Since returning from her last trial, Ellen Snow has noticed that her headaches are becoming more frequent.

After experiencing the [flowing void], he saw the gap in his memory, so he jumped off the cliff and climbed to the other side, wanting to take a look at the misty past before the age of fourteen.

Time passed very slowly, and he seemed to have broken some bones, so he could only crawl. Fortunately, he didn't feel any pain. Sometimes he couldn't even feel his own existence, and didn't know why he persisted.

You obviously can't remember anything, right?

But he just wanted to touch it.

I want to find back what I have forgotten.

Did he forget? What did he forget? Why?

Why in the passing void, with so many illusory mirrors reflecting him, he was wearing a silver, cold mask, as if he was wearing a layer of strange skin.

What does he look like?

This thought was like a thorn that suddenly pierced through the dark cage, causing him to have a splitting headache, but a tiny ray of light shone through the crack.

In the past ten years, he never seemed to have thought about "looking at himself". He never took off his mask in front of others, and he couldn't even see a mirror in his daily life.

He can't see himself clearly.

"Admiral, the mirror you requested."

Although it is common, people generally do not carry such things with them when they work. When the admiral suddenly asked for it, it was really hard to find. He asked the kind-hearted Dr. Kane for three seconds and finally got one.

The mirror was placed upright on the table.

Ellan Snow did not move for a long time.

He even closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.

Just keeping the thought of 'I want to see what I look like' almost exhausted his strength. The longer he persisted, the more painful an area in his brain became. He could even feel that his mental strength was slightly out of control.

He began to turn pale.

Nie Liang whispered, "...Admiral? Is there something wrong with this mirror?"

“…”

Ellen Snow's Adam's apple rolled and her jawline tightened.

After a long while, he slowly reached out his hand and gently put it on his mask.

A cold sweat fell.

Elansno's fingertips trembled and veins bulged on the back of his hands. He had enough strength, but he couldn't take off this extremely ordinary mask.

His eyelids seemed to be weighed down with weight, and he tried his best to force his gaze towards the mirror.

A clean, pure mirror.

In a trance, a hallucinatory scene flashed by:

[A room full of mirrors, a cross made of mirrors, a weak and pale figure trapped on it, bloodstains on the ground, chains tightly wrapped around the body...]

Bang!

The golden mental power burst out without warning, turning the mirror on the desk into powder in the blink of an eye. The chaotic flow blew the documents all over the place, making a heavy snowfall.

Nie Liang's pupils shrank and he quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding having his hair cut off.

"Admiral!"

He didn't care about anything else and took two steps forward, with a hint of anxiety and cruelty in his eyes, but his fingers stopped a second before touching Ellansno.

"……It's OK."

Ellan Snow was exhausted, with his elbows on the table, coughing and gasping. The pain in his head became more and more intense, as if it could drive him crazy.

In the end, he was unable to take off the mask.

"I'll go get Cain."

"No, get out."

Nie Liang pursed her lips.

"Didn't you hear? I'll tell you."

"……yes."

He had seen himself wearing a mask before, and had taken it off when alone. But he didn't have the headache he had this time. It was as if his brain was torn apart when he had the idea to explore.

Elansno let out a breath, letting himself slowly forget the desire to take off the mask, and the pain finally subsided a little.

At the same time, his desire to see what he looked like seemed to be suppressed, and he even began to forget it. The image of the mirror cross that flashed through his mind just now gradually faded and disappeared.

Ellan Snow picked up a piece of scrap paper that had fallen on the table.

He himself didn't know what he was insisting on. He held a pen and wrote on the paper: [I want to see what I look like.]

The handwriting is shaky, like that of a child who is just learning to write.

He was afraid that he would forget it again.

…

Outside the door, Nie Liang watched for a long time, and finally closed the door quietly.

mask.

headache.

Mirror...

Nie Liang frowned and recalled what he had just seen.

The admiral's reaction was really strange. He seemed to want to take off the mask, but he didn't dare to look up at the mirror on the table... It seemed a bit like he was under stress.

Lanzhouhe told him that the admiral had fainted next to Emperor Luoshi and was taken away to an unknown place. Later, he obtained a blurry photo and an audio clip.

Nie Liang was crazy, but the fact that he could survive for so long proved that he was not stupid. He could probably infer that those two things were probably left behind when the admiral was about ten years old.

How can a scream stored in the institute's database be a good experience?

Given the Admiral's personality, he would probably shoot the other person to death the first time, rather than continuing to serve in the Federation without complaint.

Unless it is——

brainwashing.

Nie Liang's pupils constricted and his steps stopped suddenly.

As soon as this idea came into his mind, it immediately took root in his heart.

——

Rat Ridge City.

Dawn light.

Three rings placed in a closed box floated quietly in the air, wrapped in a ball of purple spiritual power.

Two were obtained by Aljie and Shoubing, and one was snatched by Lanxia.

However, the ring contains layer upon layer of Elansno's mental power. Under normal circumstances, it is completely fine to forcibly erase it, but considering the instability of arms, it takes a lot of time to erase it.

Shoubing was the closest, watching from the side, staring at the trajectory of Lan Xia's mental power without blinking. He had been stuck in the Mirror Breaking Stage for a long time without any breakthrough.

The three rings were entangled with some forced-out golden mental power.

Lan Xia closed her eyes.

It was obvious that Ellen Snow was the person he wanted to kill.

But in fact...

The feeling this mental power gave him was not unpleasant.

That time when they fought in the chaotic magnetic zone, the opponent's strange tear made him feel an indescribable pain in his heart.

