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Thousands of steps.
In reality, the warlord would probably have to stop twice halfway.
However, in the game, when he stepped onto the last step, he was so relaxed that he didn’t even breathe.
Looking at the old man wearing golden power armor, standing in front of the hall waiting for him, the warlord looked back at the densely packed figures and torches under the steps behind him, and couldn’t help but be surprised. Gently click your tongue.
At this time, a calm and kind voice floated over.
“My name is Lei Ze.”
“I… pangolin,” the warlord looked away from behind, looking at the old man in power armor again, and finally couldn’t help the curiosity in his heart, and asked, “Can I ask a question? ?”
“My age?”
The old man stared at him with eyes full of wisdom, as if he had read through his thoughts.
The warlord nodded and asked simply.
“How old are you?”
Lei Ze raised his gaze slightly, stared at the tall arch and thought for a while before speaking.
“In the 42nd year of the Wasteland Era, we captured the Vaillant Laboratory, which was affiliated with the War and Construction Committee, and obtained all the genetic source code of the Vaillant people, which marked that we had complete control over our own destiny and obtained the coveted Independence and freedom.”
“It was also at that time that Marshal Julius cut my umbilical cord with his own hands and took me out of the broken culture tank… You can do the math for me.”
After hearing what the old man said, the battlefield atmosphere team was stunned for a moment.
If he remembered correctly, it is now the year 214 of the Wasteland Era.
In other words…
This old guy is 172 years old? !
Although his age is not a big deal in a game with a fantasy background, the main reason is that the game is so realistic that he accidentally used reality as a reference.
“Are you surprised?”
“Indeed…” After suppressing his surprised expression, Warfield nodded and said with emotion, “You are probably the longest-lived person I have ever seen.”
The old man smiled lightly.
“Living a long time is not a skill. There is nothing to show off, not to mention that I am not the one who has lived the longest.”
“Are you talking about the lord marshal?” The warlord looked excited, “Is he really still alive?”
The respected commander of the Imperial Guard did not answer his words, but turned around and walked towards the hall.
The warlord quickened his pace, chasing behind the scarlet cloak, and followed the old man into the hall.
Tall marble pillars connect the towering dome to the ground, and magnificent reliefs are engraved on each pillar.
No bright red carpets or crosses here.
There are no electrified lighting tools either.
The only decorations are milky white marble and utensils made of pure gold.
The Praetorian Guards in golden exoskeletons held up fire-igniting spears that were two people high and lit the torches embedded in the wall.
Their expressions were solemn and solemn, as if they were performing some sacred ceremony.
As the torches lit up, the originally dark hall was also illuminated by the slowly burning flames.
At this moment, the warlord was surprised to find that there were reliefs carved on the walls on both sides of the hall.
Those reliefs are connected like murals, full of stories, and extend to the end of the hall.
He walked to the wall closest to the door and stood there, looking at the reliefs engraved on the wall.
On the top of the relief are three blazing torches, with three powerful arms connected to the handles of the torches.
The thick arms are like mountains, standing tall and tall. And the flame burning in the torch was as hot as the sun, dispelling the shadows on the ground.
“…This is the post-war Reconstruction Committee period, the 21st year of the Wasteland Era, the beginning of the Velant people’s plan and the beginning of their suffering. At the same time, it was also the day the Marshal was born…
Walking to the side of the warlord, Lei Ze reached out and touched the mural. His eyes seemed to be lost in memories, and he spoke slowly in a gentle and solemn tone.
“The Wastelanders have received mixed reviews, and we refer to this as the era of the Big Three.”
Feeling the weight of history, the warlord swallowed involuntarily.
“…the three giants refer to the Technology Department, the Production Department and the Defense Department?”
“Yes.”
The old man nodded slowly, and his gold-plated index finger followed the veins of the marble, down the veins on his arm, and stopped at the black spots as thin as gravel.
At first, the warlord thought it was just a colorful embellishment. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realized that the black spots were actually micro-sculptures of prostrate people.
