MTL - Interstellar Fairy Tale-Chapter 55

It was the afternoon of the second day when Colonel Edgar woke up from a coma.

The red-haired Doctor Rosa pushed open the door of the ward, and the dazed Colonel was looking at the scale on the infusion bottle beside him, as if he had no idea why he needed this kind of thing.

"Lord Colonel, are you awake?"

Rosa put her hands in the pockets of her white robe, walked to the bed, pressed the blue button beside the bed, and a brain light board showing the current physical condition of Colonel Edgar rose from the table, carefully recording the numbers on it. The information, Rosa nodded, "Lord Colonel, you are just too excited and tense. You will faint after you suddenly relax after being too tired. You can recover after a few days of rest."

faint?

Colonel Edgar held his forehead, his memory was blank for a moment, and then it poured out like a tide, intertwined into a mesh of particle cannons and laser beams, the fleet caught in the enemy's line, the battleship that exploded, the fighter jet that rushed to the place without hesitation, exploded The dazzling light produced, Lord, who disappeared into the universe with the battleship, Apollo who drove a single fighter at the forefront, and...Hansen...

The ward suddenly fell into a terrifying atmosphere of silence, with only the occasional ticking sound from the brain light board in front of the bed.

Edgar bowed his head deeply, his eyes were blocked by his falling forehead hair, and a dull color flashed through his eyes.

Rosa sighed and left the ward without saying a word. After Rosa left, Colonel Edgar maintained the same posture and sat on the bed all the time without moving. The adjutant who came to visit him, as well as the fleet commanders who came to support him from Hercules, the capital of Mars, who arrived soon, were all turned away. Rosa didn't understand why she made her own decisions and lied that Colonel Edgar hadn't woken up yet. She just intuitively thought that Colonel Edgar at the moment didn't want to see anyone.

Maybe, except for one person...

However, the only possibility, the black-haired boy who had just reported to the fleet and went to the battlefield, is now uncertain of his life and death, and is likely to be buried in the universe. Rosa didn't dare to hold out too much hope, she couldn't deny her good impression of Colonel Edgar, and because of this, she decided to keep the news temporarily. As for how long she can hide it, Rosa is not sure.

The awakening of Colonel Edgar did not change anything, just as the arrival of the fourth, seventh, ninth, eleventh, and twelfth fleets could not truly compete with the Golden Empire cosmos fleet militarily. Of course, these fleet officers and soldiers who have not encountered the enemy fleet directly have obviously not really understood the horror and cruelty of those aliens. The Mars fleet officers and soldiers who have experienced two battles not long ago lost three outstanding fleets. After the commander, walking in the fortress, he couldn't have any goodwill and trust for these colleagues who had just arrived and didn't understand the situation at all.

"Maybe, I really should have died in that war..."

A surviving soldier of the Third Fleet leaned on the edge of the dilapidated one-man fighter jet. He lowered his head and looked at the soldier in his hand to identify the smart card. It was his close friend, a twenty-four-year-old youth who also served in the Third Fleet. The only thing left.

Lifting his head and closing his eyes, the soldier did not shed a single tear after all. He clenched the smart identification card in his hand, and the pain that the sharp edges and corners pierced through his palm made him realize that he was still alive.

Austin Soth stood on the teleportation bridge. After experiencing this battle, he has been promoted to sergeant and officially became a non-commissioned officer in the Mars Space Fleet. Since Apollo, Commander of the Third Fleet, Hansen, Commander of the Eighth Fleet, and Lord of the Tenth Fleet have all died in battle, most of the battleships of the three fleets have also been destroyed, and the fleet formation has existed in name only. Fortress Commander Terry considered In reality, the existing battleships and soldiers of the Eighth Fleet and Tenth Fleet of the Third Fleet were all incorporated into the Sixth Fleet, including the Sixth Fleet, the Third Fleet, the Eighth Fleet, and the Tenth Fleet. The warriors who escaped death on the battlefield, even if they were clustered together, did not make up the original size of a fleet.

Right now, it can only be so.

However, compared with other soldiers, Austin Soth had a more anxious thought, so he had to rush to see Colonel Edgar, the commander of the mixed fleet, as soon as he received the order. He didn't get permission in advance.

The teleportation bridge stopped in front of the military consultation room of the fortress. Austin walked down the teleportation bridge, adjusted his military uniform, walked to the door, knocked on the door, and the voice of Colonel Edgar came from the door: "Come in!"

"Report sir, Sergeant Austin South of the Sixth Fleet Fighter Detachment will report to you!"

Opening the door, Austin did not see Colonel Edgar on the hospital bed as expected. The tall man was standing in front of the window, leaning against the wall, with one hand around his chest and the other holding a small memory The device, the lid of the device opened, and a dark-haired boy held up a spatula with an impatient look on his face.

With a light snap, the lid was snapped, and the phantom of the black-haired boy disappeared instantly. Austin suddenly felt his breathing stagnate, looked at Colonel Edgar, and met a pair of clear eyes.

"Tell me about your purpose, sergeant, you should know that according to Mars army discipline, you shouldn't be here now."

"Yes, sir, I have a reason..."

The Golden Empire space fleet led by Harlan has returned to the artificial celestial body where Soran Edrich is. After stepping off the flagship, Harlan raised one eyebrow unexpectedly: "Your Excellency Giovanna?"

