Humans have many levels of pain.

The lowest level is the absence of pain, and then rises according to the criteria of whether it can be ignored and whether it affects life, until the highest level is intolerable, unable to live normally, requiring medical intervention and accompanied by autonomic disorders.

For his part, Asarzo felt that his suffering was above the highest level of humanity.

This blow was not only heart-wrenching, but also directly ruined his vast future.

The intense pain was followed by a frantic teleportation, and the Red Devil had gone so far that he could no longer care about his employer's tasks. Although his mind was vague, he still vaguely remembered some impressive places, with these places as the coordinates of the two of them never landed on the ground again, appeared from the void again and again, and were swept into another space full of black smoke and sulfur smell again and again, using this as a transit station to keep circling in the real world, leaving the original point of origin far behind with each movement.

Now Eric finally understands the secret of the Red Devil, his teleportation ability has nothing to do with the talent of space at all, but only by relying on an alien plane, no wonder he has not been able to show the mystery just now.

Disappointed, he punched Asazo into his alternate plane, no longer caring about the Red Devil's life or death, and took the opportunity to jump back into the real world, when his feet hit the ground and the brilliant golden light of the sunset pierced into his eyes, he realized that he had arrived in another distant country.

It was the ruins of a town, between two warring armies.

By the time Eric landed, the place had been completely destroyed by artillery fire, the masonry had been shattered, the trees were charred black, the weeds were shivering in the cold wind, and houses, schools, hospitals, churches, everywhere were in ruins. The evening sun fell on this land, and a tragic color of blood emerged. Stained red by the sun's glow were the corpses of collapsed buildings and streets, which were everywhere, and even the cold currents from the vast expanse6 could not blow away the pungent putrid stench that permeated the ruins.

After a quick observation, Eric's corpses on the ground belonged to two sides, both German and Austrian soldiers and Soviet Red Army, and it was evident from the entangled appearance that they had endured fierce fighting before their deaths. Judging by the remaining Russian characters in the vicinity, this should be the Kursk region in the southwest of Soviet Russia.

As far back as he can remember, there would soon be a general battle in which 2.6 million men and 6,000 tanks were thrown in by both sides. It was the largest tank battle and one-day air battle in history. After this battle, the German army completely lost the strategic initiative.

However, he didn't expect that he would be transferred to this place, surrounded by tens of thousands of people on both sides.

Perhaps it was the movement that disturbed the observers on both sides, and before he could leave incognito, the two sides opened fire on the ruins, probably thinking that the other side had infiltrated the place, so they launched an offensive in advance.

The scene was extremely shocking when hundreds of cannons were fired together, the sky seemed to spin, and the earth kept beating. The throbbing roar in the chest never stopped from the moment it began, and the loud explosion no longer needed to be distinguished by the ears, but could be transmitted directly to the brain through the vibrations of the skin and teeth.

Now Eric didn't have to do anything else, he honestly stayed where he was and propped up his magnetic field.

Compared to the artillery fire that I was exposed to during the attack in the past. Seventy years later, the attack was like a child's trick. Although the age is long, but at this time heavy artillery is the most favored era, any powerful country is desperate to strengthen their power and strengthen, and it is also very convenient to use. There is no need to worry about being taken out by the people at all. Howitzers and cannons have no place here, rocket artillery is even more inconspicuous, and heavy artillery is the main force here. When a 15o pound shell comes in from a dozen miles away, it's powerful enough to flatten a building the size of a football field.

Red, white, and orange lights kept blooming above Eric's head, and they swarmed up, pushing aside the golden light of the setting sun. In the center of the shelling, a blazing air stream gradually formed a strong whirlwind, sucking the dust into his body, and a huge mushroom cloud appeared into the air, under the shroud of this dark cloud, the thick smoke cloud covered the sky, not even a glimmer of light could penetrate, and the whole town became a land of doom.

The artillery fire from the west did not last long, and it was not right for the Germans to open fire at the same time, but the attack from the east did not stop, which annoyed Eric.

Under the cover of thick smoke, Eric walked out of the original town, and the natural transformation of electromagnetic waves caused the light around his body to refract, like the light shining into a pool of rippling clear water, and he could only vaguely feel that there seemed to be a shadow passing by.

By the time he stopped again, he was already over the heads of the Soviets.

"Comrade Shestakov." A soldier who covered the sun with his hand asked his colleague next to him in a loud voice. "I think I saw someone coming out of Orel just now, did you see anything?"

"You must have been dazzled by the firelight, Ivan." Shestakov was holding the binoculars and did not look west, but was observing whether the rhythm of rocket artillery fire in the distance was smooth. "I know it's impossible, I can survive under such heavy artillery fire, unless it's God."

Ivan blinked, and he thought it was ridiculous to ask the question. As they were talking below, Eric stared down coldly from above.

