Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Sister Gray Wind, did you really agree?

Alori asked Gray Feng, who was busy in the blacksmith shop, in an incomprehensible tone.

Throwing metal ingots into the crucible one after another, watching them melt into gray wind, he said without raising his head:

The commander's plan is highly feasible.

You should know that's not what I said. Alori said, picking up a piece of metal with his hands and wanting to help.

Gray Feng grabbed Alori's arm to stop him from causing trouble and asked:

Then what do you want to ask?

Aren't you usually very concerned about the safety of the boss?

Alori, who was stopped, simply walked aside, picked up the forging hammer, weighed it in his hand and continued:

In my impression, whenever the boss goes out, you will take the initiative to be worn by him. Why do you agree to let the boss go on a long trip alone now?

In Alori's impression, Gray Feng had always regarded Milin's personal safety as a top priority.

Now agreeing to let Milin go out on an adventure alone is completely inconsistent with Gray Feng's character.

Because the commander tried to use the energy of the psychic system numbered Y-1 to interfere with my thinking.

As Gray Feng spoke, he directly inserted his hand into the crucible that had half of the metal ingot melted, and actively maintained the temperature in the crucible.

Uh...wait a minute. Alori, who was still a little uncomfortable with Gray Feng's way of speaking, thought for a moment.

It took several seconds to understand that what Gray Feng meant was that Milin used the force to enchant her. Alori said strangely:

So you were affected?

No, I have a subsystem that resists the influence of psychic energy. Gray Feng remained motionless with one hand inserted into the crucible.

Unaware of how they were now, the blacksmiths who were driven outside their shops fell into a state of shattered outlook.

Compared with Hui Feng, who smelt metal in an inhuman way, Alori, who was swinging a hammer and starting to strike iron, was much more normal... although Alori also took the red-hot steel bar directly from the furnace with his hands. come out.

Then why did you agree? Amid the sound of hammering, Alori asked his first question again.

If the commander asks for your opinion on this matter, will you object? Gray Wind still did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

At the same time, the hand inserted into the crucible began to stir the completely melted molten metal from left to right.

How could I oppose the boss's idea? Even if the boss wants to go to heaven and earth, I will follow him. Alori, who knocked the steel bar in his hand into a long sword in a few seconds, seemed a little dissatisfied and reshaped the semi-finished product. Stuffed it back into the furnace, and then pulled another one out.

What if you can't stay with the commander for some reason? Compared with Alori's various beatings, Gray Wind was still stirring the molten metal like making soup.

Then... well, in short, just listen to the boss. If you have any other situations, please refer to this one. Alori said hesitantly, and even his blacksmithing movements became a little stiff.

Obviously, this one was scrapped again.

Really? Gray Feng asked with a playful look at Alori who pulled out a steel rod again.

Hey, that's the case most of the time. At least generally speaking, I still listen to the boss. Alori said awkwardly.

Regarding Alori's weak defense, Gray Feng said nothing, but looked at Alori with calm eyes.

It wasn't until Alori saw that something was wrong with him and destroyed several handfuls of materials that Hui Feng took his hand out of the crucible and then continued:

Just as you will obey the commander's requests, I will obey all the commander's orders.

After speaking, as if to prove that what he said was true, Gray Feng continued in his usual indifferent tone:

In my world, countless races and civilizations, and trillions of lives, have used everything to prove that the will of the fourth natural disaster cannot go against this truth.

I understand what you mean, but what about the pot of molten iron you made? Alori glanced at the empty crucible with some confusion. Why did it disappear after stirring for a while?

This is not molten iron, it is a trial-production model of high-strength alloy. Using this primitive method to manufacture it can save my computing power.

Completely ignoring what was originally a serious and serious topic, Gray Feng, who was distorted by Alori's words, opened his mouth to explain:

Now these experimental alloys have been absorbed into my body.

Awesome... Alori directly moved his gaze to Gray Feng's belly and exclaimed: You actually drank the molten iron.

It's not drinking, but if you must think so, I don't mind. As Gray Wind said, a finished product that looked like some kind of armor part popped out of her body.

Clang fell to the side and was piled together with a pile of already manufactured parts.

Alori's eyes swept over these parts. Alori, who had assembled these parts in his mind in an instant, suppressed his inner smile and said:

But I don't think you, Sister Hui Feng, are afraid of the boss so you only listen to him.

Of course I will be afraid. Gray Wind, who restarted the pot and continued to smelt the alloy, said after a moment of silence: But most of the time, my value is to let those races and civilizations understand this truth.

That's the ultimate... bitch? Oh no, I mean the thug? Seeing Gray Wind holding up the crucible as if he was about to smash it, Alori quickly changed his words.

It can indeed be explained this way. Gray Wind, who just took the crucible away and added some fuel, did not deny Alori's statement.

Well, sister Hui Feng, you are clearly worthy of the title of Boss Whip, but you can't get that little brat Attila's turn.

Alori suddenly mentioned Attila in the conversation.

Hearing Alori mention Attila, Gray Feng finally stopped working all morning and turned his head to look at Alori carefully.

Is there something wrong with what I said? Alori, who always felt that Gray Wind's eyes were strange, asked.

If you really follow the commander's wishes, then one day, the Star Soldiers will implement the unbreakable truth among the stars just like me. Gray Wind said.

What is the Star Soldier? Alori asked curiously when he heard this title for the first time.

It's Attila, a kind of weapon used to destroy civilization. Gray Feng, who knew that Alori had not seen the image of Attila that he only showed when Milin summoned him, simply explained.

Hey, is there still this setting? Why haven't you heard Attila talk about it? Unexpectedly, Attila's flat chest has a setting similar to Gray Wind's, Alori said in surprise.

Because Attila doesn't know either, it's just a possibility in the future. Gray Wind extracted what Milin once said from his memory.

Is it a possibility in the future? I see, that means the boss really went there for Attila this time. At this point, Alori could understand very quickly:

In this case, it seems that we need an extra double bed.

... Gray Wind, who returned to work, raised his head and glanced at Alori. Is this the way psykers think?