The world doesn't need succubus to save

In the brightly lit corridor, the woman dressed in boots and a neat black military uniform was silent for a moment, holding her breath slightly.

After being silent for a while, she lightly knocked on the door, stood at attention where she was, and spoke heroically:
"Your Excellency the Grand Duke."

There was no response, not only the room, but also the entire corridor seemed to be quiet.

However, invisibly, she felt an inexplicable pressure constantly approaching her.

It was silent, but she could clearly feel the oppressive presence, which was constantly approaching her.

call……

After the breath from her mouth and nose began to be covered with a layer of white mist, subtle ice marks gradually appeared on the door.

Suppressing the fear in her heart and not retreating, the woman stood in place tensely, not daring to move.

Finally, when the entire gate was frozen, the completely frozen handrail suddenly twisted slightly.

click.

click!
The frozen door was pulled open and slowly opened inward.

And from the moment the door was opened, a lot of cold air gushed out from it, causing the temperature in the entire corridor to drop rapidly.

Just when the woman was about to lose her hold and her body was trembling uncontrollably, the shuddering coldness suddenly disappeared.

"Ah."

From the half-open door, came a cold and serious voice:

"come in."

Just like a conditioned reflex, the woman stands at attention and salutes, completely unable to see that she was about to show an ugly face just now.

"Yes!"

After the man's voice appeared, everything in the woman's eyes returned to normal.

There is no air-conditioning in the corridor, and the door is not frozen, everything seems so normal.

As if... everything just now was like an illusion.

But the woman felt the sweat-soaked skirt on her back, and knew that she was not hysterical.

Loosening her clenched fist, the woman strode into the dark room.

The moment the heel of the boot stepped into the room, the woman gritted her teeth and stepped firmly into it.

Click.

Under her feet, she really stepped on the shattered ice.

Standing firmly at the door of the room without entering, the heroic woman saluted the cold thorn in the room, raised her head and said:

"Your Majesty the Grand Duke, Eberron, the official clerk, here to report today's intelligence to you, the total annihilation in the theater..."

"Get straight to the point, you know what I want to know."

Turning his back to the figure of Eberron and waving, he continued to stand in front of the console and fiddled with something, then reached out and grabbed another tool to the side.

From Eberron's point of view, he could clearly see the crimson blood stains on the hands of Grand Duke Coldthorn.

His throat moved, and Eberron hid his temptation, pretending to be calm and saying:
"……Yes."

The report was interrupted, but Eberron was not surprised. After a pause, he spoke slowly:
"A total of four large-scale battles broke out in the war zone today. The victims... one person of the fourth rank, 15 soldiers of the third rank, and 320 fighters of the second rank and below."

"A total of... 330 seven people."

Here, death is just a number, a cold number. …

It is impossible to describe the appearance, character and everything of the victims, but those numbers represent them.

represents their death.

The sturdy figure didn't seem to have any special reaction after hearing this, and was still as silent as a rock, just nodded slowly and said:
"Ah."

A sound from the nasal cavity.

This is Grand Duke Coldthorn's reaction to all the victims who died in battle under his command.

Biting his lip, Eberron wanted to say something, but in the end all the struggles turned into silence.

Regarding the deaths of those people and Grand Duke Coldthorn's attitude, she lowered her head and remained silent.

Do not……

At the end, she raised her head with difficulty and asked:

"Your Excellency, I think... Should you modify your current fighting style?"

overstep.

Eberron knew exactly what she was doing, and she said something she shouldn't have said by herself.

This is trespassing!

Her words were not only appealing for those people, but also a blatant slap in the face of Grand Duke Coldthorn who set the current style.

But she had to.

For those soldiers who died in vain, she must stand up!

Even if it offends a moody being, a legendary Inquisitor known for his brutal rule.

"Our fighters, they... a lot of people are afraid, worried that they will become a member of the [death squad]."

The clenched fist trembled, and the nails pierced Eberron's palm, causing blood to flow out.

Trembling, she stared at the back that seemed to have never wavered, and said loudly:

"They are willing to sacrifice for this world, but what they are not willing to sacrifice is worthless!"

Eberron had seen the bones brought back.

Torn apart, crushed, even eaten...

It wasn't a corpse at all, at most it was just some mutilated corpses.
"With all due respect, we must change our existing strategy, otherwise..."

click.

Just a soft crisp sound from the operating table dissipated Eberron's hard-won courage.

The clenched fist was released, and Eberron knew it was over.

"These, are they telling you?"

"I……"

Turning around, the tall legend came step by step from the shadows and asked:
"I ask you, did they tell you all this?"

Eberron was speechless under the terrible pressure.

But she still stared at Grand Duke Hanthorn.

Is not it?
Such a tragic death, isn't it a death squad who sacrificed in vain?
To Eberron's surprise, Grand Duke Coldthorn was not angry at the moment, but said lightly:
"Only blood and fire can temper the most powerful fighters. What we need are elites who can survive such a tragic battlefield, not guys who deny other people's determination based on their own imagination."

He raised his hand and patted Eberron's shoulder calmly:

"Go to the front."

After being slapped by the big blood-stained hand, Eberron, who was unable to stand still, fell directly to the ground.

thump.

Falling to the ground, Eberron had no time to stand up, she just stared blankly at everything in front of her.

On the console was not the corpse of the enemy she had imagined.

It was a mutilated corpse that had been painstakingly spliced ​​and sewn together.

It comes from those [death squads] who died in battle and were discarded by Duke Hanthorn...

Behind her, the legendary interrogator known for his cruelty and good at torture spoke slowly:
"There is a special team coming... You go follow them and go to the bloody battle zone to see for yourself."

他 说:

"Go and see for yourself."

"Those poor fellows who sacrificed in vain in your mouth, how did they decide their own death?"