Lethal Weapon of the Empire Chapter 5

At the same time, the great desert of Red Saturn.

The cold moonlight shines on the desert, and the endless sand dunes in the distance reflect the hazy white light. The night wind stirred up the gravel and whistled towards the distance, making a whimpering sound like crying.

The emperor was wrapped in a coarse cloth cloak and sat quietly in front of a lonely stone monument in the desert. The pure white marble is particularly cold under the moonlight. There is no carving on the front of the stele, and it is smooth and smooth like a mirror.

No one knows that this is the tombstone of the Alliance Army God Gavin-Silia.

When Caspian was young, he once thought about what he should write on his tombstone if he died one day. "The great soul rests here"? "Loyal son and warrior of the Alliance"? Or simply and succinctly, "This is a nice guy"?

At that time, he had not yet defected, he was not yet the emperor, and all the arduous and glorious journeys had not yet begun. The young man's fanatical mind always likes to think of unrealistic things, until one day he finally couldn't help but describe this fantasy to the aloof Marshal Jasper.

At that time, they were standing by the square waiting for the military parade. The marshal was wearing a white military uniform. His shoulders, back, waist and long legs were extremely tall and straight, making even the hottest models in the galaxy dwarf him. Caspian raised his head and saw a smile on his lips. After a while, he said softly: "When I was your age, I also considered these issues..."

"What do you think?"

"How should I put it, Caspian. I have lived too long, fought too many battles, and done many things that are difficult for anyone to do in their lifetime..."

Caspian interrupted him and said seriously: "You are a great man."

"No, no, in the vast galaxy, the soul of each of us is as small and insignificant, without any greatness. Many years ago, before I joined the army, I was just a child in an orphanage on Egret Star. My biggest wish was Just having a full stomach is no different from every 'social burden' that the bourgeoisie despises..."

"Egret Star does not have an LP elite special training system?!"

The marshal suddenly fell silent.

Before Caspian had time to regret his rashness, the marshal raised his head and looked at him steadily with his dark, clear eyes.

"Those reports are false," he said calmly, "I am a bt."

Caspian could not utter a word.

"My life is too long and too difficult to summarize. If I die one day, I won't write anything on my tombstone."

He paused and said, "I don't need something sad like an epitaph."

After Jasper's death, the emperor wanted to erect an unprecedented tombstone for him. He wanted to sink the entire planet and flood the sea with it. He even wanted to drain the core of the planet and turn it into a cold and calm Death Star. As the marshal's cemetery.

But in the end he did nothing.

He found that what Jasper said was right: no matter what language or poems he used, he could not summarize the glorious and long life of the Alliance Marshal.

When he was alive, he struggled against the huge political system every day, leading the loyalty and passion of hundreds of billions of soldiers, leading them to find the almost impossible light in the endless darkness; When he died, he had nothing but nothing in his hands. As a defeated man, he couldn't even enjoy a decent funeral. He only had this lonely desert and the distant stars to accompany him.

He is regarded as a god by hundreds of millions of soldiers in the empire, but no one knows that his life is lonely and difficult.

"Do you regret it, Jasper?"

The emperor slowly poured the last sip of wine onto the ground, and the whistling cold wind swept away the aroma of the wine in an instant. After a while, he laughed, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I still asked, although this question must be blasphemous to you. After all, not everyone...is qualified to die for their beliefs."

"What do you believe in, Alliance? Have you forgotten that the ones who betrayed him in the end were actually those greedy worms from the Alliance?"

The emperor did not look back and sighed and said: "Felix, we can never agree on the alliance's views. There is no need to discuss this issue anymore."

Felix climbed up the sand dune and sat down heavily on the ground. The electromagnetic pole that was used to treat damaged mental power was still attached to his head. He looked quite depressed. The emperor glanced sideways at him and asked, "How do you feel?"

Felix shook his head, grabbed the wine bottle and dripped it for a long time, then threw it away angrily.

"Don't worry, the gryphon won't lose it."

"Of course not, I'm not thinking about that." Felix held his breath, and finally couldn't help but argue again for a long time: "If it weren't for the betrayal of the Alliance, there would be no way the Glorious Legion would have been defeated in the final battle!"

