This Game Is Too Realistic

Late at night, under the steps of Guangrongyuan, the sparks of a prairie fire were silent.

However, that loyal voice echoed in everyone's heart like a huge wave.

The battlefield atmosphere team didn't know how to convey Marshal Julius's last words to his children, nor did they know how to describe the shock in their hearts with more emotion.

After some thought, he finally chose to stand under the magnificent door and played the recording again with a louder voice.

The Vaillantians were not just the Vaillantians of Triumphal City.

Rather than him telling them, it would be better for each of them to accomplish this great undertaking together.

Just as Julius said in his last words, the cold winter that enveloped this wasteland has passed.

There is no more savagery on this planet for the Legion to conquer.

And the monsters fed by the Weirant people themselves are now eating the flesh and blood of the Weilant people, becoming an accomplice of the predators, and even becoming predators themselves.

It's time to move on to a new era.

Facing the thousands of sights shrunk into dense black dots, the battlefield atmosphere team gradually understood their mission.

He cleared his throat and continued with the finished recording in a clear and loud voice.

"I met Marshal Julius and found the words he left on this powered armor."

"It turns out that a long time ago, our respected marshal envisioned that one day... when our legion has expanded to its limit, and there is no opponent in this world that we can easily conquer, this out-of-control beast will definitely turn around. Come try to eat us all.”

“So he put a rein called loyalty around the beast’s neck.”

“When one day in the future, the high-minded careerists try to kidnap and hold us hostage in the name of loyalty. When one day in the future, this out-of-control beast tries to strangle us all with a rope around its neck... …That means the final moment has arrived.”

"When the survivors of the entire Triumph City are shouting his name, and when the darkness shrouding our heads is lit up into day by the torches in our hands... then it means that that moment is now!"

"Following that lord's last wish, I took this rein out of the Glory Academy."

He put his hands on his chest and slowly made them into fists, as if the invisible rein was in his hands.

The abundant emotion made every cell in his body tremble uncontrollably.

This was his 52nd speech in the Triumphal City.

Unlike every previous occasion, this time he did not prepare a speech in advance.

"Should we be strangled to death by it before dawn and be buried with it in the old era, or should we use this rein to strangle its throat and go to our new era with our proud loyalty-"

He slowly raised his clenched fists upward, as if tightening the reins in his hands.

"Answer that follows your heart, but no one can choose this for you! At this moment, you are Julius, and Julius is you!"

"Loyalty to the people's choice is loyalty!"

In fact, from the beginning, there was no suspense about the outcome.

If they weren't fed up with those lies, those people holding torches wouldn't be standing here.

"Strangle it—!"

I don’t know who shouted first.

The hysterical sound echoed in the night sky, like pebbles thrown into the lake, and soon stirred up the layers of waves.

Emotions are a contagious thing, especially when a group of people get together.

It is precisely for this reason that when people gather together and shout loyalty, the "loyalty beyond words" commander of Tire Army will be so frightened that he will not even hesitate to use the power of the city defense army.

But now, even if he wanted to stop it, it was too late.

Thousands of voices joined together and formed a vast ocean.

In front of the vast ocean, his clown-like tricks are like a small boat.

Everything was just like it was when the Lord led the Weiland people to overthrow the War and Construction Committee——

Even the Ministry of Defense, as powerful as Leviathan, cannot stop this torrent!

"Strangle it!!"

"Strangle it!!!"

"Let those liars who used lies to deceive the Wilante people, let those thieves who stole the fruits of our victory, and let those shameless scum who used their loyalty to coerce the Wilante people go to hell!!!"

"Wealantians will never be slaves!!!"

Looking at the sparkling city, the battlefield atmosphere team lowered their fists raised in front of them.

Looking at the burning torches, he suddenly thought of the first mural in the Glorious Courtyard——

That fist is composed of thousands of people.

Among the crowd, he vaguely saw Julius's face, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

"...I wonder if you saw it today."

He has fulfilled his duties as a "spark plug" and done everything he can.

Today's Triumph City is like an engine that has been started, and there is no need for him to do anything extra.

Those who make the final choice will naturally follow the path they have chosen.

At this moment, he felt extremely relaxed, as if all the burden had been lifted off him in an instant.

The achievement of "Completing the Longest Period Mission" across the entire server was successfully achieved.

His mission was finally completed.

Looking at the man standing on the steps, Penny's eyes were filled with sparkling tears.

There is excitement, touching, joy and countless complex emotions mixed in it.

He didn't break his promise!

He really did it!

