Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Miss Chi You is someone Cong Yu has been keeping close by her side recently.

　What to say?

　Although he felt somewhat sorry for Miss Chi You, Cong Yu was indeed hesitant to let her roam freely without supervision.

　I wonder what negative impact this might have.

　Of course, Chi You was also positive about "going to America to fight the machine guns," while Yao Chuan Guang was very proactive in wanting to come over.

　She even used her usual tactic of "This is my life's request"... and this time it worked quite well.

　Even if the United States has decent "troop strength," it should be able to handle the encirclement and suppression by the not-so-powerful Mechs.

　However, no one can guarantee that nothing unexpected will happen.

　Cong Yu didn't want to work 12-hour shifts every day... Oh, the other 12 hours were naturally the time that the rap king was in charge of.

　Having more people who can keep things under control will help save everyone's energy... Yaochuan Guangye is already considered one of those people.

　Thinking this, Cong Yu, Chi You, and Yao Chuan Guang stepped off the Jormungandr train and were immediately greeted by a row of wands aimed at them.

　The magical girls looked ready to unleash their power.

　"Huh? Is there a mistake?"

　Yao Chuanguang was startled and took a step forward, instinctively shielding the two behind him, while Chi You frowned.

　"Because this is military-style management... Your ID is with me."

　With that, Cong Yu took out the three people's identification cards from her pocket, patted Yao Chuan Guang's head, and stood at the front.

　Immediately after verifying the identification and returning it to Cong Yu, the leading magical girl bowed to the three of them: "Sir! Please give your instructions!"

　The magical girls behind her all saluted in unison.

　Yao Chuanguang had never received such treatment before, and he immediately became very pleased with himself... which shows he has no ambition.

　Chi You, who used to be the leader of the tribe, seemed quite at ease.

　Cong Yu, completely unconcerned, stood casually in front of these military magical girls: "The official notification will probably be issued soon."

　"However, I will briefly tell you the new information now. If nothing unexpected happens, the Machine Gods' purpose is here."

　This wasn't just Cong Yu's guess; based on the latitude and longitude lines, the Mech Warriors did indeed intend to come to this area.

　However, no one had previously connected this to Cape Canaveral. So the soldiers were basically deployed around Florida.

　The landing location chosen by Congyu will be the encampment of the magical girl army stationed near the launch site.

　"The rest of the forces will be deployed around Cape Canaveral for defense, and we and the Rap King will also be stationed nearby."

　"You proceed as originally planned, but you may be redeployed or sent to support the outer defenses at any time."

　"..." Watching Congyu give her the instructions, Yaochuan Guang had a face full of "Wow! Congyu-chan is amazing!" expression.

　Just like Cong Yu is very used to doing similar things.

　I must say, she truly lives up to her name, Congyu-chan.

　Under Yaochuan Guang's admiring gaze, Cong Yu's conversation, which was brief but not actually long, came to an end.

　"above……"

　Concluding her intelligence briefing, Cong Yu took a deep breath: "Let's hunt for those metals..."

　"Sometimes we must fight against things that are easy to deal with, and then liberate the souls of our fellow human beings who are imprisoned within them."

　These were just simple words, yet for some reason, they struck straight to the hearts of these magical girls.

　After all, these kids couldn't beat monsters before, and now they can't beat angels.

　If the American military is composed of ordinary human soldiers who join simply to make money, then the magical girl army is indeed driven by a belief.

　After all, those who don't have this idea of ​​"protection" have basically joined companies or become full-time bloggers by making videos online.

　This has led to the fact that every single magical girl in American companies is morally corrupt and outrageous.

　Because it seems that all the magical girls who are truly "good" and acceptable to Congyu have joined the army.

　And at this moment, they truly felt that they could protect what they wanted to safeguard from behind...

　Is it said to be more convincing? Or...?

　"……"Belief.

　Chapter 865 Some things really shouldn't be said carelessly.

　What is meant by "soldier"?

　Soldiers, oh soldiers...

　From the story, it sounds like...

　Consumables, like "annihilate 100,000 enemy troops".

　But if we look at it separately...

　Soldiers are indeed incomparable to generals.

　As for "Mech Warriors," they are indeed quite weak, and most magical girls can gain the upper hand in a one-on-one situation.

　However, the key to the Machine God Soldier is not the "Machine God" anymore.

　Yes... the key is the "soldiers".

　After the number of Mechs reached a certain level, they exhibited a strange "tactical" nature.

　Several mech soldiers formed squads, and countless squads moved back and forth, providing long-range fire support for any unfavorable small-scale battles.

　Their level of cooperation is superior to that of humans...

　This was unexpected by everyone, yet it seemed all too reasonable... After all, no one would believe that human cooperation surpasses that of machines.

　This is not something like "empathy" or "cooperation".

