The shock wave generated by the explosion blew the petite figure far away, and after turning around for more than a dozen times, she barely stopped her castration on the sand.

Before he could confirm his condition, the person who was covered by a hooded cloak and a veil hurriedly looked at the source of the explosion. The pair of blue and pink different-colored pupils were the figure of the burning mecha.

In order to survive the fierce battle of firefighting for a longer time, the manufacturer Mediterranean Complex Industry installed as much external defense armor as possible when designing a mecha called "Iron Head Alpha". One obvious consequence of this is that this human-shaped mecha has an extremely bloated appearance and has even been privately nicknamed "Fatty" by many drivers.

Mechas are used to kill people, not for decoration. Therefore, the bad appearance is not the main reason for the unsold and even the elimination of the "Iron Head Alpha". What really causes it to be abandoned by the empire, Federation, Alliance, United States and even the Holy See's army is its heinously inferior mobility. Even if the composite industry has added high-power propulsion propellers to it in subsequent improvements, its speed is still not as fast as ordinary tanks. For mechas that value mobility, this is enough to be fatal. So to this day, only a few nostalgic or cash-strapped people will drive such stupid and heavy antiques.

Although it is an old product that is enough to be placed in the museum, it is a model produced for all-terrain combat. Even in a desert with wind and sand, it can still maintain full power operation. Unfortunately, it is like an angel with wings folded, falling to the ground in a tragic posture. The body's waist is broken, and the broken oil is constantly spitting out. The liquid flowing like blood seeps into the gravel below, dyeing a large area of ​​land black.

For someone, the mass-produced garbage is not considered at all. What she cares about is the safety of the driver. "Mr. Brother, are you okay?" The slightly tender female voice is as beautiful as an aria, and the peerless look that is shocking when the veil is blown by the wind is even more fascinating. However, the person involved is not concerned about this, and just climbed onto the already hot fuselage with his hands and feet. The sand and soil held in his hands wiped out the flames from her feet. Her white and tender fingers clenched the armor plate and easily pulled the burned and deformed hatch door open. "If you have nothing to do, just reply, otherwise I will think you are dead~~"

The brown jacket was already full of holes, and the vest inside was stained with blood and pierced by a steel bar. The gray-haired young man in his early twenties met those beautiful strange-colored pupils, and then waved his hand weakly. "Uh... do a favor, I'm stuck."

"A mere mortal... forget it." I wanted to scold the other party for being big or small, but when she saw the broken body, she swallowed the complaints that had already reached the throat. After all, if the other party had not pushed her out of the cockpit at the critical moment, the steel bar might have pierced into her body - although it would be even more likely that it would be directly "excerpted" with its ability.

The fingertips passed through the deformed and twisted metal, and a scene that was regarded as a miracle appeared: the steel plates and steel bars pressed on the young man moved away on their own as if they were alive, and the steel bars inserted into the former were also brittle and tender by fingers that seemed to be able to squeeze out water. They were directly pinched out in an understatement.

Even though it wasn't the first time I saw it, the gray-haired man was still very moved. "Well, you're very suitable to be a mechanical repairman, I'm not kidding."

"Yes~? I think you have a funny talent." While retorting, a woman who dressed a little like a dancer 'teared' the other person out of the driver's seat. Looking around, she couldn't find the medicine box. She pulled down the veil and revealed her true face: her different-colored pupils that seemed to be able to speak, her long pink curly hair, her silky skin like milk, her tall and small nose, and her red lips and white teeth... Although she was a little sorry for her figure, she was undoubtedly a beauty. In time, she could definitely grow into a beautiful woman who could be charming in the world.

Despite her outstanding appearance, the girl's superior temperament and vague indifference in her eyes proved her difficulty in getting close to each other and arrogance. In fact, the reason why she chose to treat the man in front of her was not because of how deep they had, but because of the best choice after weighing the pros and cons. She was obsessed with her intimate visit and did not bring her own exclusive mecha and knight, so the mercenary with unknown origin in front of her became a very useful piece of pawn--at least the girl thought so.

