National Academy of Magic.

The most people's imagination of Charlemagne's supreme magician training institution is: the children of nobles dressed in gold and silver, the highly learned scholars, the towering magician's tower, the large open lawn, and the artificial lake where boating can be ...... All in all a place like a resort.

Most of this imagination stems from the rumors that the school "gilded the children of the nobility", and some parts of it are true, but most people forget or do not know that the original intention of the school was to establish a military academy to provide all kinds of talents for the front. Cultivating students' aristocratic temperament, providing a social place for aristocratic children, and establishing contacts or something is just a side hustle. After a long period of peace, the school became a bit of an aristocratic training center.

However, no matter how much it has changed, the original functions and ideas have long been infiltrated into all corners of the school, and it can still be seen through the architectural structure what kind of ideas Charlemagne's high-rise had in mind to build this school.

From the outside, no one would believe that the building in front of them was the legendary "resort", and that it would be a prison or a fortress. The octagonal fortress, the sturdy façade, and the moat that surrounds the school—they all look like those two places. In addition to the recent renovation project, gun emplacements, ramps, ammunition storage depots, anti-artillery holes and other facilities have been added, and on the basis of the original artillery establishment, a meteorological team, a calculation team, a communication team, a ballistic survey team, and a projectile impact observation team have been newly organized, and a firing table (a table that records the firing angle and charge of the shells when fired at different distances) has become more and more like a fortress. In the face of such a military stronghold, if there is no sufficient fire support, it is impossible to take it by relying only on the frontal attack of ordinary light infantry, even if the defense army comes.

Now on the gun emplacements of the fortress, the muzzles of the black holes are pointed high at the sky. In the dim sunlight, the 37mm rapid-fire gun emitted a chilling chill. Commando soldiers in combat uniforms armed with assault rifles are guarding the perimeter, and the communication antennas on the watchtower are constantly receiving and sending radio waves.

The school was already completely under the suppression of the defense forces, and in the face of the mysterious soldiers who "suddenly appeared", the school's security force was powerless to fight back, and was suppressed in the blink of an eye. Teachers, students, and ordinary staff who had been shielded from the power of magic by the interference particles were imprisoned in several areas. The school became the battlefield information processing center for the Defence Forces during the coup d'état. All kinds of information are exchanged and relayed here, so that the base camp can know the situation in Lüdes very well.

- If those cannons were used, it would be more perfect to launch suppressive fire on urban areas.

From the intelligence staff officer down to Captain Joachim Maybach, the generals of the Defence Force who occupied the academy thought with regret.

But they can only think that no one will really target Lüders. The purpose of this operation is not to occupy Lüdes, but to cause a change in the tide of the situation is the fundamental purpose, if anyone dares to disobey the order, learn from Charlemagne's army to "slide your hand". The gendarmerie and the military court would be happy to invite him to talk. Look at the penal camp that is still short of stone-throwers, and if it is found that this man is deliberately defying the Supreme Archon, the crematorium will bear witness to the end of such a fanatic.

In addition to military discipline, there is another reason why they cannot act recklessly.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel. ”

"Huh?"

"Please eat as soon as possible. ”

"Oh. ”

"If you don't eat it again, you'll hatch chicks again like last time. ”

"Hmm. ”

Corporal Lesik, an orderly, looked at the hard-boiled egg in the cup in front of him, and then at the bald head in front of him, which was similar to the egg, and a strong urge to snatch the submachine gun from the guard, kill the bastard in front of him, and then shoot himself in the mouth, was rushing from the soles of his feet to his head. Then from the head back to the soles of the feet.

After silently reciting "Impulse is the devil", the corporal again looked at the egg silently. It is estimated that in a few moments, the young man with a sad face will be able to witness the moment when the chick breaks out of the shell.

Since Li Lin came to power, obsessive-compulsive disorder has become a common problem among elves. For example, if you arrive a few minutes early, you have to stand at the door for a few minutes and knock on the door when you arrive, and go to a coffee shop to have a coffee and use a stopwatch to time it, just like a military canteen.

Punctuality, rigor, conscientiousness to the point of being almost rigid - let this group of obsessive-compulsive people who are more accurate than machines accompany a person who has no sense of time. It's so lazy that it's too troublesome to die, it's really hard for them. However, it seems unrealistic to expect Sloth, who is the lazy of the Seven Original Sins, to be as diligent as the elves.

