Chapter 6: The Nobles (II)
Nikita's figure gradually disappeared from Constance Dante's sight, and suddenly, Constance Dante felt as if a string had broken in his heart. That lonely man was destined to take that path of no return.
Silently staring at the mechanical watch lying quietly in his hand in his hand, Constance Dante sighed softly and put on the mechanical watch for Sophia beside him. Running his fingertips across the cold bracelet, Constance Dante looked at his sister and said, "This is Nikita's last gift to us, you have to keep it." ”
Sophia nodded and said, "I see." ”
"Sophia, will you still remember Uncle Nikita?" Constance Dante asked.
Sophia looked at Constance Dante and said obediently: "Brother Constance Dante wants me to remember, I will remember." ”
Constance Dante sighed and said nothing more. It has been said that a person's real death is when everyone in this world forgets him. And Nikita is hidden in the city, living alone without relatives, and how many people remember him. The only proof that he lived in this world was humble talking, and at this moment, Nikita had decided to abandon all hope of living was death.
Damn, why are there always those people who have to tell themselves how cowardly and powerless they are with their ridiculous behavior. Constance Dante was inexplicably annoyed.
"Everyone is ready to evacuate!" The sudden order was given and the crowd immediately rioted. Everyone wanted to get out of the abyss as soon as possible, and hunger, poverty, and oppression made no one want to live in their homeland anymore.
Under the command of the army, large crowds began to move slowly, and the huge underground shelter was connected to a vast underground river system, and boats carrying refugees and wounded soldiers slowly made their way to the deep tunnels.
Constance, Dante and his sister waited in the crowd to board the ship.
When he saw the huge mechas, Constance Dante was suddenly stunned. The iron giant, with its hideous appearance, was solemn and silent, but the average person looked at it with awe or two at most, but Constance Dante seemed to freeze. "Brother Cons, Dante?" Sophia tugged at her brother's sleeve, which made Constance Dante react, but there was unusual horror in her flickering eyes.
It turns out that the Empire's mecha research has reached this stage!
Constance Dante's uneasiness grew heavier and heavier, and the revenge destined for the East had begun in an orderly manner.
"Enemy attack!" Suddenly, the shouts of warning were heard through the crowd. Then a violent explosion rang out, and the huge flames and smoke immediately confused the crowd. Fear and despair came again, and everyone lost their minds.
Damn it! This time, Constance Dante was ready, and took his sister to lean against the wall against the chaotic crowd, and in the smoke of gunpowder, when Constance Dante saw the scene in front of him, his pupils dilated again.
A blue mecha burst out of the flames, dragging a huge mecha wreckage in its hands, which was the car of the Herod Knight on guard. Instead of shooting at the man he was wearing, he pounced on the other mechknights.
Herod's mecha, which is not inferior to the kingdom mecha, has no power to fight back at all, and the terrifying power brought by the three powerful armored cores makes most of the mecha look like old men in the twilight in front of [Hannibal].
Compared to the heavily armed Herod Knights, Noel piloted Hannibal like an uncivilized savage unarmed, but the steel punches at high speed were no less powerful than artillery. Noel drove [Hannibal] to punch a Herod mech's breastplate deeply, and if it wasn't for special reinforcement, the mech would have been a pile of scrap metal. But it was too late to fight back, and Noel pulled out his mounted armor-piercing greatsword and swung the fatal blow. With the sound of the explosion, Herod's mecha turned into scrap metal, scattered fragments fell, and people fled in all directions, although they were fragments, the smallest was the size of a person. Death and injury are inevitable.
"Noel stop, don't fight anymore." Ann Lother could no longer stand such a war, and spoke out to prevent the fanatical Noel.
"Your Highness, they are just rebels, and there would be no war without them." Noel didn't understand that Ann Lostt had to stop herself even like this. "Instead of letting them get in the way, it's better to just get rid of them." Noel's face was hideous.
"Smack!"
Ann Lost's sudden slap to Noel stunned.
