In the center of the fusiform structure in the outer harbor of the gate city, there is an additional structure that looks like a planetary halo. It was a docking port made of many different types of alloys and air systems.
Although short-distance small aircraft can land directly on the ground, transport ships shuttled from the Star Gate are often unable to land directly due to size or structural problems. They must first transit through the berthing port before transporting the cargo into the Gate City.
As a symbol of fairness, this circle of berths is precisely cut in the middle of the belly of the gate city, demarcating the two ends of the inner harbor impartially. Because he knew this, when Milo crossed the anchorage port, he immediately knew that the inner harbor under his feet already belonged to Yueluduan.
There was a bright light on the rooftop in the distance. It was clearly an environment of eternal night, but from his perspective, it looked as if the sun was rising.
"Wow, I caught you too fast."
He stuck out his tongue and then opened the shaft of the axle truck tower. No need for additional transportation, he just jumped directly into the deep lane.
The rapid fall reminded him of something from the past.
Although the situation was very dangerous, he actually didn't feel particularly anxious. He thought about how to take the escape route the moment Observer Zero Three released the threshold limit.
Therefore, his state of mind at this moment can be described as "boring". It is uncomfortable to idle, so he must think of something to pass the time.
Then he remembered his name.
Of course, "Miluo" is not the name given at birth. Before completing the training, all trainees - or experimental subjects - only have a very monotonous name, which is basically the same as the number.
He had forgotten the old name. No need to remember.
Then, regarding the new name, although there are various factors involved, the initial inspiration must be "that moment".
"——Then become a god."
So said the young man I met by chance in the wilderness.
Frankly speaking, Milo was not that eager for a way to remove the effects of psychic surgery. To say why, this is also one of the effects of surgery.
His thinking structure is different from that of ordinary people, and cannot be detected and affected by magic control spells. The investigation parts that point to "intentions" will slide down the straight pipe in vain.
"Machines" are not supposed to have intentions, just carry out instructions.
However, how should I put it, he still admired the other party a little.
A commoner young man who doesn't even have the money to go to a magic school, looks like a gentle and intelligent mage from the outside, but in the end he says "want to be a god" with a serious excess of self-awareness, which shows that this person has a natural personality. defective ones.
But it's really interesting. This is the key.
The experimental body designed to confront the Magic Network Mage is indeed the result of the painstaking efforts of the psychics, but they only forgot to help him deal with a very critical circuit, that is, the "boredom" caused by repeated experiences. ".
So the precious mechanical bird, which can neither survive nor resent, actually ran away with the family's property because of "boredom". Thinking about it, this is a major mistake that would make the tower mages laugh to death.
Then there's the fun of sponsoring a weirdo who wants to be a god to go to magic school. For him, the other party's unwarranted arrogance was the point of laughter.
But unfortunately, Mage Tower obviously doesn't think this is funny. They ended up shutting out young people, and those who wanted to become gods had to join the army as battle mages. He swore an oath of allegiance to the Holy Emblem and Haori, but privately he colluded with the escaped psykers to steal and defraud. No matter how you think about it, it is a sad life that is far away from "God".
——But looking back now, it seemed like some kind of "fate" that favored the young mage, and actually led him to the only hope.
He fell through the shaft drive into the inner harbor.
Gravity flipped over in an instant. Milo fell over and rushed to the nearest red phone booth. At this time, a sharp wind sound like a dragon's roar came from the axle shaft.
But it doesn't matter anymore. The most dangerous part of the journey has passed. With the help of the space gate on the Yuulu end, it is much easier for him to distance himself than on the rational end.
With this thought, he rushed towards the phone booth, but a black light went faster than him, tearing the entire phone booth into pieces.
"Wow, you...do you think you don't have to pay anyway?"
Milo turned around and fled to the other side. Because it is a physical magic weapon, he can indeed control the "Long Dao" a little, but it can only last for a moment at most. As the master of the young man in red, his "spiritual thoughts" driving the magic weapon still cannot be connected with the concept of "pain".
There was no time to find the phone booth, so he had to rush into a leather shoe shop.
"Borrow it, borrow it!"
He kicked the shoe elf out of the way. Although I'm a little embarrassed, it doesn't matter. After all, my opponents are a group of extremely unqualified people who steal people's property, raise people's ashes, and bite little girls' fingers. In comparison, he shines brightly.
He jumped out of the window. Normally, this kind of cross-border movement without going through the gate would fall directly into the Sea of Chaos, but for him who has half of the power of the gate city, breaking the rules a little is nothing at all.
Facing the beautiful sunset on Essen Island, he went straight to the Anxieqiu Hotel on the other side of the island. The shoe elf's scream came from the shop behind him.
Milo turned his head and as expected saw green smoke billowing out of the shop's chimney.
——You can’t get rid of your opponents just by relying on the privilege of goal.
Among the many tools raised by "Lotus Pond", his overall ability is barely second-rate. The reason why he was designated to be awakened by the observer was simply because of his special connection with Mencheng and his specialization in killing magic network mages.
Probably knowing this, the city lord, who is a former magic network mage, did not even show his head. Instead, he assigned an ancient law who restrained him to hunt him down. Of course, he would also consider the issue of authority.
The "pass" the other party got must be the golden nightingale.
Frankly speaking, that is what Milo himself needs.
Although he is required to resist until he is brain dead, "killing the opponent" is also the termination condition of the instruction. Observer Zero Three puts that condition first, which means "it can be realized with probability".
To turn the theoretical impossibility into possibility, the prerequisite he needs is probably the golden nightingale. For this reason, he is constantly wearing down his opponent's patience and guiding them to adopt "that method".
He broke the window of the Anshe Hill Hotel and slipped back to the yellow brick road through the main entrance of the hotel. Another red phone booth was within reach, and he finally got in before his opponent vandalized public property.
After rushing out from the side door of the pavilion, the terminal is right in front of you. At the end of a dozen marble stairs, the red curtain of the old theater was swaying slightly.
He flew behind the curtain. A demon doll wearing white gloves and a black suit stared at him coldly, with an expression somewhat like its master. Milo couldn't help but laugh loudly, then twisted its head off and got deeper into the theater.
"Hey, Eden, stop being autistic! Come out and watch the fireworks! Your backyard is going to be blown up!"
Milo happily jumped on the stage and kicked the puppeteer who rushed towards him. Of course, the theater was empty, and he continued to destroy the puppet golems without a care in the world.
"...Are you done going crazy?"
The young man's cold voice came from the table.
He looked from the front of the stage and saw a shadow in red walking from behind the auditorium. The young man stepped on the border of the light and shadow, staring at him indifferently.
Milo thought for a while.
"Actually, I think it's still a bit unsatisfactory... Why don't we do it again?"
He smiled and grabbed a puppet head and hit it like a ball: "After all, you can't really kill me, can you? What are you going to do with me? Even if all my limbs are broken, I can still do it. Use your mind to continue running away with your friend's hand. It seems like you can't cure me at all."
"We really can't let you escape anymore." The young man said coldly, "If you go out, you will harm other people, so you should stay here."
The golden nightingale on his shoulder raised its neck and sang, and the dark curtain behind the stage suddenly lit up. Milo turned around and saw a sunny midsummer garden painted on the curtain.
He smiled knowingly.
The burning red clothes rushed towards him. So he opened his arms, leaned forward, and fell into the beautiful garden painting together with the other person.
