This Game Is Too Realistic

The poisonous snake dormant in the cave finally survived the cold winter, just like the bloody bud dormant in Rowell's chest.

Perhaps the Moon King had not thought about harming his descendants, and had even thought about the day when history would judge him... just like the unknown soldier who suddenly woke up and pointed his gun at Rowell in the ice and snow.

However, when they faced the thick epic, they all softened their hearts without exception.

Whether it’s an emperor or a general, a nobody or a little-known expert, who doesn’t want to leave a fairy tale of truth, goodness and beauty at the end of the story?

Also strive for a good reputation for yourself.

But once your heart softens——

It's too late.

"boom!"

The sudden sound of gunfire gave the festive atmosphere of Mammoth City a hint of sadness and chill.

The passionate young men once again rushed to the front without hesitation, just as their teacher taught them in class, straightening their spines regardless of whether they faced Wu Tuo or Lacy.

People surrounded the city hall, demanding an explanation.

Their claims were actually beyond reproach, and they did not even make further demands, such as bringing Lacy to court.

However, even if the request is so mild, it is still fatal to the Mammoth Kingdom.

There is no way, the responsibilities are too concentrated.

There are countless people who are both prosperous and destructive, like grasshoppers strung on a string.

This is destined that the Mammoth Kingdom cannot take a step back in the face of this turbulent wave. Even a small step will be a cliff.

If the same thing happened in the South China Sea Alliance, the worst possible outcome would be to remove Li Minghui.

But this is mammoth country.

Once Lacy is dismissed from get out of class, the first to be liquidated will be the stormtroopers, and the last will be his henchmen...

It will not be a matter of a few people becoming kings and emperors, but the scattered sand will have to be broken into a few pieces, and the rolling heads will have to build another unattainable dam on the Tasang River!

Without even having to say a word, the troops stationed in the city had already taken the lead in attacking.

No matter what, they couldn't let the crowd storm City Hall and do whatever it took.

Those children are too young and have not yet learned to express their demands tactfully, and the Mammoth Country authorities have not had enough time to learn the skills to deal with public opinion incidents.

The soldiers fired warning shots into the sky, but no one gave in. Then someone fell down quickly, and then no matter how many reasons they had, they couldn't explain clearly.

Seeing the children slumped on the ground, the fathers who had returned from overseas work were also angry. Eventually, the conflict turned into a bigger disturbance, which almost affected the Silver Moon Goddess Church in the diocese.

There is no right or wrong in the whole incident.

There is only a price.

And when everyone suddenly realized it, even those who didn't eat soil suddenly saw that their heels were already submerged in that inch of red soil - that dazzling history like blood.

Just as countless Kents expected, the miracle in Boulder City did not happen in Mammoth City.

Looking at the telegrams and newspapers sent from the rear at the same time, Lacy, who was fighting with the remnants of the Southern Army on the front line, no longer had his nose crooked with anger, but his whole body was shaking with anger.

"That's nonsense! I'm...bastard! Damn it!"

He suddenly realized that he couldn't even explain why.

It was true that he blew up the dam, but he didn't expect that the entire downstream village would be washed away in the end, and he later tried his best to make up for those people.

It would have been fine if this matter had been admitted at the time. At that time, everyone was looking down upon human life, and even the "Imperial God of War" Alaya was killing people. What could a group of half-asleep people do?

Maybe you will think that he is magnanimous and a real villain.

And later, as long as he "turns back" and builds a new dam...just like what he has done, everyone will praise him as a hero who dares to do what he does.

But it's too late to say anything now.

His enemies exposed this matter for him, and they did it with added fuel and jealousy, using the most shameless method - deducing the cause from the result. Even the later idea of ​​"working overseas" became a flood. A big game of chess.

At this moment, he was like an angry lion, with sharp teeth and claws, but he didn't know who to attack.

This is also inevitable.

What he is good at is what Absak is not good at, and what Absak is good at is naturally what he is not good at.

Looking at the mad marshal and commander, the staff officer in the military tent advised.

