Freedom, how many sins are done in the name of you.

These are the dying words of someone who was about to die under the guillotine during the French Revolution. Claiming to be the son of the revolution, but in the end he was swallowed by the revolution, his experience can't help but make people sigh, and these last words naturally make people feel a lot. But the victim did not understand that any evil could be carried out in a sacred cloak if there was a reason. This is not a question of revolution or system, but the so-called human nature and society are what it is.

Especially science.

When science and morality are separated and serve a purpose wholeheartedly, it shows even more cruelty than the Inquisition.

"How's the No. 41 real yàn body?"

"There are also signs of life, the metabolism of cells is completely overrun, the tumor has spread all over the body, and even the original appearance cannot be seen. But it's amazing to be alive and well. ”

"Lapland people are hard. ”

"As you say. ”

A chorus echoed through the hallways, and researchers in blood-stained white coats walked around laughing, their glasses reflecting a cold, sharp light. On both sides of the passage and on the left chest of the white coat, the red and white octagonal umbrella marks are particularly eye-catching.

Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Bureau of the Defense Forces.

This is their apparent name, but their real identity is the IDF's biological weapons research team, codenamed "Umbrella". From the flu virus to the Chimera for stronghold defense, they are all handicraft.

As the top biological weapons research institution, organic biological weapons (B.O.W) has always been the main research direction of Umbrella. And tracing back to the source, what they want most is the "invincible undead army". Ghouls such as Frankenstein and Ghouls were the product of such research, but due to various shortcomings, they eventually failed to gain favor from the top and had to be abandoned.

Now, the culmination of all the research, the "Millennium", is finally beginning to emerge, and the spearhead of the new world order is about to be born through his own hands. How can the excitement and bitterness make the researchers unhappy?

As for how many lives were sacrificed for this research. None of the researchers would go out of their way to review this. It's not because of terror or conscience or morality, it's just very simple...... Nobody cares about consumables. Just like writing homework consumes pencils and paper. No one is after 100 points. I will go back and count how many pencils and homework books I have written for this reason.

In this institute, there are only managers and real animals, and the laws and morals outside are meaningless in this hell where madness and reason dance together.

"If we see the results, the Colonel will praise us. ”

"Of course. ”

"Right. After all, we studied so hard. And research is finally seeing the light of day. When our research is complete, the Archon will sweep away the real animals. This is a great feat that no general, any marshal, can do. ”

Through the mask and eyes, the excitement is fully revealed. Just as the imagination of the country and the individual is underway. Explosions and noisy alarm bells shatter imagination and everyday life.

"Emergency! Emergency! The research institute has been put on A-level alert, the B31 area has been put into isolation, the 3rd and 4th platoons will immediately go to support, and the non-security staff should follow the instructions of each terminal to evacuate! Repeat, this is not a drill! This is not a drill!"

The announcer's fiery voice echoed throughout the underground research institute, and the pale researchers looked at each other for a moment, scrambling for the escape route. Behind them, gunshots and explosions rang out one after another.

......

"What's going on?!What are you doing?

Colonel Rudolf Liebknecht was mad at the officers in charge of security at the institute. He was about to be mad by these incompetent guys, and the Biological Weapons Research Institute, which was heavily guarded and claimed to be unable to defeat a division, actually let a real yàn body escape. When this kind of thing is reported back to China, the face of the army is considered to be disgraced. The thought of that real body leaked the inside story here......

Liebknecht shuddered, and fear and anger erupted in more intense form.

"Do you know what time it is?!2 months before Project Yellow starts, if the human knows about it. The strategies that have been formulated before are in danger of collapsing, and not only will our country's existence be exposed, but its image in the eyes of the nations will also be damaged, and even the reputation of His Excellency the Archon will be affected. Sue me, which of you can take on this responsibility?!"

Major Stacy Hermann Langu, who accompanied the inspection, also had a gloomy face. He was also angry enough, and Stasi was destined to be involved in this incident, thinking about the investigation, blame, huntdown, and extermination that he would face next...... That wasn't destined to be a pleasant thing.

