Great, we're doomed now!

The remaining two vanguards roared angrily, but the flying tail blades struck, leaving a mark on each of their bodies, preventing them from advancing an inch, as if mocking their powerlessness.

—M·A is a killing machine; even if half of it is paralyzed, the remaining part can still fight on its own!

Even a single tail blade is not something an ordinary pilot can handle.

"It really didn't work..."

The captain lay dying in the cockpit, looking up at M.A. through the crack, his blood-stained face showing anger and resentment.

hum~

The energy-focused cannon on M·A's head began to flash red, and the surrounding air became ionized, causing the temperature to rise even inside the cockpit.

"You're lucky today! Come on!"

—Bang!

boom!

A silver mech hurtled forward through the flames, kicking M·A in the head. The scorching beam veered off course, leaving a long burn mark on the ground, and then swept through the forest, creating another sea of ​​fire!

"Varied……"

The captain suddenly opened his eyes wide.

It was a special aircraft he had never seen before, majestic yet elegant, and from a pilot's perspective, it could almost be described as "beautiful".

The waist connecting the upper and lower parts of the demon's body is extremely slender, but this does not seem to compromise mobility or overall strength. It is hard to imagine what kind of tough material it was forged from.

"~~~"

M·A's head joint was directly knocked off balance, but the logic unit was not destroyed, and it launched a counterattack immediately.

The tail blade flies in!

--Snapped!

As if it had been waiting for it, the silver demon reached out and intercepted its flight path, grabbing the point where the tail blade joined!

With a flick of its long tail, it wrapped around the oncoming power claws, then turned and wrapped around M·A’s neck again. With a lift of its hands, the demon god used the force of M·A’s struggle to flip the fifty-ton steel behemoth to the ground.

The captain had never seen such a surreal sight in his life:

The silver-plated machine ripped open the enemy's nose armor with one hand, grabbed the tail blade with the other, and forcefully inserted it into the enemy's jaw. With just a gentle push, a crisp snapping sound was heard, and then the entire M·A lost control, collapsing like a dead insect.

"..."

With just one machine and no extra equipment, it easily defeated M·A by simply countering the enemy's moves... Is this really a tactical skill that humans can possess?

"Reinforcements... Oh, there really are some, cough!"

The captain coughed up a mouthful of blood, as if he had coughed up pieces of his internal organs. His chest suddenly felt much lighter, but he knew that he was beyond saving.

A few days ago, he received a message from his old friend Agnica, inviting him to join a newly established military organization. He was initially uninterested in it, but used the message to boost morale during the crisis... He didn't expect the other party to actually come.

Is this the legendary Gundam frame? It's already ready for combat deployment...

snort~

The Gundam cockpit opened, and a figure stepped out.

'It doesn't seem to be Ágnica.'

The captain felt his eyelids grow incredibly heavy, and he had no time to tell who it was; his consciousness slowly sank into darkness—

It was unexpected but not unpleasant.

Strictly speaking, he even felt a strange warmth.

In the boundless darkness, the lonely consciousness saw a distant golden light and instinctively "swam" towards it.

One after another, pale blue "lines" appeared and disappeared in the void, like integrated circuits, spreading out from all directions to form roads that connected to the golden light cluster at the end.

The captain was also walking on one of the paths. For some reason, he felt incredibly at ease, as if walking this path would lead him to his ideal paradise.

With each step forward, the light drew closer, but no matter what, it remained shrouded in an incomprehensible veil.

—"Hmm!"

Opening his eyes, the man on the makeshift operating table instinctively stood up.

He felt a strange sensation on the back of his neck. He reached down and touched the spine below his cervical vertebrae and felt an unusual hard protrusion. The feeling of an unknown machine being implanted in his body made him frown.

But he quickly realized, "I... I'm not dead? How is that possible..."

"You are very lucky."

A familiar voice came from behind him. The captain turned around in surprise and saw a tall and straight figure. It was his old friend in military uniform.

“Agunica Cayel…it’s you, no, it’s not you.”

The captain shook his head. Although he hadn't seen the figure clearly, and logically only Agnica would have appeared there in time, he still subconsciously rejected the idea.

There was no particular reason, I just simply felt something was off, a very mysterious feeling:

Agunica's "atmosphere" is completely unlike that golden ball of light!

Without warning, the captain subconsciously turned his head, and a boy's figure came into view. Although the boy's back was to him, the captain still felt a strange sense of familiarity. The boy, as if sensing his presence, turned around in surprise.

"!"

The moment their eyes met, the image of that golden light automatically appeared in the captain's mind, and his muscles tensed up instantly.

But this isn't fear, it's... excitement?

He himself found it strange, but that was indeed how his body was reacting.

"Is there something on my face?" Ye Shou smiled slightly when he saw that the man didn't even blink.

