In less than three seconds, the attackers spotted and identified the high-speed moving Kinkaram, and confirmed the identity of the uninvited guest through the eye of the demon egret, and Colonel Guy L. Chambull sneered.

They also did a lot of homework before the war, and the situation in front of them was also the one that was predicted to happen in the deduction, and although the probability was not high, it was still within the range of prediction.

(Single-handedly dared to go straight to the soon-to-be-launched multi-phase three-dimensional magic array, that young master and His Royal Highness the princess were indeed extremely courageous.) ）

La Chamble secretly admired it, and then shook his head slightly.

War is no longer a primitive form in which victory or defeat can be decided by individual bravery alone, no matter how bold and courageous you are, there are limits that cannot be crossed and things that you are powerless to change.

"Please ask Your Highness to make sacrifices for the restoration of the royal road!"

Silently muttering to himself, the commander of the special assault team nodded to the adjutant beside him, and the communications non-commissioned officers repeated the command of "sortie" aloud to the gem.

Under the Cassandra Bridge, a whole line of large winged rockets lay quietly on the launch track, the steel forest pointing to the sky exuded an ominous aura, and young faces burrowed into the cockpit of the missile body with neat hands and feet, and rushed to the other side of the sky in a piercing scream and dazzling flames.

Tears of excitement overflowed from his eyes as he watched the magnificent scenery of the fire bolts breaking through the sky, and then shifted his eyes to the young men waiting to attack, the slogans "Jade Shattered Chengren", "God Bless My King", and "Pioneer of Special Attack" painted on the remaining bullets, as well as the conspicuous cherry blossom markings.

After many defeats with the consortium, the Army deeply realized. It is quite difficult to gain the upper hand in an armed conflict with a consortium with the existing equipment, and it is easy to be "choked by the neck", and there is no way out in the long run. After learning the hard way, weapons researchers turned their attention to the research and application of new magic methods and the development of various "special attack weapons".

At an armaments inspection meeting, Major General De Aster de la Vizhri, who was in charge of the deployment of combat readiness materials and the development of new weapons, put forward the so-called "unexpected rocket impact plan" and put forward the idea that "it is necessary to carry out a mortal and nirvana combat mode" and called for the development of suicide weapons and the use of flesh-and-blood "flesh bullets" to fight the rain of bullets. Under his direct propulsion, the Army gave the green light to develop a rocket attack aircraft, after a series of failures. In less than three months, the "Special Attack Rocket for the Decisive Battle" was successfully launched.

The title sounds intimidating. But peel back the jumble of scaremongering words and reveal that "Sakura" is essentially a manned missile, or rocket-powered suicide plane. This special attack rocket is an enlarged and winged version of the Congreve rocket, and the "Sakura" is 6.06 meters long. Wingspan 5.12 meters. There are only ailerons for lateral maneuvering on the wings. Without flaps (with the exception of trainers), the H-shaped tail has a double vertical tail, which avoids interference from the fuselage rear stream. Since there is no need to think about landing and returning home. As a result, the landing gear, self-defense weapons, and escape equipment were naturally omitted, and the cockpit was not only cramped, but also moved above the tail in order to increase the warhead as much as possible. The nose warhead was generously stuffed with an 800-kilogram charge, which, together with the propellant in the middle of the fuselage, gave the explosive power equivalent to 1 ton of gunpowder. In addition to the huge power, because it is manned, and the human brain acts as the seeker of this rocket-booster bomb, the "self-seeking" problem that Dr. Braun, a rocket expert in the Defense Forces, has been unable to solve, has also been "overcome".

Because the propellant is black powder, the maximum range of the "Sakura" is only a pitiful 3 kilometers, and the maximum flight speed is 500 kilometers per hour.

"Show me, Charlemagne's heroic fighting posture ......!!"

Ra Chamble clenched his fists so hard that he didn't realize that his nails were piercing his skin and blood was dripping down his fingers.

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Roland thinks he is well-informed, but he has never heard of such a thing as guided rockets, in fact, it is not only him, the whole world knows about the defense force Peneminde field and the various real projects in it, and the whole world adds up to no more than 10 people. And he wasn't one of them, so he couldn't help but be taken aback when a large number of rockets appeared in front of him.

In his mind, a rocket is a weapon that visually identifies the target, sets up a launch trajectory, and flies along a set trajectory, which can be said to be an evolutionary form of a catapult. Although its power is great, the flight trajectory is quite simple, as long as you pay attention to the wind direction and trajectory, and your own mobility is not too bad, it is not difficult to dodge.

