In order to demonstrate the Light, the head of the Grammar Department brought a copy of the Sanskrit texts of the Templar monks. The power of the holy light that the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info exchanged for the monk's cultivation life is all stored in this inseparable "Sanskrit Classic". The average age of the white-haired but well-built monks was less than forty years old.

Frederick leaned back in his chair silently, clutching the armrests. In order to participate in the war, the head of the Wen Division forcibly persuaded the Eternal Prophet to order the elves to transfer the Holy Light Technology to the humans. As a reasonable additional condition, the Chief Clerk was granted the right to demonstrate the Light himself—which would give him the prestige of a step up to heaven. Frederick couldn't resist the temptation of the Light Technology, so he was always on the lookout for the Chief's transgression.

He could already see that Section Chief Wen was starting to sell himself.

"Battle Holy Light?" all the officers were in good spirits, staring intently at the gilded left hand of the head of the Wen Division. The head of the section unfolded the fat golden gloves, like an extravagant and fat god showing off his strength.

Everyone is looking forward to what happens next. The sound of heavy breathing rippled in the conference room.

"Yes, the Battle Light. The head of the section smiled slightly, paced two steps, and suddenly punched sideways and slammed into the wall.

The double-layer soundproof stone brick wall that the military department is proud of was punched alive by the golden fist. When the golden fist of the head of the section was drawn from the hole in the wall, the rubble and powder fell in a torrent.

The officer corps was dumbfounded.

"The Light is a force field that is plated on the arm, and by burning specific four-dimensional resources, the Light can give the armor a law: hardness MAX. As long as there is a strong body to properly digest the impact, and enough momentum to destroy the target, the Holy Light can exert an indestructible effect. The head of the section drew his fist, walked to a hollow armor, squandered the holy light of the Sanskrit scriptures, plated the entire armor into gold, and then generously glanced back at everyone: "If I give each of you a holy light armor, you will be unbreakable. ”

"You can build an army of gods. Griffith gasped. He's already using "you".

Frederick was dismissive of the head of the literary section. He looked down and pinched his chin, as if he was thinking, but he was actually scanning the officer's expression.

Farina's face turned blue and her eyes turned green.

Claude had a long mouth, and his white beard was trembling.

The four major generals looked amazed, and the remaining ten brigadier generals had already surfaced expressions of admiration.

Frederick was sure that, if left to his advantage, he would be able to turn the military department into the center of his cult of personality, and even into a religion of sorts.

"President Frederick introduced my name, my identity. In fact, those are all trivial. There is only one thing you want to know, and only one thing you need to know: I can give you victory. The head of the writing department spoke extraordinarily and was familiar with it: "Follow in my footsteps, you can never be defeated and conquer to the end of the world." ”

"Undefeated?" Claude incredulous. He couldn't help but crave the myth of undefeated. It was the realm he had dreamed of in his military career.

"Never defeated. "The clerk was confident, and he knew that the theological power he had just demonstrated was extremely visually striking.

"Can no one break the Light?" Admiral Farina was the only one who kept his head clear.

"No one, except for ......" The head of the section wanted to say "except for the devil", when he suddenly heard the sound of the chair flying away, and then a sword came out of its sheath, and with the crisp sound of a bullet casing falling to the ground, the sword swept like cold light, and the sound of the iron sheet cutting was smooth like tearing an iron can.

The head of the section opened his mouth and turned back dumbly, and saw that the golden armor plated with holy light was split in two, the iron shell was split left and right, and it fell into a pile of scrap iron on the ground, and the holy light force field lost its support, like honey dripping to the ground. And among the wreckage of the armor, a slender and cold power sword slanted, and the inscription "Serve the people" shone in the sun.

The audience was dumbfounded. The head of the text stared at Frederick, who was holding a sword in both hands. All that was left of the room was the sound of a bullet casing bouncing.

"Jingle Bell. Jingling. "The shell jumped a few times, rolled and rolled and then didn't move.

