For the first time in hundreds of years, there was a family dinner with Orca. The relationship between friends in the past is stable and does not have the slightest stagnation and a flat transition to family. In the present, where the past will never come back, this is probably the only happy ending.

The conversation at the dinner table is interspersed with good memories of the past between former army commanders, witty anecdotes about the new era, and Sweeney's relaxed life at school...... No more heavy talk about the situation in Osiria was swept away, and Lovian did not know how long it had been since he had enjoyed such a sincere and relaxed conversation.

As the night passed peacefully, Mastema and Loveian stood by the door listening to Orka tell Sweeney, brushing the crumbs off his beautiful short silver hair, and watching him sleep with a kiss on his forehead.

"Good night. ”

"Good night. ”

On the simple floor of the living room, Lovian held his head and looked up at the starry sky through the gap in the curtains.

"What are you thinking?"

"Let's go. ”

To Lovian's astonishment, Mastema flicked out the thin sheet and reached out to pull him up.

"Let's go, don't wake Orka up. If we're here, it's probably the most restful night she's had in all days. ”

With that, she whispered to the next room, where Orka, dressed in pajamas with blue flowers on a white background, curled up in her bed like a baby. Looking at her sleeping posture that seemed to smile slightly, Mastma smiled sadly.

Folding their beds, Lovian pushed the door open. The crisp night light fell, and a light went out in the doorway. In wartime, if the soldiers returning from the front line lit it up at the door of every house. It means that the people of this family will never return again, and they will stay on the battlefield.

It used to be a festival day. Countless spiritual lights at the doorstep of the house illuminate the sky of the plateau. The bright red lights on the day of the Blood Moon Festival brought tears to the eyes of countless families. What was supposed to be a celebration became a mobilization meeting for tearful oaths, and countless innocent blood lamps were lit after many days in the red sky.

Since birth. It was the first time that there had been so much pain in the festival, and Orka was reluctant to reminisce about it. Speechless all night, she must have thought about not continuing her past life as a Winged Demon Supreme, or even a demon. After this day, the fate of several people parted ways.

Mastma gently placed a pot of colchicum on the windowsill of the Sarbanese family. The shadows of the petals in the starlight obscured the lampstand outside the door, and a halo of golden light obscured the cotton wick that hoped it would never ignite.

May the night be endless.

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Zino himself buttoned the trench coat tightly, and the thin slices of carbon fiber armor on his cheeks had been peeled off, finally revealing his pale body, which had been unusually pale from the sun's years of exposure.

It was the few real pieces of skin left in his body.

Covered up a few jù lamps around his neck with oil paint. The memories in his brain gradually began to recover, and he finally had a bit of a real human attitude. However, with all his nervous system and part of his respiratory system, it is impossible for him to turn back into a real human, and the hippocampus that has been damaged in his brain cannot be restored.

Gigmont handed him a photo album of his past and left him quietly in his room. The busyness and work of the City of Crosses made the solitude of solitude, looking at his childhood photos over and over again, comparing his still young self with the friends who had not been clearly remembered before he stepped in. What Zino thought in his heart was incomprehensible even to Ruti, who was directly connected to him.

"I want to get out of here. He said succinctly.

Ruti jumped up in surprise and jumped onto his shoulder.

"Zino, she has your memories, why did you leave her?"

Zino looked at the back of a photograph of himself and Gigmont signing their co-signed.

"Alexander Grom. He muttered to himself, "My name." It's just a very shallow, shallow trace in my memory, if I don't know it's me. I'll never even remember it. Only when I am truly this person will I be qualified to seek memories of my past from Gigmont. Now I'm just a memory. I keep asking them for things from my past. These things, even if they are entered into Verier's number library. I'm afraid she'll think of herself as that person too.

"What the hell is a human being. Isn't it a memory?"

Zino didn't even pay attention to Ruti, who was hurriedly pondering how to answer him, and slowly arranged the photo album in his hand. Place in a drawer and lock it. One last time to dust off the table.

"Zino, where are you going?"

He didn't answer directly, although the remote control device had almost completely failed due to the distance and the overload of his spirit signal, but he was still able to receive the signal from the sky city, which was located at the highest place.

The time has finally come for the final order that has been trained and thought that has been received since the beginning of consciousness, and for which the final order has been waited. He knew the power and detail of his target, so he could not have fulfilled the order by Veryl alone, and she would have died in battle if she had been forced to do so.

He had no doubt that Grimmel would have any sympathy for this, and that Zino and Verrier had been born for one purpose, and that was to defeat or even kill Orca. Although this goal had been accomplished by his ingenuity at the time of the dark creation, it was clear that he had a new plan in his mind when it was brought up again.

Zino remembered the day when he and Veryl had restrained Sheila from the day that had been cleared but had been left traces of time. The shadow of the huge conspiracy behind it made him shudder when he thought about it, who already had enough self-awareness.

One is the real partner who actually existed in the past, but now has long forgotten about it. The other half is wishful thinking comrades who support each other and hope that each other will find their former memories.

How exactly should he balance that?

The red light in his palm flickering in progress reflected in his dry eyes, and he staggered out of the underground room, energy released evenly from the discrete field around him. Pushing him out of the subterranean space.

