Near the settlement of Ten, the Academy's research ship.

A tall and thin man stood in the light blue holographic light and shadow, looking at Yang Kai with a respectful expression and said in a commanding tone.

"How did he choose?"

Yang Kai reported truthfully.

"I don't know yet, he didn't give me a positive answer...... But as you can see, space-based weapons are really moving towards the Western Hemisphere. ”

It's just that it hasn't been deployed for the time being.

Although the academy did not have access to these weapons left over from the War Construction Committee, it knew the coordinates of each weapon.

Tracking their location is not a difficult task.

Sadly, however, the wisest and most learned people on the planet do not hold any of these keys.

Seeing that the doctor did not respond for a long time, Yang Kai continued in a respectful tone.

"I would venture to ask, what do you expect him to choose?"

The man known as Dr. Conclusion smiled faintly.

"I don't have the best solution here, I just want to see his options."

There weren't many undulating voices that made it impossible to guess what he really thought.

Yang Kai smiled bitterly.

"Looks like we'll just have to wait and see."

……

Cornered, the top brass of the Southern Legion staked all their hopes of victory on biological and chemical weapons called "death potions".

Coalition orbital weapons are being deployed around the city of Avent, ready to settle all troubles once and for all.

The Battlefield guy doesn't know if the manager is serious, but if the guy does press the button, then his hard work may be really undone.

And not even just his efforts.

It also includes all the other players in the Alliance, as well as Julius, Penny, Yarman, and other Willantes working to end the Wasteland Age.

And that includes the managers themselves.

In short, this sudden situation completely broke the battlefield guys' arrangement for the next work.

He had intended to wait until after the funeral of Marshal Julius, and then unite the civilian clique to carry out a top-down reform of Triumph City, starting with the holding of a citizens' assembly to the selection of representatives from all walks of life and class, and then jointly negotiate the constitution of the Willants, and improve a series of laws on this basis.

Now, however, it is clear that this matter has to be pushed back.

asked a group of sand sculpture netizens on the forum for advice, and after repeatedly weighing the pros and cons in his heart, the battlefield guy finally found the only person he can trust and can help at present......

The council chamber of the House of Glory.

The Commander of the Praetorian Guard, Razor, couldn't help but frown slightly after listening to the remarks of the honorable Mr. Consul.

"What do you mean...... The genetic source code of the Willant was stolen? ”

The Warfielder expected that he would be shocked by the contents of the Death Potion Project, but he didn't expect that the old man's focus would be on the strange details.

"That's right," the Warfield nodded, looking serious, "for the Southern Legion's plans, the Willant genetic source code is a must. Only by filling in this last piece of the puzzle can they ensure that the plan is carried out smoothly—"

"It can't be." Before he could finish his sentence, Razor interrupted him and said in an unquestioning tone, "No one can steal the Willant genetic source code, and where did you get the news?" What did the civil clique tell you? It's still Salon's boy. ”

The Warfielder's brow twitched violently.

He didn't know where the old man got his confidence, so he was so sure that the gene source code would not be stolen.

However, this matter is also troublesome, although he knows what is happening, he can't tell the source of the information.

After all, he can't tell this old guy that he took the task from the game system, right?

Can the tasks of the system be fake?

Unless the dog plots to play him deliberately.

“…… I can't tell you where the news came from, but it's true. The Warfield stared at him intently, trying to impress the 172-year-old man with his sincerity.

Although he knew very well in his own heart, the possibility of convincing Razor through such a hasty method was almost slim.

After all, this is no ordinary accusation.

No one will be impressed by a simple "trust me".

However, to the surprise of the Battlefield, Razor did not immediately veto his words, but just stared at his pupils with those cloudy eyes.

After a long moment, he suddenly dropped a sentence.

"You come with me."

With that, Razor walked to the outside of the chamber.

Looking at this resolute action, the battlefield guy was slightly stunned, not understanding what the old man wanted to do, but he still got up and followed.

The two of them left the Glory Courtyard directly, walked down the thousands of marble steps one after the other, and then got into the car waiting by the side of the road.

"Get in the car."

Looking at Razor who was in the car, the battlefield guy hesitated for a moment and then pulled the car door and sat down.

He thought that the old man was going to take him somewhere in the Glory Courtyard, but he didn't expect that he would have to go on a long trip.

After the door closed, the engine of the sedan started slowly, and the two people in the car drove away from the Eieiin Temple.

After about twenty minutes, the Battlefield had even seen the walls of Triumph City, and then the speed of the car slowed down.

"Here we are."

Razor, who had dropped these words, reached out and pushed open the car door and got out of the car cleanly.

