To live or to die. [No pop-ups. 】

Staff Officer Park Chol-gyu has encountered this choice countless times. As long as he can keep himself alive, he never cares what the other option is. People are sometimes complex, sometimes they are simple.

He finished preparing for the launch of the missile, and the helmet sight cursor flashed like a wavering fate. Plugged in, the medium-range R-27 air-to-air missile under the wing is ready to go. Staff Officer Park's point of view is no longer on the flat display, but infinitely far away, as if piercing through the clouds, seeing the 7 VIP transport plane in front of him, seeing the princess Kim Jiang Ji in the cabin, and seeing the perseverance that is completely incommensurate with her age.

"Well aimed, good, then...... Long live the Golden Frog King. He licked his lips and smiled with aspiration.

The fire flickered under the silver wing, and two missiles were fired at the same time. When the rocket engine is activated, a huge flame erupts, pushing the body of the missile containing the lethal warhead to accelerate and stab straight forward like a sharp sword.

The direction of the missile launch was none other than the ship-7 aircraft of Princess Jin Jiangji.

The cabin was already in chaos. Although the alarm sound stopped at some point, the co-pilot still kept shouting, "Sharp turn, sharp turn." He shouted as he prepared to eject jamming bombs. The VIP transport aircraft is equipped with limited anti-missile means, but it is impossible to escape the attack of the MiG-29.

Princess Jin Jiangji saw the flash of the spout flame and the missile had been launched, and she said, "Don't care. Keep heading. As a fighter pilot, it's common sense that a head-to-head attack isn't the best way to intercept it, but she wants to see what Staff Officer Park's calculations are.

The crew had no choice but to obey the princess's instructions, and did not even release the jamming bomb.

Watching a missile come head-on is an absolutely terrifying experience, it's like lying under a guillotine.

The two R-27 medium-range air-to-air missiles are constantly accelerating to reach the optimal maneuvering speed, like two poisonous snakes flying rapidly, as fast as lightning. Except for the golden princess, everyone else couldn't help but close their eyes at the moment when the missile was about to end, they didn't know what was happening, they were just quietly accepting death. At least they and the princess held out until the last moment.

Death did not come.

The pilot opened his eyes, and there was no damage to the plane. It's just that the vision is disturbed, and you can't see anything in the white smoke ahead. The two missiles passed by the plane, did not explode, but continued to fire in the direction of the puppet behind them. They are now flying in the tail smoke of the missile.

There was a shadow on the head, and it flashed.

Kim Jiang Ji knew that it was the MiG-29 piloted by Staff Officer Park, and it could only be him.

He finally spoke over the radio: "Princess! I'm late. These two active missiles radiate electromagnetic signatures, attracting puppets. Please princess follow me, and I will take you out. ”

Sure enough, as he said, the surrounding puppet tide began to change shape, converging towards the two missiles behind Jin Jiangji.

Staff Officer Park pulled up the nose of the plane under low thrust, and the wing surface suddenly shook off the white mist. He stepped on the right rudder to roll the plane to the right until it was completely reversed, then corrected and increased thrust, allowing the plane to make a hammerhead maneuver without gaining altitude. In front of the puppet, this is the most minimally and most low-key U-turn method of action, and it is very difficult.

The MiG-29 flew next to the Jinjiang-Ji plane, swung its wings to follow, and then began to dive.

Seeing that the princess did not speak, the crew of the VIP plane immediately pushed the rod slowly and followed Staff Officer Park's fighter jet to dive. By far the best way to avoid golems is ultra-low-altitude flight.

The huge swarm of puppets rushed to the rear, and the -27 air-to-air missile was a product of the old era, and the active guidance radar was very powerful, attracting the puppets to the past. Soon, the ghost tide in front of Jin Jiangji gradually dispersed into two streams, and a passage miraculously appeared in the middle.

Park Zhejiu seized the opportunity and broke through with Princess Jin.

Break through the puppet group, and the mothership Novominsk is ahead.

On the other side of the horizon, the fire was blazing, the wails were gone, and the only sound in my ears was the roar of the waves and the cracking of steel. Thick smoke billowed from the black sea, and the wreckage was patched one after another. The frenzied ramming of the puppets causes one submarine after another to collapse and disintegrate in a big explosion. Fireballs burst out, and from time to time people were seen thrown into the sky by the shock wave, mostly shattered, like a pile of rags. Plasma and oil splintered with stumps and fragments like cobwebs, sprinkling into the sky and the sea.