Caspian wanted to say something, but was interrupted sharply by Felix: "Even if the empire's victory is a foregone conclusion, the Alliance still has Cilia and the Shining Legion. Even if they do nothing, they can safely retreat to the extragalactic system!" Or even if the Alliance is disbanded, there will still be Marshal Cilia in the Glorious Legion. He is the spiritual leader of the entire military. As long as he lives, the Alliance's struggle will never subside! It's all the B@st@ards in the Congress who are afraid of death and are betrayed in the end! He caused the glorious army to be attacked and slaughtered, and the marshal also..."

"He will still die," the emperor said quietly, "even if there is no betrayal by the alliance, he will still kill himself."

"What did you say?!"

Caspian was unmoved: "You won't understand, so you are not a traitor. Fifty years ago, the empire's victory was a foregone conclusion. All the efforts of the Glorious Legion were just a waste of lives. You also said that as long as The alliance's struggle will not stop as long as the marshal is alive, so he must not survive anymore... Do you know how many troops the alliance had at that time? Although it is not worth compared to the empire's 100 billion corps. Mention, but those were human lives, and Jasper's death saved them."

Like an angry lion, Felix threw the wine bottle on the sand: "Don't insult them! Although they are in different camps, they are all upright soldiers. They have the right to fight and die for their beliefs!"

"Faith," Caspian sneered: "In the end, the war is just a confrontation between camps. Among the 8.4 million ordinary soldiers, who really has faith? Jasper is fighting for the Alliance, they are just fighting for Jasper. That's all. It's admirable to throw one's head and blood, but the meaning of life is more than that. If Jasper dies alone, they have the right to continue to live and enjoy life as citizens of the empire. "

"Hey, I don't believe that this point of view can be held by people like you," Felix stared at him suspiciously: "Who taught you this?"

Caspian was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "The Marshal once discussed this with me, many, many years ago... I couldn't understand many of his thoughts at the time, and thought he was wrong. Now I think it's me. "Too shallow."

The night wind stirred up the sand and gravel, flying under the moonlight. From a distance, it seemed as if a layer of silvery white fog was rising over the desert.

Caspian stood up and said calmly in the wind: "You don't have to look too closely at the reasons. Even without these, he would not surrender to the empire. Can you imagine Jasper's life as a prisoner of war in the empire? He would rather die, Nor will I ever step through the doors of the new Palace of Fontainebleau."

Felix frowned: "Why?"

"He is a bt, how many people would...don't you understand this?"

Felix fell silent and said coldly for a while: "That's not necessarily the case. He can accept our protection. He doesn't know anything anyway."

Caspian twitched the corners of his lips, his smile looking full of bitterness and self-deprecation.

"Yeah, luckily he always...knew nothing."

The emperor turned and walked out of the sand dune, leaving a line of deep footprints in the moonlight, which were soon submerged by the wind and sand.

Felix looked at the white stone tablet in front of him and couldn't help but lean forward, as if he wanted to touch the cold surface of the tablet. However, at this moment, the emperor suddenly turned around as if he had eyes behind his back and asked sternly: "When will you bring back the gryphon?"

"...I will!" Felix was so depressed that he had to get up and walk down the sand dune, complaining in a covert manner: "That mental threshold is higher than mine. Damn it, my head still hurts. Got to panic..."

"Where did they go?"

"Egret Star, it is estimated that it will take two days to arrive."

Caspian nodded and heard Felix let out a deep breath: "You are really looking for death. Those people from the Protection Association on Egret are all extremely chauvinistic lunatics. Once the unmarked ones are discovered... "

"Send him to the military research institute," the emperor said in a noncommittal tone: "I want to know what the fugitive army is studying."

Felix waved his hand and said casually: "Don't worry, you can't escape."

2.

Three days later, Egret Star Customs.

Gavin had no expression on his face and said coldly: "Let me go, I don't know what you are talking about."

There was a huge flow of people in the hall. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, one could see spaceships coming and going on the tarmac in the distance. The customs checkpoint was handling a large number of passengers from various planets.