The Warfield also got out of the car after him, and looked up at the front, only to see that it was a military camp, and two soldiers in power armor were guarding the front of the checkpoint.

In the entire city of Triumph, there is only one place where even the sentries standing guard are wearing power armor.

The moment he saw the two "Dragoon" power armors, the Battlefield had already guessed what this place was.

Seeing his own corps commander and Mr. Archon, the sentry on duty was in awe, untied his helmet and mask, and gave a military salute with a solemn expression.

Razor simply returned a military salute, then looked at the pangolin behind him with a surprised look on his face, and continued.

"This is the Praetorian Guard, the residence of the Praetorian Guard, and I originally planned to bring you here after Marshal Julius' funeral."

"I know, I've been here before." The Battlefield Team nodded, but looked at him with a confused expression, not understanding why he had brought himself here.

Take yourself on a tour of the Praetorian Guard?

Now doesn't seem to be the time to do that.

Razor didn't explain what he was here for, but led him on a long drive through a field of concrete buildings to the deepest part of the Praetorian Guard's Mansion.

A circular concrete building sits in the middle of a clearing, with thick walls without a single window and only a narrow passage that extends into the interior of the building.

Razor led him forward, passed the sentry at the door, stood on the elevator with the Legion insignia in the center of the hall on the first floor, and pressed the button on the mechanical keyboard.

The elevator doors creaked shut, and the elevator compartment descended at a uniform rate.

Looking at the confused Mr. Archon, Razor said in a very soft voice.

“…… The concrete structure you just saw on the outside is just the 'gate' of this building, and its real mystery is actually underground. ”

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team coughed lightly.

"You know it's not this that I'm curious about."

"I know," Razor nodded, "and I can assure you that soon all your confusion will be answered...... We're here. ”

After nearly a minute of settling, the elevator finally reached its destination.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that this facility was too deeply hidden, like a shelter.

However, it didn't take long for him to see a gear-shaped alloy gate, and the big number "3" was printed in the center of the gate.

"Vault 3...... This is a refuge?! Wait a minute...... There is a shelter underneath the city of Triumph?! The Battlefield Atmosphere Team had a look of surprise on their faces.

Looking at Mr. Archon with a surprised face, Razor said with a faint smile.

"I remember that I should have said that a long time ago, when Marshal Julius was still alive, I often dealt with you."

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group swallowed and nodded slowly.

Turning his gaze to the giant gate in front of him, Razor's eyes seemed to be lost in memory, and it took a long time before he continued.

"That was a long time ago, the year I was born...... The residents of Vault 3, after learning about what happened to us and what happened in the Willant lab, expressed their outrage at the crimes against humanity committed by the Post-War Reconstruction Commissioners and generously offered us help. ”

"It was a nice bunch of people, and it was a time when we were with the Vault residents...... This is your honeymoon phase. ”

"If we were on our own, without the support of the technical department, even if we got the gene source code of the Willant laboratory, it would not help. But with the help of the Vault's inhabitants, all the problems were solved, and we finally gained our freedom in the true sense of the word, and built the great city of Triumph on the land above us. ”

At this point, Razor paused, looking away from the massive door of the vault and looking at the stunned archon—or "pangolin."

"The genetic source code is kept in this shelter...... Actually, I should have brought you here a long time ago, but it was delayed because of some things. ”

With that, the old man walked up to the door and reached out and knocked down a few buttons on the console next to the giant gear-shaped door.

With a tremor like an earthquake, the cogwheel-shaped door slowly rolled to the side with the rumbling sound, making way for the shelter.

"It's not just passwords, it's biometrics that need to be verified...... Come with me. ”

Looking at the pangolin with a surprised face, Razor smiled faintly, and led him on, coming to a closed alloy door, completing the final biometric identification.

With a leaking sound, the closed alloy door slowly opened, revealing the inside of the vault to the two of them.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team was about to move forward, but was pressed on the shoulder by Razor's outstretched right hand.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team turned his head and saw that the cloudy pupils were staring at him intently, and the gaze that shot out of those pupils seemed to penetrate his soul.

"You record it too."

"Okay."

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team looked serious, nodded solemnly, and then completed the registration of biometrics with the help of Razor.

He knew what that meant.

This old man, who had guarded the Willantes for more than a century for Marshal Julius, finally officially entrusted everything about the Willantes to himself.

The two men who passed through the alloy door continued on their way, following the map of the Vault and turning a few corners, and soon came to a laboratory.

The lab is much more spacious than the "small rooms" in Vault 404, and the facilities it contains appear to be much better.

Thinking of those "classical-style" marble buildings on the surface, the battlefield can't help but sigh in his heart.

The ground and the ground are like two parallel planes.