The coordinates pointed to the confused sky in a slender yellow line in his eyes, under the mobilization of absolute power beyond the limit of the fourth level. In less than half a minute, he had already broken the sound barrier. Slice through the space as fast as the water vapor in the surrounding air could be liquefied, heading straight for the hinterland of Osiria.

The rapid flight lasted only two hours, and if Veryl had been engaged with Orka by this point, she would have exceeded the limits of what her energy trigger could reach. Unless, in just a few days, Grimmel has truly translated his idea of the Infinite Energy Trigger into reality, the battle must have ended with a one-sided complete defeat.

Zino had never seen Orca in person, and his appearance in the virtual battlefield was always so vague. As Blackwing's most hidden weapon, he had never even seen the Blackwing's supreme ruler in person, perhaps this was some way for Grimmel to hide his betrayal.

Although the eyeball has not yet picked up the signal. But the internal energy perception had detected the familiar gray energy that had been fought for more than 100,000 hours in training. The trigger only takes 350 seconds to turn on, while it takes at least two hours to cool down. He needs to devote the most important energy departure time to the most precise control.

Since his memory has recovered enough to allow him to think humanly, his ability to calculate accurately has gradually declined, but his understanding of the big picture has become much stronger than before. Whether or not the transformation of the machine that once carried out orders into a human being who can now think for itself is beneficial to the current situation, Zino can only rush forward in the boring flight.

The midday sky was harsh and cold, and gray tornadoes hovered around the small figures. In the midst of the pure circle of the sun, the target whose whole body was tightly wrapped in black robes stood still as if it were embedded in the sky. Facing the dazzling sunlight, she could only see a narrow gray feather in her hand held in her sleeve robe. A trace of the fair skin in the virtual memory was not revealed.

The tide of battle seems to be static, and in memory it is an extremely unfavorable situation. If one side stops attacking, except that the opponent has already understood the time to delay the energy trigger. That is, Verriel has fallen into a complete state of failure.

But...... Where is Verille? In a trance, he had unconsciously reached out and clicked on the energy trigger in his heart according to one of the countless scenes in combat training. Then he shook off his trench coat and drew the energy sword from behind his back. The thrill of power brought by the flow of powerful energy suddenly swept towards the small human figure in the sky.

Orka's eyes couldn't be seen clearly under the hood. The outline of what was once a silver-haired virtual enemy becomes even more blurry when it comes to reality. He couldn't find the harbingers of her opponent's movements from the change in her gaze, and he could only force his opponent to take action with the simplest and most direct forward charge.

The frequency of vibrations in the surrounding space did not change, and the opponent did not dodge by bouncing space.

The only seemingly fragile gray feather danced in the sky above him, and it seemed to be just the movement of Orka's wrist. Through the dark eyes that fell on his body, the inorganic body actually felt an unspeakable tremble.

It was a feeling he had never felt before, was it the emotion that only came to him when he could think as a human being, or was it the first time he had faced such a powerful enemy?

Gray feathers whirl poignantly in the sky, without the mechanical dryness of battle memory. The first word he thought about human nature, "beauty", came to his mind again, and the energy sword in his hand trembled at a speed that did not match the frequency of fluctuations, and the girl in black indifferently noticed this flaw.

With no charge in his stance, Orka's attack was completely disorganized. The sudden gathering of gray energy flashed next to Zino almost out of thin air, and just above the flaw that he had trembled with because of his mood fluctuations, he would never have been a mechanical body, and the gray feather wrapped in a dense gray storm fell in the air-

- A sharp gray vortex, not towards his torso, but at his sword-holding arm.

The emergency lights flickered wildly, and the countless combat experiences finally took on the significance of the first practice. The energy of the whole body resolutely converged towards the right arm, and the blue blister-like energy shield caught the gray attack in a soft and tough field pattern.

The damage signal pierced his last remaining human nervous system in a painful manner, and a seemingly random blow had already sliced through Zino's defenses in a state of emergency. and used its razor-sharp aftermath to slice through the elite armor, slicing away a piece of the machine from what little flesh remained.

When the effects of the disorganized signals brought about by pain dissipate from vision. The figure in black had already appeared above him, a stone's throw away.

One small foot wears the most ordinary low-heeled leather shoes at home. Just stepped down like lightning in the gray vortex. The petite limbs erupted with unimaginable force, the sheer force acting on his back, the sound of cracking inside his body clicking, and countless damage reports filled his cache again.

As soon as the qiē energy circuit came to a standstill, he lost his support and fell to the ground at high speed with an acceleration that was more terrifying than a free fall, and the distance of 100 meters was barely half a second.

Ping-pong!――

It was the sound of the tenacity field of energy bouncing off, and Zino knew it well. He also knew that such a sound was the most effective defense against an opponent with a penetrating attack like Orka.

But why would this force field be aimed at herself? If it was Veryl, in the face of herself, who had lost almost half of her combat power due to this blow, there should be no source program in her information loop aimed at saving herself.

