"How can there be so many bullet holes in the walls, and in the seats too? How could this happen?!"
Kreta's pupils contracted as she stared blankly at the bullet hole slightly to the left of the driver's seat.
It was so close, it was going to hit right in the center!
As is well known, the prototype machine, as the starting point for Baizhi Heavy Industry's development of intelligent machinery, does not possess the high-end logic cores of Hans, Gretel, and Friday.
In other words, the prototype needs a pilot!
In Kleida's memory, only her father, the former president of Shirai Heavy Industries, Hols Bellenberg, was qualified to operate this machine!
Kreta stared at the bullet hole in the chair, her pupils trembling in struggle, alternating between light and dark.
Silently, she lowered her head, clenching her teeth so tightly that her gums ached as much as her trembling heart!
There, Kreta erected a pillar for her father, rooted in the deepest mire, enduring Kreta's curses for years.
However, at that very moment, the pillar showed signs of being pushed out.
It turns out that... on the eve of the fall of the old capital, the father who absconded with the money had piloted a prototype aircraft to fight against an unknown enemy!
Was the money he took back then... to repair the prototype machine, which was still a work in progress at the time...?
Kreida clenched her teeth, making a grinding sound. Years of negative news about her father and the heartbreaking years when Bai Zhi Heavy Industry was on the verge of bankruptcy crashed into her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
"Look everyone, this is the inside of the prototype, it's riddled with holes!"
Meanwhile, Ies seemed oblivious to Kreta's unusual behavior, instead using technology to transfer the images it was seeing.
In Memorial Square, a group of people split into two groups, staring at their phones.
Faga and Ellen frowned. With their combat experience, they could deduce the intensity of the battle just by looking at the devastation on the battlefield.
But suddenly, a cry of surprise came from Baizhi Heavy Industry next to them.
Grace muttered to herself, "So many bullet holes. And why is the little one so quiet, not saying a word... Wait a minute!"
Grace suddenly realized a possibility and shouted, "Rope Maker, forget about that for now, quickly check on the little one's condition!"
"Little one... Kleida?"
Eis rubbed his head, and the image on Grace's phone shifted with Eis's perspective, gradually moving onto Koleda.
At this moment, everyone at Baizhi Heavy Industry suddenly held their breath.
Those familiar with Kreta could immediately tell that Kreta's mental state was not right.
Grace screamed and yelled, "Little one, wake up!"
The enormous volume shattered the barriers between their hearts, and burning emotions gripped her wrist.
Suddenly, Kreta looked up and saw Grace looking nervous on the screen above Ies's head. Even though Kreta's vision was blurry, she could still recognize her at a glance.
Soon after, Kreta's clenched teeth loosened.
It's all in the past...
The future is long; she has plenty of time to explore.
Cleopatra thought to herself, raising her hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from her eyes, trying hard to suppress her sobs and pretending to be nonchalant:
"Why are you yelling like that? It's not like I can't hear you, your club president."
"Oh dear!"
Kreta sighed softly, fumbled for the armrest of the chair and sat down, carefully feeling the bullet holes remaining on the seat with the back of her head.
She was too short; the bullet must have been aimed at her father's chest, just slightly off-target.
"Let's see if this old guy can still move!"
Kreta whispered as she gripped the control lever.
The key to the prototype is still in the ignition; it can be started at any time.
Seeing everything Kreta did in the square, Grace finally breathed a sigh of relief and jokingly scolded, "Little brat, how dare you talk to your older sister like that?"
Fortunately, Kroda's emotions had returned to normal, and under her control, the prototype's two mechanical arms gradually loosened, causing the monument that it had been tightly gripping to collapse.
But no one paid any attention, because they were standing far enough away that the dust didn't reach their faces.
Only Fagar's expression changed drastically. He had previously felt that the etheric activity in the ruins was fluctuating, but he was anemic at the time and did not use his vampire vision to investigate.
But now that the monument has collapsed, Fargard doesn't even need to activate his vampire vision to sense that the etheric activity beneath the ruins has reached an absurdly high level!
Oh, right!
Fagga suddenly remembered something.
Back when Friday was still a serious case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), it kept saying it would go and protect its mentor's seal.
Fagga gazed at the ruins, his pupils trembling slightly.
That seal could not be...
Suddenly, the soil above the ruins trembled slightly, and Fagga immediately shouted:
"careful!"
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