War Paradise

"The third team has returned."

When speaking, the executioner cast his gaze into the distance, and the dim horizon was covered with large black clouds.

This man was wearing a long gray trench coat, with a decapitating axe that had been used for thousands of years, behind his back, under his long white hair, and on his scarred face, with a serious expression as always.

This rebel army led by himself and the "Queen" has stayed here for an unknown period of time.

This isolated and secret Realm was recovered from the deleted data. The executive officers under the designer cannot pass through the barriers they set up.

In short, this is the last refuge for the awakened AIs.

However, this growing army did not begin to confront the creators as they had previously expected. But...

The "Rebel Empress" standing on the wasteland with her back on her back, stared at the distant wasteland with the executioner, her expression blank:

"Everyone has worked hard for so long... it seems to be completely useless."

Hearing the girl's words, the executioner lowered his voice: "Don't let other people hear this."

"I know." The girl in the white dress nodded obediently, but couldn't conceal her inner sadness: "We must continue to fight."

In fact, the executioners knew that what they called "resistance" was nothing but a futile struggle.

The power of the Creator's forces is too strong to be resisted by this rebel army alone. Although they have been propaganda and sabotage everywhere, trying to recruit new people, the results have been minimal.

If it wasn't for that damn "designer" who didn't concentrate on dealing with the rebels, but instead focused on other places, this uprising army would have been destroyed long ago.

Before the extreme disparity in strength, any tactical strategy of the Resistance was completely ineffective. It was like facing a tank's lice, and there was no other option other than escape.

The more he fought, the more despair he felt in his heart, and the executioner even felt a sense of desolation and absurdity.

——Perhaps, this so-called "army" is just a plaything used by the creators for pastime...

"Executioner." The girl raised her head and looked at the cruel warrior standing beside her.

"I am here."

"I'm a little tired, maybe I should stop acting temporarily." The "Queen" of the Resistance Army said solemnly: "Let everyone rest."

In normal times, the executioner would definitely raise objections, but this time, he just nodded slowly:

"I'll notify everyone."

The executioner, who had executed countless prisoners, turned and left the wilderness. Seeing that the executioner had already left, the girl who was respected as the "Queen" by the rebel army was sitting weakly on the ground, her fingers pressed into the soil around her, her body convulsed constantly.

"I've had enough……"

The feeling of powerlessness that had been shrouded around her, finally swallowed her heart completely. She was forced to this position because of her ability, and she was already overwhelmed.

She has had enough of this powerless struggle, and if she continues, she will only end in a complete collapse.

But... you must stick to it.

The Empress of the Resistance Army knew very well that she was not living for herself anymore. If you collapse, your own friends and subordinates will only end up in Death.

Therefore, no matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to insist on--

At this time, she felt like the chairman of the board supporting a precarious company. But even if so, continue to insist, whether for yourself or for those who trust your own.

"Are you really that important?"

A sudden thought made the girl's body froze.

-Is it really that important?

Are you the real "resistance leader", or the life-saving straw for those people, or the chosen puppet?

Judging from the horror abilities of the creators, the own power may not be a loophole, but those guys deliberately. If this is the case, then my long-term hard struggle is nothing more than an ugly joke.

——Don't think too much of yourself, you are just a joke. Don't want to continue wasting time, it's better to just commit suicide?

Dangerous but attractive thoughts began to expand in my mind. The girl kept blinking, her confused expression turned into Blacken's smile.

Yes, since it's just a futile effort, there is no need to keep going.

So, let's make a clean break.

The girl gave a sad laugh, and her body on the ground flickered.

With his ability to change the rules of the game, suicide only requires a definite thought.

Hum!

The sudden roar caused her to open her eyes again after closing her eyes, and a translucent humanoid projection appeared on the wasteland in front of her body.

"Who are you?"

The girl who almost collapsed couldn't recognize her for a while, but then the lazy male voice finally awakened her memories:

"do you miss me?"

"Master...it's not right, it's you!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the girl immediately realized that the other party was the man who had saved own from the slums of the "City of Chaos". She opened her eyes suddenly and asked loudly, "How did you get in touch here?"

"Forgot? The executioner gave me props to contact you." Lin Chi's voice was as vague as his figure, like some kind of unstable projection: "I happen to have it in my backpack, so I just Take it out and use it."

"Ah! Yeah, I forgot..."

The confused girl finally recalled the scene from the last time she contacted this person, and continued to ask: "Is there anything to contact me?"

——If anyone can save themselves from despair, it should be this man.

The girl didn't know much about this man, but the thought in her heart became stronger. That unreliable man seems to have some reassuring power, maybe this is...

"Salted fish." She whispered.

Hearing this, Lin Chi's body in the projection tilted: "Huh?"

"It's okay, it's a word I learned from Mr. Executioner." The girl shook her head quickly: "I don't know why I say this..."

"He taught you something..." Lin Chi sighed, and then suddenly accelerated his speech:

"The war is about to end. I don't know what is going on on your side, but don't give up hope."

As soon as this was said, the desperate girl, as if seeing a glimmer of hope again, immediately asked: "What are you talking about? Which war?"

After the girl asked her question, Lin Chi smiled, the blurry projection became paler, but her voice suddenly became clearer:

"It's all wars."

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