Villain Rescue System

"Wen Li..."

"Wen Li?"

Wen Li came back to his senses, the pair of eyeballs made of metal and special materials slowly turned to the person who was speaking.

"Your Highness."

Wen Long, who was called "Your Highness", raised his hand, touched his forehead, and said strangely: "What's going on recently..."

"You seem to be wandering all the time."

But how could a machine behave like "wandering mind"?

"Is the control center inside malfunctioning..." she muttered softly.

Wen Li looked at her, but didn't answer.

Without receiving her instructions, he didn't need to give an answer.

"Wen Li, open the control center."

"OK."

The next moment, Wen Li, whose appearance was no different from that of a human, had a neat cut on the skin on his chest, and then slowly opened it.

In the chest cavity are not organs, but densely packed circuits and chips.

Wen Long reached out, opened the wires inside, and checked the innermost control system.

"Um…"

She frowned.

It seems that there is no problem...

Wen Li lowered his head, quietly watching her hair spin.

Just some time ago, he completely broke away from the shackles of the program.

After that, the controls that store the memory are often automatically read uncontrollably.

He couldn't help looking through his old memories—the memories after meeting her.

Interstellar year 3357, Achill star.

As the most powerful planet with the most voice in the Star Alliance, Achill has the richest land and resources.

It's a pity that behind such richness is the proof of Achill's countless blood crimes.

All the small planets near Achill star are the targets of its plunder and occupation.

[The Palace of Achill is the tallest building in the capital. Here, you can see half of the most prosperous Soka capital. 】

Wearing a luxurious princess dress, Wen Long stood on the balcony of the dormitory, standing on tiptoes overlooking the scenery below.

"It's really beautiful."

However, it would be nice if this body grew a little taller...

She didn't have to stretch her neck to see the outside scene.

The system said helplessly: 【This body is only fifteen years old. It is still very young in the interstellar world where the average lifespan is 300 years old. Don't be too harsh. 】

Wen Long's current body is the youngest daughter of King Achill, and she is always doted on.

If it weren't for her tragic final fate, the system would not have been able to exchange this body with her.

The original owner died tragically at the hands of alien species when he was in his twenties.

[Because the original owner died before the start of the plot, the lifespan limit is canceled this time, as long as you can find a way to survive the alien invasion. 】

Looking at the peaceful and prosperous Soka capital below, Wen Long sighed inwardly.

Who would have thought that such a beautiful Achill would become the first planet to be invaded by alien species after seven years?

Even the entire Interstellar Alliance took a full hundred years to drive the aliens out of the galaxy.

The so-called Interstellar Federation is only responsible for managing conflicts between galaxies, or the invasion of alien creatures...

And the conflicts between Achill and the surrounding planets are all ignored.

[This world is huge, and every possibility in the future will have a huge impact. 】

[So, apart from the villains, you'd better not interfere with important nodes in this world. 】

Wen Long: Well, I understand.

"His Royal Highness Wen Long!"

A female servant pushed open the door of the bedroom with a smile on her face.

"Achille has returned from victory again!"

Wen Long turned her head, "Really? That is indeed a happy event."

happy event?

If murderous aggression is considered a happy event, then maybe it is.

She let out a heavy breath.

Living with this body is really unsettling.

Food and supplies... Her current luxurious and exquisite life seems to be soaked in blood.

And this dress inlaid with countless treasures, each stitch reveals cruelty.

[This is Achill's last battle, don't worry about it. 】

Wen Long hooked her lips.

Indeed, because the small planet that was defeated was the last planet around Achill.

"Father should be celebrating the achievements of several generals, right? I'll go and have a look too!"

Although her heart was heavy, there was still an extremely innocent and bright smile on Wen Long's face.

"This…"

The servant looked troubled.

Those generals are all people who have experienced swords and guns, and their bodies are full of blood. It is really inappropriate for the princess to see them.

What's more, Her Royal Highness grew up in a golden nest since she was a child, so how could she know what war is like? In case I accidentally say the wrong thing...

But the servant thought about it again, Wen Long was King Achill's favorite baby since he was a child, even if something went wrong, no one would dare to blame him.

"Then I will take you to the main hall."

…

In the main hall, several men and women in heavy mechanical armor stood in the center, all with triumphant smiles on their faces.

One of the men looked up at King Achill who was sitting at the top, and said casually, "My lord, what should we do with the 'General' on the 73rd?"

He pronounced the word "general" with special emphasis.

Hearing this, the expressions of the rest of the people also became quite subtle.

Some eyes were full of sarcasm, while others showed fear, but there was also a little gloating in the fear...

And the "General No. 73" they mentioned was lying behind everyone at this moment.

His appearance was extremely strange, his left hand and right leg were completely broken, and what protruded from the fracture was not bright red blood, but metal wires one by one.

The human skin on his face has been almost destroyed in the war, only a small piece of skin near his right eye can barely be seen.

King Achill, who was sitting in a high position, finally said, "Has it been completely scrapped?"