　Regardless of subjectivity, focusing solely on ability...

　The intelligence receiving, sharing, and giving capabilities of machines are all top-notch... after all, they are "mentally connected".

　In such a situation, humanity would either suffer losses and begin to self-destruct... just like when they fought the angels before.

　However, the number of magical girls who can capture the source of brilliance here is not too many.

　The only option left is to break the deadlock with "high-end combat power".

　"..."

　"Yooo-Cong Yu changes shifts—"

　As the rap king spoke, he looked at the west coast port in front of him and was startled by the sight of the machine gun: "Wow, there are so many machine guns...?"

　What lies before the Rap King is a pile of mechanical wreckage, almost densely packed and floating on the sea.

　Cong Yu slowly retracted the "Ouroboros" on his back, looking at the clear sky where no more Mechs were flying in.

　"There was just one peak before... but Jormungandr consumed quite a lot, more than you can see."

　As he said this, Cong Yu pulled a towel out of thin air and wiped the black grease off his hands... This was the machine oil from the Machine God Soldier.

　Of course, it's not oil or anything like that (laughs).

　Such a scene could easily be imagined as an elegant handkerchief wiping away blood after a massacre.

　Even if Cong Yu wiped his hands carefully, rather than elegantly; even if he was holding a common, inexpensive towel instead of a handkerchief.

　Just like cheap sugar is paired with brandy.

　Cheap towels are also suitable for wiping these bodies that bind the human soul, the false blood flowing out.

　"As for the number of Mech Warriors..."

　Cong Yu said, recalling the data from previous statistics: "There were only a few thousand units."

　This number is clearly not extremely large...

　However, it is clearly inappropriate to summarize it as "only", since this number represents the number of enemies.

　Even just one unit wouldn't be too few.

　The reason for using "only" is, of course, based on the frequency of previous angel attacks and the total number of humans (including non-humans).

　Given the massive number of cases, these are already quite few.

　It could even be said that they were quite lucky, as they didn't reach an even more extreme number before uniformly transforming into Mech Warriors.

　"Ah, you go and rest... I'll take care of things here."

　As the rap king said this, he adjusted his sunglasses, looking quite confident... He might not be able to defeat the angels, but he could still take on some mechs.

　However, Cong Yu was not in a hurry to rest.

　He's an eccentric, I've mentioned that many times...

　"How are things going in the other areas?"

　Cong Yu asked this question, watching the rap king energetically using magic bullets to blast apart the attacking mechs...

　It's like playing an old-fashioned video game, isn't it?

　At first, it might seem interesting, but after twelve hours, the rap king will start drooling.

　They might even start singing out of boredom.

　Cong Yu offered this objective guess without any malice, and the Rap King's answer was simple: "Complete victory!"

　That couldn't be better.

　Based on this account, it seems they have a clear advantage across the board, and there have been almost no casualties...

　But Cong Yu still couldn't be happy.

　"Hmm...we're too passive."

　Cong Yu sighed and shook his head helplessly: "Moirai has too many tricks up his sleeve... Just resisting him has already taken up a lot of effort."

　That's right.

　"Hey, on the bright side, we've managed to get everyone out of the way... We're already incredibly united."

　The rap king shrugged and looked at the sparsely scattered Mechs in the sky: "Thanks to you, everyone was able to work together."

　This is true.

　Cong Yu was not overly modest about this, gazing into the distance: "I did contact many people... but the credit should go to everyone who contacted me."

　In fact, it's quite remarkable that the world has survived to the point of encountering the Moile crisis.

　However, even if Cong Yu doesn't bring everyone together, they will still unite one day...

　If Cong Yu makes friends, then he is the one who unites everyone; if Cong Yu doesn't make friends...

　So he is still the one who forced everyone to unite.

　Under that possibility, everyone has no choice but to...

　Instead of uniting to fight back, they want to create a new world using extermination tactics.

　The rap king, of course, had no idea what Cong Yu was saying, nor would he know what world-ending thoughts Cong Yu was having.

　The rap king simply reached into his pocket and rummaged around, but couldn't find any cigarettes, so he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

　but……

　"Give."

　As Cong Yu spoke, he tossed a pack of cigarettes from the Jormungandr train, which was caught by the rap king.

　"Huh...don't you not smoke?"

　Cong Yu's answer to the question about the rap king was as expected: "It's for my friends who smoke."

　In response, the rap king looked at the kangaroo pattern on the cigarette pack, flicked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Okay, I see, but it's rare to see the Death King finish a cigarette."

　Indeed, the King of Death looked like he had his pockets stuffed full of cigarettes.

　Thinking this, Cong Yu nodded simply: "Yes, so we don't really need the cigarettes we keep on hand..."

　"..." After a brief silence, the rap king took a deep breath: "Cong Yu... do you think we can win?"