The thought of those troubles made him angry. So much so that when reprimanding those responsible, the consuls were also removed. This trick was really effective, and thinking of the supreme master who was extremely ruthless to the incompetent, the captain of the room was immediately frightened into a haunt.

Their appearance is not bad, if the security guards on duty are here, and they hear that the situation has been alarmed to the highest level, and the consuls are involved, maybe they will choose to die to apologize.

Poor guy.

Secretly spitting, Liebknecht began to re-examine the state of affairs.

Not only because of the crystallization of the highest technological power involved in Alfheim's biotechnology, but also because of the cruel things that happened here...... Those are enough to give a mentally healthy person nightmares for months, or even a nervous breakdown. As long as a few words leak out, Alfheim risks being exposed and discredited. Although for more than a thousand years, countries have been developing magic methods without a small number of human body practices. But what this institute has done, both "quality" and "quantity", has far exceeded the previous cases, and it is strictly said. It's not far behind the Holocaust. For those who are unhappy with the elven regime, the Umbrella project is a good reason to unite countries to intervene by force.

Even if no state is prepared to intervene, if the Charlemagne government uses the information to blackmail the consortium, it will be difficult for Alfheim to find a suitable name to declare war on Charlemagne, and he will be in a dilemma.

Everything is messed up by this bunch of light-skinny fools!

"A bunch of waste. ”

Major Langu scolded hatefully.

"What's more troublesome is that we lost the trail of that guy, which makes it more difficult to deal with it later. ”

Liebknecht's fist slammed into the desk, and the stationery and the captains' hearts jumped together.

"What the hell are the security guards of the institute doing?!Not only did they fail to subdue the riot of the animals, but they also failed to catch him, and now they don't even know where the target is running. Is it a nightpot or a watermelon on your neck?!"

"Colonel. ”

The captain in charge of security was trembling all over. He defended with trembling.

"It happened too suddenly—"

"I don't need to explain. If the explanation helps. There wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world. ”

Liebknecht waved his hand impatiently.

"If your lord has nothing to do, immediately go and search the vicinity of the research institute and take a close look at the remaining real animals. Don't come up with new 'surprises'. Now you can leave and call Dr. Menger. ”

The junior officers cautiously exited the room. Liebknecht and Langu turn on the display terminal. The screen shows the footage recorded by the surveillance device. The two officers couldn't help but frown slightly. Because they have actual combat experience and are used to corpses and blood, they only have this reaction. If I were an ordinary person, I would have vomited a mess a long time ago.

The hallway was strewn with blood and flesh, and the charred black flesh of the former guards and animals was scattered all over the ground, and the floor, walls, and ceiling of the corridor were covered with scorched black marks like a serpent crawling.

Even with heavy artillery, it would be difficult to create such a miserable situation, not to mention that it was made by a mere animal, which made them even more unbelievable.

- What did these guys do? And where did the real animal flee?

The doubts in the minds of the two officers slowly fermented until Umbrella Chief Scientist Joseph Menger appeared in front of them......

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The prison uniform was full of bullet holes, and in the previous fight, the guards fired at least hundreds of bullets, and the scars were all over the body. The left leg could barely walk, the twisted right leg was dripping blood, and the right hand was only left with skin and tendons connected together, swinging weakly, the abdomen was completely broken, and even the intestines ran out.

Anyone with medical knowledge will see this dignity of "his" and assert that there is no hope of healing the person, and then be terrified that the person will be able to walk in this state.

The man, who could already be regarded as a corpse, actually opened his mouth.

(It hurts.) ）

The cracked mouth moaned silently, snot and tears running down his cheeks. Suffering such a serious injury and not dying happily, being tormented by the wound makes people feel sympathy for him and make people want to do something for him.

For the wild wolves that live in the forest, this wail is the bell that announces the start of the meal.

Seven or eight pairs of green eyes appeared in front and back, left and right, and before he knew it, "he" had been surrounded by wolves.

The lone old, weak, sick and disabled are the priority targets of predators, wolves are not scavengers, but wild wolves that have been hungry for five or six days do not resist eating a feast of wounded soldiers. In any case, buckshot is better than starvation.

