Char. Aznab stood in front of the porthole of the flagship bridge, his hands gently clasped behind his back, standing straight in front of the porthole like a sculpture.

Battleships have long had camouflaged bridges, and most warships have even ruled out the design of allowing commanders to directly observe the universe through organic composite materials, because that would be too dangerous, and the power of the high-energy Mega particle beam, even if it was passed at close range, if the armor plate was not closed in time, it was enough to cause a tragedy in an instant.

But Char. Aznab's flagship still retains the design that allows him to look directly at the starry sky, he likes to look at the starry sky, especially after inexplicably appearing in this "time and space", after Axis's tragic and terrible memories flew to Earth and was held up by his old enemy, he liked to look at the starry sky very much.

Attracted by gravity, bound souls... The red comet exhaled the turbidity in its chest cavity and let out a slight sigh----- what about us in the universe?

He looked at Starlight, and his memory suddenly went back to when he was very young------ he and his sister went to see an opera with his father and mother, the name of the opera has long been forgotten, and his father's smile has been blurred, he, as Casper. All that remains of Daiken's memory is the "starlight" that was decorated on the stage that day.

Those tiny rays of light, those tiny man-made false starlight, made him sit in the darkness at that time and could not forget.

As now, a little starlight dotted the quiet darkness, and the flagship was moving at breakneck speed, rushing to the predetermined coordinates, but in Char. In Aznab's eyes, the stars didn't give him the sense of speed that comes with the backwards of things when he rides on Earth.

It's like being fixed in place, locked in a cage, thinking of this, the red comet's eyebrows twisted, cage, the earth is a cage, the universe is actually sometimes not, to what extent can the human soul be "free"?

Yes, to what extent, not to what extent, instead of complete freedom, he had already begun to think about this question, and suddenly he thought again, what his old enemies would think, what some old people would think, and for a moment some were not thinking but in a daze.

A soft cough sounded behind him, finally pulling him back from his distraction, and the woman who made the voice had long blond hair, an intellectual and strong temperament, and a gentleness that would not be easily detected by outsiders.

"Nana, what's the matter?" Char raised his hand and pressed the corner of his forehead gently, and asked a little tiredly, he was not tired because of his work, but because of the upcoming negotiations, yes, he was tired when he thought about negotiating with that woman.

"Dazuo should go and take a rest, wait a minute, you have to work hard instead of labor, this can't be solved by medicine, can it?" The director of the Institute of New Humanity said half comfortingly, half persuasively.

"I think you're trying to say that you need to work hard and work hard." Char laughed dumbly.

"Sometimes, you have to learn to improve, learn to learn, and you're not at your peak anymore, right, you know what I'm talking about, right?" In essence, the deputy marshal stared at the commander-in-chief, and his gaze did not move at all.

"I have my point, Nana." The red comet held back for a long time, but still only threw out such a helpless sentence.

"When will you learn to be less nihilistic, that is the blessing of Zeon, every ounce of combat power is extremely precious now, if you want the tragedy of Vathoron to happen again, then I will also take extreme measures."

"But you didn't, didn't, believe me one last time, anyway." Char bowed deeply to the female director who was with him.

"Don't believe or believe, it's really nothing to do with the result, Commander-in-Chief, you know the loss of a Chad at this stage. What is Doga's concept of us。。。。。。 ”

"It's going to be a big blow."

"You know, and you have the only Chad, which is tuned to the best condition. Doga assigned to the only so-called new human who hasn't been adjusted by me to drive 。。。。。。。。? The questioning words were already full of anger.

"I didn't get much adjusted in Flanagon at first, that is, I went through the motions, and so did the white guy in the Federation."

"So you were suppressed at the end and couldn't hold your head up, and the white guy, IMHO, if not 。。。。。。。。。"

"You've said enough, Nana, that's all we agreed not to talk about." Char said categorically.

"Look at the other eight pilots, Commander-in-Chief, really, whether it's the application control of psychic waves, or the durability of the spirit, it's much better than the guy you chose, really, and their MS is only equipped with cheap standard Samuel... If someone is really looking for trouble。。。。。。 ”

"Lala, she'。。。。。。。 As I said, one day, human beings will be able to control time freely, and her soul will forever float in the void, and in an era when time can be conquered, I don't want to take the hope of humanity into my own hands。。。。。。 ”

"The hope of humanity?"

"Yes, the hope of mankind, the possibility itself 。。。。。。。。"

"Do you think that teenager is a possibility?"

"It's a possibility, Nana, not the possibility itself, no one is the possibility itself, that's too arrogant, it will never happen, the times, never put hope in a single individual, even when it was Axis。。。。。。。"

At the feet of the two, the person at the center of their topic is enduring the jealous and contemptuous gaze and thinking of their colleagues, or rather, their kind.

Guo Zhouyi felt very subtle, since the simulation battle in the universe, the momentum brought by the sharp sinking of the body seemed to rush his head a hole along the blood vessels, and then the information that was originally closed by the outside world poured into it as if it had found a place for catharsis, making him think that if he could do an induction wave projection that he had seen once in the research institute now, his current head must be like the stall of the kite seller in the documentary-------- pulling out many lines from one point.

On the other side of the line, what is it, alas.

Thinking so, he looked around and closed his eyes------ out of sight and out of mind, although it was useless to say so.

The elite in the training camp, after the personal adjustment and training of the commander-in-chief's "partner", is much stronger than themselves in terms of control ability, sensing distance, or accuracy or something, but this escort mission is actually 。。。。。。。 Or maybe it was a mistake for me to be able to appear in this kind of mission, and the old man kept saying that I was inferior to the Federation's "batch training rookie。。。。。。。 If they think so, it's not without reason that they're angry。。。。。。

Besides, I really haven't won much, and the old man also said it, just to prevent a waste firewood seedling with Newtype potential from really being wasted.

Comforting himself like this, Guo Zhouyi felt that the cold of disgust that broke into his body through the life-supporting driving suit was not so strong.

The next moment, he suddenly felt a different chill rushing through one of the countless silk threads that stretched out on his "head", which made him open his eyes violently in the amazed gaze of everyone.

At a 90-degree angle to the Red Comet's flagship, a Federation MS carrier was running at maximum speed, and the side of the battleship was painted with a huge coat of arms, the center of which was a splendid rose, and a heavily armed knight holding a gun in one hand.