This Game is Too Real

   Chapter 440 To deal with the magic stick, naturally you have to use a more magic stick method

"go ahead!"

   "We are the unbreakable spearhead of the Alliance!"

   "We are the torrent of steel sweeping everything!"

   "We are ready to give our hearts, ready to use our lives to realize the ideals of His Majesty the Manager!"

   "Go to the airport!!!"

   The engine rumbled, and the skeleton army on the truck was chasing the whistling yellow sand.

The    desert-colored steel turret is half exposed.

  The mole, holding the binoculars in his hand, was looking at the horizon where the yellow sand rolled in the distance in high spirits, and shouted excitedly with the voice of a drake.

   Even if the turret was so dry that it could cook a poached egg, and even if he stood out from the crowd and let him drenched in sand, the guy on his head who was excited was still reluctant to get off the tank.

   The other three crew members were sitting on the truck that hauled the tank, and they were chattering listlessly at the moment, paying no attention to what Brother Mole said.

   After playing games together for so long, they have long been used to this guy's performance art, and it stopped after a while.

   "The 155 has too little ammo, why not get a 120?"

   "There is no production line for 120 barrels, so just use 155 barrels."

   "Fuck? That's okay too?"

   "Haha, you look so surprised that you look so cute."

   "It's too hot and sweating is annoying, we should put an air conditioner on the tank."

   Hearing the weak speeches of the good brothers, Mole put down his binoculars and looked at them in dissatisfaction.

   "What is that? It's too weak! Why don't you bring two more shells!"

   Member of the public car team: "..."

crazy.

   This guy has been stunned.

  35 tanks were carried by 35 trucks.

These 12-wheel heavy-duty trucks are the latest product of the Alliance with the assistance of Silver Wing Group - "Dian Niu", its load capacity is several times that of electric screw, the maximum load is 80 tons, mainly used to carry heavy equipment .

   As for the brave and fearless "armored bombers" of the Skeleton Corps, they mostly sit on "electric mules" with 4 wheels.

   More than 700 kilometers of off-road, of course, it is impossible to drive a tank to the past.

   The 400-kilometer raid of T34 back then was considered a miracle in military history.

  Motor-hours of most tanks are around 500 kilometers. After this number, the engine and suspension have to be overhauled.

   Therefore, it is more common to rely on road or rail transportation to expand after reaching the destination.

Although the   Tank 2 uses futuristic materials, the industrial technology of the alliance is still relatively rough, and the mechanical durability is not outstanding.

   If you really go off-road for 700 kilometers, you will have to push the tank away if you can't reach the destination.

   The Skeleton Corps that entered the desert from the south will advance along the edge of the sandstorm and rely on the rusted sand to avoid possible high-altitude reconnaissance and electromagnetic wave searches.

   On the other side, Irena, who was standing on the heavy truck, was humming a little song while frying the eggs she picked up on the hood of the tank, and she didn't mind the Sand Sea Spirit sprinkling him with seasonings from time to time.

   The Elf King Fugui, who was squatting on the side of the guardrail of the truck, has been staring at the map, trying to determine the current position from this desert with few reference objects.

   "Where are we now?" Irena asked casually.

   Elf King Fugui shook his head and said.

   "I don't know, there is no GPS... the ghost knows where it is."

   Putting the fried egg on the iron plate, Irena gave him a funny look.

   "Don't go to the Legion's hometown."

   Elf King Fugui put away the map and rolled his eyes.

   "Okay okay, you can close the crow's mouth."

   "Okay... By the way, how about an omelette?"

   This omelette smells really good.

  Although the variety of ingredients is a bit strange, Lao Na's cooking skills are really nothing to say.

   But Brother Fugui didn't take the bait right away, he swallowed and looked at him alertly.

   "...Are you sure this is just a bird's egg?"

   Irena looked away with a subtle expression and scratched her head.

   "I can guarantee it's an egg."

   Elf King Fugui: "..."

  …

   On the other side, Petra Fortress.

   There is a sign [closed] at the entrance of the "residence" of the White Bear Knights, but at this moment there are not many people in the warehouse.

   Even a little crowded.

The person headed by    is the lord of the Petra Fortress, Sean.

   Behind him are the guards of the castle, the generals in charge of city defense, the nobles in luxurious costumes, the priests in white robes, etc...

   Compared with the boring journey of the Skeleton Corps, the experiences of the players of the White Bear Knights are much more exciting.

   Seeing that almost all the nobles in the city were gathered here, Old Bouma felt a little weak in his calf and his heart could not stand it.

   But seeing that the young lady who was taken away by the guards came back intact, he was still slightly relieved.

