Airplanes......

Ghosting of images, auditory hallucinations, it seems that someone is shouting...... It's far away......

"Rookie! Dead? Don't die and keep running! ”

Where is this?

Barbed wire, blackened ground, smoke...... The smell of gunsmoke!

"Get up! Get up! You coward! York died to save you, it's not worth it at all! ”

By the way, this is December 8, 47, Raiders Hamburg, I was added to the Knights of the Holy Light Knights Warhead, 74 Regiment 5 Company, 2 Platoon, 3 Squad, an ordinary soldier with the rank of lieutenant.

Fanor pushed away the corpse that was pressed on his body, struggling to get up, blood sliding on his face, a cannonball exploded at close range just now, and Private York pounced on him, but there was still a missing fragment that grazed his forehead. All of this is familiar to me.

Determined, Fanor identified the position of the squad leader, picked up the gun and ran.

"Hurry, hurry! Over here! ”

A remnant of a low wall, which looks thick, can at least hold off ordinary machine-gun shells. Fanol staggered over, fell again, and he rolled over and pressed against the wall.

"Nice tumbling! Rookie! The squad leader patted him on the shoulder, then hugged him and leaned forward, "Don't play dead when charging in the future, those remnants on the ground don't have professional soldiers, they will habitually shoot at corpses, because that's the only thing they can hit." ”

Fanor nodded.

During the Battle of the Wall, these brave militia co-operatives inflicted heavy casualties on the attacking Allied forces, all of which Fanor knew.

However, the squad leader was also right, at that time, the military propaganda was propagandized like this, until the 100,000 army in the Alps, blocked by Adranor with 8,000 militia for 6 months, the army did not understand what the "incompetence" of those militia meant.

Fanol is very familiar with his state, he is just stuck in memories, like watching a movie, he can't control his words and actions, everything will follow the trajectory, and when it's time to wake up, he will naturally wake up.

"Rookie, I want you to do one thing!"

"Squad leader, you say!"

"Create an illusion and run along the root of the wall there." The squad leader pointed to the root of the wall opposite, "See?" There's a sniper in the high ground and two machine gun posts underneath, we need to get their attention so the brothers can rush through! ”

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

When the opposite sentinel is confused by the illusion, the battle is over. Large bundles of cluster grenades were thrown out to destroy the machine guns, while the dexterous fighters also went around the tall building from the other side, wiping out the sniper's neck.

They began to take stock of the loot. A fairly intact room, with its own generator, beef in the fridge and potatoes in the cupboard, the man was already stinking, and the hostess was tied to the bed and naked.

No one should expect a soldier to remain humane in the midst of war.

Fanor huddled alone in the corner and smoked, one after the other.

Why did you participate in this terrible war?

Fanol recalls his life, he loved photography and painting, and he excelled in both character and learning, and that good life lasted until he was 15 years old.

The Ark discriminates against the capable, yes, the frontier of all mankind studying the capable, discriminates against the capable, who are seen as stronger human beings......

Fanor doesn't want to do anything stronger human.

At first, he liked his ability to copy people or things as he wanted, and those things were images, very similar to holograms, with the refraction of light and shadow, vivid, and more importantly, they could be captured in a camera or written into a canvas, and he was very satisfied.

But in the Ark, the capable must join the army, because they are stronger human beings and must sacrifice their ego for the safety of the entire race, this is the principle of Su Zhi.

Registered, enlisted in the army, and since then has been branded as a new human in the archives and lost his freedom.

That's how Fanol joined the army, relying on a little legacy from his father, who died on the mission, and the company commander of the recruit company allowed him to choose his own subjects, so he became a map staff officer.

Drawing, painting, photography, Fanol didn't want to rewrite his fate, he just wanted to be as satisfied as possible, he really hated fighting.

But fate did not satisfy him even for this little request. The Battle of the Walls broke out, and the Ark entered the war the following year, and all the second-order abilities were organized, led by Li Dajiang, to form a special service squad and join the damned war.

Fanol didn't play a role in that strong team.

The perspective of the capable person is different from that of ordinary people, his illusion cannot deceive people, machines, radar, and thermal induction detection, and he is useless and was soon sent to a special guerrilla unit, specializing in attacking behind enemy lines, and then he was transferred to an ordinary unit, under the command of this squad leader.

Perhaps he really didn't have the talent to become a strong man, and he survived countless near-deaths, but instead of shaping his indomitable will, it made him even more disgusted with war.

If only there were no more wars in the world, everyone would be in peace, and he would no longer have to wear the big hat of a stronger human being, and he could live the life he wanted.

"Hey! There's an airtight door in the basement! Damn, it's a gene lock! "After venting their excess energy, the soldier rummaged around, and then the twist of fate began.

Fanor made a fool of himself to join in the fun, fell down the stairs, and then his bloodied hand climbed the lock, and the door opened.

It is a treasure trove of great will!

