SGT CH44: His Hero

◎Aix folded his wings, retracting his murderous aura and flames, and knelt on one knee before the Prince’s mecha.◎

Mousse looked up at the swarm of mechas diving down from the sky, his mind going blank for a moment.

What’s going on?

I’m just sitting at home, and military achievements are falling from the sky?

But he was a male Prince who had never even served in the military. What did he need military achievements for?

“Your Highness, get out of there! You’re their target! Wait… for me… I’m coming…”

The signal seemed to be affected. Just as Aix’s voice came through, the virtual screen froze into a black and white, pixelated image, and the subsequent sounds were distorted.

A few seconds later, the screen went completely black.

Mousse looked at the black screen, then at the rapidly approaching swarm of mechas, and was instantly furious.

Of all the days to cause trouble, they had to choose the Twin Moon Festival, and right when he was sharing fireworks with Aix.

These guys should all be made into fireworks themselves.

“What is that?”

“Enemy attack!”

“Protect His Highness the Prince!!!”

The sudden appearance of the mecha swarm threw the Zerg celebrating the Twin Moon Festival in the square into chaos.

Many Zerg surged towards the Prince’s location.

The personal guards were on high alert.

“Back off! Evacuate in an orderly manner!”

Most of the gathered crowd genuinely wanted to protect the Prince, but no one could be sure if there were assassins mixed in.

The personal guards naturally couldn’t let them get close to the Prince.

The crowd was too dense to deploy the mecha from his spatial bracelet, and his flyer was still parked in the aerial hangar.

“Your Highness, we must leave as soon as possible. Please forgive my offense.”

The captain of the personal guard quickly walked up to Mousse, apologized, and then embraced him. Silvery-white wings several meters long extended from his back, and he instantly took off with Mousse.

Four flying-type personal guards released their wings and followed.

The remaining personal guards helped evacuate the crowd while firing at the approaching mechas in the sky, buying time for the Prince’s safe escape.

Mousse was being moved at high speed and couldn’t open his eyes to see the situation below, so he released his mental power.

All female Zerg in the Zerg race were soldiers, and White Night Star, due to its history, had a fierce populace. Mousse also organized war drills every year, so the locals were used to similar situations.

After he left, the local population actually calmed down.

The female Zerg spontaneously protected the male Zerg and cubs around them, evacuating quickly and orderly.

But there were too many tourists. They were not familiar with this procedure, which still caused chaos.

“The reputation White Night Star has worked so hard to turn around cannot be ruined by these attackers… Stop at the arena up ahead and switch to mechas to engage them.”

Mousse ordered.

“Your Highness, your safety is paramount,” the guard captain tried to persuade him.

“Do you think your body is tougher than my ‘Phoenix’?” Mousse retorted.

The guard captain, of course, did not dare to compare his own body with the Prince’s exclusive mecha, the “Phoenix,” which had its defenses maxed out.

His persuasion having failed, the guard captain issued the combat command in the team’s communication channel and brought the Prince to a stop in the arena.

Mousse released the mecha “Phoenix” stored in his spatial bracelet. The magnificent and powerful golden mecha appeared in the empty arena.

Seeing that obviously extraordinary mecha, the commander of the pursuing mechas in the sky immediately changed his strategy, abandoning the idea of capturing the S-class male Zerg alive and ordering the energy cannons to be fired.

“Prioritize destroying that mecha! As for the Zerg Prince, whether he lives or not depends on his luck.”

For the Tianga, capturing a high-level male Zerg was a good trophy, but it was no big deal if they couldn’t.

After all, their goal was to throw White Night Star into chaos, creating an opportunity for the main fleet to conquer White Night Star.

Capturing the Prince alive or killing the Prince could both achieve the goal of disrupting the White Night Star military and would be considered a completed mission.

Of course, from a personal standpoint, he still hoped that the beautiful S-class male could survive.

