A Full-level Commander Who Joins the Chat Group

What is the great retreat?What about the necessary sacrifices?What does it mean that we are the traitors?

Emiya Kiritsugu felt that his head was getting bigger, but he had to put on an expression of "Well, I understand, I understand", because these seemed to be very common sense, if he showed that he didn't know It is likely to arouse the suspicion of these people-a group of friends died like this, and it is said that they were regarded as some kind of devil, and he didn't want to do this.

As long as you are alive, hang out with them, and listen to their conversation slowly, you will know these things. There is no need to rush for a while, and you will lose everything in the end...

He had thought so.

But what happened next was completely beyond his expectations, making his plans completely messed up.

It was an outing. He originally wanted to check the surrounding situation and prepare for his march into the city (seeking asylum in the past), but when he returned, the stronghold was already on fire, and nearly a quarter of the refugee corpses piled up. In the open space outside, surrounded by other refugees in full armor.

Emiya Kiritsugu was startled, thinking that the stronghold was attacked by something, he rushed over quickly, and was about to ask what happened, but before he could ask, more than a dozen guns were pointed at the same time he.

Those refugees stared at him expressionlessly, and there seemed to be flames burning in their calm eyes. It was the anger of being deceived and betrayed—both towards the higher-ups and Emiya Kiritsugu.

They are not traitors, they cannot accept their own brutes as they are citizens of the Empire.

And as a citizen of the empire, it is my duty to defend the glory of Your Excellency the Commander.

life or death.

boom--

...

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't know what happened at all.

He was not killed by those people. After all, those people were just ordinary refugees. Although they held advanced and destructive weapons in their hands, refugees without strict training could not use those things effectively. , although it is difficult to hide, it is not unacceptable.

But what he couldn't accept was what happened next.

When he avoided the attacks of those people and wanted to figure out what happened, the sound of their battle attracted the Zerg who were patrolling in other areas. Several Zerglings rushed to the scene quickly and rushed out after finding the target.

but...

Those people didn't fight back.

Even though the companions around them have been thrown down, even though the weapons in their hands can easily destroy the bugs that are feasting on their companions' corpses, they still turn a blind eye to everything, and even the person who was slaughtered did not want to fight back. He directly pierced his heart with the blue blade.

The springtail that lowered its head and gnawed became confused. It was about to flap its wings and jump to attack others, but after seeing that they had no intention of fighting back, it stopped preparing to attack, and then looked down at the corpse that had been bitten several times under it. , scratching his head with his front paws.

Are they being mind controlled?

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the 'mortal enemies' living in harmony in the distance, and this thought flashed through his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this should be the case, because the behavior of those people seemed too...

hum-

The world in front of Emiya Kiritsugu suddenly separated.

Um?what happened?Could it be that he was also being mind-controlled...?

pat.

Emiya Kiritsugu's body, which had been cut in half from top to bottom, fell to the ground, and then a ball of flames ignited, burning his body into black coke.

The refugees in the distance stopped and looked at the tall man wearing a huge armor, carrying a chainsaw sword and a purification device.

for a long time.

The tall man walked over and held out his hand: "Welcome back, compatriots."

The refugees breathed a sigh of relief and went over to shake hands with him one by one.

"Is there anyone else?" The tall man asked casually.

"No." A refugee shook his head: "The heresy has been dealt with, and the corpses are currently piled up not far behind, which can be used as biomass energy."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's not hard." The 'Refugee' laughed, his eyes bright: "It's our honor."

The tall man was silent for a while, picked up the gun and the chainsword, and gestured in front of his chest with a solemn expression.

"Praise the commander."

The refugees also took the same pose, with fanatical flames burning in their eyes, and their voices were loud.

"Praise the commander."

The springtail on the side looked at all this in bewilderment, a little confused about what was going on, and after hesitating for a moment, it also imitated raising its forelegs and squawking a few times.

It looked like a misshapen dragon.

...

May everyone in this world be like a dragon.

Fanatical dragon-like human cluster thoughts, one of the dust-laden archives of the Federal Institute for Social Research.

Although it is a deformed ideology, it cannot be denied that when it burns...

It really shines.

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PS: Sad news, the farming stream in version 2.8 of the stars has been cut again

PS2: I don’t know if the roar of the return of the dragon is ugly or not. I only know that herd immunity is really vigorous and powerful.