BVAHEDLA[W Chapter 75

“Too slow, again.”

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Two enormous figures clashed in a pure white space. One of them, after a brief pause, charged forward with even greater ferocity.

“Remember what I told you?” Arnold’s voice was stern and calm, a cold glint flashing in his red eyes. “Don’t expose your weaknesses.”

Inside the simulation system, Amoris’s fingers trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and maneuvered his mech to quickly create distance.

“If I were your enemy, that attack just now would have been enough to damage your mech by 30%.”

Arnold’s voice came from the cockpit, tinged with a slight electronic buzz, a clear indication it was the communication channel.

Fine sweat lightly dampened Amoris’s forehead, turning his usually light-golden hair a darker shade, clinging in damp strands. More sweat trickled down his jawline, following the slender curve of his neck to his collar, before disappearing beneath his casual shirt, onto his fair and delicate chest.

Amoris panted softly, a drop of sweat falling precisely into his clear blue eyes, making them appear even brighter.

He lowered his head slightly, his thick, long lashes glistening, fluttering like butterfly wings, casting a fan-shaped shadow.

After a long moment, he recovered his breathing, casually raking his hand through his hair, sweeping all the sweat-soaked strands back to reveal a full, smooth forehead. He then looked forward again through the large glass screen. His eyes, previously tired, now shone with renewed vigor.

Indeed, he had been piloting the mech for two hours already, and anyone would be panting and exhausted after such a long time, especially against an opponent like Arnold.

However, more than fatigue, Amoris felt excitement.

Every second of the past two hours, Amoris had felt his strength growing.

Arnold was a man of his word. He did what he said he would. Since agreeing to personally coach Amoris that night, he had made time every day to give Amoris special attention.

Compared to the students at the Empire’s First Academy, Arnold’s strength was clearly several times, even tens of times, greater.

At first, Amoris was almost completely defenseless against Arnold. If it weren’t for the keen intuition he had developed during his years of running and hiding, he might not have lasted even half an hour.

One reason was that Arnold’s operating skills were simply too superb. Whether it was reaction time, speed, or control of power, everything was perfect. Amoris, on the other hand, had only been in contact with mechs for a few days. Even if he had great talent, he was still a novice and was completely outmatched by Arnold.

Another reason was the two men’s completely different combat styles.

Rather than direct combat, Amoris was better at planning step by step. He was like a fox, hiding in the shadows, only slightly revealing his fluffy tail to lure the enemy step by step into his carefully laid trap. Then, before the enemy could react, he would find their weakness and deliver a fatal blow.

Arnold, however, was a true warrior. Whether attacking or defending, he was flawless. Compared to Amoris’s gambler’s mentality of exchanging injury for injury, he preferred to be steady and methodical. But that didn’t mean his attacks were conventional. On the contrary, every collision of blades contained a decisive and ruthless edge that made Amoris tremble and become increasingly interested in Arnold.

After a short break, the battle became even more intense.

Compared to the previous few days, Amoris could clearly feel that his strength had improved by several levels. If he were to fight Cale and Mark again now, he could easily defeat both of them alone, without Kastor’s help, and ensure the mech’s damage rate was below 25%.

Amoris raised his eyes, his fingers flying across the control panel, his gaze locked on Arnold. He pulled the thruster and controlled the mech to raise its sword again and charge towards him.

Arnold remained remarkably calm, but the slight furrow in his brow revealed that Amoris’s attack was not an easy crisis to resolve.

He never underestimated his opponents, and naturally, he would not look down on Amoris.

The communication channel between the two remained open. They didn’t talk much, but the excellent sound system faithfully transmitted Amoris’s voice to Arnold, without reservation, including every breath, pant, and even the sound of sweat dripping.

Arnold could even imagine how the crystalline droplets trickled down Amoris’s fair skin, then were gradually absorbed by the fabric, creating a semi-transparent effect, clinging to the youth’s body and outlining his beautiful figure.

Thinking of this, Arnold inexplicably felt parched, and a strange and profound meaning welled up in his ruby-like eyes.

Facing Amoris, he was increasingly unable to control himself.

This shouldn’t be happening…

He closed his eyes tightly.

Darkness filled his vision.

Deprived of sight, his hearing became even more acute. The quiet cockpit was filled only with the occasional static from the communication channel, and…

The culprit that was making it difficult for him to control himself.

It was a throbbing from the depths of his soul. Arnold couldn’t explain this feeling, he only knew that the image of Amoris appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

The youth with light golden, slightly curly hair had unbuttoned his collar because of the heat. He sat lazily in the chair, his fair, slender fingers reaching forward.

And Arnold was like standing in another dimension, quietly observing the youth from an outsider’s perspective. He still seemed calm and composed, but no one knew that his heart had already been utterly defeated.

He wanted to break through that barrier and go to the youth.

To hold his outstretched hand and do something even more outrageous.

Amoris’s attack arrived in an instant. Arnold quickly regained his senses, pressed a few buttons, and controlled the mech to block Amoris’s attack with his sword.

