The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

Hermes clenched his fists. He kept struggling, but finally decided to ask:

"Is there really such a thing as a vocation? I mean, if I want to be a warrior, is it possible..."

Is it possible to be as powerful as you? Hermes did not say the second half of the sentence, because he actually already had the answer.

Hassanka glanced at Hermes' expression, then at his clenched fist, and said calmly:

“Young people, it is a blessing to have a vocation.”

The meaning of his words is very simple: the fact that you have something to do in your current position already makes you superior to most other people.

No matter how much you desire, it is greed.

His father's silver eyes flashed before his eyes, and for a moment, Hermes was a little dazed.

"bass--"

The cracks lit up, and Hassanka's figure disappeared in the light. Only Hermes and a group of soldiers were left beside the Black Lake, and only peace remained on the dark land.

"You guys go first, I want to be alone for a while." Hermes whispered.

The soldiers naturally would not think of disobeying his orders. They all returned to the helicopter, and some people began to arrange for construction troops to come here. It would only take a dozen days for the combat center to be established.

Standing alone by the Black Lake, Hermes closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

At this moment, he heard the whispers he had heard before:

"...I can grant your wish..."

The sound was so ancient, so deep, accompanied by a hissing roar, like a snake spitting out its tongue.

Hermes opened his eyes, squatted down beside the Black Lake, and as if possessed by a ghost, he stretched out a finger.

"Ding dong."

When his fingertips landed on the black lake, countless images flashed before his eyes, causing him to subconsciously take two steps back.

He saw it! He saw himself standing on the battlefield! With an elegant posture and silver eyes dyed black!

"No... that's not me..." Hermes held his head, "It's not me..."

He turned around and ran away from the Black Lake as if he had seen a ghost, not even daring to look back.

......

Interlude) Whisper (Part 3)

After witnessing the glory of the ivory tower, Edward was always thoughtful for the next half month.

After witnessing such a cosmic scene, it is very normal to feel confused about the life in front of you. Edward himself also convinced himself so. He thought that as long as he gave himself some time to digest it, the confusion would eventually disappear.

But he was wrong. Instead of the confusion going away, it made him doubt himself even more.

Yes, if the essence of this universe is a small garden dominated by those blind and foolish beings, then what is the meaning of today's struggle?

Edward almost never missed any of the regular meetings. Every time, he saw his brother Hermes struggling with the Qilan people at his wits' end for the ownership of several front-line bases and the distribution of some simple supplies.

He would have watched it all with indifference before, but now he was confused: why?

Why, after witnessing how powerful those monsters made of black water are, are they still fighting for their own interests?

Edward didn't know, and gradually couldn't understand everything he was struggling for.

He had been a blade born for the Federation, but now, the blade hesitated.

He finally decided to go find his biological father and ask for an answer.

"..."

Edward walked through the corridor of the front-line base and arrived at the conference room. After a short wait, the communication was connected through the factor energy wave of the [Dark Moon]:

"son."

It was Laplace's voice, and it sounded very deep.

He was always like this. In Edward's memory, his father was always gloomy.

"Father," Edward said coldly, "what is the truth of the previous era?"

He wanted to know if Coles Havrgard's self-sacrifice was true, and what the Federation was fighting for.

"..."

There was no sound from the other end of the line. Laplace was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long while, he finally spoke:

“We are the fire.”

"Aren't they?"

“They are lambs.”

"What if I say, we are too?"

"You are being disturbed," Laplace said coldly, "Your duty is to be a warrior of the Federation. You don't need to ask questions, just execute."

"What if I want to do more?" Edward said.

"You don't need to do more, everything is under my control."

Laplace finished speaking, the communication was disconnected, and only silence remained in the room.

Edward said nothing, showed no frustration, but stood up and rubbed his neck.

Yes, who would tell the truth to Screw?

It's time to go to work.

"..."

Edward opened the door, walked out of the meeting room, and prepared to look for Ivar and Aleph.

Today, he will go to the new combat command center to discuss the next combat plan with his brother Hermes.

Fighting, a life that begins at birth and ends with foreseeable results.

"..."

