This Game Is Too Realistic

Thousands of steps.

In reality, the Warlord would probably have to stop twice halfway.

However, in the game, when he stepped onto the last step, he was so relaxed that he didn't even breathe.

Looking at the old man wearing golden power armor, standing in front of the hall waiting for him, the warlord Yuantou glanced at the numb figures and torches under the steps behind him, and couldn't help but be surprised. He clicked his tongue lightly.

At this time, a calm and kind voice floated over.

"My name is Lei Ze."

"I...pangolin," the warlord looked away from behind and looked at the old man in power armor again. Finally, he couldn't help his curiosity and asked, "Can I ask a question?"

"My age?"

The old man stared at him with eyes full of wisdom, as if he had read through his thoughts.

The warlord nodded and asked simply.

"How old are you?"

Lei Ze raised his gaze slightly, stared at the tall arch and thought for a while before speaking.

"In the 42nd year of the Wasteland Era, we captured the Valeant Laboratory affiliated with the War Construction Committee and obtained all the source code of the Valeant people. This marked that we had completely controlled our own destiny and gained the independence and coveted independence. free."

"It was also at that time that Marshal Jiusius cut my umbilical cord with his own hands and took me out of the broken culture tank... You can do the math for me."

After hearing what the old man said, the battlefield atmosphere team was stunned for a moment.

If he remembered correctly, it was the year 214 of the Wasteland Era.

That is to say...

This old guy is 172 years old? !

Although his age is not a big deal when it comes to a game with a fantasy background, the problem is that the game is too realistic and he accidentally used reality as a reference.

"Are you surprised?"

"Indeed..." After suppressing his surprised expression, Warfield nodded and said with emotion, "You are probably the longest-lived person I have ever seen."

The old man smiled lightly.

"It doesn't matter if you live a long time. It's nothing to show off. What's more, I'm not the one who has lived the longest."

"Are you talking about Lord Marshal?" Warfield Man looked excited, "He is really still alive?"

The respected commander of the Imperial Guard did not answer his words, but turned around and headed towards the main hall.

The warlord quickened his pace, chasing behind the scarlet cloak, and followed the old man into the hall.

Towering marble pillars connect the towering dome to the ground, and magnificent reliefs are engraved on each pillar.

There are no bright red carpets or crosses here.

There are no electrical lighting tools.

The only decorations were milky white marble and utensils made of pure gold.

The Praetorian Guards in golden exoskeletons held up flaming spears as tall as two people and lit the torches embedded in the wall.

Their expressions were solemn and solemn, as if they were performing some sacred ceremony.

As the torches lit up, the originally dark hall was also illuminated by the slowly burning flames.

At this moment, the warlord was surprised to find that there were reliefs carved on the walls on both sides of the hall.

Those reliefs are connected like murals, full of stories, and extend to the end of the hall.

He came to the wall closest to the door and stood there, looking at the reliefs carved on the wall.

I saw three blazing torches standing on the top of the relief, with three powerful arms connected to the handles of the torches.

Those thick arms are like mountains, standing tall and tall. And the flame burning in the torch was as hot as the sun, dispelling the shadows on the ground.

"...This is the post-war Reconstruction Committee period, the 21st year of the Wasteland Era, the beginning of the Velant people's plan and the beginning of their suffering. At this time, it was also the day the Marshal was born...

Arriving next to the warrior, Lei Ze reached out and touched the mural. His eyes seemed to be lost in memories, and he spoke slowly in a gentle and solemn tone.

"The Wastelanders had a mixed reception to them, and we call it the era of the Big Three."

Feeling the weight of history, the warlord swallowed involuntarily.

"...the three giants refer to the Technology Department, the Production Department and the Defense Department?"

"Yes."

The old man nodded slowly, and his gold-plated index finger followed the veins of the marble, down the veins on his arm, and stopped at the black spots as thin as gravel.