The swordsman wrapped the wound with a gauze scarf, and the dancer dragged and pulled the young man out of the completely damaged "iron-headed alpha". He brushed the sweat off his forehead with his hands, noticed that the sandstorm had stopped, and looked around with yellow sand. The girl exposed to the scorching sun could not help but feel anxious and kicked someone who was lying on the ground with anger. "Hey, brother, do you know how to get out of the desert?"

Although he deliberately avoided the wound, the gray-haired man still gasped in pain. "Little sister, you are so rough, be careful to grow into a yellow-faced woman no one likes in the future." He complained in a low and magnetic voice. He took out a syringe from his waist bag, and stabbed the needle into his wrist without looking. He gasped for a while and waited for the effect of the medicine to improve. Then the young man covered the wound and sat up. "Just wait until night, Xingchen will guide us to Cairo City." Facing the girl's surprised gaze, he proudly took a small piece of wood from his pocket, holding it in his mouth as if he was smoking. "Although he was just a C-class mercenary, I have always attached great importance to the promise. If I promised to take you to Cairo, I would not run away halfway."

I thought he was just a mortal who was greedy for life and fear of death, but I didn't expect that he was very careful in doing things. The girl in her heart had improved a little. Without the veil, she had to bear the sun directly and took out the kettle on her waist, but she was frustrated and found that it was empty. Because she was eager to get rid of the pursuers, the two of them not only rushed into the sandstorm in a panic, but they did not even carry enough supplies. Although it was not a big problem to endure until dark with the will of a far superior mortal, she, who had always been a popular and noble position in the Holy See, was impossible to be indifferent to it.

"It's really, it's all the blame for that dark guy..." While complaining casually, the girl couldn't help but look back at the burning mecha. It didn't matter. The rising sand and dust in the distance quickly attracted her attention. "...Mr. Brother." As the gray-haired man insisted, he used a strange title, and the pink-haired girl said bitterly: "Can you still fight?"

When it is noon, there is not even a trace of wind, which can stir up dust, which must be caused by the object's high-speed movement; and the posture of moving straight towards oneself shows that the other party's purpose is clear and it is impossible to be a pirate or business group seeking life in the sand sea. Based on the above information, the identity of the visitor is obvious.

Without asking back, nor complaining. He had guessed the girl's thoughts. The young man silently unbuttoned the holster on his waist and took out a simple-shaped pistol. "I'm sorry, Gnevre, I may not be able to fulfill my promise this time." After whispering in a voice that only he could hear clearly, he endured the pain in his waist and abdomen and said without replying: "Little kid, leave here quickly."

Without asking questions such as 'What do you do' or 'Where should I go', the girl understood what the other person thought before she finished speaking. Without being reluctant to leave and even saying 'I want to die together' like the women in the romance drama, she took a deep breath and said in the plain tone as possible: "How sure?"

I wanted to squeeze out a charming smile, but the pain caused by the wound made the young man smile extremely embarrassed. "About... 20%." He pointed to the opposite direction of the sand and dust, that is, the position behind him. He said lightly: "Don't worry, if I can't stop it, I will lie on the ground and pretend to be dead~"

Both the teller and the listener knew that this sentence was a complete lie. Based on their experiences after being captured, it would be thankful for the gray-haired young man to be able to keep a whole body. But the pink-haired girl did not point out the other party's grammatical problems, but waved to him. "Go to Cairo City to meet, I will wait for you in the association---" After a brief pause, she said in an emotional tone as much as possible: "After that, brother, you have not told me your name and belonging yet~"

"Oh, I almost forgot." It seemed that I really had a poor memory. I played a spree in the young man who had always been secretive about his identity before, and then I got my name. "Bacas, Becas Shanam, OAth Company C-class mercenary."

