I'll kill you after I finish this game!

"Woman, what's your name?"

Looking at the white-haired girl with a gentle smile in front of him, Wilhelm's expression turned serious, and he asked her a question.

The woman in front of me is useful; my intuition is correct.

Since it's similar to him, it means it's very suitable for his soul.

Therefore, Wilhelm wanted to use this soul for his own purposes. Since he felt that he had saved her, he also had the right to do whatever he wanted with her.

“I am a member of the Warsaw Garrison Nursing Regiment. My name is Claudia Jerusalem, and I am a nun. What about you?”

The appearance of a nun on the battlefield was surprising, but also quite normal.

After all, while the main part of the battlefield is fighting, the presence of logistical and medical personnel is also essential in order to achieve victory and continue fighting.

Taking care of the wounded is not a job that a rough man can do, which is why Claudia, a woman, took on this job.

“I am Wilhelm Ehrenburg, your benefactor.”

Regardless of what the other person did, Wilhelm simply remembered the girl's name, then calmly watched her extend her hand and said, "Come with me. You'll stay with me for now; I'm leaving."

Amidst the flames of the Warsaw ruins, Claudia grasped Wilhelm's outstretched hand without hesitation.

For some reason, the two of them felt a sense of déjà vu as they held each other's hands.

Claudia felt that the man in front of her was someone she was destined to meet.

Wilhelm, however, didn't think too much about it. Reinhardt had already issued the summons, and he needed to go back with the other members of the Black Round Table.

On the way back, I happened to bring Claudia along.

As for the purpose of bringing this woman back with us? That's simple: we'll devour her when she's ready.

Since it is a soul that is similar to and compatible with oneself, there is nothing more suitable than this offering.

Simply accumulating soul points is no longer enough to become stronger, so you can no longer rely too much on soul points during battles.

Since we can no longer achieve 'quantity', let's focus on 'quality'.

Claudia's existence satisfies the requirement of 'quality'.

Every person's soul is different; if we were to compare it to fuel, ordinary oil simply cannot compare to the fuel of a jet engine.

Explosive power, efficiency, density, precision, quality, and so on are what Wilhelm needs to improve.

The power of one hundred souls is one hundred units of combat strength, but if one soul can unleash a combat strength of one thousand, that would be fantastic for Wilhelm.

Wilhelm defined Claudia as a soulmate who matched him. Whether it was intuition or instinct, or perhaps Wilhelm chose her because he sympathized with her for having the same albinism as him.

Besides, this woman wouldn't survive on the battlefield anyway, so what I did was just give her another way to die.

.........

Many viewers felt a sense of familiarity with Wilhelm and Claudia's encounter, and then recalled the girl who accompanied him after the fifth day of reincarnation.

Countless spectators in the church still remember Wilhelm and the white-haired girl as lovers.

But that belongs to the afterlife of the fifth day, while the origin of these two souls belongs to the fourth day.

Many viewers are curious about the past life of the couple who were on the fifth day, and what their situation is now on the fourth day.

Many viewers are familiar with Wilhelm.

A guy with obvious thuggish traits, and after seeing the other person's past, he gave the audience the impression of a madman.

Nowadays, the videos shown to countless viewers are all about wars that have affected most of the world.

What's most captivating is that whenever someone dies on the battlefield, their soul can be clearly seen being absorbed by a force in the video.

Today is August 8, 1944, and the fierce and relentless war has continued to this day.

A new battle unfolds near the town of Synciax, and two familiar faces catch the eye of countless viewers.

Rhodes and Michelle were inside the tank, working methodically as cogs in the machine of war.

The Tiger tank, after being enchanted by the Germans, requires a crew of five: commander, gunner, loader, driver, and co-driver.

Rhodes was the co-pilot, while his friend Michelle was the one actually driving the tank.

The tanks they drove achieved remarkable results, as evidenced by the medals Michel received.

"Buzz!"

On the road from the town of Synciax to Caen, where Michel's tank unit was traveling, a very ominous sound suddenly came from the air, and it could be heard even inside the tanks.

At that moment, everyone inside the tank felt a sensation that stretched out indefinitely.

Because they were all very familiar with that sound; it was the sound of a bomber diving towards the ground.

And this was the last sound that everyone except Michelle and Rhodes heard.

"boom!!!"

The bombs dropped by the bomber landed precisely on the top of the tank. The powerful shockwave from the explosion turned the entire tank into a scrap metal coffin.

The tank was engulfed in flames. Rhodes and Michelle were still alive, but they were blown beyond recognition and were on their deathbeds.

As for the others inside the tank, they had already died during the bombing.

