“...... Above all else, you are above all things in the world, and at all times, for protection and defense, brothers are always together......"

Franz Josef Haydn's "Hymn to the Emperor" was reproduced with the virtuosity of a military orchestra and the lyrics of August Heinrich Hoffmann von Flesebben were reworked to become the Austrian Empire, the German Empire, the Weimar Republic, the Greater German Empire, and the Federal Republic of Germany...... The national anthem, an old song that has been sung for hundreds of years, is sung by a childish voice during the voice-changing period, adding a special blood and passion. It is as if the graduates of the military academy in front of them are about to carry the hopes of the country and the nation, singing "the motherland is above all else" and rushing to the battlefield to write their own legends.

Militarists, imperialists, fascists, racists, and angry youths will surely be moved to tears when they see this scene. Ordinary people were also infected by the atmosphere of the scene, waving banners and small military flags, and joining in the chorus of patriotism.

Every attendee was dominated by passion, part of a huge wave, but Roland could not be happy.

Not only was he unhappy, but he even felt that the frenzied scene in front of him was very terrifying, and he couldn't say what it was terrifying.

Patriotism, a sacred mission, the aspirations of nations and peoples, the fate of the world, a new order - these words do not sound bad. But after the almost boiling air at the scene warmed, a strong sense of disobedience and terror began to seep into the heart of the 10-year-old human boy. The familiar classmates and citizens became extremely strange at this moment, it was almost like ...... Another creature in general.

A high-pitched cymbal announced the end of the performance, and he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when the rapid beat of the drums and trumpets tightened Roland's body again. In the tsunami of screams and cheers, the familiar military coat appeared in view, and Roland violently saved his guardian many titles. There is also the title of "Principal of a Military Academy". It's just that this one usually doesn't like others to call him "principal", because it is easy for people to associate with factionalism, and then engage in mountaineering within the army. In addition, the title of "principal" is easy to associate with a certain bald head nicknamed "peanut" who is keen to draw maps and write diaries to counterattack the country...... For this inexplicable reason, and the fact that the Supreme Archon does not directly manage the operation of the school, over time everyone has almost forgotten that he is still a principal. Then again, as the top head of the school and the top leader of the country and the army. It is only natural that he should be present on such occasions.

The opening part of the speech did not arouse Roland's interest, and the speeches at such large-scale events came out of a mold. Causes, Difficulties, Overcoming, Progress, Results, Significance, Encouragement...... The official culture of Alfheim and the large, inappropriate sculptures are all the same way, and few people will be pleasing to the eye except for bureaucrats and groups who advocate the aesthetic of "big is beautiful, and more is good". Of course, the Supreme Consul has his own charismatic blessings, and even if he reads the same script, the people below are still happy and intoxicated.

Just when Roland resisted the urge to yawn. As he was about to finish listening, his suddenly raised voice blew away his sleepiness.

"All the noncommissioned officers and students gathered here today will be the pillars of the motherland's defense forces. Facing the chaotic and unknown future, facing the vast world, you will never be at peace at this moment. But I hope that you will not forget the history of more than 1,000 years, and do not forget that there is no sword and shield in your hands. What a tragic fate will face for our compatriots. We are a group of people banished to forgotten corners, and that is why. Only those of us who have seen the abyss and can look at the world more objectively can become the chosen people who govern the world and lead many races. ”

The sonorous male voice tightened the air, and Roland could clearly hear the breathing around him become heavy and rapid, and the air in the whole of Alfheim seemed to be squirming.

"We are not invaders, we are not killing machines, we are not beasts with knives in our mouths and iron boots. We are edifiers. A cultivator who leads the ignorant to the path of civilization, draws a break for the dark and barbaric age, and brings a new order to the world. All of you present here are the pioneers of the new era! The world will hold your breath for a long time! Long live the motherland!!"

Cheers poured out from every corner of the scene, and hundreds of thousands of enthusiasm and shouts shook the whole city. Long live the Motherland, long live the Motherland. Commit to the stormy waters that don't know when they will end. Roland echoed, a cold feeling pouring down from the top of his head.

Long live the Motherland, long live the Motherland, long live the Motherland!!

The crowd under Li Lin's words shouted intoxicated, the crowd turned into violent fluctuations, the raised fists formed wave after wave of surges, personal will and thoughts were swallowed up without a trace, and countless pieces of colored paper were scattered from the air just right.

Feeling a chill at this frenzy, Roland shuddered. In a trance, he saw those red eyes over the human wall, staring straight at him.

(One day, you'll taste the same despair as I do.) ）

The red pupils, which were always as sharp as knives, sent out silent words, wrapping around Roland's cold hands and feet like a snake.

"Her Highness the Holy Maiden, Her Highness the Holy Maiden!"

The unfamiliar voice pierced the sleeping membrane, the left hand pressed against the temple with a dull pain, and the right hand subconsciously clenched the long sword, and when he asked "What's wrong?", the body had re-entered the combat state.

