The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 335 A Close Call (Part 1)
Cabin

The main power module was pierced through in one blow, and the transforming mech reached its limit. Both the mech and the pilot inside it completely lost their ability to move.

Inside the cabin, the various modules and components were emitting sharp noises and flashing frantically, reminding him of his current dangerous situation. As the mecha crashed into the cabin, he was tossed about from side to side.

Angel showed no desire to struggle, seemingly resigned to falling to his death along with the mech beneath him.

In those final moments, Angel, unusually, didn't think about anything; he simply looked through the only undamaged window at the enemy who had defeated him.

This is my very last moment. I've lost... I've failed in the end.

But it feels good too; it's an unexpectedly good ending. He thought it would be worse, but things are alright this way...

A soldier should have returned to the battlefield; though it was a little late, it was no less tragic.

However... I can't help but say that the younger generation is truly formidable. Between the aging wolf general and the youthful wolf king, the latter is definitely stronger.

Fortunately, his opponent was strong enough; otherwise, his fate would likely have been far less dignified. He also had to thank this junior for fulfilling his wish, even though the junior was unaware of it.

As for the rebels, filled with anxiety and willing to expose themselves to arrange for various groups to kill him, that was outside his considerations. Although Angel joined the rebels, it wasn't out of personal desire or ambition, nor did he share some unrealistic expectations of establishing a new order, much less any feelings or sense of belonging. Otherwise, he wouldn't have remained completely inactive in the decades since joining…

Ultimately, both sides are simply using each other to achieve their own goals.

However, the other party's methods were rather dirty, adding a lot of trouble to his final journey. So don't blame him for being unkind and leaving them a little "gift"—he could have chosen not to. But they had no sense of contractual obligation; even after they were married, they still insisted on causing trouble, preventing him from having a peaceful final "performance" for himself.

Sigh, never mind, there's no point in saying all this now, they've already found their way here.

Angel looked one last time at the mech opposite him, at the enemy sitting inside who he would probably never see again. Sunlight streamed through from above, illuminating the mech with a cold, metallic sheen, but Angel found it beautiful, so very beautiful… truly beautiful all along.

His life has been unlucky; he's never had a smooth path, always stumbling and never getting what he wanted. The only solace he's found along the way has probably come from those lifeless, mechanical mechs. His inability to bring them to the battlefield is a sign of his incompetence, and he wonders if his current situation qualifies as one?
He brought this outcome upon himself; he deserved it, but he also got what he asked for, and probably no one can understand it now.

As the daylight faded and the enormous silhouette receded further and further away from him, Angel's consciousness gradually blurred, and he finally closed his eyes slowly.

This was probably the most relaxed and peaceful moment of his life.

It's so quiet—

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This was a grand farewell ceremony, in which the mastermind subtly proclaimed to the world the final voice deep within his heart. However, for Jiang Hui and Clarence, who were still busy running around inside, this turmoil was far from over, and it also generated a new chain of storms.

If Jiang Hui could observe the entire situation from a third-party perspective, she would probably be compelled to remark, "Human joys and sorrows are not shared," because they truly are not shared—

For Angel, it was a long-planned release; for those who died here, it was an end they would never see; for the hundreds of families affected, it was an irreparable tragedy; and for Jiang Hui and Clarence, it was a disaster that nearly cost them their lives.

After finding a place to rest briefly, the two didn't dare to linger too long. Seeing that the chaotic battle seemed to be approaching again, they immediately set off in another direction.

In truth, the two of them didn't really have any methods or plans. Because in the face of such absolute disaster, so-called plans and intelligence were utterly useless. No matter how clever Jiang Hui and Clarence were in ordinary times, they were essentially just two ordinary teenagers.

They had exhausted all their strength just trying to avoid the deadly threats in this arena and save their own lives.

Running around like that on the field is quite dangerous, but staying in one place is equally dangerous. Even if you don't move, you could still be at risk of being hit by a stray bullet; the "incidents" they encountered a few times before are good examples of this.

The best way is naturally to get away from this source of danger and find an exit, but if they could really find an exit, why would they have waited until now?

Whether intentional or not, many of the exits had been deliberately destroyed. The first one was destroyed right in front of them, and the other two were clearly leveled to the ground from a distance. One exit was particularly horrific, surrounded by piles of victims, the ground covered in blood—a sight too painful to look at.

After failing to find three exits in a row, the two gave up on the idea of ​​making their own way out.

So the two of them could only suffer as one carried the person on his back and the other endured the pain, carefully "wandering around" in the arena.

Of course, they did encounter other people in the same situation during this time. After all, it couldn't be just the two of them who were so unlucky, as a number of people were forced to remain inside due to the destruction of the exit passage.

Like Jiang Hui and his companion, they too were constantly on the run, hiding and fleeing, fearing they would become cannon fodder in the conflict. In this war zone where cold and hot weapons were interchangeable, these unarmed men were utterly powerless to fight.

Therefore, even if the suffering people met on the road, they could only cast a silent glance at each other before turning away and fleeing for their lives.

Clarence's condition was also deteriorating. Although he said nothing and continued to fulfill his duty of vigilance, how could Jiang Hui, who was always carrying the other's back, not sense his companion's increasingly faint breath?

This cannot continue, especially for Clarence. His opponent is too weak. Even if he doesn't have to run a single meter, for a wounded person who is constantly losing a lot of blood and energy, the passage of time itself is a drain on his vital essence.

Jiang Hui couldn't slow down the passage of time, nor could she provide him with the necessary treatment, let alone influence the outcome of the battle. There was nothing she could do at the moment to alleviate Clarence's injuries; the only thing she could probably do was reduce some of his mental strain.

I can't run anymore; I need to find a relatively safe place to truly rest.

(End of this chapter)