Although you won't get bruised and swollen in the face of a fall in heavy battle armor, you will still be more or less dizzy. Jim, who had rammed into the door but was pitted by the automatic opening of the door, propped himself up on the ground and tried to stand up on his own. But the temporary dizziness made the middle-aged man a little unable to stand up.

One of the culprits grabbed the edge of the black battle armor and picked a position where it was easier to force. Directly pulled Jim who fell to the ground. And Jim felt that Zhao Yi was helping him, and he also made great efforts.

Finally, he managed to get up and stood up straight.

After Zhao Yi lifted Jim Renault, who weighed almost a ton of armor, the former leader of the rebel army shook his head for a while before coming back to his senses.

"Damn it, Zhao. What have you been up to lately? Jim wanted to use words that were a little more concerning, like what he had been busy with lately. However, when it came out, it became tough because of the embarrassment just now and the matter of Kerrigan.

There was a hint of a superior in the tone.

"I'm ..... Deciphering the archives too! These archives are very important. Zhao Yi said far-fetchedly, of course, he added a sentence in his heart that was very important to him.

"What archives are so important? Tadarin is spreading death and fear throughout the Empire! Without further ado, let's go. ”

Jim's tough tone made Zhao Yi angry for half a second.

"I ......"

The glowing screen behind him contained the enemy's information, how could Zhao Yi leave?

The hesitation on Zhao Yi's face made Jim angry, and he thought of the civilians who had no ability to fight back in front of Tadarin - damn it, countless civilians will die, and it doesn't matter what the file is broken!

Completely unaware of how important those files were to Zhao Yi, Jim became more and more tough, and he grabbed Zhao Yi's shoulders with both hands and pulled him in front of him. Eyes looking at each other - the two men stood side by side, and the moment their eyes met, Zhao Yi's gaze shifted away.

"Leave the damn archive alone, countless unarmed civilians are being slaughtered by Tadarin......."

Zhao Yi remained silent, his gaze shifted to the side.

The young man who used to be favored by Jim became this cowardly ghost, and Renault was simply angry.

"Damn it, don't forget you owe me!!"

This was the second time he had mentioned it, and Zhao Yi shook his head violently, his eyes looking directly into Jim's eyes. The anger in his chest began to brew, as if a desperate person was driven to a dead end again and again - Zhao Yi helped Jim, so Fucalo's revenge? This revenge, which was a whole year late, is going to be postponed again?

This is an era when the dark ones are coming, and as someone who knows everything, Zhao Yi has an obligation to help them......

"Give me an hour."

With his anger suppressed, he decides to follow Jim's words and save the "civilians". But he needs to integrate all the data into his personal PC. So that in the free time of the battle, there is a chance to find out that damn ghost.

"An hour? How many innocent civilian casualties will there be in an hour? ”

Facing Zhao Yi's turn to leave, the righteous Jim Renaud grabbed his shoulder with one hand. The steel battle armor palm made Zhao Yi unable to move.

Jim is carrying the whole world, but Zhao Yi only thinks about revenge now.

Zhao Yi's other hand lightly rested on Jim's wrist, and then slowly exerted his strength. Jim's Battle Armor wrists began to creak with the twisting of metal joints, and Jim noticed that the Battle Armor's palms were no longer controlled.

"I said, I'll only need an hour."

Under the calm tone, there was a lot of suppressed anger, and after letting go of the battle armor with his bare hands, Zhao Yi no longer flinched and met Jim's eyes.

In the purple pupils, a hint of darkness churned with or without it......

Jim took a step back, then a step back: "I just want you to remember how many innocent people will die because of the time you delayed!" ”

Insisting on the justice in his heart, the angry Jim leaves, leaving behind a lonely soul.

The walking dead Zhao Yi slowly walked to the keyboard where he had been buried for a week, he didn't know if the conflict he had just had with Jim was right, but he really didn't want the murderer to be alive - he only wanted to execute the person who had taken his beloved.

Lightweight fingers tossed across the keyboard, and the entire ghost file was rapidly wrapped, compressed, and stored.

An inexplicable ridicule echoed in Zhao Yi's ears, a voice with ridicule, teasing, and hatred.

The voice was laughing at everything Zhao Yi had done, tapping on the keyboard...... Innocent civilians saved...... and the reincarnation of redemption. After Zhao Yi pressed the last button, he suddenly found that there was an illusion around him that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Fcralo.

"See? This cycle of decay. There is no need for you to save them, their so-called fairness and justice will always serve themselves. ”

Fucalo said, black gas escaping from her dark eyes. Zhao Yi knew that this was just an illusion, but he still subconsciously breathed icicles.

"Shut up, Ammon. Do what you have to do, corrupt Kara to control the Star Spirits, or let the Morbius Legion seize the Sarnagar artifact, whatever. Just don't bother me. ”

In the face of Emmon's shameless act of pouring salt on Zhao Yi's wounds, Zhao Yi could not make any effective countermeasures.

The darkness in Fucallo's eyes gradually faded, and the moment Zhao Yi put on the ghost combat suit, it changed back to its original clarity - she stood there and looked at herself, Zhao Yi seemed to have returned to the time when the Hyperion had just seen her.

"Zhao ......"

Fucalo stretched out his hand to Zhao Yi, and the protagonist, who was deeply trapped in the illusion, couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to hold this hand that had been absent for many years.

The illusion vanished, and the moment her hands were clasped, Fucalo turned into a cloud of purple smoke and dissipated into the air—leaving only Zhao Yi with a stunned face.

Fcalo is dead, her brain physically destroyed. Not to mention the infection of the alien worm, even if Sarnagar came in person, Fucalo had no chance of resurrection.

A sad tear crossed Zhao Yi's cheek and finally condensed on the tip of his chin. Small droplets of water formed hang here.

The smell of Fucalo on the phantom was still lingering on the tip of his nose, and he put his hand under his nose, reminiscing about the last moment of holding hands.

"Damn, Zhao Yi, you've been delayed for an hour and ten minutes. Come out! ”

Zhao Yi's communicator sounded at the right time, interrupting Zhao Yi's last wisp of sadness and pain.

"I'll go."

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes to the tip of his chin, Zhao Yi put on his ghost mask and officially responded to Jim Reno's words.

"Very good, that's what it sounds like!"

(End of chapter)