What appeared in the field of vision was a man in the uniform of the Charlemagne family's navy, with a face of piety and excitement.

"The Mother Goddess is above, and Her Highness the Holy Maiden is safe and sound. ”

The sound of joy spread rapidly, and then elevated to a mountain and a tsunami, and Roland even heard someone shouting "Hurrah". The cold sweat gushing from his back restored the disjointed memory, and after waving his hand to quiet the overly excited crowd, the purple pupil crossed the crowd and looked at the corner of the street.

There used to be a wheeled assault gun, but now all that remains is the charred hull and scattered parts. After the rollover, Roland tried to shout to persuade the other party to surrender, but before he could say what he had planned, the assault gun exploded. Fortunately, Roland was only swept away by the shock wave and fell into a brief coma, with no further internal or external injuries, while the surrounding Charlemagne's troops and armed citizens arrived just in time.

None of the crew members of the assault guns survived. They chose such an ending, and Roland was not surprised. The idea of "not being humiliated from captivity" instilled in military schools, fearing human retaliation, and keeping military and technical secrets. The outcast who covers the retreat of friendly forces can be a reason to be a motive for self-determination. The moment they fail, their fate is already over.

This is war, this is the battlefield.

There is no reason, no mercy, and no heroes. There is only life and death, killing and being killed. Strength and luck are the only criteria that determine fate.

-- War has no humanity and no morality, killing is the only means, and victory is the ultimate goal. War is meaningless unless it ends with victory.

A nonchalant tone came back from the depths of memory, and the day that had been a point of divergence a few years ago was recalled in the form of a dream, and many unpleasant memories were stirred up. It's like some kind of curse, or a reconfirmation of Li Lin's "consistent correctness", and more like a mockery of the future form of war.

There is no war of honor and humanity. Mass vendettas between different races and ********: elven and human, Charlemagne and Alfheim, religious and non-religious.

Roland didn't know what Li Lin would think of the blood-soaked reality he had created at this moment, and he himself didn't like it at all.

A blackened arm appeared in the corner of the camera, and when he realized that it was the remains of a member of the assault gun crew, he had already taken a step forward, and through the crowd that automatically gave way to a way, Roland stood in front of the severed arm.

Our faithful chariot will give us a metal coffin - to the end. They fulfilled the promise in the military song. No flowers, no flag-covered coffins. There was no farewell, no final confession, and disappeared into obscurity on the battlefield.

This...... Is that what they want?

Subconsciously stretched out his hand, and someone behind him roared:

"Your Highness the Holy Maiden, you don't need to stretch out your jade hand to this kind of rat generation......!!"

The half-outstretched hand trembled, and the smell of burnt and bloody wind rushed into his nostrils. A strange sensation came from the body that was being healed by the white rose's built-in celestial crystal—the feeling of "disconnection" that was clearly exhausted but forcibly recovered was spreading. The information obtained by the five senses reminds oneself that he is still on the battlefield at the moment, and there is no extra time to be sentimental.

No, rule it out - with this action done in a few tenths of a second, Roland is once again part of the battlefield.

Keep your head up. The uniformed men around him bowed to their chests. Men in civilian clothes brandished knives, forks, sticks and shouted slogans, women knelt down in prayer or wept and shouted something, and a light reflected on everyone's flushed faces.

Silver, divine light.

Who caused it, it is self-evident.

Riding a white beast of purity and shining armor, he rises to the occasion of national danger and deals a head-on blow to sin.

Roland's performance has completely surpassed the legend, and in the eyes of the people, the appearance of wearing the white rose and defeating the Iron Beast is completely the embodiment of the concept of "savior".

In a desperate situation, anyone can't help but reach out to the symbol of hope.

Her Highness the Holy Maiden! Her Highness the Holy Maiden!

The people's eyes turned blood-red, and they cried out for joy and offered their prayers.

They were religious, and utterly heartfelt, but to the people to whom they offered their cheers, they were terrifying.

The people in front of them overlapped with the elves who shouted "Long live the Motherland" in their dreams, and the frenzied cheers were more like walls than sounds. Unifying the will of the individual, the overwhelming wall that will never stop until the goal is achieved.

-- People will take the initiative to find meaning in the whims of the gods and follow in his footsteps. At the same time, humans are creatures who carve idols for themselves and then give meaning.

（...... I really don't want him to be right in every word. ）

Swallowing the bitter feeling, the young man who turned into a holy maiden said in a resolute voice:

"Please bury these people. ”

"Uh...... Yes!!"

Leaving behind the people who praised him, the white rose of the battlefield stepped onto the unicorn again, and ran towards the royal magic academy without looking back.

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At the same time, in a single room.

Sloth, who had watched the whole battle through the demon, was immersed in extreme excitement and couldn't extricate himself, clapping his hands and talking to himself.

"Ahahahaha! It's so wonderful, so pleasant! Becoming an idol is certainly your choice, but it is also the right judgment, and it is the public's expectation. But you are ashamed of your immaturity and the correctness of the Lord, which is the strength of a knight and a king, and that forcibly endures shame and stifles the heart. It's so beautiful to still insist on 'doing the right thing'!"

