MTL - Therapy Planet No. 13-v2 Chapter 100 new year

On the New Year's Day, the Tower of Babel, under the auspices of the High Priest Sartre, sent sincere blessings to the people of the whole universe.

The priests and clergymen in each district have carried out large-scale celebrations and relief activities in their own jurisdictions. Standing on the side of the federal government, the official colors of the two forces are pure white. There is an illusion of fusion.

When it comes to celebrations and rescues, human beings are innately in need of a sense of ritual.

The sense of ritual gives people a sense of solemnity and order. Even though there are so many entertainment activities now, the holidays are more or less different from usual. Instead, the fixed rules allow people to find more fun from the daily life of doing nothing, thus becoming more relaxed. joy.

"You didn't go out?"

On a hunting ground in Baiguang Continent, Marta was wearing a light brown hunting suit, her long chestnut hair was **** high, and she held a long-barreled gun in her hand without looking back. road.

The visitor wore a white top hat crookedly on his head, a white turtleneck sweater, light gray pants, and a jacket that was taken off on his arms, with a relaxed expression.

"I went, but I just slipped away. After all, I also need to play regularly here."

It was Ahan, the priest who introduced Marta to the Free Alliance.

Marta held her gun steady, and she narrowed her eyes and stared at a white snowy deer through the rearview mirror.

It is below zero all the year round, and there has just been a heavy snowfall. The snow that has not been swept away is enough to cover the knees of people. The pine needles are covered with white crystals. The moving animals have long adapted to such an environment. They are all white, which is a test of human eyesight.

"Isn't it about to start? Are you in time?"

The prosthetic eye began to automatically detect wind speed, temperature, and humidity, and soon transmitted the measured data directly to the mental network, without affecting the capture of sight at all.

Countless circular focus frames begin to move closer, butt, lock—

Raise your hand, tense, hold your breath.

boom.

A bullet instantly shot into Xuelu's body, hitting the center of his head, and the hot blood trickled out, revealing a dazzling red.

"Come and see you on the way." Ah Han approached one by one, his tone was calm, "The marksmanship is good, it seems that you have not regressed in your skills after leaving the army training."

"Are you mocking me or Armie?" Marta answered nonchalantly after staring at her results for a while.

Ahan shrugged: "I'm sorry if I offended you."

Marta put down the gun in her hand, handed it to Ah Han, raised her eyebrows: "Try it?"

"No, I don't know how to use a gun." Ahan took it, carefully and prudently, and refused, "I am a person who advocates love and peace."

Hearing this, Marta seemed to have heard some serious joke, and her eyes were full of jokes: "So the ambassador of love and peace is on the side of the radicals? Don't you find it ironic?"

Ahan sighed helplessly: "You and I have expected the split between Boyd and Lucas, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly, and so... fierce."

He lifted the gun and tentatively put it on his shoulder.

Unable to see, Marta reached out and tapped on several key parts such as the shoulder, elbow, and wrist: "How about you fire the rocket launcher? On the shoulder? The wrist should be strong, press against the chest, the elbow should not fall, and the whole body should be stretched into a straight line... "

Seeing that Ahan's posture was in place, Marta retracted her hand with satisfaction: "Don't go around the corner, you came to me, it must be the order of the archbishop, right? He... What did he want you to bring?"

As soon as these words were finished, a white long-billed bird flew past the two of them.

Ahan's muzzle suddenly turned, followed by the long beak moving quickly, too late to think, aiming-shooting-

thump.

There was the sound of heavy objects hitting the snow.

Ah Han was suddenly jolted back by the recoil of the gun, and he took a few steps backwards, almost falling to the ground.

He shook his numb arm and returned the shotgun to Marta, with a few more complaints: "I almost broke my bones."

Marta raised her eyebrows and said, "You lack exercise, I don't know how you do things around Boyd."

Ahan snorted coldly and covered it up: "You can't feel the pain when you remodel your prosthetic limbs like you do!"

Marta's breath stagnated, and the corners of her mouth rose quickly, revealing a big smile: "What did you say? I can't hear you clearly."

