Chapter 10 The Legion Is Coming?
Chapter 10 The Legion is coming? (This chapter is free)
Although a very vicious school shooting occurred in the morning, I was surprised that the school did not suspend classes because of this, and all teaching activities continued as usual. This really makes me find it extremely puzzling. Could it be that someone just wanted to develop the plot? You can completely ignore logic...ahem, slip of the tongue...
In sharp contrast to us, the Canglan Private High School across the street, where the shooting occurred, was quickly cordoned off, and the students inside were moved to a safe location in time. Unlike our school, where nothing seemed to have happened. It's like heaven and earth compared to each other.
The courses in the third year of high school are quite boring. You have to cram all kinds of things into your brain that seem to you to have nothing to do with your own world throughout the year, just to write them down on a stack of paper every July and then write them down. Forget about those things for the next four years.
The person who teaches us English is a very kind old lady. It is said that she used to teach Chinese to foreigners in a private school in the UK. This led to our lovely teacher having a very unique habit: she always speaks in Chinese quickly every time she comes to class. Duan's English, and then when he translated it for us in Chinese, he slowed down the speed very slowly, and made every word with accents pronounced, for fear that we wouldn't understand.
All in all, this is a very frustrating thing.
I squinted my eyes slightly, trying to distinguish the parts that I could understand from the authentic London accents around me and splice them into understandable sentences (this is really a very challenging thing, I guess it is no less difficult) In the process of analyzing the ancient Egyptian pharaoh's breakfast recipe based on half a stone tablet), a small paper ball suddenly jumped out from the side and hit me accurately on the head.
I took the paper ball and quickly calculated the elevation velocity of the direction in which the paper ball was flying and the wind speed and local acceleration at that time...Okay, let's open the paper ball and take a look.
A line of highly encrypted, suspected alien text appeared in front of me: "Ajun, how is your sister?"
This kind of Chinese handwriting that looks like Van Gogh wrote it with his left hand after drinking two pounds of Erguotou was undoubtedly written by Qian Qian. Only a few people in the world, including me, can write this bad handwriting in a short time. This also means that every time Qian Qian and I pass notes around in exams, we don’t have to worry about being picked up by others and making it easier for outsiders - in a sense, Qian Qian’s words and the code book are the same. Functional.
"She is very good. Her classmates and teachers seem to take good care of her. I don't think anyone would bully a blind girl cruelly, right?" I wrote in a handwriting that is no less difficult to read than shallow handwriting.
"That's not necessarily the case. You have to take good care of your sister. She is very pitiful. I can't forgive you if you let her be bullied!"
...I never expected that Pandora's cute appearance and the unfortunate childhood I made up for her would have such a powerful destructive power, so that the big-headed and carefree Qian Qian would completely become her hardcore lover in such a short period of time. protector……
Bullying Pandora? I thought about the horror of Pandora's fighting posture that morning, and then the corners of my mouth twitched.
How many heavily armed regular troops are needed to bully that strategic level war machine?
Just when I was still imagining the majestic appearance of Pandora in battle with an anti-phase cannon and a psionic siege cannon fighting against the United Human Legion, a strange feeling suddenly came from the depths of my spirit. This feeling... Could it be Is Pandora contacting me?
No, not Pandora. According to Pandora, as my chief assistant officer, she and I have a method of contact called an unrestricted contact channel, so if she has any situation, she can directly have a spiritual dialogue with me, but now This fluctuation in the depths of my spirit seemed to be a request for connection—Pandora had no use for this.
Although I don’t know who the other party is, it is certain that it is related to the Xiling Empire.
I lowered my head and looked like I was reading a book seriously to hide the surprise that might appear for a while, and then agreed to the connection.
"This is World Arbitration Unit No. 2, Gaia, requesting direct communication rights with the Emperor." A message indicating my identity appeared in my mind.
Gaia? I was stunned for a moment, and then I immediately realized that the other person was the translucent projection I had seen in my dream.
In fact, I have always had a lot of doubts about the dream that day. For example, why was there only one air fortress in the sky at that time, and where did the other two go? Why is it almost touching the ground? What is the so-called world arbitration organ? More importantly, is the female projection called Gaia the consciousness of the huge fortress in the sky?
Although there are so many doubts, it is a pity that due to the intermittent connection with the Xiling mother star, it is impossible for those remaining signal fragments after a long journey in the timeless space tunnel to transmit the information of that world again. The scene was synchronously reflected in my dream, just like an online game being stuck due to slow Internet speed. The world in my dream has always maintained the last scene I saw that night, and the connection with the Xiling mother planet is almost complete. Interruption, even Pandora can only get some very vague signals.
When he asked Pandora, the other party said that he did not have enough authority and did not have the right to call any information about the world's arbitration organization.
What does this artificial intelligence from Xiling's home planet want to do with me now?
Out of curiosity, I agreed to the other party's request to talk to me directly. At the same time, I felt that the spiritual connection from another frequency band was also coming through.
This is Pandora's spiritual signal. Due to the distance, the signal from Gaia is severely distorted. Without Pandora's information correction, I'm afraid I won't be able to understand this information any better than I can understand the orthodox London accent of the old English lady. Simple.
Although it is a signal transmission that is said to have no time difference, after all, the absolute spatial distance is there, and it has been corrected and filtered by Pandora. Gaia's voice came after several seconds, and it was very calm and characteristic of Xiling. The tone and content shocked me directly.
"The First Legion of the Imperial Expeditionary Force has entered the space jump 1 hour ago your local time and is expected to arrive at your planet in 12 hours. Please be prepared to receive it."
What? What did you say? Wait, fairy sister, did you do something wrong?
But the series of questions I sent went unanswered, and the spiritual connection was broken.
It seemed that this connection was also an unstable one that was forcibly established. The connection failed after only ten seconds, leaving me alone here with my head as big as a bucket.
Imperial Expeditionary Force?
What exactly are you planning on going on an expedition?
"Hey, Pandora, did you hear that? It's about the Imperial Expeditionary Force."
"Yes."
"Do you know what's going on? Why did such an army suddenly appear?"
"To put it simply, it is my direct unit, the Heavy Pandora Legion."
Pandora replied in a calm tone. Although we were only connected on a spiritual level, I can still easily imagine Pandora's calm and matter-of-fact expression when she answered this question.
Perhaps to her, sending an army wherever it is is simply a trivial matter, right?
But to me, this is quite a big deal!
For just a moment, I seemed to see my peaceful life quickly leaving me...