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“Break, I know Lyon intended to groom you by appointing you as my bodyguard. I understand that, but what is a soldier's duty?!”

"Report! Obey orders!"

Bree answered loudly with his chest out and head held high, but there was still a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Alright, Bree. Go and upload the pre-battle instructions to the communications of every soldier and officer. Also, give you another order: if anything goes wrong on the battlefield, report it immediately and request reinforcements."

"Yes, General."

After Norris saw that Bree had agreed, he nodded and waved for him to leave, while he went alone to the warehouse to put on a set of individual combat equipment.

For veterans like Norris, a battlefield isn't a real battlefield unless you personally go there.

Back in the command room, Bree was immediately greeted by questions from fellow members of the Saintess Guard.

"Bree, what did General Norris say?"

"General Norris said to upload the notes again. However, I think it's better to stick to what the captain said before."

After speaking, Breu looked at his former comrade with expectant eyes.

"I think the same way you do, except..."

However, making decisions contrary to Norris's orders will inevitably lead to punishment, regardless of the final outcome.

However, if we follow Norris's original plan, it would undoubtedly cause a lot of casualties, although those casualties have not yet arrived.

“I know the consequences, but the captain said that when we are at war, we should think of our own people first. After all, if our comrades die, their parents, lovers, children and friends will be heartbroken.”

As Breeze finished speaking, Dunbar, who was serving as the deputy commander in this war, stepped forward.

"Correct General Norris's order and reissue the Führer's instruction to 'shoot anyone who shows any sign of resistance, regardless of age or gender.'"

Bree looked at Dunbar, Norris's disciple, who had stepped forward, with a look of surprise and astonishment in his eyes.

Dunbar's overturning of his master's orders as a disciple was neither a serious nor an easy matter.

"Fine! This time, I'll be one of those who suffer the consequences of changing the order!"

The three of them looked at each other and made a decision.

The minor consequences of disobeying orders are completely insignificant compared to the potential casualties.

Inside a magnificent church of the Holy Republic of Rahil.

The high priest, who possessed forbidden magic, and the three bishops were gathered together, and they all smiled as they watched Norris and the others enter the residential area from the sky.

"Your Excellency, it's time for those commoners to sacrifice their lives for the majesty of God!"

A bishop dressed in white stepped forward and spoke.

"My Lord, I also believe that the time has come."

A black-robed bishop said the same thing.

"My Lord, although our army has lost, I believe that God's followers will bring victory for us."

The last cardinal stepped forward, bowing with his hands clasped in the same manner as the white and black cardinals in front of him.

"Hahaha! You're right, it's time for those fools to offer their power to the gods. Now, please join me in using the great forbidden magic bestowed upon us by the gods of the Holy Republic of Rahil!"

"All for God!"

The pope and the three bishops exchanged a smile, then each took out a staff and stood in a triangle around the pope before beginning to chant a spell.

"Great God of Kraru, please have mercy on your pitiful followers and grant us the strength to resist heresy. Your pitiful followers! Now we hope to receive your mercy and be granted the strength to resist heresy."

"Great God of Kraru, please have mercy on your pitiful followers and grant us the strength to resist heresy. Your pitiful followers! Now we hope to receive your mercy and be granted the strength to resist heresy."

"Great God of Kraru, please have mercy on your pitiful followers and grant us the strength to resist heresy. Your pitiful followers! Now we hope to receive your mercy and be granted the strength to resist heresy."

The leader and three bishops chanted three times in unison, a spell that sounded like a cry for help. Then, a deity with tentacles resembling an octopus appeared in the center of the sacred and magnificent church. Then, a 'pop' sound, like a balloon being popped, rang out.

Then, streaks of starlight appeared in the center of the church, illuminating the souls of believers.

Looking at the starlight floating above the church, the priest and the three bishops had expressions of worship and joy on their faces.

"God of Brodalpaluklak! Please have mercy on your followers!"

With the four people's final, unified voices, the starlight floating above the church vanished in an instant, flying into the distance and entering the bodies of every citizen.

On the street.

"You damned..."

call out!

One believer who attempted to launch an attack was shot and killed by the robot.

Looking at the countless civilians who had died under the guns of the robots, Norris's eyes were filled with a gloomy look. He glanced back at the convoy behind him, where one soldier had been injured in an attack by cultists and had to return to the warship.

At this moment, Norris couldn't help but feel a little fortunate that his order had been rejected by Dunbar and the other two.

Looks like I'm getting old!

Just as Norris was lamenting that he was no longer a young man, a soldier beside him shouted, "General, watch out!"

Boom!

As the explosion rang out, the God of Norris felt a jolt throughout his body and realized that he had been hit by a bomb.

However, the people of the Holy Republic of Rahil are not allowed to possess weapons according to their country's laws, so where did the bomb come from?

"Xiao He! Xiao He!"

Before Norris could finish thinking about the problem, the squad leader in the team shouted loudly and removed the mask from the face of Xiao He, who had tackled him.

"Therapy robot, monitor Lieutenant He's vital signs and proceed with treatment according to regulations!"

The captain spoke to the healing robot beside him, which only had a shoulder cannon, and then raised his weapon to attack the surrounding believers.

