Every person and inhuman, every force, every corner of the situation, all kinds of premeditated plans are being carried out in an orderly manner, and there may be many mistakes and unforeseen situations in the process, but there will always be someone who tries to move things back to the original track, even if it is really impossible to avoid deviation, will try to make it run in a different way, towards the same result.

In what most of the survivors consider to be the "Last War", no one is really outside the situation, and no one is really "hidden in the dark". Most, for example, the survivors of the Cosmic Combined Experimental Fleet, no one would have thought that they would suddenly kill Chen. Even if something unexpected happens, you will only find out in the end that it is still caused by someone you know or something else. They didn't think it would be so unexpected, at most it was something that was expected to happen, and it was more intense than expected when it happened—

"There's nothing new here, and if we can destroy the Nazi repeaters, it means that we already have the ability to do so." One occult expert told everyone on the communication channel: "If we fail, don't be discouraged, because at that time, our defeat is really not a complete defeat - we are not the last to die, which means that there are people after us who can continue to fight, and there is a chance of victory." They can step on our corpses and move forward. ”

"Like those guys at the London Repeater?" Someone answered.

It wasn't funny, but everyone in the communication channel burst out laughing. Although the future is uncertain, it is almost impossible to imagine that when he and others rush into the enemy's base camp, they will be able to escape with their whole body. It can be said that death is a matter of course, and if you don't die, it's really a miracle. However, in the face of this 99.999 percent inevitability of death, the shackles that had been weighing heavily on everyone's hearts at the time of the war with the Nazis suddenly collapsed.

No one can clearly realize when they don't care about these things, and they feel a little contradictory, it's normal to want to live, and it's normal to be afraid of death, but those things that have always cared about in the past, or in a certain period of time, almost the most, suddenly seem to become insignificant.

Maybe it's because for these people, "living" is no longer what they want to do, but something they have to do? There is too much pain in this war, and the longer you live, the more you can feel the darkness, despair, and madness, and as long as you live, you must say to yourself: I am alive, so I have to work miracles. Whenever I encounter an unexpected crisis, when there is almost no hope, I have to say to myself: I have to get through this, otherwise, who will take over the things that I have not been able to do?

There is no one left, and I am the last one left, and I can no longer entrust others, because these "others" are all dead, and their entrustment is now on myself.

Every survivor in the cosmic joint experimental fleet knows how they survived, it's like a kind of luck, and they don't know why they survived, it's like a written script - because of this, when they know that they have to be like a death squad to storm the Nazi base camp, although they complain and tell themselves how hopeless it is, who doesn't breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts?

No one spoke of this feeling of relief, but everyone believed that others felt the same way as themselves.

Everyone knows that with only the cosmic joint experimental fleet and their own people, to go to the front and storm the base camp of the Nazis is undoubtedly to send them to death. However, everyone thinks: well, I take it.

- I accept, no, I should say, that's what I want.

"You know what? I never thought I would be alive until now. A mysterious expert said: "When the war first started, I had just joined the NOG, and I was just a layman in many things. ”

"You know what? When I was working in the Mercenary Guild, our favorite game was to play a coin toss. It is said that before going out on a mission, if you play a coin toss, you can guess how unlucky or lucky you will be in the next mission. Another said.

"So are you playing now?" Someone asked.

"I'm playing, I've played nine times so far, toss a coin and guess heads and tails, you guess the result?"

"I don't guess, I've heard of this game, it's unlucky."

"The file is very good at it, but it's a pity that she's also finished, and she died before me." The man paused, and directly uncovered the mystery of the coin game, "I guessed wrong nine times, which proves that my luck is bad, maybe I will be the one who dies the fastest." ”

There was another burst of laughter in the communication channel, and no one was going to comfort the other, because they all knew that he didn't need to be comforted, just like himself.

"You say, will the Three Immortals Island come? It is also part of the Joint Cosmos Experiment Fleet. Someone changed the subject.

"If the Three Immortals Island join us, charge with us...... Sorry, it's hard for me to imagine what the hell is the use of that. Another person replied, "We all know that the Three Immortals Island is more powerful than all of us combined, and it shouldn't be the first to act as cannon fodder." Of course, in the past, maybe I would be indignant, thinking that Sanxian Island and Mr. Takakawa were too well taken care of, are we just cannon fodder? But now, who cares? ”

"I don't really care, everyone knows how much pressure the people who live to the end need to end, and I feel that if I live any longer, even if my body can still fight, my spirit will collapse. I can't believe I've been able to hold on until now. Someone said, "You know what?" I don't have the slightest desire to live now, and every time I see the people around me who want to live die, I wonder why not me. I don't want to live anymore, why don't you let me die? Why not give the chance to live to those who want to live? Now, we all know that there is no why, this is fate. Those who want to die can't die, and those who want to live can't live, this shit-like world is hell. ”

