Many years ago, when the family came forward with the mother, who was then the principal of Ulan College, on the grounds that "there will be troubles in the silver fortress", and forced Lord back to the Votto defenders through relationships, Lord thought they were all disgusting and unreasonable.

He didn't understand why he couldn't turn around and leave like the Ten Silver Guards, and used his actions to ask for an explanation for their generals. He didn't understand why he couldn't insist on pursuing the truth, nor did he understand why he had to escape like a coward, and could not stick to their positions and glory like a companion after General Lin left.

Sometimes Lord felt that they didn't regard themselves as human beings. He was young and could not even be independent of eating, drinking, defecation and urination. It seemed that as long as he learned the skills of "sitting down" and "shaking hands", he could spend his life well. However, he had no way to resist because he knew that after leaving the family, he, an honorary graduate of Ulan Academy, was nothing. Even the fact that he had the honor to stand by General Lin was also given to him by the family.

There are many people like him who look perfect, have received the most elite education, are humble and polite, and are elegant, with endless stars and hundreds of millions of citizens in their hearts. They raise their arms in their hearts for hundreds of times every day, and then they lower their eyebrows and drink milk with their eyes and work properly, and feel depressed.

This pain of division entangled Lord for many years, until the Silver Fortress was attacked and Votto fell, and Marshal Woolf personally directed the retreat. Because he was a relative, Lord was transferred to the safest place - to serve as a guard for Marshal Woolf, and gradually became familiar with the commander of the alliance. Occasionally, he could hear the old marshal talk about the past and future of the alliance, and he could set off a level ten tsunami in his heart.

Half a year ago, the Pirates Glorious Regiment surrendered and the Alliance reorganized the Votto defenders. Although Lord had made no achievements over the years, he followed the Alliance Central Committee to the Angel City Fortress, which was a layer of "gold". His military rank also rose with the water and was promoted to colonel, and was transferred to Duke, the First Galaxy Border Defender, as the first batch of "dolls" to marry the Alliance Army and the Central Army.

Before taking office, according to human etiquette, Lord, accompanied by his mother, visited Woolf at the Marshal's Mansion and expressed his gratitude to the old Marshal for his care and support for so many years.

Woolf was recuperating at home because of a severe cold. He warmly received them and asked Lord to help him out for a breath. While walking in the back mountain, Marshal Woolf suddenly said to Lord without knowing what happened: "The people of the same era as me are gone now, and I don't know how far I can accompany the alliance. Can anyone continue the road our generation has traveled in the future?"

After he finished speaking, he was stunned and grabbed Lord's hand tightly, saying to him: "I hope the Alliance will wake up from the nightmare of Eden. I hope that the Alliance and the Central Army of each galaxy will check and balance each other and form a balance. Even if they... those galaxies will be independent, it doesn't matter. I hope that the regressive history can stop at our generation. You - as 'survivors', can find a new way... If one day I deviate from this idea myself, it must not be my intention, child, I need you to do something."

Lord asked strangely: "What can I serve you?"

"Go to the Eighth Galaxy and find Lin Jingheng."

Lord was stunned when he heard this. He had been away from the Silver Fortress for more than twenty years, more than twice as long as he had been in the Silver Fortress. You should know that even in the war years, the lives of officers were not all magnificent. Most people actually went with the flow. Some people were miserable, lived in disarray, died worthless, and became purebred cannon fodder. Some people followed the right troops and always played the role of "the enemy was disbanded when they arrived at the scene", quietly enduring some qualifications, and living a dull and boring "replenishment life" in a daze.

The front line, conspiracy, Lin Jingheng, thrilling battles and deaths... were all far away from Lord, so that when he heard the legend of the "death" of the superiors who had been deeply admired in the past, he felt sighing and had no sense of inclusion. He wanted to follow that person's heart desperately, but now there was no more. The most important thing in his eyes was how to get along with his new colleagues who originally belonged to the Central Army.

After hearing Marshal Woolf's request that the village and the shop were not in front of the village, Lord thought that he had something wrong with his ears and asked, "What did you say? Who did you look for?"

"Remember what I said." Marshal Woolf grabbed his fingers and tightened them hard, as if he wanted to engrave this sentence in Lord's heart. "If there is really a day when no matter what you hear, you don't believe it. Find a way to contact Lin Jingheng."

"Lian, contact General Lin? But how do I contact?" Lord asked in confusion, "I...what should I say to him then?"

"You don't need to know, there will naturally be a chance at that time. I don't think it will be far away that day." Marshal Woolf said, "When you see him, you will say to him... 'Do you remember the best I gave him at Ulan Academy back then'?"

"General," Lord said carefully at the communication platform that had not responded for a long time, "Marson Woolf once talked to us privately and said that he gave you an "Outstanding" at Ulan Academy. Do you still remember?" [Note]

This sentence has gone through a long time and space. When the noise reaches the eighth Galaxy Galaxy City, it is like a thunder in the dry sky.

Lin Jingheng felt a little "splied" in his heart.

