A cannonball that falls at five times the speed of sound, even if it doesn't explode, has enough kinetic energy to smash a crater into the ground.

The man-made crater lay in front of Roland, overturned by the shockwave storm, and almost buried alive by rocks and clods, but he had no time to complain.

"Dud?"

Holding his head and looking at the motionless white spindle, Roland muttered quietly.

The heavenly Azdahaka also stared intently at the unexploded bomb, and despite his rage, he still had his senses. He knew very well the power of the mass disintegration bomb, and it would be too cost-effective if the shell was fitted with a time-delay fuse, and he stupidly stayed in place, or launched a strategic attack technique to detonate the shell, and only to be caught in it.

Temporarily stopping chanting incantations, the three-headed dragon carefully raised the height, and at the same time unfolded the "mobile wall" to prevent the aftermath of the explosion from spreading to itself.

Prudent, prudent, and any prudent person would do so. As everyone knows, it was this steadiness that made Azdahaka miss the victory.

With a bang, the shell of the cannonball spewed out a puff of steam and bounced outward. Thinking that the explosion was imminent, Roland closed his eyes, and did not dare to exhale the breath held in his chest, quietly waiting for the visit of the Grim Reaper.

After a long three seconds, the explosion and death still did not come, and under the urging of survival instincts and uneasiness about the unknown, he slowly looked up at the "stink bomb" that had been 17 minutes early.

"It's ......"

Seeing the true face of the cannonball, Roland couldn't help but gasp.

After removing the smooth case. The contents revealed are not explosives, detonators, or critical celestial crystals. Inside is a complex stressed frame carefully calculated after fully considering the needs of earthquake resistance and collision resistance, shining like a silver-plated spider's nest.

In the center of the lair, a white metal humanoid remains.

Like the human body, it has limbs, carcass, a very avant-garde translucent green sunshade at the position of the eyes, and a raised single horn on the forehead.

“MDSX-0？”

Roland read the number engraved on the body's forehead and stared at the armor-like object fixed to the frame. Gaps in the joints of the armor plates are faintly discerned, and patterns similar to surgical circuits appear under the surface of the white body—there is no doubt that this is the MDS, the standard weapon of the Alfheim Defense Force. Even after wearing an elf with a low sense of Mana. It can also go to the sky and the sea. Engage enemy forces that use traditional weapons and tactics several times over, and a fantastic magic enhancement suit.

The body in front of him is completely different from the trainer type that Roland wore at the military academy, and fortunately the ones officially adopted by the Defense Force. The styling is more avant-garde and the lines are smoother. The overall atmosphere is also more beautiful. But at the same time, it also exudes a cold aura that is more unique to other types of weapons.

Is it a new model?

With a conjectural conclusion. Roland slid down the slope of the crater. Although a white unicorn MDS fell from the sky for some reason, his intuition told him that this was mostly his own unfathomable. The handwriting made by the adoptive father with a black belly.

(What the hell is that guy thinking about?Dealing with waste?Or is it about sending an MDS to act as an emergency escape boat?)

There was a burst of resistance to the murder weapon in his heart, but the little time left did not allow Roland to be petty, and he quickly rushed into the center of the deep pit that was still steaming, and the toilet raft attached to the chest of the white unicorn MDS immediately came into view.

When he saw the portrait of the three-headed black villain on the raft, the long-awaited feeling of bad luck immediately crept up on the sensitive nerves of the young man, and rushed all the way up to the cerebral marrow from the ends.

Swallowing his saliva, Roland began to read the words on the potty.

"Brunhill told you to go home for dinner and come back early after packing up. ”

"If it's a man, do something quickly, no problem, you can do it with your words. ”

"It's just a flying lizard with the first three heads, watch you push him with a 'Unicorn'. ”

"Unicorns aren't just good-looking. ”

"Don't be shy and accept this love honestly. ”

......

The hand holding the piece of paper trembled, and the corners of the boy's mouth lifted little by little, and finally turned into a strange smile unique to a person who had been played bad and gave up on himself.

"You just want to say the lines!Bastard!Why don't you say, 'The barrage on the port side is too thin, what are you doing?!What care?!Give me a million deaths, vomit stomach blood and apologize to the world's fathers who care for their children!!When I go back, replace all the flowers in your room and office with chrysanthemums and sunflowers!!

The boy roared at the sky and swung his stool into the air.

Abuse will not improve the situation, and spitting out bad will not let Li Lin be hurt in the slightest, even if he is unwilling at the moment, Roland has only one choice.

The blackout mirror lit up with a faint green glow, and on the translucent curved surface, elven characters emerged that had almost disappeared from the human world. The chunk unlocked by the system appears on the chest armor, and the red line in the center outlines the palm outline.

"Waiting for the exclusive master certification, please enter your biological information, login name-"

The meticulous neatness of the words, the use of honorifics like "please", can still smell the toughness that cannot be resisted, and cannot be diverted from the front of this mech—for Roland, it is the worst.

"Waiting for the exclusive master certification, please enter your biological information, login name-"

Without boredom or understanding of Roland's feelings, the mechanical inquiry flashed again. The giant shadow that had risen high in the sky was constantly magnifying, and the roar of rage drifted into his ears along the strong wind, and it was obvious that Azdahaka had also discovered the clue and planned to take out Roland before he could launch a counterattack.

There's no way back?

Clenching his fists and letting go again, betraying his fear and disgust for weapons, the boy and his serene posture pressed his palms against the white MDS's chest.

"Accept the certification requirements, the individual identification name 'Roland Dalk'!"

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"It's finally begun. ”

In the dark room where the curtains were drawn, the black-haired boy raised the wine glass in his hand, and the black-haired boy muttered to himself, and the elf girl on the side put her hand on her chest.

Various images of distant islands appeared in the air, and they paid the most attention to the teenager and the latest prototype machine in the center of the picture.

"It's tailor-made for you, although it is a trial machine, but the parts have been fully run-in, and the configuration has been adjusted to the best state for you. ”

The taste of alcohol erupted from his mouth, and the face above his lips sank into complete darkness, and in the dim light, his lips continued to change.

"It was supposed to be a weapon that you were supposed to use, but now it's been slightly strengthened and added with support before being returned to you...... Even so, you'll forgive it and show your possibilities, right?"

As the angle changed, the red pupils overlooking Roland shrank slightly—in thousandths of a millimeter, and then returned to ruby tranquility in the next moment.

Looking at the colorful red light that gradually overflowed in the picture, Li Lin took a sip of century-old wine. (To be continued......)

PS: Well, you might as well guess the origin of those stalks on Li Lin's raft, hint: the duck that counterattacked.

My girlfriend just called, complaining that the quilt was too cold, alas~~~ What's the matter, although it's late, but I really think I should go to warm the bed...... Ladies and gentlemen, this is human nature, don't say anything like "after reading it, you have more gasoline in your hand". Our relationship is still in the pure stage of progress, and there is still a lot of room for expansion.