His eyes widened involuntarily.
No wonder he always heard Fang Chang say that these big-nosed people are born artists and engineers, and it would be a waste of their talents to let them go to war.
This stone carving skill is simply superb!
“Thousands of survivors have made the glory of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee just like tens of billions of Awami League citizens have jointly made the Awami League’s prosperity…”
“However, their greatness is also the most easily overlooked.”
“In this way, we unknowingly created a monster, fed it, obeyed it, and finally feared it… and were coerced by it into a path we had never imagined. In the end, almost everyone forgot , what we should do and what we are doing.”
Looking at the old man who was lost in memories, the warlord’s Adam’s apple moved.
“I remember… the Post-War Reconstruction Committee also saved many people.”
Leize nodded slowly and said in a gentle tone.
“You’re right, if it doesn’t save anyone, then why is it called the Post-War Reconstruction Committee and not something else? The fire will burn and it’s not something to be grateful for. We have to remember those who survived, too. You have to remember the ones who were burned to death… This mural only records the history of the Weiland people. I believe there must be other murals in this world, or something similar, that records parts different from ours.”
The warlord also nodded.
He remembered that there seemed to be a cinema in the inner city of Boulder City, which would show some past history and calculations of future possibilities based on what was happening now.
However, the movie theater was destroyed by the collapsed building during the Great Revolution in Boulder City.
Unfortunately, he has not been there to see it, but only heard it mentioned by the NPC in the game.
Seeing that he did not continue speaking, Lei Ze turned his attention to the reliefs on the marble wall and continued.
“After the final victory, the Villarants built this House of Glory as a gift to the Marshal. And the Marshal ordered us…that is, the Praetorian Guard, his most loyal servants, to The history of the Wilantes is written on the walls.”
“It’s not that we don’t have more advanced recording technology, but Lord Julius… our respected marshal said that it is easy to tamper with those illusory lights and shadows, but things carved on stone will not be easily tampered with. Completely erased. ”
“Even if the people who came here after us chipped away the entire wall, the traces of beating will still seep deep into the root of the wall.”
“Unless the person who tampered with it completely destroyed this monument, wiped it completely from the earth, and then built a higher, bigger, and more magnificent fake on the ruins.”
With the young man behind him, Lei Ze, wearing gold power armor, continued to walk forward.
Following behind the old man, the warlord stared intently at the relief on the wall.
He first witnessed the rise of Triumph City, and witnessed the war between the Valantians and mutants and predators… These legendary pasts seemed to have happened somewhere before, and the more he looked at them, the more familiar they seemed.
Until a certain moment, he suddenly realized that these things had not happened before, but had been happening all along.
For example, the conquest of the city of Avente.
Those miracles that occupy the League of Nations era, possess advanced technology and huge wealth, but shut out some survivors in the wasteland, are simply carved out of the same mold as the old nobles of Boulder City of.
But the difference lies here.
The Wilrants who conquered the city of Avente did not make the same choice as the Alliance in the end.
They executed the stingy nobles and confiscated the property of the rich, and the poor poor people did not get any benefits in the end… The Wilantes who conquered the city of Avente regarded them as accomplices and lackeys of the nobles, and will All foreigners were reduced to slaves.
They conducted a thorough liquidation of the survivors in the city, but only ignored the problem itself.
The casino continues to operate.
In a series of events that occurred in the following decades, the Wilantes completely changed from persecuted people to complete persecutors.
The contents on the reliefs are becoming more and more shocking. There is not a trace of red on the milky white marble walls, but the paintings are dripping with blood.
Later, a group of people appeared on the relief.
They have no eyes or mouths, and even have their noses cut off, leaving only one ear.
The warlord recognized them, and his expression became astonished.
“That’s…”
Leize said in a calm tone.
“Clone trooper, since you have been on the battlefield, you should be familiar with it.”
Of course the Warlanders recognize them.
Those who grow eight times faster have an average theoretical lifespan of eight years, but their average lifespan on the battlefield is only three years.