"The war is not over yet. We cannot let these people do whatever they want. In any case, let's impose martial law first! There are also overseas workers who are temporarily suspended from returning home."

After a pause, he said again.

"In addition, if the other party published it in the newspaper, we will also publish it in the newspaper to clarify!"

This is a stopgap measure.

But since he has been shot, he must first bandage the wound before doing anything else.

However, it is a pity that this staff officer is young after all. Once he does this, he will fall into a spiral of spreading rumors and refuting rumors... not to mention that their butts are not clean in the first place.

Even if the dam bombing was a secret of the stormtroopers, only Shava and other senior officials knew about it, but after seeing Lacy's reaction, all the officers basically knew it.

Even if the truth in the newspaper is watered down, one of the ten lies will really not escape.

In fact, the most efficient way is to deal with it coldly. First, cover the mouths of those scoundrels, and then put a more exaggerated message to divert attention. After everyone has forgotten what the original conflict was, then gradually shape the correct memory. .

For example, Lacy's original intention was to protect the dam from stray bombs, but the soldier executed the wrong order. Another example is that Xiaobing did not execute the task wrong at all, because no one gave the order. The dam was in disrepair for a long time, and his liver and gallbladder were shattered by Bamut's 100mm cannon... After all, the quality of the Xilan Empire's projects is the same as the empire itself. It can only be viewed from a distance but not played with.

But there are some things that you just don’t understand if you don’t understand them.

Those buried in the red soil can only serve as nourishment for those who come after us, allowing them to absorb the dross from the red soil.

Lacy gritted her teeth and nodded, finally giving the order.

"Martial law!"

In fact, until now, no one in the military tent thinks this is a big deal, and they only feel sorry for the future pillars who died in the conflict.

They spent a lot of money to train those children.

Including Lacy himself, he only regards those fools who cause trouble as the elders of the Moon Clan Resistance Army. After all, it is this kind of clown-like character who has been playing opposite to him.

However, he himself also forgot that those clowns did not even dare to resist.

The people who resisted him this time dared to bleed.

Looking at Lacy who was silently staring at the frontline map, the officers at the command table exchanged glances and started talking in low voices.

"Could it be Absek's fault?"

"Isn't Shawar in the Great Rift Valley? Let him ask."

"Huh...will people tell you the truth?"

"If it's really they who instigated it, I'm afraid they're going to fight! You have to be on guard!"

On the other side, in the middle of Yangzhou, at the forefront of the confrontation between the Northern Field Army and the Southern Army of Borneo, Isher held up his binoculars and looked at the enemy's position, with a lot of thoughts.

I remember that at that time, I was still moving boxes on the dock of the Southern Army, but now I have become the gravedigger of the Southern Army.

Really everything is unpredictable.

At this time, an officer came up behind him and reported.

"Lasi's troops are massing towards our rear."

After finishing his wandering thoughts, Isher put down the telescope and sighed.

"Are they taking any further steps?"

The officer shook his head.

"No."

After thinking for a long time, Isher ordered.

"Let Jokal lead his 110,000 troops...to take over my position. Remember not to rush forward! Focus on defense."

After a pause, he said again.

"In addition, inform the brothers in the 30,000th Team to follow me to see what this Lacy is going to do!"

Originally, he planned to ask Yokal to be wary of Lacy, but thinking that Yokal had a bad temper and was impulsive, he gave up the idea.

Don't expect that the opponent didn't want to fight, but ended up wiping his gun first and misfiring.

Another thing, if there is a fight, that reckless man Yokal is no match for Lacy.

It's not that he's bragging.

In the entire Borneo Kingdom, I am afraid that only my own bounty can compare with Lashi.

This is recognition from the enemy.

At the same time, the front line of the confrontation.

Ross, who had been promoted from captain of thousands to captain of ten thousand, also stood at the observation post, staring at the opposite position meticulously.

After several rounds of confrontations, he was basically certain that the person standing in front of him was the "Jungle Rat" with a bounty approaching tens of millions of dinars, the most intelligent general in Borneo!