The rocket can be enlarged, and the threat level is completely different if it can be equipped with wings that can be used to control the direction of the rocket and a human brain seeker that is not afraid of death.

He did not know the specific performance parameters of the "Sakura", judging by the size and flight speed of the opponent, at least a charge of more than 500 kilograms, plus the kinetic energy of high-speed flight, one or two hits were enough to sink or severely damage a large battleship. As for mobility...... It's a little worse than the fireball with the addition of "Magic Bullet", but it still has the ability to correct the trajectory on its own.

"Why ......!"

Words of resentment burst out from his clenched teeth.

"Why do you want to make such a thing! It's because there are people like you everywhere that everyone has no way out!!"

The people who designed the suicide weapons, the people who volunteered to ride the stuff — all of them were crazy. There is no dishonor, let alone reason, in their actions, and they are outright insane. Turn yourself into a bomb and involve all the qiē around you in ruin, just to satisfy your own resentment.

Savage and cruel, this is the characteristic of an extremist, and whenever he fights against such an uncommunicable person, anxiety and anger are like boiling, constantly churning from the bottom of his heart.

But now there is no spare time for him to vent.

The energy of 1 ton of black powder is not painful for the defense of the Golden Kalam, but the flight speed of the "Sakura" at 500 kilometers per hour and the speed of 965 kilometers per hour on the Golden Karam itself can be added together, and the kinetic energy generated during the impact can be fatal. Despite all the shock-absorbing and cushioning treatments in the car, Roland was not confident that he would survive such an epic car accident. Not to mention Minerva. As he concentrated on searching for the stall where the core of the three-dimensional magic array was formed, this group of guys had come at an inopportune time.

"Minerva!"

Ignoring the etiquette, Roland yelled, and a hesitant response of "huh?" came from the rear, and he continued to roar:

"Disrupt their sight with this!

This time, "please" was used, but the tone and command were the same. Before Minerva could react, the small box behind him was opened, and a robotic arm assembled the 40mm runner-type grenade launcher in a folded state and sent it to Minerva's eyes.

"What is this ......?"

Minerva was stunned by the metal block that was very different from the style of the firearm in service, knowing that it might be a firearm. But I don't know what to do.

"Open the insurance with the red marking. Raise your gun to the top and in front and fire. It's simple!"

"Where's the simplicity?"

The center of gravity suddenly tilted to the right, and a pale yellow iron block near the background of the valley flashed, and the field of vision was immediately filled with bursts of white light. It's still in the middle of a panic. Roland's angry scolding came from the front.

"These big bastards, ahh!!!!h

Intense anger is transmitted along the sympathetic circuit. The powerlessness and heartache in the young man's heart really echoed in Minerva's heart, and the reason for such anger was also sent.

The Army's bombs, flowering bombs, and blasting shells are all activated using timed fuses – fuses that are set for as long as they need to be set for a certain period of time – and they have not yet developed reliable bump fuses and proximity induction fuses. Instead. It is a magic technique that uses the implanted projectile body, and a special observer controls the timing of the detonation to achieve the best damage effect.

In other words—

Even if Roland dodges the suicide rocket, they have no chance of survival.

They are no longer considered human, the people who designed the rockets, the people who used them, and the people who gave the orders, none of them took life in their eyes.

This kind of thing, this kind of thing...... Outrageous!!

The anger that was approaching the boiling point made Minerva feel a little frightened and confused at the same time.

It's just that the person who wants to take his own life is dead, but he sees the death of someone he doesn't know, and he survives by avoiding suicide weapons, what reason does he have to sympathize with those enemies who are like consumables?

Isn't it what a "warrior", "warrior", or "strong" should do to slay down the enemy in front of you, step over the corpse of the enemy, and continue to move forward with determination and unwaveringness?

However, Roland was furious.

It is outrageous to conclude that the unilateral treatment of human beings as consumables and numbers is unreasonable. It's clear that the people who die are the ones who want to take his life, and it's a simple phenomenon that is no different from an accident, but they are angry about the death that they take for granted?

It's incredible.

Even if I know some of the reasons, I still can't understand them.

In less than a second, lightning flashed through these thoughts, and then—

Minerva saw it.

Maybe it's a hallucination, maybe it's an illusion, and the moment the white horse passes through the gap, she and the pilot of the suicide rocket look at each other.

——！！

Too young to even be called a teenager, the age is similar to Charles, the immature face full of tears and snot is mixed with despair and resentment, the brown eyes reflect the stunned self, and the trembling thin lips bend into an ugly smile, one by one.