The place he was in was a small corner outside the toilet. Tall potted plants completely blocked the view of the outside world. Two tall men wearing similar police uniforms blocked the narrow space in front of him. More crowded.

"The interstellar travel records do not have your entry certificate, and the blood test shows that you are not recorded." The older gray-haired man among them said politely: "Please follow us to register with the Protection Association immediately-immediately. Don't force us to arrest you."

Gavin stepped back slightly, his back touching the cold wall, and the younger blond LP immediately took half a step forward.

"I don't know what you're talking about, get out of the way."

The blond man looked irritable. He was interrupted by his colleague just as he was about to speak: "Don't make me repeat it a second time. Refusal to register is a felony. According to the latest gender protection law, we have the right to arrest you immediately and then put you in jail." You were sent to the Protection Association to be imprisoned for many years... Please accept the association's arrangements quietly, you are obviously about to go into heat. "

Gavin's expression cracked slightly.

When he was on the spaceship, he didn't know how strong his hormonal smell was, until he landed on the Egret star and got off the spacecraft. Everyone on the road - in fact, they were all bts - would look back at him in surprise when they passed each other, as if I saw a priceless diamond necklace walking on the road with legs.

The strong sweet fragrance was emitted along the crowd at the first time. Although Gavin himself did not notice it, it quickly attracted the attention of lp. To them, this smell was like putting a piece of cake in front of a hungry rat. It's like a fragrant cake after peeling off the packaging box.

"Avoid that blond man, he is very dangerous." Suddenly the voice of the gryphon whispered in his ears, saying: "He has never been with anyone before, and he can hardly bear it anymore."

The griffon turned into a small golden earring and clasped it behind the cartilage of Gavin's left ear. The sound was very slight. Gavin asked in a low voice: "Why?"

"The gray-haired one already has a mate, and the smell of your pheromones won't affect him. The young one doesn't, and he will soon be as indistinguishable as a beast in heat." The gryphon cursed: "Damn it, your smell It is indeed too strong, he..."

Before he finished speaking, the blond man couldn't help but reached out to touch Gavin's face, and at the same time reached directly into his collar with one hand. The older colleague couldn't stop him and shouted angrily: "Stop!"

"Let me go!" Gavin's voice almost changed its tone. The moment he was directly touched by the male lp's breath, it seemed as if a sensitive nerve deep in his body suddenly tightened, and electric currents of pleasure surged from his limbs to his brain. The speed was so fast that his whole body couldn't help but tremble!

"Don't Fcuking move, come here..." The blond man's eyes were ferocious, he grabbed Gavin's chin and pulled him into his arms. The strong male aura instantly aroused Gavin. The gray-haired man had no time to pull away from his frantic colleague. At this moment, Gavin pulled off the earrings with one hand and shouted: "Sterling..."

There was a loud bang, and as the master's spirit shook, the Sterling transformed into a golden giant sword, and the sharp air flow swept the blond man away instantly!

The hall suddenly fell silent, and then countless screams broke out: "Ahhhhh--"

"Stop! Put down the weapon!" The gray-haired man immediately took out his gun and pointed it at Gavin. Within a tenth of a second, he was blocked by the golden giant sword and flew to the wall. LP's strong body immediately left a turtle mark on the wall. cracked fine lines.

The hall screamed more, Gavin ran out of the corner panting, and saw everyone looking at him as if he were a monster, and they all backed away timidly.

"I..." Gavin had no way to explain, so he could only point to the blond man in the distance and said, "He...he touched me."

The bt crowd nodded in understanding, and a few bold ones trembled: "You, you'd better run."

Gavin was at a loss for a few seconds, then turned around and ran towards the checkpoint. The crowd immediately showed him the way: "Not this way, not that way, not that way."

"Thank you... thank you." Gavin turned around and rushed out of the customs hall. The moment he ran onto the road, he heard a sharp siren behind him. Several red airships rushed to the customs gate, each equipped with terrifying equipment. The electric shock cannon - that is the power of the Protection Association.

They arrived faster than the Japanese and were fully armed.

Gavin finally realized the true nature of this association. They were not protectors at all; it might be more appropriate to describe them as violent.