The wild wolf narrowed the encirclement little by little, and suddenly pounced on the bloodied human at the same time, most of the wolves aimed at the limbs and waist and abdomen, and the head wolf aimed at the throat and bared its fangs. In a few more tenths of a second, it will bite open the human's throat, and in a few minutes, its species will have enough flesh to sustain for a while, as it has done with every successful hunt in the past. For the head wolf of the pack, this judgment is reasonable, but in exchange for the cruel betrayal of reality.

The stump of the boneless bones shook and wrapped around the neck of the head wolf like tentacles, and an irresistible force pulled the head wolf forward, and the dirty human face instantly cracked, blooming like a flower, and the petals full of sharp teeth swept towards the beasts.

After a few minutes, the wolves were gone, leaving only a mess of blood and animal hair.

A man gets up from a pool of blood in a trance full of food and drink, and his dirty skin is peeling off in large swaths. Revealing the fresh pink new skin, the muscles and bones that had been torn apart had been perfectly regenerated, and the man staggered to his feet without paying attention to the changes that had occurred in his body.

"I'm going to ...... I'm going to ......"

The vocal cords that had just been regenerated made a hoarse sound, accompanied by vain footsteps, almost making people think that this was a drunk.

"I'm going to ...... ...... home."

The drunken mysterious man reached out into the distance, as if to grasp something, and under the guidance of the moonlight, he began to move south.

Until this time. Neither the man himself nor anyone else had expected it. What drastic changes his actions will bring to this chaotic and uncertain world.

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Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong

Neat gunshots rang out, soldiers stood still, and officers shouted for the target to be retrieved so that the results of the training could be tested. Soldiers with good grades are praised. Fools who can't even touch the edge of the target paper can only be re-educated with the "whip of love".

This is a common occurrence in the barracks. But today things are a little different. The frequency of the first shot is faster. The target is also much farther than in the past, a full 300 meters. In addition, most of the Titans officers who watched the training were mid- to high-ranking officers. Officers above the rank of captain of the second-class commando team grabbed a handful, and many of them still wore oak leaf collar badges. They were pointing to the target paper and talking to each other.

"It seems that the young master wants to surprise us. ”

"Young people are always like this, rash, impulsive, easily confused by novelties. ”

"But this one is different, no matter how you say it, you have experience. ”

"It's just a company-sized encounter, and the opponent is nothing more than an Ostorian deserter, and other than that, it's all a petty fight that is not worth mentioning. ”

"Yes. It's okay to take care of the government, but we have to have the final say on such a thing as war! What kind of new firearms...... Eating is meant to be eaten from the mouth! The one that comes in the back is called an enema, and only the dead like that tune. ”

Titans's military discipline is also extremely strict among the countries, and there is no room for forgiveness for homosexual behavior in the army. The verdict was usually death at the stake, and the Titans decided that only the use of a raging flame to purify the dogs of the fagists would have a deterrent effect and put an end to the filthy fagots once and for all.

The fact that Titans, who hated so much, had to be sarcastic with words like and enemas shows how dismissive they were of the new rifles being tested and the proponents of them.

As an army known for being the first to adopt muskets, building an all-firearms army, and putting all sorts of new tactics into combat, it stands to reason that Titans should not have said such a dismissive remark about new technology. But it is these "pioneers of the military revolution" who are now scoffing at the new rifles.

At the end of the day, those honorary titles are not fundamentally the product of their own flash of inspiration and then transformed into reality. It's just that some forces bought their leftover old toys for a good price, and Titans just passively accepted these "new" equipment. But their essence has not changed because of their equipment, and they are the same as Charlemagne's army in terms of their zeal for meddling in politics, their contempt for technological progress, and their retro worship of spiritual power.

"Probably only when they are completely blown up on the battlefield and lie in a mountain of corpses and blood will these guys regret it. ”

The secretary-like teenager sneered and commented, his voice so soft that only he and his approaching companions could hear it.

The secretary did not mean to correct the rigid thinking and tactics of the soldiers, and it was unnecessary and meaningful. First of all, if those granite heads could listen to persuasion, the problem would not exist. