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MTL - The Sword of Galaxy-~ chapter 11
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It turns out that the more you don't want to see someone, the easier it is to see him—Dean thought so when he saw Gavin at the Guwu drill.
The internal ranking competition has been going on for a week. Dean, who has just advanced to the semi-finals after several rounds of hard work, is under great pressure. Before going to sleep, he wants to come to the martial arts field to relax his muscles. Some senior senior students have their own single room on the training ground. Dean passed through the outer hall and was about to go to his own single room. Suddenly he was attracted by a corner of the outer hall.
It was a battle between two students-they were all wearing tight protective clothing, all-in-one headgear and goggles. One was obviously a senior student from the figure, but the other couldn't see much.
The weapons of these two people are impressive. Senior students have an Axel alloy long knife. This material can be sold at a high price because of its hardness and scarcity. Iron is like mud—it's really like mud, it can easily be inserted into the steel and stirred 360 degrees, and when pulled out, there is not even a mark on it.
The other half-length saber is full of red gold and the blade is extremely bright, almost dazzling one round at a time. Dean has no time to look at its material, because the swordsman moves too fast. Although the figure is thin, it has great power. Each attack is solitary and fierce, almost pressing the opponent like a storm.
The situation on the one side quickly divided the winners. The senior students couldn't resist it. The left branch was right and the left was awkward. Suddenly being picked in the wrist, the long knife came out and flew straight in the direction of Dean!
This might have been the case for most people, but Dean's first reaction was to pull his sword obliquely, and immediately open the sword.
Just in this flash of light, before his wide sword was completely sheathed, I saw the red gold dazzling light burst into the air. "Dang!"
"Snatch!" Echoed for a long time, one long, one short, two knives chopped into the wall, and at the same time did not reach the handle!
There were not many people in the hall, but at the same time there was a panic sound of panic.
"Bottom!" The senior student pulled off his hood, and said in a stern gesture, "Admire admire! Little brother is terrible, Marine?"
The victor did not answer, only walked to the wall and pulled out his army knife.
The enthusiasm of the senior students was not interrupted: "You are too good at it. I haven't seen a few of you better than me in the mech team-oh, Dean? You are here too, sorry for me Did I almost hit you just now? "
Dean recognized the classmate of the Mech squad and nodded his greetings: "It doesn't matter Taylor. Who is this?"
"I don't know, what is the name of the little-brothers who are randomly arranged in the system? What's the name of the younger brother? It looks like you should be lower in grade.
Dean stared at the winner, faintly feeling a little familiar, but the full-body protective suit with a hood and goggles was unrecognizable.
Maybe a freshman in the marine system? This year, there have been a lot of extremely powerful masters in fighting department. It is said that several have been booked by the Royal Guard ...
"Will you play against me?"
Dean asked this remark completely subconsciously, and the winner hesitated for a moment, swinging his sword down.
This is a rather conservative etiquette. Dean's eyes brightened, and he pulled his sword out of the sheath in an instant. The wide sword body uttered a "call", and then the sword collided with Jinshi cross-excitation, making a loud bang!
"it is good!"
Dean gave a loud sigh, and suddenly backed away, Kuan Jian slammed **** the waist of the freshman. The new lightning stride between the electric light and flint was close, and almost came to Dean face-to-face, and then stabbed into Dean's heart silently and silently!
Taylor burst out. "Be careful!"
Dean turned back quickly, and the attacks of both were missed at the same time. He thought that there must be a few hard-hitting collisions, so he immediately fought back with a sword, and unexpectedly, the freshman did not retreat completely. He took a spin against his body and wiped his back with a knife.
Good direct killing trick!
Dean was startled, avoiding the blade with his head up, and saw the red light flash from his own eyes-this is quite thrilling, if there is no protective clothing, even half a second later, his neck has been cut open Already.
so fast! Dean flashed this thought in his heart, and then suddenly pulled the sword body, the wide sword's advantage in melee immediately showed, and hit the newborn's back fiercely.