A flash of white flooded the boy's face, and a little later, the scorching heat of the eruption hit the barrier, and he felt as if he were in a small boat at the center of the storm.

Roland seemed to be roaring again, and the vibrations of the body showed no signs of abating, but these were no longer beyond Minerva's reach.

Mom, I did—

Not with lip reading, but with a sense of longing—like the wind, like light, blowing through my body at the moment of the explosion, ringing directly in my head.

What is this-

I vaguely heard Roland's cry of "don't look at it, it will leave a trauma on the soul", and instinctively kept sounding the alarm, but no matter what, he couldn't get rid of the crying and laughing voice.

Mom, I did—

I hit the consortium -

I defeated the princess who curry favor with the consortium—

Dad, Mommy, where are you—

Hurry up;

Hurry up;

Hurry up and praise me, say I'm doing a good job, ahhhh

"Ahhhhh!!!!!h

Inability to distinguish between self and others. The soul tainted with despair and madness seemed to be torn apart, and the pain even spread to the flesh, as if the whole body was about to be torn in half.

No more.

It's painful.

It's going to die.

Who's going to save me.

Who's coming—

"Minerva!!"

A thunderclap call sounded, and a slightly glowing warmth enveloped the body, what was that? What was that rainbow-warm phosphorescent light? The question that flashed through his head was melted by the heat that resonated inside his body, and he was about to be engulfed in darkness and regained his vision.

"That's ...... What?"

Holding down her still sore forehead, the girl groaned.

It's like an illusion, but the fear and pain are really left on the body, and in an instant, they overlap and resonate with the thoughts of others.

"What the hell is this ......"

"Cheer me up!"

The shouts of all her strength rushed into her ears again, and Minerva subconsciously straightened her back. It was only then that she came to her senses. The Kim Kalam was found emitting red phosphorescence.

"Don't look at that stuff, don't ask questions, and then there's time to regret and ask questions, now-"

Roland held his head high. Shout resolutely.

"Stop the damn thing!!"

The girl's body shook. Then look at the special attack rockets that are adjusting their direction and gathering in this direction. The defensive technique also ended the silence, and with the special power rocket, the barrage was opened, and fireballs and thunder swept around one after another. A string of dazzling sparks erupted from the barrier, and the black smoke of the rocket explosion and the light of the lightning fireball burst intertwined.

Some of the "Sakura" failed to hit the target and turned around to start a second impact, at which time a new wave of "Sakura" was launched on the ground, and the wake of the special attack rocket depicted a huge fan, reminiscent of the grandeur of a fireworks display.

Front, back, left and right, a deadly encirclement network without any gaps.

Minerva endured the gastric juice that was about to rush out of her throat, gritted her teeth, and according to Roland, opened the safe, aimed, and fired—

The detached grenade flew through the gaps in the barrier, then exploded overhead with flashes and loud noises, and thick white smoke quickly spread out in all directions.

Before she had time to savor the sensation of firing a gun on the battlefield for the first time in her life, and before she had time to admire and play with this novel toy, Minerva threw a barrage of smoke bombs one after another overhead and in front of her, and in the blink of an eye, the sky over the Cassandra Bridge was covered in thick smoke.

The defensive technique that was originally dense with firepower was blinded at once, and the speed and density of the attack became scattered. The "Sakura" swayed and flew out of the smoke, and then lost power and glided to the ground, and it is incredible that none of them exploded and none of them crashed.

The mage officers who were staring at the battlefield had no curiosity to take their toll, and they manipulated the demons to search for targets, but either of them was powerless against the smoke. The eyes of birds, the heat sensing of snakes, the sounds of bats could not penetrate the fog.

"Activate the 'Formless Wind God' immediately! Launch the rest of the 'Sakura' as well!"

La Shambull threw a fist on the table, the mask of passion shattered, and his irascible and gloomy true face froze his subordinates in place, unable to move, only to hear him shout in a cannibalistic tone:

"What are you doing there?!It doesn't matter if it's not in a complete state, it's enough to destroy that train anyway, tell them to do it!!"

It was too late to do anything more - there was no basis for it, and the intuition of the soldiers shouted, and the frightened communication non-commissioned officers finally came to their senses, and before they could start fiddling with the communication gems and giving orders, the magicians who controlled the magic screamed.

"Your Excellency, the target has appeared!It rushed towards the three-dimensional magic array!!"

"What !!"