Thinking of this, Rose's lips couldn't help but curl up with a hint of self-mockery.

When he first set foot on Xifan Port, he felt only contempt and anger in his heart when he looked at the Borneo people who would rather dig a hole to bury themselves than dare to resist, but were fierce and fierce in front of their compatriots.

At that time, he would never have imagined that such a bunch of embarrassing little mice would become stronger and stronger, and even a few talents would emerge who would be troublesome even for an officer with a professional background like himself...

Thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had actually met that Isher, even just a dozen steps away.

He couldn't help but think, half jokingly, that if he had fired a shot at that time, he might have changed history...

But this can only be thought of as a joke.

Even if there are no "jungle rats", there will be "jungle snakes" or "jungle birds", or even more difficult "jungle cats" and "jungle tigers".

At this point, he could no longer figure out how to help the Southern Army win back the victory. He just wanted to have a good fight and offer his last loyalty to Marshal Julius.

But for some reason, the opponent who was so aggressive suddenly seemed to wither.

What are they waiting for?

Rose frowned, his thoughts tangled together like a tangled hemp rope.

At this time, his adjutant walked into the observation post and handed a secret message into his hand with a serious expression.

Ross took the sealed message and glanced at it hastily, his expression was astonished.

[The 170,000th Army is listening to the order. The Borneo 30,000th Army will change defense with the 110,000th Army at 12:00 today. At that time, there will be people holding the flag of the 110,000th Army going up the mountain. The entire army is not allowed to open fire. , Surrender to this person immediately! The Emperor of the Eastern Empire promises to ensure that you all return home safely. 】

[——Northern Front Commander, Captain Oletwan]

His lips trembled, he took a deep breath, his eyes were blood red, and he wanted to tear the telegram into pieces.

traitor!

The lackey who lives an ignoble existence!

They hide in caves, eat insects, and expand territory for the legion! But I have been waiting for this result!

He clenched the telegraph newspaper tightly in his hand, and at this moment, he noticed that the adjutant in front of him also had red eyes like his.

Seeing the hand on the gun, Ross understood everything in an instant.

Not everyone wants to shed the last drop of blood for the Legion...

They had accompanied him to charge again and again, but this time they couldn't.

The Legion is finished.

"...Do you want to go home?"

The adjutant said nothing, only looked at him with red eyes, and then nodded.

"The soldiers all want to go home... Their families are in Yongye Port, and your wife must be there too."

Ross took a deep breath, sat on the chair, and gently put the telegram aside.

He did think of Demi and his child...and that was something he had never wanted to think about, because once he thought of it, he would remember that he was a human being, not a beast.

Once the box of memory was opened, he remembered many things in an instant.

Including the promise he made to his wife and children before leaving——

He set foot on Borneo to protect Valeant, and he will return home full of glory.

Although most of these promises cannot be fulfilled, there is at least one thing that he can fulfill...

"I know...I'll take you home."

Looking at the nodding commander, the adjutant stood at attention with red eyes and made a military salute.

"Thanks……"

Ross smiled weakly and looked at the emerald green mountains outside the observation post.

it's over……

"No need to thank me, I owe you this."

At the same time that he put down all his obsessions, the positions of the Borneo Northern Field Army were being intensively changed.

In order to guard against Lassi's backstabbing, Isher handed over the front line to Yokal and personally led his troops to the west bank of the Tasan River to guard against changes in the Mammoth Kingdom's military dispatch.

Due to the tense atmosphere between the two sides, the ferries in the Tasang River Basin were forced to close, and the not-so-wide dirt roads were filled with migrating horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts.

There were also a few cars mixed in among them.

As luck would have it, Niyang, who was rushing to the front line, was stuck in one of the cars...

On the other side, Yokal, who took over the defense zone, was eager to have a big fight when a basin of cold water was suddenly poured on his head.