Ah Han could clearly hear the sound of the shotgun being loaded again.

click.

It was as if the heart could be pierced in the next second.

Since Marta was transformed by "punishment", her temperament has changed a lot.

When he was adapting to the new body on the hospital bed, he had the same character as recorded in the documents. He was taciturn and cold-spoken. Except for the difference in beliefs, he was exactly the same as all the soldiers from Almi!

But as time went on, Marta would occasionally show some emotion in his presence, and even suddenly get cranky—especially when it came to body modification.

If it weren't for the fact that Marta's rebirth and transformation were all completed by his own eyes, Ahan would really suspect that other priests in the church had directly changed Marta's mind!

Ahan, who felt that he had touched the mold, naturally showed a dazed expression, quite like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water: "Huh? What did you hear? I didn't say anything."

"The marksmanship is good." Marta put the hunting gun on the ground for support, her chin slightly retracted.

Perhaps because of habit, she has always been generous in giving real-time and pertinent feedback on the learning outcomes of "subordinates" or "recruits".

Ahan took off the top hat on top of his head, revealing short curly white hair like the snow. To be precise, all the hair on his body was white.

It is like a piece of ice brick carefully crafted by artisans, delicate and luxurious.

Ahan walked slowly to the front and picked up the long-billed bird he had hunted down. The dark red blood fell drop by drop into the snow, creating small holes, the same color as the red in the depths of his pupils.

If Angel's pupils are more brown-red, then Ah Han's eyes are pure bright red.

In the past, this kind of performance was the standard posture of albino patients, but now, there are all kinds of strange changes, which do not affect the specific functions of the human body. It is not surprising to everyone.

It's just that pure white like this is still rare.

Ahan remembers that when he was a child, when his parents, who were artists, brought him as a guest to those friends, he was often ridiculed like this: Your parents must have splashed a layer of white paint on your genetic arrangement.

"Follow Lucas."

Ahan recited in a hurry: "Find out how he communicates with Joshua, and if you can, chips."

Marta smiled sarcastically: "The one who can't shoot went to the radical group, and the one who came out of Armi went to the peace group, don't you think it's a bit ironic?"

"That's what the Archbishop meant."

Marta nodded, "um", and looked away from Ah Han.

The air was suddenly silent.

The winter breeze gently brushed past my ears, with the furry warmth of the two suns overhead.

The two were deadlocked on the spot for a long time, and Ah Han finally spoke first: "If you have something to say, you'd better hurry up."

He looked at the time: "I have to rush back to return Boyd."

Marta walked forward without saying a word, Ahan stopped in place and watched Marta step into the snow from the flat ground, but the speed did not change at all, and quickly dragged the snow deer that had been hunted before to Ahan.

Xuelu's corpse smashed a small hole on the ground, neither deep nor shallow.

"...I heard that the captured paladin came back by himself."

Marta stared into the eyes of the dead deer without saying a word, and suddenly asked a question without warning.

"Paladin?" Alham paused for a moment, then quickly reacted, "Oh, are you talking about the group that went to the hyperspace port to execute the secret order?"

He thought about it and said, "I remember the kid's name is George, right?"

Marta replied, "I don't know his name."

"Oh, he just ran back to Miss Mei Le's jurisdiction, you know - my current position is Miss Mei Le's generous help, so I know a little more news."

Ahan winked playfully: "I heard that the kid was tortured into a human form when he came back. In order to prevent him from being defiled, the Archbishop personally did a second baptism for him."

Marta visibly flinched when she heard the second baptism.

When ordinary Babel believers convert to religion, the priests of each parish will personally preside over the baptism.

Such moves tend to be gentle, form over content.

Even if you want to come back after a period of non-belief in the middle, the priest will generously extend his friendly hands. For everyone who joins the religion, it doesn’t matter how many times, as long as you choose to join, it is a sign of soul evolution.

This is quite a bit like the old earth ancient oriental proverb "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot".

But for true religious insiders, a second baptism is not an honorable and lighthearted affair.

