In an earlier message to General Morgan, Helen had come to the conclusion that the technological system represented by the mechanical insect swarm came from the outer universe, which was actually the arrival of an alien intelligent race on Earth, a plot that was badly written in science fiction novels in the old days. It's just that unlike the novel, this event actually happened, and not just once. Before the war began, a starship crashed into the desert of the Old Federation. The rescue and research of this spaceship, in the field of vision of mankind, for the first time, appeared super life. Dr. Rochester, who has led the largest research project, discovered and verified the existence of the ability, which opened Pandora's magic box and allowed humanity to enter an era of rapid mutation and evolution.

Another difference from the novel is that the aliens in the old novels are necessarily powerful, so powerful that a spaceship can destroy the earth. And this time, the wave of mechanical bugs from the alien seems to be weak. In fact, the mechanical combat unit is not weak, in terms of firepower, 10,000 mechanical combat units can be equivalent to a tank armored division in the old era. The million-sized swarm has more firepower than a single weapon ever used in the old era, with the exception of nuclear weapons. But this is only a theoretical number, if there is a real war, 10,000 mechanical swarms can completely annihilate an armored division without harming themselves. Therefore, it is actually the ability of the new era that is too powerful, which makes the mechanical bug tide so fragile.

But when the number of mechanical insect tides reached the level of 10 million, and a number of giant motherships with strategic strike capabilities appeared, almost everyone's minds no longer thought that they could win, but how many people would survive.

It's just that no matter how desperate the situation is, people still won't give up. As long as you persevere, there will be hope. I don't know if this sentence is a quote from a famous person in the Middle Ages, but it was intended to inspire the soldiers to hold on a little longer under the surroundment of the overwhelmingly superior number of enemy troops, in order to wait for the arrival of reinforcements that did not exist.

Ten minutes before the arrival of the Bug Tide, the deployment of troops for the entire Bloody Council had ended, and Lieutenant Colonel Julio finally breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly his eyes went black and he collapsed on the ground. In the blink of an eye, cold sweat soaked the lieutenant colonel's brand-new dark dragoon uniform. The two staff officers worked together to drag the lieutenant colonel from the ground to the sofa and let him sit more comfortably. Then, together with Julio, they were engrossed in staring at the big screen. Now everything that needs to be done has been done, and all that remains is to wait.

At some point, a curtain of light rose from the command platform on the second floor, blocking the view of the staff officers in the hall below. After the light curtain, Josh. General Morgan looked at the rapidly approaching insect tide on the big screen, put down the coffee cup in his hand, and gently tapped on the command platform. The automatic door opened silently, and the female secretary walked in with a metal box that was half a cubic meter long. This box looked to weigh at least a few hundred kilograms, and she was usually cold and charming in her hand, but it only seemed a little difficult. She placed the dark black metal box on the ground, pressed the switch, and with the slight sound of a motor, the metal box opened automatically, and a humanoid stand rose from inside, on which was a complete set of armor parts. The armor is not outstanding, with a black-gray paint that barely reflects light, and only a few simple dark gold ornaments on it.

General Morgan took off his general's uniform and began to put on his armor one by one. His movements were soothing and calm, as if he was preparing for a banquet. The female secretary had long since withdrawn, and she knew when to be there and when to go. The workmanship of the armor is not exquisite, and the material is not only not outstanding compared with today's most advanced alloy armor, but there are still many gaps in performance indicators. The greatest value of this set of armor itself is actually a commemorative significance. It accompanied Morgan throughout Scarlet Twilight and was the origin of the Dark Dragoon logo. It has been sealed since the end of Scarlet Twilight, and it is only today that it is worn back on General Morgan's body.

In fact, it is just a very ordinary set of armor, and lightweight may be the only advantage, without any special functions and without its own power. Motion capture, power amplification, and other new-age power armor functions are even more unlikely to exist. Some parts of it still have hidden marks that have not been completely repaired, and each crack reminds Morgan of the story that happened at that time.

Josh. Morgan stroked the helmet on his body, and his mind seemed to return to the days when he fought day and night in blood and gunsmoke. At that time, how many comrades-in-arms had fought side by side, they were talented, but they were like shooting stars, releasing the most brilliant brilliance and passing away. Many of them were more talented and powerful than Josh Morgan, but lacked a bit of luck. Only a being, like Lanaxis, who had an overwhelming power advantage in the later stages of the war, could ensure his survival in that extremely chaotic form.