"...The Alliance has never had such a thing." This thought flashed through his mind. Gavin had no time to wonder why he had such an idea, because then he saw the busy Sky Road at the end of the street, with tens of millions of household boats. The airship reflected ocean-like light in the sun.

"Sterling!"

The golden giant sword transformed into a small airship with his thoughts. Gavin held the porthole with one hand, jumped in and disappeared in the torrent of the airship in the blink of an eye.

Half an hour later, Gavin collapsed on the car seat exhausted, as if there was a fire burning inside his body, and as if countless small electric currents were crackling along his nerves, creating shuddering sparks.

The sealed interior of the car was filled with a sweet and fragrant smell. This was the pure hormone produced by the man who was about to come into estrus for the first time in his life. It was not mixed with any signs and was absolutely strong and fresh. It could be radiated as long as the car window opened a small crack. Going a few kilometers away is equivalent to announcing to all LPs within the radius: There is a pitiful sweetheart here who is about to go into estrus, come and mark him!

This is definitely not a good thing for Gavin, because judging from the congestion of the aviation road, the number of LPs within five kilometers must be more than 200.

His first official heat was gradually approaching, and the early restlessness made him uneasy. Sometimes when he woke up late at night from various hot and sticky dreams, he would find that he was covered in sweat, his face was red, and his inner thigh muscles were even cramped due to spasms. Shivering slightly.

He attributed this to the bedsheets - the bedsheets in the spaceship belonged to Felix, and the Admiral hadn't changed the bedding for an unknown amount of time. There was a very strong and devastating LP smell in the fabric. It was like going back in time. Adding fuel to the flames of estrus.

Although the gryphon protested that there was nothing wrong with the admiral's hygiene habits and that the smell of the sheets was just due to his overly sensitive sense of smell during estrus, Gavin still threw away the sheets firmly.

After that, he threw away the dirty clothes, pillowcases, towels that Felix stuffed in various corners of the bedroom... But it didn't work at all. The three days of sailing in the spacecraft were simply a nightmare.

The Sterling's voice came from the music player: "I suggest you go to the Conservation Association. You can't deal with LPs alone. After the estrus begins, it will be difficult for you to move. If you are discovered..."

Gavin bit the back of his hand until it bled. He breathed a long sigh of relief and said tiredly: "Shut up."

"Why are you so stubborn? Estrus is a natural physiological phenomenon. There is nothing to be ashamed of."

Gavin was stunned for a long time before telling the truth: "I can't imagine... being oppressed by someone."

Sterling: ...

"I think I should be an LP or a BT. Do you know this feeling? I've been a man my whole life, but wake up as a woman... Let's not mention this, let's go to nǎ now? "

"Not sure, but I have to keep a certain speed and not stop, otherwise there is a risk of the hormonal smell leaking out."

Gavin nodded, thinking about his future whereabouts, and asked casually: "How much of your marrow fluid is left?"

The mecha was silent for a moment before answering cleverly: "So far, it's enough to maintain daily needs in non-combat form."

Gavin had a gut feeling that something didn't sound right: when he first escaped from Red Saturn, the Sterling said that it had insufficient energy. After three days of jump flight, it could still maintain its daily needs?

"If you need marrow fluid..."

Several electronic advertising screens whizzed by outside the car window, and Gavin immediately paused.

"Citizens please pay attention, citizens please pay attention," the floating screens were arranged in the air and began to automatically play a video of Gavin escaping from the customs building: "The latest report from the relevant authorities is that the teenager in the video is suspected of escaping registration, If you cause trouble at the customs and endanger the safety of others, please report it to the Protection Association if you find it. I repeat, the teenager in the video is suspected of endangering public safety. The situation is very urgent. The Protection Association has organized a manhunt. Citizens are requested to actively report to the Protection Association. Make a report..."

The video ends with a few seconds of close-up, where Gavin leaps onto the airship with one hand. The profile of his face at that moment is clear, including his watery eyes and red cheeks.

There was silence in the carriage for five seconds.

One person and one machine speak at the same time:

Sterling: "I found you quite photogenic..."

Gavin: "Go to the Royal Military Academy! Hurry!" ---