Connected to the empathetic circuit, the colonel was just in time to witness the wonderful scene of the Kim Kalam rushing into the "formless wind god", and his originally red face instantly turned extremely pale, and then he screamed like a madman.

"Start now!!——!!!

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Empty world.

The hatred of the consortium, the repetition of the same speeches, and the common life - based on the empathy extracted from these, combined with the use of drugs and hypnotic suggestion, is the common consciousness space that Roland and the others find themselves in at the moment.

A pure spiritual world that uses hundreds of normalized human consciousness as parts and is connected by magic arrays. Although it is meaningless to describe the appearance of the conscious world in terms of actual vision. But if you have to give an example, the one that most resembles this place is the Gobi Desert. Desolation, dead silence, and emptiness, the mere presence of it can be crushed by the fear of loneliness.

The magician on standby and the child in charge of the calculation are in a state of meditation that seems to wake up like a dream, and their thoughts and feelings are temporarily frozen. But once the operation is activated, all thoughts are forced to turn into a blank paper, and turn into the activation power of the "formless wind god", and the desert will become completely empty in the blink of an eye.

The only way to do it is now!

Roland closed his eyes and began the empathy technique, and his self-consciousness gradually expanded, connecting to a vast network of techniques. Throw yourself into the desert.

The consciousness of splicing together produces a subtle ripple. It then evolved into a surging wave of negation, rushing towards the foreign objects that invaded it with all its might.

In the common consciousness of having no blemish and no room for any color other than blank, Roland's consciousness is undoubtedly a foreign body that needs to be eliminated urgently. The winds of resistance continue to rise. It almost overwhelmed Roland's consciousness.

ruined miè consortium;

kill the princess and the prince;

Resentment kept roaring in my ears. The madness of the mind, which cannot even distinguish between ends and means, seems to be poisonous. I have to render all the qiē as the same as myself before I give up.

(Sorry.) ）

Patiently withstanding the cries of a landslide and tsunami, the boy sent a firm answer.

He couldn't back down, he still had things to do.

Take a deep breath. Roland began to explore all corners of the shared consciousness.

Because the technique as a whole is too large to be integrated into the brain of one or several people, it can only be broken down into paragraphs, which are compressed and stored separately in the consciousness of each practitioner. After receiving the start command, all the paragraphs will be unzipped together and start working, and each paragraph will fit together to form a huge effect like pieces of a puzzle that remembers its position.

At the moment, Roland did not have time to find out all the passages one by one, and even if he destroyed some of them, the other party would most likely have prepared preparatory passages to fill in the gaps in this situation. He had to find the core technique. Only by finding the core, and then connecting all the networks of the core, can the "Honkai" be delivered to the nodes everywhere, which should allow the entire operation to die on its own before it is activated.

Roland explores each consciousness one by one, and at this moment, the mutation is born.

The shared consciousness suddenly vibrates, and the passages of the procedure in a compressed state begin to thaw themselves at the same time.

It was like a large number of green shoots suddenly emerging from the endless sand, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into vines that stretched out in all directions, and a large number of flowers bloomed at the same time—flowers that were a combination of geometric patterns and runes, and the flowers were constantly merging and rewriting, merging into larger, more flowers, and then merging into a huge garden. That scene is unforgettable for a lifetime, and can even make the viewer forget that this is a bewitching poisonous flower that has never been seen in ancient times.

The poisonous flower was too large, and Roland and Minerva were too small, and it was obviously impossible to prevent the catastrophe with a small human force.

The hot and cold air around it began to flow up and down, and after a while, it would grow into a maximum instantaneous wind speed of 120 meters per second - a super tornado with an instant speed of 432 kilometers per second, and the wind speed of the largest known F5 tornado was only 330 kilometers per hour.

And this is just the beginning, and then under the interaction of super tornadoes, large areas will become vacuums, buildings will explode from the inside out, and creatures will die of boiling blood and bursting internal organs before suffocating.

All of them were killed.

"No kidding!!"

Roland roared with all his might, and the Golden Kalam suspended in the center of the spell erupted with colorful phosphorescence, and the light green, bright red, royal blue, and light yellow phosphorescence weaved a thin veil of light curtain to surround the entire three-dimensional magic array.

The flowers of the circuit stopped growing, as if they had been poured hot water, and the common consciousness screamed.

The resistance like the wind seeped through, and the wails and curses of hungry ghosts were endless, but they still could not stop the flowers from freezing and shattering.

With a bang, the huge magic array collapsed under everyone's gaze.

