"How? Isn't he beautiful? ”

Sato's voice came from the headset.

Fran looked closely at the strange armor, and although he didn't see any beauty in it, he chose to echo Sato, "Indeed. ”

"Then go and dress, and with the roar of the cannon fire that he marches with such beauty, and then, cut off the head of the god!"

Fran blinked, thinking that there might be some incurable disease in Sato's brain, otherwise why would he be so ashamed of a job that simply earned a few gold coins?

As Fran stepped onto the metal path paved with the armed module, numerous semaphore lights activated, and the standing armor slowly opened its breastplate, as if to welcome Fran's arrival.

Just as a devout believer welcomes the Allah he worships, or as a faithful courtier welcomes his wise king......

"Is the armor already like this now?" Morgan, who was in the small room, finally calmed down his mind, and the curiosity in his heart at this time did not allow him not to ask questions, and the way the armor opened and closed alone had already shocked him. "Why is it that only the cuirass is open, but the visor is not open?"

Moxiso scoffed, "Tumming your own fragile head into an equally fragile helmet is simply the most ridiculous design in the entire history of armor development." ”

"Do you think it's the defense of the head armor or the defense of the chest armor?"

"But the knight doesn't have to ......"

"You have to make the same movements as your armor to synchronize your consciousness?" Moxiso sneered unceremoniously, "That's the stupid way that the previous group of fools used to solve the abnormal state of consciousness synchronization, and I, solve this problem." ”

Morgan shrugged, "I don't understand, it's a good thing anyway, right?" ”

"Okay, shut up, keep watching, and ask any questions when it's over."

At this time, Fran was still carefully looking at the strange flesh and blood armor in front of him, this armor was dark red all over, except for the extraordinarily tall size, it seemed to be no different from a normal person's body, is this really an armor?

The dark red head was lowered, and if Fran looked up, he could see the terrible mouth, and the crocodile-like fangs, and the purple eyes......

This reminded Fran that on the anniversary of their encounter, the two took him to a basement theater with the silver coins he had saved for a long time to watch the movie, which seemed to be called Venom......

Looking at the fanged image that was obviously armor but had a vivid face, in the corner of Fran's memory, two things that were not related to each other gradually came together......

Furlong suddenly understood why Morgan, the head of an inquisition bureau, had come out of his way to find him, and for the first time, he understood the deep meaning of the word fate in the mouth of his middle school literature teacher.

Fate is fate, let you play with your life and struggle, it is also a fate that cannot be avoided!

The long-haired female teacher, who always liked to hold a book, knocked on the blackboard on that sleepy afternoon and said this sentence flatly, but it was such a bland and brush-by-stroke tone that made the boy who was always in the last row, always looking down and reading by himself, raise his weird purple eyes.

Is it fateful? An inescapable fate?

In that case, then the feast ......

Nice to see you.

"Hint, the seated cockpit used in the feast, don't worry, his huge four-meter-tall body can fully accommodate you."

Sato's voice came through the headset again, and this time there was no longer a playful look in his tone.

"Are you sure you want to get into a test drive?"

Fran came back to his senses and nodded silently again, "Winter in Orin is too cold?" ”

"What?"

Without answering Sato's words, Fran held the edge of the armor with his hands and crawled into the small cockpit with some difficulty, and according to the prompts of the artificial intelligence gear in the headset, Fran quickly fixed his body.

"Test driver, Fran. I have volunteered for a test drive mission of the Armor Feast, and I have prepared and requested to start the test drive mission. ”

Fran's calm voice entered the small room half-overhanging the rock wall.

Moxiso was silent for a moment, then pressed the intercom device on the neckline, "Boy, are you sure you're going to start a test drive?" You're sitting in a position where you're currently sitting, and you've gone mad and six have died......"

"I'm sure!"

The young man's words without hesitation interrupted Moxiso's words, looking at Morgan with a strange face beside him, Moxiso coughed, "Let's start a test drive......

At the sound of Moxiso's command, countless systems began to self-check, and appeared in green on the screens behind Moxiso.

"The system self-test is complete, please give an instruction."

The stiff mechanical sound of gears rang out in the small room.

Moxiso took a deep breath and clasped his hands together, "Permission to take a test drive." ”

"So...... Little one, after three seconds of countdown, ready to start synchronizing consciousness, good luck......"

If something happens, I'm afraid Satto's words will be the last thing Fran can hear, at least, as his tragically ill-fated predecessors were......

"Three ......"

"Two ......"

"One ......"

"Begin to Synchronize ...... Consciousness"

Consciousness synchronization, a poet once described the technique at a post-war celebration dinner, "The resonance of the knight and the soul gives them the power to defeat all demons, this power is wonderful and indescribable, a gift from God." Then the poet was forced to synchronize his consciousness by the enraged Imperial soldiers into the standard armor.

When he was dragged out of his armor, the poet was dripping with feces and urine, trembling in both directions, crying and crying desperately to escape from the armor......

Interestingly, the upper echelons of the military, knowing of this absurdity, ordered the soldiers who took the lead to be criticized for being too merciful, thinking that they should have stuffed the bastard into their exclusive armor and let him try the enhanced version of Consciousness Sync.

But then, several high-ranking generals with exclusive armor said that if the was stuffed into their armor, they would immediately retire from the army and run to teach.

The final farce ends with the poet leaving Orin on a snowy night......

Crushing a person's consciousness little by little and then stuffing it into a steel body is impossible to think about comfortably......

And the poet's flattery, in front of those knights with explosive temperaments, is tantamount to jumping on the face and mocking.

The unbearable pain you have worked so hard for has become a God-given favor in the mouth of a clown, and this kind of thing can only be said to be not shot by a single shot, thanks to the protection of the Imperial Law.

As Fran closed his eyes, an illusion of drooping began to fill his mind.

Fran thought silently in his heart, fire.

Countless blazing flames erupted from the depths of darkness, flames mixed with shards of metal and never-ending wails!

Fran meditated again in his heart, banquet.