Next is the New Edens’ rush to the front?

Masso, who had exited the elementalization state, groped the back of his head, which was a bit painful. This was the sequelae of long-term elementalization. Now there are corpses everywhere on the second line of defense, so many that it has begun to affect the defense and attacks of both sides. At this time, communication came from the direction of the Central Military Formation and a quit was on the verge of half an hour.

This is good news for the Faisal Legion, which is mostly living. Although I don’t know why the New Eden side agreed to the request, Marceau finally agreed to the request of the negotiator who went to the dead group to restrain the bodies of both sides.

The Death Group will send 500 unarmed personnel to consolidate the bodies, and Marceau also began to consolidate the bodies of the dead who had already been intact and dragged to the rear to resurrect. Although they will not be able to fight again due to the weak time after resurrection, it will be better than being burned by the flame explosion or something else and not being able to rebuild the account.

Marceau searched hard at the first line of defense, but in the end he could not find the dead body of the commander of the "Silotta's companion". The kitten girl, who was one shorter than herself, seemed to be silently swallowed by the flames with her companions.

Looking around, the grass was scorched earth and the charred corpses were being brought into the vehicle. Marceau looked at the vehicles until the footsteps walking in the scorched earth hell were getting closer and closer to him. He turned around mechanically and looked at the big man more than two meters tall. Well, from the appearance, he should be the leader of the group who went to the death group.

"You are very brave," he said.

"Since you still believe in order, you will not violate the oath you have made." Marceau looked at him. The players of New Eden were cunning and untrustworthy, but that was not all. There were some natives and players of New Eden... at least they regarded order as an axiom of this world. Coincidentally, the latter seemed to be the latter on the battlefield today.

In this case, what else is Marceau afraid of? If they betray their promises and kill themselves... the dishonest person not only loses his foothold in the Eastern Continent, but also in New Eden, no one will believe these two-faced guys.

After all, villains are just villains, and liars... are less popular than villains.

"Yes, you're right. We're not like others. For us, what we say is the truth." The big man's full-cover plate armor helmet was inevitably a bit muffled: "I think you're looking for something."

"My subordinates used to stay here, but now I can't find her." Marceau once again glanced at the hell: "I know why you killed me, and I also understand that you always have to pay it back when you go out and spend time... But she is different. A child as half-aged as her should have lived a happy and interesting life under the pursuit of boys of the same age, rather than coming to this ghost place like a boy and eventually dying here."

Marceau really doesn't understand why she said that, is it really just because of his identity?

This should not be, a child like her should not know his identity. She should stay by El's side, not stand in this hell with him and eventually die in front of the formation.

Even if this is just a virtual reality game.

Neither should.

"There are many people who died here today, so I don't think it's a big deal. Maybe next you, or I, will die here, have you lost and win in the war, are you right?"

"That's right." Marceau nodded. Looking at this big guy, Marceau felt that he was right, and that the man should speak like this.

"Commander, we have found all the bodies that can be found." A voice rang beside him, looking at Chidov Kadian Popota who walked to him. The commander of the "Black of Lovanta" seemed to have noticed the conversation here. He walked over in silence and reported the news.

"It seems that I have no reason to stand here again..." Marceau sighed at the big guy in front of him.

"We have already exhausted a group." The big guy suddenly spoke.

His words made Masce stop, who had already taken steps, and the cat turned to look at him: "The Toby lost two full battle groups, the Kitten lost seven squadrons, the Big Catten of the two squadrons and at least two squadrons of the Earth players died in my formation... My lover was seriously injured for me, and at least a thousand people died because they did not receive timely treatment. All this is just because of this battle, and all you and I have seen is just part of this battle."

"Yes, why can't you give up resistance? The success of the king and the defeat of the history writing. I think you will not misunderstand as the top student in Pit No. 1." This big guy sighed, and his hands were separated to the land under his feet: "Compared with the nobles, our new Eden is not bad. In order to change the world, we sometimes have to borrow the power of some guys that we can't stand, unite all the powers that can be united, and then sweep everything from the old era into the garbage dump of history. Since the history of the earth has been here, the whole five thousand years have been nothing more than this. This is the truth of the revolution." The big guy pointed at Marceau: "What do you think."

