Chapter 954 Redemption! (1/2)

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 make a good name for yourself.

But once your heart softens——

It's too late.

"boom!"

The sudden sound of gunshots 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 simultaneously from the rear, Lacy, who was fighting with the remnants of the Southern Army on the front line, no longer had a crooked nose, 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 is true that he blew up the dam, but he did not expect that the entire downstream village would be destroyed 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 blowing 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, Laxi's original intention was to protect the dam from being blown up by stray bullets, but the soldier executed the wrong order. Another example is that the soldier did not execute the order wrong at all, because no one gave the order, and the dam was in disrepair for a long time, and was shaken by Bamt's 100mm cannon... After all, the quality of Xilan Empire's engineering is the same as the empire itself, which can only be viewed from a distance and not played with.

But some things are not understood.

Those buried in the red soil can only serve as nutrients for later generations, allowing later generations to absorb the dregs in the red soil.

Laxi gritted his teeth and nodded, and finally gave the order.

"Martial law!"

In fact, until now, no one in the military tent thought it was a big deal, and they only felt sorry for the future pillars who died in the conflict.

They spent a lot of money to train those children.

Including Laxi himself, he only regarded those fools who made trouble as the same as the elders of the Moon Clan Resistance Army. After all, it was this kind of clown-like character who had been playing against him all the time.

However, he himself forgot that those clowns didn't even dare to resist.

The people who resisted him this time dared to bleed.

Looking at Lassi who was staring at the front-line map in silence, the officers at the command table exchanged glances and whispered.

"Could it be Abusek's doing?"

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

"Heh... will they tell you the truth?"

"If it's really them who instigated it, I'm afraid they will attack! We must be on guard!"

On the other side, in the central part of Yangzhou, at the forefront of the confrontation between the Northern Field Army of the Boro Kingdom and the Southern Army, Isher held a telescope and looked at the enemy's position, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

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

Things are really unpredictable.

At this time, an officer walked behind him and reported.

"Lasi's troops are gathering behind us."

After putting an end to his revolving thoughts, Isher put down the telescope and sighed.

"Have they made any further moves?"

The officer shook his head.

"No."

After pondering for a long time, Isher gave an order.

"Let Yokaler take his 110,000th team...take over my position, and remember not to rush! Maintain a defensive position."

After a pause, he continued.

"Also notify the brothers of the 30,000th team, and follow me to see what Lasi is up to!"

Originally, he planned to let Yokaler beware of Lasi, but thinking of Yokaler's bad temper, impulsiveness and irritability, he gave up the idea.

Don't let the other side not want to fight, but he will accidentally fire the gun first.

Another thing is, if a fight really breaks out, Yokaler, the reckless man, is not Lasi's opponent.

He is not bragging.

In the entire country of Boro, I am afraid that only his reward can compare with Lasi.

This is recognition from the enemy.

At the same time, at the forefront of the confrontation.

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

After several rounds of confrontation, he was basically sure that the one standing in front of him was the "Jungle Rat" with a bounty close to 10 million dinars, the wisest general of the country of Boro!

Thinking of this, Ross couldn't help but curl up a little self-mockery.

When he first set foot on Xifan Port, he looked at those Boro people who would rather dig a pit to bury themselves than dare to resist, and faced their compatriots but were fierce and fierce, and he only had contempt and anger in his heart.

At that time, he would never have thought that such a group of embarrassing little mice would become stronger and stronger, and even a few talents emerged that even officers like him who were born in a professional school would find difficult...

Thinking carefully, he actually met that Ishel, and he was only a dozen steps away.

He couldn't help but half-jokingly think 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 is no "Jungle Rat", there will be "Jungle Snake" or "Jungle Bird", and even more difficult "Jungle Cat" and "Jungle Tiger".

At this point, he can't think of how to help the Southern Legion win back a city. He just wants to fight a good fight and offer his last loyalty to Marshal Julius.

But for some reason, the opponent who was originally attacking like a raging fire suddenly seemed to wither.

What are they waiting for?

Ross frowned, his thoughts were as messy as a ball of tangled hemp ropes.

At this time, his adjutant walked into the observation post and handed him a secret telegram with a serious look.

Ross took the secret telegram, glanced at it quickly, and his expression was stunned.

[The 170,000th Corps, listen to the order, the 30,000th Corps of the Boro Kingdom will change guard with the 110,000th Corps at 12 o'clock today. At that time, someone holding the flag of the 110,000th Corps will go up the mountain. The entire army must not open fire and surrender to this person immediately! The emperor of the Eastern Empire promised that he could ensure that you all return home safely. 】

[——Northern Commander, Captain Orlet]

His lips trembled, he took a deep breath, his eyes were bloodshot, he wanted to tear the telegram into pieces and throw it away.

Traitor!

Living dogs!

They hid in caves and ate insects to expand the territory for the legion! But they waited for such a result!

He clenched the telegram paper in his hand, and at this moment, he noticed that the adjutant in front of him had the same red eyes as him.