One strike failed, but this time, Amoris didn’t immediately retreat. He seized the opportunity of Arnold’s defense, quickly withdrew his sword, and slashed across Arnold’s back.

The mech was damaged, and Arnold staggered involuntarily.

But Amoris’s face didn’t show any joy, he saw that something was wrong with Arnold.

“Arnold, are you throwing the fight?”

Hearing the youth’s question, Arnold couldn’t help but smile wryly. He looked up at the mech’s damage statistics and saw that the number was constantly jumping.

He stared at the number, watching it change bit by bit, finally stopping at 13%.

He had to admit that despite his distraction just now, Amoris’s talent in mech piloting was enviable. As the youth improved rapidly, Arnold had been silently witnessing it, and he could appreciate the speed of Amoris’s progress most of all.

Given time, Amoris might obtain the rank of Major General faster than him, and if it took even longer, even the rank of Marshal would surely belong to him.

Arnold tried to suppress the strangeness in his heart and said in a deep, muffled voice, “Sorry. I’m not feeling well, let’s stop here for today.”

Although Amoris was a little puzzled, he didn’t object.

He logged out of the simulation system and opened his eyes.

The lights in the room were a soft, warm yellow, and Amoris quickly adjusted. What came into view was a row of bookshelves, densely packed with all kinds of books.

This was Arnold’s study, converted from a bedroom, so the space was larger than a typical study.

Behind a desk made of an unidentifiable material was a chair made of an equally unidentifiable material, on which were neatly placed several documents, just like Arnold’s personality.

Opposite the desk were two simulation cockpits, similar to those in the school, but they looked much more expensive.

In fact, there was originally only one simulation cockpit here. Arnold had ordered another one overnight after agreeing to Amoris, and placed them together in the study.

With the addition of the Major General’s status, the new simulation cockpit rang the doorbell the next afternoon.

And the simulation combat system they used was basically the same as what Amoris had encountered at school, after all, they were both products of the military.

Amoris stretched his stiff shoulders, and as he was putting them down, he heard a voice from the side.

He saw that Arnold’s cheeks were slightly red and his eyes were bloodshot, with a few red veins faintly visible, making his originally blood-red eyes even brighter.

But it was clear that Arnold’s physical condition was not right.

Amoris stood up worriedly and reached out to touch Arnold’s forehead, wanting to check his temperature.

Unexpectedly, the outstretched hand was tightly grasped by a hot hand midway.

?

Amoris looked at the hand on his wrist with some confusion.

His body had been weak since childhood, so most of the time, his limbs were cold.

But at this moment, the hand holding his wrist was shockingly hot.

The two temperatures quickly intertwined, devouring each other, wanting to occupy and seize the other.

Arnold felt that everything was out of his control.

Seeing the youth’s outstretched hand, he had almost subconsciously grabbed it.

Feelings of joy and regret bloomed in his mind at the same time.

When he imagined letting the youth get closer to him, as the images in his mind appeared, his powerful willpower forcibly stopped the thought.

No… this shouldn’t be happening.

He was a female Zerg, and Amoris was a sub-male.

He was also Kastor’s guiding Zerg… he had no way to refuse this…

And could not resist.

Obedience to the male Zerg was a creed engraved in the bones of the female Zerg.

But why, for the first time, did he have the idea of ​​escaping, or even destroying everything?

This is not right… this is not right…

Arnold repeated in his heart.

But when he looked up, he saw Amoris’s worried expression.

The warm yellow light melted gently on Amoris, reflecting a warm halo on him, and even his light golden hair seemed to be shining.

The youth’s eyes were full of concern, and his clear blue eyes reflected his figure.

Arnold suddenly felt extremely guilty.

From his perspective, the youth’s jade-like fingers were right in front of him, the nails trimmed into a rounded arc, without a trace of dirt.

And that slightly cool temperature was even more fascinating to him.

He knew that only a moment would be enough.

Let this frosty temperature stick to his body, and all his anxiety and restlessness would disappear in an instant.

This was his antidote.

An addictive antidote, so—

This was also his poison.

Arnold felt like he was split in half, one side clamoring for him to follow his heart, while the other pulled him back to reality, making him sober.

Arnold stood up, he greedily longed for Amoris’s temperature, but in the next second, he suddenly let go. “Sorry, I’m not feeling well, I’ll go rest first.”

Amoris watched Arnold’s figure, which could be described as fleeing in panic, then lowered his eyes and stared blankly at the faint red mark on his wrist.

In the next moment, a smile bloomed on his lips.

Amoris seemed to have discovered something extremely interesting, even his eyes were curved, looking extremely happy.

“Arnold.”

He called Arnold’s name.

Arnold heard his voice, stopped, and turned around, but his body trembled even more.

Amoris slowly approached Arnold step by step.

He stopped in front of him, then raised his right hand and cupped Arnold’s cheeks.

“I wanted to ask just now.”

“Arnold, you seem to want it very much.”