Is it true that every person with purple eyes, when they cry, is like Arnold, with misty, fragile dreams with flying purple petals?

"alright."

Lan Xia let out a breath and opened her eyes.

"Everyone, stand back a little. I'll get the stuff out."

"Okay," Alge immediately pulled the other three people back.

The arsenal was still under construction, and they had specially chosen the largest venue in Xiguang to temporarily store these things. After all, they couldn't be kept in the ring for a long time. If they exploded, it would be no joke.

Soon, piles of new weapons filled the place, and the originally spacious place instantly became crowded.

Alger hissed in his heart, and his eyes gradually brightened.

So many!

It's just a ring!

As expected, these are the stocks supplying the First Legion's arsenal. With these things, even if they can't use them for the time being, they can take some of the more common ones out and buy them.

It can also be distributed to the rest of Xiguang's people. With the blessing of weapons, Xiguang's overall strength will definitely be improved to a higher level.

And the improvement in strength means that Xiguang can recruit more people.

These arms are not only arms, but also money, people, and the capital for speaking!

Alger wanted to float happily.

Lian Yao glanced at him, then reached out and poked Alger's thigh, looking up and said, "If you have any ideas, I can help you."

Alger knew that his identity was not simple, so he just said, "I'll tell you in detail tonight."

However, unexpectedly, the things taken out of the remaining two rings were not arms, but a batch of sophisticated instruments.

Among the people present, it is estimated that only Jin Daiqi can use it.

"Why are there these things in the ring?" Jin Daiqian immediately abandoned her brother, moved over and put her face on the experimental equipment, and said happily, "Teacher, brother, can you approve these things for me?"

Lan Xia smiled and said, "Of course, this looks like an experimental instrument."

Arge: “These things are all yours.”

"I haven't seen this on the market," Jin Daiqian looked at it carefully and knocked on it. "But the shapes of these things look familiar, and the materials are top-notch. I'll study them to see what they are. If I can't figure it out, I'll dismantle them and assemble something else."

This trip to the chaotic magnetic area was quite rewarding. It has finally come to an end and I can take a good rest for a while.

"Teacher, I want to announce your identity after a while," Alger thought, "After all, with the current carpet search in the Northwest Star Region, I'm afraid it won't last long before we find you. It's better for us to take the initiative."

He didn't know what he talked about with Lian Yao that day, and added: "This guy can also help. Don't worry, you don't have to show up for anything. Leave it to me to handle."

Lan Xia smiled: "I became a mascot?"

Jin Daiqiu also laughed, and suddenly she felt a line of bumps on the instrument. She looked down subconsciously and saw a word printed there: [Eternal].

[Eternal].

eternal.

She was slightly stunned.

She had just seen this word in a place not long ago.

Jin Daixi's eyes fell on Lan Xia's left clavicle. When the teacher had a high fever, she had glanced at it. There was a line of blood-red words printed there that looked like a tattoo: [Eternal A679]

Perhaps it was the image of Lan Xia with a weak breath and covered in blood that had left a deep impression on her mind. Jin Daixiu looked at her teacher's pale but gentle and kind smiling face, and suddenly felt a little flustered for no reason.

She took a sudden step forward and grabbed the strap of Lan Xia's windbreaker.

Lan Xia was talking to Shou Bing, and at this moment, she turned her head and smiled, "What's wrong?"

Jin Daiyu looked at him without blinking. The palm holding Lan Xia's clothes loosened slightly, and then tightened it again the next second, "Teacher..."

She just felt like the teacher might disappear at any time.

It's like the first snow in the sun.

It seems that all the beautiful words can be piled on him.

But the snow melts too easily in the sun.

Jin Daixi: "Nothing, I just want to be closer to the teacher."

Lan Xia touched her head and said, "Kid, aren't we usually together?"

Jin Daixi said eagerly, "It's different, teacher. Xiguang is very good, right? Teacher, you will always be with us like this, right?"

Lan Xia raised her eyebrows slightly.

The others seemed a little nervous as well, waiting for his answer.

"you……"

Lan Xia pondered for a moment and couldn't help laughing, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. You usually act like adults when you take care of my meals. Why are you like this now? Are you being coquettish?"

Alger coughed embarrassedly and said, "Tell me, teacher."

"Okay," Lan Xia couldn't stand them anymore and said seriously, "You guys haven't grown up yet. I won't leave until the Federation collapses."

Shoubing: "What happens next?"

"Afterwards? That's too far away, but if that day really comes--"

Lan Xia's eyes curved, and she said jokingly, "Of course I'd plant violets. If Xiguang gave me a piece of land, I could plant flowers there. The seeds that Arnold left for me are very delicate, and I don't know what conditions would allow them to bloom."

Several people felt a pang in their hearts.

Jin Daiqi glanced at her brother subconsciously, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Arge was silent for a while and said, "Teacher..."

Lan Xia: “Hmm?”

"It's okay," Alger smiled, "We still have a lot of things we don't know, the teacher has to keep an eye on us."

They have been together for quite some time.

Lan Xia's eyes were gentle.

This group of young people are decisive, kind, unyielding, and sincere... They have never experienced insurmountable loss, nor have they left behind scars that cannot be erased in their lifetime and will cause dull pain whenever they are mentioned.

They were unfortunate enough to be born in an era of great chaos in the Federation, but they were also fortunate enough to write their names in blood during this period that was destined to be turbulent.

The young man, who is still in the training stage, has already begun to show his brilliance.

He didn't think highly of Arnold, but at least...

Lan Xia smiled: "I will watch you grow up."

He said softly.

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