- Why are we assigned to such tasks?

As Captain Maybach looked at the orderly with a mixed look of pity and sympathy, the commander's distinctive voice, a little weak, sounded.

"Captain, what kind of person do you think the owner of this is? What kind of life do you live?"

"I don't know, Your Excellency. ”

The categorical answer, the standard response format of an exemplary soldier, also raises suspicions that the intelligence staff officer is expressing his displeasure in such a particular way. But just one glance at what Sloth had in his hand and his suspicions would vanish.

Sloth was fiddling with a test tube, dark red liquid swaying back and forth in the glassware with the movement of his wrist.

It's blood.

Only an expert in the field of biology or medicine can see what can be seen through a tube of blood, and "I don't know" is the most correct answer to a military Captain Maybach.

"Researchers often guess what kind of person the provider is based on the parameters of the blood sample, and some of them can guess the age or physique of the provider, the disease or old injury, the location of the lesion, the effect of the drug, etc., and even more, they can know what the provider looks like just by observing the sample without touching the subject and the photo. ”

- So what?

The posture of standing with his hands behind his back and his solemn expression did not change, and Maybach silently complained in his heart.

"The so-called 'integration builders' who can do this?"

"Integration Builder?"

Ruminating unfamiliar words, Maybach looked intrigued, and passed the time with the chief's speech.

"Excuse me...... What the hell is that 'integration builder' ......"

"That's not an academic term, there's no clear theory, it's just a 'concept of possibility'. ”

The first use of this term was in the afterword of an entertainment novel.

The author is responsible for the serialization of many magazines and newspapers, in order to avoid confusion of the work in a tight schedule. Check whether the end of the previous chapter and the beginning of the new chapter can be connected and whether there are any errors. The editors carry out strict checks to prevent incoherence in the characters, plots, dialogues, etc.

In the process, some editors try to find discrepancies between chapters that should not be described in the article itself. In the face of the editor's accusations, the author himself will feel "I see".

It's not just the text itself that is being edited. Even the author's own information is included for comparison. "What was the author's mental state when he wrote last time?" and "What words and deeds did he or she did during the writing process?" – take this information into account to guess what the author wanted to write at that time.

"It's not superpowers, it's actually the author's nomenclature for 'someone who knows him very well'. ”

In other words. Does this mean that a person with the ability to integrate is a person who deduces the correct answer not from the information itself, but from the environment in which it was generated?"

"The 'guess the right answer' part isn't quite accurate. ”

Sloss stared up at the tube of blood, a sneer sneering on the corner of his mouth.

"Speculation is based on theoretical rules and applying them to find out. The Integrator is built by feeling, purely by feeling delicately and keenly 'in the world. What is the normal subject of intelligence\'...... Probably, something like this. ”

The interface projected in the air flashed, and the girl buried in the document appeared in front of the officers.

"This is ......"

"Lovely Miss Vinia, the most inconspicuous of the girls around Roland, few people have noticed that she is in fact a great builder of unity who can feel any word or mark in the form of musical notes. Ever since she had deliberately placed the girls under house arrest in the filing room, Miss Vinia had sorted out the 'deliberately overloaded orders' and 'vague drawings' from the piles of papers. ”

The so-called "deliberately overcrowding orders" refer to forged orders in the form of "flooding" orders, in which guns and armored vehicles are disassembled and transported to Lüders in the name of parts and then assembled, and there is no problem on the books. "Ambiguous drawings" are the engineering drawings of the re-planning of Lüdes. On the surface, there is nothing wrong with it, but in fact it is a forged blueprint used to cover up the secret passage for the entry and exit of the equipment of the Defence Forces.

Both of the above have been repeatedly audited and verified. Needless to say, it is difficult to detect problems even when professionals lack the ability to integrate information. Coupled with a large number of boring and ordinary documents, it is almost impossible to weed out problematic orders and drawings, and then deduce the correct information from carefully disguised false information.

However, a scene that surprised Captain Maybach was real. In a childish minor. The quill followed the lines of the fake drawings and sketched on a blank sheet of paper a diagram of the underpass route that could not be known to the girl.