"It's really thrilling. ”

Staring at the seven-colored color, Li Lin said lazily, and the mellow wine swayed with the action of playing with the wine glass.

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The Kinkalam slowly landed on the Cassandra Bridge, and Roland was sweating profusely, short of breath, unable to give a decent answer, lying on the handlebars and gasping for breath. In contrast to him, Minerva was still in a state of absence. The appearance is inevitably a little wolf bèi and ignorant, but it maintains a basic demeanor.

Take a deep breath and exhale the empty exhaust fumes.

"We ...... Succeeded?"

Obviously, the purpose of the action is to "remove the 'formless wind god'", but after actually doing this, it is impossible to immediately create a sense of reality.

Of course, in this regard, most onlookers are the same. Only a very small number of people who know the inside story can face this situation calmly.

It will take a while for all kinds of emotions to occur, and then people will remember the matters that should be arrested and contacted, but these have nothing to do with Roland.

My consciousness is a little blurry, and I feel very tired when I think. Mental fatigue even feeds back to the body.

And that's a matter of course.

Fight against the common consciousness of hundreds of people connected by themselves. Do something that is beyond common sense. The price to pay is just mental fatigue, which is already quite a good deal.

As his groggy consciousness slipped into sleep, a soft handkerchief rested on Roland's forehead.

"You get a cold when you sleep here. ”

Like the voice of a sister comforting her brother, Roland opened his eyelids with difficulty. Minerva, who was wiping his sweat, came into view.

"Ah...... Thank you. ”

Roland struggled to squeeze out a smile. Although it is not very pleasant to be shaken back and forth by the head. At the moment, he didn't even bother to move a finger, and he could only let Minerva fiddle with it.

It may be that he is too focused, or it may be that he finally calms down after the war. Neither of them noticed, not far from them. There was a "Sakura" special attack rocket that made a successful forced landing.

The canopy slid open, and a girl flipped out of it, stepping forward in despair, falling to the muddy ground with her feet in the air.

Gritting her teeth, the girl stood up with her hands covered in mud.

There was a thud, and a black orb fell to the ground.

It's a bomb. The girl had brought it with her to increase the power of the explosion, and a total of 5 were sewn into her clothes, and now the clothes thread was opened, and the bomb fell out of it. The girl picked up the bomb and hugged it tightly.

The people I want to protect, the people who can protect me, are gone.

If you want to be "liberated" from this cruel world, you can only sacrifice your life for the "holy war".

The girl looked around with wide eyes. There must be something that can be destroyed, there must be an object of "jihad", and that thing must be found!

The red eyes reflected the young girls snuggled together on the bridge, and a sad smile crept up their faces.

"Goo...... Hahaha!"

A chilling laugh overflowed from her mouth, and the girl ran silently.

Several times she almost fell, and the mud was splashed under her feet, and the girl ran with all her strength holding a bomb.

The other party did not move.

With a single thought, fireballs and icicles can nail her to the ground. But they did not see the imminent danger and stood quietly as if enjoying a moment of peace after the war.

But this kind of thing has nothing to do with girls.

"Ahh

She shouted and lit the fuse of the bomb.

In fact, as long as one bomb is lit, the other bombs will explode due to the chain reaction, but she has no time to think about it.

"Daddy and Mom's killers!

She screamed, and rushed at the boy and girl with all her might.

（...... Huh?)

The young man, who had been lying on his stomach, turned his face sideways to look at her.

The amethyst-clear eyes were full of surprise, and his mouth seemed to be saying something.

"Ahh

But she couldn't stop, and she couldn't stop.

The little questions that spring up from the bottom of my heart are too insignificant in the face of a life that has been trampled on and can only find relief.

The bomb in her arms snorted, and the girl clung to the bomb as if she was protecting her life.

The purple-eyed boy moved.

He stretched out his hand towards himself, and his mouth seemed to be chanting a mantra,

What is he going to do?

The question flashed, and the girl who turned into a bomb rushed towards the anxious teenager with all her might. White light flew, snow and frost blew on the girl's body, and 3 fuses were extinguished.

"It's—"

Can't stop it. The two fuses that clung to her chest were about to burn to the end, and the girl rushed to Roland with a shout.

"Divine punishment!"

There was a boom, and the flash slashed.

The flash of self-explosion and fire were like thunderbolts in the sky, erasing the figures of the three people in the blink of an eye, leaving only a piece of charred black and a faint bright red that represented the disappearance of life.

Other than that, nothing was left, not at all. (To be continued......)