That was a secret message from the family association——

[The northern front of the Southern Army Corps in the Borneo War Zone has surrendered. After the 30,000 troops are transferred and deployed, your troops will go up to the mountain with the military flag to accept the surrender of the remaining Southern Army Corps. Remember not to accidentally misfire, and remember not to hurt the prisoners of war! 】

[——Commander-in-Chief of the Gray Wolf Army, Gopal]

"You fucking win?"

Holding the telegram tightly in his hand, Yokal's eyes turned red.

This bunch of bastard Weiland people came to their land to kill. He finally saved dozens of field cannons, but he didn't have the pleasure of killing them all. As a result, these people said they wouldn't fight, so they stopped fighting. It's really How unreasonable!

He lost his temper for a long time, but after all, he was a person who took the overall situation into consideration, so he finally swallowed his breath.

The officer who sent the telegram also breathed a sigh of relief.

He actually had a second "secret message" in his hand, which was a message sent to him by Sava, the second-in-command of the Family Association.

If Jokal ignores the overall situation and puts the safety of thousands of people in Borneo into danger, he can fire the first shot!

At the same time, outside the cave in Snake State, Zaid, who was wearing leather shoes, lit up a Rick Five that he had been reluctant to smoke, and looked at the clouds in the sky with high spirits.

The sun is shining brightly today, and the clouds are as white as snow.

Because just now, he had finished his last move and killed two kings with just one move.

"This Lashi compares himself to the Great Moon King, but I think he looks like a crazy donkey, haha."

He suddenly thought of an old friend, the little girl who was as innocent as if she was soaked in a honey pot.

That guy won too easily, but he felt that victory was a matter of course.

Gopal, standing next to him, laughed.

"That's right, who can compare with you?"

Great revenge must be avenged!

Gopal felt so happy that he suddenly felt that those squeaking mice were not so annoying anymore.

Those Born people once abandoned them mercilessly, drowned them into the eternal river, and stepped on them into the garbage heap, but in the end they returned to them obediently.

My body is quite honest.

For the sake of becoming the "Wolf King", I won't kill them for now!

As if he had read Gopal's thoughts, Zaid smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, you can't be soft-hearted, don't let your chain slip at the last moment. Kill when you need to kill, kill when you need to kill, and it's better to kill more than less... You should remember the code name of this operation, it's called Kill All. All right!"

Putting away his soft-hearted kindness, Gopal said with a high-spirited smile.

"According to the order!"

He couldn't read that heavy epic before, but now he finally understands why none of the thirteen kings was a match for the Dayue King. They had strong soldiers and horses but were killed in pieces, and why the Dayue King lost to the unsmart one in the end. Xilan is gone.

But it doesn’t matter.

For the short-lived Wu Tuo, they would plug the last loophole that Rowell had not thought of...

In the cave behind the two of them, young Savoie was standing on the stage with a sad face, facing the indignant faces, mourning for his family members who died at the gunpoint of Lacy.

"...We deeply mourn the family members lost in the fight against evil forces, and we will never give up fighting to the end for the arrival of a new era!"

"They will never die in vain!"

The memory of the second massacre at West Sail Port resurfaced before everyone's eyes, and this time the person who massacred them had changed from the Wilantes to some arrogant "Moon King".

Life and death are imminent, and now we have to fight.

It is not only the Borneo people who recall the painful memories, but also the Willant people who are in Sailsport.

The 800,000-strong Curry Army of Borneo has moved north, and "Iron General" Grove, whose reputation has soared like a tiger, beat Gibson, who had been powerful for several months, to the point where he fled.

This guy suffered a defeat at the hands of the Alliance before, and now he lost to the Borneo people, which can be regarded as a complete embarrassment to the Weirant people.

But he didn't lose unjustly, especially when he saw the Conqueror tanks galloping in the wilderness, he was so angry that he almost bled from all his orifices, and he wished he could pull out everyone in the logistics department and shoot them one by one!

No matter what, if you lose, you lose.

Not to mention how panicked the "false emperor" Akbar and his servants were, their panic was insignificant. The chief gentleman of the Great Rift Valley did not even send him an invitation letter.

