Chapter 50 Interstellar 26
Darien felt the strength in his body being gradually drained away, and everything in front of him was blurry as if through frosted glass.
The physiological instinct of the omega almost drained all the strength in his body...
The sweet citrus smell emanated from the alley where Darien was.
"Damn, there's an omega here!"
"We guys really found a treasure, this smell... is absolutely the best!"
"It's coming from that alley!"
Several alphas who walked out of the bar together obviously caught this tempting aroma.
Under the light from somewhere else, the tall figure got closer and closer.
The chaotic sound of footsteps reached Darien's ears.
This familiar scene overlapped with a scene many years ago.
Darien raised one corner of his mouth, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
But this time...
he pulled out the dagger from his waist again, without changing his expression, and slashed his arm quickly, fiercely and accurately.
The blood splashed onto his face.
The stinging pain in his arm made Darien regain some clarity.
He arched his body and lowered his center of gravity. The moment his figure appeared, Darien flashed in front of the few people like an arrow from a bow.
The three strong male alphas still maintained their malicious smiles when they were alive and slowly fell down.
A blood mark appeared on the neck.
After solving the hidden danger by surprise, Darien knew that he should not stay here for long.
This place is close to the red-light district, with many bars, and it is possible to meet alphas who are looking for fun at any time.
It's not so bad to deal with these fallen scabbys, but if you are unlucky enough to run into a powerful one, it will be a bit troublesome to escape from this situation.
Darien's ears twitched slightly, and the sound of approaching footsteps came into his ears vaguely.
The footsteps were neat and the movements were light, and it sounded like someone who had received professional training.
Are they pursuers sent here?
The emerald eyes were like a sea brewing a storm, and the right hand spun the dagger around and adjusted it to the right position.
Let's try again.
With his whole body hidden in the shadows, Darien reduced his presence to a minimum.
An elongated figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.
The sweat on his forehead fell onto his eyelids, blurring his vision, and the constant tingling in his arms made it difficult for him to maintain consciousness.
Darien stared at the figure, his eyes were dry and painful.
A drop of sweat fell into his eye.
Darien blinked.
Just as he closed his eyes, a hand grabbed his wrist. He
was immediately pulled into an embrace.
With his hand gently placed behind Darien's head, Anatole held Darien in his arms, as if holding the most precious treasure, carefully and with all his strength.
This time, Anatole protected his treasure.
The faint mint smell lingered around Darien, tightly wrapping the citrus scent without leaking a single drop.
Falling into the familiar embrace, Darien completely relaxed his tense body and fell into Anatole's arms with all his strength.
Smelling the familiar breath, Darien couldn't help but tilt his head and gently rub Anatole's cheek.
"Are you a fool?"
Darien said muffledly, buried in Anatole's clothes.
"This is obviously a conspiracy against you, and you still come?"
In fact, if you don't come, I can solve it.
It's just that you might get hurt.
"But, that's you."
Anatole held Darien's head with one hand and answered as a matter of course.
In the dark, it seems that there is a voice constantly telling him:
You must go.
This time, you must protect him.
"Beep, beep--"
The rapid prompt sound of the communicator rang, breaking the silence for a moment.
"Admiral! Swish -... Attacked! Swish -... Imperial Army... 500,000..."
Yuri's expression was filled with anxiety on the semi-transparent electronic screen that popped up.
Even though Anatole was holding a military-grade enhanced communicator, the signal was interfered with.
He wanted to reply to Yuri, but the communicator in his hand seemed to be completely broken, and the message could not be sent out at all.
"We'll leave now."
Anatole left without hesitation, supported Darien, and walked towards the direction of the light.
"Admiral, long time no see, I hope you are well."
Just as Anatole put Darien into the mecha, a figure blocked Anatole.
Enemos picked up his long red hair and tied it up.
"Since you're here, why don't you stay as a guest?"
Anatole and Enemos have been competing for so many years and know each other's strength.
It seems that this battle must be fought.
However, on Ackerman's side...
Ian used Darien to lure Anatole away from Ackerman, and let Enemos stop him. It seems that he is determined to keep Anatole here.
"Darien, I'll leave that to you first."
Anatole took off his military cap and shouted in the direction of Zhuguang:
"Zhuguang!"
"...Anatole!"
"Got it, Admiral."
After receiving Anatole's order, Zhuguang quickly closed the upper door, switched to defense mode, and rushed straight away from Alma.
The Imperial soldiers surrounding Anatole, including Enemos, had never expected that Anatole would suddenly give up "Chasing the Light".
After all, Anatole was now surrounded, and he chose not to seize the killer weapon, Light Chaser.
"Anatole, you always surprise me."
Enemos looked in the direction where Light Chaser left, without any intention of stopping him.
"That's why you always lose to me."
Anatole said sarcastically.
"Oh, then I have to tell you that this is the stupidest decision you have ever made."
Since you dare to abandon your mecha and go against me, isn't it too arrogant?
Enemos was not annoyed, and also raised a sarcastic smile, picked up his weapon, and rushed straight towards Anatole.
The speed of the two people was so fast that only afterimages were left, making it impossible for the surrounding soldiers to start.
"You should know that I haven't used my mecha yet, right?"
After a brief contact, Enemos and Anatole stood on either side.
The wind blew through their hair and raised the dust on the ground.
"So what?"
Anatole threw away the broken dagger in his hand and replaced it with a pistol.
"So what? Hahaha..."
Enemos almost laughed his waist off, brushed the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Look at your current situation. Even if I can't beat you in strength, a wheel battle alone can wear you out."
"Face the reality, Anatole, do you have any last words before you die?"
Enemos stretched out his right hand and made a gesture.
The glittering red mecha came from afar.
Star pirates never care about the glory or disgrace, the winner is the absolute fact.
"Now you have to fight the mecha with your bare hands..."