In 1942, Cornisburg was a place that was absolutely unrelated to Taiping. As the area closest to the Red Empire on traditional territory, the Sandezi Empire recruited soldiers and set up camps here. While capturing some residents of the city into concentration camps to make soap, the other hand recruited soldiers and set up camps, further strengthening this Far East military fortress.
Baihe, wearing a white long windbreaker, and Yaresta Crowley, wearing a black long windbreaker, were walking on the street late at night. The magical power brought the passing Wanzi soldiers to ignore them. Baihe looked at the old houses on the street and Wanzijun patrolling Wanzijun, and suddenly couldn’t help but sigh.
“Why do you sigh?”
Baihe shook his head and looked at the scenery on the street. He rarely began to feel pretentious. Compared with the history he knew, the future situation of this city is amazing, but the reason cannot be explained to Yaresta.
“Because of stupid war?” Yaresta asked, “The boring trick of human self-elimination?”
“Don’t tell me that your understanding of war is so superficial, Dr. Crowley.” Baihe sneered, “I just lament the disaster caused by war, whether the cause of the war is the inevitable process of the development of civilization or the nonsense of some guys who have nothing to do; disasters and death are not very beautiful after all.”
“It seems unconvincing to say this kind of thing, Mr. Bai.” Yaresta refuted disapprovingly: “The spies and believers on the train yesterday would probably think so.”
“I didn’t kill them.” Baihe glared.
“They will never be grateful to you, Mr. Bai.” Yaresta laughed: “I think they might rather die immediately.”
“I also demand survival and development. To the guy who threatens my safety, I can’t just sacrifice myself for others casually, right?” Baihe smiled and said: “The power and resources that may be involved in behavior have reached the level of you and me. The competitive environment is completely unbearable. Is it used to the job of creating tragedy? Ha, do I look like a despicable villain with double standards?”
“I know.” Yaresta laughed, with a little understanding in his laughter: “Sometimes success must be accompanied by evil behavior, right?”
“Don’t you think it’s boring to talk about this superficial justice and evil before facing that gentleman? It’s hard to say whether I’m on the side of mankind.” Baihe picked up his pipe and looked at the sky: “Let’s broader your thinking. People have been the spokesperson of God in some aspects.”
“The church has always not liked this statement.” Yaresta smiled sarcastically: “I’m a little doubtful now. I’m going to see him as a correct decision.”
“Are you scared?” Baihe looked at Yaresta.Crowley asked with his trembling fingers.
“Yes, I am indeed afraid.” Yaresta Crowley widened his eyes, and sweat kept flowing down his forehead: “Let me be quiet for a while before reaching the destination.”
Baihe shrugged. He could understand Yaresta’s mental state at this time, and where this fear came from.
Alesta Crowley is by no means a cowardly and incompetent person who can stand in the magic world and the so-called “scientific world” in the future.
Fear is not a critical emotion. Osamu Tezuka believes that understanding fear is a manifestation of a person’s true mental maturity.
It’s just that when a person’s psychology is in violent turmoil, it is easy to expose the hidden weakness. Confusion and fear are completely normal reactions.
What is important is whether to turn around and leave or continue moving forward under fear.
Baihe looked at Yaresta’s heavy but solid steps and felt a little moved.
But you, the upside-down man, really trust me so much?
Shirakawa shrugged speechlessly as he looked at the thick black windbreaker that was permeated with sweat.
At this time, quiet is a luxury.
The sound of footsteps came from all directions. Baihe snapped his fingers, and a trace of Mars shone out from his pipe, and a scent of scent rose. As the sound gradually approached, a large number of magicians, priests, and even soldiers from the Ten Thousand Character Party rushed out.
It has indeed become the target of the whole world.
But challenging the dragon will cause trouble.
White Dragon sighed, and the huge wing-like light condensed behind him, and a playful look appeared in his red eyes.
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“Miss Schwartz, the battlefield has been cleared.” Standing in the temporary command post at the entrance of the alley, Otto Rasch, the commander of the Konesburg garrison, said to Lola Stuart, who passed by the pseudonym.
He looked at the stitching marks on Miss Schwartz’s body and forced his eyes mixed with pity and disgust.
As a senior officer of the Imperial Army, Otto Rasch was not ignorant of the more real world.
He was secretly terrified that he had heard of what the church did. Even the head of the Wanzi Party formed the “Ancestral Heritage Society” seven years ago, and it seemed that there was another office at the same time, with the purpose of replacing the role of the church.
He heard that the church had often fought strange things in unknown corners. Facing unpredictable dangers, Otto Rash was secretly terrified. Girls of this age should be innocent. Even if they were girls in his family who were full of loyalty to the head of state at this age, they would actually know themselves.What does the slogan mean?
This girl from the church is so big that she is covered with scars, and looks like she is sewn with a doll after being stitched by a bombshell.
What a cruel world.
He listened to the silent voice in the distance, and was a little strange: “Ms., the encirclement over there should have been closed.”
“You want to ask why there is no sound at all?” Lola Stuart smiled, the stitching marks at the corner of her mouth made her expression gloomy. She obviously knew this, and the corner of her mouth just curled it a little: “I don’t know why it became quiet, but the battle has begun.”
They walked through the alley, and the amazing light and explosion on the road appeared in their sight, but Otto Rash’s expression became shocking.
He saw half of the building being razed to the ground, the ground became uneven in the violent explosion, and all the weapons of the monarchs ejected the tongue of fire, but without exception, no sound was made.
Cold sweat flowed down from the forehead of the Imperial Army general. It was one thing to hear that extraordinary power was one thing, and it was another thing to see it.
Lola Stuart looked at Yaresta, who was walking in the fire in a daze and the young man floating in the sky with his spread wings, frowned: “Don’t get close, analyze the source of this silent spell immediately.”
The nun beside her searched in a thick information bag, and his expression gradually became frightened: “Ms. Lola, it’s a magic that is completely indecipherable.”
“It’s as undecipherable as the blasphemous dirty spell in the train? No matter how close it is, it can’t be found, no matter how close it is myths, legends, or magic books?” Lola asked in a low voice.