Even though he is the king of tens of millions of people in name, in the eyes of the Great Rift Valley he is not even comparable to the clown in Dam City.

Seeing the letters of tragic news that could no longer be suppressed from the front line, the people in West Sail Port all panicked and wanted to jump into the sea and swim out of this "port of death"!

No one can be sure whether this Absek will be like his old boss Janusz and let the 800,000 troops slaughter the entire city.

And just when they were extremely frightened, the Eastern Empire suddenly extended an olive branch to them.

Instead of staying in Saifan Port and waiting for death, it is better to get on the Eastern Empire's ship and go to New Saifan Port...

The Eastern Empire does not have a fleet, but the New Federation of the New World does, and there are quite a few of them.

For the sake of the friendship between compatriots and a huge sum of money, the federal fleet, which had just gone to the Whirlpool Sea to put out the fire, turned a corner and went to the Borneo Sea again, taking the eagerly awaited people to the Eastern Empire. The new hometown they prepared...

…

At the same time, in the southwest corner of the Dzolbar Mountains, a young but promising seaport was sitting on the barren land.

People carrying large and small bags stood on the street and received their tents with the help of soldiers from the Eastern Empire.

This is the "Vailante Experience".

The series of resettlement measures introduced by the consul in response to the lethal agent were obviously copied by the Eastern Empire.

If Marshal Julius was still alive, he would be happy to think about this scene, and maybe he would change his view of Rowell.

The Wilant people, who had not "thought of change" for a century, regained the ability to learn, and it was also because of the survivors of Borneo Province.

If this is regarded as a big game of chess, Rowell must have calculated correctly that the War Construction Committee would bring out the Weirant people, and in order to save the Weilant people who were not yet born, he deliberately created the red soil!

The image instantly became more radiant.

Standing on the bare pier, Captain Oletten was carrying his luggage with a haggard look on his face.

When he sent the secret telegram to the front line, he, who was already in the northwest corner of the war zone, had already boarded the ship of the Eastern Empire and arrived at the seaport prepared by the Eastern Empire to receive the spoils of war with the confidential documents of the Northern Front.

Thinking about it carefully, this might be the reason why Saren never sent troops to help them.

That guy has long coveted their wealth.

Just like they covet the treasures of the civil service group...

Looking at General McClun standing at the port, Captain Oletwan, who had figured everything out, gave a wry smile.

"...We have exhausted all the Tire organs, but we didn't expect it to be your wedding dress."

Looking at this guy who was so high-spirited in front of him, McClun smiled as he smoked a cigar.

"Haha, you look down on your weak opponents, but you can't afford to lose when you meet someone stronger than you?"

If you want to compete with masters, didn't you ask for it yourself?

But McClung didn't taunt him.

To be honest, from the perspective of a commander, he was only 60% sure of his own judgment.

It is not that the Southern Army has no chance of winning, and the Union is not certain to win.

If Guion were replaced by Griffin, who had experienced the alliance's methods, the Southern Army's winning rate would be at least 60%.

But how could a dead man climb out of a coffin?

The deaths of General Klass and General Griffin made him completely awaken. The Legion was destined to be unable to learn from the experience of failure, and it would never be able to move from one defeat to the next victory.

They can either triumph all the way to the final victory, or they can only lose one after another in defeat.

From this perspective, the collapse of the Legion is indeed destined.

They can win many times but lose once and they can't get up...

Looking at McClun who was smiling but not smiling, Olette shook his head.

"I didn't mean that... I just occasionally wonder if we can win the alliance if we unite."

General McClung said calmly.

"If the sun changes from one to two, can the wasteland be saved? Why do you have to imagine possibilities that don't exist?"

Captain Oletwan was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile.

"makes sense……"

After pausing for a long time, he couldn't help but say again.

"By the way, my business..."

McClung knew what he was going to say and said it succinctly.

"Don't worry, His Majesty Saren is a man of his word. He will save your life when he says he will. This is one of the reasons why he can become the winner."

