The office of the Papal Office on Prison Island is located on the edge of the island.

In the middle of the building is a seemingly ordinary but resplendent building on the inside, which is the office of the Governor of Prison Island and other high-ranking officials.

Although it is the office space of many people, and the style is very expensive, except for the routine inspection at the end of each month, those filthy maggots hardly stay here to deal with government affairs, only the highest governor, who holds the highest position, but does the most office, and stays here all day long, like a bird that has lost its wings.

At this time, Ty was standing under his desk, a silver-gray second-generation supermobile armor standing like a dragon with vital signs, ready to go to war at any moment.

This was escorted by officers from the Papal Hall last night, with the intention of returning to the Holy See to participate in the parade ceremony and procession, but he was still refused.

Originally, before the morning came, when Ti woke up and learned of this, he wanted to return the mobile armor, but due to the small number of troops left, the army commander refused to provide an escort for Ti's armor to return to the Holy See, so he could only temporarily put it in the governor's office, waiting for the return of the rest of the armored warrior army sent by him tomorrow, and then dedicate a part of his men to escort the armor back.

But now, the armor has a new purpose......

"You're craving to kill, aren't you?"

Ti stood in front of the massive mechanical monster, gently caressing his smooth and indestructible shell, as if speaking to a motorized armor.

But the Motorized Armor is only a mechanical creature, it is not a creature capable of independent thinking, and Ty's opening will eventually be reduced to self-talk.

"I seem to be able to feel your excitement, does it turn out that the belonging of the mobile armor is still the battlefield and blood?"

Ty continued to mumble.

"That's fine, today's action will inevitably have an explosion of blood, and I should be like you, become emotionless, but I hope that it will only be today."

Quietly return to this splendid but inconspicuous ornate building.

The clock struck at noon, and it was only one hour before noon.

"It's time to get moving, and hopefully Noh will be able to leave the shrine safely."

Surrounded by darkness in front of her eyes, Ti silently prayed for the distant Promise before calming her mind completely.

……

In the middle of the dense jungle path, an armored car was surrounded by a group of people, walking slowly.

If a person had climbed on top of the car, looked into the distance, and had been lit up like daytime, he would have been able to build a copper-red gate surrounded by an earthen wall covered with black plants.

It's a small branch, but it's a mechanically armored unit with all of them dressed in metal armor, each with a medal on their shoulder, representing their affiliation with the Holy See.

Entering the era of armor, in the papal state, armor is divided into many kinds, in addition to the current unknown origin armor, the highest level in the preparation is the next generation of armor inherited by the spirit, the workmanship is almost the same, the material configuration is also made of the drawings provided by the spirit, after the production is completed, it is sent to the spirit to supplement the spirit link technology, only a few people have been compiled; Next is a high-end mechanical armor, the armor shell is mostly made of high-level alloys, but it does not use the most precious and mysterious spiritual link technology in the spirit center, but makes it into human-like armor, similar to exoskeleton machinery, so the requirements for physical fitness are extremely high, the number is about hundreds, divided into two forces, in addition to the prison island guards, there is also a group of people who are in a state of garrison, mainly defending against the foreign enemy Manda country, known as armored warriors; Finally, there is a wider range of mechs equipped by ordinary soldiers, similar to the knights of the past, except that the armor has become thicker, and the knights of today are mostly known for honor, and this ordinary echelon is known as armored soldiers.

There is no special name for the adaptors of the second-generation armor, and the outside world is simply called "adaptor", while the source is the honorific title for the god or person in charge of the primordial armor handed down from the origin era.

As for why the adaptation of the second-generation armor did not get a matching title in the armor era, it is because in the eyes of the outside world, although they do not know the specific details of the original armor, there are countless legends circulating, and these legends that do not know where they come from are rumored to be created and controlled by the gods, and the armor and the god coexist in one, but when the god wears the armor, there must be another honorific title, and the second-generation armor also belongs to the human and the mecha are spiritually one, so it is an imitation of the original armor. It doesn't deserve the honor, even if it's powerful and invincible.

