In the middle of the night, under the steps of the Glorious Temple, the sparks of the prairie were silent.

However, the voice of loyalty echoed in everyone's heart like a monstrous wave.

The Battlefield Atmosphere team didn't know how to relay his last words to Marshal Julius' children, nor how to describe the shock in their hearts with more intense feelings.

After some thought, he finally chose to stand under the magnificent door and replay the recording in a louder voice.

The Willantes aren't just the Willantes of Triumph City.

Rather than let him tell them, let each and every one of them do it together.

As Julius said in his last words, the winter that has shrouded this wasteland has passed.

There are no more barbarisms on this planet that need to be conquered by the Legions.

And the monsters fed by the Willant are now eating the flesh and blood of the Willant, becoming accomplices of the Marauders, and even becoming Marauders themselves.

It's time to travel to a new era.

Faced with the thousands of eyes shrunk into dense black dots, the battlefield atmosphere group gradually understood its mission.

He cleared his throat, and in a clear, loud voice, he continued the finished recording.

"I met with Marshal Julius and found these words from him on this power armor."

"It turns out that a long, long time ago, our esteemed marshal imagined that there would be a ...... When our legions reach their limits, and there are no more opponents in this world that we can easily conquer, this out-of-control beast will surely turn back and try to eat us all. ”

"So he put a rein called loyalty around the neck of this beast."

"One day in the future, careerists from above will try to kidnap and coerce us in the name of loyalty. When one day in the future, this runaway beast tries to strangle us all in turn with a rope around its neck...... That means the final moment has come. ”

"When the survivors of the entire city of Triumph are shouting his name, when the night that hangs over our heads is lit into day by the torches in our hands...... That means that the moment is now! ”

"In accordance with the last wish of the Lord, I have taken this rein out of the Glory Temple."

He put his hands on his chest and slowly clenched them into fists, as if the invisible reins were in his hands.

The abundant emotion made every cell in his body tremble uncontrollably.

It was his 52nd speech in Triumph City.

Unlike every previous time, this time he didn't prepare his speech in advance.

"Shall it be strangled before dawn, and buried with it in the old times, or will it be strangled by its throat with this rein, and carry our proud loyalty to our new era—"

He slowly raised his clenched fists upward, as if pulling the reins in the palm of his hand tight.

"Answer according to your heart, but no one can choose for you! At this moment you are Julius, and Julius is you! ”

"To be loyal to the people's choice is to be loyal!"

In fact, from the very beginning, there was no suspense in the outcome.

If it weren't for the fed up with those lies, the people with torches wouldn't be standing here.

"Strangled it——!"

I don't know who shouted first.

The hysterical sound echoed in the night sky, like stones thrown into the water of the immersion lake, and soon stirred up the layers of waves.

Emotions are something that can be contagious, especially when a group of people come together.

It is precisely for this reason that when people gather together and shout loyalty, the "unspeakable" commander of Tyre will be so frightened that he will not hesitate to use the power of the city defense army.

But now, even if he wanted to, it was too late to stop it.

Thousands of voices were connected and gathered into a vast and boundless ocean.

In front of the vast ocean, his clown-like trick was like a flat boat.

Everything is just like back then, when the lord led the Willant people to overthrow the War Construction Committee-

Even the Ministry of Defense, which is as powerful as the Leviathan, will not be able to stop this torrent!

"Stangle it!!"

"Strangled it!!"

"Let the liars who deceive the Willantes with their lies, the thieves who steal the fruits of our victory, and the shameless scum who coerce the Willants with their loyalty all go to hell!!"

"The people of Willant will never be slaved!!"

Looking at the sparkling city, the battlefield atmosphere group lowered the fists raised in front of them.

Looking at the burning torches, he suddenly thought of the first mural in the Glorious Courtyard-

The fist made up of thousands of Li people.

In the crowd, he saw Julius's face in a trance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

“…… I don't know if you saw it on this day. ”

He's done his duty as a "spark plug" and done everything he can.

Today's Triumph City is like an engine that has already started, and he no longer needs to do anything superfluous.

The people of Wilantes, who make the final choice, will naturally follow the path they have chosen.

At this moment, he felt extremely relaxed, as if he had unloaded all his burdens in an instant.

The achievement of "Completing the Longest Cycle Task" on all servers has been successfully achieved.

His mission was finally done.

Looking at the man standing on the steps, Penny's eyes filled with twinkling tears.

There is excitement, emotion, joy and a myriad of complex emotions mixed in.

He didn't break his promise!

He really did it!

