People are always admired after death.

I don't know if this is a joke of a fixed pattern given to human beings by fate, or a certain effect that the development of human society will inevitably produce so far.

In short, the hero who dies is the best hero.

Most of Sherlock's deeds are portrayed as feats, justice, wisdom, power, fearlessness, and even those events that are selfish and heart-wrenching, after being whitewashed, become great devotions that make people cry.

On the contrary, the Baskerville, who was also extremely ———powerful, was very unknown, and he seemed to be feared on the front line, and during this year, he rarely seemed to go out on missions, and rarely did this kind of act of killing the soldiers next to him.

He became much more silent.

The stars in the sky in the depths of the Antarctic continent have dimmed a lot, not because the stars in the sky have become scarce after a few polar nights or days, but because the lights in the military base are too bright, illuminating the whole night as if it were morning.

In the past year, the strong execution of the empire has basically completely replaced the steam power with new energy, the route of the expedition is completely delineated, the resources of the hinterland of the empire can be continuously transported to the front line, and the huge construction lathe can complete the skeleton of a large military base in half a month, plus two weeks of late filling, this base can be officially put into use.

This kind of efficiency has even exceeded the best expectations of the previous expedition plan, and even the military proposed that the people can be organized to cross the Redk Strait and come to the rear of the battle line to visit, so as to mobilize the enthusiasm of the people for the victory of the war, anyway, the demons along the way have been cleaned up, coupled with the intervention of the divine servant, the large-scale deployment of the holy light on the Antarctic continent must be calculated, and the safety of the rear of the battle line is estimated to be higher than that in the urban area of the hinterland of the empire.

In the streets of the city, in the middle of the square, the banners were still there, but the citizens of the empire were smiling, and the laborers who had worked day and night in the factories straightened their backs and shouted slogans, not for the purpose of complaining, and the banners were not written on them, nor were they dissatisfied with the government or a certain department, but slogans full of triumph or racial pride.

Mankind will eventually overcome all difficulties and stand on top of the world again

In the midst of the constant shouts, in the street window, a new technology product that has just been popularized——— [radio], is constantly playing Mr. Franklin's victory speech.

I don't know why, the current emperor, who has been on the throne for three years, never seems to like people to add "great" or "king" to his name, even though he is now in the hearts of the people, has a high prestige, and the military has judged him more than all other emperors in holy history, of course, including Augustine the Great.

However, this slightly chubby middle-aged man seems to have always regarded himself as a scientific research worker, and constantly bloomed his endless talents in the scientific and technological construction of new energy, as well as in the field of finance, this political attitude, as well as the political achievements accumulated in just three years, have made him known as the first king who surpassed Augustine the Great and became a symbol of the entire empire.

It was once proposed that his statue be built on top of the cliff in front of the Imperial House of Elders.

You know, this honor has only been treated by Lord Dante for hundreds of years, and now, people want to compare him with the old man who carried the survival of the entire race by himself in times of crisis.

This is really a bit exaggerated, after all, this middle-aged man has only been the emperor for three years.

What is even more surprising is that among the people, this proposal has not aroused much opposition.

"Today's front-line battle report shows that the vanguard army led by General Patton himself, after 13 days of arduous defense, did not retreat a single step, and finally occupied the important area at the entrance of the canyon, establishing sufficient time for the connection of the Holy Light."

"At this point, the expeditionary force has once again marched 440 kilometers to the gates of hell, an increase of 17% compared to the progress of last month, and since May, four military bases have been completed and put into use."

"The new radio communication device can already make real-time contact within a range of 3,000 kilometers around the expedition route, and several copies are not interfered by wind and snow."

“.”

And so on and so forth.

Human beings are social animals, and the proud core has been carved into the genes of the entire race in thousands of years of evolution, these broadcast content that has been ringing in the streets and alleys since this morning, in this cold late autumn, people feel that the atmosphere has become warmer, those holding signs and shouting crowds and people on the road meet each other, do not know each other, but also hug each other, although after the introduction of new machinery in the factory, the increase in wages did not meet expectations, although the price of chicken has risen slightly, Although I had an inexplicable quarrel with my wife just now, these are not so important.

Victory is the main theme of this era, and those who lost their lives in the war, those heroic soldiers, and those who are hailed as heroes will eventually become the past, and history must look forward after all.

Different from the enthusiasm and cheers for victory in the hinterland of the empire, in fact, the atmosphere on the front line is still solemn and cold, these soldiers know that although everything is developing in a good direction, and the expeditionary coalition is moving towards victory step by step, but all victories can only be obtained by stepping on the blood and corpses of human warriors.

Cold winds, falling snow, polar nights, overly bright lights.

In the set up headquarters, some front-line war staff officers were still working tirelessly to formulate the next marching order, and the supplies in the rear were delayed for three days because of a heavy snowfall, although it did not affect anything, but still let some invective sound come out of the crack in the door.

In a small and inconspicuous building on the edge of the base, General Patton tossed a choking cigarette butt to the ground and trampled it out, then gulped down half a cup of hot water, the almost boiling heat that made his face flush a slightly unhealthy red.

After commanding the defense of the gorge for 13 days in a row, he was exhausted and finally had a chance to rest, but he found that he couldn't sleep.

Squeak.

The door of the room was pushed open, and a man in the most ordinary military uniform walked in in such a cold place, General Patton did not look up, although there were no guards outside this small building, but except for the orphan who had been picked up on the battlefield many years ago, no one would casually push open his door.

