Wu Zimo's sudden exclamation made all of the sentinels and guides beside him give him a frightened look, like they were seeing a primitive person.
"Oh, why are you all looking at me like that?" Even if Wu Zimo was slow to respond, he still noticed that the others looked like they had been frightened.
"Cough cough, Wu Zimo, you didn't awaken to be a guide, so you don't know...oh, sorry. I didn't mean anything from those words."
The others wanted to explain to Wu Zimo, an ordinary person, so that he could understand the relationship between sentinels and guides, but they didn't speak. They hadn't forgotten about the promise of Wu Zimo's spiritual strength. He had a large chance of awakening and becoming a guide, but the result was...
The sentinels and guides present glanced at each other, incessantly evading the responsibility and pushing it onto others. No one wanted to be the person who stirred up trouble. It was Mocca who finally acted as a team leader and became their spokesperson.
If he was going to speak, then he would just speak, but he didn't forget to apologize to Wu Zimo first.
"It's fine. Although I didn't awaken to become a guide, I think my current situation is very good."
That's right! He didn't have to worry about his little chrysanthemum and didn't have to worry about being forced to harmonize with a sentinel or anything like that.
However, when Wu Zimo, who was satisfied with his current situation, reflected on what he just said, it seemed that his words had just caused odd expressions to appear on Mocca and the other's faces. Was he wrong about sentinels and guides, these mythical creatures?
Mocca determined that Wu Zimo's words weren't an excuse, that he really didn't care that he hadn't awakenend as a guide. Finally, he could let go of his worries and explained in a lively tone.
"Although the Interstellar people attached great importance to the harmonization between sentinels and guides, even if they had a high degree of harmonization, absolutely no one would dare to force them to do so. Xiao Mo Mo, from the development of the Interstellar until now, there were still many laws that protect human rights. Just consider it as the Federation not daring to hit itself in the face, alright?"
Wu Zimo nodded in understanding. Something that wanted face was better than something that didn't.
"What's more is that it really isn't popular to force a relationship between sentinels and guides." Speaking about this, even the guides standing beside him all smothered their smiles, looking at Wu Zimo like they were looking at an amusing fellow.
As guides, they could be so relaxed and free because sentinels didn't dare to forcefully seize them.
That's right, they didn't dare!
It had been said before that for a guide to unblock a sentinel's spiritual mania, they would need to enter a sentinel's spiritual world. In the sentinel's spiritual world, no matter how strong the sentinel was, it was simply inadequate in front of the guide. A guide, who didn't even have the strength to tie up a chicken, could easily twist and shatter a formidable sentinel's spiritual world.
When the spiritual world collapsed, the best possible result for the sentinel was that they became an ordinary madman. Otherwise they would immediately explode. There wasn't a third option.
With such danger, unless the sentinel was brainless, there wasn't a single sentinel who dared to unreservedly give away their fatal weakness to an enemy.
In the Interstellar era, there were some doubtful, anxious sentinels who didn't dare to find a guide to harmonize with. They would only rely on their own willpower and medicine to suppress their mania.
After listening to Mocca's explanation, it was Wu Zimo's turn to be stunned. How could the Interstellar have such a high degree of freedom? Maybe, it ought to be said that the people of the Interstellar weren't stupid.
Actually, Wu Zimo didn't know that Mocca hadn't told him about the dark history between the sentinels and guides that had already been buried a long time ago in the Interstellar's long history.
Before guides were discovered, many powerful sentinels died of an explosion of mania. When they discovered that guides could relieve a sentinel's mania and improve the sentinel's abilities, the root of human inferiority hadn't changed just because they had stepped into the Interstellar.
The simple law of the jungle had happened between sentinels and guides, because the "forced relationship" that Wu Zimo spoke of was a common occurrence.
However, having a poor physique didn't mean that the guides were all weak and unable to resist.
Many tenacious guides who didn't fear death joined together in a life-or-death struggle. When it was time for them to unblock the sentinels' spiritual world, they burst forth with their strongest spiritual strength and shattered the others' spiritual worlds.
At first, there were few guides who did this, but it burned like paper and was impossible to smother. Powerful sentinels suddenly withered away, which attracted the attention of the Federation. When they found out the truth about the situation, the guides burst forth like a sea tide. As a result, more and more sentinels died, with many powerful sentinels among them.
In such a situation, the higher-ups of the Federation were shocked.
If it went on like this, humans would destroy themselves; they wouldn't even need to wait for the Dimensional Zergs to make a move. After that, there were a series of tough measures and reforms that stretched until the present. Now the guides were only a bit weaker than ordinary people, but they were definitely not dodder flowers attached to sentinels.
Wu Zimo didn't know about the dark history between the sentinels and guides, so he was relieved to hear Mocca's explanation.
In the future, even if he was discovered to be a guide, there wouldn't be guide associations or other organizations that would force him to change his thinking. So, in the future, he would only need to be concerned about the sentinel he would harmonize with. They wouldn't suddenly be good to him, then force a man to come OOXX him.
Upon thinking of this, Wu Zimo wanted to flip a table. Now that Wu Zimo had learned about the true situation, he had a feeling of euphoria for a split second. He finally didn't need to always worry about his little chrysanthemum!
The suddenly elated Wu Zimo baffled the others.