The legend that was forgotten by almost all the people of Willant and thought it almost impossible to complete -

They are reunited!

Standing at the edge of the crowd, Sergeant Brookett's face was similarly filled with emotion.

Not far from him, the guards of the Golden Griffin Street Law Enforcement Detachment were talking in a chatty tone.

“…… If I'm not mistaken, this should be his 52nd speech. ”

"Anyway, Julius passed that set of golden power armor to him, does it mean that he is our next marshal?"

"There will be no more marshals...... No, to be precise, there will be no more marshals like Lord Julius. Didn't you hear from that lord that every one of us is him, and every one of us is Julius. ”

"In favor, in the future the army will be the army, politics will be politics, the law will be the law, and the citizens will be citizens...... The age of the Legion is over, and as Lord Julius said, we are going to a new era. ”

"That's another way to call it...... What is the name of the Archon? We can't be like a business, without even a head of ideas. ”

"Good idea."

"But he's not a Willant, after all...... Is it okay to let him be an archon? ”

"What's the matter?"

"That's right, what does it matter if he's a Willant or not? It's not just the Willant who stand up tonight, but this can be an opportunity for us to release our previous suspicions! ”

At least, now that the army is still in the hands of the Willantes, the risk of reform is minimal.

In the future, the army is no longer just a Willant, and if you want to reform it, I am afraid that it will not change, but change.

An old-faced guard looked at the thousands of steps of the glorious courtyard, and suddenly let out a heartfelt sigh.

"Besides...... No one has ever talked to us about his plans as openly and honestly as he did, and he has talked about it 52 times. ”

A young guard looked at him and said noncommittally.

"I don't think it's important what you say, it's what you do."

The old guard nodded.

"That's right, a guy with a clever tongue may be a liar, but one yard is one yard, and a guy who doesn't even bother to cheat can only be a robber, and that kind of thing is not even as good as a liar...... Haven't you suffered from them yet? ”

Brockett did not participate in the discussions among his colleagues.

He wanted to hear what they had to say about the future rather than his own.

However, he felt that if that guy wanted to participate in the selection of the consul, there should be no one who could compete with him......

After all, before that guy, there had never been one person who had brought so many Willantes together.

Not only the Willants, but also the aliens living in Triumph City.

Except for Julius himself.

By the way, the thieves who hijacked the Willantes in the name of Julius were not worthy of competition.

Standing at the door of the main hall, staring at the lifelike golden armor, a heartfelt smile appeared on Razor's face.

Suddenly, he saw the shadow of another person from the high-spirited back.

The same seems to be true of that adult......

The cloudy pupils fell into memory for a moment, and the gaze passed through the fog of time.

"We're finally meeting again......"

"Sir."

……

Embassy Street in Dawning City.

Sitting in the study, Captain Benottwan involuntarily held his breath.

After listening to Quake's statement, he froze in place, and it took a long time for him to stretch out his trembling index finger, pick up the glasses on the table and put them on.

"So...... Marshal Julius has really ......"

His heart seemed to have overturned the five flavors and miscellaneous, and his heart was so blocked that he couldn't speak for a while.

If you want to say who is the most loyal, their civilian clique claims to be the second, and I am afraid that only the Praetorian Guard dares to call that the first.

After all, their interests are firmly tied to Triumph City, and they are the only ones who have been carrying out the edicts of Triumph City and treating the slaves in their territory well.

As for the viciousness and exploitation of slaves by slaves, that is another matter.

Most of the civil servants were more inclined to believe that Marshal Julius must still be alive, but asleep in the hibernation pod.

Including Bennault also thinks that after all, this is also the situation that is most in the interests of the civilian clique.

At most, he hoped that the marshal would sleep forever, and he really didn't think disrespectfully that the lord had already slept forever.

Looking at Captain Benottwan, who couldn't accept it, Quake nodded slowly and said in a very soft voice.

"That was a long, long time ago, and it's the Praetorian Guard's top secret. Don't say you don't know, several ministers of Triumph City don't know about it. ”

At this point, he paused for a moment, giving Captain Benottwan time to gather his thoughts before continuing.

“…… There is one thing we have not told the full truth, and our participation in the Cohesive Community was not a direct will of His Majesty the Marshal, but an exploration of our will in accordance with his last wishes. ”

Benott pinched his sour eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice.

“…… Looking for that guy from the unconquered lands? For that prophecy? Words? ”

Quake nodded.

"Yes, that's what we did to take the plunge in politics, and that's what I've been doing. It's just that the final result was beyond our expectations, that person was actually with us for a long time, and he found us before we took the initiative to find him......"

