Looking at the meteors drifting in the sky, a mean sneer appeared on Jelles' face.

The smile was full of mockery and contemplation, and for some reason there was a hint of relief mixed in it, so that it looked so decadent.

"Humans are the same everywhere. It will not change, it is incorrigible, it has no value or need for any guidance. ”

In the twisted laughter, indifference, anger, and contempt rose and fell.

It's like crossing the distance and sending your conclusions about the world and Roland Dahlke face to face, telling a deep sense of despair and malice.

Those were enough words to send chills down the spine.

"The world may be beautiful, but it is neither gentle nor kind. And human beings, neither gentle nor kind, are not even beautiful at all. Your so-called 'ideals' and 'reserves' are nothing but unattainable illusions, even if you overthrow the empire? What if you overthrow the imperial system? No matter how hard the brave try, how many difficulties they overcome, and how many demon kings they overthrow, the world is still the cruel and beautiful world, and human beings are still incorrigible. ”

Everyone has heard the story of a prince or a brave man who defeats a bad witch and rescues a princess, ushering in a happy ending. However, if the devil is defeated, the tragedy is over, and the suffering is saved, will people really become happy?

- Never.

In the end, the so-called revolution is nothing more than a reversal of the position of the perpetrator and the victim. Just as the elves were forced into a corner by the other races in the past, now the elves enslave the Charlemagne. Whether it is a revolution or an ideal, in the end it is just a carnival of mere formalities, a one-night celebration. When the celebration is over, the enthusiasm of the revolution will cool, the ideals of the past will be buried by the passage of time, and only the form in which the world operates will never change. People, no matter how much you praise your ideals and pray for happiness, you have to step on other people's corpses and keep turning others into corpses in order to live. Roland Dark, you're no exception. ”

War is inevitably accompanied by sacrifice;

The state is also inevitably accompanied by a mechanism that allows more people to survive at the expense of some people;

To live is to stand on the corpse of another;

To live is to keep turning others into corpses;

In order to live, one has to step on others, whether they are dead or alive. When you see someone who is dying, you don't help, you don't reach out, you don't even care. Just watched, after that person died, stepped on the blood and body of the deceased and continued to live.

That's why.

Mankind;

the survival of humanity;

By no means pretty.

Those ideals and idealists who pray for a better future, hope that they will eventually achieve happiness in the distant future, and keep repeating "one day", will eventually be swallowed up by the cruel reality and stifled by the humanity and possibilities they believe in.

"Destroy, along with your ideals, be destroyed by reality. ”

Hands raised, directing the silent chorus of the undead, Gerus's tone was chillingly gentle.

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The blast of the explosion tossed Roland again and again, and although the heat, shrapnel, shotgun, and most of the shock wave were removed by the "Wall of Sighs", the kinetic energy of the physical impact—not deadly, but enough to jolt the body, consume physical energy and spirit—continued to hit. The "unicorn" seems to have become a torpedo boat charging in the stormy seas, swallowed up again and again by the waves, rising and falling in the wind and rain again and again, no matter how critical the situation, still stubbornly chopping through the waves and attacking the target.

The tactics employed by the "Legion", or the behind-the-scenes Jares manipulator, are standard wars of attrition.

Unmanned combat machines, which are tireless and do not care about losses, are invincible in a war of attrition.

A qualified soldier must pass at least 18 weeks of basic infantry training courses, which can be regarded as a barely qualified cannon fodder rookie, such recruits are nothing more than consumables with guns and ammunition in the eyes of veterans, and it is not even worth bothering to remember their names and appearances, only after surviving the bloody and cruel war, veterans will regard them as "comrades-in-arms".

Unmanned combat vehicles do not need to go through this kind of trouble, they do not need to be trained, they do not need to be recognized, and they do not care about attrition. With a single command, an army of mechanical undead will attack in the face of a storm of destruction and death, and no matter how much is lost, the following people will continue to march on the steel corpse. Keep wasting and producing until even the abyss of hell fills in and paves a path to the completion of the goal.

Faced with this simple but effective tactic, coupled with the fact that Jelles was hiding behind the scenes, Roland couldn't help but feel tricky.

(If it's just a simple war of attrition, forget it, but ...... ）

As he spoke, the wails of the undead came like a tidal wave again, and the dying whispers gathered into a huge roar that erupted in Roland's mind.

There is an undead imprisoned in each "legion", and the number of "legions" on the scene, including the support and support type, is no more than 100 machines, and no matter how loud the shouts of more than 100 undead are, they will not interfere with Roland's actions.

However, the "Legion" is not a living being, nor can it be considered an individual in the ordinary sense of the word.

Each "legion" is part of a huge tactical data chain, they are both terminals and servers, when a certain "legion" is fighting the enemy, the intelligence data in the battle will continue to be fed back to the central data processing center, after the central data processing center analysis and review, the scattered "legions" can get the updated tactical model at any time, so as to improve the overall level.

In other words, the undead are connected.

When the "legion" on the scene wails, the sound of the undead in the distance can also be transmitted to the scene through the network, and the "legion" on the scene acts as a platform to amplify and then be accepted by the brain quantum wave induction framework of the "unicorn", which directly acts on Roland's brain, forming a high overload, and in serious cases, it may even faint on the spot.

This is the truth of the undead.

To silence the undead, they had to break the "legion" on the ground, and before the "legion" could be broken, the roar of the undead and the anti-air artillery fire would try to stop Roland.

An endless loop with no solution.

It seems that the only way to break this cycle is perseverance and extraordinary endurance. That is, to withstand the sound of the dead and the shelling, and to force the assault at the risk of the mind and body being torn apart.

As if sensing Roland's determination, the undead stirred for a while, and then quickly resumed their monotonous chorus without ups and downs.

Unlike before, there are a few new additions to the same kind who are singing together.

Shaking the fluid armor that covered the surface like feathers, the optical sensors that looked like the eyes of a beast shone brightly, and the air combat type was like lightning tearing through the night sky, aiming at the white spirit beast and swooping down.