"How is this possible...... There are no academic guarantees, no theoretical basis, just an instinct to hum ......!"

The intelligence staff officer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and as one of the few officers in this operation who knew the whole picture of the underpass, he could tell how accurate Venia's drawings were.

Trembling voices, trembling hands. It's enough to prove how accurate that crooked sketch is.

"Is she a 'musical genius'?"

"Quite the opposite. The intuition of choosing the most suitable and 'most likely' in this world is actually a kind of sensibility to 'choose the most commonplace'. You know, most people have the sensibility to recognize 'commonplace things', but basically there is a discrepancy between the average and the 'average'. Exactly in line with the world average, this kind of sensibility is very rare. Those who possess this ability must be the 'ultimate mortal'. ”

"Your Excellency, I request that the girl be disposed of immediately, at the very least, in solitary confinement, and that she never be allowed to access those documents again. ”

Captain Maybach, who came to his senses, hit his heel and said with a blank face.

If it weren't for Sloth, he would have rushed over and shot Venia himself. True talents, whether "ultimate mortals" or "rare geniuses", must be eliminated at all costs if they cannot be used for themselves. There is no such thing as a laissez-faire option, let alone a laissez-faire alternative. The reputation of killing women and children is vile, but it is nothing compared to the threat it may pose.

"Captain. Do you want to disobey the orders of the highest and question the decisions of the consuls?"

"How dare my subordinates! But ......"

"No, but. The Lord's command is absolute. We just have to follow it. Since the order is 'take in the students and teachers and take on Roland Dalk', we just have to do it, and the tricks will not turn into opportunities for promotion, let alone prolong life." ”

Leaving the dumbfounded Captain Maybach behind, Sloth played with the test tube again. The sluggish and lazy expression seemed as if the astonishing speech that almost frightened his subordinates to death had never existed.

- Come on, Roland Darker. If it were you, it wouldn't make me feel too bored.

Underneath his lazy expression, a voice hissed in Sloth's body.

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It was a scene that was enough to make people's blood boil, and it was also an extremely amazing scene, and it was a terrifying picture of tyranny.

I couldn't find a variegated pure white unicorn carrying a girl in armor, galloping through the alley with grace and swiftness. Cannonballs continued to fall in all directions, through flames and splatters of shrapnel and rubble, and ugly steel beasts glared into shining eyes. Exuding a real malice, wantonly spilling death and destruction on its heels.

If an artist witnesses this scene, he will immediately wave the pen in his hand and use words and paint to pass on this touching scene to future generations if they can leave a whole corpse.

Anything too heterogeneous will continue to devour everything around them just because it exists there, and the flying steel balls, bullets, and cannonballs will not distinguish who the target is, and it is their only mission to tear apart everything they touch.

"Close-range shotgun, fire!!"

The shotgun launcher on the right side of the hull rises, and a storm of flames swoops the steel balls faster than the sound. A whole barrage smashed through.

The glass cracked, and the masonry spewed out a dull scream. Lime cement flies into the air. In the blink of an eye, the red brick wall had nearly a hundred more potholes, and from a distance it looked like a strange piece of cheese.

The grim sight did not satisfy the perpetrators, as the target they really wanted to kill slowed down the moment it was fired, and the shrapnel storm passed in front of it by a fraction of a second. The silver-white armor didn't even get a trace of smoke and dust, let alone the miserable bleeding that the crew members were expecting.

"Hell, that's it again!"

"It's too early to launch!"

"Can't you just knock her to death?!"

- Not true.

Swallow the complaints of your subordinates. Second Lieutenant Karlius Reinbach silently denied their statements, his eyes fixed through the viewing window on the unicorn and the maiden overtaking again.

The timing of the firing was carefully calculated, there were no problems with the skills of himself and the gunner, and with the coordination of the Griffet crew, it was supposed to be a real hit.

Hit but missed. What's the problem?

"That guy...... Is there no fear?"

The gunner, Sergeant Hans Hoflinger, wiped the soot from his face and muttered with a strong spirit.