At the Battle of Sunset, the Alliance took the surrendered clone soldiers as prisoners, many of whom are still alive today.
They have neither reproductive function nor complete minds, and it is almost impossible for them to integrate into civilized society. How to deal with them more humanely, and whether to count them as human beings, has always been a difficult problem for the Alliance Institute of Biology and the Academy of Social Sciences.
Seeing that the young man behind him seemed to be very interested in them, Lei Ze stopped in front of the mural about clones, recalled it for a moment and then spoke.
“We used our own genetic source code to create a group of Valantians who are different from us, hoping that they can fight for us… However, it turns out that this is a failed exploration. Sacrifice is not a way to Civilization will only move forward after paying a sufficient price for what has been replaced.”
Failed exploration?
The warlord had a complicated expression on his face.
In fact, if you want him to evaluate it, those clone cannon fodder are still a bit difficult to deal with.
To this day, he still remembers that the Pioneer was once cornered by an army of 2,000 clones, and even the launch of a tactical nuclear bomb did not fundamentally change the situation of the war.
It wasn’t until the alliance’s reinforcements arrived that the entire battle ended.
Of course, they were not called the Alliance at that time, and many things happened later.
“Actually, there is one thing I don’t understand…why someone like His Majesty the Marshal would approve of technology like cloning human cannon fodder.”
Including the massacre of the city of Avente…
The marshal should still be alive at that time, right?
Looking at the young man with confusion written all over his face, Lei Ze just smiled faintly.
“Thinking about the plight of the predecessors from the perspective of future generations will indeed lead to confusions like this… Then I also want to ask you, why do people as aboveboard as your managers use clones as containers? ”
The warlord was about to answer, but suddenly realized something and looked at the old man in golden power armor in astonishment.
Your managers…
Has this guy seen through his identity? !
Lei Ze glanced at him meaningfully, and those cloudy pupils seemed to penetrate his soul.
“You are too young. You can hide it from others, but you can’t hide it from me… It was probably more than a hundred years ago, when Marshal Julius had not left us. There was a time when I was the most You are dealing with these ‘blue gophers’ running around. There’s nothing wrong with you calling yourself that, it’s all the same to me anyway.”
Seeing that the old man had already seen through his trick, the warlord was silent for a while and said with a wry smile.
“When did you find out?”
Could it be that a flaw was exposed in Dawn City?
There seems to be a member of the Guards there, too, and he seems to be named Quaker.
But when dealing with that guy, he was always very careful, and even after thinking about it, he didn’t seem to reveal any flaws.
“…No need to guess, I knew who you were and where you came from from the moment you entered Triumph City.”
After a pause, Lei Ze continued.
“But don’t be nervous. It doesn’t matter to me whether you are a shelter resident, a visitor from five light years away, or an alien who is no match for humans… You are The Marshal is waiting for you, and I brought you here, and my mission is completed.”
After speaking, he looked at the reliefs on the wall in front of him and continued in a normal tone.
“Mr. Julius is not a perfect saint. He is actually the same as your respected managers. He also has his own feelings, desires and ideas…”
“He will be angry when he is betrayed, and he will be sad when he sees his companions dying constantly. The city of Avente betrayed us, but the residents of Avente City are indeed innocent, and he regrets it afterwards. However, things have already happened. The water that was poured out cannot be put back into the cup, and many things will not be reversed due to personal will.”
“Between the worst and the worse decision, he chose the moment when he thought the damage would be less, allowing time to resolve the conflict between the Wealands and the old humans, and avoiding the conflict between the Wealands and the Wealands. The special people parted ways. This was also the reason for the protection of slaves in Triumph City. Before this, it was a luxury for foreigners other than the Weilant people to even survive, let alone become captains of thousands.
“Including the later clone troopers, he hoped that in this way, the Weilant people would shed less blood. However, when he came back to his senses, he suddenly discovered that he had just created a new batch of Weilant people. Rand people have not fundamentally solved the problem.”