At first, Warlander thought they were just colorful embellishments, but it wasn't until he got closer that he realized that those black spots were actually micro-sculptures of prostrate people.

His eyes widened involuntarily.

No wonder he always heard Fang Chang say that these big-nosed people were born artists and engineers, and it would be a waste of their talents to let them go to war.

This stone-carved collar is simply astonishing!

“Thousands of survivors have made the post-war reconstruction committee’s glory possible, just as the hundreds of millions of Awami League citizens have contributed to the prosperity of the Awami League…”

“Yet their greatness is also the most overlooked.”

"In this way, we unknowingly created a monster, fed it, obeyed it, and finally feared it... and were dragged by it onto a path we had never imagined. In the end, almost everyone forgot that we should What to do and what to do.”

Looking at the old man who was trapped in memories, the warlord's Adam's apple moved.

"I remember... the Post-War Reconstruction Committee also saved many people."

Lei Ze nodded slowly and said in a gentle tone.

"You're right. If it doesn't save anyone, why is it called the Post-War Reconstruction Committee and not something else? The fire will burn and it's not something to be grateful for. We have to remember those who survived and those who were killed. Burned to death... This mural only records the history of the Weiland people. I believe there must be other murals in this world, or something similar, that records parts that are different from ours."

The warlord also nodded.

He remembered that there seemed to be a cinema in the inner city of Boulder City, which would show some past history and calculations of future possibilities based on what was happening now.

However, that movie theater had been destroyed by the collapsed building during the Great Revolution in Boulder City.

Unfortunately, he never went there to see it, but only heard it mentioned by the NPC in the game.

Seeing that he did not continue speaking, Lei Ze turned his attention to the reliefs on the marble wall and continued.

"After the final victory, the Villarants built this House of Glory as a gift to the Marshal. And the Marshal ordered us...the Praetorian Guards, his most loyal servants, to bring the Villants People’s history is written on the wall.”

"It's not that we don't have more advanced recording technology, but Lord Juius... our respected marshal said that it is easy to tamper with those illusory lights and shadows, but things carved on stone will not be easily and completely tampered with. of erasure.”

"Even if people who came here after us chipped away the entire wall, the traces of hammering would still seep deep into the root of the wall."

"Unless the person who tampered with it completely destroyed this monument, wiped it completely from the earth, and then built a higher, bigger, and more magnificent fake on the ruins."

With the young man behind him, Lei Ze, who was wearing gold power armor, continued to move forward.

Following behind the old man, the warlord stared intently at the relief on the wall.

He first witnessed the rise of Triumph City, and witnessed the war between the Valantians and mutants and predators... These legendary pasts seemed to have happened somewhere before, and the more he looked at them, the more familiar they seemed.

It wasn't until a certain moment that he suddenly realized that these things had not happened before, but had been happening all along.

Such as the conquest of the city of Aventre.

Those miracles that occupied the League of Nations era, possessing advanced technology and huge wealth, but shut out some of the survivors in the wasteland, are simply carved out of the same mold as the old aristocrats of Boulder City.

But the difference lies here.

The Wilrants who conquered the city of Avente did not ultimately make the same choice as the Alliance.

They put the stingy nobles to death and confiscated the property of the rich, but the poor people did not get any benefits in the end... The Wilantes who conquered the city of Avente regarded them as accomplices and dogs of the nobles, and took all their property away. Foreigners were reduced to slaves.

They conducted a thorough liquidation of the survivors in the city, but left only the problem itself alone.

The casino continued to operate.

In a series of events that took place in the following decades, the Wilantes completely changed from persecuted people to complete persecutors.

The contents on the reliefs became more and more shocking. There was no red on the milky white marble walls, but the paintings were dripping with blood.

Later, a group of people appeared on the relief.

They have no eyes or mouths, and even have their noses cut off, leaving only one ear.

The warlord recognized them, and his expression became astonished.

"That is……"

Lei Ze said in a calm tone.

"Clone trooper, since you have been on the battlefield, you should be familiar with it."