   These days, he has been trying to find out how to find out her whereabouts, but let alone find out what happened to her, he can't even find out where she was taken.

   Anyway.

   Just come back.

   Sesame paste, who was surrounded by the crowd, had a nervous expression on his face, and was at a loss as to what to do.

   Sisi, who was standing beside her, looked at everyone in the hall calmly and said slowly.

   "She is the angel I spoke of."

   said, she gently took off the hat on top of Sesame Paste.

   When they saw the pair of shaking cat ears, almost everyone showed a surprised expression, and even exclaimed.

   Except for the rest of the White Bear Knights and the old Bulma standing in the corner.

   Maybe because he has seen more, he is used to the unusual pair of ears on the lady's head.

   However, when he heard the word "God Envoy", a blank expression appeared on his face.

  God...God? !

what's going on? !

  …

   No wonder Old Boomer was surprised. After all, he couldn't get on the forum, and players naturally wouldn't bring him when they exchanged strategies.

   Time goes back to five days ago.

  The court of the lord of the Petra fortress.

   Under the watchful eyes of all the merchants and dignitaries in the entire city-state, Si Si admitted on the spot that all the rumors in the city were done by himself.

  Whether it was the part that the mercenary chief made up by herself, or the rumors that were born out of rumors, she took them all in one breath.

   And he admitted it confidently.

   However, she only denied that it was a false lie, but insisted that it was the prophecy of the silver moon goddess to her companion in a dream.

  The moment she said "that is the will of God", there was an uproar in the palace.

   The old priest in white robes had his nose crooked. He angrily denounced her as a blasphemous witch on the spot, and asked the guards to behead her.

   Earl Ruskin, who serves as a foreign affairs officer, also said that this sounds a bit bizarre, and the rebuttal given is also well-founded.

   "...If it is really the will of God, why didn't the great gods choose a devout believer, such as our city lord, but instead?"

   He paused, his voice full of suspicion.

   "...a pagan from outside the oasis, what is the reason for the great gods to let you tell us what to do."

The old priest on the side of    took his words angrily.

   "That's right! Even if it is the guidance of the Sand Sea Spirit and the Silver Moon Goddess, why would he find you instead of me!"

   Anyway, if you die, you can only reopen, and there is still a way to survive. Sisi simply gave it up and went back unceremoniously.

   "Shouldn't this question be asked of yourselves!"

   was stunned by this righteous voice.

  The hall was silent for a while.

   Without waiting for the stunned Earl Ruskin to speak, and without waiting for the nobles to reorganize the swearing words, she raised her head and raised her chest, as if the gods were standing beside her.

"You clearly knew that those people had bad intentions, and then watched helplessly as they broke into your house with butcher knives, blasphemed your beliefs right under your nose, and tried to awaken the evil spirits that were sealed by the gods two hundred years ago! He knew everything, but he did nothing, not even standing up to resist, but burying his head in the sand like an ostrich."

   Looking around at these well-dressed nobles, she scolded confidently.

   "Why did the Sand Sea Spirit find me? Why didn't he turn to his 'most devout' believers? Shouldn't you reflect on what you have done to let him down like this!"

   These harsh remarks completely angered everyone.

   also hurt the self-esteem of countless people.

   Especially the nobles headed by Ruskin.

   Most of them are surrenderers, and they believe that as long as they are loyal to the legion, they can not only keep their wealth and status, but even further their title.

  Like the nobles of the Falcon Kingdom, most of those who surrendered first were rewarded.

   However, no matter what kind of sophistry they use to explain that the surrender was for the oasis of thousands of Li people, it cannot hide the fact that they have kneeled down in spirit.

  The city lord of Petra was also irritated by this sentence, but seeing Ruskin and other nobles blowing their beards and staring in anger, he suddenly became less angry.

  Especially when he calms down and thinks.

  This says...

   seems to be okay?

   If he were the goddess of the silver moon or the spirit of the sand sea, seeing that the bones of his followers were so soft, he would probably also think that he might as well find an outsider.

   The only pity is that this girl has no evidence, except for some sophistication, she can't produce any visible evidence.

Shane couldn't believe her words after all, but he ignored the nobles and priests who were clamoring to cut her down. Instead, he took a compromise approach and put her under house arrest in a windowless, cold and damp single room in the castle dungeon. .

   There are usually places where felons are held.

   However, this does not mean that he intends to torture her.

   This one is protection.

   is also a test.

  When people are isolated and helpless, their psychological defense is the most vulnerable, especially in a cell where no sound can be heard.

   Unless you are professionally trained in counter-investigation, it is easy to despair and sign a confession even if no crime has been committed.

