desire reconciliation

Chapter 87

The army is a place with strict discipline, and in the empire's territory, people's efficiency is even higher at such a critical moment.So in the early morning of the second day, the warships of various countries left the military bases one after another and went to their respective areas of responsibility, and the army of the empire was no exception.

The empire sent a total of five giant warships from the main planet of the empire, as well as the resident warships at the Zongyuan military base. There are hundreds of ships, large and small. The army of the empire alone can be worth the sum of the rest of the countries. .

The Zerg War is unanimously recognized by all countries in the interstellar era, and it is the highest military level war that takes precedence over all domestic or international wars.

When the alliance terms were signed, it was stipulated that when the changes in Zombie Abyss have developed in an uncontrollable direction, all countries need to dispatch at least [-]% of their country's available military power.

So it's not that countries don't pay attention, but that the strength of the empire is too strong, with a strong talent pool and a material supply chain all over the interstellar, so strong that even the combined military reserves of all the remaining countries in the interstellar are not comparable to the empire. .

Greater ability also represents greater responsibility, and sometimes even this part of responsibility will require obligations far higher than ability.

Uriah was making the final arrangements for the various departments. Lancelot was listening in the crowd, but someone pulled his clothes behind him.

He turned around and saw that the person pulling his clothes was Dr. Yu Mixi, a senior engineer of the Federation, who was in charge of modifying the particle cannons for Nanmian and Beimian.

It's just that today he was wearing a light blue mask, so Lancelot recognized him after a little reaction.

"Dr. Yu, what's the matter?" Lancelot didn't expect him to come to him, so he asked first.

Yu Mixi was half a head shorter than him, raised his head and said, "His Royal Highness Elliott, is it convenient for you to come out now?"

Lancelot knew that his work was the final arrangement, and the deployment that Uriah was talking about had been known in advance yesterday, so he nodded and followed Yu Mixi out of the central hall.

"Where are you taking me?" Lancelot followed behind Yu Mixi.

"Just follow me." Yu Mixi said, leading Lancelot around in the warship.

Although Yu Mixi is a member of the Federation, after all, he is on a warship of the Empire, and Lancelot was on this warship when he came to Zongyuan, and he is very clear about the layout of this warship, so there is no more Asked, followed Yu Mixi all the way.

the two finally came

When I arrived at the mecha parking place, if Lancelot remembered correctly, this is where the mecha was modified.

As Yu Mixi opened the door with the terminal, two majestic mechas, one black and one white, came into view.

The place they entered was not directly connected to the mecha parking place, but in a glass room protruding from the wall in the middle of the mecha, where the mecha and the particle cannon being transformed could be seen at a glance.

Yu Mixi pointed to the distance: "Look there, do you find anything?"

Lancelot looked in the direction he pointed, which was the part being installed on the southern crown.

Due to limited time, the two mechas were refitted at the same time. Lancelot subconsciously compared his white mecha, and found the difference.

"There is an extra cavity in the remodeled part of Nanmian?"

Yu Mixi nodded. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly leaned back and sneezed. He rubbed his nose through the mask, and continued: "That cavity was vacated by sacrificing part of the fuel tank."

After hearing his words, Lancelot suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, Yu Mixi's next sentence confirmed his guess.

"That cavity is used to store more particle cannon ammunition, that amount is enough to blow up the entire wormhole."

After Yu Mixi finished speaking, he looked at Lancelot again: "With that amount of fuel, if Marshal Uriah stays in the Zombie Abyss for longer than the limited time, he may never come out again. And Uriah The Marshal may have...been going down with the intention of mortal death."

For no reason, Lancelot accepted the fact very calmly: "Did he ask for it?"

Yu Mixi nodded.

Lancelot should have known that Uriah didn't keep him outside because of some bullshit to leave the most important thing behind him, although he had a hunch that Uriah's determination for this Zerg war might have a negative effect on him. He is not good.

But he never expected that Uriah would want to directly exchange his life for the victory of mankind.

Perhaps this is what the times have brought.

The Zerg War is just a speck of dust in this era, but when this speck of dust weighs on a person, it will be as heavy as a giant mountain, enough to crush the person, regardless of whether he is a top Alpha or not. Is he one of the best powerhouses in the entire interstellar world?

Engineering around the mech

The masters are still busy loading and unloading parts for the mechs, and perhaps some people will be happy. Today, they have left an indelible mark on the process of human development.

Everyone has a clear division of labor and is carrying out the renovation process in an orderly manner.