The hit was quite strong this time, and the new student groaned, suddenly drawing a knife to block the sword edge that came next. It was said that sooner or later, Dean suddenly turned into a stab, and the sword tip was immediately sent to the newborn mask: "--It's over!"
"ended!"
Dean was shocked when he heard the sound, but it was too late: at the same time as the freshman spoke, he leaned back and swept sharply, sweeping Dean, who was close to 1.99 meters tall, to the ground, followed by a wipe With his face pierced into the ground!
——Three moves!
From the shot to the end, there were only three correct moves!
Dean lay on the floor, staring at the saber clinging to his cheek, his heart utterly shocked. This killing move is too straightforward. The first strike is to stab the heart, the second strike is to seal the throat, and the third strike is necessarily a craniotomy if it is in actual combat-it is not the way of teaching on the battlefield, it is nothing to fight with life and death on the battlefield. the difference!
The freshman slowly stood up and "accepted."
"Teach me ... hmm ?!" Dean finally heard the sound familiar to him, and suddenly felt that something had gone wrong with his ears. ?
Do not say that this person belongs to the armed technician department? !!
The mech team's loss to the armed technician is already embarrassing, and the lp loss is simply better than jumping off the building! No, jumping from the building can't be washed in blood like this unprecedented shame!
Dean didn't wear a hood, probably because his expression was too scary, and Tyler finally found it wrong later: "What's up Dean? Do you know?"
Dean: "..."
"No, I don't know."
Dean froze, and saw the freshman bow his head indifferently, and turned away and turned away.
** There is a shower head in the room, and the periphery is covered with opaque white glass. Only a faint sound of water is heard.
Dean sat on the bench and asked for a while: "Why did you tell Taylor you don't know me?"
Gavin was silent.
"If you win, you win. I'm not afraid of being told to lose to bt. If you are worried about what I've done to you because I lost my anger, I don't really need it ..."
"It's all right."
Dean looked up at the white glass, listening only to the sound of water inside.
"I'm done washing. Can you go out first?"
Dean: "... Ah! Oh!"
Dean was stunned for a while outside the door of the ** room-of course it seemed that the well-respected honorable student just frowned and didn't say a word, and several passing schoolmates greeted him warmly. Until the door opened five minutes later, Gavin wore a coat, a towel around his neck, and his hair came out wet.
"Are you waiting for me?"
Dean was confused and nodded in dismay.
"Losing me makes you so upset?"
"... No, no," Dean took a breath, and said, "I just wonder why you are so strong, nothing else."
"I do not know either."
In fact, Gavin really didn't know. He wanted to find the "** army" in the mouth of General Aaron to ask himself what was going on, but Red Saturn has been bombarded by the Ninth Fleet, ghost machine. A was also bombarded with dregs. As far as the current situation is concerned, there is no clue.
But this sounded like perfunctory to Dean, he immediately stated: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, I just ask casually-you have won my respect."
...... Shouldn't you respect your classmates already ...
Gavin was so powerless as to the Empire's lps, he sighed, grabbed his backpack and headed out.
Dean had wanted to speak to ask him to return, but when he passed by, he suddenly smelled a very slight, almost undetectable, sweetness. He suddenly became agitated, his adrenaline exploded, and his sense of smell suddenly became much more sensitive than usual. He followed Gavin and took two steps: "Wait, you are ..."
Gavin turned his head in confusion, his lips opened slightly, and the water dripping from the ends of his hair flowed down the neck to the neckline, flowing into the sunken clavicle.
Dean stared at him indefinitely, only to feel that the hot surge that night was flowing out of his limbs, and he could almost hear the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat.
"What's wrong with you?" Gavin asked hesitantly.
Now Dean determined that the smell was not his illusion, but a trace of the pheromone smell that had been stolen from chemical blocking. Although it is almost negligible, it is still captured by the powerful lp instinct.