The legend that was almost forgotten by all the people in Wilant and considered almost impossible to complete——

They are reunited!

Standing on the edge of the crowd, Sheriff Brockett's face was also full of emotion.

Not far from him, the guards of the Golden Griffin Street Law Enforcement Division were chatting in a casual tone.

"...If I remember correctly, this should be his 52nd speech."

"By the way, Julius passed on the golden power armor to him. Does that mean he is our next marshal?"

"There will no longer be a marshal... No, to be precise, there will no longer be a marshal like Lord Julius. Didn't you listen to that Lord? Every one of us is him, every one of us Everyone is Julius.”

"Agree. From now on, the army will be the army, politics will be politics, the law will be the law, and citizens will be citizens... The era of the legion is over. Just like Lord Julius said, we are going to a new era."

"Then let's change the name... How about the name Archon? We can't be like a company that doesn't even have a leader to make decisions."

"good idea."

"But he is not from Velant after all... Is it okay to let him be the consul?"

"what is the relationship?"

"That's right, what does it matter whether he is from Weiland or not? It's not just the people from Weiland who are standing up tonight, it would be better to say that this can be an opportunity for us to settle the old feud!"

At least, the army is still in the hands of the Willands, and the risk of reform is now minimal.

In the future, when the army is no longer just Weiland people, if we want to reform, I am afraid it will not be reform, but change.

An old-looking guard looked at the thousands of steps of the Glory Academy and suddenly let out a heartfelt sigh.

"Besides... no one has ever talked openly and honestly with us about his plans like him, and we talked about it 52 times."

A young guard looked at him and said noncommittally.

"I think it's not important what you say, the important thing is what you do."

The old guard nodded.

"Yes, a guy with a smooth tongue may be a liar, but the same thing applies. Guys who don't even bother to deceive can only be robbers. Those kind of things are worse than liars... You haven't eaten them yet. Are you suffering from it?”

Brockett did not participate in discussions among his colleagues.

Rather than expressing his own opinion, he wanted to hear their views on the future.

But he felt that if that guy wanted to participate in the selection of consuls, no one would be able to compete with that guy...

After all, before that guy, no one had ever united so many Valantians.

It’s not even just the people of Weiland, but also the aliens living in Triumph City.

Except for Julius himself.

By the way, those thieves who kidnapped the Velant people in the name of Julius are not worthy of participating in the competition.

Standing at the door of the hall, staring at the lifelike golden armor, Lei Ze showed a sincere smile on his face.

Suddenly, he saw the shadow of another person in the high-spirited back.

That adult seems to be the same way...

The cloudy pupils fell into memories for a moment, and his vision passed through the fog of time.

"We finally meet again..."

"gentlemen."

…

Embassy Street in Dawn City.

Captain Benoit, who was sitting in the study, held his breath involuntarily.

After listening to Quick's statement, he froze on the spot. After a long while, he stretched out his trembling index finger, picked up the glasses on the table and put them on.

"So...Marshal Julius has really..."

His heart seemed to be overturned with all kinds of emotions, and he was so blocked that he couldn't speak for a while.

When it comes to who is the most loyal, the civil service group claims to be second, and probably only the Imperial Guards dare to claim to be first.

After all, their interests are tightly tied to Triumph City, and they are the only ones who have been implementing the laws of Triumph City and treating the slaves in the territory well.

As for the viciousness and exploitation of slaves by slaves, that is another matter.

Most civil servants were more inclined to believe that Marshal Julius must still be alive, but just lying in the hibernation cabin and falling asleep.

Bennott also thinks so. After all, this is the situation that best suits the interests of the civil service group.

At most, he hoped that the marshal would sleep forever, and he really didn't disrespectfully think that the lord had already slept forever.

Looking at Captain Benoit who couldn't accept it, Quick nodded slowly and said in a very soft voice.

"That happened a long time ago, and it was also the top secret of the Imperial Guard. Don't say you don't know, several ministers in Triumph City don't know either."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, giving Captain Bennott time to collect his thoughts before continuing.

"...There is one thing we did not tell the complete truth about. Participating in the Sticky Community is actually not His Majesty the Marshal's direct will, but an exploration we made based on his last wish."

Benoit pinched his sore eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice.

"...Looking for the guy from the unconquered land? For the prophecy? Last words?"

Quick nodded.

"Yes, this was our original intention to risk intervening in the political situation, and it is also what I have been doing. But the final result was beyond our expectations. That person was actually by our side a long time ago. Before we took the initiative to Before looking for him, he found us first..."

Perhaps this is where the magic of fate lies.