Pausing in front of a cylindrical metal can, Razor looked back at the pangolins who were looking around and continued.

"The Willant source code is stored here, guarded by the Praetorian Guards on the surface and secured by a vault underground. You're a resident of the Vault, and even if you don't believe in the strength of our Praetorian Guard, you should be well aware of the level of protection of the Vault. ”

Retracting his gaze from the facility on the side, the Battlefield nodded earnestly.

"No one can enter a Vault that has been activated without authorization."

Razor nodded, and continued with his words.

"Not only that, but every visit leaves behind a time-stamped biometric message, whether successful or not. So I can responsibly tell you that no one stole it, and no one could steal it. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and double-clicked on the control panel next to the round can, activating the control program for the storage device.

The pale blue holographic screen quickly displayed the records of the previous gene source code retrieval, as well as the identity and time information marked on the side.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team walked quickly to the old man's side and looked at the contents on the holographic screen.

Judging from the displayed data, the last time the data was retrieved was more than a century ago, and the purpose of the use marked in the information column is also very clear, it is to complete the cloning of human beings that grow eight times faster.

More than a century ago......

At that time, let alone Tyre, I don't even have the concept of the Southern Army.

The Battlefield's Adam's apple moved, and the thoughts in his mind were a little confused for a moment.

That is to say...... There's no way the Southern Legion can get their hands on the genetic source code. ”

Razor nodded slowly.

"I want to ask you where your information came from."

Facing the old man's sharp gaze, the battlefield guy was silent for a while and slowly spoke.

"Do you believe me?"

Razor shook his head without thinking.

I didn't expect this old man to be so decisive in his suspicions, and the battlefield guy's expression suddenly became a little tense.

However, what he didn't expect was that at this time, the old man nodded slowly.

"I don't believe you, a guy of unknown origin, suddenly saying that he wants to free the people of Wilantes, that he wants to cut the chains on the people of Wilantes, it sounds like a hoax."

"But I believe Marshal Julius, you are the one he is waiting for...... You meet every one of His prophecies. ”

After a pause, Razor said slowly.

"Moreover, you are the choice of the people of Willant."

The same as Marshal Julius.

Although Marshal Julius was not a Willant, that gentleman was the unquestionable choice of all Willants.

If he chooses the wrong one, he can only say that this is the fate of the Willant, and he must admit it even if he doesn't want to.

It was not only Marshal Julius who was aging, but also himself, and the entire Praetorian Guard.

They are not destined to accompany the Willantes all the way.

Feeling the weight of that sentence and the mission contained in it, the Battlefield took a deep breath and said frankly.

"You know I'm a Vault dweller, but you shouldn't know where I'm from...... Truth be told, I'm from Vault 404. ”

Razor's pupils contracted sharply, but after a moment they regained their composure.

"And then?"

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group was silent for a moment, then gritted its teeth and continued.

"We can communicate in some kind of telepathic way...... It's our secret, just like your genetic source code, and I want you to keep it for me. ”

He ended up hiding the player and the other world, after all, it was a rule written in the Player's Handbook, and it made no sense to reveal it to Razor, it would only increase the cost of communication rather than reduce it.

However, it has always been allowed by the rules to interpret NPCs in their own way.

This is not considered "off-the-side".

Vault 404 has never denied the legends about itself, but there are many versions of it.

Razor was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then smiled bitterly at the center of his eyebrows.

"Telepathy...... Hope you're serious. ”

He had lived for 172 years, and he could tell at a glance who was lying, but at this moment he clearly felt that the young consul was telling the truth.

It's not just "telepathy".

Even the part about the "dead agent" is the same, at most some details are concealed...... And these details are not concealed out of malice, but under some level of pressure.

The battlefield stared intently at Razor and continued.

"Trust me, I'm telling the truth! The reason why I am so sure of the 'death poten' is because my compatriots have found countless evidence of its existence on the front lines of the province of Borneo, at the southernmost point of the Great Desert. Just as you can responsibly tell me that the genetic source code of the Willantes is still here, I can also responsibly tell you that all of this is true. ”

Razor sighed heavily.

"Vault 404...... You're almost a showdown with me, you're a spy for the Alliance, and you've managed to take out the Alliance's biggest rival. ”

The Warfield coughed dryly.

"How can you blame me for the disintegration of the Legion...... You should know that, it has nothing to do with me. ”

"I didn't, I just assumed I was in the shoes of an ordinary Willant citizen, probably thinking so."

Razor pressed his eyebrows with a headache, and spoke slowly after a moment.

"You don't have to try to convince me, it's enough to think about how to convince the other Willantes after this is over, they are the ones you need to be responsible for...... I want you to confess this to the inhabitants of Triumph when it's all over. As you yourself said, to free the Willant from lies. ”

The battlefield guy nodded solemnly at the meaningful gaze.