For the second time in his life, he felt this passionate | **** hooky breath--the last time came from the same person.
It is so sweet and fragrant, it easily enters the bloodstream, and then turns into an invisible small hand that hooks the entire soul of the human body, stimulating every cell in the whole body.
"Don't move ..." Dean reached down and held Gavin like a demon, slowly lowering his head and sniffing vigorously between his neck, breathing heavily as if with hot temperature.
However, the smell was like hide-and-seek, sometimes completely hidden under the clothes, and sometimes quietly rising from the invisible chemical barrier. It is subtle, seductive and disturbing, and gradually hides nowhere under the envelope of pheromone of lp, turning into a layer of ethereal sweet veil, and quietly covering the soft skin of the teenager's neck.
lp's instinct knows what that means: expedition, marking, possession and reproduction.
Dean couldn't help but stare at the small piece of skin behind the back of the cervical spine of Gavin, subconsciously as if he was struggling and roaring: go and bit that place, and let the canine teeth pierce the tender and soft flesh, let this His blood bleeds out, and then he will slump and kneel, shaking and obediently opening his body ...
Dean couldn't contain it, licked his head, kissed him, and then bit down.
But when Gavin was thundered suddenly, he turned and shoved him away, screaming, "What are you doing!"
Dean was caught off guard, and he stood still in two steps, and suddenly all his blood rushed over his head-he found himself hard!
This physiological change was so obvious that he couldn't cover it for a moment, and Dean could only stare at Gavin with panting gas, with an attack and possessiveness that could not be concealed in his eyes.
Gavin was so angry | staring nakedly, Gavin was so annoyed that when he wanted to speak, he suddenly realized something, and immediately opened his backpack and took out the temporary restraint pills. When he had no time to find water, he swallowed a pill on his neck-- ―Although this pill cannot affect the estrus, it can unilaterally block the odor and it should be enough to deal with the situation in front of you.
"... Sorry," Dean hoarsely said.
Gavin's face eased, "It doesn't matter."
Dean knew that it wasn't completely irrelevant: what he had just done was not a simple kiss, but a mark.
Of course, it is not as complete as knotting, but the bite of the back cervical spine until it leaves its pheromone in the other's blood is also a typical temporary mark.
The intensity of this mark will depend on the capabilities of the lp itself, and is generally used to declare "this is mine" to everyone. Unless there is a stronger lp forcibly taking this away, or the breath in the blood is naturally metabolized, the effect of the mark will not easily disappear.
It stands for sovereignty and possession-Gavin may be unclear, but Dean is quite aware.
He grew up in this environment, and understands the principle of weak meat and strong food. Of course, he doesn't think that possession of one has to wait for the other party's consent; but he also does not like many chauvinistic lps, and thinks that this kind of thing does not require consent.
At least Gavin really defeated him, earned his respect and even admiration, so it deserves better treatment.
"I'm really sorry, if you want to find Dean Edna ... I can ..."
Dean spoke halfway, and suddenly the door was knocked twice. Taylor's anxious voice came in: "Dean! Are you in there? I'll tell you something!"
Dean took a deep breath and hurriedly opened the door and slit it. "What's wrong?"
"What the **** are you doing? Come with me! The college has just sent a newsletter, there is something wrong with your mech!"
2.
There is something wrong with Dean's mech.
Gavin can be sure at first sight, because that class of mech is too debilitating-it stands in the dim sky, dark and dull, with heavy shadows, as if shrouded in an invisible black cloud in.
"It turned out to be a level mech!" Griffin turned into a light brain and floated out of his backpack, bouncing on Gavin's shoulder: "It's a rare thing. Most of the regular Imperial army mechs are still Class D, and the level is far away. The galaxy is enough for the major-what is this little bunny, second-generation official? "
Gavinci asked, "Do you hate him?"