They may never know that their own hands are pushing a person, a hero who is incomparably brilliant to all mankind, to hell.

After a long silence, Lancelot asked, "Why did you tell me this? It doesn't seem to do you any good."

This matter was what Uriah wanted to hide from him, and Yu Mixi told him everything at this time, if he chooses to trust one person, he will definitely choose Uriah's approach is correct.

Maybe Yu Mixi was sent by the Federation to sow discord between him and Uriah?In normal times, Lancelot would definitely think so, and he might have left without looking back.

But now he hesitated, not because he didn't trust Uriah anymore, but because the facts were clearly laid out in front of him.

Yu Mixi scratched his head and said: "Although I am a member of the Federation, I especially admire you and Marshal Uriah. I know all about your deeds in the empire, and to tell you the truth, your mother is actually our mother." The princess of the country, although the seven countries of the Federation are now hostile to the empire, our country has always been closely connected with the empire, but due to the general environment, many diplomatic relations are being carried out in the dark, and this particle cannon project is one of them one."

He said more and more vigorously: "And we are all optimistic about you. When you become emperor, we will definitely celebrate the whole country. So when Marshal Uriah planned to do this, he even kept it from you. To be honest, I It's a little uncomfortable. I can see that you really love each other. After all, you are willing to sacrifice your life for each other. This kind of love is really rare. But I don't want to just watch Marshal Uriah sacrifice like this, Seeing the end of the strongest combination in the empire is the end of heaven and man. So I still tell you the truth, it is indeed a bit cruel, but if you have a way to bring Marshal Uriah back safely, I think I risk being expelled from the army The risk tells you it's worth it."

I don't know when, Lancelot also gradually learned Uriah's method of not bringing his negative emotions to others.

Lancelot looked at the mecha in the distance, and slowly said: "I see."

Yu Mixi

Nodding vigorously: "I will cheer for you."

Lancelot didn't mention anything about mechas or Uriah, but instead asked, "Dr. Yu, did you catch a cold today? Remember to take care of your body."

Yu Mixi reacted for a few seconds: "I don't have a cold, it's a little allergy. The pheromones on your body are too choking."

Lancelot was stunned and said that when he went out in the morning, he carefully removed the smell of pheromone on his body. He raised his arm and sniffed again. After making sure that he could smell nothing, he threw it at Yu Mixi. Doubtful eyes.

Yu Mixi blinked and blinked: "Oh, it's not your problem, it's because my nose is too sensitive, especially for a top Alpha like Marshal Uriah, I can smell even a little bit of pheromone, so you It's all over my body, so I would say it's choking, don't worry, most people can't smell it."

The co-author Yu Mixi was not talking about his own pheromones, but Uriah's.

Lancelot was a little embarrassed: "Do you need me to release my pheromone cover? Will it make you feel better?"

Yu Mixi quickly waved her hand: "No need, your pheromones are too top-notch, my nose can't stand it, and I'm allergic to pheromones from people with high spiritual power."

Lancelot took back the pheromone that was just about to be released, and heard Yu Mixi say again: "If it's possible...I mean if it's convenient...well...also No, if you don't mind, can you collect some pheromones and give them to me?"

After Yu Mixi finished speaking, she felt that something was wrong, and quickly explained: "I, I, I am not a pervert, I am actually a smell lover, just like the perfume lovers in the earth age, because in the interstellar age, the new humans have pheromones, and humans have pheromones. The demand for perfume has gradually disappeared. And because of the second gender revolution, everyone began to advocate the pursuit of natural pheromones, but in fact, people now have a great demand for external pheromones or external aromas, such as me In this way, people who are allergic to pheromones need to find a professional to strip the pheromones if they want to smell the smell, leaving only the smell components."

He said with a little embarrassment: "Actually, the pheromone smells of you and Marshal Uriah are both unique and charming, and many top Alphas or Omegas are like this, just because these people's mental power is too high , people who feel their pheromones only want to feel oppressed or submissive, but

I didn't put my heart into feeling the beauty of that smell.And I heard that there is a pharmacist in the dungeon of the Empire who is very good at extracting and imitating pheromone smells. When the Zerg War is over and the Empire and the Federation establish friendly diplomatic relations again, Your Highness Elliott, can you take me there? Looking for him? "

Lancelot roughly understood what Yu Mixi was talking about, but this person never played his cards according to the routine, he opened his hand and refused: "No."

Yu Mixi was stunned by his sudden move, thinking that she had offended Lancelot, so she heard what this interesting prince said.

