SGT CH11: Fall into the abyss

◎Torturing X personally only gave him greater pleasure◎

Aix was stunned.

As the general with the strongest individual combat capability in the military, many military females considered it an honor to fight Aix.

Aix had accepted countless challenges.

But this was the first time he had been challenged by a male zerg.

And no zerg had ever told him how to respond to a male zerg’s challenge.

“You pick a mech. We’ll have a fight,” Mousse decided on his own.

It wasn’t a spar or a competition. He just wanted to beat up Aix.

“Your Highness, I…”

Aix’s brain went on standby.

Mech piloting didn’t have such high requirements for physical fitness.

Even with a suppressor on, it didn’t affect basic piloting, it just meant he couldn’t unleash his full strength.

But even just one or two-tenths of an S-level military female’s strength was enough to put a male zerg in danger countless times.

It was more than enough to send Aix back to the punishment room.

Mousse waited for a while but didn’t get a response from Aix, thinking he didn’t like these mechs.

A female zerg with no taste. Doesn’t he understand the greatness of a mech that can be mentally linked?

However, female zergs indeed didn’t need mental linking.

Their physical reactions were far faster than their thoughts.

Only high-level male zergs would encounter a situation where their physical reaction speed couldn’t keep up with their thoughts.

And mechs that could be mentally linked were born from this need.

Mousse thought of something and said, “Your mech is also here. You can choose to pilot ‘Quetzalcoatl’ to fight me.”

Hearing the name of his own mech, a different color finally appeared in Aix’s listless eyes.

Mousse operated his terminal a few times, and the light shield in the center of the room faded.

A mysterious and cool black mech revealed its form.

Aix’s exclusive mech—Quetzalcoatl.

When Aix was locked in the punishment room, everything he owned fell into the prince’s hands.

The mech was naturally no exception.

This mech was entirely dark black, with only a few emerald green decorations on the eyes and wing parts.

At a glance, it seemed to absorb all light, even space itself seemed to become distorted.

And that touch of green was like the eyes and feathers of a quetzal, adding a sense of mystery and strangeness to it.

This was a mech that had reached the pinnacle in both concealment and explosive power.

Mousse had once collected an electronic poster of General Aix.

On the chaotic and fierce battlefield, “Quetzalcoatl” quietly approached the enemy’s lead general’s mech, appearing behind the enemy mech like a ghost, and splitting it in two with one strike.

Taking the enemy general’s head amidst a million troops.

At that moment, everything was silent. The artillery fire and slaughter in the rear became mere background decorations.

Only that mysterious black mech was the focus of everything.

The black mech in the picture did not linger. It quickly avoided the enemy’s concentrated fire with its powerful piloting skills and became active again in various important positions on the battlefield.

Recalling the scene in the poster, Mousse couldn’t help but feel fortunate.

It was a good thing that when he captured Aix back then, Aix hadn’t used his mech.

Otherwise, even with his entire personal guard combined, it wouldn’t have been enough to be a match for Aix.

In fact, Mousse had many similar posters.

He had long forgotten why he collected them in the first place.

Clearly, just seeing anything related to that female zerg made him feel very annoyed.

Yet he couldn’t help but keep paying attention.

It was probably because he wanted to see when he would have bad luck.

He watched him climb higher and higher, being promoted to general, and even coming within reach of the position of a First Army marshal.

And he also watched him fall into the abyss in one day.

Mousse at that time had not expected that the “abyss” that would cause Aix’s downfall would be him.

But this was also quite good.

Tormenting Aix with his own hands was what made him even more pleased.

Mousse didn’t give Aix a chance to refuse and directly ordered:

“Go try out Quetzalcoatl. It hasn’t been maintained for over three months. I hope it can still be used. In ten minutes, I want to see you in the mech combat room.”

After speaking, Mousse entered the mech combat room first.

His mech was already waiting here.

Phoenix, Fenix.

This was a crimson-gold mech with huge metal wings.