Frederick's sword cleaved through the armor of the Light.

Then he put his sword back into its sheath with an expressionless face, slid his fingers on the conference table, sat back in the presidential leather chair, and added indifferently without looking at the head of the department: "No one can break the holy light. Except for the ideal messenger. ”

The officer corps looked at the president with a gloomy face, and saw Frederick say with a blank face: "The messenger of ideals can cut off everything, because it is its duty to let the light of ideals shine all over the earth, and not to follow someone to conquer to the end of the world." ”

"Obey the President's teachings!" Admiral Farina was the first to stop drinking, and then all echoed, and the voice of loyalty was uniform.

The head of the Wen section held the "Sanskrit Codex" in embarrassment, and let the power of the holy light drain rapidly, he forgot to close the "Sanskrit Codex", and just looked at Frederick with a sword in amazement.

He is only now discovering that the seizure of power is not as simple as he imagined. Frederick's sudden sword severed the armor of the Holy Light and cut off his brainwashing game.

The head of the section looked down thoughtfully at the bullet casings on the ground.

The bullet casing lay silently on the tiles, a faint silver light draining away.

That's the technique that the head of the clerk relied on very much, that is, the expensive "law field" was stored in the bullet case, and every time the bullet was fired, the law field inside would erupt out, covering the blade, and in a matter of minutes, giving the weapon a certain high-dimensional law: if the blade meets both the two conditions of "hardness MAX" and "friction LEAST", then it has the ability to destroy the armor of the Holy Light.

This kind of destruction is crushing at the level of laws. Because the holy light refined by the priest with his life is a low-level four-dimensional resource, it can only be attached to the low-level law, which is as primitive and wasteful as firewood, and can be mass-produced like firewood.

The "projectile law field generator" used by Frederick was different. It consumes more sophisticated four-dimensional resources, which may not be as cheap as firewood, as deep as a coal mine, as complex as oil, and most importantly, one less of these shells and cannot be mass-produced.

The four-dimensional resource consumed by Frederick is the temperance. That kind of thing is obviously scarce, because everyone has rotten life, but discipline is not for everyone.

It is conceivable that in order to stop the arrogance of the head of the literary department to "conquer to the end of the world", Frederick did not hesitate to rectify the atmosphere.

The head of the section looked at Frederick differently. So he kept silent with interest, bowed his head and closed the Sanskrit Text, sat back in his chair in a low manner, and then heard Frederick say: "Like you, the chief of the Wen section is just an ordinary member of the military department, but there is no doubt that he has the qualifications to serve the military department. The following is a study of the military deployment of the Lane River battlefield. It's time to go. ”

"Yes. The staff officer began to continue summarizing the summary of the intelligence. The head of the section listened quietly, his ambition burned under the heavy firewood, although there was no open flame, but stubborn white smoke always rose.

As the only nine humans left since the Age of Extermination, he possesses all the qualities of a dark human. He firmly believes that he will definitely make a comeback, even if he can't survive the uranium radiation, even if he still wears this layer of anti-nuclear suit, he will make a comeback and regain the glory of the dark humanity to conquer everything.

"But the [Strasbourg Fortress] can only support 100,000 people, so Fran's Second Army can only get off at the [Metz Fortress] behind the [Strasbourg Fortress]. Because Strasbourg and Metz Fortress are separated by the Vosges Mountains, the two armies cannot converge, which is the main reason why the Prussian army is waiting to see what happens. And the [Xialong Fortress] in the deep hinterland is still integrating the Third Army. The voice of the staff officer's report slowly reached the ears of the chief of the Wen section, because he was distracted: "In the final analysis, the system is corrupt, the war plan is chaotic, and the organization is sloppy, resulting in the three major armies of the French army being unable to converge and fighting out of touch. Otherwise, the French army would not have taken advantage of the numerical disadvantage. And the combat effectiveness of the French standing army should not be underestimated. ”