"Good day, Your Excellency."

Giovanna, who is dressed in a noble dress, unswervingly implements the old-fashioned etiquette of the imperial aristocracy in all details. Even if it is out of line with the environment, this stubborn man still doesn't care.

"Thank you, although I really don't want to say hello to you in this situation, but I can only ask your forgiveness."

For Giovanna, who is old enough to be his father, Harlan has courtesy respect, but this old-fashioned aristocrat really has no way to make the imperial princes led by Soran Edrich have a real sense of acceptance.

Perhaps, Giovanna, who is proud of being loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, will not care about what these young people think of him. On this trip, he is only to convey the will of His Majesty the Emperor, and at the same time, to convey the thoughts of Queen Yilan to him. His Royal Highness Soran Edrich, First Prince.

In view of the fact that the first prince stayed in the border galaxy for a long time and had no desire to return to the empire at all, His Majesty the Emperor was very troubled. Even if he favored the Grand Princess Aifu, Haini III still maintained a bit of wisdom in the choice of the heir. The glory of the golden empire can only be inherited by Soran Edrich, and others cannot bear the burden of the entire empire at all.

Greed is not unforgivable. In contrast, greed, which is unable to bear everything that comes from it and the responsibilities that come with it, is the most intolerable of Heine III.

Queen Yilan sees it very clearly, and most of the real power elders of the empire also understand this very well. The only ones who can't see clearly are the princess Aifu, who was overwhelmed by the emperor's favor, and the group of speculators surrounding Aifu. .

The arrival of Giovanna did not surprise Soran Edrich. He did not think that the raw ore of the Muse Galaxy was a good excuse. At least, in the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor, it took so much trouble, just for the sake of A few pieces of ore, some are too much of a fuss. If these ores are really so precious, wouldn't it be a quicker way to simply incorporate this galaxy into the empire's territory?

If there is resistance, and directly wipe out all the human beings in the entire galaxy, why waste too much time?

"So, Ida, you probably know our Emperor better than I do."

Soran Edrich stood up, walked to the teleportation bridge, and turned to look at Metz, who had been at odds with the old-fashioned nobles such as Giovanna, with a look of impatience and disgust on his face.

"Mez, it's up to you to receive Giovanna."

"Your Highness? You can't do this to me! Instead of facing that stubborn Giovanna, I'd rather lead a fleet to sweep a galaxy!"

"I can. So, you must obey orders."

Metz silently watched Soran and Ida walk onto the teleportation bridge and walked away. He had to think very darkly: Maybe His Highness was impatient to deal with that shy, cunning and sinister old man?

Shang Ping woke up from the dream, stretched his waist, looked up and saw Rochette with two rounds of dark circles hanging around his eyes, sitting against the corner with his knees, looking at himself for a moment. Being stared at by such a pair of unidentified eyes mixed with sorrow, Shang Ping's lazy waist was half stretched and retracted.

Well, he admitted that he lacked a little sense of tension, but it wasn't so bad that the handsome young man in front of him stared at him like he killed his father and an enemy, right?

"Lochette, you look like you're going to pounce on me and bite me at any time."

"What if I say yes?"

"Excuse me, please repeat? I just woke up, and my mind is not very clear."

"…"

"Lochette, always frown and grow old fast, be happy."

"What interstellar joke are you making?! We're captives now, captives! Are you happy?"

"why not?"

Shang Ping bent one leg, combed the hair in front of his forehead with one hand, and slowly put away the smile on his face: "At least we are still alive, you should be glad for this. Besides, the guy who caught us didn't intend to immediately Killed us, so you should be happy."

Compared to those comrades who lost their lives on the battlefield, they were much luckier.

Looking at Shang Ping, Rochette fell silent. He found that he couldn't see through Shang Ping, and he became more and more invisible.

Soran Edrich took a moment to watch the instant battle scene recorded by Harlan's flagship Brain Brain. On the screen, two single-person fighter jets were rushing towards the humanoid mech at an extremely fast speed, leaping in the air and firing laser cannons. , to finding the landing point, the whole set of actions was carried out in one go, especially the fighter jet with the eagle logo, the flight skills, the accuracy of the laser beam, and the angle of dodging the particle cannon, all were impeccable.

"Harlan, is that your reason?"

"Yes."

Although Harlan lowered his body slightly, he still had a natural arrogance, "His Royal Highness, I do not deny that this is because of my arrogance and negligence. However, after the humanoid mecha was destroyed, it was no longer possible to be on time. It is clearly unwise to waste time when transporting celestial bodies into planetary orbits."

"Well," Soran Edrich nodded and paused, his icy blue eyes looked at the single-person fighter jet frozen on the screen, and suddenly said, "You said, you captured both pilots. Living?"

"Yes."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I think these two guys, especially the one-man fighter on the right, have a great potential and quality to take their brains out, copy cells, or simply implant memories and make them work for you."

"so…"

The ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and Soran Edrich suddenly remembered the game-like battle he had seen not long ago. It was also a single-player fighter, which turned the whole situation around. Soran's mind overlapped.

"I want to meet this man."

"Your Highness?"

"Harlan, bring these two to meet me."

Soran Edrich left those words, turned and left Harlan's command cabin.