King of Black Mist

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

Beatrice opened the hatch.

boom!

In an instant, except for Beja Tris and Li Qianxia, ​​who were sitting in the front row and were blocked by something, the remaining three people were suddenly pulled back.

The cool wind in the early summer morning, driven by the high-speed driving of the mecha, transformed into a terrifying wave of air that hit me.

Li Changzhou's clothes were wrapped like a flag. He stood in the strong wind, his legs as motionless as if they were made of steel.

"The Storm Chaser stopped slowing down and opened the cockpit. What was it going to do?"

"It's better to chase the wind when it comes. What a good name." Li Changzhou held the edge of the cockpit with his hands, jumped out, and landed on the roof of the off-road vehicle.

"Wait, what is that person doing!"

In 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 was wrong was because he thought Li Changzhou was wearing power armor.

The Green Bee Sword slipped into the palm of my hand, and the wind was cut into wisps.

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

"Ah!!!" The young model sitting next to Aznavour screamed, and the sword almost stabbed her arm.

Aznavour, who was concentrating on turning on the mecha, heard her scream and noticed Li Changzhou above him.

After making a hole, he put away the Green Bee Sword and jumped in.

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

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

Bullets that can break power armor, have warheads that break armor, and contain high-explosive ammunition.

Aznavour was not afraid at all: "Freedom is not really freedom, and no rules is not really no rules. Do you want to violate the rules?"

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

"I'm here to tell you," he let go, and the gun was carried away by the strong wind and became a small black dot on the horizon, "Ignore the orders given to you by the empire, forget your mission, and follow the rules of the competition and perform to your heart's content."

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

"Sure."

"For the sake of being number one, I will do anything. I will really hit you - are you sure?"

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

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

boom!

"Ah!!!" the young model screamed in horror.

Aznavour held the joystick in one hand and laughed loudly.

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

"Baron Aziz, I will judge your performance today -"

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

"Hehe," Aznavour smiled 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 first place, I will use you to threaten your sister."

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Li Changzhou jumped back into the Storm Chaser's cockpit and closed the cockpit door.

"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 do his best to get first place."

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

"Beatrice," Li Changzhou looked at the princess, "On this track, no one will show mercy to you because of your identity. What are you going to do? Win the first place with dignity, or give up?" "

"I"

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

“Of these three rights, freedom is the most expensive. It is not something you are born with. Sometimes you even have to pay the price of your life and happiness to fight for freedom. And the country’s freedom requires patriots to exchange their own 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 your country?"

"First of all, we must have lives," Yaochi realized what they wanted to do, "If our lives are gone, what else do we need to do freely?"

"What's the point of living under someone else's roof and living like a dog?" Yang Qinglan said.

"There is still hope when you are alive, but you really have nothing when you die."

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

Yaochi looked at Beatrice who fell into silence: "If she had even a little bit of resistance capital, I wouldn't say this, but does she have it? There is no wrong way in this world, only people who take the wrong way."

Beatrice said nothing.

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

Yang Qinglan wanted to stay with him, and Li Qianxia not only wanted to accompany him, but also wanted to help Beatrice, so she persuaded Beatrice to resist.

Yaochi just wanted to end this mission immediately and return to the original world, so he advised Bea Tris to put the overall situation first and compromise.

Li Changzhou was different. He could handle the task whether it was over or not, so he advised Bea Tris not to think so far ahead.

“Right now, what would you most like to do on the track?”

".Play as much as you want." Beatrice mustered up the courage to answer.

"Then just play."

"But," Beatrice said immediately, "if the power furnace explodes, you will too."

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

Beatrice looked at her.

"Beiya," Li Qianxia showed a cheerful smile and said in a cheerful and lively voice, "We will be fine, don't worry! Explosions and flames are like a book in the palm of my brother's hand. You can read it as much as you want."

"Don't spread rumors, the explosion is not my responsibility."

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After Li Changzhou left, Aznavour's smile disappeared, leaving only an expression. At this time, his still strong face looked at least seven or eight years younger.

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

"Oh, I'm sorry. The atmosphere was up at the time, so I just put it up." Aznavour retracted his hand.