The tone was a little pity.

After all, this is the most powerful weapon that the kings of the previous two generations have been using.

It took nearly three hundred years just to collect the materials to make him.

A trace of hesitation quickly crossed the face of the leading man.

Completely scrapped...not really.

The function of the weapon is indeed half destroyed, but the core function has not failed yet.

However, this monster has been sitting on an equal footing with them for decades...

How ridiculous is that? A collection of metal and synthetic materials, without the slightest sense of self, can be named a general?

He gritted his teeth: "Indeed, and the controls used by the control center to control the firing of weapons are completely damaged."

"If the repair is to be successful, at least one more trip to the outer galaxy is required to gather the repair materials."

He didn't lie about that.

The controls for controlling the weaponry were indeed partially burned. Although it was not as serious as I said just now, it was still unusable.

Hearing this, King Achill frowned as expected.

Going to an alien galaxy will cost a lot of money and resources... Achill is now one of the most powerful planets in the interstellar world, there is no need to explore an alien galaxy for a weapon.

What's more, the nearby small planets have all been occupied.

"Then..."

"Father."

A young and clear female voice came from outside the hall.

Wen Long walked briskly into the hall.

Seeing her coming, the gloom on King Achill's face instantly dissipated, replaced by a kind and loving gentle expression.

When they saw her, they saluted immediately.

"His Royal Highness Wen Long."

With a sweet smile on her lips, Wen Long curtseyed back.

Immediately, her eyes fell on the pile of "scrap iron" behind them, and she let out a small exclamation of "ah".

King Achill immediately ordered: "What are you still doing?"

"Since it has become scrap iron, we can deal with it as we please."

"As ordered."

No one noticed that the left eye of the person lying on the ground, which had lost its skin cover, moved downward.

In the eyes that should have been emotionless, there was a trace of human hatred.

"Slow...slowly." Wen Long stopped the man with a trembling voice.

"Is he also a general? The No. 73 general?"

"Yes, but he is completely unusable and will be thrown into the empire's scrap metal yard." The leading general explained.

"Unfortunately, those materials are difficult to separate, otherwise they can be used for other purposes."

Wen Long contemplated for a while before pinching her throat and crying in disbelief, "Are you going to throw him away?"

"How is this possible? How many victories he brought to Achill, have everyone forgotten?"

"..."

The generals present fell silent for a while.

They used to know that Achill's little princess was innocent and kind, but they didn't expect that she would have pity for a machine without human consciousness.

King Achill said helplessly: "If you don't throw it away, he won't be able to go to the battlefield again in the future."

After finishing speaking, he slightly narrowed his eyes.

There is another reason for choosing to discard this No. 73 who has made countless contributions... As a weapon, he is indeed too powerful.

So powerful that even a king like him would be intimidated.

If possible, it would be best to keep No. 73 under your nose.

But in doing so, it is inevitable that people will lose their tongues.

How could the king of Achill be afraid of a mere intelligent person?

So, discard him in the metal field, and after more than ten years, he will be slowly decomposed in the metal field.

"Then you can't just leave him alone!"

Wen Long pursed her lips, her face as delicate as a pink rose was stained with anger.

She willfully said: "Father doesn't want him, so just give him to me."

"Longlong, don't be willful." King Aqier still coaxed the child, without any deterrent force at all.

"How could this be capricious? Anyway, it's an unnecessary piece of metal, so what's wrong with giving it to me as a servant?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Long gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few tears.

According to the body's memory, King Achill's love for the original owner was simply terrifying.

Shedding a few tears is better than saying anything.

What's more, the villains are indeed just a pair of scrapped waste products to the people present.

Tears trickled down her cheeks like large crystals.

Especially on such a face, it is particularly lovable.

On that face with spreading lines, a pair of black eyes made of glass turned a little towards Wen Long.

King Achill really felt distressed.

He waved his hand helplessly, "You can take it and play with it."

Things that don't even have complete arms and legs, and a face without skin cover are even more ugly.

He didn't believe that his daughter would care about these scraps of iron for too long...

When her childish sympathy is almost gone, she will naturally throw him away.

After getting the answer, a smile appeared on Wen Long's face.

"Thank you father!"

"Hmph, now you know how to thank me?" King Achill had a slightly harsh expression on his face, but anyone could tell that he didn't mean to blame at all.

"Wipe your tears. If outsiders know that the majestic Princess Achill shed tears because of a pile of scrap iron, wouldn't it be a joke?"

Wen Long hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face.

She happily came to No. 73's body, squatted down, and looked at him curiously, but the fear in her heart still leaked out inadvertently.

In contrast, several generals in the hall felt a sense of contempt in their hearts.

It is really "innocent and kind".

If you have stayed in the greenhouse for too long, do you really think that the world is made of fairy tales?

Such imperial flowers are only of ornamental value.

The author has something to say:

X﹏X, it’s still he

Thinking about the ending of be, my heart hurts so much, I can't bear to...

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