Chapter 187: Farewell to the Dawn (1)

When the medical mecha left the battlefield, cheers of victory erupted everywhere.

Jiang Jianming listened to the voice from a distance, and his expression seemed indifferent.

But upon closer inspection, fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead. And the focal length of those black eyes has completely dissipated.

The screen of the mecha displayed various data related to the driver's physical condition. The indicators fell wildly, and the warning text kept flashing.

Jiang Jianming turned off the prompt directly.

He knew very well that he was going to die.

He didn't want to die either, so he gave himself a shot after getting the tranquilizer. It's a pity that the number that shows the degree of chaos in the crystal particles in the body does not drop but rises, it should be really impossible.

It's normal. It was originally due to the pile of expired and overdose drugs and perseverance to survive until now.

When the victory was in his hands, he handed over the command, and the tense sigh in his heart was relieved first, and his body declined at an appreciable speed.

... there is one last thing left.

Jiang Jianming landed in the medical mecha, drove in through the broken surface hole, and returned to the Heroic Spirit Monument along the dark passage.

In the depths of the underground palace, Ryan was still leaning against the white tablet, his head was lowered, and his messy long curly hair was scattered on his face - this person has been in a coma repeatedly since his serious injury, and now he seems to be unconscious again.

Jiang Jianming didn't get off the mecha to hug his lover, but directly manipulated the mecha's mechanical arm and carefully carried His Highness into the cockpit.

He adjusted the treatment cabin, turned his head and watched Ryan's body being sent in, watched the tiny smart probe start the diagnosis and treatment, and watched the medical fluid fill up.

Jiang Jianming was relieved.

Suddenly the throat became hot. He frowned to cover his mouth, but he didn't have time, blood suddenly overflowed from his lips and landed on the silver-black uniform.

There was already a large area of ​​dark blood that had condensed there, but now it was covered with new red.

"..."

He reluctantly shed a few drops of blood from his fingertips.

What should we do next, Jiang Jianming thought to himself, take His Highness back outside?

But the fight is not over yet, so who will I go out to show this look of dying?

Just stay in the Heroic Spirit Monument.

He pulled out the mecha's virtual keyboard. I left a few last words first, and I prepared to type a few paragraphs to briefly describe my predictions for the future actions of the Crystal Church, as well as my personal strategic ideas.

But it was difficult.

Not only was the arm so heavy that he could barely lift it, but more importantly... he couldn't see much anymore.

The medical mecha was quiet.

It was terribly dark in the field of vision.

When he was in the underground ruins, probably because the situation was too dangerous and His Highness was on the verge of death, Jiang Jianming didn't have the energy to feel the extra fear.

Even the stress disorder was forced to overcome.

So I'm not afraid at this time, just agitated.

When he made a typo for the fifth time, the irritability reached its peak, mixed with the clamor of sickness and exhaustion, tormenting the nerves repeatedly.

"..."

Jiang Jianming finally gave up half collapsed. He bent his shoulders, buried his forehead between his cold fingers, and took deep breaths.

So cold, the cold froze him from the depths of his bones.

Suddenly, Jiang Jianming gritted his teeth and stood up. In the blurred vision, he turned around and staggered two steps by feeling, and suddenly knelt down in front of the treatment cabin.

"Lean."

He called inside. Of course no response.

Jiang Jianming didn't know where his temper came from, so he slammed open the cabin door of the treatment cabin: "Your Highness."

Only the electronic voice sharply blamed his nonsense.

...In the medical mecha, the black-haired young man knelt down in front of the opened treatment cabin. He gradually began to have difficulty breathing. He was so cold that he could only pull on his coat and tremble, and he could hardly sit still.

In the depths of the treatment cabin, the god-like imperial prince fell asleep unconsciously.

Ryan's brows stretched, his face pale. The medical procedure had given him a sufficient amount of anesthesia, and of course he couldn't hear or wake up.

"Lean."

Jiang Jianming put his fingers into the medical solution and gently touched the face of the imperial prince.

He opened his eyes that could no longer see anything, and seemed to be unwilling to call, "His Royal Highness...you wake up..."

please.

Wake up and look at me again.

"Your Highness."

I'm going to die, you know.

"Your Highness."

Look at me again and hug me again.

"Lei..."

I have so much more to say to you.

If you don't say it now, it's too late.

The electronic sound of the medical mecha kept urging him, Jiang Jianming slowly lowered his head, blinked silently, and a tear rolled down.

...such a willful call, that is, he could not speak because of His Highness, unable to wake up and unable to hear.

Vulnerable emotions rarely knocked him down.

Does he just like such a person dying in a cold and lonely mecha?

Before he died, he also wanted to lie in the warm sky and listen to the cheers of the soldiers and the cry or laughter of the survivors.

If he is fortunate enough to die surrounded by everyone, maybe someone will cry for him, someone will shake his hand, and someone will say to him, "Little Your Excellency, you've worked hard, go to sleep."

At least not as cold as it is now.

But he was afraid of affecting the morale of the army and disturbing the battle situation and disturbing Xie Yuduo's thoughts, so he did not dare to die outside.

