad?

Not long ago, these valiant soldiers had been people who were easily fooled by her, and every time she found them flabbergasted, she couldn't help but laugh. It was them who accompanied her on this extremely boring voyage, even if she never said it out loud, her heart was filled with gratitude, this was the right thing to do … Why? Why did it become like this? As she played with Cairo's hands, she could not help but spit it out. Her grief turned into tears that kept flowing out. This was a nightmare. This must be a nightmare.

Qi Si closed her eyes and curled her body, tightly covering her ears. She didn't listen, didn't look, didn't think. Only by doing so could she completely forget about this cruel reality …

"How much longer do you want to stay on the ground? Stand up!"

Rota's voice did not wake her up and her eyes were hazy with tears. She said to Rota as if she was in a trance,

"Uncle …" I must be dreaming, right? "All of this was just a dream, right?"

"Qi Si …"

"Uncle, answer me!" "All of this is not real, right? They didn't die, right? Tell me, is this all fake, Uncle?"

The loud explosion interrupted their conversation, symbolizing the continuation of the crisis and the continuation of the war!