"I feel the same way. This war is simply a huge garbage dump. It's unfair that all people like us, who don't want to live, who are tired of taking responsibility, who want to get rid of all this, are still living like garbage. Someone said bitterly: "So, if my death can pave the way for someone who wants to live and change all this—even if I don't see the slightest hope of success—it's okay, OK, please use me as a stepping stone, and don't hesitate or regret it, because it proves that it makes sense for me to live until now." ”

"So, everyone doesn't want the Three Immortals Island to catch up?" Someone summed it up this way, "Even if it can make us live longer?" ”

There was silence in the communication channel for a while, and after a while, people said: "That's right", "That's it", "Let the damned die, let the people who want to survive live", "Who wants to live longer?" It's okay to do it now. However, no one heard the objections, which made them feel disappointed, because, in their conflicted hearts, they hoped that someone would stand up and say to everyone: "I want to live, I don't want to be cannon fodder, I want to be a hero, I want to create miracles!" ”

However, the only person who can talk like this is the person in the Three Immortals Island, and in their memory, there is only that person. At that time, when Yiti Gao Chuan said this, many people saw it as a joke, and they just felt that this person was making a lot of nonsense, but now, only this person is the only one who really says this and insists on it.

Mr. Takakawa...... He's my hero. Someone said, "It's a pity that I've always been a fool of him in the past." ”

"You're not the only one, there must be a lot of people who think that guy is pretentious, but now I admire him too, really. I can't imagine that I could be like that. A lot of people laughed, "But it's not so much respect as longing, and he did what we couldn't do." Isn't it? ”

"That's true. So, let the hero be the hero, that's our last responsibility, and the only thing we can do. ”

The instrument readings of the Combined Space Experiment Fleet finally returned to normal, and the distance that had seemed very long was suddenly shortened to the distance where the enemy's base camp could be observed with the naked eye. The London Repeater was like a glimpse, disappearing again from the observations of these survivors. Everyone can clearly feel that the cosmic joint experimental fleet has become a lonely fleet again. Surrounded by enemies but themselves.

Wars are raging, mysteries are surging, and the cosmic joint experimental fleet is like a lonely meteor, streaking through a distorted and abstract world, and in this distorted and abstract world, the only thing that is not distorted in the slightest is the Nazi lunar repeater. When it comes to the "moon", there is an inherent image in the minds of all mystical experts, however, the Nazi lunar repeater completely destroyed this image. Even if they knew that part of the basic structure of this repeater was the "moon" itself, they would not be able to recognize what they were seeing in the first place.

It was not solid, gaseous and liquid, it had a specific contour, but it seemed to have no limit. Obviously, the volume is limited, but as long as you look at this limit, you will feel that this range limit is expanding in all directions faster than the gaze turns. It exists vaguely only when one does not stare at it intently.

It is difficult to determine where is the edge of the lunar repeater, which is no longer clearly spherical. Countless Nazis fell out of this vague outline like dumplings, as if they were dumping garbage. Even the most efficient computer in the Combined Space Experiment Fleet could not calculate the number and proportion of these Nazis in a short period of time.

"It's crazy." Everyone was dumbfounded, and they only thought that it was incredible that those security guards could still fight these Nazis.

"Where are we going?" Someone screamed frantically, crying out in pain: "We can crash, but what are we going to hit?" The fuzzy outline was hundreds of times larger than ours, and we couldn't even analyze where the core was. ”

No one was able to answer his question in the first place. Even if I don't think there's anything new here, the shape of the lunar repeater is really painful, not only the visual results, but even the data fed back by the instrument is a lot of garbled characters that cannot be analyzed, and even alarms of arithmetic errors are issued from time to time. It is difficult to use that large, vague outline as a repeater in its entirety, or to try to find the most destructive location of the lunar repeater.

Because that vague and huge size makes all the survivors intuitively feel their insignificance, even with the most powerful fleet in human history, they can't feel how useful an attack can be.

"No, no, let's think about it. Since it was the plan of the London Repeater, it should not have been so wrong. There must be a definite goal, it's just that we haven't thought of it yet. Someone came back to his senses from the initial shock and exclaimed, "Maybe we can lock in the probabilities and let the Cosmic Joint Experiment Fleet adjust the probabilities on its own." ”

"With the execution engineering component, you can instantly build a machine with multi-directional locking for a specific target." Someone also reminded, "We'd better move faster." We've all seen it, and it certainly won't fail to see us. ”

His words were echoed by many.

"Yes, do the engineering components." Soon, someone searched for relevant traces in the ship they were on. However, before they could find the branch structure that had been assembled to carry out the project, a huge arm suddenly stretched out from the Nazi-filled ground in front of them. The Nazis around this arm were engulfed by a huge shock wave and special phenomena, and in the blink of an eye, a flat area of more than ten kilometers was cleared.

The air wave rushed towards the Cosmic Joint Experimental Fleet, and although the formation was not disrupted, a shaking of the ship's hull was inevitable. The mysterious experts in the Combined Space Experiment Fleet can even feel the deviation of the sailing course, just like when swimming in a river, the speed, direction, and distance are taken away by the rapids.

The arm was so huge that it seemed that the length of the arm alone was equal to the length of the bow and tail of the current fleet.

"What is this?"