This Game Is Too Realistic

The poisonous snake dormant in the cave finally survived the cold winter, just like the bloody bud dormant in Rowell's chest.

Perhaps the Moon King had not thought about harming his descendants, and had even thought about the day when history would judge him... just like the unknown soldier who suddenly woke up and pointed his gun at Rowell in the ice and snow.

However, when they faced the heavy epic, they all softened their hearts without exception.

Whether it’s an emperor or a general, a nobody or a little-known expert, who doesn’t want to leave a fairy tale of truth, goodness and beauty at the end of the story?

Also strive for a good reputation for yourself.

But once your heart softens——

It's too late.

"boom!"

The sudden sound of gunshots gave the festive atmosphere of Mammoth City a hint of sadness and chill.

The passionate young men once again rushed to the front without hesitation, just as their teacher taught them in class, straightening their spines regardless of whether they faced Wu Tuo or Lacy.

People surrounded the Government Office, demanding an explanation.

Their claims were actually beyond reproach, and they did not even make further demands, such as bringing Lacy to court.

However, even if the request is so mild, it is still fatal to the Mammoth Nation.

There is no way, the responsibilities are too concentrated.

There are countless people who are both prosperous and destructive, like grasshoppers strung on a string.

This is destined that the Mammoth Kingdom cannot take a step back in the face of this turbulent wave. Even a small step will be a cliff.

If the same thing happened in the South China Sea Alliance, the worst possible outcome would be to remove Li Minghui.

But this is Mammoth Country.

Once Lacy is dismissed from class, the first to be liquidated will be the stormtroopers, and the last will be his henchmen...

It will not be a matter of a few people becoming kings and emperors, but the scattered sand will have to be broken into several pieces, and the rolling heads will have to build another unattainable dam on the Tasang River!

Without even saying a word, the troops stationed in the city had already taken the lead in attacking.

No matter what, they couldn't let the crowd rush into the government hall, no matter the cost.

Those children are too young and have not yet learned to express their demands tactfully, and the Mammoth Country authorities have not had enough time to learn the skills to deal with public opinion incidents.

The soldiers fired warning shots in the sky, but no one gave in. Then someone almost fell down, and then no matter how many reasons they had, they couldn't explain it clearly.

Seeing the children slumped on the ground, the fathers who came from overseas to work were also angry. Eventually, the conflict turned into a bigger storm, which almost affected the Silver Moon Goddess Church in the diocese.

There is no right or wrong in the whole incident.

There is only a price.

When everyone suddenly realized it, even those who did not eat soil suddenly saw that their heels were already submerged in that inch of red soil - that dazzling history like blood.

Just as countless Kents expected, the miracle in Boulder City did not happen in Mammoth City.

Looking at the telegrams and newspapers sent from the rear at the same time, Lacy, who was fighting with the remnants of the Southern Army on the front line, was no longer angry, but his whole body was shaking with anger.

"That's nonsense! I'm...bastard! Damn it!"

He suddenly realized that he couldn't even explain why.

It is true that he blew up the dam, but he did not expect that the entire village of Xiajuan would be destroyed in the end, and he later tried his best to make up for those people.

It would have been fine if this matter had been admitted at the time. At that time, everyone was looking down upon human life, and even the "Imperial God of War" Alaya was killing people. What could a group of half-asleep people do?

Maybe you will think that he is magnanimous and a real villain.

Later, as long as he becomes a "prodigal son" and builds a new dam... Just like what he has done, everyone will praise him as a daring man who dares to take responsibility.

But it's too late to say anything now.

His enemies exposed this matter for him, and they did so with added fuel and jealousy. The most shameless method was to deduce the cause from the result. Even the later idea of ​​"working overseas" was It has become a big game played by the flood.

At this moment, he was like an angry lion, with sharp teeth and claws, but he didn't know who to attack.

This is also inevitable.

What he is good at is what Absak is not good at, and what Absak is good at is naturally what he is not good at.

Seeing the mad marshal and commander, the staff in the military tent persuaded you.