It is not easy to hit an equally fast-moving target in a high-speed maneuver, and even with an artillery stabilizer, it can only guarantee a certain degree of hit rate at a certain speed. However, if the target is overwhelmed by fear, becomes sluggish, or stops, it is not difficult to cover the opponent with a barrage.

The girl had not had a single "gap to fire" so far, and there was not a trace of hesitation in her movements, which were as clear as water and as swift as the wind.

Even so, it's too flexible.

In fact, the girl took evasive actions several times in the moments before firing, and that kind of behavior was an action taken by reading the opponent's "murderous aura" and predicting the subsequent action.

“...... Is there a 'new type' among humans?"

Muttering something incomprehensible in a low voice, Karlius raised his voice.

"How many close-range shotguns are there?"

"1 group of directional dispersion type, 1 group of wide area dispersion type. ”

Swallowing a non-existent saliva, Sergeant Hoflinger nervously asked:

"In case these two groups are also mixed with defective products......

Defective products. This is one of the most plausible and probable explanations for the strange phenomenon of the previous shotgun hitting the girl but failing to kill her.

The military products of the elf camp have always been known for their excellent performance and reliable quality, but there are cases of failure in any machinery. It's almost innate, and the difference is only frequency.

Gunpowder, firing device, fuse mechanism, metal structure strength, high-strength use...... There are not many potential possibilities, and it happened at that time. The girl relied on super luck and ran into a bad product in a state of inescapability. Picked up a life.

It must be so. Otherwise, there is no way to explain it...... It's a ridiculous phenomenon.

"Leave that alone. Listen, now we're in the alley on a chase, and this cramped environment is not good for assault guns, but it's impossible for that guy to use the space and rotation radius anymore. On the contrary, drive at high speed in such alleys, if you rub against the walls. The most we can do is drop some paint and damage the headlights. That guy even rubbed it lightly......"

Karlius paused, letting the void of imagination last for a few seconds, and a hideous smile appeared on the faces of his subordinates.

It doesn't take much calculation, the two factors of "80 kilometers per hour" and "flesh and blood" are added together, and the result is that nothing more can be thought up than all kinds of bloody car accident scene images.

Private Russell, a mechanical and electrical officer, quickly flipped through the atlas strapped to his left arm, his gaze wandering along the lines under celluloid for a while, and a sneer crept up the corner of his mouth.

"It's a triple bend ahead. At that hero's current speed, if you hit the wall and fall off the horse, your bones will shatter into slag, right?"

"If that guy has a breath after falling from his horse......"

Left periscope observation hand ****** socket to:

"We gave the lady the rest of the stimulants, one after the other, so that she could experience the horror and regret in the gap between sobriety and excitement. It is then connected to the intelligence center by radio and relayed through the radio system for humans to hear. How their heroes came to an end in their wails. ”

"It's too much trouble. ”

"Yes, but I agree. ”

"I'm in favor of it too. ”

"Me too. ”

A little lewd laughter echoed inside the car. The previous frustration was swept away, and the Carlius crew was once again in high spirits.

The progress of technology and system has made the modern army very different from the old feudal army, but the style of the army that likes to use meat jokes to boost morale has been retained. In an army full of sweat and rough embryos, a boring world without pornographic jokes is unimaginable.

Laughing a few times along with the lively atmosphere, Karlius lowered his voice.

"It's up to you to do what you want after that, but first you have to get rid of each other. ”

Under the cold declaration. Corporal Hanks stepped on the accelerator pedal to the end, and the mana stored in the sky crystal was converted into a raging electric current to push the rotor to rotate wildly, and the surging power was transmitted to the wheels through the telex mechanism, and the wheeled assault gun turned into a giant snake that spit out poisonous flames, opening its bloody mouth and chasing the girl's back.

As indicated on the map. The alley ahead consists of three consecutive curves, and without slowing down, making a sideways turn will produce a large lateral G-force, that is, the inertial force that will press passengers to one side when turning. The wheeled assault gun equipped with three triple safety measures, including independent liquid-gas suspension, seat belts, and airbags, can reduce the impact of lateral G-forces on the crew to within the safety factor. What about the young knight with the saddle, legs, and reins being all the safety measures?

- There is no other possibility, the fall of the horse is the only ending.