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 the province of Borneo to protect Valente, 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 back stabbing, 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 were red.

This bunch of bastard Weiland people came to their land to kill a lot of people. 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, and 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, and 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 ruthlessly abandoned them, drowned them into the ever-flowing river, and trampled 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 Sava 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 families 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 Xifan Port resurfaced in front of everyone, and this time the massacre was not by the Willant people but by a certain arrogant "Moon King".

Life and death were imminent, and they had to fight now.

Not only the Boro people recalled the painful memories, but also the Willant people who were at Xifan Port.

The 800,000 Curry Army of Boro had already headed north, and the "Iron General" Grove, whose reputation had risen like a tiger, beat Gibson, who had been powerful for several months, and made him flee in panic.

This guy had been defeated by the Alliance before, and now he lost to the Boro people, which was a complete disgrace to the Willant people.

However, his defeat was not unjust, especially when he saw the Conqueror tanks and Mercedes-Benz in the wilderness, he was so angry that he almost bled, and he wished that everyone in the entire logistics department would be pulled out and shot one by one!

In any case, losing is losing.

Let alone how panicked the "false emperor" Akbar and his servants were, their panic was insignificant, the chief gentleman of the Great Rift Valley didn't even send him an invitation.

Even though he was nominally the king of millions of people, in the eyes of the Great Rift Valley, he was not even as good as the clown in Dam City.

Looking at the sad news that floated from the front line and could no longer be suppressed, the Willant people in Xifan Port were all panicked, and they wanted to jump into the sea and swim out of this "port of death" immediately!

No one could guarantee whether this Abusek would let the 800,000 troops slaughter the entire city like his old boss Janus.

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

Rather than staying in Xifan Port and waiting to die, it is better to take the Eastern Empire's ship and go to the New Xifan Port...

The Eastern Empire has no fleet, but the New Federation of the New World has, and there are quite a few.

For the sake of the friendship of compatriots and a huge sum of money, the federal fleet that had just finished putting out the fire in the Whirlpool Sea turned around and went to the Boro Sea again, bringing the eagerly waiting people to the new home prepared for them by the Eastern Empire...

At the same time, in the southwest corner of the Zolbar Mountains, a young but hopeful seaport was located on the barren land.

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

This is the "Wilant Province Experience".

The series of resettlement measures introduced by the consul to deal with the death dose were obviously learned by the Eastern Empire.

If Marshal Julius were still alive, he would be relieved by this scene, and he might even change his view of Lowell.

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

If we look at this as a big chess game, Lowell must have calculated that the War Construction Committee would create the Weilants, and deliberately created the red soil in order to save the Weilants who have not yet been born!

That image became more glorious in an instant.

Standing on the bare dock, Captain Orlett carried his bag with a haggard face.

When sending a secret message to the front line, he had already boarded the ship of the Eastern Empire in the northwest corner of the war zone, and arrived at the port prepared by the Eastern Empire to receive the spoils with confidential documents of the northern front.

Thinking about it carefully, this may be the reason why Saren has not 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 McLen standing at the port, Captain Orlett, who had figured out everything, smiled bitterly.

"...Our Tyr has made all the calculations, but he didn't expect to become your wedding dress."

Looking at this guy who was once high-spirited in front of him, McLen, who was smoking a cigar, laughed.

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

You want to fight with masters, isn't that what you asked for?

But McLen didn't ridicule him.

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

It's not that the Southern Legion has no chance of winning, and the Alliance is not certain to win.

If Gurion is replaced by Griffin, who has experienced the Alliance's methods, the Southern Legion's winning rate can be at least 60%.

But how can a dead person crawl out of a coffin?

The death of General Kras and General Griffin made him completely realize that the Legion is destined to be unable to learn from the experience of failure, and it is impossible to move from one failure to the next victory.

They can either win the final victory with great strides, or they can only lose a lot in one failure after another.

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

They can win many times, but they can't get up as long as they lose once...

Looking at McLen, who seemed to be smiling, Olet shook his head.

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

General McLennan said calmly.

"If the sun changes from one to two, can the wasteland be saved? Why do you want to imagine a possibility that does not exist?"

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

"That's true..."

After a long pause, he couldn't help but say again.

"By the way, my business..."

McLennan knew what he was going to say and said it concisely.

"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, and you're still asking such a stupid question?" McClun smoked a cigar and smiled meaningfully at him, "You don't think everyone can go ashore, do you?"

"That's true..." Olette'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 armor they wore was 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 was labeled as "father and son".

"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 yourselves - your own hearts."

"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 everyone can live a good life without him? If you really think so, no one can save you."

"This sentence is not a riddle."

"But be happy, you are unlikely to have a worse ending than Boulder City, but how good it can 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, a steel airship slowly landed on the landing pad of the Great Rift Valley.

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

He was wearing an armor made of pure gold, and unlike the one 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 this nearly one-density-heavy 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!"