Marceau walked two steps forward, without the bugs coming to his face, nor the rotten air, but only the emergency lights that started working, and then the lamps that actually worked began to shine, and what appeared in everyone's eyes was a rusty steel corridor.

‘Welcome to the 70s refuge, which is its first opening since the end of the Mars War.’ said the electronic voice.

Marceau looked up and looked at the corridor: "You should be AI, right? What's in it?"

‘This is the place where the dead of war is resting, and the energy is about to be exhausted. I wake up from my dormancy and call my companions with wartime codes. You are here, so, I want to know, is the Federation still there?’

Listening to Ai's question, Marceau looked at the girls, who first looked at Anne and Gaga, and then looked at Marceau, as if he was implementing the man's priority creed.

Marceau nodded, then nodded proudly: "Yes, the flag of the Federation is still flying, welcome back to modern times, it is the spring of st2504."

‘Is that so... so good...’ This ai seemed to be recalling something. He sighed. Finally, the walls on both sides fell down. What appeared in the eyes of Marceau and others were rows of objects filled with the walls.

‘Introduce myself again, I am Miranda, the last member of the 452nd Armored Assault Corps. I voluntarily donate my brain to artificially protect everyone after serious injury. This is one of the seventeen refuges in the Battle of Mars. It contains the personnel relics and remains of the seventeenth battle group, including the 999th King's Chapter, the 39th New Lanzhou Chapter, the 472nd Tokyo Metropolitan Chapter and the 0th Fort Campbell Team.’

"...The King of Kings." Youjiu and Panni immediately walked towards the walls, and Marceau also walked over, watching the two girls standing in front of a corpse wearing power armor, holding a message in his arms. This medieval message is a one-time recording instrument used to store last words or testimony.

Youjiu stretched out your hand and turned on its replay key

It started with a breathing sound, and then it was the sound.'...I think one day someone will find this morgue... As a master, I want to say...Hi, welcome to our resting place. We are mortals, we will not...resurrect, so don't scare yourself...this is...the seventh row of kings, five rows...Wu Wencai...brother...'

"This is a real warrior." Jiuye squatted down and looked at the wounds on his breastplate: "With such injuries, he can still speak like a superman."

Panny reached out and stroked its skull: "Disturbation."

At this time, Marceau walked to a small grid nearby. There were more than a dozen medals on the small blanket in the grid, as well as a message and a dagger.

The cat picked up the message and clicked on it.

‘This is Boone Dylan, the fifth row of the king, and the commander of our platoon, he is not missing. This long-eared Orien bastard cut off the back for us. I hope that after hearing my testimony, someone can have a decent * big noise*... Kahn! Take this recorder! And my medals! You must not let those whore-raised bugs take away these * noise*...' Then there will be no sound again.

Putting the message back into the grid, Marceau picked up the medals and came with the girls one by one. From the initial service medals, the owners of these medals can be said to have fought all the battles of the Federation until they died in the Battle of Mars... like countless warriors.

"Come here to take a look." Yang's cry made Marceau and the girls surrounded him.

She lifted the blanket in the corner, which was the remains of a child, and her little body without moisture wrapped around a message.

Finally, Marceau and Anne carefully clicked on the play button.

‘This is Tatami Buble, the 10th row of the Kings, the food has been eaten, I haven’t eaten for seven consecutive days, Miranda has entered dormant, the shelter will evacuate the air in fifteen minutes, I think... I’m going to die too... Until the end, I couldn’t find Kamian... Where are you... Kamian...’

Yang burst into tears, and Mo Qingyu reached out and hugged Yang: "Don't cry."

"This is war." Ma Wan pouted, letting the maids go home to report the news, and then started this almost unimaginable trip with the girls.

'Wu Wenfu is dead. This guy with Sereth's Chinese origin dragged at least a nest of bugs to hell with tactical nuclear bombs... I don't know when I will die, but I don't think it will be far away... I really want to do another week before my death...' This is a *remote recording*, and there is no relics in the grid, and this person didn't even leave his surname.

‘The bearded man in the Istanbul Chapter is dead. I hope there is a cute girl like Tatami in his paradise. But I think that beard will only like the big butt girl like the Seventh Company... It's such a stupid... After this battle, I went back to my hometown to marry Tatami.’ The same *remote recording*, the only difference is that there is a separate ring in the center of the grid.

Marceau looked at the small remains again, looking at the ring on its left hand, and the cat finally could only sigh.

