king of black mist.

Chapter 186 What I Want To Do

Many things in life begin silently, and it takes us many years to understand the importance of that moment.

Beja Triss opened the hatch.

boom!
In an instant, except for Beja Triss and Li Qianxia who were sitting in the front row and were blocked by something, the remaining three people all pulled back.

The cool wind in the early summer morning, under the high-speed driving of the mech, turned into a terrifying wave of air, blowing around.

Li Changzhou was wrapped in his clothes like a banner. He stood in the strong wind, his legs motionless as if made of steel.

"The Chaser stopped decelerating and opened the cockpit. What is it going to do?"

"Waiting for the wind to come, it's better to chase the wind, good name." Li Changzhou jumped out with his hands on the edge of the cockpit, and landed on the roof of the off-road vehicle.

"Wait, what is that man doing!"

Under the impact of such a strong wind, there is no difference between a person and a plastic bag. The reason why the commentator was only surprised and didn't feel anything wrong was because he thought Li Changzhou was wearing power armor.

The Emerald Bee Sword slipped into the palm of the hand, and the wind was cut into strands.

The tip of the sword was inserted into the cockpit of the off-road vehicle.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Sitting next to Aznavour, the sword almost hit her arm.

Aznavour, who was concentrating on operating the armor, only found Li Changzhou above his head when he heard her scream.

After drawing a hole, he put away the Jade Bee Sword, and Li Changzhou jumped in.

Aznavour picked up the assault rifle that had been kept in the cockpit, and the next second, his eyes dazzled.

The gun in his hand disappeared, and he subconsciously looked at the uninvited guest. Li Changzhou was unpacking the magazine, taking out a bullet and looking at it.

A bullet capable of crushing power armor, with a warhead that breaks armor and contains high-explosive ammunition.

Aznavour didn't have the slightest fear: "Freedom is not really freedom, and no rules is not really no rules. You want to violate the rules?"

"No." Li Changzhou's hand holding the gun stretched out the round hole drawn by the Jade Bee Sword.

"I'm here to tell you," let go, the gun was taken away by the gust of wind, and became a small black spot on the horizon, "Don't care about the orders given to you by the empire, forget your mission, and perform to your heart's content according to the rules of the competition."

Aznavour froze for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Are you sure?"

"determine."

"For the sake of number one, I will do everything, and I will really bump into it—are you sure?"

"Sure. If you don't fight for the first place, I will kill you."

Aznavour laughed wildly, pulled the joystick to the right, and the huge off-road vehicle directly crashed into the wind chaser.

boom!
"Ah!!!" The young model screamed in horror.

Aznavour laughed loudly, gripping the joystick with one hand.

"You see, I didn't do it on purpose, I was forced to do it!" He didn't know who he was talking to.

"Baron Ards, with your performance today, I will—"

Aznavour gave Li Changzhou a look, and Li Changzhou turned off the communication.

"Hey," Aznavour grinned ferociously, "Boy, what's your name? When the war is over, I'll let you join my sister's army!"

"Thank you. If you don't get the first place, I will use you to threaten your sister."

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Li Changzhou jumped back to the cockpit of the Windchaser, and the cockpit door closed.

"Brother, what's going on, didn't you kill that guy and let him bump into you?" Li Qianxia immediately asked worriedly.

"I asked him to try his best to get the first place."

"What?" Except for Yang Qinglan who was thoughtful, the other three were taken aback.

"Beja Triss," Li Changzhou looked at the princess, "on this track, no one will show mercy to you because of your status. What are you going to do? Take the first place in an upright manner, or give up? "

"I"

"People have three basic rights," Yang Qinglan said suddenly, "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

"Among these three rights, freedom is the most expensive. It is not born with you. Sometimes you have to sacrifice your life and happiness to fight for freedom. The freedom of the country requires patriots to exchange their lives and happiness.

"Princess Beja, you are obviously not afraid of death, but have you ever fought for freedom for yourself? Have you ever fought for freedom for the country?"

"First of all, you must have your life," Yaochi realized what they wanted to do, "If your life is gone, what else do you want to be free?"

"What's the point of living under someone's fence and being treated like a dog?" Yang Qinglan said.

"There is still hope in life, and there is really nothing in death."

"Sister Yao!" Li Qianxia couldn't listen anymore.

Yaochi looked at Beja Triss who fell into silence: "If there is even a little bit of resistance capital, I would not say that, but does she have it? There is no wrong way in this world, only people who go wrong."

Beja Triss said nothing.

"Don't think so far," Li Changzhou said.

Yang Qinglan wanted to stay with him, and Li Qianxia wanted to accompany him and help Beja Triss, so she persuaded Beja Triss to resist.

And Yaochi just wanted to end this mission immediately and return to the original world, so he advised Beja Triss to put the overall situation first and make compromises.

Li Changzhou was different, he was fine with whether the mission ended or not, so he advised Beja Triss not to think so far.

"Right now, on the track, what do you most want to do?"

". Do, play as much as you want." Beja Triss answered courageously.

"Then play to your heart's content."

"But," said Bea Triss immediately, "if the power furnace explodes, so will you."

"No one has the right to take away this little bit of freedom and the pursuit of happiness!" Li Qianxia, ​​who had been silent all this time, said.

Beja Triss looked at her.

"Beiya," Li Qianxia showed a cheerful smile, and her voice was cheerful and lively, "We will be fine, don't worry! Explosions and flames are like books in the palm of my brother. You can flip through them as you want."

