Chapter 52 Interstellar 28
"This is Lewin Felt, the Third Legion is here to support us!"
A familiar voice suddenly cut into the communicator.
Then Lewin's projection appeared on the electronic screen.
Yuri breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled at the projection.
"Lewin, you'd better explain why you came so late after this."
"It's just those old guys, they are very annoying, I'll tell you the details later."
"It seems that the situation is indeed tricky... Let's get rid of the enemy first."
Lewin's image exited the screen.
With the addition of the Third Legion led by Lewin, the stalemate was broken and gradually moved in a favorable direction.
Darien breathed a sigh of relief the moment the reinforcements appeared, and the heavy responsibility on his heart was lifted by more than half.
Ignoring the warning from Zhuguang, Darien accelerated without stopping and dodged away.
Although his body had reached its limit, the figure in his heart continued to stimulate Darien's spirit.
He couldn't stop.
Speed up...
Zhuguang, who was always calm and gorgeous, stopped at the edge of Alma in a wolfish manner.
Darien tried his best to stabilize his body and stumbled to search for Anatole's figure.
The flat ground had become bumpy after the fierce battle. The surrounding buildings and trees were destroyed beyond recognition, and debris fell to the ground.
Darien didn't pay attention to the road under his feet, and he felt a hard object under his feet.
——It was a necklace.
He bent over and picked it up with shaking hands, rubbing the marks on it with his thumb. A name was neatly engraved on the black stone:
Anatole Voss.
The blunt pain in his heart suddenly became strong, as if a sharp knife had stabbed into it fiercely, twisting it violently, and it was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
Darien accidentally caught a glimpse of a piece of clothing in the corner, and almost ran over with all his strength.
Anatole sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and leaned quietly against the corner of the wall.
His body was covered with bloodstains, as if he had been soaked in blood. There were wounds of all sizes all over his body. Strands of blood flowed out from the wounds, gathered at the fingertips, and dripped onto the dusty ground.
Darien approached helplessly like a child, his eyes widened, he gasped for air, almost suffocated, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
He lifted Anatole's head, half-crouched down, carefully hugged the person in front of him, and slowly put his ear to his chest.
There was silence for a few seconds, and no sound was heard in his ears.
The world seemed to fall into silence.
"Boom, boom, boom--"
It was Darien's violently beating heart.
His nails almost sank into the palm of his hand, Darien came closer, and in fear and helplessness, he gently leaned his head on Anatole's chest.
A hand was placed on Darien's head.
"Boom--"
That was the sound of Anatole's steady and strong heartbeat.
It was also the sound of a heartbeat that only beats for you.
A necklace hung on Anatole's fingertips, swaying slightly.
The green pebbles flowed peacefully like a lake in the rising sun.
Darien looked up and saw the words engraved on the stone:
- Darien Voss.
"Returned to its original owner."
Anatole reluctantly raised his hand and hung it around Darien's neck, then smiled bitterly:
"Sorry, I lost the one you gave me."
"No."
Darien held out the black stone necklace clenched in his palm and put it on Anatole.
"Okay, returned to its original owner."
The two faced each other, foreheads pressed together, and then smiled at each other.
"Darien, I'm back."
Anatole lowered his head slightly, put his lips to Darien's ear, and whispered softly.
Darien looked deeply into those ink-black eyes and buried his head in Anatole's arms.
"Yeah, I know."
I knew it the first moment I saw you.
"And, welcome back."
- My favorite Anatole.
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[Postscript]
"Dad, father, when are you coming back?"
"Wade misses you so much..."
Little Wade leaned against the window sill, holding the communicator in his hand.
"Dad and father are both injured and need to rest for a while. Little Wade, be good. Let Lei bring you to see us tomorrow, okay?"
Darien coaxed the child patiently on the other end of the communicator.
Both of them, especially Anatole, were seriously injured.
In view of the uncertainty of the journey from Ackerman to Brecka, both of them were forced by Yuri to stay in Ackerman for treatment.
No matter how much they missed little Wade, Darien and Anatole could not see the child immediately, and could only keep in touch with the child every day.
Of course, video calls were excluded.
Darien didn't want to be seen by the child with Anatole like this, otherwise he was afraid that little Wade would burst into tears again.
"Okay, Daddy keeps his word."
Little Wade has always been easy to coax. When he heard Darien's words, his mood immediately turned from gloomy to bright.
"Dad, I want to talk to my father~"
"I'm afraid this will take a while. Your father is resting now. When he wakes up, I'll ask him to call little Wade, okay?"
Darien glanced at Anatole, who was sleeping with his eyes closed next to him, and explained in a soft voice.
"When will daddy bring the younger brother back? Last time I saw daddy and father kissing, if they kiss, there will be a baby, and little Wade will have a younger brother!"
"Ah...little Wade, listen to me..."
Darien's mouth twitched when he heard the child's childish words, his brain worked quickly, and he quickly organized language to explain to the child.
#From then on, I never kissed in front of the child again#
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"I can't believe...besides Anatole, that genius freak, there are other people who can drive the light chaser...it's true that people of the same family are like one family."
"So, when will I have the honor to meet the beloved baby of your admiral?"
Lewin occupied Yuri's seat, leaning against the back of the seat, staring at the ceiling with boredom.
"The Admiral said that I won't see anyone until my injury is healed." So
don't even think about disturbing the Admiral and Darien.
Yuri was obviously immune to Lewin's behavior, standing aside calmly, organizing the documents on the desk.
"I can see that you Admirals just want to take advantage of this opportunity to have a honeymoon, right? You want me to be your slave here."
Lewin straightened up from his chair and narrowed his fox eyes.
"First of all, it is also the responsibility of your Third Legion to defend Ackerman. Secondly, your reinforcements are so slow to arrive that I have to doubt your ability."
Yuri retorted to Lewin without even looking up.
"Okay, okay, don't mention it. It's my fault... Tsk, I didn't expect those old guys to be so difficult to deal with." What
Lewin didn't say that day was - in fact, at that moment, he hesitated for a moment.
The Fifth Legion is powerful, who wouldn't want to take this opportunity to step on it?
Lewin thought he had been immersed in the mud for a long time.
However, whether in the past or now, Anatole has never changed at all, shining like a star forever.
- Let me have some courage and confidence.