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"Brothers, think about it, if we win this time, we will win the Champion of the Universe! In the years that have passed, when we are old, we can still boast to our descendants, and tell them in their admiring eyes how impregnable the defense of the old men was back then, so tenacious that even the champions of the universe were helpless! If we want to have this day, we will do what we should do without distractions, whether they attack or not, we will not mess with ourselves! ”

… One slammed the stick, just a blind threat, the other bitter and sweet dates one after another, the command styles of the uncle and nephew are very different, there is no difference in their views and perceptions of this e-sports game.

This battle will be a heavy rest, an end to all the past entanglements between the two of them, so they are both so dedicated.

The core of the charm of competitive competition lies in competition, and the charm of competition lies in the fact that it will distinguish winners and losers, but it will not be limited to winning and losing.

It's like after a song is written to a certain level, it will no longer be limited to singing, lyrics, or even who sings it, as long as the melody sounds, it will always touch the souls of countless people, thus bringing people moving and strength.

Maybe it's not just humans.

Somewhere in the deepest part of the dungeon, somewhere in the ninth block, there was always the melody of a song that had been played on a loop many times before stopping, and finally followed by a heavy sigh.

Of course, the unicorn sigh is very different from the human sigh, at least in decibels.

It's an old unicorn that always comes here at noon with a bunch of toddlers, where the best concert hall in the dungeon was located, and lets the little ones listen to it in an atmosphere full of beautiful melodies to reminisce about its glorious years, and the best years of unicorns and the glory of their race on the best planet.

Year after year, it has grown older and older, so old that it often dreams lately that it has knocked on the door of heaven, and returned to the place where it grew up carefree in its childhood, so it has been listening to this song called "Knocking on the Door of Heaven" when it blows to the little ones.

But dreams are just dreams, and even if it knocks on the gates of heaven many times, the reality is that the little ones that follow it have changed generations after generations, and now they are in the fourth generation, and they are still in this damn dungeon, and its people are still sinking into this purgatory-like cage from which they cannot escape.

It doesn't know how long it will live, but it probably knows that it won't be able to wait to see the next generation of unicorns, so what it can do is to educate the fourth generation of these little ones and try to show off their past, so that they will often think of the first generation unicorn that loves to brag after they die.

It has long since given up analyzing humanity in order to find a way for its people to survive in the outside world.

For a long time, many of the unicorn's ancestors and its greatest vision was that one day, his people would be free and treated fairly by humanity, no longer killing and enslaving, as it remembers.

But there is really no way, although unicorns are born with wisdom no less than humans, but unicorns do not have the powerful reproductive ability of humans, tens of billions of human beings have accumulated thousands of years of civilization, and it is definitely not a unicorn in its heyday, but tens of thousands of unicorns, or it and hundreds of descendants can be completely peeked into.

It finally came to the conclusion that it was perhaps beyond God's power to kill all human desires.

And if they can't kill human desires/desires, even if they get out of this cage, they will not have freedom, let alone be treated fairly.

After the sigh, the song starts from the beginning again, the memories start again, and it tells a new story to the little ones.

Mom, help me take off this badge.

I don't need to wear it anymore.

It's getting darker, everything is blurry,

It made me feel like I was knocking on heaven's door.

…

Mom, help me put the gun on the ground.

I can't lift my gun anymore.

The clouds hung behind me,

It made me feel like I was knocking on heaven's door.

…

Like the song in the song, its new story is also about the mother.

It told the children the story of its mother who saved it with her life.

Its mother, who has not undergone biochemical modifications, naturally cannot resist the bombardment of human artillery, and tells the little unicorns as if it were an adventure that when humans come to catch the young one, the mother can escape, but the mother chooses to let the humans who try to snatch its children step over its corpse...

Every scene, even the mother's being crushed into a meatloaf by the large mecha combat platform of the Russian Federation, is vivid, so its story can be told very excitingly.

That's true.

From the aesthetic point of view of the unicorn, it is so well spoken, full of emotion and emotion, so that the eyes of the little unicorns, which are bigger than basketballs, are full of tears, all of them want to find their mother immediately, and then shrink under their mother and cry bitterly.

"Little ones, I don't tell this story to make you sad, but I just want to tell you that you are very happy. Maybe your parents told you that you live in hell, and that the vast world outside this city is heaven and so on, but I want to tell you that no, this city is heaven, where you don't have to worry about dying, you can grow up carefree and happy, and you won't lose your mother like I did at the beginning..."

Its eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

Is this heaven? It's just using this sentence to deceive the children.

As the most learned and the only biochemically modified first-generation unicorn in the city, it has read countless human works over the past hundred years, and of course knows that in the paradise of human imagination, it should not be devastated and ubiquitous rats, but at least some winged birds.

But just as the kindergarten teacher knows countless dark sides of society, and also tells the children that the reality is very beautiful, it can only try to make them more hopeful for the future in the face of the little unicorns of this age, as for the cruelty of the world, it is something that high school or even college should let them understand thoroughly.