Chapter 51 Humanoid Weapon 17
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[Are you back?] The system asked in confusion when it saw Yan Bei open his eyes.
[Of course.] As he said that, Yan Sifang appeared in the system space, pulling a silver-haired boy with him.
The system looked at these two characters who were like copies of each other and fell into deep thought.
Both of them have smooth and beautiful long silver hair, and their appearance is 90% similar. The biggest difference is in the eyes.
The one on the left has a more childish face, a dull expression, and no light in his eyes. Even when he looks at him, the white-haired boy remains motionless. That boy is Yan Bei.
The system looked to the right again. His expressionless face looked no different from the boy next to him, but the one who made the system detect three parts of sarcasm and three parts of sneer from the details was the familiar executive Yan Sifang.
The system looked at the two of them carefully from head to toe, and was repeatedly amazed at their similarities. The system had not paid much attention to it before. To it, the original owner Yan Bei was just a body for the executor to complete the mission. Even if he looked very similar to Yan Sifang, it was not a feature worth noting.
But it didn't expect that the frequencies of their soul vibrations were so consistent.
[So? After you help him find him, how will we continue to implement our plan?] The system finally stopped looking and turned the topic back to the right track.
[We still have to proceed with the original plan for now.] Yan Sifang paused, sighed, and continued, [Xiao Yan just transmitted a memory to me, and from it I learned something. Because of 'that thing', we have to continue the drama with the emperor until we find a way to deal with him.]
[So, what is it?] The system freezes for a moment.
Yan Sifang didn't say anything. He turned his head to look at the boy who was a head shorter than him, and the boy also looked up at him.
The two looked at each other, and Yan Bei was the first to look away.
In the quiet and empty system space.
The young man stared straight ahead with dull eyes, then slowly extended his index finger. He tilted his head slightly, pointed his index finger at his throat, and then used his finger to simulate a scalpel moving downwards.
Nothing happened.
He blinked, then stared into the air and whispered, "Bomb."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire system space shook three times, and then the system looked at Yan Bei as if to verify, [Really? Is it what I understand? ]
Yan Sifang nodded, "That madman hid something in Xiaoyan's body. Once it is activated, it will be enough to destroy the whole world."
[Oh my god…]
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It was indeed too early for the nobles in the imperial capital to be happy. Not only did the rebel army not lose its morale after losing Shajia, but their morale was greatly boosted by anger. They were determined to defeat the rebel army and force Yan Bei, who had killed two rebel leaders in succession, to kill someone to pay for his crime.
New military movements were announced from the palace. According to that person's instructions, Yanbei and Garcia would split their forces into two groups, one to the east and one to the west, to fight the rebels and engage in the final decisive battle.
When leaving the palace, the two took the same elevator.
This time, Garcia acted out of character and did not start making sarcastic remarks as usual when they met in an attempt to provoke Yan Bei's emotions. Instead, he did nothing and even made some room to the side when he saw Yan Bei walking in alone.
The elevator stopped, and the door opened. Garcia walked out slowly, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped, but the footsteps behind him did not stop. Garcia turned his head and looked at Yan Bei who left the elevator behind him and asked coldly, "Is there anything wrong? General Yan?"
This section of corridor was affected in the last battle, the surveillance was damaged, and it has not been repaired to date.
Yan Bei also stopped. He looked at Garcia and said directly, "You shouldn't stay here any longer."
"What do you mean?" Garcia frowned.
"The Empire has reached its end. This fragile planet can no longer withstand any more setbacks."
"Haha, it's even more ridiculous for you to say this, not to mention that Your Majesty just assured me that an extremely powerful army would join the war and the Imperial Army would never lose." He raised his head and laughed sarcastically twice.
"Are you really fighting for him?" Yan Bei was not moved by his words. His question immediately made the corridor quiet.
Lost in thought.
Yan Bei was not in a hurry either, he just stood there quietly.
He is an ambitious life achievement player who aims to climb to the top of the empire. The emperor and the rebels are just chips for him to use. He fights for the empire with all his heart and soul, but he may not be willing to be inferior to others. I am afraid that replacing the emperor is his ultimate goal.
But what if the empire is doomed to collapse, what if he can no longer rely on it to achieve his goals?
Will he still stick to his position and class?
Yan Bei is not in a hurry, he believes he will make his own choice.
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The battle outside has already begun.
Garcia stayed in the observation room to command the battle. The situation was not favorable to the Imperial Army at the beginning. After all, with the same military strength, the morale of the Imperial Army has always been inferior to that of the rebels, so it is normal for them to be at a disadvantage.
Garcia was about to order a temporary truce instead of letting the enemy continue to act arrogantly.
A group of soldiers suddenly rushed into the battlefield without knowing where they came from. It was a dark and overwhelming army. As soldiers, they were covered in defensive armor all over their bodies and had their faces masked so that people could not see their expressions. They looked sneaky, but their fighting power was extremely strong.
Garcia stopped what he was doing and frowned as he carefully observed this army of unknown origin. At this moment, the camera captured a picture of a soldier's face with the veil torn, and underneath the hole, there was a flash of dark green.
What on earth is this!!!
Garcia was so frightened that he could no longer sit still. He almost jumped out of his chair and rushed out the door.
Garcia walked to the barracks on the ground.
The battle was over, and the Sickle Legion, which had been covered tightly from beginning to end without even revealing its eyes, was also withdrawing its troops.
Garcia stopped running downstairs, straightened his uniform, and walked over there with his usual smile on his face.
He walked towards a tall, thin, pale-skinned man in civilian clothes. He was not wearing a military uniform, and his skin was the kind of pale skin that had never been seen in the light, so he was particularly conspicuous in the barracks.
"Long time no see, General Scott." He greeted the man next to him, then asked suspiciously, "Who is this officer? I don't know him."
Hearing his words, the pale man did not move, as if he had no idea that he was being discussed. On the contrary, Scott, who was being asked the question, suddenly became extremely frightened. He swallowed his saliva and said calmly, "I have been in the capital for a long time, and I haven't seen Garcia for a long time. Why don't we go have a drink first?"
As he spoke, he faced Garcia, but he couldn't help but keep glancing at the pale man next to him. But the man just stared blankly ahead, without any reaction to his words.
After saying that, he pulled Garcia's arm and walked to the other side, and the latter was pulled over without resistance.
"I know what you want to ask?"
As soon as he reached an empty corner, Scott put down his hand and spoke in a low voice.
"Oh?" Garcia raised his lips subconsciously, "So what do you know about that strange army?"
"I don't know. I know nothing." Although he already knew what he was going to ask, Scott still got goosebumps the moment he heard him ask.
"You know nothing?" Garcia raised his eyebrows.
"Don't ask me. I can only tell you this: I don't know anything. It's best if you don't ask me anything. This is the best way, and it's good for everyone."
Having said that, he didn't wait for Garcia's reply. He turned around and stumbled away, one step deep and one step shallow, his body still shaking uncontrollably.
As he watched him leave, Garcia's shadowed face turned into one of extreme terror.
Crazy!
The man in the palace is absolutely crazy! How dare he, how dare they do such a thing!
The terrible guess in his heart made his thoughts churn constantly. He subconsciously put his hand into his pocket in annoyance, but he unexpectedly touched something hard.
Garcia took the thing out of his pocket—
It was a small bird's wing, a high-level contact for the rebels.
He actually left this thing behind, recalling what Yan Bei had said to him.
"The Empire is a machine destined to collapse. If you cling to it, you will sooner or later fall into the abyss with it."
Damn it.
Garcia thought angrily, what the puppet said was right.
He couldn't stay in this empire for a moment.