Those who receive the second baptism are either people like George who have been out of touch with religion for a period of time and need to re-examine his loyalty; or people who have fallen like Marta, under the mercy of Archbishop Sutter, Renewed the homage to the Lord of Babel.

Such baptisms are often accompanied by physical trials and spiritual pressures.

There are not a few people who have not passed the second baptism and died directly in the temple.

All in all, it's not such an easy memory, even for Marta.

"..." Her voice trembled, "Passed?"

"Passed."

Inhale, exhale.

Marta mustered a lot of courage before asking, seemingly unintentionally, "The mission is complete?"

Ahan said, "No, it failed."

"He said that the mission target didn't realize what he had obtained, just because he came out of Almi, whether it was escaping and anti-tracking, offensive ability, and interrogation methods were excellent."

Ahan told all the news he had heard: "Just picked him right away, and they wanted to kill him after nothing was tortured from George, but they were chased by another wave of people, and the place where George was imprisoned was killed. The overnight bombing was a sure-fire situation, but who would have thought that George would survive."

"Another wave of people chasing?" Marta frowned.

"It's the companion with the target, the red eye."

Marta suddenly said: "Deaththorn Angel."

Thinking about it, the missing person who doesn't stay is doing the act of hiring and killing people. According to normal logic, it is easy to take over the enemy's family.

Besides, according to the wicked nature of Death Thorn, he did something that everyone in the world would like to know. Even if the previous enemy didn't come to his door, it would inevitably cause new troubles.

George escaped because of this, and it was quite reasonable.

"And they are not alone in the local area. Someone on the spot did see the intervention of an unknown force on the other side... But it is not sure whether it is an enemy or a friend. After all, someone saw your little lover drawing a gun to a third party at that time. "

Marta glanced coldly when Ah Han said "little lover" and moved her lips. She wanted to say something, but she finally held back.

A rare Marta's reaction, not surprised, he smiled at Marta, those bloodthirsty red eyes stared straight at Marta, as if it could directly hit the heart.

"You actually know his mission," he said.

"The seed of Silois is on your old lover... No, it's on your current lover. You must be very happy that she escaped safely?"

Marta didn't look back, the dead deer's eyes reflected her expressionless expression: "Are you doubting the results of Archbishop Sartre's second baptism?"

Ahan obviously did not expect that he would be turned against by Marta. He smiled gently: "How could it be?"

"Then you'd better not make such a joke."

Marta bent over, held the dead deer upside down in her hands, and said indifferently, "If you can..."

With her other hand, she pulled a short dagger from her waist, and the tip of the dagger slammed into Xuelu's eyes, and her shadow reflected in the clear pupils instantly shattered.

"I wish I could kill her with my own hands."

Ahan said indifferently: "If you want, as your responsible person, I may be able to say a few good words for you in front of the archbishop."

Marta didn't answer directly. She handed the deer with the dagger to Ah Han and invited her kindly: "The meat of this snow deer is very good. I'm going to make roast venison for dinner. Do you want to join me after voting?"

"Then this is also handed to you."

Ahan stuck the long-billed bird on the crooked horns of the dead deer, without any psychological burden, he clapped the snow particles on his hands, put on his gloves slowly, and turned to leave: "I'm looking forward to your craftsmanship, see you tonight."

"see you tonight."

Marta nodded lightly, watching Ahan's back gradually recede and become smaller, until it disappeared on the edge of the vast white screen.

Ahan's proposal before resounded in his mind again:

"If you insist..."

She glanced at the dead deer's eyes again, and after being destroyed by the tip of the knife, the brilliance inside disappeared completely, twisting Marta's reflection into a mutilated monster.

At that moment, Marta saw the shadow of her after her fall and before her new life.

***

Angel indeed gave Louie an unforgettable, chic New Year as she promised.

The intemperance it manifests completely blurs the boundaries between day and night.

Lu Yi woke up from the bed and found that Angel was wrapped around him like a snake, with one hand across his waist, and his feet entangled with Lu Yi's legs restlessly. breath.

She calmly looked at Angel's defenseless profile, and her brain started working at high speed from the moment she woke up.

Louie dullly felt that this should not be the case.

too fast.