   But if you have really seen a god, and you have such confidence in your heart, you probably won't be able to pass this test.

   After he announced that she would be thrown into the dungeon where felons were being held, the nobles were indignant, but they couldn't say anything.

   And the woman accepted the sentence very calmly, although she still insisted on the defense of innocence.

   That calm look made Sean wonder if he had done something wrong.

   But he doesn't plan to change his mind, at least he has to lock her up for a month.

   If after a month she still insists that it is God's will, she believes what she said and apologizes to her.

   Unfortunately, the rumors about the legion and the evil gods in the city became more and more out of control, and the movement in the east became more and more disturbing.

  If he does not make a decision again, I am afraid that before the Legion comes over, the order of the Petra Fortress will be overwhelmed by fear itself.

   Worse yet, if it turns out that the woman really got the will of God, or that the prophecy really happened...

   How should I explain to His Majesty the King and the citizens of Petra Fortress, who cast her in the dungeon?

   Do you really want to join the legion with those bastards?

  Sion didn't realize that when he ordered the man to be thrown into the dungeon, he was actually involved in a psychological game.

Believe?

   Or not believe?

   No matter which one you choose, it may not be a bad result, but you have to prepare a corresponding price for it. Continuing to be indecisive, but it must be the worst result...

   Therefore, in the early morning of the fifth day after that dusk, he finally made up his mind and invited the woman from the small dark room to the guest room of the castle.

   That calm and self-assured look gave Sain a little more comfort. Maybe she was telling the truth, maybe her judgment was correct...

   Thinking that he had put an honest and brave person in the dungeon, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart. Although he didn't apologize in the end, he silently asked the guards to prepare a hearty breakfast and clean clothes for her.

   When he saw the food on the table, Sisi, who was sitting at the table, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

   If this is not the last meal.

   Then she should have won the bet.

   "Are you still insisting that you saw the Silver Moon Goddess?" Looking at the girl who was dining, Sain said suddenly.

   "Yes." There was no hesitation in this affirmative answer. She had rehearsed countless times offline, and had colluded with her friends to make a confession.

   Even if the NPC in front of her wants to break her head, she can't know, she has spent the past five days perfecting the lie, and with the help of everyone, she has added the details without leaking.

  The reason why the city lord of Petra Fortress did not kill her directly was because that person still had the idea of ​​resisting the Legion in his heart.

   And this will be a breach.

   She needs to produce strong enough evidence to prove that what she said is true, and the city lord of Petra Fortress also needs a reliable proof to convince herself and other nobles and priests who may be persuaded.

   And all the clues are actually hidden in the book "The Oasis Under the Zobal Mountains" and the "Silver Moon Holy Word" recommended by the academy researcher.

  Siss couldn't help but sigh.

   I didn’t expect that the book I bought out of curiosity at that time unexpectedly saved my life.

   "Where's the evidence?" As everyone on the forum guessed, the NPC in front of him really said this line.

  She, who was ready to speak, replied skillfully.

"My companions and I are evidence, we saw the same dream. Especially one of the companions, the dream she saw was the clearest, and... She communicated with the Silver Moon Goddess face to face the specific content of the prophecy. "

   "Can you tell me who my companion is?" Sain's tone was not as tough as before, but with a hint of solicitation.

"sure."

   After enjoying the sumptuous meal and fruit, Sisi picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth, and continued calmly, "But she's very timid, you have to keep her safe."

  Sion touched his Tianling cover with his index finger and said sincerely.

   "I swear to the Spirit of the Sand Sea and the Goddess of the Silver Moon."

  Siss stared at him twice.

   "Her name is Sesame Paste."

  Sion was stunned for a moment, the pronunciation sounded weird.

"Sesame paste?"

   The corners of her mouth curved, and her voice brought a hint of ease and pleasure.

   "Well, it sounds like a cat's name, doesn't it?"

  Sion nodded blankly.

  Although the cats in his castle didn't have this name, it really didn't sound like a name that ordinary people would use.

   After a pause, Sis continued.

"She was a cat who became a human on the journey, I know it sounds incredible, and we were amazed at the changes in her, and we couldn't figure out what happened. Then our knights traveled all the way until we came to Luoyang. Xia Xingsheng gradually uncovered a little bit of the mystery of her life experience."

  Sion swallowed: "Her background..."

"According to the record in "The Holy Word of the Silver Moon", the goddess of the silver moon loves cats and allows them to enter and leave her bedroom to take care of her own daily life. The reason why the cats at the foot of the Zobal Mountain proudly accept the worship of the believers is because They serve gods, and this is a clue I found while investigating the relevant literature..."

