Starchild Escapes Arranged Marriage Chapter 1106

Chapter 1106

"It's mine, it's all mine, no one can take it away!" Morris looked pale as he stared at the huge black magic armor standing in front of him.
The recently completed Black Overlord had a lot of construction machinery on it, and some parts were still blank and sealed off.
A large number of black wires extended from the armor of the Overlord, finally converging into a device resembling a placenta beneath its feet.
This testing machine, called "Black Overlord," is the only way for a knight to truly control this titled machine and ride it into battle, but only after testing it with a very high synchronization rate.
As the flagship machine of the Leviathan Empire, incorporating the latest technology, the Black Overlord requires the highest mental and physical capacity, to the point where there is currently no qualified pilot in the entire empire.
Just like its name, "Black Overlord," this machine is designed for the future empire's strongest knight, and not developed for any hero-ranked knights at this stage.
Because of this, it has driven numerous noble families' children crazy, even causing several princes to fight each other.
Due to various exchanges of interests, the testing schedule for the Black Overlord has already been arranged for a year later. For new hero-ranked knights like Morris, it is simply a luxury to hope for a chance to be included in the upcoming testing sequence.
If he hadn't advanced to become a hero-ranked knight, there wouldn't have been even a slight possibility for him.
I'm afraid, in the eyes of those noble children who have long coveted the Black King's power, even the prince, he simply doesn't have the qualifications to control the Black King.
This Leviathan Empire's strongest machine will only belong to someone in their camp.
After the discovery of the new perfect hexagon gem, Morris might be assigned to a new titled machine, but that will probably be years later.
The order is based on seniority.
The future is yours.
You still need to polish and refine.
We must prioritize the bigger picture.
They always act like they are doing it for your own good, naturally taking away the best resources, without giving you any chance.
However, Morris is not putting up with it anymore!
That day, from the first time he saw the powerful black armor, he knew that it was the strongest magic armor he wanted the most.
The Imperial Empire's most challenging to drive masterpiece, the magical armor created by Master Asmid and Sage Poincar, the dream team.
Which man wouldn't desire the "strongest" power? For Morris, this was his wish, and he was willing to pay any price, willingly stepping into the blood-soaked battlefield.
After finally advancing to become a hero-ranked knight, they told him that he still needed to wait several years before he could be assigned a titled machine, and it wasn't the "black armor" that he loved.
This is intolerable!
"Master... you will surely acknowledge that I am your owner, right?"
"I... am the most excellent... and the most suitable person for you!" With a fanatical expression, Morris reached out and touched the black armor's simulation cockpit.
Like passing through a calm water surface, it was the first time in Morris's life that he entered the interior of a titled machine.
It was a place filled with amber-colored liquid, resembling a cockpit that brought him back to his mother's embrace. Numerous black wires automatically moved from all directions and connected to Morris's body.
The four limbs, heart, and head finally formed a black driving suit on Morris's body.
At the same time, it began.
A lot of electric pulse signals were sent through the black wires, and then washed over Morris's whole body.
Compared to the intense flow of these electric signals, the signal flow of the latest Tiger Magic Armor is like a little stream.
"Hold on... Morris... How can you possess the Overlord if you can't even withstand this signal intensity?" Morris clenched his teeth. If it weren't for successfully advancing into the hero-ranked Field, just enduring this massive signal wash would be a form of torture.
No wonder, until now, no one has passed the synchronization test of the Black Overlord. This furious signal is simply beyond what humans can bear.
That intensity can already be called information pollution.
However, he is different!
He is destined to be the master of the Black Overlord. His body can definitely withstand the intensity of these signals.
For this, he even sacrificed more than ten years of his life to gain the ability to travel through material.
Each time he uses this ability, it consumes his life force. It can be said that he is truly burning his life to reach the presence of the Black Emperor.
"Gudong..." Morris heard the sound of a heartbeat. It wasn't the heartbeat of a human, but rather the pulsating sound of some ancient creature's heart.
Just like in the legends, all titled machines are "alive", symbolizing the highest scientific technology of the Leviathan Empire.
And hearing the heartbeat of a titled machine is the first essential element of synchronization.
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
"I'm right here, right in front of you, oh Black Emperor!" Morris clenched his hands and raised his right hand high, looking up at the enormous figure that appeared in front of him at some unknown time.
Without a doubt, that is the will of the Black King, the embodiment of the most powerful knight titled machine.
A black shadow, taller than ten meters, looked down at Morris and inexplicably showed a look of disdain.
"What?" Morris felt the sense of contempt and rejection. The initial feeling of smooth synchronization began to fade away like the tide, as if all the smooth sailing so far had been false.
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
A large number of snowflakes appeared on Morris' retinas. The black wires that were originally connected to his hero-ranked knight body began to retract and move away from his body.
"Don't go!"
"You belong to me, you are mine!"
"Why, King, do you refuse me!"
"I am the strongest knight among all the testers!"
Morris looked despairingly at the severed neural connections that had abandoned him. Without these black wires extending from the King's interior, any knight dreaming of controlling the magic armor was simply delusional.
The driver of the titled machine truly synchronizes their own body with the magic armor. The higher the synchronization rate, the more the titled machine's power can be unleashed.
And the measure of the synchronization rate is determined by the quantity and perfection of the connected black wires.
Now, Morris has lost the qualification to be connected.
This means that the most powerful titled machine of the Leviathan Empire, the Black King, has completely rejected his request to drive it, and doesn't even consider him worthy of being its knight.
For Morris, this is a despair greater than dying on the battlefield.