Although the original intention of the Imperial Guard turned out to be in vain, joining the Sticky Community itself became one of the few tricks that Triumph City had.

When he said this, he paused for a moment.

"I have to thank you for this. You discovered this talent."

Benoit smiled bitterly.

"...Should I interpret this as sarcasm?"

If he had known that this would be the result, he would rather nip the sign in the cradle.

After all, that guy is revolutionizing the lives of all interest groups.

This naturally includes the civil service group.

"Please understand this as thanks." Quick looked at him without joking and continued in a sincere tone, "Thanks to his appearance, our mission is finally over, and Mr. Julius can finally Rest in peace."

Benoit was silent for a long time without speaking, and after a moment he sighed.

"Maybe I should go back and attend that adult's funeral... This kind of thing can't be missed."

Quick nodded.

"Go back, you are needed there."

What will be held after dawn is not only a funeral that is more than a century late, but also a lot of remaining problems waiting to be solved by the Wailand people who wake up.

Reckoning with old mistakes is only the beginning, not the end.

After seeing off the legion, they still had to decide how to go in the future.

As the ambassador of Triumph City to Dawn City, Benoit frequently interacts with the Alliance and other survivor forces in the wasteland.

At least in Quaker's opinion, he was the most suitable helmsman, and he could be a guide no matter how bad he was.

Watching Quick leave, Benoit pondered for a long time and called Domini in who had previously avoided him.

Looking at Benoit with red eyes, Dominy was stunned for a few seconds, then took two steps forward and asked.

"Mr. Bennot...what's wrong with you?"

"nothing."

Rubbing the bridge of his sore nose, Benoit adjusted his mood for a moment, looked at him solemnly and said.

"Something happened in Triumph City. I have to go back. You will be the diplomat for the time being."

After hearing this, Domini, who still didn't know what happened, froze on the spot and was at a loss for a moment.

"Me...me? But-"

"No but, this is an order. I will write a letter of appointment to you shortly."

As he spoke, Benoit stood up from the sofa, his face regaining its determined expression.

Gradually realizing the seriousness of the matter, Dominy stared at him intently.

"Mr. Bennot, please tell me what happened -"

"Marshal Julius has passed away..." Looking at the dumbfounded secretary, Benoit said slightly upset, "Not only our marshal, but also our legion will probably cease to exist... I don't know the specific situation. I only know a little bit about it, if you don’t understand anything, ask Quick, and learn the rest from the news.”

…

Great Rift Valley.

In the solemn meeting hall, the old man sitting in front of the long obsidian table let out a long and long sigh.

"...That young man is indeed dead."

He was 79 years old.

This is too young...

Perhaps because life is too long, some things have obviously passed for a long time, but he always feels as if they happened yesterday.

He still remembered the deafening questions the young man made when facing him that day——

Since the Post-War Reconstruction Committee claimed to be responsible for ending the Wasteland Era, why are some people more equal than others?

Today the Ministry of Defense plans to use the technological heritage of the Prosperous Era to reverse history. What will it do tomorrow?

He still remembers his response, telling Julius "You'll understand."

And what happened next was exactly what he expected.

After the era of the War Construction Committee ended, the Legion, under the leadership of Julius, did not embark on a completely different path from the War Construction Committee. Even the final fate was so similar... forced by its own internal contradictions... Dead end.

History may repeat itself again.

However, he didn't think it was meaningless.

The War Construction Committee paid the price for its mistakes, and its collapse was not just the result of the birth of the Legion.

Including companies, colleges, and even a series of survivor forces such as Boulder City and the Free State, they are all possibilities that evolved after that incident.

As for whether the achievements of Legion should be called a complete mistake, there is room for discussion in the special environment of the Wasteland Era.

The same goes for the War Construction Committee.

They abandoned some people, sacrificed others, and went mad in despair.

But it is undeniable that they also saved some people and left a fire for those who followed.

When a whale falls, everything comes alive...

Perhaps this is the ultimate fate of all great things.

"...You old fool, calling someone else a young man, isn't it too shameless?"

Guessing that the old man was probably moved by himself again, the tall man sitting in front of the long obsidian table glanced at him unhappily.

The old man looked at him, but didn't care much. He just smiled lightly and said.

"Your mouth is still so poisonous."

"I just don't want to waste my precious time on nonsense."

Dr. Conclusion chuckled and continued slowly.

"Tell me, how many invitations have you prepared this time?"

The old man said in a calm tone.

"Not many, one for you, one for the enterprise, one for the alliance, as well as the Free State, the South China Sea Alliance and the Borneo Province..."