"Don't set up the flags indiscriminately, we'll talk about what happens when the time comes."

After he finished speaking, he still did not forget to add: "Also, you can call me Lancelot directly."

Yu Mixi knew that the matter was settled as soon as she heard it, but she didn't expect that this powerful His Royal Highness would have such a little superstition, so she hugged her stomach and laughed: "Hahahahahahahaha, Your Highness, you are really a Very interesting person!"

Before he had time to thank him, he heard someone running towards him panting in the distance, cursing while running.

"It's over, it's over, my assistant is coming to scold me again, His Royal Highness, I'll slip away first, oh no, it's Lancelot." He said as he was already walking on the spot, ready to run.

Lancelot said goodbye to him, and the doctor didn't forget to wave his hand when he ran away, and shouted loudly: "The strongest combination in the empire won't just break up like this!" After shouting, he ran away without a trace.

Only Lancelot was left standing where he was, and his eyes turned to the mech being modified under the high platform. The smile in his eyes disappeared instantly, leaving only endless loneliness.

When Uriah came out of the bathroom, he was startled by the people in the room.

He had just taken a shower, his hair was still damp, and only his lower body was wrapped in a towel.

Lancelot sat on his bed, staring at himself so straightly. There was a robot that was not working beside the bed. It was a robot that was responsible for security and cleaning in every house.

Seeing the almost scrapped robot that had popped out a few springs, Uriah probably knew how Lancelot got in.

Walking a little further, Uriah could smell the smell of alcohol in the air, mixed with pheromones of rosemary scent, this smell is simply the most naked temptation for an Alpha .

Not to mention that the owner of this pheromone is still sitting

his bed.

"Have you been drinking?" Uriah asked.

Lancelot didn't shy away from it, so he hummed.

"Where did the wine come from?"

The Imperial Military Department strictly prohibits alcohol, and Lancelot, an outstanding graduate of the Military Academy who can memorize the military regulations back and forth, naturally knows this.

Uriah probably guessed that the wine should be obtained from the Federation. The empire respects the culture of other countries. Many countries have a long-standing wine culture. Before or during the war, wine is used to boost morale. There are several countries in the Federation. There is such a tradition.

Lancelot still stared at Uriah without making any response, as if he was not going to say anything.

"I searched for you all day and couldn't find anyone. You came to my dormitory at night. Is this to admit your mistake?"

During the day, after Uriah arranged work for various departments, he found that Lancelot was missing. He adjusted a few monitors to confirm that there was no danger, so he was relieved. But he didn’t expect that he would be dishonest if he didn’t watch for a long time. The war will start tomorrow. , This person went out to drink today.

To be honest, Uriah was a little angry when he smelled alcohol all over his body, but this man seemed to have been wronged. He was still at this juncture, and he was about to go to the battlefield tomorrow. He swallowed it back.

I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol, but Lancelot's lower eyelids were red, and he just stared at Uriah, as if this person owed him 500 million instead.

It was obvious that Uriah was going to do such a dangerous thing without telling him, but now he was still questioning him with a playful face.

He even wanted to ask Uriah directly, why did he hide it from himself, why did he take his own life so seriously.

But he did too many impulsive things today, and he felt that if he really asked today, his future self would definitely regret it.

Uriah saw his abnormal appearance, and after contacting the monitoring, he finally left with Yu Mixi, and he knew in his heart that maybe he already knew about his modification of the mecha.

Uriah didn't ask any more questions, walked to the bed and sat beside Lancelot.

For a moment, there was only the quiet breathing of the two of them in the room.

"Ask whatever you want," Uriah said.

Lancelot turned to him, looked at him silently for a few seconds, and spit out the first sentence of the meeting: "How sure are you?"

The voice is flat, without any extra emotion.

"Thirty percent." It was also a very calm answer, as if the two had already rehearsed this scene

Thousands of times.

Lancelot knew that although Uriah would hide some things from him, he would not lie.

Lancelot still had a lot to ask and a lot to say, but he couldn't say a word at the moment. He didn't want to end up in a quarrel before they parted.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Uriah kept looking at him and asked, "Don't you want to ask anything else?"

Lancelot: "Would it change the final result if I asked?"

Uriah smiled: "That depends on how you ask."

"But no matter what I say, you must go."

Uriah looked at him: "Someone is going to be this hero, isn't there?"

Even if the ending of this hero is something that no one wants to see.

Lancelot buried his head very low: "Why must it be you?"

He knew it was selfish to ask.