"The war is not over yet. We can't let these people mess around. In short, let's impose martial law first! There are also overseas workers who are temporarily suspended."

After a pause, he said again.

"In addition, if the other party published it in the newspaper, we will also publish it in the newspaper to clarify!"

This is a stopgap measure.

But since he has been shot, he must first bandage the wound before doing anything else.

But it's a pity that this staff officer is young after all. Once he does this, he will fall into a spiral of spreading rumors and refuting rumors... not to mention that their butts are not clean to begin with.

Even if the dam bombing was a secret of the stormtroopers, only Shava and other senior officials knew about it, but after seeing Lacy's reaction, all the officers basically knew it.

Even if the truth in the newspaper is watered down, one of the ten lies will really not escape.

In fact, the most efficient way is to deal with it coldly. First, cover the mouths of those scoundrels, and then put a more exaggerated message to divert attention. After everyone has forgotten what the original conflict was, then gradually shape the correct memory. .

For example, Lacy's original intention was to protect the dam from being bombed by stray bombs, but he framed the soldiers and carried out the wrong order. Another example is that Xiaobing did not execute the task wrong at all, because no one gave the order. The dam was in disrepair for a long time, and his liver and gallbladder were shattered by Bamut's 100mm cannon... After all, the quality of the Xilan Empire's projects is the same as the empire itself. It can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be played with.

But there are some things that you just don’t understand if you don’t understand them.

Those buried in the red soil can only serve as nourishment for those who come after them, allowing them to absorb the dross from the red soil.

Lacy gritted her teeth and nodded, finally giving the order.

"Martial law!"

In fact, until now, no one in the military tent thought this was a big deal, and they only felt sorry for the future pillars who died in the conflict.

They spent a lot of money to train those children.

Including Lacy himself, he only regards those fools who cause trouble as the elders of the Moon Clan Resistance Army. After all, the person who has always been opposite him is this kind of clown-like character.

However, he himself also forgot that those clowns didn't even dare to resist.

The people who resisted him this time dared to bleed.

Looking at Lacy who was silently staring at the frontline map, the officers at the command table exchanged glances and started talking in low voices.

"Could it be Absek's fault?"

"Isn't Shawar in the Great Rift Valley? Let him ask."

"Huh...will people tell you the truth?"

"If it's really they who instigated it, I'm afraid they're going to fight! You have to be on guard!"

On the other side, in the middle of Yangzhou, at the forefront of the confrontation between the Northern Field Army and the Southern Army of Borneo, Isher held up his binoculars and looked at the enemy's position with a lot of thoughts.

I remember that at that time, I was still moving boxes on the dock of the Southern Army, but now I have become the gravedigger of the Southern Army.

Really everything is unpredictable.

At this time, an officer came up behind him and reported.

"Lasi's troops are gathering behind us."

After putting an end to his wandering thoughts, Isher put down his telescope and sighed.

"Are they taking any further steps?"

The officer shook his head.

"no."

After pondering for a long time, Isher gave the order.

"Let Jokal lead his 110,000 troops...to take over my position. Don't forget to rush forward! Focus on defense."

After a pause, he said again.

"Also, inform the brothers in the 30,000th Team to let me see what this Lacy is going to do!"

Originally, he planned to ask Yokal to be wary of Lacy, but when he thought that Yokal had a bad temper and was impulsive, he gave up the idea.

Don't let the other side not want to fight at that time, but end up wiping the gun on your side first and misfiring.

Another thing, if there is a fight, that reckless man Yokal is no match for Lacy.

It's not that he's bragging.

In the entire Borneo Kingdom, I am afraid that only my own bounty can compare with Lashi.

This is recognition from the enemy.

At the same time, the front line of the confrontation.

Ross, who had been promoted from captain of thousands to captain of ten thousand, also stood at the observation post, staring at the opposite position meticulously.

After several rounds of confrontations, he was basically certain that the person standing in front of him was the "Jungle Rat" with a bounty approaching tens of millions of dinars, the most intelligent general in Borneo!