At first glance, he was hiding his strength, but the girl tactfully did not expose it. In this world where wars continue, as a battlefield jackal, hiding his strength and even his real name has long been common. "Bacas, right? I remember it." She cleared her throat and said seriously: "In order to avoid you not being able to find me, I will tell you my---"

"Go away, Lord Pope." The cynicism of the previous year gradually disappeared. The man who claimed to be Becas raised the gun in his hand. As the dust in the distance approached, the dark figure who was leading the way could already be seen with his naked eyes. "If you had a few long and two shorts, many people would die in the world..."

Yes, his own safety represents the state of the countries to some extent. If it is true, as Becas said, the hawks led by the "Eye of Machinery" will definitely blame it on the interference of certain forces and use this as a reason to burn the war all over the world again.

"Okay, good luck." She also noticed that a girl called "Popular" was not wasting her mouth anymore. After a few polite words, she turned around and took steps towards the distance.

There was no turning back, no affection for children, and no longer persuading him to escape with him. The pink-haired girl who had been sealed with most of her power ran wildly in the distance, but her eyes always appeared in front of her: because of her appearance, she was harassed by several hooligans, and encountered him who happened to pass by and helped him with righteousness. She had just signed a mercenary contract and planned to entrust him to send him to her destination Cairo City, but she encountered that terrible guy. She finally got out of the cage and stole a "Iron Head Alpha", but she didn't expect the other party to chase him unyieldingly. And now, this mercenary named Becas is preparing to use his life to block the guy's pace and buy time for him to evacuate...

The burning sensation of the soles of her feet called back the girl's consciousness. She was secretly upset for a few seconds for her loss of consciousness. She quickly focused on the direction of her progress. Given her special status, she must not be captured or killed here. She must find ways to reach her settlement and try to contact her loyal knights to rescue herself and Becas--provided that the latter can survive in the hands of "him".

Thinking of the guy who claimed to be a time traveler, the pink-haired girl shivered even though she was in the scorching desert. As the supreme leader of the Mechanical Vatican and the commander of the entire Vatican army, she claimed that she had witnessed all kinds of mechanized human bodies and witnessed countless flesh and metal fusions. In fact, it was precisely because she had the talent to perfectly transform her body mechanically that she was pushed to the throne by fanatic believers.

But for the girl with different colored eyes, she had never seen the transformation technology of the "Time Traveler", and had never experienced the combat power of the mecha with her body alone. If the other party had not known nothing about the mechanical god, she would even think that the guy was an apostle sent by the mechanical god to the mortal world.

There were violent explosions and gunshots mixed with them. The girl who resisted the desire to turn around and, for the first time, closed her hands together and began to pray to the supreme existence recognized by the entire Holy See.

"Great Mechanical God, your daughter begs you to give strength to eliminate the pagans who blasphemes and spread your majesty and deeds to the ends of the world..." Logically speaking, prayers should be in a specific secret room, and prayers must bathe and change clothes and kneel down and bow to the devoutly before they can hear the guidance from the distant void. But as the first pope who has purely physical body and has not undergone mechanical transformation or metal parts transplantation, the girl is now purely holding the mentality of "a dead horse as a living horse" and is naturally relatively negligent in her actions.

The sound of fighting behind her gradually became smaller. When the girl heard this, she kept slapping her forehead with her hands. "If I could survive, I would transform you into a knight later." She made a silent decision in her heart. She raised her head to judge the direction, but her eyes suddenly opened: a pure white light door that was two people high slowly opened in front of her, and at the current speed, she would hit her head head-on!

As a superpower, the girl was concentrating on talent and mental cultivation, and she became a physically disabled person with a very destructive feeling. Therefore, even though she kept sending warning messages in her heart, she still rushed into the door of light like a bull teased by red cloth, and ran into the door of light in a hurry, and met Wang Zhi who was about to step out.

Surprisingly, she raised her head, and the alien-colored pupils swept through the admiral in black and the ladies behind him for no reason. When she noticed the ship's suit on the latter, she took a step back in surprise when she thought of a possibility, and then said with a strange look: "Did the mechanical god send you here?"
Chapter completed!