"Huh, it's finally over..."
Seeing Welt successfully rescue Stelle, Ilu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Just as she was about to cancel the transformation, she found that her right arm seemed to have lost consciousness. She couldn't lift it no matter how she called.
This is...
Realizing what might have happened, Ilu did not hesitate to open the mecha's endoscopic view to look at her right arm. Some blue lines appeared on her originally fair and delicate skin, which seemed to be a manifestation of excessive overdraft of power.
Sure enough, the power she had just used was fundamentally derived from the Path she was walking, not from the Snow Fyrefly Armor.
Could it be Remembrance?
Or Nihility, or another path?
Ilu didn't know what kind of Path she had stepped into because she didn't have any obvious other Path tendencies, nor did she have any particularly strong desires.
Since she didn't step into a Path actively, she must have stepped into it passively...
Could it be that when she was wandering in outer space before, a passing Aeon accidentally glanced at me?
"Huh?"
At this moment, Ilu suddenly found that her right arm was be able to move, as if something invisible and intangible was constantly replenishing her body to fill the gap, and the dark blue lines spreading on her arm also faded.
Strange, she didn't do anything.
Could it be that the mysterious Aeon glanced at me again?
After thinking about it carefully, Ilu still felt that this possibility was almost non-existent; perhaps it was just because the power of Paths could recover automatically.
After all, Aeons rarely glance at mortals. It is a miracle for mortals to be lucky enough to be looked at by them. If they can be looked at twice, the head of the market development department who sells interstellar lottery tickets in the future will probably not dare to let her in for fear that she will bankrupt the "IPC."
Anyway, it's good that nothing happened...
"Disarm."
Thinking of this, Ilu took the initiative to disarm and changed from the iron cavalry form covered in frost back to the petite and delicate silver-haired girl she was before.
On the other side, after confirming with Himeko and others that Stelle was not in danger of life, Welt came to Ilu and paid her a special visit to express his concern.
"Miss Ilu, are you okay?"
"Well, the outer armor of the body was slightly damaged, and it will be fine after a period of rest."
Ilu smiled and waved her hand, indicating that she was fine.
Because the Glamoth Empire took into account the battlefield environment near a super star when designing the Snow Fyrefly Armor, it has achieved the ultimate in radiation resistance and heat insulation performance and will not let it self-ignite easily.
Although the antimatter ray released by the Doomsday Beast is powerful, it only destroyed part of the outer armor of the Snow Fyrefly and did not hurt her body.
"I'm a little ashamed to say that I encountered an antimatter legion coming on the way here. I had to spend some time dealing with them."
Welt looked into the girl's eyes which were as beautiful as fireflies and spoke in a serious tone, "If you weren't here, March 7th and Stelle would probably be in danger. I sincerely thank you on their behalf. If you need anything, please tell me before the Express leaves the space station."
At this point, the man took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of decision in his heart, and continued, "In addition, I also have a personal request. I don't know if you would be willing to agree."
"Of course."
Ilu nodded gently.
She rarely Welt Yang take the initiative to ask others in the game before. Since Uncle Yang was willing to speak, she naturally had no reason to refuse.
"That is... can you let me see how you transform? That silver mecha... well, actually, I don't want to just see it; I'm planning to make an animation about mecha, and I'm just lacking inspiration in this aspect."
Welt's tone was a little awkward and reserved, as if he had returned to his youth.
"Uh, Mr. Yang..."
"What's wrong?"
"Didn't Himeko and the others tell you that after my physical examination is done, I also plan to get in the Express and go with you? We will be companions in the future."
"..."
Hearing this, Welt fell into silence. The two of them just stared at each other. The atmosphere became extremely awkward, and even the crows had to caw twice.
After a few seconds, he raised his glasses and turned his head to look at the Express crew who were helping Stelle. His tone returned to its previous mature and steady state.
"Well, this is a good thing. It seems that we will have a long time to get along in the future, so there is no need to rush."
"The people from the space station will come to clean up the mess soon. This is not a suitable place to talk. Let's go back with March 7th and the others."
"Well."
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At the same time, in the real world.
"Oh no, my wife doesn't seem to know how to save me. What should I do!"
Seeing that even the most reliable Ilu couldn't stop the Stellaron that was about to go berserk, Jiahun's heart couldn't help but tighten. She clicked the mouse nervously, trying to get the power to deny the game from outside the game.
Although they knew that the protagonist would not die, many viewers in the livestream room were also immersed in the game plot with her because the tense atmosphere created by the cutscenes was too good.
They were anxious with Ilu, who was completely at a loss on the screen, and the barrage in the livestream room became frantic:
[If I die, won't my wife be a widow?]
[Don't do that kind of thing!]
[Woo woo woo! Wife, please fly away quickly. Don't worry about me; I'm afraid I'll accidentally hit you when I die.]
[Don't worry, if the protagonist dies, Ilu will accompany us to die together, and no one present will survive.]
Just when the fluctuations of the Stellaron became stronger and more intense, with a danger of explosion at any time, a familiar figure appeared on the screen.
"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Ilu. Leave the rest to me."
"Wow! I didn't expect Uncle Yang to come to the rescue!"
When she saw the person arriving, Jiahun's eyes lit up, but she was soon stunned.
"Huh? Wait a minute, why did he raise his cane?"
"Bang!"
As Welt's dark red cane hit the gray-haired girl's head, the most serious crisis currently facing the Express group was also declared over at that moment.
It seemed that everything had been restored to good, and it didn't cost much.
[Gently wake up the sleeping Jiahun~]
[Young people have good sleep quality and fall asleep as soon as they lie down.]
[Fortunately, it was Uncle Yang who knocked me. If it was Ilu, I really couldn't get up from sleep.]
After glancing at the comment section in the livestream room, Jiahun ignored the netizens' booing. She continued to look at the screen in front of her, waiting for the awakening of the Trailblazer.
"Are you awake?"
As the screen lit up again, Trailblazer slowly opened her eyes. Jiahun suddenly heard a familiar voice. As the camera slowly lifted, a pair of eyes as beautiful as fireflies came into view.
At this moment, she was lying in the other's arms, staring straight into Ilu's eyes.
"Ah! You...she, she, she is holding me..."
Outside the screen, Jiahun's face had turned as red as an apple that was about to ripen, and her language module was overloaded; she couldn't even organize a complete sentence.
[If I'm not mistaken, Jiahun is red.]
[Damn it, who wouldn't be red? I'd be red too.]
[Fuck, why was it Dan Heng who woke me up? I also want Ilu's wake-up service!]
[Jiahun a lesbian?]
[Jiahun: It's broken, it's coming for me.]
[Ah, it's her occupational disease again.]
"Ahhh!!!"
Realizing that her embarrassment seemed to be seen by everyone in the livestream room, Jiahun screamed like a groundhog. She picked up the pillow beside her and buried her face in it, looking furious and mad after being exposed.
"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"