“The sacrifices the Wilantes made for this did not decrease. On the contrary, due to the increase in war potential, more wars were won and more blood was shed.”
“And this is what makes him even more painful. He thinks that he is a sinner of the Wilant people and even all mankind. He regrets that his decision-making is extremely stupid, and he is very much like the smart-aleck Rowell in the Far East.”
“He wanted to end the Wasteland Era, but he made himself and his children a part of the Wasteland Era. However, even so, his subordinates still worshiped him, and worshiped him more and more, even turning him into a Treated as gods…including me.”
The old man lowered his eyebrows slightly, and then opened his eyes again.
“I see all this, whether it is his joy or pain, after all, he always takes me by his side.”
“He once asked me if I regretted it, but to this day, my answer is still the same… I will never regret my loyalty to him.”
“As the adult himself said, no one can go through life without making mistakes, and there has never been a perfect saint in this world. He can predict many things and solve many problems, but there will eventually be A quagmire he didn’t expect lurks in front of all of us…”
“But there is nothing to be afraid of. We are not even afraid of death, let alone a fall?”
“As he himself once said, as long as we record history honestly and face them openly and openly, the Wilant people are a nation of hope. Sooner or later, we will be able to learn from ourselves. Come out of the quagmire.”
When he said this, Lei Ze had a calm expression on his face.
The battlefield atmosphere team’s Adam’s apple moved and they swallowed lightly.
The ordinary tone seemed to be spoken in a leisurely manner, but it seemed as if a heavy epic was unfolding in front of him.
It is impossible to say that my heart is not touched at all…
As for where the marshal is, he actually already has the answer in his heart.
“So…Marshal Julius is actually gone a long time ago, right?”
In fact, he had already had a premonition.
“The omnipotent marshal in the hearts of the Valantians is actually just an ordinary person born in the 21st year of the Wasteland Era, not even an awakened person. Years of war have left many incurable hidden diseases on his body. So in the end, he had to wear power armor with a life-support device to maintain his life, and he would wake up from pain almost every night…”
“I remember the last time I had dinner with him was at a victory dinner in the 100th year of the Wasteland Era. He probably wanted to wait until dark before leaving, but in the end he couldn’t hold on at dusk. He hurriedly left his last words and walked into the deepest part of the Glory Academy alone.”
“We didn’t know that those were his last words at that time, although I had some premonition… After all, he had been handing over the power bit by bit since a long time ago, and prepared for the future after he left. Things are ready.”
This time, Lei Ze finally answered his question head-on, and set his sights on the end of the marble relief – the blank space where no relief had been carved.
“Future history will be written by future generations themselves. In accordance with his last wish, we recorded on the wall everything that happened after he left, and followed his will to wait for the arrival of ‘that person’.”
“…But there is still one thing I don’t understand,” the battlefield atmosphere team took a step forward and couldn’t help but ask, “Why did he hide his death?”
Leize did not answer, but turned his attention to the door at the end of the marble relief.
“He’s right in front, just ask him directly.”
The warlord was stunned for a few seconds, but when he saw the key and flashlight handed over by the old man, he still reached out and took them.
He walked to the heavy iron door, inserted the key in and turned the lock.
With a heartbreaking creaking sound, the rusty iron door finally opened.
What surprised him was that what caught his eyes was not a glorious palace, but just a simple room.
The decoration here was very monotonous. If it hadn’t been for a bed, he wouldn’t have imagined that this was the place where Marshal Julius, whom everyone respected, lived and lived. It was more like a storage cabinet.
The dust that hit his face made the warlord frown involuntarily.
There is no electricity here, so there is no such thing as a dormant cabin.
As for Julius’s body, the loyal Praetorian Guards would certainly not let him rot here. He had probably been cremated or placed in an incorruptible coffin.
It’s not like no one has been here before, at least the commander of the Reize Corps, who is responsible for keeping the keys and keeping secrets, must have been here.