"Don't spread rumors, the explosion is out of my control."

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After Li Changzhou left, Aznavour's smile disappeared, and it was just an expression. At this time, his still sturdy face looked at least seven or eight years younger.

"Lord Aznavour." The woman in the co-pilot looked at Aznavour.

"Oh, I'm sorry, when the atmosphere was up, I put it up." Aznavour withdrew his hand.

The woman no longer has the frivolity of a tender model, and she wears clothes that accentuate her figure with a calm and elite demeanor.

"Master Az, what do you think his purpose is? To use the explosion to make the princess die?"

"How do I know? When I bumped into it just now, I almost peed out of fear. Why do I care what his purpose is?"

"Lord Az, you didn't win His Majesty's favor and became the pilot of {Burning Off} because you were too timid."

"Can you not mention the past? What should I do next? Pretend to drive seriously?"

"No, please use all your strength to grab No.1."

"Are you sure I just pinched your chest, not your head? Those three power furnaces will really explode!"

"Rather than worrying about the possible explosion of the power furnace—" The woman's eyes fell on Aznavour's side face.

Aznavour subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it, and his fingertips were full of bright red blood.

A wound so thin that I didn't even feel it, oozing blood.

when?
Aznavour, who had been using the armor all the time and didn't take the gun seriously, so he didn't take it seriously when he was taken away, looked at his own blood at this moment, and a cold chill finally emerged from his spine.

"Aznavour, may I ask if the wind chaser used force to coerce you and used illegal means?" the official sent a message.

Aznavour looked at the blood in his hand and went back to that day.

Among the tens of thousands of elite mecha masters trained since childhood, he and his sister entered the final selection with a tie for first place.

The two walked into His Majesty's palace, where there was also the pilot of the previous generation, Jen Kings, who had always been his idol.

When the two saluted, Jen Kins suddenly shot at the two.

He dodged the shot as if in stress, and pulled out the only weapon on his body at the time from his waist, a sharp sword that was only used for decoration, and wiped blood on his cheek.

My sister was still kneeling on the same spot, the bullets cut off a few strands of her brown hair, and the bullet holes left black bullet marks on the red floor.

"You, Aznavour, are not qualified," Jenkins told him.

"Wen Caroline." On the high throne, the majestic voice of His Majesty Margaret III came.

"exist!"

"I, Margaret III, appoint you as the new pilot of {burning}, and the empire is with you."

"I am with the Empire!"

Something was streaming down his face, and he touched it subconsciously, only to realize that he was injured.

Aznavour was puzzled, he was preparing for the last trial with high ambitions, why did he lose?

Just because you can see that a bullet is really going to kill them, or is it fake killing them?
After quarreling, quarreling, and depression, one day when he came back, his sister told him an even more absurd reason that made him even more unacceptable-the part of mecha that is not enough needs someone to make up for it, and {burning} needs a calm Serene pilot, to unleash its volcanic power.

Need people to make up for the lack of mechs?
Ah.

Aznavour wiped away the blood from his fingertips: "He told me that he must do his best to win the first place. Is this considered a threat?"

"Uh, this."

Aznavour turned off the radio and gripped the joystick with both hands.

"Sister, I still don't understand, do mechas really need humanity?"

boom!
The off-road vehicle shook violently.

"What's going on?" The woman grabbed the handrail tightly.

Aznavour was also taken aback, and turned his head to look, the windchaser ran into him without fear of death, and then went to hit Tyrant β again.

Tyrant β was frightened and quickly moved away.

The wind chaser seized the opportunity, and the buzzing of the three power furnaces became more and more sharp, and finally gradually became inaudible.

With a bang, the wind chaser and the two mechas separated instantly.

If he didn't know who the pilot of the Windchaser was, Aznavour could only be regarded as a pilot who was not afraid of death, but he knew.

Sitting on it was Bea Triss, a princess as graceful and beautiful as Lake Lanc.

She would take the initiative to bump into it?
The Windchaser, with an elegant appearance like the wind, is equipped with a power furnace named after the imperial mecha {Moon Mang}, which is also famous for its quietness, speed, and elegance.

The appearance of the Chaser in front of me is still elegant, but the internal power furnaces have been replaced by {judgment}, {burning} and {red lotus} series.

A windchaser that could explode at any moment.

Either slow down, keep silent, and be bullied; or step on the power pedal, go on a rampage, and die with others.

At the beginning of the game, when he knew that Beja Triss had given up the speeder arranged by the empire in advance and picked this mecha, Aznavour was surprised, and for a moment, he felt very reasonable. match.

At this time on the track, he even regarded this mecha as Beja Triss herself.

"So it is." Aznavour laughed.

He remembered the purpose of his sister finding him out of the blue and forcing him to participate in this mission. Once captured, the principality's divine machine for protecting the country would be refitted into an imperial mecha, and the new imperial mecha needed new pilots.

The woman in the co-pilot was stunned. The smile on Aznavour's face was the smile before he lost the competition.

"Sister, I'll catch up right away, wait for me!"

Aznavour stepped on the power pedal.

The off-road vehicle slammed into Tyrant β who was about to exert force.

The two giant-like mechas crashed into each other, and flames splashed in all directions.

You came and went, competed with each other, almost ran off the track several times, and finally, Tyrant Beta gave up and slowed down to get rid of this madman.

"You are unqualified." Aznavour grinned, pulled the joystick, stepped on the power furnace, and the off-road vehicle roared and rushed out.

(End of this chapter)