A murderous intent suddenly blossomed behind Edward. He turned his head sharply, his silver eyes locking onto a figure at the corner of the corridor.

He saw a tiny head, half exposed, looking at Edward curiously.

What is...?

Edward stared blankly at the little white head. It was a little girl with blood-red eyes, sparkling with crystal stars.

When Edward's eyes met, the little girl shuddered, then looked at him reservedly, as if she had some kind of airs.

Why is there a little girl in the front-line base? And she looks... a lot like Hafgard.

Edward stared at the little girl in a daze. Before he could investigate further, the little girl turned the corner and disappeared.

"Wait!" Edward came back to his senses, ran to the corner in two or three steps, and looked along the corridor on the other side -

——No one.

The little girl had disappeared, as if what he had seen before was just an illusion.

Ask Miss Halle Lalee later... Edward sighed, turned around, and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and froze in place.

I don't know when I started calling her "Miss Hallilali"...

......

Taking a helicopter, Edward's team arrived at the new front-line combat base.

The surrounding area is all plains, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and are extremely suitable for resisting the attacks of the Black Tide followers.

With this place as the headquarters, Qi Lang and Academi's battle line will advance further forward, and soon, the traces of the [Lord of the Black Tide] will no longer be able to hide.

That guy can't ignore such expansion and will definitely show up.

"..."

After Edward, Aleph and Ivar reported at the front-line base, Hermes met with them personally and arranged their next tasks. The content was so tedious that Aleph almost fell asleep.

After the meeting, the three were about to leave, but Hermes stopped Edward:

"Brother, do you mind chatting for a while?"

Edward looked back at his brother, nodded, and signaled Aleph and Ivar to go first, while he stayed.

When there were only two people left in the room, Hermes took out a cigarette and handed it to Edward. Edward shook his head and refused, so Hermes lit it himself and took a deep puff.

"What do you think of that Hafurgard?"

"You mean Miss Hallelawee?" said Edward.

"Ha, Miss Harilalli, that's great, you've started to treat her as a human being."

Hermes paced the room repeatedly, one hand against his forehead, mumbling to himself.

"Those Hafgard... they are very powerful, so powerful that it is beyond imagination... they are uncontrollable factors..."

"If they intend to destroy us... we don't have any chance. Even against the Black Tide, we still have a chance to fight, but facing them..."

"What do you think?" Hermes said, looking at Edward, "What should we do to check and balance them?"

Ah, checks and balances. Listen, he wants to check and balance those powerful beings who are helping us.

Edward stared at Hermes in silence, and a scene flashed before his eyes: two ants were tearing a piece of bread crumbs.

"The Havrgard are friends," Edward replied.

"Have you been brainwashed by that woman?" Hermes frowned. "You are a warrior, Edward. You don't need to think or judge. You just need to follow orders."

"Then why are you discussing this with me?" Edward asked.

"I ask you to report back and give me advice."

"My advice is don't be defensive about them, accept their help."

"Edward, you've crossed the line!" Hermes' voice rose two degrees. "You've been with that thing for so long, and I asked you to tell me how to check and balance it, not to give me the opposite opinion!"

"why?"

"Because this is your duty!"

"You seem to be very content with your duty," Edward said coldly, which made Hermes stunned. "If that's the case, then you can draw the conclusion directly without asking me."

"you..."

Hermes seemed to want to curse out some ugly words, but they were all stuck in his throat. He stared at Edward blankly, their two pairs of silver eyes staring at each other, and the whole room was silent for a while.

After a long time, he sighed:

"I've always believed that you're a better leader than I am." Hermes sounded tired.

"This is the duty assigned by my father. You said so yourself. Make your own decision."

Edward said, then turned and left.

Hermes stayed alone in the room, realizing his own embarrassment, his own loss of composure, and his own helplessness.

But what can he do.

At this time, a whisper floated from a distant place:

"...I can grant your wish..."

Hermes had a strong urge: he wanted to go to the Black Lake and talk to the voice.

His eyes were blurred for a moment, but he quickly closed them and clenched his fists.

......

Interlude) Whisper (Part 4) -4k big chapter-

"What did he say to you?"

"Nothing." Edward shook his head.