It is neither human nor demonic, neither of day, nor of night.

It was God's apostle, God's power, God's punishment on the ignorant and impudent.

Strategy, strength, and even omniscience are only appearances, beautiful because they are pure, powerful because they are simple, and good at strategy because they are consistent.

Siegfried Otto Learin is neither a human nor a monster, but an agent of God, an instrument of faithful representation of God's will.

There is no good will and no malicious intent in the tool. The knife does not hurt on its own, the bullet does not find its target on its own, and the missile does not launch on its own. What drives tools to be evil is always the malice of the creator and user.

It is true that he is the one who kills, he is the one who destroys the city, and he is the one who brings the disaster, but it is the mother goddess who wears white gloves behind her back and silently watches everything behind her back.

"It's a pleasure! I'm so happy! I'm so satisfied! Yes, I've got such a satisfying tool, the highest masterpiece to date, and everyone will cheer if I change it! Yes, Tiamat, the mother goddess who created the heavens and the earth and gave birth to all living beings!"

That's something to cheer about.

Throughout the ages, the most perfect killing machines and theocratic maintenance machines have been completed, and even without the help of mortal power and without the use of their own power, the gods can indeed intervene in the functioning of the world. From today onwards, the so-called "world dominated by man" has come to naught, and all resistance and struggle will be meaningless.

As far as the gods are concerned, this is also a great feat, and there is nothing to question when they are moved and cheered at the moment of their completion.

"It's hateful! But ...... It is truly a masterpiece and a great feat. ”

In the air of melancholy and admiration, after the ambition and passion had faded, Father Andersen felt a sense of relief. Clear eyes that washed away the madness stared at the nine-headed dragon in the sky.

"It's really—enviable. ”

"Father Priest!"

Several nuns and priests came running quickly, and after standing still behind Andersen, they did not care to breathe, and hurriedly said:

"Highest Priority Order, Codenamed Z-13!"

The combination of the last letter Z, the number 13, which is the most taboo in the Church, means that the situation has deteriorated so much that urgent measures must be taken, that is, an immediate retreat.

And yet—

“...... It's too late. ”

"Father?"

"You can't hide, you can't escape, even if you run to the ends of the earth or the end of hell, that guy will chase after him like a hound. From the moment he stepped on this Rhine front, no, the moment Siegfried Otto Lehrin finished, everything was already doomed. No one can escape the snare of fate. ”

The priest nun in charge of the herald tried to refute Hans Christian Andersen's defeatist rhetoric and disrespectful words and deeds, but she couldn't say a thousand words.

Can't win.

In the face of that divine agent, no matter what level of effort, what kind of consciousness and sacrifice are made, the result is the same.

From the beginning, the ending has been predestined, whether you work hard or not, the ending that has been written long ago is waiting for you at the end. Even if you try to rebel against the fate imposed on you, and maybe even perform some kind of miracle at some point, you will eventually find that you are still dancing in the palm of someone else's hand according to the script.

Hard work will not be rewarded, and moving forward with hope will only see despair waiting there before the finish line - in this heavy fate, it is impossible to give birth to hope and fighting spirit.

The so-called hope, the so-called endurance of humiliation, the so-called "as long as you live, there will always be a next time" - these perseverance in despair and darkness are all premised on the final results. No matter how powerful an alien race is, no matter how powerful a tyrant is, after all, he is imprisoned by the limit. In other words, both organizations and individuals will eventually face the end of "life". Even if you can't defeat a powerful enemy for a while, as long as you can survive for a while, while waiting for your opponent to grow old and decay, while accumulating and strengthening your strength, you will eventually usher in victory. The effectiveness of this tactic has long been proven by history.

But in front of Li Lin, even this move is meaningless.

It is not only unwise for a creature with a limited lifespan to compete with an immortal transcendent species, but also madness. Even if the last human died in front of him, Li Lin was still alive. It's an idea that can only be thought of by a dead eye? As for accumulating strength to prepare for the next big war, it is also unrealistic.

As long as he had that thought, any place in the world where there was resistance would have the same fate as Dunkirk, and all resistance would be nip in the bud.

Then again, who else has the guts to try to resist and dare to face that kind of monster?

As Hans Christian Andersen said, no one can escape from the net that has been weaved.

"From start to finish, our ...... Everyone's every move is under his control, and there is not the slightest chance. Even if we are lucky enough to escape, I am afraid that it will only be a new script and prepare for us to perform on a new stage. ”

“......”

The clergy of the herald stared at the ground, and at this point, even fanatics who were unwilling to face reality had to understand that they had failed, and that even the dying struggle had lost its meaning.

They are no strangers to failure, and they are not afraid of it. If, through their defeat and failure to survive, the Holy Church can be more certain and closer to victory in the next battle, they are even more than willing to give their lives, and feel infinitely gratified and honored by this.

But when they learned that there was no such thing as a "next time", whether they sacrificed or not, everything they sacrificed for would end today, and the world on which they stood immediately collapsed.

The warriors, who did not flinch in the face of a strong enemy and smiled at death, stood motionless like broken dolls, staring blankly at the roaring dragon in the distance. Just standing, waiting for the verdict of death and fate to come.

If it was Hans Christian Andersen in the past, he would inevitably loudly reprimand these latecomers at this moment, and most of them would have scolded while rushing into the enemy line and wielding the key blade. But at this moment, Andersen just silently glanced at his discouraged colleagues, turned around and walked away.

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Bullets whistled and artillery rumbled.

Metal storms swept back and forth between the sky and the earth, raindrops of all calibers washed over every place where they could hide, leaving no dead corners or gaps.

With the cry of destruction, the Grim Reaper repeatedly swings his scythe across the battlefield, each swing as exquisite as art, and the trajectory depicted has an irresistible magic that makes people want to find out even if they risk their lives.

However, the Grim Reaper and the "Legion" were not able to harvest their prey.

This time, the prey, the white humanoid, was more tenacious than any previous prey, and no matter how much ammunition was poured down to cover the fire, the target was never crushed.

The Grim Reaper and the "Legion" do not get depressed and do not get angry about it.

They just stubbornly smashed ammunition at Roland, and that's it.