The warrior turned on the flashlight and looked around, and was suddenly surprised to find a golden power armor placed in the gap between the bookshelves in the third and fourth rows.
“Good guy…the real mission reward is actually hidden here!?”
The warrior muttered to himself in surprise, stepped through the thick dust on the floor, and walked to the powered armor.
This should be the one Julius wore, and the armor should be made of real gold.
Even after a whole century of baptism, there is not a trace of rust on it.
He reached out and touched the suit of armor, only to see the helmet’s eyepiece suddenly light up, and the power components inside the armor also made a restarting sound.
At this moment, a deep voice floated out from the helmet…
“Are you here?”
“What the hell?”
Shocked by the sudden sound, the warlord took a step back unconsciously.
But he soon discovered that it was a pre-recorded voice.
“I told Lei Ze that if the last wall is used up and what I’m worried about still hasn’t happened, it means everything we did is correct. Then we can just find a place to bury me. ”
“But now that you are here…it seems that what I least expected, but was extremely sure would happen, finally happened.”
“Actually, pretending that you are still alive is not a smart decision, but I had no better way under the circumstances.”
“The mission of the Legion is not only to save the Wilant people, we also shoulder the mission of cleaning up the mess for the People’s Federation. I also tried to make the Legion a little normal before I left, but unfortunately I don’t have much time left…and once I die, the Legion will surely fall apart, and chaos will consume everything we have left in this world.”
“I know the Legion is a beast, but it’s better than those man-eating marauders, mutant hordes, or mutant slime molds that can’t be called civilization at all. Maybe one day we’ll be united by the other survivors They will be killed by others, or replaced by more advanced and civilized productivity and production relations, just like the overthrow of the War and Construction Committee… But this day is definitely not now. ”
“Winter is over, but chaos and barbarism are not yet… If we die early, a better era will not come. We will fight among ourselves towards a future that is worse and more barbaric than the Stone Age, And transform into a real beast.”
“I tried to use technological means to extend my life and lived for twenty more years, but the problem was not solved. Instead, my children became more dependent on me. And those powers that are ready to move and the things that come with power Ambition is also growing quietly.”
“I have also considered the hibernation capsule, but that is also not a good idea, because my death is necessary for the Velant people. An immortal leader will not bring any consequences to his children. A brighter future will only turn them into cold and hard stones in their longing and looking up to them.”
“Besides, I can’t do anything while I’m in hibernation, let alone deter those guys who are ready to make a move. And when I wake up from hibernation, my rebirth will bring new troubles.”
“In this case, I can only be wronged and become a ‘living dead’ myself.”
“Wealant people will remain united unswervingly in the name of loyalty until we survive the last cold winter. Facing existences more barbaric than us, we will be invincible. And the only person who can defeat us, It must be a more civilized, more progressive, and more historically inevitable existence than us.”
“There must be someone who will come here from our unconquered lands, liberate us from the mission that is becoming a burden and the loyalty that is becoming burdened, and take us and all other suffering survivors with him Let’s go to a new era together.”
“I guess when that moment comes, our territory will not be so vast that it cannot encompass five hundred habitable galaxies. In this case, it’s not a big deal to fall before learning to walk… Besides, this is also We owe it to other survivors.”
“Weilant people should become part of the world, not the enemies of the world. I believe that since you are standing here, you will understand what I am talking about.”
“See this power armor? It’s yours now.”
“Put it on, walk out from here, and tell my loyal boys that the Legion has brought them to the dawn after the long night, and that its historic mission is over! Now they are the sun themselves, they The torch in your hand is the whiteness of the sky! ”
“Tell them again that their beloved Marshal Julius was 79 years old and died at dusk before nightfall. He fell asleep with a smile on his face. He may have regrets, but he has no regrets. There is no need to miss him, He is everywhere, never leaves, and has long since become everyone living in this land! ”
“Be loyal to your own heart, be loyal to all Wilant people, be loyal to all the survivors who are suffering——”
“That is your loyalty to me!”
(End of this chapter)