"I'll do it."

It's a big deal that this consul is inappropriate.

In fact, he didn't want to be this consul so much, he was simply put in this position.

Taking a deep breath, he collected the thoughts in his head and continued.

"The question now is what exactly does the Southern Legion top brass want to do? I can be sure that the 'dead dose' plan exists, and that it is about to be implemented until the last moment. Like I said, our intelligence officers had enough evidence to be able to prove its existence, and they passed that ...... Uh, telepathy told me. ”

At this moment, Razor no longer bothered with "spies" and "telepathy", but focused his mind completely on the problem itself.

Everything is just as it was more than a century ago, when he fought side by side with Marshal Julius.

"It's obvious what they're trying to do...... "Narrowing his eyes slightly, the old man continued in a gentle voice, "just carry it with the will of the Willant." ”

The Warfield looked at him in dismay.

"What do you mean......"

"The Willant people are physically stronger than the survivors of the Human Union era, and not only that, but we have more control over all levels of society...... This is not only because we have the genes of the legion, but also because the Willantes are inherently subordinate to the collective, to the 'head wolf' race. In times of crisis, we will be more united than any other people. ”

The cold-blooded voice seemed to float out of the freezer, and it made people feel a chill down their spine.

At this moment, Razor has completely brought into the perspective of an iron-blooded and ruthless officer, and winning the final victory is his only goal.

Only in this way can he think from Till's standpoint.

“…… Therefore, we don't need to be immunized against the 'dead agent' at all, or even immunized is the best outcome. The fear of death will hasten their flight, allowing them to passively participate in our plans. And for those cowardly civilized people, the same victimhood also makes it more difficult for them to remove us from their society. ”

"Our compatriots will take it to all corners of the world, and instead of our guns, we will conquer the remaining one-third of the worlds that have not yet been conquered by us."

"As long as it has the terrifying lethality shown in the lab, we will win the race for survival in the end...... We're Willantes. ”

The Battlefield's Adam's apple rolls up and down.

"Strongwall Kiyono ......"

"Kiyono Strongwall? It's too small, and the 'dead agent' goes even further than that. ”

Razor looked at Mr. Consul, who was holding his breath, grinned meaningfully, and continued at a slow pace.

"It's called natural selection."

That's what the Willantes do best.

Tyr intends to bet the odds on the viability of the Wilantes!

“…… Of course, this matter cannot be known to a third person, and we must use the 'gene source code' as a cover to convince the part of the Wilantes involved in the project that the death agent is harmless to them, at least it cannot be killed, and is only effective for foreign races. ”

Looking at the shocked pangolin, Razor restrained his cold expression and returned to his usual gentle but majestic appearance.

"From Tyr's point of view, this is probably the case...... It's unbelievable, it's been 214 years in the Wasteland Era, and there are still people who can take the most primitive beasts. Sex is so thoroughly reserved. ”

The battlefield guy who came back to his senses involuntarily held his breath, and it took a long time before he slowly spoke.

"Was this the case with the Willantes in the past?"

Razor said without thinking.

"There was a real time in the wasteland where you couldn't live without it."

After a pause, he added.

"But I don't think that's right, it's not something to be proud of to survive as a beast. The children of the Willantes will not go to a better future because of their father's 'sacrifice', but if their father does win, they will travel to a time worse than the Wasteland Age, to a wider jungle and a final battle with mutants or whatever, more like beasts, more unbounded, more savage than whom......"

And in the end, will they find out in their conscience and turn back into human beings one day in the future? In my opinion, it is not necessarily, humans are very path-dependent animals. Like the Brahminats who survived because of the whims of General Rowell, to this day their children are like crops growing on red soil. I don't think even Lowell himself would be proud of their groveling appearance. ”

This madman......

After doing it for a long time, that Tyr didn't plan to make the Willant immune to death at all!?

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team suddenly thought of Xifan Harbor.

It seemed to be the same this time......

And it's exactly the same!

He involuntarily clenched his fists and looked at Razor with a serious expression.

"What can I do to stop Tyr."

He wondered whether there was any other way than to resort to last resort.

Razor looked at him and returned the question as it was.

"How can I stop Tyr...... You shouldn't throw this question at a 172-year-old man, honorable Mr. Archon. ”

"You're the one to move on with the Willantes, and it's you, not me, who should make the decision."

"They chose you among barbarism and civilization, and I believe they must have seen in you the strength not to lose to the former."

"So don't be afraid to choose, you just have to remember...... Don't let those who live in the past see weakness and fear in your eyes, and don't let down those who have chosen you. ”

(End of chapter)