"Do you have to pay the price for your own inability in the first place?" The woman's voice pierced through Consé Dante's soul like a magic sound.

I saw that his body trembled slightly, and Constance Dante neither admitted nor denied it, but the blankness in his eyes had already revealed the wavering in his heart.

The chaotic memories seemed to tear apart Constance Dante's skull, pricking his skull. Constance, Dante unconsciously covered his head, enduring the faint pain that came through it.

Once again, shattered memories sent a violent wave through Constance Dante's mind!

"Isn't it ridiculous that you want to keep the warmth of a human being even though you want to forget the past, but you still can't be hard-hearted, even though you are a monster like us?" Purple-black flecks of light surrounded Constance Dante, touching Consit's cheek as if a hand was caressing.

"Accept my terms and sign a contract with me, and I will give you the sword that will break the shackles of fate!" The whispers flowed in Conseidante's ears, revealing a strange aura, as if the devil was inducing, and the sparkle in Conseidante's eyes became more and more dim.

"What do you want, do you remember?"

"I want ・・・・・・," Constantine whispered.

"What was your original pursuit?"

"Yes," said Constance Dante, who was about to speak, opened his mouth, but still did not say it.

"Is it power, wealth, fame, is it to stand on the top of the mountains or to break free from the shackles brought to you by fate!"

Finally, a glimmer of light popped out of Constance Dante's eyes, a flash of fire that shone from the darkness, "What I want is ・・・・・・"

・・・・・・

Explosions rang out again and again. I saw the combined fire cannon on the hands of [Nightmare] aimed at the crowd, and suddenly the flesh and blood flew on their backs, and the artillery who had no time to return fire was swallowed up by the artillery fire in an instant.

And many more are still struggling to break free from the roar of this monster.

And when they came to their senses, they were horrified to find themselves in hell.

"General Kurak!" The panicked Poles fled to the rear and met their general, but instead of a look of excitement on their faces, they were now swayed by fear. In the face of giants like gods and demons, only a small part of them can muster up the courage to raise their weapons.

"How's it going! How's that going, Her Highness! General Kurak asked, grabbing a scarred soldier from his fleeing horse. In order to protect the safety of Jadwiga, General Kurak deliberately arranged the queen's chariot in the center of the procession, but the sudden attack caused the Polish army in the center to fall into unprecedented panic, with dead and wounded pillows and wailing everywhere.

"No・・・・・・ I don't know, General, ・・・・・・ there" The Polish soldier, whose eyes were full of fear, could not even speak. In fact, he simply couldn't provide what General Kurak wanted, and no one cared about their responsibilities in the face of such a terrifying monster, let alone the queen who protected them.

More Polish soldiers fled behind General Kurak, abandoning their courage and reputation in their hearts to get out of here, which was human nature, and even if the soldiers were suppressed by absolute power, they simply did not have the courage to resist.

But at this moment, the fierce gunfire pierced the sky, causing all the panicked people to stop.

"Stop!" General Kulak burst out with a roar of rage, and looked at these frightened Polish soldiers, angry and heartbroken. He had no idea that these soldiers he had personally selected would behave like this, could it be that the peace of the kingdom in the past few years had made them forget the blood shed by their ancestors, so that they gave up the honor of soldiers so easily. "Have you forgotten? You are still soldiers of the Kingdom of Poland, descendants of the eagle of the north, is it true that the will left by your ancestors has become a dead letter, and the iron-clad military discipline is useless, so that you will leave your post without shame? Kulak drooped his own empty magazine and glanced at the Polish soldiers in front of him, who were not afraid of mutiny, because he did not believe that his prestige in the army would dare to challenge him.

Watching the fear in the eyes of the Polish soldiers gradually fade, slowly, General Kulak's face also calmed down and stopped being silent.

"Everyone line up and prepare, follow me to rescue Her Royal Highness!" Kurak looked at everyone and shouted in a deep voice.

"But the monster!" Out of nowhere, a trembling voice full of fear came and affected everyone's minds. Indeed, the appearance of the ancient mecha was too shocking for anyone to have the courage to stand up to him.

But Kulak's majestic gaze suppressed the cowardice again, and I saw this twilight man with gray sideburns say in a deep voice: "Don't forget that you are Polish warriors, don't forget the meaning of the banner in your hands, the glory of the kingdom was recast under the blood-stained banner, more than a hundred years ago, we resisted foreign invasions and were able to establish our own country, and I don't want more than a hundred years later, Polish warriors have forgotten the spirit left by the martyrs!" ”

General Kurak's voice was full of pain, he looked at the raging monster not far behind him, and said: "Yes, it is indeed a monster, but he is a mecha after all, and the mecha is made by others, which means that he is not invincible." Ten thousand steps back, even if it's a monster, then I want our warrior to be Siegfried, and since that great warrior can kill dragons, so can we! ”

Gradually, under Kurak's incendiary words, the eyes of these Poles were filled with war, yes, they were not improvised peasant armies, nor mercenaries who fought for money, they were real Polish warriors, and because of this everyone was inspired, even those who had been swallowed up by fear were now inspired by the courage of their companions.

"Qiang—"

General Kurak drew his sword from his waist and shouted:

"For Poland! For the Polish army! Remember that you are not fighting for me, but to wash away the shame you have brought you, Your Highness! ”

This man could only inspire everyone around him in this way, because Poland was a military state, and these soldiers sometimes valued the honor of the country and the army more than their own lives. (To be continued.) )