However, this subtle reaction, when I penetrated the wormhole back and forth, it would have been worn out long ago.

Lord looked at Lin Jingheng's distorted and expressionless face and suddenly remembered that this was the person he once admired when he was young and frivolous. Suddenly, he found that he had been so close to the storm of this era that he was almost caught in. However, by more than 20 years, he had been pushed out by the torrent of fate for tens of thousands of light years, and the painful young man gradually turned into a mediocre young man.

After Lord finished what Wolf asked him to say, he breathed a sigh of relief. On the one hand, he had completed his mission, and on the other hand, he suddenly felt a little grateful that "nearly".

It was so dangerous that he almost became a person on the roster of sacrifice.

In comparison, it is nothing bad to be a mediocre colonel.

Relying on Lin Jingheng's former captain of the guard, Lord took some time to greet him and say "nonsense", but talking too much would make people doubt it. Lord was not sure whether the meaning he conveyed was right. After all, with his level, it would be difficult to contact Marshal Woolf after he came out to take office, and he couldn't hold on to Lin Jingheng if he understood it. Will he believe him... After all, it's miserable. His colleagues who had dreamed together at the Silver Fortress have now almost all died for the Declaration of Freedom.

But there were ears around him, so Lord had to apply sweat from his palms on his pants, and on behalf of his current chief Duke, he conveyed his greetings to the Eighth Galaxy. It was a diplomatic rhetoric that was very particular, but the lines were filled with small emotions, which were translated into oral language, roughly meaning:

Duke, I greet the old boss in the stone statue of the eighth galaxy, the legendary son and the adopted son of the white-eyed wolf, and the brothers who fought with General Lu in the eighth galaxy. Woolf has Alzheimer's disease, and now he insists on increasing troops near the Heart of the Rose, and forcibly explains that he will not target the eighth galaxy. As a soldier who was "increased", I think he and his pug are both stupid. But don't worry, the eighth galaxy has the face of General Lu. I promise not to use force before you take action. Welcome to set up a communication platform on the border. Everyone will contact you in the future. We can share General Lu's glorious past together. Listen to the old and immortal Lin, who is also a terrible alliance, and hope for peace in the world.

"Lin, do you think this person is trustworthy?" After the brief communication was disconnected, Lu Bixing asked, "What does it mean to give you a 'you'?"

Lin Jingheng shook his head with great concern: "He is Woolf's man."

"Are the commander afraid that people's hearts will change over twenty years?" said Anakin, the captain of the Fourth Guards. "I think he was rude and nervous. If he was pretending, his acting skills would be too clever."

Lin Jingheng shook his head again.

"Commander, what you are worried about is not that people's hearts change, but that Colonel Lord himself doesn't know who he is using." Li Fran said in a look of his words, "It is reasonable to put a few nails to monitor the silver fortress with Woolf's desire to control. He knows you, and will not be by your side, be too scheming and too sharp to challenge you. Such people with a clean family background, a lack of knowledge in the world and even a little idealistic, are the right medicine."

When Lu Bixing heard the words "I was not very experienced in the world and even a little idealistic", his eyes suddenly became dark.

However, this time, Lin Jingheng did not notice it, and just waved his hand: "Let's take a step and see, at least we still have the natural wormhole area, the natural wormhole area."

The Expedition Team's experimental mission was a complete and returned successfully. Not only did it complete the natural wormhole test, but it also built a two-way communication platform with the help of the First Galaxy Border Guards, which can directly contact the Galaxy City Command Center.

As the leader of the Central Army, Duke, although Woolf suppressed his rebelliousness, was also a thorny head who jumped up and down. He blatantly engaged in "private diplomacy" with the Eighth Galaxy under the ambiguous attitude of the Central Committee of the Alliance and generously shared the public network of the First Galaxy. Although the signal was very unstable, it could at least allow the Eighth Galaxy to see the daily headlines of the Woto Daily.

Immediately afterwards, an exclusive interview about Marshal Woolf in Wootto Daily was published. Two pages discussed the discussion on the "Order No. 306". Woolf in the video was energetic and clear. In any case, it temporarily held down the sensational public opinion.

Whether it is the Eighth Galaxy or the Alliance, they have entered a short period of calm, and it seems that even the Liberty Legion has become low-key.

In the calm atmosphere, the water vapor is rich, the dark clouds set sail, and a smell of changing the sky is rolling in.

Dr. Harden collects all the data on Lu Bixing every other month.

Dr. Harden was very cautious about this. Even as the founder of the Nuwa Project, Lu Bixing's situation was too special for him.

It has been several years since Lu Bixing took out the chip last time. The special biochip has perfectly fused with the human body. His metabolism, mitochondria fusion and division... The way the entire human body has changed, and no one can tell what will happen if it is taken out - or even if it is good now, will there be sequelae in decades.

Dr. Harden took back his trait's grip and glanced at the number above: "You have very accurate control of your body's strength."

"It wasn't light or heavy at the beginning," Lu Bi took action to help him clean up the instruments, "Just get used to it slowly."

