"The final battle, finally ...... Wait until ......"

In the garden, the Speaker also looked at the figure flying out of the huge ring and said softly.

His figure was very thin, but such a thin figure seemed so heavy in Sal Jones's eyes. It's as if he was standing in front of the window, working day after day, accumulating, planning, waiting for this day.

The Momberto family, the day they are waiting for.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, and Sal Jones didn't know what to say and couldn't say anything. This is the persistence of an old man, a family, from the moment they become guardians. Countless men have died in the war, and the dedication of generations is not for the glory on the family crest, but for the mission.

Protect here, protect this civilization.

The wind was blowing, and the leaves were rattling, and the white hair of the Speaker was raised. The old man raised his hand, meticulously arranged his hair, and then took out a box from the side. His movements are slow and detailed. solemnly seems to be holding the trust of the ancestors of the family. The mottled marks on the box are like years.

In front of Sal Jones, the Speaker put the box on the table like this, and then opened it...... Inside was an old, but clean combat suit.

The battle suit was not complete, the left shoulder armor was completely gone, and the right shoulder armor and cuirass were also covered with cracks, and in these cracks Sal Jones saw traces of black and brown, which was the color of blood. Obviously, the owner of this combat suit has experienced countless battles and won countless victories. It's just a set of armor, but in some cases, it also represents the will of a warrior, perhaps...... The will of a family......

The Speaker raised his hand, unbuttoned his robe, took off his dignified robe in front of Sal Jones, and then changed into this combat uniform little by little. When the last buckle is completed, the battle suit snaps together. The internal power is running, and the pressure relief port emits a long white mist.

After doing this, the Speaker raised his head and smiled at Sal Jones. "Here, I'll leave it to you."

"Your Excellency......" Sal Jones snorted. He knew what the Speaker was going to do, but he didn't know if he would be able to come back.

"Don't worry about me, do your own thing." The Speaker smiled, not at all nervous before leaving. "I'm still young...... I didn't see the moment when humanity succeeded, and I was reluctant to die. ”

With that, he raised his hand and patted Sal Jones on the shoulder. So he turned and walked out the door.

"Do a good job and don't let me down."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Sal Jones puffed up his chest and finally agreed.

It was the same as when he had obeyed orders, but it was completely different. Because with this voice, Sal Jones suddenly felt that his body became heavy, as if something was pressed on it. He knew what it was, and he was willing, and he was willing to accept it.

That's the responsibility.

…………………………

Eden is huge. This is a planet, so to speak.

The Speaker walks on the city's main thoroughfare, next to a dense crowd of buildings. Because this is a military zone, there is not much crowding. There are also quite a few wearing combat uniforms. The Speaker is nothing but inconspicuous here. The only thing that makes people feel a little special is that his combat uniform is too old and tattered.

Some pedestrians exchanged ears, and some fighters stopped. Look at him with reverence. They saw a lot of things from the Speaker's combat uniform, and they knew how to show their respect.

The Speaker smiled and nodded in response.

He liked these young people. Vitality, hope, vitality, and something related to life can be seen in them. They are the future of humanity and a microcosm of humanity.

And oneself represents the past of mankind.

Not far away, a shop closed, the automatic gate slowly closed, and an old man stepped out of the small door on the side. He was about the same age as the Speaker, but he was physically strong. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts, and carrying a box under his left arm.

He followed the Speaker and did not speak......

Farther away, a couple was shopping, and the girl noticed the figure of the speaker and was slightly stunned. Then he picked up the boy's face and kissed him fiercely. The next moment she threw the boy down and walked towards the Speaker.

A skinny man......

A child......

A cripple......

Gradually, the number of people behind the speaker began to increase, and there were all kinds of people. The Speaker didn't seem to feel it, and no one spoke, as if these people were not familiar, and as if the familiar could not be more familiar. They silently followed the speaker until they came to the door of a bar.

The bar was small and run-down. Loud country music was playing inside.

The Speaker stopped at the door of the bar and did not enter. Just silently looking at the inside of the bar, as if he could see the figure on the bar through the dilapidated wooden door. That thousand years are like a day, forever wiping the figure of the wine glass.

I don't know how long it was, he said suddenly. "I'm leaving."

There was no answer. The figure was still wiping the glass, maybe he didn't hear the speaker's voice, maybe he didn't care. The speaker didn't repeat, smiled slightly, and turned his head to look at the followers behind him.

"I'm going to trouble you again, old man."

"It's the job of the Momberto squad." The shirtless old man replied, glancing at his companions around him. "We're all rusty."

"It's so boring to be a handsome guy every day." The girl replied.

"Can you kill enough this time?" The thin man pushed his glasses.

"If I win, I want a thousand Boca slaves." The child sniffs down the nose.

The "............" cripple was indifferent.

The Speaker smiled, laughed, and then raised his hand to point. The dome above that simulated the sky suddenly cracked. He brought the crowd in. A few minutes later, the Speaker was in the starry sky beyond Eden. There were three groups of people waiting for him. One is led by a beautiful woman, and the other is a muse.

Seeing the speaker appear, both of them pouted.

"You're late." The woman said, a hint of sarcasm on her face. "If the mercenaries are all at your speed, I advise you to hand over the leadership to our star thieves."

"Hey, old man, don't listen to her ramblings, keep the good things for yourself." The muse said with a smug on the side. "Besides, with the two of you as role models, the star thief mercenaries are not separated..."

"That's right." The muse blinked again. "Forget to praise you, your combat suit fits perfectly."

"You mean to say I haven't done it in a long time, right?" The Speaker smiled dumbly. Shaking his head slightly, he looked at the woman. There was a rare hint of tenderness in his eyes. "Good work. I've been acting for so long. ”

"Maybe it's not acting. Who knows? The woman blinked, looked at the Speaker, and smiled.

Then the Speaker turned his gaze to the third group waiting for him.

"It's all up to you." The Speaker said solemnly to the Blood Pupil.

"It's the deal." The blood pupil replied. (To be continued......)

PS: Since yesterday, Xiaodao has had a cold and fever, and he is very dizzy. This verse was written with a low fever...... It's uncomfortable.