Perhaps this is where the magic of fate lies.

Although the Praetorian Guard's original intention was ultimately a waste of work, the very fact of joining the Sticky Community became one of the few tricks in Triumph City.

At this point, he paused for a moment.

"I have to thank you for this, this talent is exactly what you discovered."

Benott smiled bitterly.

“…… Should I interpret this as sarcasm? ”

If he had known that this would be the result, he would rather have strangled that sprout in the cradle.

After all, that guy is the life of all interest groups.

This naturally includes the civil service clique.

"Please interpret it as thanksgiving." Quake looked at him without joking, and continued in a sincere tone, "Thanks to his presence, our mission is finally over, and Mr. Julius is finally able to settle down." ”

Benott was silent for a long time, and then sighed leisurely.

"Maybe I should go back to that adult's funeral...... This kind of thing can't be missed. ”

Quake nodded.

"Go back, you are needed there."

Not only was the funeral, more than a century late, to be held after dawn, but there were also a lot of remaining problems waiting to be solved by the awakened Wilantes.

Liquidating old mistakes is only the beginning, not the end.

After sending the Legion away, they had to decide what to do next.

As Triumph's ambassador to Dawning, Bennott has dealt with the Alliance and other survivor forces in the wasteland.

At least in Quake's opinion, he is the most suitable helmsman, and he can be a guide no matter how poor he is.

Watching Quake leave, Benott groaned for a long time and called in Domini, who had previously avoided him.

Looking at Bennott, whose eyes were red, Domini was stunned for a few seconds, and hurriedly took two steps forward and asked.

"Mr. Bennott...... What's wrong with you. ”

"Nothing."

Rubbing the bridge of his sour nose, Bennott adjusted his mood for a moment, looked at him solemnly and said.

"There's something big going on in Triumph City, I have to go back, and you will be the diplomat for the time being."

Hearing this, Domini, who didn't know what was happening, was stunned in place, and was at a loss for a while.

"I ...... I? But—"

"No, it's an order, I'll write you a letter of appointment in a moment."

As he spoke, Bennott got up from the couch with a resolute expression on his face.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Domini stared at him intently.

"Mr. Bennott, please tell me what happened—"

"Marshal Julius has died......" Benott said slightly distraught as he looked at his dumbfounded secretary, "not only our marshal, but our legion will probably cease to exist...... I don't know much about the specific situation, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask Quake, and the rest will be known from the news. ”

……

The Great Rift Valley.

In the solemn atmosphere of the conference hall, the old man sitting at the obsidian long table let out a long sigh.

“…… The lad was dead. ”

He was 79 years old.

That's too young......

Maybe it's because life is too long, and some things have passed for a long time, but he always feels like it happened yesterday.

He still remembered the deafening questioning that day when the young man confronted him—

If the Post-War Reconstruction Committee claims to be on duty to end the Wasteland Era, why are some people more equal than others?

What does the Ministry of Defense plan to do tomorrow with the technological legacy of the Prosperous Era to turn back the clock on history?

He still remembers his answer at the time, telling Julius that "you will understand".

And what happened next was exactly what he expected.

After ending the era of the War Construction Committee, the Legion under the leadership of Julius did not follow a very different path from the War Construction Committee, and even the final fate was so similar...... was forced to a dead end by his own internal contradictions.

History will probably repeat itself once again.

However, he didn't find it meaningless.

The War Construction Committee paid the price for its mistakes, and its collapse was not just the result of the birth of the Legion.

From corporations and academies to a host of survivors from Boulder City and the Free States, they all evolved their possibilities after the incident.

There is also room for debate as to whether such achievements as the Legion should be called completely wrong in the special context of the Wasteland Age.

The same is true for the War Construction Committee.

They abandoned some, sacrificed some, and went madness in despair.

But it is undeniable that they also saved some people and left a spark for those who came after.

When a whale falls, all things are born......

Perhaps this is the ultimate fate of all great things.

“…… You old immortal thing, isn't it too cheeky to say that others are young men? ”

Guessing that the old man was moved by himself again, the tall man sitting at the obsidian long table glanced at him unhappily.

The old man looked at him, but he didn't pay much attention, just smiled faintly and said.

"Your mouth is still so poisonous."

"I just don't want to waste my precious time on meaningless things."

Dr. Conclusion smiled and continued slowly.

"Tell me how many invitations you've prepared this time."

The old man said in a calm tone.

"Not much, one of you, one of the enterprises, one of the alliances, and the ...... of the Free States, the South Sea Alliance, and the Borneo Province"

As he said this, he suddenly fell silent, as if in deep thought.