Everything is moving too fast.

The process and steps of free love written in the textbook seem to no longer exist. Just like the appearance of No. 13, Angel completely broke her cognition of the world.

They even skipped the process of getting to know each other and started directly from the last step.

Lu Yi had to admit that her emotions hadn't sunk yet, but her body had already gotten used to enjoying this kind of inexplicable pleasure.

The thin sunlight poured in from outside the window, and Lu Yi recalled the madness of these consecutive days in hindsight.

Lu Yi narrowed his eyes and suddenly remembered that last night on the night of New Year's Eve, Angel rented a civilian starship in advance, stretched it into the air in the evening, and then jumped the starship mode to the one-sided transparent mode.

That is to say, the inside cannot be seen from the outside, but when people are inside, they can see the outside of the ship in all directions without any blind spots.

It's like being in the universe.

Angel didn't even know where he got rose petals and champagne red wine, filling the bedroom of the two of them.

In the quiet night, the darkness descended heavily, Angel stared at the time, took a sip of champagne a second before the New Year, his cheeks and eyes were tender red.

bang.

A dense meteor shower and a feast of fireworks come at the same time.

It was the largest annual meteor shower celebration hosted by the government in the entire universe.

At the moment of New Year's Eve, countless fine meteorite fragments rubbed the atmosphere and burned to the ground, drawing red or silver arcs, and together with the fireworks in the planet, they illuminated the entire starry sky.

There is light falling from the universe.

Angel was half-clad in a silk nightgown, and the belt had long been pushed and half-slid over his shoulders, and his pale skin was imprinted with magnificent pink in the flash of the meteor shower.

She tiptoed to kiss Lu Yi's lips earnestly, the mellow taste of wine suddenly exploded in her mouth.

"Happy New Year, Louie."

"I love you."

The voice was overwhelmed by rapid breathing.

Lu Yi's eyes darkened, and he quickly hugged Anger's neck. The red wine that was open on the windowsill was also held in her hand, and the bottle was turned around. The precious red wine that countless people wanted was dripping wet. pajamas.

The liquor slid across his lips, swept across his neck, slid across the country, and soaked into his clothes.

White cropped shirts and lace-trimmed nightdresses were soaked in red wine, clinging to their smooth, delicate skin.

The useless wine bottle slipped to the ground at some point, and just landed on the outside of the carpet, making a crackling sound.

Like the nerves in the brain, it suddenly collapsed.

When Lui's kiss landed on Angel's chest along the wine stain, she clearly heard a wicked laugh from the little madman:

"Louis..."

The tone is one-point drunk, two-point playful, and seven-point desire.

"It turns out that you are more crazy than me."

Lu Yi took a small bite, the extreme stimulation made Angel scream immediately.

When the desire was the strongest, Lu Yi deliberately stopped, and even opened a little distance.

Angel opened his eyes in a daze and saw Lu Yi was putting himself on his lap, looking at her without blinking.

Angel felt a little breathless, the meteor was above his head, the starry sky was all around, and the fireworks were under his feet.

Lu Yi stared at her intently, with thousands of sparks in his dark eyes.

The heat of the flames exploded in the vast vast space, hundreds of millions of stars cast light like sacrifices, and the strong smell of wine seemed to fascinate the entire galaxy.

She felt a little drunk, and after a long time, she hummed "um" softly from her throat.

"Happy New Year."

"Angel."

Then ride the wind and waves and move forward.

From mid-air to the ground, from the bathroom to the bed, as long as there is a place where people can stand, the two of them can attack the scene anytime, anywhere.

The curtains are drawn, the curtains are not drawn, the lights are turned on, the lights are turned off, the screaming, and the silent.

Lu Yi clutched her heart and did it so many times, the only thing she remembered the most was the first time.

I love you.

Puff-puff-puff.

She repeated these three words in her mind over and over again, feeling a little incredible.

Angel had told her so many times of unrelated love, but this time, every time he thought about it, his heartbeat would speed up involuntarily.

Puff, puff, puff.

When the stars twinkle, the entire universe resonates.

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