This was considered lucky; death was instantaneous without even pain, unlike Rhodes and Michelle, who were being consumed and burned by the flames.

“...Luo..."

“...Mille.....…”

In the eyes of countless viewers, the two soldiers inside the burning tank, blown beyond recognition, tried to call out the name of their comrade in their final moments, but even their voices became incredibly hoarse.

The sound perfectly encapsulated their dire situation.

Incredulity, unexpected helplessness.

It all happened so suddenly and so easily.

Even those who were known as veterans of countless battles and were revered as the gods of Tiger tank warfare were helpless.

The defeat came so suddenly that it gave no one a chance to react or prepare.

This is perhaps a typical example of reality, which is why Michelle and Rhodes, who were on their deathbeds, had an unreal illusion.

'Am I going to die?'

These thoughts surfaced together in their minds, and a deep longing for reality and life welled up in their hearts.

Facing imminent death, the flashbacks of one's life seem to appear before one's eyes in an instant.

Such memories may be a way to help oneself accept one's own death and the end of one's life. Even if one cannot accept it wholeheartedly, at least one can understand it all.

In order to capture that elusive yet unmissable sense of reality at the final moment of life.

The moment before death is being prolonged.

However, in the eyes of countless viewers, the souls of these two people had also begun to fly towards the sky above the battlefield.

It is distinctly different from other souls. When other souls ascend to heaven, what is presented to countless viewers is a beam of light like a firefly flying by.

Rhodes and Michelle's souls ascended to heaven, transforming into two enormous pillars of soul light.

Its quality is on a completely different level from other souls; it clearly shows a difference from other souls.

This light exists in a realm beyond reality; ordinary people cannot see such a sight.

As the video went dark, the scene before the eyes of countless viewers switched to another person's perspective.

On the eve of the war, Michelle sat alone next to a tank, sipping water intermittently, watching his comrades rest and regroup with a blank and calm gaze.

Just then, Rhodes came up to him with two bottles of wine, looked at him helplessly, and said:

"What are you doing standing here in a daze? We're going back into the war tomorrow, don't you want to have a drink?"

"...I need to stay sober. You can have a good time getting drunk on the eve of the war, but I can't."

Although Michelle said that, she couldn't help but glance at the wine in her best friend's hand a couple of times.

After all, men like him who live in war also need comfort, whether it's cigarettes, alcohol, or women.

Michelle wasn't very interested in women, but she was quite adept at smoking and drinking.

"Ah...we're the kind of guys who feel like we've won the lottery if we can live even a second longer. If we die in battle tomorrow, will we regret not having had a sip of wine today?"

Rhodes sat down next to Michelle with a carefree smile on his face. He handed a bottle of wine to his friend and then started drinking himself.

Rhodes didn't urge Michelle to drink; whether or not she drank the wine was entirely up to her.

“…Death is instantaneous, and it probably won’t give you time to reminisce or regret.” Looking at the bottle of wine in her arms, Michelle sighed helplessly and refuted Rhodes’s statement.

After all, he had witnessed too much death, whether from enemies or comrades. To be able to recall the past when death was imminent was a luxury, and to be able to utter his last words was already a great blessing.

"The hero who was awarded the Iron Cross is too used to the atmosphere of the battlefield. He will not be able to adapt to a peaceful environment."

Rhodes took a sip of his drink and said with some concern and worry about his close friend's serious demeanor.

The wounds suffered on the battlefield are not only physical, but also psychological.

He discovered that his friend was too adapted to the battlefield, to the point where he could only survive on the battlefield.

Michel believed he was merely a piece of steel, a cog in the machine of war.

"...I never thought about peaceful life after the war. You always showed me the daily life of ordinary people, which would have made me feel vulnerable in the past."

"what about now?"

"I've gotten used to your presence. As long as you're here, I think I can adapt to the life you yearn for."

"Eek—please don't say such misleading things with that expression and tone. When we were in Berlin, my friends all thought you and I were gay."

"........"

Michelle turned his head expressionlessly to look at Rhodes, who was rubbing his arm in disbelief. For a moment, he wanted to smash the bottle in his hand on the bastard's head and make him bleed.

However, he suppressed the thought and, feeling sullen, Michel no longer cared about being sober or not. He simply pulled the cork off the bottle with his bare hands and started drinking the wine in big gulps.

After all, this little bit of alcohol isn't enough to get him drunk or make him feel very intoxicated.

Feeling the liquor flow down his throat, Michelle spoke in a deep voice, asking in return:

"Don't just talk about me. Since you yearn for a peaceful life so much, how come you can adapt to the turbulent battlefield?"

"Because struggle is also a part of life, it's just a bigger one. I won't run away, I'll just face it."