   Looking at the stunned Castle Lord Sein, Si Si continued to speak in a determined and serious tone.

   "We also learned later that the reason why she became a human was not a coincidence, but because she took the mission given to her by the Silver Moon Goddess."

   "This is also the reason why she met the Silver Moon Goddess on the land illuminated by the rays of the sun!"

   What happened next was the scene before.

   Lord Sion summoned the prestigious nobles in the city and the priests of the temple, and took the guards with her to the station of the White Bear Knights.

  Dangssi took off her sesame paste hat and announced her status as an "envoy", the atmosphere at the scene was uproar again.

   But unlike last time, after seeing the cat ears on top of sesame paste, and seeing the cats in the city being so close to her...

   Even the most stubborn old priest, his turbid pupils could not help but appear in a trance, subconsciously unable to say anything to refute.

   The next thing is logical.

  Siss repeated what he had said to the city lord in the early morning, and then repeated it to the nobles and priests who claimed to be devout.

   Then she looked at Old Boomer and continued with a sincere tone.

   "I'm sorry to keep hiding from you. In fact, the purpose of our coming here is not just to do business, but the guidance of the silver moon goddess."

   Old Boomer's Adam's apple moved, shock and disbelief swayed in his eyes.

This argument……

   He is not unacceptable.

   After all, good people don't lie.

   After these people rescued him from the plunderers, they did not take his cattle and luggage for themselves, but returned it to him kindly... This is really not like what ordinary people would do.

   After all, receiving rewards from the saved is permitted by the teachings of the Spirit of the Sand Sea.

   "Then you... also give coins to those poor people?"

   "It is the will of the silver moon goddess."

  Siss said in a positive tone without blushing.

"The believers of the Spirit of the Sand Sea are starving on the land she guards. There are abundant food and fresh water here, but the people who own them are blinded by money. Therefore, she asks us to save the brothers and sisters who have been abandoned by you. "

  Old Boomer's face was full of guilt.

  The Spirit of the Sand Sea has taught them to lend a helping hand to those who are suffering, but he selectively ignores those compatriots who are suffering.

   Even when the kind girl offered to help those poor people, he even weighed the pros and cons and tried to persuade them not to give to the poor with "the golden lion will soon be worthless".

   Sure enough.

  My own belief is still not pious and pure enough...

  Standing next to the city lord Sean, Earl Ruskin, who served as a foreign affairs officer, was full of incredible expressions on his face.

   Of course he didn't believe this woman's nonsense, but he couldn't think of a reason to refute it for a while.

   Actually, it’s normal to think about it.

  The sand sculpture netizens on the forum spent five days making up the story, how could they find out the bugs after only listening to it once?

   Even forcibly raising the bar.

   also have to listen twice more to find the angle of the bar.

   Seeing the group of people stunned and not speaking, Rou Rou nervously looked at the tail beside him, lowered his voice and whispered.

   "What are these people trying to do?"

  Tail touched his chin, frowning and making a serious thought.

   "Maybe... I'm thinking about that."

   Seeing her serious expression, Rou Rou swallowed.

   "That thing?"

"Yeah!" Tail nodded earnestly, looked at the sesame paste who was in the focus of everyone's attention, and said in a confident tone, "They must be planning to sacrifice the sesame paste to the evil **** who was sealed in the Lost Valley! In exchange for the tranquility of the oasis!"

   "Ah?" Rou Rou exclaimed in a low voice, and hurriedly asked, "You, how did you come to this conclusion?"

  If this is true, aren't they dangerous?

   Thinking of this, Rou Rou can't help but feel a little soft in his calf.

   The other aliens are fine.

   The monster that looks too much like Cthulhu, she still has some physical discomfort.

   "Huh? Isn't the combination of catgirl and tentacle monster common sense?" Tail froze for a moment, and gave Rourou a strange look, as if wondering why she was surprised, "This is how the book is drawn."

  “…”

  The emotions that had been brewing for a long time disappeared instantly, Rourou silently moved aside a little distance, and made an expression of not knowing this guy.

   But being interrupted like this, she was no longer nervous and worried.

   The old priest in the white robe took two steps forward, his eyes fixed on the cat ears on the top of Sesame Paste's head, and after staring for a long time, he said in a trembling voice.

   "You...really met the Silver Moon Goddess?"

   Although his heart was full of tension, in order to live up to the efforts of his partners, Sesame Paste nodded earnestly.

"Yes."

  The crowd whispered.

There was excitement in the old priest's eyes, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, but seeing that the cat in her arms was staring at her with amber pupils, she hurriedly stopped this impolite action and retracted the outstretched hand .