Thinking of this, Rose's lips couldn't help but curl up with a hint of self-mockery.

When he first set foot in Saifan Port, he only felt contempt and anger in his heart when he looked at the Borneo people who would rather dig a hole to bury themselves than dare to resist, but were harsh and vicious in front of their compatriots.

At that time, he would never have imagined that such a bunch of embarrassing little mice would become stronger and stronger as they fought, and even a few talents would emerge who would be troublesome even for an officer with a professional background like himself...

Thinking about it carefully, I have actually met that Isher, even only a dozen steps away.

He couldn't help but half-jokingly thinking that if he had fired a shot at that time, he might have changed history...

But this can only be thought of as a joke.

Even if there is no "jungle rat", there will be "jungle snake" or "jungle bird", or even the more difficult "jungle cat" and "jungle tiger".

At this point, he could no longer figure out how to help the Southern Army win a victory. He just wanted to have a good fight, and Marshal Julius offered his last loyalty.

But for some reason, the opponent who was so aggressive suddenly seemed to wither.

What are they waiting for?

Rose frowned, his thoughts tangled together like a tangled hemp rope.

At this time, his adjutant walked into the observation post and handed a secret message into his hand with a serious expression.

Ross took the sealed message and glanced at it hastily, his expression was astonished.

[The 170,000th Army is listening to the order. The 30,000th Army of Borneo will change defense with the 110,000th Army at 10:00 today. At that time, there will be people holding the flag of the 110,000th Army going up the mountain. The entire army is not allowed to open fire. , this person surrenders immediately! The Emperor of the Eastern Empire promises to keep your family safe. 】

[——Northern Front Commander, Captain Oletwan]

His lips trembled, he took a deep breath, his eyes were blood red, and he wanted to tear the telegram into pieces.

traitor!

The lackey who lives an ignoble existence!

They hide in caves, eat insects, and expand territory for the legion! But we have been waiting for such a conclusion!

He clenched the telegraph newspaper tightly in his hand, and at this moment, he noticed that the adjutant in front of him also had red eyes like his.

Seeing the hand on the gun, Ross understood everything in an instant.

Not everyone wants to shed the last drop of blood for the Legion...

They had accompanied him to charge again and again, but this time they couldn't.

The Legion is finished.

"...Do you miss the Yi family?"

The adjutant said nothing, only looked at him with red eyes, and then nodded.

"The soldiers all miss the Yi family... Their families are in Yongye Port, and your wife must be there too."

Ross took a deep breath, sat on the chair, and gently put the telegram aside.

He did think of Demi and his children... That was something he had never wanted to think about, because once he thought of these, he would remember that he was a human being, not a beast.

Once the box of memory was opened, he remembered many things in an instant.

Including the promise he made to his wife and children before leaving——

He set foot on Borneo Province to protect the Valeant people, and he will bring honor to the Qi family.

Although most of these promises cannot be fulfilled, there is at least one thing that he can fulfill...

"I understand...I will take you to the Yi family."

Looking at the nodding commander, the adjutant stood at attention with red eyes and made a military salute.

"Thank you……"

Ross smiled weakly and looked at the emerald green mountains outside the observation post.

It’s over…

"Don't thank me, I owe you this."

At the same time that he put down his obsession, the positions of the Borneo Northern Field Army were being intensively changed.

In order to guard against Lassi's backstabbing, Isher handed over the front line to Yokal and personally led his troops to the west bank of the Tasan River to guard against changes in the Mammoth Kingdom's military dispatch.

Due to the tense atmosphere between the two sides, the ferries in the Tasang River Basin were forced to close, and the not-so-wide dirt roads were filled with migrating horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts.

There were also a few cars mixed in among them.

Unfortunately, Niyang, who was rushing to the front line, was stuck in one of the cars...

On the other side, Yokal, who took over the defense zone, was eager to have a big fight when a basin of cold water was suddenly poured on his head.

