One ride is a thousand, and one enemy is a hundred. This kind of thing is not uncommon in history, and it is not uncommon for warriors to speak boldly against enemy forces with absolute numerical superiority, and there is no shortage of women among the many majestic and tall figures.

But that's it.

Among the many heroes is not a single unarmed, weak-looking woman who declares "I'm going to kill you all" in a prey-like tone to a group of killing machines.

From ancient times to the present, there is only one case at this moment.

It's crazy, it's too unrealistic, to even treat it as something other than a joke. People can't think of anything other than to laugh it off.

The parties at the scene could not take these words as a prank or a joke.

In the face of the mysterious woman who stopped in front of them, the guards were on the highest level of alert physically and mentally, and their indifferent expressions could not hide the determination to die and the fear that came from the depths of their souls.

It's as if it's not a charming and graceful woman in front of you, but a confrontation with some huge monster. Even if you set up a sword and wand, even if you put on a priesthood robe, the monster on the opposite side can shatter them with a simple movement.

It's not a metaphor, it's just a truthful statement of the situation.

On the other side is a real monster.

Resisting or pleading, it means nothing to him.

As if he understood the cruel status quo, and as if he had given up on himself, the old man roared.

"Farce? You say it's farce? What qualifications do you have to say such things? Just because of you, a puppet doll who can't do anything without someone to command?!!

The roar that could almost be called an explosion echoed through the tunnel, bearing the monstrous anger and rebuke of the old man head-on, and the bewitching figure did not move, and the ruby inorganic eyes reflected the angry old face.

"A puppet without self-will, a blade used by God to eradicate dissent - how are you different from us?! You're just a consumable that you throw away after you've used it. Someday, someday, you'll be trampled under the feet of a new replacement, and you'll be kicked away like a ......!!!rag that runs out."

The flushed face continued to spew curses and resentment, perhaps because every word in the words came from the heart, or perhaps it was the confession of the heart after stripping off all pretense in the face of death. There is a power in the words that makes people have to face those cruel feelings, and people in similar positions can't escape the bloody words.

Will his future be like this? What will he face when he is considered to be no longer needed? Will he become the person he is today when he has someone who can replace him?

As long as you are a human being, a person with an independent consciousness, there is no way not to think about these problems, and it is difficult not to be shaken by them.

However, standing in front of them is a very different human being.

“...... So what?"

The cold words like poisonous snakes took advantage of the old man's wheezing space and burrowed into people's ears.

"Waste that doesn't come in handy, silverfish that dig at the foot of the wall, garbage that can't even do what they can't explain, and mourning dogs that are kicked away by their owners - these 'garbage that is not needed' are disposed of, and it is a matter of course. ”

One sentence extinguished the Pope's unfinished complaints.

No way.

There is no way to communicate at all.

The perspectives and values of the two sides are too far apart.

Those words may impress humans who also have a unique self, but they will never impress the bloody blades that have been polished on the battlefield.

For human beings, each person is irreplaceable and unique;

Nothing is irreplaceable when it comes to weapons;

Before the Pope could recover from the frustration of failed communication, an unexpected blow struck.

"What about the Holy Maiden?"

"Who knows, we are acting separately. Maybe it's out of the encirclement. ”

The cold red pupils glanced at the men who pretended to be calm, and a sneer like a trance gasp overflowed from the hideous smile.

"Your level of inventing lies is as bad as your sense of humor, don't you think you've got to this point, and you have any secrets that I don't know?"

Originally, the two sides were not at the same level in intelligence warfare, and all kinds of secrets of the Church were leaked to Alfheim through moles and pipelines, and even the highly technical secrets such as the priesthood were clearly grasped by the defense forces, so it can be said that the Church had already been completely defeated in the intelligence war. After the "Legion" appeared and incorporated the brains of the church technicians and personnel in charge of confidential matters into the tactical data link, the left, most core and most dangerous secrets of the church were also exposed to Li Lin.

Although the Church had kept the relevant information almost pathologically secret, and the information obtained from those brains was only a fragment of a few words, it was enough for Li Lin to paint a general picture of the Church's top secret.

The earliest breakthrough was an archivist.

The appearance of this young recorder on the battlefield is a strange thing in itself, if it is excusable to let technicians go to the battlefield in order to ensure the stable operation of equipment such as priesthood clothes, let a powerless recorder go to the battlefield, and also equip him with extraordinary guards by his side, it is obviously not to see him unhappy and let him go to the battlefield to die.

"After a little effort, the person's brain was obtained, and his memories were explored and analyzed, and it was found that what the person recorded was neither the history of the war, nor the accounts of the input and output of materials. The ...... kept in his head How do I say it? If I have to say it, it's a medical record. ”

The enchantress's smile deepened, and in contrast, beads of sweat continued to pour from the Pope's wrinkled forehead.

Like a blooming flower, the sweet and deadly sound vibrates the Pope's eardrums.

"It is a medical record of a female member of a particular family, and its origins can be traced back to a conjecture triggered by the troubles, confusion and ambition of a certain outstanding woman five hundred years ago, and then a series of experiments and arguments have been sparked. Thanks to this medical record, a long-neglected question has finally been answered: 'Why have the twin sisters Lady Giel and Sister Diana never appeared together in the world, let alone in public, even in private gatherings, they never appeared on the same stage'. The answer is actually very simple, they are twins, and they are not twins at the same time. They are two people who live in one body, the passage prepared by the Church, the spiral bridge of contradiction carefully forged from the world on which we stand to the end and the beginning of everything, in order to break through the barriers erected by the Lord. ”

The moment the words fell, the old man, who had been standing still like a rock under the pressure, took a step back, and his pale and flabby facial muscles trembled violently.