Hearing the sarcasm in that tone, Olet said with a wry smile.

"I see...Looking at it this way, we did not lose unfairly."

After a moment of silence, he suddenly became worried about his old leader again and couldn't help but ask.

"...What about Gulion?"

"You're already standing here, are you still asking such a stupid question?" McClung smoked a cigar and smiled meaningfully at him, "You don't think everyone can get ashore, do you?"

"That's right..." Olet's Adam's apple moved and he swallowed the saliva.

McClung tapped the officer on the shoulder.

"We gave him the opportunity to choose. He can sit in his office and think about it, instead of being like someone who has to stay in a bunker and have a stroke... be content."

…

In the Great Rift Valley, the door of a certain conference room was tightly closed. The guards of Triumph City and the guards of Dawn City stood on both sides.

The power armors they wore were completely different in terms of model and painting, but the majesty and awe-inspiring look were the same.

There is no need to mention the identities of the two big guys sitting in the conference room at this moment.

Almost everyone who passed by the conference room could smell the tense atmosphere through the cracks in the door.

In the corridor not far away, two leaders of the survivor settlement from Yunjian Province were looking towards the door intentionally or unintentionally.

In Yunjian Province, the two of them were considered powerful, but here, where all the heroes gathered, they were like ants.

The world is too big.

Not only Ideal City, the dragon that is opening its eyes, but also the Alliance, the dragon knight.

Although it is a bit disrespectful to think so, the matter is such an exaggeration.

Three years ago, all the wastelanders in Yunjian Province were counting on the ideal city.

But now, due to the emergence of the alliance, their business territory has expanded to the entire wasteland.

The light from the prairie fire has gradually covered the lighthouse, and the descendants of the colony ship Zhiyuan and Shelter 6 have lived up to their original great ideal.

Of course, such a grand narrative is too far away for the two people standing here.

They just want to see what news that door can reveal, so as to analyze which stock will rise on the Ideal City Stock Exchange or the Shuguang City Stock Exchange.

It's a superficial idea, isn't it?

But it is extremely realistic.

The living standards of the residents of Ideal City are closely related to the stock prices of major corporate groups, and the survivors of Yunjian Province have most of their wealth pinned on the stocks of major corporate groups.

It's a pity that the Great Rift Valley maintains the utmost confidentiality of the participants' privacy. No "known" technical means can penetrate that door and obtain the information inside.

Coupled with the safety guarantee provided by the Holy Shield, it can be said to be the safest place in the entire wasteland.

Even safer than a shelter.

The taller man became a little impatient and looked at the man wearing glasses beside him.

This person is both his business partner and his strategic ally in regional affairs.

"What do you think they would talk about?"

The man wearing glasses stared at the door intently, not wanting to interrupt for a moment.

"I don't know, but I'll know it soon."

The tall man was stunned for a moment.

"immediately?"

Can we still hold a press conference after this discussion?

Glancing at this ignorant guy, the man wearing glasses chuckled.

"Expressions, movements, gait, demeanor, and even the order of going out... these are all information. People are still human after all, and they cannot be as flawless as bionic people."

He has opened the behavioral analysis system of AR glasses.

By the way, he bought this set of hardware and software from Ideal City.

The tall man raised his thumb in admiration and sighed with shame.

"You are so professional!"

The closed door of the conference room affects everyone's heartbeat. This is far more worthy of attention than the dirty things in Dam City.

Whether the two fists on the east and west sides touch or hold together almost determines the fate of the entire Middle-Continent.

At this moment, the tightly closed door suddenly opened with a bang.

Seeing the two big guys walking out from behind the door talking and laughing, almost everyone watching here breathed a sigh of relief.

Some people sighed.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

The governors of the Vaillant people had a good talk with the managers of the alliance, and Triumph City and Dawn City reached an agreement on ending the Wasteland Era!

This is a hugely good sign.

The man wearing glasses clenched his fists excitedly, already anticipating in his mind the headlines that might appear in the newspaper tomorrow!