Also know that those few words from him won't change anything that's going to happen next.

But often the reality is like this, the disasters that fall from the sky, the responsibilities that have to be borne, and so on, may be the choice of the times, or it may be the arrangement of fate, and there is no escape or escape.

Most people will ask "Why me?" But few people will say "Why not me?"

And Uriah is one of the latter.

Uriah smiled, but it was very faint.

He put his hands on his sides and looked up at the ceiling.

"Being able to protect the world, protect all mankind, since you have the ability, wouldn't it be nice to be a great hero?"

Hearing this, coupled with the effect of alcohol, Lancelot couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and the rosemary-scented pheromone instantly filled the whole room.

He hugged Uriah, and they fell on the bed together.

Uriah looked at the person on top of him, and could feel him trembling slightly: "Is this a special benefit before leaving?"

After Yu Mixi left, Lancelot went to him again and asked if he could change it together with his mech, which was obviously not possible.

Not to mention that those modified parts are surprisingly large in size and weight, and there is no way to transport them on any type of aircraft other than giant warships. Even if there were, Uriah would make this possible Sex is cut off.

Lancelot trembled even more after hearing what he said: "If I improve faster and have stronger abilities, you won't let me stay on the warship and stop helping you."

"What age is this and you still want to die for love?" Uriah reached out and touched his head gently.

"It's good to die for love." Lancelot buried his head on Uriah's chest.

Uriah choked on his words: "I still want to live a little longer, you are not allowed to die if I am not dead. And if you are not allowed to say such things, make progress faster? Are you making progress faster? No matter how fast You are faster than the Sonic Ship. You have worked very hard, if you hadn't won the Beimian back in the Mecha Contest, maybe I would still be arguing with that grandson of Bentley."

Uriah hugged him tightly in his arms: "I'm not that weak, don't worry."

Lancelot wanted to tell him not to go, but he couldn't.

On one side is the beloved, but on the other side is the fate of the whole star and all mankind.

"Do you think I'm a rational to somewhat cold-blooded person?"

Suddenly, a seemingly nonsensical remark made Uriah's hand stroking his back freeze: "Has anyone ever commented on you like that?"

Lancelot nodded: "More than once."

"I don't think so."

Lancelot looked up at him.

Uriah continued to stroke his back: "Everyone has sensibility, don't you think rationality is a rare resource, even more valuable?"

Lancelot: "But rationality goes too far..."

Uriah interrupted him: "Would you discuss your irrational behavior with me in a sad whisper in my arms, do you think this is overly rational?"

Lancelot: "You know that's not what I mean to say."

Lancelot was about to say that he was always using nonsense, but Uriah laughed softly.

"No matter how others are, you can choose righteousness without hesitation with me."

Uriah can always speak extremely heavy words very plainly, and Lancelot always feels that Uriah is far away from him at this time, that Uriah is the one who has a past that he does not know Precipitated and introverted, he bears too many responsibilities that ordinary people can't imagine.

But at the same time, he felt that Uriah was very close to him, within reach, as long as he opened his mouth, he would appear in front of him unconditionally.

Lancelot's eyes met those bottomless black eyes, calm and unwavering.

"rest early."

Uriah pushed back the shattered hair on his forehead, leaned over and placed a light kiss on his forehead, which seemed to be comforting, but more like telling him

do not.

He got up and was about to put on his clothes and go to sleep next door, but when he was half dressed, he felt that the corners of his clothes were being torn, and when he turned his head, he saw Lancelot with his head down, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Uriah thought he had something else to do, and asked, "What's the matter? You don't want me to go?"

Lancelot nodded, but never looked up at Uriah.

Uriah became interested, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised an arc: "Do you want me to sleep in this room tonight?"

Of course he didn't expect any good answers.

Just thinking about it, Lancelot nodded again.

The sun really came out from the west, Uriah thought, still digesting the amount of information from the previous second.

Lancelot's next sentence made him feel at a loss for the first time in many years.

The air is filled with the seductive smell of rosemary, and the owner of the flushed pheromone is in front of him.

It seemed that he had finally mustered up his courage, like a young man who had developed feelings for him after the rainy season finally invited his lover to the woods behind the building.

The heart was beating violently, and the pheromones were overwhelming.

His eyes were shy but did not dodge in the slightest, with the courage and firmness of a young man.

The thin lips are slightly parted, but they are loud.

He is the crown prince of the empire and the aide-de-camp to the marshal.

Like an order, but also like a prayer.

"Tag me completely."

He is also his lover.