Baskerville's face was unusually pale, and he had the strong body of a third-order grand contractor who could withstand the extreme cold temperature, but his eyes were already filled with dark circles, and he didn't know how long he hadn't slept anymore, and the glasses he usually used to cover his vision were long gone, and the eyes that had to suppress the desire to kill were now full of exhaustion.

General Patton pulled out a blues, lit it, and threw it at him, the not-too-young commander caught it lightly, then took a slow puff.

It's been many years, and the spicy still has the most brutal stimulation of the trachea, and although it can't cough anymore, it can't gasp for breath.

There are only three people in this world who can pull out the blues from the understatement, the people who are reckless.

Master Dante, General Patton, and Sherlock.

Of course, there was once an inconspicuous old beggar on the street, half of his body was disabled, but this man was dead, and Baskerville did not know that such a person existed.

"How many days?"

"6 days."

A simple question and answer made General Patton fall silent again, and the boiling hot water in the cup steamed white gas, making the emaciated general look like a lonely old man in a room, waiting for a distant relative.

"Don't be so desperate, just take a break once in a while."

Baskerville didn't hesitate and slowly exhaled the smoke in his lungs: "It's good to be able to hold on, this feeling of getting stronger and stronger." ”

For more than a year, his voice became a little heavy, as if something was pressing on his heart.

Ever since he had rushed out of the demon tide with Lord Nightingale in his arms more than a year earlier, the front-line commander seemed to have finally realized something, and as a result, he had become reticent and a loner, even occasionally refusing to be assigned to his missions.

Soon after, he began to contact those soul visual devices, he did not take pleasure in tearing demons apart, but began to try to control the wild demons, and became more and more eager, those tortures that could make a strong warrior dizzy, vomit and even coma as long as he lasted 5 minutes, he even had to resist for more than a few hours at a time, until he had a splitting headache all night and did not give up, and after a year, he could already sit on those huge machines day and night, for three or five days.

No one knew how horrific this long-term mental torture would be, but Baskerville kept going.

"I know what you're thinking, but if you crumble before you reach the gates of Hell, it will be a great loss for the Human Expeditionary Force." General Patton said calmly.

He cared about the man at the door, but he still cared about the soldiers under him as a general: "If you keep overdrawing yourself like this, you may not live to be 40 years old." ”

"I don't need to live past the age of 40, at the current rate, we may only need another year to complete the expedition route, and then we will need to face endless demons, I have seen that scene and even in the end, the expeditionary soldiers may rush into the darkness and fight directly in hell.

In short, no matter what, humanity needs a vanguard, a strong man as the sharpest and sharpest knife.

Dante is old, so I am the only one in this world who can hold this position.

I need to be stronger. Keep getting stronger."

Baskerville was not a man who liked to talk a lot, even in the presence of General Patton, but today he talked a lot, as if he was constantly brainwashing himself in this way, so that he could continue in the midst of that terrible mental torture.

A year ago, he saw the scene in front of the gates of hell, saw the dense tide of demons that spread all over the field, saw the black curtain that was torn open and could not be calculated, and saw the man named Sherlock rushing into the gates of hell.

That guy is the only man in his life other than Dante who can be regarded as recognized.

Although he could never admit it, he had to say that that guy had won against him, but if even he died, he would have died in the final battle.

The Baskervilles are not afraid of death.

He just felt that he should be a little stronger and do a little better, and this idea may be to prove that the boy that Master Dante once praised was really a powerful contract genius; Or because he has been carried out since he was a child, that is, he must fight his last drop of blood for the victory of mankind; Or maybe you want to make yourself more powerful than Sherlock.

The Baskervilles didn't know why they thought that way.

I just think that Sherlock is dead, so I have to become the next hero of mankind.

Imperial Academy of Life Sciences.

In a large production base of soul visualization devices, countless lathes are working non-stop.

Since the successful recognition of the Wild Demon Control Technology by the military and government, the Academy of Life Sciences has once again become the most valued scientific research center in the entire empire. With hundreds of facilities to be shipped to the front every month, and as the number of conscripts increases, so does the demand for these soul devices, and no one could have imagined that the Academy of Life Sciences would one day be so closely connected to the military and the victory of the human expedition.

"Miss Catherine, this is last month's supply report, take a look."

A handsome secretary handed a form to Catherine, since the popularization of wild demon controllable technology, she has become the main person in charge of the production of this technological device, as the daughter of the previous president of the academy, she owns the majority of the equity of this technology capital, since the death of her father, her stubborn and stubborn character has become more and more obvious, naturally tired of those intrigue disputes for the sake of profit, and this style of doing things, let her gradually win the respect of the older generation of scientific researchers.

The most important thing is that the entire Holy See has only been handed over to Lady Catherine herself in matters related to the soul visualization device, which makes it impossible for her position to be shaken, even if she is not involved in any scientific research projects at all.

After receiving the supply report, Catherine silently began to flip through it, a few years have passed, this former battle nun now looks extraordinarily mature, but also extraordinarily silent and cold, the short hair is as close as the ear, and the ability is not like a woman.

But she was still beautiful after all

The secretary next to him was very tall and wore a valuable suit today.

He looked at each other anxiously behind Catherine, biting the tip of his tongue with his teeth, and then made a difficult decision.

"Lady Catherine, excuse me. Are you free today, can you have dinner? ”

(End of chapter)