"Enough, those civilians are innocent." It was the first time that Ann Loste was so angry, was life such a worthless thing in the eyes of these knights? Each time it was a merciless destruction, without mercy. Ann Rosette snatched the microphone and turned on the speaker system, "I am the third princess of the kingdom, and in the name of the crown prince of the kingdom, I swear that I have come for peace. So I only brought the knights. Please listen to me before you open fire again, I don't want to shed blood again, whoever it is. Believe in my faith that I will order the kingdom's armies to stop violence and slaughter. ”
The earnest tone resounded among the crowd, and the name of the wise princess was widely praised even among the Herodians.
Even Herod's mecha knight did not attack again while Ann Lostt spoke, partly because of the fear of [Hannibal]'s strength, and on the other hand, because he believed in the credibility of the dove crown prince.
The mecha's hatch suddenly opened slowly, and a young girl fell to the ground through the halyard. Even though her hair was cut short, the princess still did not lose her noble demeanor.
To the left and right, Herod's soldiers, armed with long pipes of firearms, swarmed up and aimed at Ann Lost. "Presumptuous!" Noel roared, and [Hannibal] became tyrannical. And the Herod mecha on the other side was not to be outdone, and the armor-piercing cannon muzzle was immediately aimed at the Rustin knight who broke out at any time.
"Noel!" Ann Lost, worthy of being the prince of the kingdom, did not panic at all and stopped Noel's impulse. Ann Roast said as calmly as she could, "Please bring me to your leader." The girl walked away without fear of the muzzle of the gun. And Herod's soldiers did not dare to open fire, because here, if that blue mecha went berserk, the consequences would be unimaginable. Constance Dante was already drenched in cold sweat at this time, and if there was an accident, he and Sophia would inevitably die without a place to be buried.
Gotta get out of here!
"You're trying to run away again." A mocking voice rang out, and at some point, a man in an ochre-red cloak stood beside Constance Dante.
The moment Constance Dante heard the voice, he was immediately terrified.
It's him! Beneath the cloak, a sinister blonde boy's face is revealed.
"Hello, Sophia!" The boy greeted Sophia, who was beside Constance, with a smile.
"How did you end up here?" Looking at the incredible scene in front of him, Constance Dante gritted his teeth with difficulty and bitterness and asked, Constance Dante blocked his sister behind him as if he was more afraid of the boy touching Sophia.
"Brother!?" Sophia was a little dazed.
"She's tired already, isn't she? Let her get some good sleep, Justin. The boy's voice was ethereal and deep, as if it had magical power, and Sophia unconsciously became unconscious, only feeling that her body was weak. Then, I felt that my waist was grabbed and I lost consciousness.
The boy held the sleeping girl in his arms and looked at Constance Dante, "What a lovely girl, but I'm afraid she won't belong to you anymore." ”
"Let it go! Bashiles. For the first time, Constance Dante had such a crazy expression on his face, like a lone wolf wounded.
However, the blond-haired boy gently dodged Dante's punch, and a sneer appeared on his face: "If you are so weak and powerless, even if you are ruthless, who will put you in your eyes?" The original knight king is now so embarrassed, what kind of protection can he talk about? Bashires's vicious words were so harsh that Consdante's anger gradually subsided.
"Who are you to laugh at me?" Constance Dante suddenly sneered. "All things now are thanks to you." The boy's eyes were full of resentment.
"But that's your own choice, ten years later, you still feel sorry for yourself for that mistake. In the past ten years, you have felt more guilty about the dead than you are for the living, and you would rather shed the blood of those who love you than weep over the past. Bashiles's words were cold, but he still had a smile on his face.
"For me, the contract is still valid. As for when you fulfill your responsibilities, that's your choice. "As in the past, everything is left to the will of the king."
"If you want to carry a crown, you must bear its weight. In the end, you will have to bear the cost of all decisions, the difference is only the size of the cost, and whether you can give it up. ”