That was a secret message from the family association——

[The northern front of the Southern Army Corps in the Borneo Theater has surrendered. After the 30,000-man unit is transferred and deployed, you will go up to the mountain with the military flag to accept the surrender of the remaining Southern Army Corps. Don't forget to misfire, and don't remember to hurt the prisoners of war! 】

[——Commander-in-Chief of the Gray Wolf Army, Gopal]

"You fucking win?"

Holding the telegram tightly in his hand, Yokal's eyes were red.

This bunch of bastard Weiland people came to their land to kill people. He had saved dozens of field cannons, and he hadn't had the pleasure of killing them all. The gang decided to stop fighting if they said they wouldn't. , It’s really unreasonable!

He lost his temper for a long time, but after all, he was a person who took the overall situation into consideration, and finally swallowed his breath.

The officer who sent the telegram also breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he still had a second "secret message" in his hand, which was a message passed down by Savatyan, the leader of the family association.

If you accuse Yokal of disregarding the overall situation and putting the safety of thousands of people in Borneo into danger, you can fire the first shot!

At the same time, outside the cave in Snake State, Zaid, who was wearing leather shoes, lit up a Ricker that he had been reluctant to smoke, and looked at the clouds in the sky with high spirits.

The sun is shining brightly today, and the clouds are like snow.

Because just now, he had finished his last move and killed two kings with just one move.

"This Lashi compares himself to the Great Moon King, but I think he looks like a crazy donkey, haha."

He suddenly thought of an old friend, the little girl who was as innocent as if she was soaked in a honey pot.

That guy won too easily, but he felt that victory was a matter of course.

Gopal, standing next to him, laughed.

"That's right, who can compare with you?"

Great revenge must be avenged!

Gopal felt so happy that he suddenly felt that those squeaking mice were not so annoying anymore.

Those Born people once ruthlessly abandoned them, drowned them into the eternal river, and trampled them into the garbage heap, but in the end they still stayed by their side obediently.

My body is quite honest.

For the sake of becoming the "Wolf King", I won't kill them for now!

As if he had read Gopal's thoughts, Zaid smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, you can't be soft-hearted, don't let your chain slip at the last moment. Kill when you need to kill, kill when you should kill, it's better to kill more than less... You should remember the code name of this operation, and kill them all. All right!"

Putting away the trace of kindness and kindness, Gopal smiled cheerfully.

"According to the order!"

He couldn't read that thick epic before, but now he finally understands why none of the thirteen kings were a match for the Great Moon King. They had strong soldiers and horses but were killed to pieces, and why the Great Moon King was not smart in losing to him in the end. It's crazy.

But it doesn’t matter.

They will plug the last loophole that Rowell didn't think of for the short-lived Wu Tuo...

In the cave behind the two of them, Sawa was standing on the stage with a sad face, facing faces filled with indignation, mourning for his family members who died at the gunpoint of Lacy.

"...We deeply mourn the loss of our families in the fight against evil forces, and we will never give up fighting to the end for the coming of this era!"

"They will never die!"

The memory of the second massacre in Saipan Port has appeared in front of everyone's eyes again. This time they massacred them, and they have changed from the Weirant people to some arrogant "Moon King".

Life or death is imminent, and now we have to fight.

It is not only the Borneo people who are recalling the painful memories, but also the people of Weiland who are in Saifan Port.

The 800,000-strong Curry Army of Borneo has gone north, and its reputation has risen like a tiger. General Grove, the "Iron General", has been prestigious for several months. Gibson was beaten to the point where he fled with his head in his arms.

This guy suffered a defeat at the hands of the Alliance before, and now he lost to the Borneos, which can be regarded as humiliating the Weirant people.

However, he was not unjust in losing, especially when he saw the Conquerors, Tanks, and Mercedes-Benzes in the wilderness, he was so angry that he almost bled from all his orifices. He wished he could pull out everyone in the entire logistics department and shoot them one by one!

No matter what, if you lose, you lose.

Not to mention how panicked the "false emperor" Akbar and his slaves were, their panic was of no importance. The chief gentleman of the Great Rift Valley did not even send him an invitation letter.