Of course the Warlanders knew them.

Those who grow eight times faster have an average theoretical lifespan of eight years, but their average lifespan on the battlefield is only three years.

During the Battle of Sunset, the Alliance took the surrendered clone soldiers as prisoners, many of whom are still alive today.

They are sterile and have no intact minds, making it almost impossible for them to integrate into civilized society. How to deal with them more humanely, and whether to count them as human beings, has always been a difficult problem for the Alliance Institute of Biology and the Academy of Social Sciences.

Seeing that the young man behind him seemed to be very interested in them, Lei Ze stopped in front of the mural about clones, and after thinking about it for a moment, he spoke.

"We used our own basic source code to create a group of Valantians who were not worthy of us, hoping that they could fight for us... However, it turned out that this was a failed exploration. Sacrifice is not something that can be replaced. Civilization will only move forward after paying a sufficient price.”

A failed quest?

There was a complicated expression on the warlord's face.

In fact, if he were to evaluate them, those clone cannon fodders were still a bit difficult to deal with.

To this day, he still remembers that the Pioneer was once cornered by an army of 2,000 clones. Even the launch of a tactical nuclear bomb did not fundamentally change the situation of the war.

It was not until reinforcements from the Alliance arrived that the entire battle was completely ended.

Of course, they were not called the Alliance at that time, and many things happened later.

"Actually, there's one thing I don't understand...why someone like His Majesty Shuai would approve of technology like cloning human cannon fodder."

Including the massacre of the city of Avente...

Shuai Shuai should still be alive at that time, right?

Looking at the young man with confusion written on his face, Lei Ze just smiled faintly.

"Thinking about the plight of the predecessors from the perspective of future generations will indeed lead to confusions like this... Then I also want to ask you, why do people who are as aboveboard as you manage people use clones as containers?"

The warlord was about to answer, but he suddenly realized something and looked at the old man in golden power armor in astonishment.

Your management...

Did this guy see through his identity? !

Lei Ze glanced at him meaningfully, and those cloudy pupils seemed to penetrate his soul.

"You are too young. You can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me... It was probably more than a hundred years ago, when Commander Julius had not left us. There was a time when I was the one who beat me most often. It’s you guys who are running around here, pangolins? There’s nothing wrong with you calling yourself that, it’s all the same to me.”

Seeing that the old man had already seen through his trick, the warlord was silent for a while and said with a wry smile.

"When did you find out?"

Could it be that a flaw was exposed in Dawn City?

There seemed to be a member of the Praetorian Guard there too, a man named Quaker.

However, when dealing with that guy, he was always very careful, thinking about it, and he didn't reveal any flaws.

"...No need to guess. From the moment you entered Triumph City, I knew who you were and where you came from."

After a pause, Lei Ze continued to talk.

"But you don't need to be nervous. It doesn't matter to me whether you are a shelter resident, a visitor from outside the world, or an alien who can't compete with humans... You are handsome. Sir, I have brought you here, and my mission is complete."

After speaking, he looked at the reliefs on the wall in front of him and continued speaking in a normal tone.

"Mr. Julius is not a perfect saint. He is actually the same as your respected manager. He also has his own feelings, desires and ideas..."

"He will be angry when he is betrayed, and he will be sad when he sees his friends around him dying. Avente City betrayed us, but the residents of Avente City are indeed innocent, and he regretted it afterwards. , and things have already happened, the water that was poured out cannot be put back into the cup, and many things will not be reversed due to personal will. "

"Between the worst and the worse decision, he chose the moment when he thought the damage would be less, allowing time to resolve the conflict between the Wilantes and the old humans, and avoiding the conflict between the Wilantes and the Wilantes. They parted ways. And this is also the reason why Triumph City protects slaves. Before this, foreigners other than the Weiland people had no hope of even becoming captains of thousands. "

"Including the later clone troopers, he hoped that in this way, the Weyland people would bleed less. But when he came to his senses, he suddenly discovered that he had just created a new batch of Weyland people. It doesn’t fundamentally solve the problem.”