Corporal Hanks slammed the steering wheel with his right hand, flicked the electrical switch in his hand with his left hand, and the car body quickly tilted to the left, and more than a dozen tons of steel accelerated sideways, emitting a piercing scream Super Unicorn slid over.

There was no room to dodge, there was a solid wall in front of him, and behind him was a metal monster that was pressed by lightning speed, and the white knight who was fearlessly staring ahead pulled the reins, and the pure white beast responded to the master's intentions and stepped forward with the shoe.

"What——!!!"

The surreal onslaught of senses and the unconnected mind turned into silent screams, and through the periscope and viewing window, the elves watched in amazement as they gracefully posed over the dazzling white of purity. At that moment, time was stretched infinitely, and a second was as long as eternity. The elves, unable to move speech, can only let trembling dominate their bodies, allowing the flowing backs of unicorns and maidens to fill the blank minds.

It wasn't until the left side of the car smashed against the brick wall and the roar and vibration lifted the spell that the Karlius crew reacted. Corporal Hanks slammed the hull back into the middle of the road, and the roar that seemed to tear off even the armor disappeared, still filled with strange silence in the rushing wheeled assault gun. The sound of machinery, heavy gasps, heartbeats that were about to jump out of the chest—remove these. There seems to be nothing else in the world.

After a few long seconds, Private Russell made a dry sound.

"That guy knows the back-to-back corners and knows what tactics we're going to do, that's why he did that. ”

"Probably a nobleman who lives in Lüdes. As an indigenous person, it is completely understandable that we have the same grasp of geographic information as we do. ”

“...... Would a nobleman memorize every street, and know it on a par with a U.S. military map?"

"Who knows. In short, let's think that 'we have the same level of knowledge as we do'. ”

Pushing the liquid into the veins, Karius regained his previous composure.

"In any case, we are still relatively strong in sustained combat capability. But...... The impact may have an adverse effect on the running gear, so we will retreat to the sewer checkpoint for the time being, and the vehicle body will be prepared. The heroic lady was handed over to the infantry squad to be dragged off, and the most important thing at the moment was to ensure the success of the operation. ”

This is not a sacred duel, nor is it a knightly duel in ancient times. In all modern battlefields, where strategic and campaign objectives are the top priority, the guiding principle of action is the realist thinking of "how to accomplish the mission", and it is only right to temporarily withdraw and renovate the machine guns on the roof of the car and the mechanism of the body walking, and replenish ammunition to prepare for the next battle. There is nothing to blame and question.

But—

"Don't let that guy go......"

Corporal Hanks' inconspicuous muttering drew the attention of the rest of the crew, and Karlius's gaze was even more unpleasant and confused.

"That guy must not be spared...... That...... It will only appear in the story, crusading against evil monsters, knights with honest and honest hearts. ”

A knight wearing shining armor, driving a gorgeous war horse, and a clear and resolute heart—

"It's completely different from us...... Looking straight ahead, running in the sun. It's completely different from us who can only enter the outside world with masks!magnificent armor!magnificent mounts!Just like the knights in fairy tales!Brutes!Brutes!!

His hand slapped the steering wheel hard, and tears oozed from the corners of Hanks' eyes. His colleagues did not laugh at him, and no one blamed him.

The world under the sun – for the generation that grew up in Alfheim. It's what you want to achieve.

The shadow country is not a normal country after all, it can only be regarded as an upgraded version of the secret society, and the elves under the rule of Alfheim have the title of "first-class citizens", but they can only be said to be happy in their own homes behind closed doors. When you go to the outside world, you must always disguise yourself as a human being, using a human language and way of life.

That alone was enough to hurt the elves' pride. The Church and the governments of various countries have declared that "the elves are dead", and the attitude of the world gradually forgetting the elves has made them feel inferiority complex called "the people of the dead country" in their hearts.

- Even after the destruction of the homeland, it continues to be tortured and scorned. Now, more than a thousand years later, it is simply completely forgotten, just like something that makes people feel uncomfortable. It is regarded as "completely non-existent". Not even a word remained......

And so it ended.

Not only does it have the authority to start bullying, but even the authority to end it is in the hands of the other party - this is the greatest sorrow and pain of being a "citizen of the country".