A red energy beam shot towards the golden mecha, its power great enough to destroy the entire arena.

“A moment of silence for the poor male…”

The commander’s words were not yet finished when his expression changed.

A huge golden light shield appeared out of thin air, blocking the energy cannon completely.

“How is that possible? There wasn’t enough time for a Zerg to even enter the mecha’s cockpit.”

Let alone activate the mecha’s shield.

Mousse indeed hadn’t had time to enter the mecha’s cockpit, but who said you had to be in the cockpit to control the mecha?

His mental power was linked to the mecha. While controlling the mecha to activate the shield, more than a dozen cannon muzzles opened simultaneously.

With his powerful mental power calculating the range and direction, more than a dozen energy cannons fired at the same time.

He had chosen to retreat earlier because they were surrounded by civilians and a dense crowd, making it impossible to use the mecha.

Now, it was time to show these attackers some color.

First, a serving of colorful energy cannons.

“Evasive maneuvers!” the commander hastily ordered.

Their mechas were all illegally modified, with an emphasis on attack power, while their defense was on par with civilian mechas.

This intensity of energy cannon fire would basically disable a mecha in two hits.

Fortunately, they were all well-trained hunters, and most of them dodged the incoming energy cannons.

Before the commander could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the second energy beam already before him, closely followed by the third, fourth, and fifth beams.

Each beam came from a different direction, but they were all sealing his escape routes. No matter which direction he dodged, he would be hit by at least one cannon.

The mechas beside him were destroyed one after another.

The first shot that they had easily dodged was like bait to lure them into this inescapable encirclement.

Until the very end, the commander found it hard to believe that he was facing just one mecha.

With one mecha, it had created the effect of surrounding their dozens of mechas.

The mecha was severely damaged, the entire cockpit flashing red. Before the cockpit was hit, the commander heard a voice in his mind say:

“Goodbye. Fireworks should bloom brilliantly in the sky.”

Boom—

“Wow, these fireworks are quite dazzling.”

Only then did Mousse walk to the cockpit and sit down in the floating seat in the center.

The personal guards, who had deployed their mechas a step later than him, actually entered their cockpits earlier and controlled their mechas to surround and protect the “Phoenix.”

“Do you think if I tell the tourists this was a fireworks show prepared for them, they’ll believe me?” Mousse asked.

The guard captain replied with difficulty:

“If you appear on screen to give a speech… they will believe you.”

His Highness the Prince was personally coming out to coax them. Never mind a fireworks show made of mechas; even if the Prince said the moon was heart-shaped, they would believe him.

And they would spontaneously carve the satellites of all planets into heart shapes. If they couldn’t carve them, they would build an artificial heart-shaped satellite.

To ensure that the Prince could see a heart-shaped moon on every planet he visited.

Mousse looked at the sky, where many red lights were flashing.

Those were just the small attack team targeting him; the real fleet was still behind.

What a pain.

Having to work on a holiday was one thing, but he also had to work overtime.

Mousse controlled the mecha to take off, intending to head to the military headquarters, but he suddenly stopped.

In his perception, many mechas were approaching.

The mecha models were varied, definitely not an official mecha squad.

Five hundred, nine hundred… one thousand five hundred.

Sensing the rapidly approaching number of mechas, Mousse’s expression changed.

Are you kidding me? A small mecha squad couldn’t take him down, so they sent a whole mecha regiment?

You can smuggle a whole mecha regiment into White Night Star, and with that kind of power, you don’t go attack the military headquarters directly, but come for me?

Mousse didn’t know yet that the original target of this mecha regiment was indeed the military headquarters, but the military had somehow gotten wind of it and entered a state of combat readiness ahead of time.

Since capturing the Prince alive would also achieve the effect, they decided to pick the softer target.

Mousse, the chosen soft target, was very annoyed.

“Retreat first.”

If a hundred mechas came, Mousse could fight them.

But a whole mecha regiment, over one thousand five hundred mechas, he didn’t have enough cannons.