But at this moment, he couldn't help but froze when he looked at the two power armors, one blue and one gold.

According to the gait analysis software, the relationship between the two people actually jumped out of the "father and son" label.

"What the hell..."

He took off his glasses angrily and poked at the reset button, but when he tried to turn it on, it couldn't, as if he'd been hit by an electromagnetic pulse.

But no matter what, the results are good.

This planet with only one breath left can no longer sustain a second war...

On the other side, immediately behind Shava, the captain of the Mammoth Nation's stormtroopers, Mayor Odo of the Free State also ended his meeting with the chief of the Great Rift Valley and walked out of the room with a complicated expression.

His expression couldn't tell whether it was frustration or annoyance, but it also seemed to be a little relieved.

The chief said that he had been watching him since before the birth of the Firestone Group, and he had a panoramic view of their joys and troubles, or knew them very well.

This sounds a bit scary.

However, thinking about it carefully, the Firestone Group was monitoring them anyway, and their privacy had long been turned into a sieve riddled with holes. Otto suddenly felt that it was not so scary.

At least the Rift Valley didn't hurt them.

It was true before and it is true now.

In fact, the old man even failed to count his own sheep for the first time and even gave him the answer.

"...You all have a bright future, whether you are the residents of the southern part of the Vale Province or the residents of the northern part of the Vale Province."

"The Wilantes and the Borneos are two sides of the coin. They are each other's old enemies and each other's salvation. Now this coin is about to fall to the ground. When the dust settles, everything will end, no matter whether the final outcome makes everyone happy or not. People are satisfied.”

"And you are much luckier than them, because the young man who saved the coins did not throw you into the sky, but gave you enough time to slowly wake up from a nightmare that lasted two hundred years, and Gradually realize that the essence of that nightmare is not me, a bad old man, nor money, nor even the power behind money, but you yourself - your own heart."

"So don't ask me what to do, ask yourself, did the Sigma you fear fall from the sky? This child did not inherit anything from anyone, not even from you guys in formal clothes. Do you think that without him, everyone can live a good life? Everything will be fine? If you really think so, no one can save you."

"This sentence is not a riddle."

"But be thankful, you are unlikely to have a worse ending than Boulder City, but how good it will be still depends on your own efforts."

After returning to the room, Odo tossed and turned all night, thinking about the ending of the previous mayor, and thinking about the Kondra who was sitting in the interrogation room, threatening to plant the seeds of fear in his heart, and finally fell asleep unknowingly. , was awakened by nightmare again.

Looking at the rising sun outside the window, he felt a sense of enlightenment and made up his mind completely.

"...The nightmare has always lived in the heart of every Bugla person. The only way to wake up from the nightmare is to put it in a cage. No one can take it as their own."

In this way, as the mayor of Bugra, there is only one thing left for him to do...

Same as Boulder.

He wants to stand with all the people of Bugra who have had enough of the smog!

Thinking of the old man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, he suddenly felt a little grateful.

They are free -

And always has been!

Dear Mr. Chief, they gave themselves the opportunity to change their destiny!

In two hours, it’s time to decide the fate of the Wasteland Era!

Soon the first "Human Conference" will kick off under the spotlight!

Fortunately, it wasn't too late for him to understand all this.

Even two hours before the end...

…

At the same time, on the apron of the Great Rift Valley, a steel airship slowly landed in the pod.

The people standing around the tarmac tensed up and stared at the man coming out of the pod.

He was wearing an armor made of pure gold, and unlike the armor worn by the Archon of Triumph City, this thing had no power components from head to toe.

In other words, the Emperor of the Eastern Empire was able to hold up the nearly one-ton armor entirely by relying on the strength of his muscles!

Being able to walk off the tarmac as if on flat ground, this guy is considered a ruthless person!

Looking at Chu Guang, who was wearing blue power armor, Saren had a bright smile on his face and opened his arms exaggeratedly.

"Haha! Stay safe, dear alliance manager!"

"We finally meet in reality!"