After a strong cushioning. Zino still hit the ground hard. The blue energy quickly repaired the damage around him, and in the process, he struggled to crawl out of the pit he had fallen from, staring blankly at the almost uninhabited wilderness around him, and finally saw Veryl in the corner of his vision, still wearing silver-blue ceramic armor.

At her heart was a new energy trigger, instead of the complicated microtubules that had beneath the surface of the crystal, it seemed to be a whole crystal of crystal blue - no doubt from the priceless magic crystal that Gremel had plundered from the city in the sky. In the crystals, the circuits of pure energy flow repeat themselves in an endless cycle.

"Infinite Energy Trigger ......"

Zino raised his hand to close his PLUS1 trigger, which seemed old and cumbersome in comparison. Slowly walked towards Veryl's position. Even with the Infinite Energy Trigger, it's just a temporal advantage. Her biggest disadvantage was not with Veryl herself, but with Zino still having three hundred and forty seconds left to intensify her energy.

Indefinite time would not allow Veril to defeat Orca, and Veryl, who was only capable of parrying against Orka alone, would not be able to hold out for more than three hundred and forty seconds in Orca's hands. Those dozens of minutes have passed. Verrier can only manage to keep herself from falling into defeat by maneuvering over long distances.

After all, the battles experienced are not something that can be done by a single person. Only the combined force of two sensory ecological cyborgs can have the possibility of defeating the opponent. Not to mention. At this moment, Orka is no longer the Orka who was once the chief of the Black Wings, even if Siu's bloodline does not resonate with her, making her strength reach the extreme. But without the pressure and burden of the Black Wings, she is more peaceful and open-minded than before, and she must have taken a new distance on the road of strength.

It's like a seemingly light step from Orka just now. It has already surpassed all of Zino's records about the amount of Orca's flesh. I'm afraid that the two of them will work together, and the battle will not be as decent as the one that has been experienced.

"Verille. ”

His biggest concern was not Orka, who seemed to have given up on the initiative in the sky, but his former kind who looked directly at his target with his mechanized eyes.

"Your label of 'betrayal' has not been removed. But, Professor Gremmel expected you to come. I will trust you to fight with me to complete the order. ”

The flat and fluent bio-like voice has no way of knowing if there is a remnant of humanity like him in the deepest part of Veryl's soul, but he still feels a sense of powerlessness when he is still seen through by Grimmel. Is it really right to betray the past and find the path of memory that he has chosen, is he really the only one who has been hurt by his betrayal? Choosing the path of being a human again, but dragging a mechanical shell that will never turn back into a human again, does the contradictory reality always state that he should give up his memories as a human and continue the mission of a mechanical body that carries out orders with a blank but reassuring mode of life?

But looking at the human beings who are strange to his own eyes but familiar to them, he has an infinite longing for the emotion that is too complex to explain in the language of the program, the impulse to live that symbolizes life. It is like the obsession of a people who have been displaced for thousands of years to return to their homeland.

"You've got three hundred and forty seconds left in your time. The execution of the highest order is the highest priority. ”

Verrier grabbed her scythe and looked steadily at Orka in the sky. Zino's heart swelled, he didn't say Grimmel's supreme command, which had been in their hearts since they had completed it, and how many confusing emotions were behind this order?

Zino pressed the switch of the golden crystal at the mouth of his heart, and without words, the signal of action was the trigger that turned on at the same time.

-- Three hundred and forty seconds --

Zero seconds.

The two mechs broke through the sound barrier in an instant, and detoured in a narrow line in the east and west directions of Orka, and in an instant rushed to her sides, but Orka did not take the initiative at this moment. The slender gray feather in her hand was about to be raised, and at this moment she finally seemed to have the movement of her arm.

The body under the black wings stepped lightly on the air beneath him in the air, and the overwhelming air currents let out a terrible popping sound. Zino and Veryl immediately gave up the attempt to attack, and once again turned at a right angle to avoid the released gray airflow, and in the thin gray mist, two flickering gray lights and shadows dispersed, and a silent transparent trajectory traveled outward for several meters before it began to appear, and the clouds in the sky were instantly broken in two by this sudden slashing technique.

Orka slowly held Gray Feather in both hands, and his eyes under the hood had become tight. Veryl and Zino, who only had a small remnant of the structure of the organism, felt a chill, and the scythe and energy sword in their hands tightened a few points again, and the two of them, who could not afford to waste time, drew two huge arcs again after less than a second of hesitation, interspersed in front of and behind Orka's body.

Fifteen seconds had passed.

Orka's attack was firmly enshrined in the library, and it was no longer a secret that she was once again unchanging in response to all changes. Keeping an eye on the movement at Orka's feet, Zino finally cut into the range of five meters around Orka's body, and the energy sword stabbed sideways at Orka's back without hesitation, which was the weakest gap in his strength in perception.

At 0.3 seconds later, it was Verrier who slashed diagonally to Orka's shoulder, and the two perfectly symmetrical attacking positions were undoubtedly the most difficult two-way attacks to dodge.

At least this blow can bring some damage to Orka, and it is quite worth it. However, in the memory of simulated battles, the chance of success in a scenario that has been practiced countless times is only 1 in 10. (To be continued......)