Lyle and the others who were familiar with Wu Zimo could only have a head full of black lines and wonder if this fellow had once again thought of some weird situation. However, there weren't any Spider Zergs or any sort of disgusting things here, so they would just let Wu Zimo, this child, float around if he wanted.
As Mocca was explaining the relationship between sentinels and guides, the rest of the floating vehicles that had been sent Planet XT781 to retrieve the students who had finished the First Military Academy's yearly assessment had returned.
Now all of the students who had been able to persist until the end of the assessment were all standing in the transportation cabin. As for the floating vehicles that were originally responsible for picking up the students, they had all been returned to the docking warehouse. There was now only a group of First Military Academy students who gathered together to chat in the transportation cabin.
There were some students who saw that other familiar students had also persisted until the end of the assessment; they gathered and congratulated each other. They also conveniently exchanged what they had experienced on Planet XT781. There was even a student who was boasting about the heroism with which he handled the Spider Zergs.
Of course, there were also students who were standing around like they were watching a good play with amused expressions. As for the others who were mutually celebrating, upon seeing the others, they immediately glared at the others. However, there weren't any fights or arguments that broke out.
It seemed that the week's experience really did make these young and immature people mature a lot. When the people were speaking in low voices, the broadcasting system in the transportation cabin sounded.
"All of the students in the battleship in the yearly assessment of the First Military Academy of the Interstellar Federation, please gather at the observation deck immediately." The broadcast was repeated three times. At this moment, no matter where people were in the battleship, they would clearly be able to hear it.
Wu Zimo and the others were no exception. Without any nonsense, they followed the crowd, heading towards the observation deck.
"Wu Zimo, why do you think they suddenly wanted us to go to the observation deck?"
Wu Zimo, who was following the crowd's pace, saw the curious Haney. He shrugged; he also didn't know. "We'll know when we reach the observation deck." Actually, he was also curious about why they were going to the observation deck. There wasn't anything special in that direction.
Soon, Wu Zimo's group arrived at the observation deck. At the same time, they discovered that there had been a group of students who had been standing on the observation deck for a while. However, their expressions weren't as lively as Wu Zimo and the others'. Many of the students in the group were hanging their heads, dispirited.
Wu Zimo didn't need to go out to inquire. He was able to figure out what was going on with the students very quickly. It turned out that they were the students who had been eliminated for various reasons before the assessment was over. There was an especially large number of them who had been eliminated on the first day.
Everyone was clear about those who had been eliminated on the first day. However, those who were overconfident and believed themselves to be infallible were all like quails, truly obedient.
It seemed like they had a very special experience in the Interstellar battleship.
Wu Zimo just glanced around the people in the room, then followed Mocca and the others to find a place to stand. there weren't any chairs in the observation deck for them to sit comfortably on while they waited.
It didn't take long for the largest screen on the observation deck to suddenly pop up. The standing person on the screen was precisely the Federation's male god, Marshal Alman.
Upon seeing the image of Marshal Alman, all of the students on the observation deck all restrain their expressions and stood up straight, looking at Marshal Alman with excitement in their eyes.
Scott's ice-cold silver eyes scanned all of the students on the observation deck. When he saw Wu Zimo, he paused slightly, then continued glancing around all the students of the First Military Academy as if nothing had happened.
Under the Marshal's gaze, the students on the observation deck all puffed out their chests, showing the male god their best manner.
When Scott withdrew his gaze, he announced in an even colder voice: "The First Military Academy of the Interstellar Federation's yearly assessment is officially over. Everyone's results will be announced in an hour."
However, before the students of the First Military Academy could cheer, the Marshal's cold voice sounded again, "This time, your assessment was especially disappointing."
Marshal Alman's sudden evaluation caused stupefied expressions to appear on the faces of everyone on the observation deck.
If the one who had spoken wasn't Marshal Alman, the Federation's male god, the young impulsive students on the observation deck would have already caused a commotion. The many First Military Academy students who had persevered to the end of the assessment felt their experience in the past week was very satisfying. However, Marshal Alman had just said that he was very disappointed in them?!
Don't talk about other students, even the comrades around Mocca had indignant expressions. After the final battle with two hundred Spider Zergs, they were absolutely satisfied with their final battle.
Perhaps out of all the First Military Academy students on the observation deck, it was possible that only Wu Zimo's mood hadn't been affected by the Marshal's evaluation. He was still calm, like what the Marshal said had nothing to do with him.
As the Great God MO of the Internet world, there was nothing that he hadn't experienced. Now, it was just that their fighting ability wasn't up to the male god's standards, that's all. Truthfully, it wasn't odd for the Marshal to have a poor opinion of their fighting ability. The Spider Zergs on Planet XT781 was simply the lowest existences among the Dimensional Zergs, which had flustered those whose arrogance reached the sky.
From this, it would be clear exactly how much their 'arrogance reached the sky'.
Wu Zimo patted Mocca and the other's shoulders, hinting at them to finish watching before they spoke. Wu Zimo had a feeling that the male god would never make such a statement without a follow-up.
Sure enough, after Scott finished speaking, he immediately gave an order to attack.
The students on the observation deck didn't know who the sudden order was given to, but they figured it out very quickly. Marshal Alman was no longer on the observation deck's screen. Rather, it was a small team of ten mechas.