"Humanity is one, and all struggles arise out of interests, unifying humanity, dismantling a strong government, and establishing a loose alliance that is responsible for maintaining itself, and allowing humanity to rule itself. Decide for yourself how to live, decide for yourself what you believe, no more competition, no more interests, no more conflicts, no more wars! …… The one who inherits my will, your name is Qingwei, go find your comrades and build the best world! ”

Disorganized, disorderly, but impassioned speech, Rudolph. Feng. Don's powerful voice echoed in the narrow basement, and the ghost that had been floating for 200 years brought faith to himself at this moment, a world where there was no more war, a world that could decide how he lived!

Fanor underwent a pure soul cleansing, and at that moment he advanced to the third order, understood his identity, understood his mission, and obtained the rules from it.

Ghosts floated in the basement, he huddled in the middle with the roster, and his comrades around him died one by one in madness, it seemed that it was the first killing...... After joining the army for a few years, killing people for the first time, and dying under the rules of making fakes come true, should also be counted as homicide, right?

The hut was cleared, and Fanor calmed down, took off his soldiers, and burned down the entire house. From that moment on, the former Fanor died, and the Qingwei Fanor was given a new life.

Fanor is very smart and has enough self-control, he knows that it will take a long time to achieve his long-cherished wish of great will, there are too many great people in this world, he can't fight them, he needs a knife, a sharp enough knife.

Fanol's hand was on the name of "Li Lan", the year of birth and death was correct, and his place of origin was correct, he was the ancestor of Li Dajiang.

As the first capable person of the alliance in the substantive sense, Li Dajiang's information is not a secret, and it can even be seen in gossip magazines, and Fanor is familiar with it.

Li Dajiang, is he a comrade?

Killing people does not make him happy, Fanol goes out day and night, avoiding both sides of the war, infiltrating Greenwich, he wants to stop Li Dajiang, and his former comrades in the special service team have told him that they are going to Greenwich to carry out decapitation and end the war.

There is no point in fighting for this unjust war, Qingwei's life should be consumed in a greater process!

Fanor ran desperately, he didn't dare to fly, flying was too conspicuous in that era, except for him, there were only 5 third-order people in the world, all of whom were extremely powerful warriors, and he believed that anyone could kill him.

It's a pity that he was still late......

The battle for the pinnacle has begun!

……

Suddenly opening his eyes, drenched in cold sweat, Fanol gasped for air.

It's over again. That terrifying memory, he still remembers the confrontation of four powerful auras, he hid alone in a certain hut in the middle, not daring to move.

It was a feeling of hiding under the ancient beast, and it would be swallowed at any time, and Fanor looked up, and from time to time he could see a cyan meteor scurrying in the night sky, it was Mo Liyun.

The kid of the Mo family has actually advanced to the fourth order, Prodi. Ethel reneged on their agreement and intervened in the mortal war.

Fanor didn't like the feeling of being out of control, and he knew he should have been buried with his father.

But why is the pinnacle battle projected? Four third-order, even if it is a powerhouse in the pinnacle battle, in fact, it can't help a fourth-order.

Times have changed, and if you want to kill this kid, whether it's a naval duel with Andy or Prodi's Tree Monument operation, it's more suitable.

Fanol's fake can turn the projection into reality, but that kind of reality is just a puppet, without a thought, without a will, Mo Gang, who killed Su Zhi, Angel and Vladino, who almost executed Josiah and his wife, are all such puppets.

Creation is the patent of the fifth order, but Fanor can also achieve a similar effect through some small means, and that is his armed mirage.

The mirage projected not the material he constructed, but the scenes in his memory, those scenes are spiritual, and his laws will become true environment, real characters, real power, and real soul. So he can't control them, and all he can do is mislead.

In Li Dajiang's eyes, Mo Liyun is Finn. Wilson, in the eyes of Mo Siwu, Mo Liyun is Prodi. Ethel, in order not to let Phoenix make trouble, in Prodi's eyes, the current Phoenix is Mo Siwu.

No matter how they fight back, it becomes natural to react to these real-life images, and Fanor erases the sense of disobedience, like a clever special effects designer.

Because of this, he is more suitable for Prodi when he comes to the Tree Monument, Mo Liyun will never be a fifth-order opponent, even if it is Andy in the sea duel, he can pose a greater threat than the third-order powerhouse in the pinnacle battle.

However, why did you subconsciously project the pinnacle battle at that time?

Yes, that sense of fear, Mo Liyun shattered his realm with a few moves, and he felt that familiar sense of fear again.

Fanor raised his head with a complicated face, the boy of the Mo family, has he really grown to this point?

Mo Liyun roared through the air, carefully shrinking the field to not give him a chance to sneak attack. He injured Li Dajiang, forced Wilson back, and was driven by Mo Siwu into chaos, Li Dajiang resumed the battle, Mo Liyun seemed to be defenseless, and was hit squarely, and the third-order meteor couldn't tear open the realm, but Mo Liyun was falling in this direction......

How could it be in this direction? How can it be in this direction? So......

Rumble!

The stinky boy smashed a hut in disgrace, and there was someone here?

The battlefield is complicated, and there is no time for holograms to subdivide each humanoid, but it is easy to interfere with judgment, and the stinky boy has to turn it off, otherwise he will not be sneak attacked.

But that person is very fatal, the house has collapsed, and the corner where he is hiding is actually fine.

Wait a minute!

"Fanor!"

Rumble! The fields of the two open at the same time, and the fields collide!