A world turned into a wasteland by the outbreak of nuclear war. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

A world where civilization has collapsed because the apocalypse has lasted so long.

The laws of the dark forest became the dominant color of that post-apocalyptic world.

One more day has become the greatest luxury of human beings living in that wasteland.

A world that doesn't even have the strength to curse and abuse fate.

A savior who has compassion for the heavens has emerged.

He brought clean water and food free of radiation contamination to the humans struggling in the wasteland.

He built the new Garden of Eden so that humanity could regain their centuries-old civilization.

In the face of the invasion of ugly aliens, he took the lead in fighting on the front line, bringing victory after victory to mankind.

It was he who made the human voice resound through the stars once again.

It was he who once again ignited the fire of human civilization.

He is the Lord of the Earth, the Emperor of all mankind.

He is the Messiah........

"Stop...... flipped to the back of the booklet, and Mishan, who noticed that something was wrong, immediately connected to Greenhill, who was preparing the next Dark Door test plan.

"I'm here, sir." Greenhill immediately put down his work and saluted.

"How did the Messiah come about?" Mi Shan shook the red cover brochure in his hand and said.

"It seems to be a transliteration of some self-organized devout disciples praying in your name." Greenhill said.

(The priest who once prayed to the atomic bomb in Bomb Town: Come, read with me, Misr ~~, believer: Messiah~~")

"And then they made up this pamphlet too?" Mishan asked.

"Yes, my lord, their devotion to you has given them access to the power of the Apocalypse." "So I put them in charge of some of the tasks of communicating with ordinary people," Greenhill said. ”

"Hey......" Mi Shan sighed, being able to obtain the power of the Apocalypse meant that those people really regarded Mi Shan as an object of faith.

False worship can deceive others, but it can't deceive one's own heart.

In the Radiant World, the only requirement for obtaining the power of the Apocalypse, that is, the power of the Holy Light, is to be loyal to Y. Shan from the heart.

But this result of being regarded as a god is more unacceptable to Mishan than being regarded as an emperor.

"You should know my attitude toward religion, Greenhill." Mishan said.

“…… Yes, my lord. Greenhill said.

"Then tell them that I can allow them to worship a man, but never a god, whoever that god may be." Mi Shan said in a very serious tone:

"Unless I really get stabbed by someone one day and start sitting on the toilet, I will never allow religion to appear under my hands."

"Yes, sir." Greenhill heard the seriousness of Mistress Missar's words, and immediately responded.

Because of his background, Greenhill couldn't understand why Misr was so resolute about religion.

But since it was Lord Missar's order, even if it was the God Butcher, Greenhill would recruit it.

Mishan, who was still very relieved about Greenhill's errands, threw aside the pamphlet in his hand, and then said to the two prototype shipwives sitting in front of him, holding the same pamphlet in their hands:

"Sorry for making you laugh."

It's a pity that neither South Dakota nor Washington can laugh.

"Is it true what is written on this?" The sniper rifle lady who was also holding a booklet asked the question that both prototype ship mothers wanted to ask.

"It's basically true, and there's no exaggeration." Except for the final translation of Rice Shan's name as "Messiah," there is nothing fictional about what is recorded in the pamphlet.

Leaving the process aside, just the results, this booklet, which seems to have been printed many times, is exactly what Yoneshan did in the wasteland of the Fallout World.

"......" Elle opened her mouth and hesitated for at least ten seconds before saying, "I can't see it at all." ”

"Can't see anything at all?" Mishan asked.

“…… I can't see that you're so powerful, Commander. Sniper Rifle Lady Elle said.

"I'm amazing, shouldn't you be happy?" Mi Shan didn't know how the passive skill of "being in a high position and not being angry and self-intimidating" came out.

At least Mishan hasn't lit up this talent until now.

"yes......" Hearing Yessian say this, the sniper rifle lady who felt that it made sense said to herself, but fortunately she didn't react completely and quickly said:

"No, no, no, if all of this booklet is true, I'm going to fight aliens!"

"I'm just a cheap cannon fodder tactical humanoid, I can't take such a heavy burden."

"What's the ...... about this," Mi Shan said indifferently, pointing to the Dark Raven Legion androids who were standing in a row by the wall and looked more disciplined than the self-disciplined humanoids.

"The predecessors of these androids were nothing more than bandits who robbed the survivors of supplies in the wasteland."

"But now, each of their medals is enough to change a new body after melting."

"People?" Nandakota sensed the extended meaning in Mishan's words, and opened his mouth to ask Mishan, "Referring ...... Commander, in your realm, are these robots also called people? ”

Just like the old soldier Oil A complained before, hanging the identity tag is just a new collar.

Even the Autonomous State of South Dakota still maintains the attitude that humans are human, tactical humanoids are still tactical humanoids, let alone other places.

"Why aren't they?" Mishan also knew why South Dakota asked this and replied: "They fought for humanity, sacrificed for humanity, and guarded the light of civilization for humanity." ”

"Only in this way can you be considered a real human, not a string of genetically coded, some pieces of meat composed of proteins and fats can be considered real human."

Mi Shan's undoubted reply brought a different kind of shock to the two prototype ships.

Compared to Elle Barrett, the sniper rifle girl Mishan picked up, who lamented her cheap cannon fodder most of the time.

As prototype ships, both South Dakota and Washington are well aware of the relationship between humans in this world and the tactical humanoid brought about by the ship's mother and the ship's technology, although it is not yet to the extent of fire and water, but it is also fast.

To put it bluntly, the former treats the latter as a completely different species from itself, and then targets the latter according to the "habit" of natural selection.

The tactical humanoid at the bottom may not care if they are used as cannon fodder or sent to the garbage factory for recycling, but it is different for the prototype ship that is already a deep-sea transformation.

The emergence of the deep sea is a tool to take revenge on mankind.

If it really gets to the point where it is like fire and water, will there be another deep-sea war? So who else can save humanity this time?

"I think so......" Washington said to him, tossing the pamphlet aside to his "hime-friend" South Dako, "let's vote." ”

"Don't make a fuss!" South Dakota gave Washington a direct slap in the face.

"Don't say you're going back to be a deep-sea ...... Don't say you haven't felt it lately. Washington said meaningfully.

"Of course not, if it's really irretrievable, I'll stay on land too." South Dakota said.

"What does irretrievable mean?" Mi Shan asked with some curiosity.

"It's not interesting." Washington shook the axe that was basically in his hand and said:

"Humans don't know what they do to humanoids, especially those replicas, which will only make us, as prototype ships, gradually turn back into the deep sea."

"Hopefully this time, they're ready."