"You sacrificed the interactivity of the chip for safety. This is very smart and will not be affected by the jammer. President Lu, how much pressure can you bear at most? Have you ever tested it?"

"No, because it was a secret experiment, I didn't dare to try it in extreme situations. I would get bigger if I accidentally die." Lu Bixing said frankly, "But if I was just pierced by a laser gun, I could control my body to not bleed for at least three minutes. If there was a medical cabin waiting for a while, this time would be enough. In addition, I had no sleep for at least 23 days at the longest time. Although I was very tired at the time, I just endured the fatigue within the range, my mental breakdown, and I could concentrate, and there were no obvious sequelae afterwards."

"It's different from ordinary people's energy. Is this the reason why you destroyed the experimental data and didn't take out the chip?"

Lu Bixing spread his hands: "I don't have enough strength, so I'll get it. The pressure during that period is too great, and there is no way."

"It's better not to do this. President Lu, without reference. I can only compare with you. Because of your life rules recently, the indicators of this physical examination are significantly better than historical data. If this is approaching normal level, it means that you have been in a non-healthy state for a long time. No one knows what will happen if this continues." Dr. Harden said, "I will post this physical examination report to his personal terminal later as General Lin's request. Do you have no objection?"

"Uh..." Lu Bixing stuck his shell and his voice became weaker. "Just tell him the improvement and improvement part, don't say it was abnormal before?"

Dr. Harden paused: "Someone told me that half of the people in the Eighth Galaxy have vitiligo cerebral disease. These people dream of healing themselves and can bear the risk. President Lu, through communication with you these days, I think your nine-year research results can be said to be based on experimental basis. Why not continue? You must know that once you succeed, your Eighth Galaxy will become a Superman Galaxy. Any untrained ordinary person among the citizens will be comparable to the regular army of the Alliance. At that time, with your strength, you can sweep the Alliance."

"Isn't vitiligo cerebral disease a human?" Lu Bixing smiled at him, "Eden is gone, why do you still discriminate against vitiligo cerebral disease? There is not only a job in the world to start a mecha, and it is not that you can't do vitiligo cerebral disease at all, it's just that you learn slowly. Who told you the fallacy?"

Dr. Harden: “…”

When Lu Bixing saw his expression indescribable, he immediately understood that this widowed old man who was deceived and intimidated by General Lin and left a deep psychological shadow. He couldn't help laughing for a while. He half-sympathized and half-apologized, poured a cup of tea for Old Harden, and said, "Do you know what I felt when I looked through Zhanlu's database for the first time?"

Harden: "Hmm?"

"It's very shocking," said Lu Bixing. "I read a lot of technology in Zhanluna that I thought did not exist. There was a small part of it. I had thought of it and I was proud of it. More than ones were beyond my knowledge. There were some I couldn't even understand. I thought at the time that there were so many people in this world who were smarter than me, which were unimaginable, but these were all premature projects. Although they were recorded, there were long bans and cease notices in front of them."

"When I was in the White Tower, I participated in more than 60 projects, and more than 90% of them did not pass the risk review. The rest were all things that were not painful," Dr. Harden sighed and said softly. "Those demon beans will grow into the sky overnight, and the giants who cannibalize in the clouds will pour down (note 2). Every small attempt may be doomed."

"It was not until I sat in this position that I realized that the Alliance had been hundreds of years before I was born... No, even in the old ephemeris era before the birth of the Alliance, people who held power realized this problem," Lu Bixing said. "After the Age of Discovery, human civilization has been regressing, not because humans have degenerated, but because we have to wear shackles."

"Even if you are so careful, the league still stepped on the mine. Even the safest entertainment service industry is full of crises," Harden said. "Who could have thought that the Garden of Eden would become such a monster?"

"Yes, this is the second time I was shocked. The first time was when I was a child, I wanted to short the special mecha for encephalitis. I thought I had come up with a solution, but I found out that someone had already verified and denied my theory." Lu Bixing said, "You will find that all your self-thinking ideas have been thought of before, and all theories that thought they created the era have been falsified before. The world has reached this point today because all those who are smarter than you have failed."

Dr. Harden, who had planned to be in exile for hundreds of years, no longer understood it, and he could get goosebumps when he said it.

"This is scary, Doctor. When I was a child, I had a thousand ideas for the future development of the world. When I was young, I built a school and talked nonsense with the students every day. But when I had the power to realize it, I found that I didn't even dare to say one," Lu Bixing whispered. "For so many years, my guidance on the Eighth Galaxy Engineering Department was based on the 'forced situation' - if I can't make this thing and realize this technology, we will die. Then we will do it after repeated rigorous arguments. In comparison, biochips that can change social structure and even species characteristics are too dangerous."

Lu Bixing paused, and while Dr. Harden was in a daze, he followed the topic quietly: "In fact, even the Miss Lin of the Free Legion knew that Lin was floating in the cosmic rays without any protection at that time for at least half an hour, and was injured like that. Didn't she think about using chips for him?"
Chapter completed!