Even though he is the king of tens of millions of people in name, in the eyes of the Great Rift Valley, he is not even comparable to the clown of Dam City.

Seeing that envelope floating from the front line, the tragic news that could no longer be suppressed, all the people in West Sailor Port were panicked, and they wanted to jump into the sea immediately to get out of this "port of death"!

No one can be sure whether this Absek will be like his old boss Janusz and let the 800,000 troops slaughter the entire city.

Just when they were extremely frightened, the Eastern Empire suddenly extended an olive branch to them.

Rather than staying in Saifan Port and waiting to die, it is better to get on the Eastern Empire's ship and go to Saifan Port...

The Eastern Empire does not have a fleet, but the Continental Federation does, and there are quite a few of them.

For the sake of the friendship between compatriots and a huge sum of money, the federal fleet, which had just gone to the Whirlpool Sea to put out the fire, turned a corner and went to the Borneo Sea again, bringing the people who were looking forward to it to the Eastern Empire for them. Prepare for your hometown...

…

At the same time, in the southwest corner of the Dzolbar Mountains, a small but promising seaport was sitting on the barren land.

Carrying large and small bags, people stood on the street and received their tents with the help of soldiers from the Eastern Empire.

This is the "Vailante Experience".

When the bailiffs introduced a series of resettlement measures in response to the deadly agent, they were obviously copied by the Eastern Empire.

If Marshal Juius was still alive, he would be pleased by this scene, and maybe he would change his view of Rowell.

It has been a century since the Weirant people who "thought about change" gained the ability to learn, and it was because of the survivors of Borneo Province.

If this is regarded as a big game of chess, Rowell must have calculated correctly that the War Construction Committee would bring out the Weilant people, and in order to save the Weilant people who were not yet born, he deliberately brought out the red clay!

The image instantly became more radiant.

Standing on the bare pier, Captain Ollet was carrying his luggage with a haggard look on his face.

When he sent the secret message to the front line, he had already boarded the East Empire ship, which was already in the northwest corner of the war zone, and arrived at the seaport prepared by the East Empire for receiving war supplies with the confidential documents of the Northern Front.

Thinking about it carefully, this might be the reason why Saren didn't send troops to help them.

That guy has long coveted their wealth.

Just like they covet the treasures of the civil service group...

Looking at General McClun standing at the port, Captain Olet Wan smiled bitterly as he understood everything.

"...We have exhausted all Tier's agencies, but we didn't expect to become your wedding dress."

Looking at this guy who was once so high-spirited in front of him, McClun laughed as he smoked a cigar.

"Haha, you look down on your weak opponents, but you can't afford to lose when you meet someone stronger than you?"

If you want to compete with the masters, don't you ask for it yourself?

But McClung didn't taunt him.

To be honest, from the perspective of a commander, he was only 60% sure of his judgment.

It is not that the Southern Army has no chance of winning, and the Alliance is not certain to win.

If Gu Ang is replaced by Ge Fen, who has learned the alliance's methods, the Southern Legion's winning rate will be at least 60%.

But how could a dead person climb out of a coffin?

The death of General Krass and General Griffin completely awakened him. The legion was destined to be unable to learn from the experience of defeat, and it would never be possible to win from one defeat to the next.

They can either march all the way to the final victory, or they can only lose one after another.

From this perspective, the collapse of the Legion is indeed destined.

They can win many times, but they can't get up after losing once...

Looking at McClun who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Olette shook his head.

"I didn't mean that... I just occasionally wonder if we can win the alliance if we unite."

General McClung said calmly.

"If the sun changes from one to two, can the wasteland be saved? Why do you think it is impossible?"

Captain Olet was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile.

"That's right..."

After stopping for a long time, he couldn't help but say something.

"By the way, my business..."

McClung knew what he was going to say and said it succinctly.

"Don't worry, His Majesty Saren is a man of his word. He said he would save your life, and he will save your life. This is one of the reasons why he can become the winner."