The mech was inlaid with many amber and cyan energy stones, which were the mech’s continuous source of power.

The huge wings on its back provided the mech with extremely high defense, able to withstand a main ship’s particle cannon, a true “Phoenix.”

Unlike “Quetzalcoatl,” which leaned more towards stealth and burst, Phoenix focused more on defense and sustained output.

It was a long-range artillery-type mech.

The materials used for “Phoenix” were many priceless and rare treasures, and its core energy source was the only one of its kind in the world.

This was a mech tailor-made for Mousse and absolutely could not be replicated.

Because it was too expensive to build.

Even the Zerg Emperor wouldn’t dare to spend money like this.

But Mousse dared.

Mousse waited in the mech’s cockpit for two minutes, then saw the combat preparation platform on the other side slowly rise.

The renowned “Quetzalcoatl” appeared before him.

A mech that had been through the baptism of war was completely different from the mechs Mousse collected.

When “Quetzalcoatl” appeared in this combat room that simulated a cosmic environment, it was like the god of death arriving on the battlefield.

“Wow—”

Mousse exclaimed softly. His eyes, looking at the black mech, shone with a startling brightness, his heart pounding extremely fast.

He recalled the heroic posture of “Quetzalcoatl” in the war recordings.

He also recalled the fear of having his chest pierced by Aix’s claw.

Admiration and fear, at this moment, all turned into excited battle intent.

“I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

Mousse took the initiative to connect to “Quetzalcoatl’s” communication channel and said: “I will unlock some of the suppressor ring’s restrictions. You can go all out. You don’t have to hold back with me.”

As for what to do if he was really injured by the female zerg, it was not within Mousse’s consideration.

The defensive performance of “Phoenix” was the best in the world.

From the mech’s stats, even the extremely explosive “Quetzalcoatl” couldn’t break his defense.

If it really broke… Aix could prepare his last words.

Aix felt the weakening of the suppressor’s restrictions.

His body was once again filled with power.

Apart from not being able to transform into his zerg form and not being able to mobilize his zerg pattern energy, everything else was the same as before.

No female zerg disliked the feeling of power returning to their body.

But Aix couldn’t be happy.

He was already prepared to be beaten up by the prince.

But the prince unlocked his restrictions and told him to go all out.

This was much more difficult than being beaten up one-sidedly.

Aix could see the extraordinariness of the golden mech in front of him, but he knew nothing about the prince’s mech piloting skills.

If he went up and directly knocked down the prince’s mech, he would definitely be the one to have bad luck, not the prince.

The prince did things on a whim. Aix could not disobey the prince’s orders, nor could he truly attack a male zerg, especially a male zerg who controlled his own and the zerg egg’s life.

He could only first assume a defensive posture and let the prince make the first move.

Mousse saw this and didn’t mind, directly maneuvering his mech to set up his cannons.

High-level male zergs had a photographic memory. He had seen “Quetzalcoatl’s” data and knew its various stats like the back of his hand.

He was very clear about what kind of firepower bombardment could cause damage to “Quetzalcoatl’s” body without destroying the cockpit.

Seeing the dazzling medium pulse laser shooting towards him, Aix instinctively maneuvered his mech to dodge.

A mech was a military female’s best partner, a partner to whom one could entrust their life, its importance comparable to life itself.

The energy source loaded in the prince’s overly magnificent mech was too powerful.

He was willing to be beaten by the prince to let him vent his anger, but that didn’t mean he could just watch his own mech be destroyed.

Soon, Aix discovered that dodging the prince’s artillery fire was not an easy task either.

The prince’s accuracy was surprisingly good, and his predictive ability was ridiculously strong.

Several times, Aix felt that the prince knew what he was thinking in his heart and had blocked his route with artillery fire in advance.

This style of combat suddenly reminded Aix of another prince, the prince’s own brother.

He had sparred with the second prince before. He found that the other party really liked to predict his opponent’s next move.

But this didn’t match the second prince’s own straightforward fighting style. It was more like he was consciously imitating another zerg.