The woman no longer has the frivolity of a young model, and she wears clothes that highlight her body curves, giving her a calm and elite temperament.

"Lord Aziz, what do you think his purpose is? To use explosions to make the princess fake her death?"

"How do I know? The collision just now almost made me pee, so why should I care about his purpose?"

"Lord Aziz, the reason why you didn't win His Majesty's favor and become the pilot of {Ranmu} is because you are too timid."

"Can you not mention the past? What should I do next? Pretend to be serious?"

"No, please use all your strength to get the first place."

"Are you sure I pinched your breasts just now and not your head? Those three power furnaces will really explode!"

"Instead of worrying about the possible explosion of the power furnace -" the woman's eyes fell on the side of Aznavour's face.

Aznavour subconsciously reached out and touched it, and his fingertips were covered with bright red blood.

A wound so thin that I couldn't even feel it was bleeding out.

when?

Aznavour, who had been using the mecha and didn't take the gun seriously, didn't take it seriously, so when he looked at his own blood, a cold chill finally came out of his spine.

"Aznavour, may I ask whether the Storm Chasers used force to coerce you and used illegal means?" an official message was sent.

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

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

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

When the two men were saluting, Jenkins suddenly shot them.

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

My sister was still kneeling on one knee. The bullet broke some of her brown hair, and the bullet holes left black bullet marks on the red floor.

"You, Aznavour, are unqualified," Jenkins told him.

"Win Caroline." The majestic voice of Her Majesty Margaret III came from the high throne.

"exist!"

"I, Margaret III, appoint you as {Burning}'s new pilot. The Empire is with you."

"I am with the Empire!"

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

Aznavour was puzzled. He was preparing for the last trial with great ambition, why did he lose?

Just because you can tell if a bullet is really intended to kill them, or is it a fake one?

There had been quarrels, quarrels, and depression. One day when he came back, his sister told him an even more ridiculous reason that he could not accept - the part where the mecha was not enough needed people to make up for it, and {Burning} needed a calm person. A calm pilot to unleash its volcanic power.

If the mecha is not enough, do people need to make up for it?

Ah.

Aznavour rubbed away the blood from his fingertips: "He told me that I must use all my strength to win the first place. Is this considered a threat?"

"Uh, this."

Aznavour turned off the radio and held 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 armrest tightly.

Aznavour was also startled and turned around to see that after the storm chaser hit him without fear of death, he went to hit Tyrant β again.

Tyrant β was so frightened that he quickly moved away.

The storm chasers seized the opportunity, and the hum of the three power furnaces became increasingly shrill and eventually became inaudible.

With a bang, the Wind Chaser and the two mechas instantly distanced themselves.

If he didn't know who the pilot of the Storm Chaser was, Aznavour could only think of him as a pilot who was not afraid of death, but he knew.

Sitting on it is Beatrice, a princess as elegant and beautiful as Lake Rank.

She actually bumped into me?

The Wind Chaser, with its elegant wind-like appearance, is equipped with a power furnace named after the Imperial Mecha {Yuemang}, which is also famous for its silence, speed, and elegance.

The Storm Chaser in front of me is still elegant in appearance, but the power furnace inside has been replaced by the {Judgment}, {Burning} and {Red Lotus} series.

A storm chaser that could explode at any time.

Either slow down, say nothing, and be bullied; or step on the power pedal, rampage, and die together with others.

At the beginning of the game, when he learned that Beatrice gave up the speedster arranged by the empire in advance and chose this mecha, Aznavour was not only surprised, but for a moment, he felt that it was very reasonable. match.

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

"So that's it." Aznavour laughed.

He remembered the reason why his sister suddenly found him and forced him to participate in this mission - once the principality's guardian machine was captured, it would be converted into an imperial mecha, and the new imperial mecha would need new pilots.

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

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

Aznavour stepped on the power pedal.

The off-road vehicle suddenly crashed into Tyrant β, who was about to use his force.

The two giant mechas collided with each other, causing fire to fly everywhere.

You and I competed with each other and almost ran off the track several times. Finally, Tyrant β 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 out.