"Lieutenant He has fallen into a coma due to the shock of the violent explosion. He will be given a cardiac stimulant injection in accordance with Article VII, Section 3 of the War Law."

While the healing robots were busy, the guard robots were also analyzing the situation on the battlefield.

"Captain Cook, the enemy appears to have been affected by psychic forces, which have disrupted the flow of magic within them, turning them into something resembling a high-explosive grenade."

Human bomb!

This was Captain Cook's first reaction after listening to the battlefield analysis of the guard robots; he had heard this phrase during his officer training.

He was criticized by the teacher for smiling during class, which made him remember the dangers of suicide bombers.

So he quickly made his choice.

How many suicide bombers are there?

"Captain Cook, according to the battlefield data link, the number is all believers of the Holy Republic of Rahil."

As the robot's cold voice fell, Captain Cook immediately stopped pulling the trigger, his eyes involuntarily turning to Norris.

There was no resentment in his eyes, only shock and astonishment.

In theocratic states, it can be said that all citizens, except for children who are not yet aware of the world, are believers.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat!"

Norris looked at Captain Cook with a hint of apology in his eyes, and then gave the order without hesitation.

After the order was given, he seemed to age ten years in an instant.

As a soldier, Norris was certainly prepared for casualties in war, but he could not accept casualties caused by his own orders being flawed.

Especially since these casualties could have been prevented.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The instant Norris gave the order, the warships above dropped rapid evacuation equipment onto the battlefield, bringing wave after wave of soldiers back to their ships.

As Norris looked at the quick evacuation box that had appeared before him with some confusion, a voice rang in everyone's ears.

“I am Leon von Bartofarth! Your Führer, from this moment forward, Norris’s battlefield command authority is stripped.”

"All squads are now returning to the warship in evacuation equipment. Soldiers with severe injuries will be subject to Plan Five."

The fifth plan that Leon mentioned involved injecting the dying soldier with the first evolution fluid.

"All warships and mech units are deployed in a spherical formation across the continent of the Holy Republic of Rahil, except for the area below. Distance: 100 kilometers."

"Repeat it again!"

"All warships and mech units are deployed in a spherical formation across the continent of the Holy Republic of Rahil, except for the area below. Distance: 100 kilometers."

On the battlefield, when the soldiers heard Lyon's voice, their faces showed a mixture of disappointment and relief.

The disappointment stemmed from the fact that when Lyon took over command of the battlefield, the casualties in the war exceeded what he could accept.

Fortunately, after Lyon takes over the battlefield, the war will be won at a lower cost.

At that moment, far away on the Acer Barutona warship, Lyon and his group, including Babu, were watching the casualty list flashing on the projection screen.

As he watched the names flash by, Babu saw Leon's face darken to an extreme degree of calm for the first time in history.

This expression made Babu feel both reassured and somewhat frightened.

It's strange in a way that's hard to explain.

However, adhering to his long-standing principle of trusting Lyon, Babu didn't say much and simply watched everything quietly.

He knew that Lyon was willing to have him stand by his side because he trusted him.

"Babu, do you think if I killed everyone in a country, people would call me a serial killer?"

Lyon's self-deprecating words startled Babu for a moment.

However, Babu quickly revealed his true thoughts.

"Captain! I don't know what everyone else is thinking, but I know that every soldier you saved and their families will be grateful to you."

"Really?"

"real!"

Babu answered affirmatively.

"Lucasion, is what Babu said just now true?"

"Master, the data shows that General Babu is telling the truth."

Luciano's voice carried a hint of mockery.

Seeing Lyon and Lucaccion interacting, Babu scratched his head somewhat innocently, not at all angry.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Very good! Babu, today the captain will give you another lesson."

As soon as he finished speaking, Babu immediately focused his attention, appearing very excited.

Lyon rarely teaches anything, but when he does, it's always practical and useful information.

"Babu, a tiny planet is far too small for us in Grassfield. Our future journey lies in the vast universe, and for fools like the Holy Republic of Rahil who obstruct the progress of history, there is only one word—kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lyon turned his gaze to Lucaccion.

"I, Lyon von Bartofar, hereby declare the final verdict against the Holy Republic of Rahil for its acts of war against our Republic of Grassfield and for the harm done to our soldiers and civilians."

"Execute the Apocalypse Strike!"

"Execute immediately!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the warship in the projection arrived at its corresponding position, and a huge red pillar of light appeared above the Holy Republic of Rahil.

Inside the church, the leaders of the righteous sects were overjoyed at the withdrawal of the Grassfield Republic's army, but their gazes froze when they saw the enormous red pillar of light.

Before they could prepare, they were fused into a gas, and even the statues in the church turned into nothingness.

In July of the first year of the founding calendar of the Republic of Grassfield, Head of State Leon von Bartofarth issued the first Apocalyptic Strike. Nations led by the Kingdom of Repart formed the Pan-Continental Alliance.

Volume Three: The Republic of Grassfield: Chapter Seventeen: The Empire of Grassfield!

Asel, on the altar of the sacred tree.

Accompanied by a team of guard robots, Lyon arrived before this sacred tree, which had been longed for by countless countries.

With keen eyes, they observed the sacred tree that towered into the clouds and connected the five regions of Acer.

"Lyon, this is our sacred tree in Asel."