The first diving detachment was already completely dead, and the second detachment was even later afloat, and before it was reinforced, it was besieged by puppets, and it was only a matter of time before it was destroyed. The supply mothership Novominsk is even more insured, she cannot connect with other submarines, and can only drag the umbilical cord desperately to carry out a Z-shaped maneuver. The additional secondary guns at the rear of the bridge had already caught fire, and the deck was scorched with flames.

More golems are swooping, ramming anything they perceive.

Several key members of the youth regiment rushed to the deck to help rescue the wounded. When they saw the miserable scene, they all gritted their teeth, "Staff Officer Park is a traitor, he betrayed us, otherwise it would not have been exposed." ”

"It's a trap at all. Let our princess gather the old ministry and annihilate it in one fell swoop. ”

"The royal capital, it is the royal capital forces who want to put the princess to death."

No one noticed that a puppet KF-16 dived vertically, roared down, and slammed into the starboard side of the Novominsk, and the fire immediately engulfed the core cadres of these youth regiments.

Whether it is a soldier, a general, or a king, they are all so small, fragile, and insignificant at this moment.

All anger and pain, ideals and aspirations, all flew away like dust.

The corpses float and sink like duckweed, and no matter how strong the will and determination are, they will also decay.

Far away in the sky, there is a heart that feels all that is happening here.

Meng Zhen sat in the back seat of the F-24 fighter, he was completely still, and his expression was no longer solemn, but a completely empty blank. Through the interaction system, his spirit enters the entire network of 100-day ghost simulations. It's a strange world I've been to countless times, and it's also an unpredictable simulated space. There is no light, no temperature, no sound, no taste, and no touch, and can only be experienced by the blending of consciousness. Here, Meng can feel countless strange things like fireflies swimming, slowly floating upwards, and then touching and sticking to each other, forming a dense spider web. Or not a spider web, but a super-large neural network, an infinite neural network built by countless single souls. There appears to be a large glowing ball in the center of the network, pulsating regularly, like the heart of the center of the network.

He felt with his heart, could hear, see, and touch the dead souls being recycled by the heart, waiting for the next use. The more people die, the more vigorous the puppet becomes, it's an endless pain, reciprocating cycle, it's a real infernal hell.

What should I do? These puppets have also been killed by others before. They return to the war machine, reincarnation, kill others, and become puppets again. What the hell is this doing, I was one of them myself, but I don't understand the meaning of all this.

In the network system composed of the Hundred Day Ghosts, countless simulated souls exist, representing the objects they map, with the stories of their lives: they were born and raised somewhere in this world, and wrestled with fate in the chaotic times of the end of the law. Keep killing your own kind to win space and power to survive. They have failures and gains, some have found their goal to pursue, some have found a soul mate, and they continue to fight to protect what they hold dear. But death can come at any time, and everyone can't plan their death, but when they die, everything they did before they die is in vain.

After death, the soul is here, constantly wandering, waiting for the next meaningless reincarnation.

For the first time, Meng Strike was so dazed. He was a soldier, an excellent fighter pilot, from a privileged family, and with some of the results achieved on the front, he quickly returned home to become a hero, and then participated in the Hundred Days Ghost Project, without having to test fly himself or worry about the enemy, and enjoyed a life of honor and ease. These are all given to him by the system, because the system needs him. On the other hand, he was also deeply influenced by the system. The system is like the whooping ghost neural network in front of it, huge and efficient, devouring and annihilating individuals. After the war, he decided to escape, become a mercenary, be a living person, use his eyes and body to experience the world, become a self-warrior, and experience all the things he should experience personally. But even so, he couldn't get rid of the confusion in his heart that he couldn't understand.

Now, he really felt the incomparable reality from another level of nothingness:

I thought I had found my purpose and that I would fight for my love and what I cherished. But one day, I'll die too. And then become a meaningless member of this torrent of souls. Everything you did and everything you had in life was actually illusory.

Meng Struck fell silent in the system, staring at the boundless heart of infinity:

"I'll go to the end and find out."

The storm is turbulent.

The air battleship Novo Minsk fired in unison, and everyone was red-eyed. They reached their limits, fell into unconscious madness, and no one thought about dodging, no one thinking about how to survive, just kept shooting! Shoot! The starboard side of the mercenary ship entered the water and began to tilt sharply, which could capsize at any time, and the glorious new Minsk ushered in its final moments.

The center of the war situation has lost almost half of its functions, but it is still operating at full capacity, directing air defense units to counterattack. They will have to wait at least until the return of Princess Jin Jiangji. As long as the puppets maintain their current queue and do not carry out large-scale tidal impacts, they still hold on to a glimmer of life.

At the moment when the tension was extremely high, someone suddenly exclaimed: "The puppet has changed!" ”

This sentence is like the sharp sound of the sword on the top, and the sword has fallen.

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