‘This is Jack Reitz, representing the 575th Continental Stars Clan and the 17th Last Guardians who were fucked by someone in the public channel for a long story short... Begging for a strategic nuclear bomb.’ In the message Annie was holding, there was a little humor, but she still spoke helplessly.

As we walked along the way, there were only a few grids or relics and remains in the corners. Many times, some grids only had a slight remains or had only a soldier's nameplate.

Walking down the corridor into the final hall, Marceau saw a small remains in broken power armor, leaning against one side of the central control platform, and on its legs a remains that had lost their legs.

The two people held their hands tightly, and beside them, there were several bags filled with nameplates of the dead soldiers. Because they were damaged, they were somewhat scattered and there was also a message.

Marceau finally opened it.

‘The war is over, and the seventh district is the last fall... Miss Chinem Peperu... She dragged me into the shelter, and now she is dead... My lover... My father, if you hear my message, please propose to Miss Chinem's family for me, so that we who love each other can be together forever... Father... I hope you... can be proud of me... This is Lonar Lu Ne Lovanta... so cold... I can't see... Ah... Hands... Chinem...'

The feelings that Youjiu had been holding back were completely vented until this moment, and she knelt in front of the two remains and cried loudly.

Marceau knelt on one knee, and this kneeling was for the hero and for the elders.

The girls also lowered their heads, and Jiuye hugged Marceau tightly, as if thinking of his former fate.

At this time, ai's voice sounded again, and with her voice, a small conservation tank rose from one side of the control platform.

‘This is the child of Chief Shinem Peperu and Commander Ronard Lune Lovanta. The energy of the refuge can only last for another ten minutes. Please remove it and find a conservation pot platform with enough energy for it within fifteen minutes.’

"Where are we going to find this thing?!" The nearest hospital here needs to fly for at least thirty minutes, and Marceau looked desperate.

"No need." Anne stood up at this time. She walked to the platform, tore open the clothes and artificial skin, and tore off the artificial muscles in her abdomen, revealing the internal structure of the machinery: "Open the connecting wire platform, I am a prosthetic body, which can provide you with some energy, enough to support the energy supply to the arrival of the spacecraft."

"According to my scan, the energy you can provide alone is not enough to support for an hour, and the conservation tank cannot be removed, and the embryo will eventually become inactive." ai's answer was a bit cold.

At this time, Marceau unbuttoned the safety belt of the exoskeleton: "And mine."

"There are gaps, and the gaps are large enough to have an impact on the little girl's electronic brain, and her memory will be formatted."

"It's okay, I believe Marceau, even if I lose all my memories with him, he will remember it." Anne smiled and looked at Marceau: "Marceau, goodbye."

"I, I can help too!" Gaga said to Annie at this time. The little girl tore open the artificial skin and muscles of her arm: "Gaga is very happy to be able to help such a hero, so please include Gaga."

"Based on the calculation, including this little guy, when I close the process of my logical artificial brain, I can just maintain the work of the conservation tank without affecting the electronic brains of the two little girls."

This good news from Ai made Marceau breathe a sigh of relief, but Annie seemed to think of something: "Can you restart after closing the process?"

"No, I will reduce energy use by about 35% at the cost of killing myself, just enough to maintain 00.7% of the normal working energy." ai's answer made everyone look at the girl who appeared in the virtual screen on the central control platform.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Marceau asked.

"My brain was dead when it was loaded into this machine. My lover, my family, my green years have been left in the pool of blood called war... Little guys, this is my message, hold it up, I am Miranda, Miranda a. Shariven, if my offspring live, give it to them, if my lover's children cannot survive this war, then... collect it with all the messages in the shelter."

The screen disappeared, the connecting wire platform was opened, Anne and Gaga pulled out a connecting wire each and inserted the plug into their abdomen and arms.

Marceau crawled to the pop-up message, picked it up, and finally clicked the play button.

"This is Miranda. This is the last time I've stopped dormant. Two children have received my signal. It turns out that we won the war, and the beauty like a dream has really come true... I love you... Wenfu, but unfortunately I can't remember what you look like again... You always say that friends are joining in purgatory, and the road to the underworld is not lonely... If I die... can I see... everyone... What about you... Will you wait for me on the bridge as you said at that time..." Speaking of this, I paused for a long time "... This is Miranda, guarding the last descendant of the king. Until today, I have completed my mission and started to close the logical artificial brain process."

Marceau held the message in his arms tightly.

"They are real heroes." Mo Qingyu sat next to Marceau.

"Is the bravest warrior." Jiuye leaned his head against Marceau's shoulder.

Yes, Marceau nodded.
Chapter completed!