There are always people who say that the world is virtual, that everyone in it is made up of zero and one, that they have no soul, that they are nothing more than a collection of AI.

But that was the old view two hundred years ago, at the end of the twentieth century and the beginning of the twenty-first century, that now, every aboriginal in this world has his own memory, and he or she will remember what kind of life experience he or she has, the people he has seen, and the things he has encountered, all of which are the scenery he has seen every day of his life.

Is this kind of life just made up of zero and one, but it can trample on life at will, trample their heads into the mud, destroy their lives, and turn their fate around...... That's why the cubs that are put on the shelves are sold like goods, just because they're cute, and they're not of your race.

This is not possible.

Operating the medieval muskets, they had a troublesome loading process with a breech charge, so that in the end, when the big men like mad dogs approached, the steppe elves shot the whole strip along with the bullets, and then, like an embankment, the embankment made up of these one-meter-two little men in front of them was broken by the wave of enemies, and behind them, more steppe elf wings began to shoot.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that in the face of sin, you can only wait for death, what is terrible is that in the face of sinners, you can only retreat, and what is terrible is that in the face of crime, you can only endure humiliation and steal life.

We should not repeat what we experienced two thousand years ago in the age of wandering, square ears and pointed ears have lost so much in order to survive that they are not willing to lose anything again.

Jiuye raised the butt of the gun again, her hands were as heavy as lead, but she still used the butt in her hand to hit the big man who was knocked down again and again.

Every sacrifice is for justice to be served, every deceased person is for justice to be extended, and every bullet is the smallest and heaviest bargaining chip at one end of the balance of justice.

Dragged the corpse of a friend not far in front of her, and used it to block the wounded person in front of her, Ming En took the hemostat handed over by her sister, and when the arrow fell through the leather armor under the ribs, she broke the arrow with her hand, and then got up, stabbed the hemostat into the eye socket of the big man who fell beside her, stirred it vigorously a few times, and then used this pliers to pull out the blood vessels of the injured person from the wound and clip it.

If possible, no one would like war, and if possible, may there be peace in the multiverse, and if possible, may every fellow citizen live in good age.

Yang sat up with his wounds covered by the bullet, took out the revolver from his waist, and the nine-millimeter copper-clad flat-headed cross-pattern ammunition rushed out of the barrel in the confrontation between the firing pin and gunpowder, and flew over a considerable distance under the effect of rifling, flying off the skull of the enemy soldier who was suppressing his friend.

It's a pity that dreams are easy to wake up, it's a pity that ideals are fragile, and it's a pity that beauty is easy to destroy.

The warhammer swung in the slender hand, first shattering the opponent's knee, and as he knelt down, the spikes at the end of the upside-down warhammer stabbed along his jaw, and when the tail pierced the entire skull, Anne grabbed the tail end and forcefully brought the entire warhammer out, and the huge weapon that whistled in the air smashed the opponent holding the shield directly.

What we want to do is not to change the world and destroy the world, nor to exhaust all innovations, let alone let history fall into the cycle of reincarnation, we just want sinners to die, so that justice can be served, and everyone will have to pay the corresponding price for the choices he makes.

The battlemage who was locked on was maneuvering quickly, but it was useless, the floating probe locked it at a faster speed, attacking in a triangular way, the first blow, the needle body emitted by the probe penetrated the waist of the battle mage, he lost his balance and turned 90 degrees, the whole arm has been transformed into an earth element, he used his arm to block the second blow, but failed, the second blow penetrated his right leg, so the completely unbalanced battle mage screamed and ushered in the third blow- The needle body pierced its skull, and the uncontrolled corpse advanced towards the ground under the influence of gravity, while Flame turned around, another group of probes had completed its attack, and a third group of probes was besieging a high-level battle mage, her opponent seemed to understand the principle of this floating probe's attack very well, and by accelerating the missile bay, the human was rapidly approaching it.

There is no such thing as justice, this battle mage raised the long sword in his hand, and the long battle had emptied his spell slot, but at this moment, no one would choose to retreat, and above the entire sky, the once noble spellcasters were like outlaws on the streets.

The ghost sword body was ejected, and the cat girl used the spout in the probe chamber to adjust her position the moment her opponent approached, and the ghost sword pierced through the back of his head, and the negative energy evaporated everything in an instant.

Retracting the Ghost Sword, the probes quickly searched for new prey.

………………

Pushing the corpse away from her body, Panny released the handle of the dagger and used her arm guard to block the blow from her opponent's kick, and as she was knocked down, she straightened her other straight hand and aimed the ejection mechanism in the arm guard at her target, and the steel sharp Hidden Arrow pierced the opponent's eye socket, twisting everything that followed.

Getting up and tearing open the healing scroll, the girl got up, picked up the shotgun on the side, stabbed the bayonet into the ribs of the opponent who was pinching her companion, then pulled the trigger, shattered the ribs that might have stuck the bayonet, and kicked the body away, turned around, and looked into the center of the line, where the elemental Marceau was fighting against several opponents.

"Long-term!" Penny shouted his cousin's name loudly as he stuffed bullets into the shotgun - there were four more single-headed bullets on his belt, and the 12-gauge single-headed bullet used a steel-clad steel bullet, although it hurt rifling, but at this time, who cares about the life of the guy in his hand.

"Such a loud howl will only make you obvious. From the other side of the melee came his cousin's reply: "Unlike you who don't know how to be flexible, I called someone over." ”

Then Penny saw more and more steppe elves rushing into the battlefield, and in all this, quantity trumped quality.

Turning, the butt of the rifle knocked down the gnome who wanted to fish in troubled waters, and then the steel one-headed bullet pierced the other dwarf that was rushing towards him four times, along with the thick wooden shield in his hand.

Pulling the pump, the second one-headed bullet continued to damage the dwarf, turning the dwarf's head, which was still howling and rushing towards him, into an inexplicable mosaic.

The third shot was not wasted, it first broke the sword I used to block it, and then got into the chest of the sword owner, but the one-headed bullet, which had lost too much muzzle velocity, could no longer penetrate the unlucky man's back plate plate, so the big man was taken upside down and flew out.

At this point, Penny's cousin finally came over, kicked the dwarf who had crawled up, raised her gun and aimed it at him, but ended it all with a bayonet.

"I remember you couldn't even kill chickens. ”

"People change, my dear. ”

After saying that, the two girls glanced at a certain kitten together, only to find that he had rushed into the new battlefield with a long knife and meowing, and his former opponents ...... There's really no way to get them out of the corpses all over the ground.

"Kittens are like that, as long as there is a fight, they become difficult to control. After Penny finished speaking, he noticed that his cousin was lame: "What's wrong with your leg." ”

"When I fell, I was stepped on by an unknown crumb. After saying that, Long raised his musket and knocked the screaming enemy rushing towards him to the ground, the latter did not expect this shot to be so accurate, and was completely defenseless and was lifted off the back of his head: "I want to thank my grandfather, without him teaching me to play with muskets when I was young, I really couldn't have been so accurate." ”

"yes, but I think it's my paternal genes that make me so good. With that, Penny lowered his head and ripped the ammunition pouch from the waist of his fallen comrade at his feet.