So, anyway -

"We can't lose! We can't give it to anyone! Only we can defeat that guy!! No one will have the right to defeat this 'human knight'! No one will allow it!!"

Heavy gasps hung between the crew.

I am afraid that each of them, when experiencing the inferiority complex of the "people who have fallen away", involuntarily curses the war that caused the collapse of the old kingdom, thinking that "if it were me, I would never lose".

Now the human knight of the ancient legend is projected in front of him.

"'Don't let the symbol of the counterattack expand' – it's not just for humanity, it's for ourselves. ”

Holding down the throat intercom, the voice of Karlius with a sense of divine mission ran down the wires.

"In place of the ancestors, defeat that 'knight of the humans' here!"

"Yes, Ja.Wohl!"

Entrusting the hope of victory and the desire for revenge to his own car, the two assault guns began to link again.

Emotions rushed through the veins, but the reason of the Reinbach brothers did not give way to passion, and from the moment they decided to continue the pursuit. They've got a strategy in place.

- I'm sorry, but we're not driving a race car on the track, and this isn't an honest drag racing game.

The spirit resonated, and the cannonball arced and fell straight down the alley.

Unlike before, it is not loaded with anti-infantry air-burst shotguns. Rather, it is a high-explosive grenade, and the landing point is the house in front of the unicorn.

Flames and storms raged, and the erupting pieces of masonry turned into a fatal baptism in front of Roland, who couldn't help but take his breath away when he saw the deadly scene ahead.

(Forward and backward flanking?!)

Fragments of masonry fell like a torrential rain, not to mention being hit directly, and even a few rubs at the current speed were enough to decide life and death.

It was impossible to slow down, and the rear assault guns were eyeing their armor. The masonry storm was nothing more than a light rain. Rubbing off a few pieces of paint as the price of taking out the opponent is no more cost-effective.

There is no way forward, and there are pursuers behind. If you want to pass the test of life and death, you can only fight your way out.

Gritting his teeth, Roland tightened his legs, and the spurs stabbed the unicorn in the abdomen, and the unicorn sped up and rushed into the rain of rubble. The frenzied heart pulls the teenager into a realm where the subjective world is infinitely elongated.

For an instant, Roland was in a world of silence.

Sharpen the nerves to the limit and work at full speed. Without letting go of any changes, the rolling of every brick and the process of falling and impacting every stone can be seen clearly. Carefully guide the mount to dodge. The beast and the maiden flew like thunder, leaping like a swimming fish, and passing through the cracks of a thousand shots. Eventually, a white meteor-like flash of light was left in the atmosphere, passing through the barrage that seemed to anyone to die.

"Hurry up!"

Karlius roared, agreeing that braking to slow down was a fool's errand that would not only allow his opponent to escape. It can also leave the car buried under the rubble for slaughter. The wheeled assault gun at full speed rushed headlong into the rockfall barrage, and as expected, the damage to the vehicle was negligible, despite the tinkling impact. It's just that the resistance of the impact makes the assault gun lose a little speed.

Seizing the fleeting fighter, Roland smashed into the left side of the assault gun.

"What does that guy want to do?!"

"Leave her alone! A sword can't help our armor! Just knock her to the ground!"

Karlius didn't hesitate. The distance is too close, and the mortar may hit the hull, and it will be too late to reload the close-range shotgun. But there is no difficulty in knocking the other party to death. Like he said, what can the tip of the knife be armored?

Before Hanks could adjust the hull, a silver arc of light swept behind the turret, and ****** trembling sound sent a chill through Karyus's heart.

"Left periscope, broken ...... Dilapidation. ”

"What...... What?"

Subconsciously murmured, followed by a roar of higher octaves.

"Cut off the periscope, cut it off, ?!!!!!!!"

"No way!How did she do it?!"

"Change the periscope, move fast! If you drive in this winding alley at this speed......

Karlius was not finished.

Needless to say, the subordinates also know what will happen to high-speed motor vehicles that lose their auxiliary eye.

- You must not lose, you must not lose anything!

Hanks gritted his teeth and dropped the syringe, turning the electric drive output to the brink of burnout, the rotor let out a terrible and furious wail, and the car trembled like a seizure, and the acceleration was almost different from before.

"This time it's from the right, and it's the right scope!!"