And now, it's time to fight to the death.

"Angelina, speaking of which, hasn't seen her in years. After all these years, I really don't know what she has become in the Crimson Castle. Morgan muttered to himself, adjusting his armor.

This suit of armor was tailor-made for him more than ten years ago, and now it feels a little too tight when he wears it, and he needs to inhale and tuck his abdomen to put it on. This made the general can't help but begin to sigh about his young years. In fact, he just had a slightly convex belly, and he couldn't even see it when he wore the general's uniform.

After getting dressed, Josh. Morgan clicked on a small light screen in his hand again. There are only a few icons on the screen, and when clicked, several small windows pop up, apparently surveillance video. One of them caught his attention and zoomed in to full screen. It was a mixed weapons factory, and a dozen technicians were carrying out pieces of equipment and mounting them on two men, arming them like two turrets with full barrels. These are two men that General Morgan knows very well, the silver-haired Raffi and the black-steely Curtis. The equipment brought out by the technicians was obviously tailor-made for two people, and they were piled up one by one, and they couldn't be closer. It's just that the style of the equipment is a little weird, the firepower is too fierce, and these weapons and ammunition would not be a little if they were placed on a heavy-duty combat vehicle, but now they are piled up on two people, how awkward it looks.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! You have a minute left, do you hear me, a minute! Rafi roared loudly, making the already sweaty technician run faster. Now is indeed the time of the race against time, the time before the insect tide hits the outer defense line has been calculated in minutes, and if the equipment can be completed one minute earlier, for strong men like Raffei and Curtis can choose a better battle position within a few kilometers.

In the midst of the technicians' frantic busyness, Raffi said to Curtis, "Hey! Blacksteel, do you think these things work? How do I feel like we're both about to turn into a humanoid turret? ”

"Helen never did anything useless!" Curtis blocked Rafi's possible follow-up grievances with a word. Raffi shrugged, in fact, he just wanted to talk, it didn't matter what he said. If you keep quiet, the pressure of silence will drive people crazy.

Three minutes of rearmament was as long as three hours, and the rearmament finally came to an end with the last high-energy fuel cell embedded in the custom armor. Before leaving the weapons workshop, Raffi suddenly approached Curtis and sighed, "I haven't had a fight with Helen yet, I'm really unwilling!" ”

Curtis shrugged, causing the miniature missile bushes on his shoulder armor to collide. The face of the technician next to him instantly turned pale, and the captain also realized that his habitual movements were now completely classified as dangerous actions, so he grinned and smirked a few times, even if he mixed up. Rafi's voice was not small, not just for Curtis, but for the technicians present, and perhaps an old guy hiding behind the camera.

"This kid is still the same as back then." Morgan muttered to himself, not as angry as he had been. Rafi meant that he hoped that the technicians, who had stayed in the rear and might have a better chance of survival, would one day be able to bring his words to Helen. Perhaps, Raffi originally hoped that the person who passed the message was General Morgan, but the good-faced general naturally refused to admit that his voyeurism had been detected.

There was still a minute before the start of the war.

Taking advantage of this flaw, Morgan seized the time to switch between several screens. Many of the images are of the interior of Persephone's private hospital, and there is even a corner of Helen's central room. This is a monitor that has been secretly planted for more than a decade. They are all single-use, and the prepared power supply can support up to ten minutes of use. However, in all the scenes, including the central real room where she should be most present, there is no figure of Helen. She disappeared as if out of thin air, making General Morgan's heart tremble slightly. He couldn't help but be a little worried, though he knew that there was almost no chance that something would happen to her. But that's normal, and now it's critical. In a fleeting picture, there was a detail that caught General Morgan's attention. He immediately reverted to the image. The picture is a little blurry, it was taken by the lens of the central real room, and it emphasizes the concealment, and there must be some sacrifice in the picture quality.

Morgan zoomed in on the picture, and only then did he realize that it was a piece of paper on the real stage. The paper is placed in the right direction to face the camera, so that with such a poor resolution, you can see what is on it. It was a ** sketch, the style was simple but very expressive, and a few strokes sketched the head of a little girl. She was very sweet, with big eyes, and long hair with curly like a wave. The little girl's face is wooden and expressionless, but the gestures of the little hands show the childlike and cute nature of her age.

Exactly what Helen looked like when she was five years old.

In a moment's trance, Morgan seemed to go back to more than 20 years ago, when there were endless radiation clouds in the sky, but there was sunshine in his heart. N