The captain then came to his senses: "Sorry... I was just a little dazed. May I ask if you saved me? But my body... I really can't think of any reason why I could have survived."

"If you mean defeating M·A and dragging you out of the cockpit, then that was indeed what I did. But you're quite lucky to have survived until we arrived with such rudimentary equipment. Well done."

Ye Shou acknowledged this, but lightly skipped over the treatment process.

"And I want to say sorry to you."

"Why?" The captain subconsciously touched the back of his neck. "Could it be..."

"A modification surgery that had to be added during the treatment process."

It's hard to say whether Ye Shouzong did it to avoid wasting life energy.

He carefully considered his words and said, "What we implanted in your body is a state-of-the-art prosthetic using nanomechanical technology. Implanting this allows it to establish a neural connection with MS, thereby creating a new functional area in the driver's brain that enables spatial awareness."

The information received by the machine flows directly into the pilot's brain, allowing the pilot to perform precise maneuvers that surpass mere skill and experience!

"It's just a prosthetic body, what's the big deal?" The captain shook his head, not understanding why Ye Shou was taking it so seriously.

This is what is known as cultural difference:

Three hundred years later, the modification of the human body was seen as a symbol of impurity, a result of the persistent religious propaganda of the Gjarrhorn.

However, during the Evil Sacrifice War, due to the long-term devastation of war, it was common for people to install prosthetic bodies... The difference lies in the fact that the "Alaya Consciousness" is more technologically advanced and more practical!

“We had no other choice. After all, under normal circumstances, transplanting ‘Alaya consciousness’ into an adult is a matter of life and death.”

Even if I'm in good health, I'd still have a slim chance of survival, so how could I possibly have a transplant when I'm on the verge of death?

This mystery likely has the same answer as the question of where his injuries went.

But the captain didn't ask directly—that would have been too impolite.

He looked at Ye Shou intently, then suddenly smiled broadly: "Let's not talk about these trivial matters anymore. I want to thank you properly... cough!"

"You should continue to rest, Mr. Falk."

Kahu Falk nodded, obediently lay down, and extended his hand to Ye Shou. The two shook hands politely, and Falk's body trembled slightly.

——!

A power as warm as the sun is stirring within me, like the earth bursting forth with life after the spring thunder.

"...Your name?"

"Kuse, Kuze Ye Mamoru."

"I see."

Kahu, who became one of the founders of the Seven Stars family in the original timeline, quietly fell asleep with a relieved smile.

"Mr. Kuze... this warm feeling is just like the sun..."

"What did you say?"

"No, just talking to myself."

Chapter 177 Why is Ye Shou a god?

What makes chemistry so interesting is that seemingly unrelated things can produce all sorts of amazing changes when they come together.

Encounters between people and between people and things can sometimes produce incredible chemical reactions, such as Ye Shouhe's "Alaya-vijnana".

In the world of Iron-Blooded Orphans, the Gundam's frame is unruly and difficult to tame, and ordinary pilots cannot control it at all. Only by transplanting the Alaya-vijnana system—that is, artificial synapses embedded in the spinal nerves—can one synchronize with the Gundam.

It is precisely the superior performance of the Gundam frame, combined with the neural connection of the Alaya consciousness, that allows the pilots to unleash their "god-like" power, reversing the tide and saving humanity from the brink of extinction.

But this doesn't come without a price.

First, the massive information flow of MS is overwhelming for the brain. The higher the synchronization rate with Gundam, the more exaggerated the computational load on the brain becomes. It can be said that from the moment you sit in Gundam, you are already on the path to burning up your entire nervous system.

Therefore, few of the original Gundam pilots met a good end; each of them went to the battlefield with the awareness of dying in the cockpit!

Secondly, transplant surgery itself carries risks.

The materials science in "Iron-Blooded Orphans" is incredibly advanced; the 72 Demon Gods would be top-tier in any other Gundam series. However, the cybernetic technology is just at the level of a normal science fiction work.

The Alaya consciousness system mainly relies on nanomachines to connect with the human central nervous system. Nanomachines are more likely to attach to the spinal nerves of adolescents during their development, while it is difficult for adults to fix them in place.

—Many works depict age restrictions for modification surgeries, as if they were naturally designed to train child soldiers. For example, the Warhammer series' "Astartes" system already has relatively few side effects.

This technology is relatively new and not yet mature. The risks of surgery for adults are much higher, and there is a risk of paralysis if not handled carefully.

But humans don't have time to wait for it to be perfected. They either train young soldiers or send pilots to risk their lives!

(Three hundred years later, the [Gargallhorn] can transform severely wounded soldiers into bio-CPUs and transplant Alaya consciousness into adults without side effects, which shows that although they openly suppress human modification, they are actually conducting research in secret.)

Initially, Ye Shou was simply pushing forward the development of the Alaya-vijnana system in a normal manner.