   Legend has it that the Silver Moon Goddess will possess her beloved pet.

   He could feel that the gods were watching him.

   restraining the excitement in his heart, the old priest's voice carried a touch of piety.

   "What did you see in the prophecy...?"

   Facing the unfamiliar eyes, Sesame Paste's face was full of embarrassment, and he looked to Sisi for help.

'what should I do? ’

   Sisi, who was standing aside, gave her an encouraging look.

  ‘Just repeat the nonsense I taught you in the group. ’

'it is good……'

   After a brief eye contact, courage gradually gathered in her eyes.

   In response to the pair of eyes staring at her pupils with suspicion, excitement, or hesitation, she made a solemn and holy expression on her face, and lowered her eyelids. Open your mouth slowly.

   "I saw a ray of light."

   "Light?! And then!" the old priest asked nervously.

   Facing the crowd waiting with bated breath and the eager old priest, Sesame Paste continued speaking at a gentle pace.

"A light hotter than the scorching sun blooms in the mortal lands, and then endless flames burn in the desert... Rivers are evaporated, oases are scorched, Zobar Mountain is scorched, and even snowflakes are cursed. Dozens of Thousands died in the catastrophe while the remaining survivors wailed in starvation."

   Her speech is average, so she speaks slowly, but she speaks clearly.

  The description of the end of the day coincides with the beliefs, myths, and nursery rhymes of the Hump Kingdom about the "Ragnarok" records.

   All of this is included in the book Oasis Under the Zobar Mountains.

   But the old priest did not want to go there.

   All the nobles present did not think about that.

   Although the "apocalyptic catastrophe that made the **** of the sky fall" is not a secret, it is not that anyone who comes here will understand the details that they will not come into contact with on a daily basis.

Even putting aside her identity as an "envoy" and the bizarre story of "turning from a cat into a human", a little girl who came to the oasis for the first time, even if she didn't even know how to speak human words, was able to tell the story " The apocalypse" is so clearly described that it basically matches the obscure scriptures...

   This is not what is prophecy?

   Could it still be a coincidence?

   "I don't...not unbelief."

   Seeing that both the city lord and the old priest were looking at him, Earl Ruskin, who interrupted the messenger's speech, bravely used euphemisms.

"I believe what she said may be true, but the way to prevent the prophecy from happening is not necessarily only through war. There may be some misunderstandings. I suggest sending messengers to talk to the people of the legion and persuade them to leave the place. Blasted Land."

   "They'll consider this suggestion, after all, it's for their own good."

   It’s not that no one has hit the Lost Valley idea before.

   But the remaining "curse" made them suffer from terrible diseases.

   Although some medicines can lift the curse and even heal the damage caused by the curse, not everyone can afford that kind of expensive stuff... At least it's unlikely to be used by more than 10,000 soldiers.

   He felt that this matter could still be discussed.

  The old priest didn't speak, his fiery eyes were completely glued to the sesame paste—or rather, this divine envoy.

   He already believed her identity.

   The doomsday prophecy is not terrible.

  If the silver moon goddess foresaw all this, he must know how to avoid that bad thing from repeating in this land.

   City Lord Sein thought for two seconds and considered Earl Ruskin's suggestion.

   After all, he represented not only himself, but behind him were all the nobles in the Petra Fortress who agreed to join the Legion.

   "Makes sense, you're right."

   With the affirmation of the Lord of the City, Earl Ruskin showed a happy expression on his face.

   However, before he could say thank you, the city lord looked at the captain of the Guards and continued to speak in a hearty voice.

   "Prepare a camel for our Mr. Earl, and send a troop of cavalry to follow him, and send him to the Lost Valley to talk to the Legion."

   Earl Ruskin opened his mouth wide and looked at the Lord of the City Lord in surprise. Seeing that the expression did not seem to be joking, a trace of panic was gradually written on his face.

  The captain of the guard commanded the order with fists folded in both hands.

"Yes!"

   "Big, my lord—"

   Ruskin was anxious to say something, but was interrupted by the bad woman who was standing next to the angel who was full of lies.

   "Let Mr. Ruskin go on a motorcycle," Sisi quickly took over the conversation and said with a wink, "More than 150 kilometers, ride a motorcycle faster!"

   City Lord Sion was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and waved his hand cheerfully.

   "Makes sense!"

   "That's it!"

  ——

   (Thanks to the leader of "Legend of Light" for the reward!!!)

   When I was writing this chapter, I suddenly remembered that I played Civilization 6 before, while sending tanks to the city of AI, while using apostles to wash religion... Of course, I haven't played recently, I haven't had time to play games for a long time.

   (end of this chapter)