This time, Franz screamed as a right periscope observer, and the terrifying treble was reminiscent of the soprano in the opera house, setting off a small wave in the atmosphere of the car that had always been peaceful.

"Turn right immediately and clip her to death!"

"No, keep going, she might be seducing us!"

"Shut up!Rear right turret, close-range shotgun loading!!"

Roaring to calm down the chaotic subordinates, Karlius clenched his fists, sweat squeezing out of his gloves and running down his whitish knuckles to his wrists.

They are not afraid of death, and from the moment they put on this uniform and walk into the barracks, dedication to the country and race has become the highest meaning of life, and they are willing to give everything for it, including their lives.

Hacked to death with a knife, shot by a bullet, burned alive - every soldier of the Wehrmacht has long been aware of this, as the military song sings, at least our faithful chariot will give us a metal grave;

But...... At this moment, the members of the Karlius crew were indeed caught by a devil named "Fear".

The tank is invincible, solid armor, swift mobility, powerful firepower, and any enemy is vulnerable in front of the armored troops of the Defenders.

But now, with just one man, one unicorn, and one sword, not only the remote-controlled machine gun on the roof of the car has been destroyed, but also the metal periscope has been cut off. This is completely beyond the understanding of the elves, it is not like what humans can do, how the hell did she do it?!Could it be that Charlemagne's knights are all monsters?!

"Come on...... It's coming!!"

Hoflinger had just stuffed the tin box into the launcher, and at Franz's screams, the white knight in the periscope was already close at hand.

Roland raised his twin swords high and slashed in a posture, but he didn't immediately slash down. With a crisp crash, the right side of the horizontal blade hit the windowsill of a certain house, both hands flexibly turned the hilt, the long double swords rotated like a windmill along the reaction force and Roland's wrist force, the silver flash swept the back of the armored car again, and the periscope on the right side broke in response.

"Right...... The periscope on the right side is broken!"

All that was left in the car was the sound of inhaling cold air.

Using the protruding windowsill to hit the sword, combined with the force of the rebound, to slash the periscope - it sounds simple, but if you actually see it, you will only think "oh, that's amazing". The elven armorers knew what was behind it.

Superb swordsmanship and horsemanship are nothing, and even the loss of periscopes is still within the tolerance range. The scary thing is that the "human knight" knows "what's in the place" and uses it flexibly.

In this way, every window sill and gate of this alley, brick and tile, is equivalent to her weapon.

"The nobles who live in Rüders are familiar with the environment here" - the "human knight" is far superior to this, and is superior to the military maps of the defense army in terms of intelligence possession and accuracy.

Breathing in the air full of gunsmoke and dust, anger swelled a little in Roland's chest.

His time at Lüdes was not long, and the city, which was always full of laid-back atmosphere, was always a little out of step with him. After being assigned by Li Lin, he did a variety of jobs - debt collection, land acquisition, assistance in demolition, assistance in resettlement, investigation of workers' living conditions...... In the process of being despised, alienated, and thanked, he accumulated more accurate geographical knowledge than military maps.

However, those familiar streets and people were ......

Whether it's Li Lin, the elven camp, the transcendent species, or the world—these things have nothing to do with those ordinary citizens. Words such as "general justice", "this is war" and "this is total war" must not justify indiscriminate attacks.

This is no longer a war, this is just a coup d'état, a terrorist activity.

– This must be ended.

"The periscope has been replaced, but there is nothing left to prepare. If it's cut off again, it's ......."

"That guy is here!"

Amid the screams of his subordinates, the pale-faced Karlius looked back at the approaching unicorn and the girl who raised her sword again, and cold sweat continued to pour out.

The status quo can be described as helpless, although the electrothermochemical cannon can still operate, but the speed of the turret rotation can not keep up with the opponent at all, and fire support is difficult to count on. If there is a momentary gap, at least ...... No way, that monster would never show its flaws.

Suddenly, the girl's stunned expression reflected the retina, and the corners of Karlius's mouth tilted, and a hideous smile appeared.

- "Human Knight", you are only a human after all.

As soon as the trigger was pulled to the end, a flash of light exploded behind the assault gun turret, and the steel balls dragged the flames and smoke towards Roland, who had no cover. (To be continued.) )