"No, your lord, just like you said, it was because I didn't think there was any difference between you and the nobles from the beginning that I and my companions appeared here." Marceau took out a small box of tobacco from the small bag on his chest, and after he became an adult, he accepted the tobacco group's advertising contract. This was the first time Marceau sucked it.

Take out one, throw it into the hands of this big guy, and then ignite one for yourself: "Whether you or aristocrats, you have never regarded the common people in this world as a living person. In your eyes, this is just a combination with 0; and in the eyes of these indigenous nobles, these are just untouchables that cannot even compare to their own dogs. According to the family tree passed down by my family, at the beginning of the 20th century AD, the ancestors of the Su family were just untie who could not even eat enough. No one was born nobler than anyone else, nor was they destined to live longer than others since they were born. There was never a savior in this world, so you are not, no nobles are not, nor are we."

"What are you?" asked the big guy with a smile. He did not light a cigarette, but carefully wrapped it in satin.

"We just don't want to let this world sink into mortals. This world is so beautiful. Why do we have to go through war? Even if the nobles deserve to die, we Eastern Continental people should raise their swords themselves. Killing and hatred are not needed to help." After Marceau said that, he reached out and bowed his chest: "We should meet on the battlefield, Your Excellency."

"...Okay, I have one last question." The big guy asked, "Since you attach so much importance to this world, why do you say the last sentence? Will the nobles not resist if they change to another group of people?"

"They have the freedom to resist, and we have the obligation to recreate this world." Marceau gave the answer: "This world is so beautiful, we really don't want to hurt it, but if we take a piece of carrion on it to save it, we will not be stingy with contaminating the dirty blood."

"It seems that this world is very important to you, and you cannot be interfered with by others." A smile appeared in the big guy's voice.

As he turned around, Marceau thought for a while and finally spoke: "No, this world is not important to me, I don't care that I am a savior or a gravedigger."

"What does it mean?" The big guy turned his head and looked at Marceau.

"Because my lovers love this world, I have a camp; because my lovers love this land, I stand here, this world is not worth a fortune to me." Speaking of this, Marceau reached out and took off the helmet from his head: "But it is the most priceless treasure in my eyes, because they love the innocent people on this land, the young people who can't wait to see this world, and the beautiful and full of regrets."

So, I will fight for the innocent, because I know it is my responsibility; I will fight for the cubs, because I know it is my bottom line; I will fight for everyone in this world not to put their hands together at supper to praise the so-called beauty of the New Eden, because I know that such beauty... is the real hell.

"Thank you for your answer." The big guy didn't take off his helmet until the end.

Marceau put on his helmet, turned around and strided towards the front.

"Mr. Marceau, do you really think so?" Chidoff asked beside him.

Marceau nodded: "Yes, this world is not worth a fortune to me, but all the innocents in this world, and the cubs waiting to welcome every dawn, are the most priceless treasures in our hearts, Chidoff...will you think I am a little stupid?"

"...I think so, but if my lover likes this world, I will be the same as you, so... it's not stupid." The cat owner said some words that didn't answer, but this did not affect Marceau's laugh.

"I get it, thank you for your comment, Chidoff, now let's go back to the front and wait for the New Eden scribbles to bring us a new round of surprises." After saying that, he took out one from the cigarette box and handed it to the kitten: "Come on one, the mint smell, of course, it's definitely not catnip."

"Oh, the mint taste of the earthlings." Chidoff, who almost glared out his eyes, took the cigarette: "Mr. Marceau, I don't know if I should ask."

"Ask." Marceau nodded, signaling this person to ask quickly if he had something to do.

"If one day ten million cubs appear in front of you, and you and your companions have a fleet... you are willing to transform this fleet that was supposed to take you into a conservation fleet and take the children away." The kitten asked this question.

Marceau thought for a while and nodded: "If my lovers think it's right to do this, then I will feel it this way, so, I will... This is not a wife who is strict with her, but I instinctively feel that I should leave this opportunity to these strange children, even if they don't understand what I do in the end... I also know that I will perform my duties and I keep my bottom line as a human being... That's enough."

After saying that, Marceau reached out and patted Chidoff on the shoulder: "I just hope that when I do this, my father and my lovers... can think that I am honored."
Chapter completed!