"He just wanted to tag you!" Griffin angered. "I always wanted Aaron to tag you in the future!"
Gavin:"……"
Countless grass-mud horses whistled past Gavin's heart, and only half a moment trembled and asked, "You know that Admiral is the second most hated Imperial male, and you still ...?"
Dean apparently couldn't see anything wrong with the mech, and frowned and asked his own technician: "What's wrong with it?"
That technician is also a senior honorable student, who has been a top-ranked figure in the armed technician department for many years, but his face is very ugly at this time: "I do n’t know, its main program suddenly has 300 million disorderly instructions, and it looks like horrible. I tried to clean it up, but it didn't open the data gate to let me in. In this case, it should be mentally contaminated by people, so I can't play in tomorrow's ranking match ... "
Dean quickly walked to the feet of the mech giant and sang loudly, "Lust! Open the data gate!"
Mech did not respond, like a silent steel giant.
"Its sound control system is blocked-300 million out of order instructions take up too much intelligence. The boot-up instructions I issued half an hour ago have not lined up. Even if you are the master of the mess, it can only Put your instructions at ... let me see ... "The technician bowed his head and knocked quickly on the computer:" Well, ten minutes later. "
Dean's face was heavy: "How much mental pollution can cause this?"
"The neural network has been dead for more than 50%, and the other party obviously uses very vicious techniques."
"... It was the Star Wars gang jerk," Dean murmured, "Dana's junk."
He stroked the cold steel surface of the mech, and suddenly only heard a calm voice behind him: "Restart the neural net."
Dean and the technician turned back at the same time, looking at Gavin queerly.
Technician: "Who is he?"
Dean: "Armed technician ... bt freshman ... no, that's not the point, Gavin! What are you doing!"
Gavin sat cross-legged on the ground, the towel was hanging diagonally around his neck, and his ten fingers with black finger sleeves, he quickly typed out a series of instructions on the keyboard. He was incredibly familiar with mecha procedures. Before Dean said "Don't sit on the ground", he saw the OK button repeatedly and said, "I just cut off the mech nerve energy supply, and I can restart now. "
Dean: "..."
The technician was very angry: "What are you pressing ?! The neural net was set when the mech was built. Do you know how complicated the mech neural net is?"
Dean wanted to stop him, but the technician was very excited: "It would have been possible to use a backup procedure to barely play. This is all right. Please have a professional technician restart the neural network for at least three months! Dean! Where did you find it? This bt freshman, he doesn't understand anything! "
Gavin waited for him to finish before calmly saying, "Don't hurry ..."
"How could it be in a hurry ?! Now I can only go to school to apply for an ordinary D-class mech! And I have to hurry up! In case anyone else in the mech team knows-"
"I've restarted it for you," Gavin said helplessly. "I told you not to worry."
He turned the computer and saw that the program was running fast on the light screen. After a few seconds, the screen was dark and then turned on again--
[Neural network requires docking. Is the data gate open? / n]
The technician said "Don't press randomly", and Gavin had no expression. "On."
The computer stumbled: [Thank you, the docking was successful. 】
technician:"……"
Dean asked suddenly, "When did you break into this voice control system?"
"Well ... just now." Gavin quickly ran the operating system without raising his head in a vague sentence.
In fact, he does not need to enter at all. His mental threshold allows the Gryphon 3s mech to kneel on the ground and sing to conquer. In the eyes of military academy students, the level of mech is even more vulnerable. The bank vault with the door open is no different, as long as you have a pocket, you can go in and pack your money.
Gavin successfully entered the database and deleted 300 million out-of-order instructions like chopping vegetables. The technician Qian Qianqi was poor and tried to explain to Dean for the last time: "Do you really want a bt freshman to start your level mech casually ?!"
Dean looked at Gavin, hesitating for a moment: "... let him try."
"Then let him try it!" The technician couldn't bear it: "I've had enough, you will regret it!"