The scene returns to the troops on a slow march.

The two squad leaders sitting on the bow of the armored vehicle dedicated to storing items were chatting boredly and idlely.

"Booker, what do you think this agreement with the mysterious spirit house is exchanged, and it needs to be loaded in such a large armored vehicle."

A fierce man with a long deep scar on his face was holding a metal armor head in his hand, smoking a handful of dry cigarettes on his mouth, one foot was stretched out and dangling, and the back of his head was propped up by the palm of his hand.

"Maybe you need to adjust your posture, Browning, and you know that we are going to use such a large armored vehicle to escort something very important, so you should put away your usual bad things first, and forget what the commander told you before we left?"

The other man sat in a precarious position, fully armed and well-dressed, and his words were solemn, one hand resting flat on his thigh, the other on the hilt of his sword at his waist, ready to defend himself against the enemy.

"It's hard to come out for a trip, who are you doing with such a serious attitude? We've all been here here for several years, and we've encountered a lot of this kind of mission, and I haven't seen anyone dare to break through, let alone rob our goods, you are just blind. ”

That being said, the scarred man named Browning still restrained his overly attitude.

"Only if you take every mission seriously, there will be no accidents, a few years ago when we were still doing mercenaries, on the battlefield, you are stronger than me, don't you still have a scar cut on your face!"

Booker exhorted the scarred man Browning.

Browning touched the scar on his face, the pain seemed to stir a nerve from the depths of his heart, the anger on his face became more and more vigorous, but it suddenly extinguished, and finally, he silently put on his helmet.

"If you have a task, complete it well, don't ask questions, disaster comes from the mouth, I tried my best to save your life back then, and I can still get rid of your problem."

Browning listened and did not speak, but turned his head away, and spat in his heart.

The troops walked slowly, and arrived half an hour before the gates of hell were opened.

"Every time these weak ghosts come to exchange something, they must arrive on time, so they don't have the slightest intention of starting early."

Browning muttered quietly.

Many of the soldiers of the army, especially the armored warriors stationed on Prison Island, hated the people of the Spiritual Lodge very much, because they always relied on their detached position to dictate to the soldiers, and they were never late to make deals, but they demanded that the army must arrive early, and in addition, the soldiers of the army also looked down on these old-fashioned scientists who were locked up in the research room every day, and their soft muscles were always ridiculed by the soldiers of the army when they were inadvertently revealed, and the researchers of the Spiritual Institute hated the soldiers very much. The relationship between the two sides is not friendly.

Booker heard Browning's whispering, but his face hidden behind the mechanical helmet was also wrinkled, and he obviously didn't have a good impression of the spirit, so he didn't reprimand Browning out loud.

Finally, before the afternoon bell rang, the copper-red door opened in the shadows, and several researchers in white coats appeared in the dim light.

"Hmph, this time, will your mysterious spirit house finally be advanced by one minute? It's really touching, it seems that you don't have to stay in the broken house and tinker with your stacks of scrap paper anymore. ”

Browning stood at the forefront, and there was a strange remark.

A researcher at the forefront of the spiritual institute had a face full of unconcealed disdain: "It's really rare that a group of stupid, dark, brainless big guys have learned to be literati beating around the bush. ”

The conflict seems to start immediately, but in fact it is just a lip service, just a mouthful.

The bell rings punctually in the afternoon.

The researcher at the head of the shrine made a gesture, and several people in the back came out with carts pushing a large object, the object wrapped in some kind of hard cloth and wrapped like a mummy.

"What, do you need to inspect things? You don't have the right to know what this exchange is, right? ”

The researcher scoffed.

Browning clenched his fists angrily, as if he was about to rush forward at any moment, but Booker gave him a fierce gesture with his eyes.

Browning said angrily: "Your grandfather, I am magnanimous and don't care about you. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he beckoned to the other soldiers behind him who were operating the armored vehicle, signaling them to come and load the cargo.

But at this moment, there was a noticeable tremor on the ground.

A huge figure sprang from the side against the dim light.

Target......

Straight to the one who points to the spiritual place!