Now, Aix seemed to know who the second prince was imitating.

A completely unexpected zerg.

The impression the imperial citizens had of the prince had always been a noble and beautiful male zerg prince, very much doted on by the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal, and reasonably friendly towards his brothers.

As for ability…

The zerg populace had never paid much attention to the abilities of male zergs, subconsciously ignoring them.

Even though the current Zerg Emperor and the next crown prince were both male zergs, it was difficult to change this deep-rooted perception.

The populace was more willing to see high-ranking male zergs as mascots.

If the imperial citizens knew that the delicate and beautiful male zerg prince in their eyes had such terrifying destructive power after piloting a mech, they would probably be stunned.

Aix himself was quite surprised.

If not for the top speed of his “Quetzalcoatl” and the fact that he relied more on instinct and experience in combat, rather than the conventional knowledge taught by the military department, his mech would probably have been blasted to pieces by the prince by now.

It was also Mousse’s first time encountering such an unconventional opponent, and he was fighting with great frustration.

Clearly, in his perception, Aix wanted to go to the left side. He had prepared artillery fire to intercept him in advance, but Aix suddenly appeared in a completely different position.

This female zerg… his body simply didn’t do what his brain wanted!

Especially after he tried to perceive even more, he found that the female zerg was actually distracted!

Aix was thinking he was very beautiful and also had strong destructive power.

Mousse’s highly focused mind was in chaos for a moment, and his operations became distorted.

Discovering this, Mousse became even more annoyed and said loudly to the female zerg:

“Are you going to keep dodging like this? You can’t compare to my ‘Phoenix’ in terms of energy!”

“Quetzalcoatl” maintaining such high-speed movement would also consume a large amount of energy.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that “Phoenix” was nearly half the tonnage of “Quetzalcoatl”; the energy it carried was far more than “Quetzalcoatl.”

This was called being inhumanly rich.

Just as he finished speaking, Mousse found that Aix’s mech had disappeared from his field of vision.

“Huh?”

It was Quetzalcoatl’s insane ability that was practically invisibility.

When did it, without him noticing…

However, a male zerg didn’t rely purely on his eyes to see things.

Mental power was the true “eye” of a high-level male zerg.

Mousse expanded his mental power to its full extent.

He soon found Aix’s location.

It was… below!

Just as Mousse was adjusting his cannon’s muzzle to fire downwards, his mech suddenly lost balance and fell backward.

“My apologies, Your Highness,” Aix’s voice sounded in his ear.

The moment he fell, Mousse understood what had happened.

Aix had stealthed up to him, grabbed his mech’s ankle, and with a sudden pull, tripped him.

“You!” Mousse’s cheeks flushed with anger.

He actually knew that in a fight, he was no match for an S-level military female.

But he didn’t expect to be tripped in such a playful manner.

Logically, as long as danger approached, Mousse would perceive it.

But as it happened, Aix had no killing intent towards him.

Not even malice.

And therefore, there was no mental warning.

So, was the female zerg just playing with him?

Mousse was filled with shame and anger. He raised the mech arm loaded with artillery, about to fire.

Aix quickly lunged forward and pressed down on the prince’s mech arm.

Now, “Quetzalcoatl” was almost entirely covering “Phoenix,” enveloping it.

What kind of position was this?!

Mousse’s face grew hotter, his head felt like it was on fire.

“You, I’ll blast you to death!!!”

Mousse’s mind suddenly linked with the mech.

The cannon muzzles all over the mech’s body opened at this moment, all turning in unison, aiming at the black mech on top of it.

The female zerg didn’t have so many delicate thoughts. It was only when he realized he had angered the prince that Aix noticed the mech’s position was a bit offensive.

Female zergs fighting female zergs wouldn’t care about these things.

But if it were a female zerg and a male zerg…

Aix also felt some awkwardness and helplessness.

Perhaps even a bit of shyness and embarrassment.

And then, he saw hundreds of cannon muzzles aimed at him.

Aix: “…”

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