Suspended in the pale blue hologram, he sighed, exchanged his arms, and said succinctly.

"Let's prepare five more."

"Sorry, I thought about something else...... People are old, and they are useless in all aspects. ”

The old man looked at the conclusion as if he had come back to his senses, smiled embarrassedly, and continued.

"Then according to what you said, prepare five more sheets."

……

On the other side, the tenth settlement of the Union.

Chu Guang, who had just finished meeting with the envoy from Ideal City, suddenly received a letter from the Great Rift Valley unexpectedly.

【…… Dear Mr. Administrator, I am the Chronicler of the Rift Valley, and I would like to allow me to pay your respects on behalf of the Chief Judge and the survivors of the Rapid Rift Valley. 】

[We heard about the disaster that occurred in Haiya Province and were shocked and regretted about it......]

[In order to prevent the runaway Age of Prosperity technology from continuing to ravage our common world, and to preserve the spark of civilization and allow our civilization to smoothly move into a new era, we have invited the leaders of the main survivor forces in the wasteland to a meeting in Origin City to discuss a plan to deal with the crisis......]

We look forward to seeing you there. 】

Chu Guang glanced at the letter roughly, and simply said that it was an invitation.

To be honest, there isn't much intersection between the Alliance and the Great Rift Valley, and it seems a bit presumptuous to suddenly invite yourself to visit.

However, considering that the predecessor of the Great Rift Valley was the Post-War Reconstruction Commission, their "reserve" is not incomprehensible.

Chu Guang planned to discuss it with the company and the academy later.

If the two partners plan to attend this meeting, he will also go and join in the fun, and by the way, contact the relationship.

Just as Chu Guang was thinking, Xiao Qi, who was lying on his shoulder, muttered.

"These geckos lying on the glass...... It's like the nuclear bomb has nothing to do with them, hmph, it's not like it came out of their pockets! ”

Geckos are ok......

Chu Guang couldn't help laughing for a while, but he felt that this statement was quite vivid.

Aren't these guys who hide under the shield and look around, but don't do anything, geckos?

"Where did you hear that nickname?" He wondered who had started it.

Xiao Qi curled the corners of his mouth proudly and said as if showing off.

"Mosquitoes!"

“……”

All right.

Sure enough, it was that guy.

Hearing this familiar ID, Chu Guang was not surprised at all.

Looking at Chu Guang, who had closed the holographic window, Xiao Qi asked in a low voice.

"The host...... Are you going to go? ”

"Go, why not?"

Putting away the mailbox, Chu Guang said in a half-joking tone.

"Maybe I'll be able to meet Marshal Julius of the Legion there, I've always wanted to talk to him."

Hearing this, Xiao Qi was just about to speak, but suddenly he said "ah" as if he had encountered some emergency, and said in a hurry.

"I'm afraid it's not going to work...... Your player in Triumph has just sent a message that Marshal Julius is no longer alive. ”

No longer alive?

Hearing this, Chu Guang was slightly stunned for a moment, and hurriedly continued.

“…… What's the situation? Is it a [Battlefield Atmosphere Group]? Forward the report he submitted to me! ”

"Okay!"

At the moment when Xiao Qi's voice fell, the holographic screen that had just been turned off re-unfolded in front of Chu Guang.

I saw that the column of unread emails was updated with a new email.

[Dear Administrator, according to your orders, I have successfully completed my mission and liberated the blinded Willantes from their long-standing lies......]

[Maybe you, like a god, have already guessed everything, yes, Julius is dead, and died a century ago. With the help of the Praetorian Guard, I completed the final trial with the survivors of Triumph and decided to step into a new era together. 】

[That's the case, everything is going well...... It's just that I encountered a little bit of a situation at the end. 】

[Shortly after the ceremony, I was approached by several ministers of the civil service clique, hoping that I would be responsible for what I had done. And the Praetorian Guard meant the same thing, some of them stubbornly believed that since the marshal had passed on his armor to me, it meant that I had inherited the ...... along with his responsibilities.

[That legion commander named Razor saw through my identity, but he didn't even think there was anything wrong with it?!] In addition to the civilian clique and the Praetorian Guard, the other survivors in the city were the same, they wanted me to be the consul, but they themselves couldn't tell what the consul did, and what specific differences his functions were from the original marshal...... I'm all big now. 】

[In short, the truth of the matter cannot be explained in a few words, but if I don't have a showdown...... I'm going to be the head of an army of undercover agents. 】

……

(Thanks to the leader of the alliance of "Cold Tianming" for rewarding!! (End of chapter)