Taking a step back, he thought that before leaving, he could ask Ryan a few more words, hoping that his beloved little highness could look at him again and hug him.

However, His Royal Highness was also seriously injured, so how could he delay the treatment, even the anesthetic was injected with his own eyes.

Taking a step back, at least, he wanted to die in the arms of his lover.

I was also afraid of hindering the procedure of the treatment cabin, and was afraid that the crystal chaos in Lean's arms would hurt His Royal Highness. Opening the door of the treatment cabin, shouting a few times and shedding a tear was the limit of his emotional collapse.

...

In the end, Jiang Jianming closed the treatment cabin little by little. He put his forehead against the cold cabin door and sighed softly.

Forget it, why be extravagant, as the saying goes, contentment is always happy.

The commander he just gave was ruthless, and he might not get hospice care if he went out, and he would even be scolded.

As for Lean, it was too cruel to let His Highness watch him die, and it was even more suffocating for His Highness to see a corpse lying in his arms as soon as he woke up.

After all, Ryan has done so much for him, but he has hardly given the crown prince anything. It is really not right to torture others.

Now this way of dying, seeking benevolence and benevolence, quiet and quiet... It's very good, it suits me, I'm very lucky.

He digested his negative emotions again.

So Jiang Jianming turned around with difficulty and moved against the inner wall of the mecha cockpit.

Blinking his completely blind eyes, he knelt on the ground, fumbling with his fingers, and it took him a long time to reach the edge of the driver's seat.

He used all his strength to prop himself up.

Sitting in the mecha driver's seat to die, barely looking like an officer.

It was at this moment that Jiang Jianming suddenly felt a light in his heart.

He finally came up with a good idea that would allow him to act recklessly without causing trouble to others.

Jiang Jianming opened the cockpit shell of the mecha and put away the baffle armor and the alloy glass.

Soon, Feng Xue kissed his cheek.

Just now, Jin Xiaozhi's crown broke through the wall, and at the same time, it was bombarded indiscriminately. The top of the Heroic Spirit Monument was also cracked and damaged a lot, and the snow could fall a little.

For the last ride, let the snow of Alpha Alien send him.

Snow fell on my face and it was cold.

It turns out that the withering of snowflakes has a sound, he thought.

A lullaby.

Omega Alien, Black Shark Base.

"The situation of Matrix 000 is not very good. The plan you gave me last time, and now it is immediately implemented for him, can it be done?"

Diana, who came in a hurry, was stunned by the leader's first sentence.

The inside of the base is already a tense atmosphere, with countless members walking back and forth, talking with the wrist phone and the projector, and the ticking sound of the instruments.

Diana stood in front of the black-clothed leader, only to feel her brain go crazy.

"What, what? You mean the plan to strengthen the connection strength of consciousness projection? But it's only a draft, and there are still many places..."

"I've perfected it."

The leader stayed still, and the electronic voice under the mask quickly said: "The state of 000's consciousness projection has repeatedly deteriorated in the past two days. We speculate that His Highness should have been seriously injured on the Alpha Alien battlefield, perhaps to the point of acute crystal chaos."

"You know, crystal particles will not only destroy people's bodies, but also erode people's sanity. His Highness has been in a deep coma for too long, and it is dangerous to continue like this. He needs a stronger self-awareness to fight."

"If it was before, we could only pray. But now more can be done."

Diana's mouth was dry, she swallowed: "So, you want to..."

Sylph: "Enhance the projection of consciousness with your scheme, then try to merge the two base consciousnesses."

"Now, do it now!?"

Diana's face was pale and her throat was a little bit split: "This is too sudden. We haven't passed the safety test yet, so are we going to use it directly on His Highness Ryan?"

"He, he is..." She said blankly, "he is, His Majesty the Great Emperor."

Sylph heard the words but laughed: "There is no need to be under pressure, the first White Bird expedition, Matrix 000... You see, our majesty has always been like this."

In terms of unconditional obedience to superior orders, the base is actually not much different from the army.

Diana shut up, she immediately greeted the relevant team and began to operate data on the giant optical brain.

The Matrix plan has been secretly going on for so many years, and don’t know how many concepts have been proposed for a long time. Even the starting procedures are existing, and the whole process is actually completed very quickly.

Half an hour later, some people began to shout "completed" and "confirmed" one after another.

Diana trotted to check one by one, and finally returned to the main console to wipe off the sweat, closed her eyes and murmured "God bless you", and pressed the start button with her index finger——

"leader!!"

Suddenly, a projection accompanied by a shout suddenly appeared on the main screen of this laboratory.

The base personnel who projected over turned pale, his teeth quivered a few times, and then he said with difficulty:

"001 Matrix... The vital signs are gone."

In an instant, the base members in the entire laboratory froze.

Only the leader turned abruptly after the two-second stagnation and shouted sharply at Diana, "—stop the program!"

In the center of the console, Diana turned back stiffly.

Her face was pale, and her blue eyes stared blankly at the leader, as if she couldn't understand what happened.

"The program has started," Diana said in a trembling voice. "Stop... can't stop."

The author has something to say:

Sylph: It's over.