The technician slammed the toolbox and washed away in anger in a loud noise.
Dean was almost dumbfounded, with a "..." expression on his face, before turning to Gavin calmly: "Do you know how much it cost me to hire him as a technician?"
"I don't know that you have to spend money to hire such a person as a technician." Gavin said lightly, snapping the computer together:
"Instructions have been deleted, and now it is necessary to enter the mech to clear the mental pollution."
There are two ways to clear the mental pollution: the first is if the mech can be turned on, it is remotely controlled by a connected computer; the second is if the mech cannot be turned on, it is forced into the machine and the computer is physically inserted directly into the nerve Net internal interface.
The second method is very dangerous, because the internal structure of the mech with the neural network is already very complicated, and the size of the class air combat mech is comparable to that of the combat boat. It is not surprising that anything strange happens inside the huge machinery.
Dean was very reluctant to let one take risks for himself, and after Gavin repeatedly emphasized, he reluctantly stepped back: "Then I must go with you, and I can protect you in the event of an accident."
Gavin rarely said harshly, "Who protects who?"
... It was probably that this sentence was too lethal. Dean didn't say a word until he entered the mech.
They crawled forward in the narrow and sweltering maintenance aisle—yes, it was crawling. This space was only enough for people to land on their elbows and knees, moving forward little by little.
Dean had wanted to open the way, but he was very tall, and he was likely to get stuck at a certain point. There was no way he could only let Gavin in front; he regretted it after climbing for twenty minutes, for no reason: just one You can see Gavin's ass!
――It's too difficult to see this posture! And knowing that it is ahead, it is even harder to let an lp look up!
Dean is an extremely self-disciplined and demanding person. It is beyond his bottom line to let an armed technician take risks for himself. During the adventure, he peeked through the bottom line of this technician.
But there was no way, he had just been in love with this, the fiery instinct had not completely subsided. And he knew that he might never have the opportunity to see one in such a close and unobstructed way. The emotional need was really strong.
In recent years, the **** ratio of the empire is very scary. Only one in 6,000 people and only one in 28,000 people can be labeled. It is frightening that in such a harsh environment, we have invariably expressed alienation and rejection of the LP soldiers-"It is a chauvinist concentration camp," they said, "I went crazy to find LP soldiers as partners."
So far, the single Admiral Aaron is a good example. In public reports, he has always appeared as the image of "savage and murderous maniac." Visually, this life has to be beaten. Another typical example is the emperor Heinrich, who once scared a group of young children to cry while consoling the Capital Hospital, and ultimately could only rush to evacuate from the hospital in a hurry-** One after another commented that he "will be scared by just looking Up. "
There are only a handful of generals in the military, and Dean doesn't think he will be one of the few lucky ones in the future. If the method of robbing is not adopted-although this is legal, but extremely ridiculous in the military world-then the greatest possibility in his life is loneliness.
But this is very scary.
For males with strong instincts, there is no partner and no offspring, which is simply a violation of human nature.
Dean's mind was full of complicated thoughts, and he couldn't help but want to look up and peek. In order to distract him, he forced himself to count the number of steps he climbed silently, but in the end he could not count any more than 822.
"... Ah, Gavin," he said subconsciously.
A dull echo came from the front, "What?"
"What kind of lp do you want to be your partner?"
As soon as he said it, Dean couldn't bear it, and the only urge was to bite his tongue off.
"--I never thought about it," I didn't expect him to ask, and Gaven paused calmly. "You're fine ... but I prefer women."
There was silence in the passage.
Dean: "…… = 口 = ……" ——
The author has something to say:
Originally I was going to write to the emperor today, but I could n’t stop the number of mecha repairs, so the emperor, please show your respect in the next chapter (づ  ̄sp3;  ̄) づ
Tomorrow the list of overlords, it's too late tonight. Yards to midnight for several days in a row, too sleepy, sleep in seconds
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