So I'm a sheep.

"it is good"

Once Spencer was no longer viewed as a normal human being, Chris could generously tolerate some of his behaviors that would infuriate the archangels.

"Major General, you must be thirsty after walking for so long, right?"

"Come on, have a drink of cool water."

"Thank you"

"There's a restaurant up ahead. Would you mind having dinner with us?"

"My pleasure"

"Oops, sorry I pricked you. Are you bleeding?"

The angels found much more joy in their otherwise monotonous journey because of this non-human being.

Volume 1: Chapter 329 Transformation!

"It can eat and drink, has a sense of taste, and bleeds..."

After listing a whole host of human-like characteristics, Chris continued, "But their speed, strength, and endurance are far superior to that of ordinary humans, they have virtually no sense of pain, and their eyes can even be used as light bulbs."

“That last one is quite subtle,” the young girl, who was flipping through Spencer’s files, remarked casually.

"Haha, I was quite startled at the time."

"Even though we were in a haunted house, he said the house was too dark and he was afraid we would fall, and then his eyes lit up."

Chris covered her mouth and laughed for a moment: "Sally, is there anything special about Spencer's file?"

"Aside from my experience serving in a mecha squad, there's nothing particularly special about me."

"Oh, he's also a mecha pilot?"

"Not only is he a mecha pilot, but the major general is also an ace mecha pilot."

"Then he must have an amazing record, right?"

"If you just look at the records, he has no battle record whatsoever."

Sasha shrugged: "The problem is that the other mech pilots really respect him. Spencer was treated as a leader as soon as he joined the mech team."

"Perhaps he has a powerful background?" Chris guessed.

"However, the records show that Spencer was an orphan, had no relatives or friends, and had never even had a girlfriend."

"what"

Let's confront him tomorrow.

The young woman tossed the file onto the table and said, "If we don't come clean soon, I reckon he'll get anxious."

Lispensé's actions in the haunted house were clearly self-disclosure.

If they don't confront him soon, who knows what other strange things he might do next.

.................................................. .....

"Major General, you're not human, are you?"

When they met again, the girl asked directly.

It was still that same unchanging smile, and even the tone of voice remained the same.

However, Sasha inexplicably felt that the man in front of her had secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Excellency, you've finally discovered it."

"Your eyes were shining like light bulbs in the haunted house. If you didn't notice, you'd be pretending to be stupid, right?"

"..."

"I see. It seems my worries were unnecessary."

"Haha, we're not that slow-witted. But, just in case, I mean just in case."

Chris asked curiously, "What are you planning to do next if we don't say anything yet?"

"After I went back, I thought about it carefully. Maybe the sudden glowing of eyes in the haunted house wasn't a clear enough hint."

"After all, if you were fitted with a prosthetic eye, you could do something similar."

Spencer smiled and said, "If neither of you has anything to say yet, I'm prepared to eat that hovercar whole."

"..."

"........"

"Hey, Major General, why are you going to all these troubles to hint at things instead of just telling us the truth directly?"

"Sir, if I suddenly told you that I am not human, could you accept it in a normal way?"

"sure"

Spencer froze, a rare look of distress on his face.

After a long silence, the major general remarked sincerely, "Angels are truly a difficult race to deal with."

What the hell?

We're easy to communicate with, it's you who's difficult to deal with!

The girl smirked: "Enough with the small talk, let's get down to business."

"it is good"

After waiting a while, Sasha said helplessly, "How about I ask you a question and you answer it?"

"no problem"

What race are you?

"The Crimson Clan"

"What are you trying to do by pretending to be human and approaching us?"

"The alliance has been formed, and as allies, my people feel we should treat you with complete honesty."

Upon hearing this, Sasha immediately smiled.

"Major General Spencer, may I ask which three races are part of the Three Races Alliance?"

"Protoss, Angels, Humans."

"That's right, Protoss, Angels, and Humans, but not your Crimson Clan."

The young girl said calmly, "We're not allies."

"It's just a matter of lacking a title; in fact, the angels and our Crimson Clan are already helping each other."

"Is the mecha technology something you provided to humanity?" Sasha asked abruptly.

"It's rather complicated to explain, so let me show you in a more intuitive way."

Spencer gestured for them to follow him: "Gentlemen, please come with me."

..............................................

After taking the two angels to a military base in a hovercar, Spencer began his transformation.

His facial features underwent drastic changes, and his skin shimmered with a metallic sheen; strands of hair fell out one by one, and his body continued to swell.

Amidst the roar, a mech over twenty meters tall appeared before them.

Ah, this...

"Mech pilots have never actually existed; we, the Crimson Clan, are the 'mechs'."

Carefully examining the red mecha in front of her, Sasha felt, whether it was her imagination or not, that it bore a striking resemblance to Spencer's humanoid form.

"Major General, what exactly is your relationship with humans?"

With a wave of its hand, the massive mech sent a small metal lump flying out of the airship's trunk.

"It is the juvenile form of our race."

Looking at the small metal lump and then at the enormous mecha, the little girl nodded with a subtle expression.

“If the young form of the Crimson Clan does not merge with other intelligent life forms, it cannot grow further and reach the ultimate form like me.”

Spencer's calm voice came from the mech: "Humans are the race we chose. They help us grow, and our race provides war aid to humans."

Why choose humans?

The young girl continued, "Back then, humanity was at a significant disadvantage in the war against the Protoss. The risks you took by choosing humanity were enormous."

"We cannot choose a race that is too powerful, otherwise it will not be us assimilating them, but them devouring us. This is very important."

"We also cannot choose races with little potential to merge with, otherwise our race will be doomed."

"Humans are not powerful, and they have enough potential."

"Most importantly, the 'complexity' of human beings is fatally attractive to us."

"As for the Protoss..."

After a pause, Spencer's voice continued: "They are invaders who have come to this world. Faced with invaders, no matter how powerful they are, the Crimson Clan will never bow down."

"Alas, my people want to keep fighting."

"Unfortunately, it wasn't long before humans lost interest in fighting."

"..."

"There was a huge uproar back then, and we almost broke with humanity at one point."

"But, but..."

"Hahaha, Major General, let's not dwell on the past, let's look forward!"

Sasha said with a smile, "Compared to the Yggdrasil, the Protoss are already quite cute."

Volume 1: Chapter 330 The Protective Umbrella