Hearing the sarcasm in that tone, Olet said with a wry smile.

"Looking at it this way...it's true that we lost unjustly."

After a moment of silence, he suddenly became worried about his old leader again and couldn't help but ask you.

"...What about Gu An'ang?"

"You're already standing here, are you still asking such a stupid question?" McClung smoked a cigar and smiled meaningfully at him, "You don't think everyone can go ashore, do you?"

"That's right..." Olet's Adam's apple moved and he swallowed the saliva.

McClung patted the officer on the shoulder.

"We gave him a choice. He can sit in his office and think about it slowly. He is not like someone who can only stay in a bunker and suffer a stroke... be content."

…

In the Great Rift Valley, the door of a certain conference room was tightly closed. The imperial guards of Triumph City and the imperial guards of Dawn City stood on both sides, one on the left and the other on the left.

The powered armor they wore were completely different in terms of model and painting, but the majesty and awe-inspiring look were the same.

At this moment, there are two big guys sitting in the conference room. There is no need to mention their identities.

Almost everyone passing by the conference room door could smell the tense atmosphere through the cracks in the door.

In the corridor not far away, two leaders of the survivor settlement from Yunjian Province were intentionally or unintentionally directing their gaze towards the door.

In Yunjian Province, the two of them were considered powerful, but here they were like ants when all the heroes gathered together.

The world is too big.

Not only Ideal City, the dragon that is opening its eyes, but also the Alliance, the dragon knight.

Although it is a bit disrespectful to think so, it is just such an exaggeration.

Three days ago, all the wastelanders in Yunjian Province were counting on the ideal city.

Now, due to the emergence of the Alliance, their business territory has expanded to the entire wasteland.

The light emitted by the blazing fire has gradually covered the lighthouse. The descendants of the colony ship Zhiyuan and Shelter 6 have lived up to the original great ideal.

Of course, such a grand narrative is too far away for the two people standing here.

They just want to see what news that door can reveal and analyze which stock will rise on the Ideal City Stock Exchange or the Dawn City Stock Exchange.

It's a superficial idea, isn't it?

But it is extremely realistic.

The living standards of Ideal City residents are closely related to the stock prices of major corporate groups. The survivors of Yunjian Province have most of their wealth pinned on the stocks of major corporate groups.

It's a pity that the Great Rift Valley has kept the privacy of the participants extremely confidential. No "known" technical means can penetrate that door and obtain the information inside.

Coupled with the safety guarantee provided by the Holy Shield, it can be said to be the safest place in the entire wasteland.

Even safer than a shelter.

The taller man seemed a little impatient and looked at the man wearing glasses.

This person is both his business partner and his strategic ally in regional affairs.

"What do you think they would talk about?"

The man wearing glasses stared at the door intently, not wanting to interrupt for a moment.

"I don't know, but I will know soon."

The tall man was stunned for a moment.

"Right away?"

After this discussion, can we still hold a press conference?

Glancing at this unfamiliar guy, the man wearing glasses chuckled.

"Expressions, movements, gait, demeanor, and even the order in which you go out... these are all information. People are still human after all, and they cannot be as flawless as bionic people."

He has turned on the AR glasses and behavioral analysis system.

By the way, he bought this set of hardware and software from Ideal City.

The tall man gave a thumbs up with a look of admiration on his face, feeling ashamed of himself.

"You are so professional!"

The tightly closed door of the conference room affects everyone's heartbeat. This is far more worthy of attention than the rotten sesame things in Dam City.

Whether the two fists of the east and west touch or hold together determines the fate of the entire Central Continent.

At this moment, the tightly closed door suddenly opened with a bang.

Seeing the two big guys walking out from behind the door talking and laughing, almost everyone watching here breathed a sigh of relief.

Some people sighed.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

The Valeant people's governor and the alliance's administrators had a good talk, and Triumph City and Dawn City reached an agreement on ending the Wasteland Era!

This is a very good sign.

The man wearing glasses clenched his fists excitedly, already foreseeing in his mind the headlines that might appear in the newspaper tomorrow!