When he said this, he suddenly fell silent, as if he was deep in thought.

The conclusion suspended in the light blue holographic image sighed, exchanged the arms, and spoke concisely.

"Prepare five more."

"Sorry, I was thinking about other things just now... As we get older, we are no longer useful in all aspects."

The old man looked at the conclusion as if he had come to his senses, smiled sheepishly, and continued.

"Then as you said, prepare five more."

…

On the other side, Alliance Settlement No. 10.

Chu Guang, who had just met with the envoy from Ideal City, suddenly received a letter from the Great Rift Valley unexpectedly.

[...Dear Mr. Administrator, I am the Recorder of the Great Rift Valley. Please allow me to pay my highest respect to you on behalf of the chief gentleman and the survivors of the Great Rift Valley. 】

[We heard about the disaster that happened in Haiyia Province, and were shocked and regretful about it...]

[In order to prevent the out-of-control prosperity era technology from continuing to destroy our common world, and in order to preserve the fire of civilization and allow our civilization to move smoothly into a new era, we invited the leaders of the main survivor forces in the wasteland to attend a meeting in the City of Origin , jointly discuss plans to deal with the crisis...]

【We look forward to your arrival. 】

Chu Guang glanced at the letter roughly. Simply put, it was an invitation letter.

To be honest, the Alliance and the Great Rift Valley didn't have much interaction, so it seemed a bit presumptuous to suddenly invite him to visit.

However, considering that the predecessor of the Great Rift Valley was the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, their "reservation" is not incomprehensible.

Chu Guang plans to discuss it with companies and colleges later.

If the two partners plan to attend this meeting, he should go and join in the fun and connect with each other.

While Chu Guang was thinking about it, Xiao Qi, who was lying on his shoulder, muttered.

"These geckos lying on the glass... they are talking as if the nuclear bomb has nothing to do with them, huh, maybe it was exposed from their pockets!"

Geckos are okay…

Chu Guang couldn't help laughing for a moment, but he felt that this statement was quite vivid.

Aren't these guys hiding under the holy shield looking around but doing nothing just geckos?

"Where did you get this nickname?" He wanted to know who gave it to him.

Xiaoqi raised the corners of her mouth proudly and said as if to show off.

"mosquito!"

"..."

All right.

It was indeed that guy.

Hearing this familiar ID, Chu Guang was not surprised at all.

Looking at Chu Guang who closed the holographic window, Xiao Qi asked in a low voice.

"Master...are you planning to go?"

"Go, why not go?"

Putting the mailbox away, Chu Guang said in a half-joking tone.

"Maybe I can meet Marshal Julius of the legion there. I've always wanted to talk to him."

Hearing these words, Xiao Qi was about to speak, but suddenly she said "Ah" as if she encountered some emergency, and spoke in a low voice and hastily.

"I'm afraid this won't work... Your player in Triumph City just sent a message saying that Marshal Julius is no longer alive."

No longer alive?

Upon hearing this, Chu Guang was slightly stunned and quickly continued.

"...What's going on? Is it the [Battlefield Atmosphere Team]? Forward the report he submitted to me!"

"okay!"

The moment Xiao Qi finished speaking, the holographic screen that had just been closed re-opened in front of Chu Guang.

I saw that the column of unread emails had been updated with a brand new email.

[Dear Administrator, according to your instructions, I have successfully completed my mission and liberated the deceived Weirant people from the long-standing lies...]

[Perhaps you have already guessed everything. Yes, Julius has died a long time ago, and he died a century ago. With the assistance of the Praetorian Guards, the survivors of Triumph City and I completed the final trial and decided to move towards a new era together. 】

[This is the situation, everything went smoothly...but, I encountered a little problem at the end. 】

[Shortly after the ceremony, several ministers from the civil service group came to me and hoped that since I had done something, I would be responsible to the end. The Guards have the same idea. Some of them stubbornly believe that since the marshal passed his armor to me, it means that I have inherited it along with his responsibilities...]

[The legion commander named Lei Ze saw through my identity, but he didn’t think there was anything wrong with it? ! In addition to the civil servants and the Imperial Guard, the same goes for other survivors in the city. They want me to be a consul, but they themselves can't tell what the consul does. The functions are different from those of the original marshal. Is there any specific difference... It makes my head feel big now. 】

[In short, the whole story cannot be explained clearly in a few words, but if I don’t show off my cards... I, the undercover agent, will almost become the leader of the legion. 】

…

(Thanks to the leader of "Han Tianming" for the reward!!!) (End of this chapter)