Without any hesitation, an invisible hand loomed over this front-line contingent of thousands of people, and soon brought ruin.

As soon as Eric's eyes froze, this transparent force tightened, and a strong wind began to blow from the edge of the position, and the strong soldiers could not stand on their feet, and they all moved closer to the central area, and when the soldiers left their positions, the base of the cannon was uprooted, and the ground was forcibly pulled out of countless cracks, as if it had been roasted by the blazing summer sun for months without rain.

The people and metal were so crowded together that they couldn't breathe, and now everyone knew that the situation was wrong, but many people were trapped and had no way to escape.

After another moment, the magnetic force exerted the power of the cannonballs, and the artillery fire used against the enemy burst out in the crowd, blowing their owners to pieces, and every inch of the land was turned deeply, and the waves of air swept up the red smoke into the sky, and the scene in the town was repeated in the Russian position.

The Germans on the opposite side were dumbfounded. Eric glanced somewhere there, remained incognito and flew south.

In the German position, a man in civilian clothes was quickly erecting his lens in front of a special telescope and looking over the Soviet troops.

"Why can't I see it, the light is reflected, or is it something else?" He hurriedly threw down the light blue round mirror and the brown prism, and then replaced it with a red flat mirror.

"There is no trace, but there is a thermal reaction, and I am sure that my eyes will not go wrong, and before the shelling I saw with my own eyes a man falling through a hole in the sky into the ruins of Orel." The man was dressed in a striped formal suit. The tie is meticulously tied, the head is neatly combed back to the head, a pair of deep glasses is placed on the bridge of the nose, and the eyes are full of fanaticism.

"I can be sure it's a human, I saw him in a shirt and pants, and even saw the color of his head and eyes. But what is the composition of the ability, is it golden, that is too sad, it must be the genetic makeup of the human body is unique-I am not wrong...... You've been right all along! Ignoring the strange eyes of the soldiers behind him like looking at madmen, the middle-aged man waved his hands as if no one was around, pacing back and forth in front of the observation position.

"Schmidt is obsessed with his cosmic Rubik's cube, leaving behind the mystery of opening the human body. He's outdated! Zemo only studies weapons, Sitrix is an incompetent loser, Whitehall is an unassertive parrot, and Zora is good. It's a pity to be a coward...... Such a group of guys, I will never be with them, I have to create my own era! Shaw stopped suddenly. Reach for an invitation in your jacket pocket.

It was originally a letter inviting him to go to Poland to conduct a certain research, but he rejected it because it was not to his liking, but now he has other ideas.

Watching the clouds of smoke dissipate above the Soviet positions, Sebastian pondered.

Rome, the distant capital of Italy, was now receiving an official liaison officer sent by the Allies, and things were basically as Eric expected. Now that Tarbert had no future in his place, there was no longer any need to hide the truth, and soon the royal government knew that the Americans they had received with sincere fear were not at all the elite vanguard of the Allied forces, not even the regular army, but only a temporary group of groups that had been broken up.

The brave and personable Brigadier General of the 6th Army, Eric, did not have Zài, but only Eric Eric, a civilian officer who had been temporarily called up two weeks earlier - this was the man who dared to rush into the capital of the descendants of the Roman Empire with eight sailors, and kidnapped the noble king and his minister, so that 40 million people were terrified and lived in the Venetian Palace like the Emperor to give orders.

Many people had doubts in advance, but the Allies themselves did not find out the facts for a while, and the demeanor of this gentleman dispelled everyone's doubts, and now the truth has been revealed, and the Italians have suddenly appeared, and the facts are more embarrassing than lies, and all parties in the kingdom, both the government and the opposition, are deeply disgraced.

How could he just be a second lieutenant?

Italians really don't want to face it, but they can't help it.

So the complex side of human nature is exposed. In order to salvage its reputation, the Italian side categorically rejected the explanation of the Allied liaison officer, regarded it as a humiliation, and did not hesitate to unilaterally award Eric the rank of major general of the 6th Army.

The Italians certainly have a point in this: they overthrew the fascists, not become a defeated country waiting to be dealt with, so General Eric is the savior and not the invader, and of course there is a grand reward for the savior, enthusiastic Italy - if it is possible, it seems more face-saving to raise him directly to the position of marshal, and for now it can only be here temporarily.

Their actions, in turn, were very embarrassing to the Allies, and the promotion of a second lieutenant to a general was impossible to accept under any circumstances, but a promotion to the rank of lieutenant was also inevitable. Fortunately, the second lieutenant had disappeared during a covert operation by the Germans a day earlier, otherwise it would have been a difficult thing to face.

Hopefully he never comes back, so many in the command thought.

So even though he was still in Russia and a de facto invader, Eric had become the general of the 6th Army of another country without knowing it. (To be continued!)

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