"And the sacrifices the Wilant people made for this did not decrease. On the contrary, due to the increase in war potential, more wars were won and more blood was shed."

"And this is what makes him even more painful. He thinks that he is a sinner of the Wilant people and even all mankind. He regrets that his decision-making is extremely stupid, and he is very much like the smart-aleck Lowell in the Far East."

"He wanted to end the Wasteland, but he made himself and his children a part of the Wasteland. Even so, his subordinates still worshiped him, and they worshiped him more and more, even Treat him like a god...including me."

The old man lowered his eyebrows slightly, then opened his eyes again.

"I see all this, whether it's his joy or pain, after all, he always takes me by his side."

"He once asked me if I regretted it, but to this day, my answer is still the same... I will never regret my loyalty to him."

"As the gentleman himself said, no one can live a life without making mistakes, and there has never been a perfect saint in this world. He can predict many things and solve many problems, and he will eventually be there. An unexpected quagmire lurks in front of us all..."

"But there's nothing to be afraid of. We're not even afraid of death, let alone a fall?"

"As he himself once said, as long as we record history honestly and face them openly and openly, the Wilant people are a nation with hope. Sooner or later, we will be able to emerge from our own quagmire. Come out."

When he said this, Lei Ze had a frank expression on his face.

The battlefield atmosphere team's Adam's apple moved and he swallowed lightly.

The ordinary tone seemed to be eloquent, but it seemed as if a heavy epic was unfolding in front of him.

It is impossible to say that there is not the slightest touch in my heart...

As for where the handsome man is, he actually already has the answer in his heart.

"So...Julius Shuai is actually gone a long time ago, right?"

In fact, he had already had a premonition.

"The omnipotent commander in the hearts of the Valantians is actually just an ordinary person born in Wasteland Era 21, not even an awakened one. Many battles have left many incurable hidden diseases on his body. So in the end, he had to wear power armor with a life-support device to stay alive, and he would wake up from pain almost every night..."

"I remember the last time I had dinner with him was in Wasteland 100, at a dinner celebrating victory. He probably wanted to wait until dark, but in the end he couldn't hold on anymore at dusk and hurriedly stayed. After saying his last words, he entered the deepest part of the Glory Academy alone."

"At that time, we didn't know that those were his last words, although I had a premonition...after all, he had been handing over the power bit by bit since a long time ago, and was preparing for what happened after he left. Be prepared.”

This time, Lei Ze finally answered his question head-on, and set his sights on the end of the marble relief - the blank space where no relief had been carved.

"Future history will be written by future generations themselves. In accordance with his last wish, we recorded the events after he left on the wall moment by moment, and followed his will to wait for the arrival of 'that person'."

"...but there's one thing I don't understand," the battlefield atmosphere team took a step forward and couldn't help but ask, "Why did he hide his death?"

Lei Ze did not answer, but turned his attention to the door at the end of the marble relief.

"He's right in front, just ask him directly."

The warrior was stunned for a few seconds, but when he saw the keys and flashlight handed over by the old man, he still reached out and took them.

Arriving at the heavy iron door, he inserted the key and turned the lock.

With a heartbreaking creaking sound, the rusty iron door finally opened.

To his surprise, what caught his eye was not a glorious palace, but a simple room.

The decoration here was very monotonous. If it weren't for a bed, he would never have imagined that this was the place where the admired commander Julius lived. It was more like a storage cabinet.

The dust that hit his face made the warlord frown involuntarily.

There is no electricity here, and there is no such thing as a dormant warehouse.

As for Julius's body, the loyal Praetorian Guards would certainly not let him rot here. They had probably been cremated or placed in an incorruptible coffin.

It's not like no one has been here before, at least the commander of the Reize Corps, who is responsible for keeping the keys and keeping secrets, must have been here.