His men had all gone out to prepare for the attack and retreat, and the empty room echoed with Sloth's self-conscious comments, and when he spoke of elation, he jumped on the table and danced in one breath.

"How pure, how noble, how brave! I didn't expect that there are still remnants of the fruit of hope in this inferior race of mankind! All mankind should take a good look at his life. Understand it and follow suit. No, no, no. I didn't count what I just said, it would be a waste to hand him over to a human. This nobility, this majesty, only I have the right to defile it, to suck that broken heart. The noble boy, the holy maiden, who had his wings and hands and feet broken by reality, burned by the flames, cried out, 'Lord. Entrust me to 'pass away' - I am the only one who can do this. Watch me overwhelm his thin body and spread his legs—"

Before he could finish speaking, a long, thick black pipe flew past Sloth's cheek, piercing through the child's inappropriate delusions and stabbing deep into the wall, the bolt of the cannon swaying at the back of Sloth's head.

“......”

The expression of ecstasy froze for more than ten seconds, and Sloth quickly sat down and opened the communication terminal.

"Boss, are you trying to kill me?"

"Why do you say that? By the way, I just slipped my hand. I accidentally lost an 88 gun, did you see that?"

“...... Don't tilt your eyes when you speak, and don't whistle 'the most dazzling XX style'! Besides, who swipes their hands to warping the side of their subordinates' heads?"

"Maybe it's a divine punishment, the all-knowing and all-powerful god has sent a warning to the scum full of delusions of the little yellow book and BL, I suggest you pay attention, maybe the next time the god will shout ''Angry puppet!\' to drop the yang electron cannon or graviton bomb." ”

“...... Why is the character of the god so ghostly? ”

"I didn't hear it, say it again. ”

"Nothing. Please be angry. ”

"What are you talking about, I'm not angry at all. ”

There was no trace of anger on the smiling face in the interface, and Sloth, who was overwhelmed by the invisible pressure, was breathless.

"Speaking of which...... Boss, is that okay?"

With a sigh of relief, Sloss rested his feet on the table. Grab the bottle and drink the remaining half of the vodka.

"Invest in the idols you make...... This kind of thing is very dangerous. ”

Look at the fanatical populace and you will understand. Becoming an idol is never an easy and enjoyable thing.

"It is because of their own powerlessness and the fact that their national pride has been stripped away in this coup d'état, and after losing their 'ridiculous self-esteem', only frustration and inferiority are left, which is why they are so fanatical about pursuing the 'holy maiden'. By substituting frustration and low self-esteem for worship, he convinces himself to accept the sophistry of 'not that the way of survival is inferior to her, but that he hopes she is better than anyone else', and becomes the new pillar of the heart. But this kind of relationship is difficult for out-and-out strongmen. Just now, when the young master wanted to pick up the remains of the assault gun members, didn't someone stop them? They really hated the enemy who launched the terrorist attack, but this was only part of the reason. But isn't a holy girl who 'doesn't think it' scared them more than a cruel enemy?"

Hopefully the hero can be such a person.

Always have a demand for heroes.

People and things are not allowed to have any impact on idols and their lives.

It must not be tolerated that he or she is no longer his or her idol.

The hero-hungry masses have such a demanding side.

"Isn't this very similar to how you raised Roland?' 'Roland can only be such a person', 'his life can only go according to this trajectory' - although the ends are different and the scale of the means cannot be compared, you really do it like a human when it comes to imposing your own ideas on a certain object. ”

"And what are you going to do? Sloth. ”

With a nonchalant smile, Li Lin knocked on the table and asked.

"Are you desireless for Roland?"

"How could it be. I'm also one of the Seven Original Sins, and when I'm not doing my job, I'll try to satisfy my instincts. Of course, if you allow it......"

"Then I'll give you this chance. ”

Accompanied by Shen Yun, unexpected words resounded through the room.

"'That thing' is still some time before it arrives at the scheduled stage, and you have about 15 minutes when you count the retreat redundancy. On the premise of not liberating the second form, try to level Roland. If you fail or get away with it...... Walgrevo would be glad to have someone to share his happiness with. ”

The volume in the communication interface suddenly increased, and the sound of violent wheezing, the sound of water, the sound of objects wriggling, and a series of mysterious sounds of "Ya Yan Butterfly", "Modo", "Pressure Big", "Soukouwa Damai Da", and "Yiku" poured in.

“...... Sexual turn. How many times have you done this kind of thing, and why are you so skilled?!"

After complaining loudly in the face of the blackened screen, Sloth's face once again appeared with a lewd smile, squinting his eyes and casting his gaze out the window, as if watching through the towering walls and distances as if watching the riding that was coming towards him.

"15 minutes...... Anyway, the fantasy of the hero and the dream of the holy maiden, let me crush it. (To be continued.) )