Perhaps he could survive until the end with the “Phoenix’s” super high defense and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

But the personal guard unit would inevitably suffer heavy casualties.

The military headquarters was no longer an option; these mechas were coming from that direction.

“Return to the Prince’s mansion,” Mousse quickly made a decision.

Under the protection of his personal guards, Mousse fought while retreating.

During this time, some patrol officers and civilians in civilian mechas joined in, launching attacks on the mecha regiment with what could be described as fearless courage.

“I swear to protect His Highness the Prince to the death!”

“Fight for His Highness!!!”

With so many Zerg joining in, Mousse couldn’t leave.

He simply stopped and fought back.

Mousse prioritized shooting the attackers who were targeting civilians.

Colorful energy beams flew by, but they would never accidentally hit an ally in the chaos.

Every energy beam fired represented the fall of an enemy mecha, which greatly boosted the Zerg’s morale.

Both the military females and the assisting civilians felt their blood boil.

At the same time, it also aroused a strong competitive spirit.

They were here to protect His Highness the Prince; they couldn’t rely on His Highness to protect them.

The female Zerg fought more and more bravely, desperately trying to show off in front of the Prince.

Mousse, at the center of the melee, was not optimistic.

The enemy forces pressed down like a tide. Even though he had destroyed many mechas, the distance between the enemy mechas and him was still shrinking.

They were approaching him at the cost of their teammates’ lives.

Mousse was not good at close combat.

In his usual sparring with Aix, he could hold his own in a long-range battle, but once it became a close-quarters fight, Aix could wipe the floor with him even if he went easy on him to an extreme degree.

All along, what he was good at was using weapons, not combat itself.

Once they got close…

“Your Highness, be careful!”

In a moment of distraction, a mecha broke through the encirclement from the flank and attacked Mousse.

Mousse immediately turned his cannons, but it was too late.

The ferocious modified mecha was already in front of him, the cannon muzzle in its palm pressed against his cockpit.

A black flash of light streaked by, and time seemed to freeze.

The modified mecha’s arm broke apart from the middle, turning into several sections and falling with a crash.

Black exoskeletons like chains wrapped around the mecha’s body, flinging it away.

In mid-air, it was torn in half.

As the mecha wreckage fell, Mousse saw the black-haired female Zerg with six long exoskeletons and a pair of wings on its back.

A semi-Zergified, mutated female Zerg, like a monster.

But that was his hero.

“Aix!!!”

Mousse covered his mouth in surprise, his gaze falling on the huge black wings on the female Zerg’s back.

Aix’s wings… had grown back!

【Scum Gong Value -5】
【Current Scum Gong Value: 0】
【Congratulations on completing the reformation.】

The Scum Gong Value, which hadn’t budged even with the birth of the Zerg egg, returned to zero at this moment.

But Mousse’s mind was not on the Scum Gong Value at all.

He watched as the semi-Zergified Aix joined the battlefield, not using a mecha or any weapons, relying solely on the strength of his body to tear apart each and every enemy mecha with his bare hands.

Mousse’s mouth hung open in astonishment.

He knew that high-level female Zerg could tear mechas apart with their bare hands, but that was just a figure of speech, referring to being able to fight mechas with their Zergified bodies without being at a disadvantage.

It didn’t mean literally tearing them apart like paper!

But Aix was tearing them apart like paper now.

He wasn’t even fully Zergified, only semi-Zergified, yet not a single mecha could last more than a second in his hands.

Over a thousand mechas fell as over two thousand “pieces of paper,” all torn in half.

The entire field was silent. Even the military reinforcements that arrived later were stunned.

They stared blankly at the semi-Zergified figure walking over countless mecha wreckage towards the Prince’s golden mecha.

Aix folded his wings, retracting his murderous aura and flames, and knelt on one knee before the Prince’s mecha.

“Your Highness, I’m late.”

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