The warrior turned on the flashlight and took a look around, and was suddenly surprised to find a golden power armor placed in the gap between the bookshelves in the third and fourth rows.

"Young man...the real mission reward is hidden here!?"

Warlander muttered to himself in surprise, stepped through the thick dust on the floor, and arrived in front of the powered armor.

This should be the one Julius wore, and the armor should be made of real gold.

Even after a whole century of baptism, there is not a trace of rust on it.

He reached out and touched the armor, only to see that the helmet's eyepiece suddenly lit up, and the power components inside the armor also made a restarting sound.

And at this moment, a deep voice floated out from the helmet...

"You're here?"

"What the hell?"

Startled by the sudden sound, the warlord took a step back unconsciously.

But he soon discovered that it was the voice recorded in advance.

"I told Lei Ze that if the last wall is used up and the thing I was worried about still hasn't happened, it means everything we did is correct. Then we can just find a place to bury me. ”

"But now that you're here...it seems that what I least expected, but was extremely sure would happen, finally happened."

"Actually, pretending that you are still alive is not a smart decision, but I had no other solution under the circumstances."

"The mission of the Legion is not just to save the people of Wilant, we also shoulder the mission of cleaning up the mess for the People's Federation. I also tried to make the Legion a little normal before I left, but unfortunately I There is not much time left...and once I die, the legion will definitely fall apart, and chaos will swallow up everything we have left in this world."

"I know the Legion is a beast, but it always survives those cannibalistic marauders, mutant hordes, or mutant slime molds that simply can't be called civilized. Maybe one day we will be united by the other survivors. They will be killed or replaced by more advanced and civilized productive forces and production relations, just like the overthrow of the War and Construction Committee... But this day is definitely not now. "

"Winter is over, but chaos and barbarism are not yet... If we die early, a better era will not come. We will fight among ourselves toward a future that is worse and more barbaric than the Stone Age. , and transform into a real beast.”

"I tried to use technical means to extend my life, and lived ten days longer because of it, but the problem was not solved, and my children became more dependent on me. And the power that is ready to move and the ambition that comes with power, It also expands quietly.”

"I have also considered the hibernation capsule, but that is not a good idea, because my death is necessary for the Velant people. An immortal leader will not bring brighter light to his children. The future will only turn them into cold and hard stones in their longing and admiration.”

"Besides, I can't do anything in hibernation, let alone deter those guys who are ready to take action. And when I wake up from hibernation, my resurrection from the dead will bring new troubles."

"In this case, I can only accept being a 'living dead' myself."

"The people of Willant will unite unswervingly in the name of loyalty until we survive the last cold winter. Facing existences that are more barbaric than us, we will be invincible. And the only person who can defeat us must be An existence that is more civilized, more progressive, and more historically necessary than us.”

“There must be someone who will come here from our unconquered land, liberate us from the mission that is becoming a burden and the loyalty that is becoming burdened, and take us and all the other suffering survivors to the new world. "

"I guess when that moment comes, our territory will not be so vast that it cannot include a hundred livable stars. In this case, it is not a big deal to fall before learning the way... Besides, this It’s also our debt to the other survivors.”

"Weilant people should become a part of the world, not the enemy of the world. I believe that since you are standing here, you will understand what I am talking about."

"See this power armor? It's yours now."

"Wear it on your body, pull it out from here, and then tell me those loyal boys. The Legion has brought them to the dawn after the long night. Its historical mission is over! Now they themselves are the sun, they The torch in your hand is the whiteness of the sky!"

"Tell them again that their dear Julius Shuaixiang was 79 years old and died at dusk before nightfall. He went to sleep with a smile on his face. He may have regrets, but he has no regrets. There is no need to miss him, he It is everywhere, never leaves, and has long since become everyone living in this land!”

"Be loyal to your true heart, be loyal to all Wilant people, be loyal to all the survivors who are suffering——"

"That's your loyalty to me!"