But at this moment, he couldn't help but froze again when he saw the two power armors, one blue and one gold.

According to the gait analysis software, the relationship between the two people was labeled as "father and son".

"What the hell..."

Annoyed, he took off his glasses and poked the restart button, but when he tried to turn on the phone, it couldn't, as if he had been hit by an electromagnetic pulse.

But no matter what, the results are good.

This planet with only one breath left can no longer sustain a second war...

On the other side, immediately behind Shava, the leader of the Mammoth Nation's Stormtroopers, Mayor Odo of the Free State also finished his meeting with the Chief of the Great Rift Valley and walked out of the room with a complicated expression.

His expression couldn't be told whether he was frustrated or annoyed, but also seemed to be a little relieved.

The chief said that he had been watching him all the time, ever since before the birth of the Firestone Group, and that he had a panoramic view of their joys and worries, or knew them very well.

This sounds a bit scary.

But when he thought about it carefully, the Firestone Group was monitoring them anyway, and their privacy had long been turned into a sieve full of holes. Otto suddenly felt that it was not so scary.

At least the Rift Valley didn't hurt them.

It was true before and it is true now.

In fact, for the first time, the old man didn't count his own sheep and gave him the answer.

"... You all have a bright future, whether you are a resident of the southern part of the River Valley Province or a resident of the northern part of the River Valley Province."

"Weillant and the Borneo are two sides of the coin. They are each other's old enemy and each other's salvation. Now this coin is about to fall to the ground. When the dust settles, everything will end, no matter whether the final outcome is for everyone. Satisfied.”

"You are more lucky than them, because the young man who saved the coins did not throw you into the sky, but gave you enough time to slowly wake up from a nightmare that lasted for two hundred years. And gradually realized that the essence of the nightmare is not me, a bad old man, nor money, nor even the power behind money, but yourselves - your own hearts. "

"So don't ask me what to do, ask yourself, are you afraid that Sigma will fall from the sky? This child has not inherited anything from anyone, not even from you guys in formal suits. You look down on the slums. Do you think that without him, everything will be fine? If you really think so, no one can save you."

"This is not a riddle."

"But be happy, you are unlikely to have a worse ending than Boulder City, but how good it can be still depends on your own efforts."

After arriving in the room, Odo tossed and turned all night, thinking about the ending of the previous mayor, and thinking about Kondra who was sitting in the interrogation room and threatened to plant the seeds of fear in his heart, and finally fell asleep unknowingly. Awakened by nightmare again.

Looking at the rising sun outside the window, he felt a sense of enlightenment and made up his mind.

"...The nightmare lives in the heart of every Bugla person. The only way to wake up from the nightmare is to put it in a cage. No one can take it as their own."

In this way, as the mayor of Bugla, there is only one thing left for him to do...

Same as Boulder.

He wants to stand with all the people of Bugra who have had enough of the mess!

Thinking of the old man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, a sense of gratitude suddenly welled up in his heart.

They are free——

And it always has been!

Respected Mr. Chief gave them the opportunity to change their destiny!

In two hours, it’s time to decide the fate of the Wasteland Era!

Soon the first "Human Conference" will kick off under the spotlight!

Fortunately, he realized all this before it was too late.

Even if it was two hours before the end...

…

At the same time, on the apron of the Great Rift Valley, a steel airship slowly landed in the pod.

People standing around the tarmac tensed up and stared at the man who came out of the pod.

He was wearing an armor made of pure gold, and it was different from the one worn by the Archdeacon of Triumph City. This thing had no power components from head to toe.

In other words, the Emperor of the Eastern Empire was able to support this armor weighing nearly a ton entirely by relying on his muscle strength!

This guy can be considered a ruthless person if he can walk off the tarmac as if on flat ground!

Looking at Chu Guang, who was wearing blue power armor, Saren had a bright smile on his face and opened his arms exaggeratedly.

"Haha! Stay safe, dear alliance manager!"

"We finally meet in reality!"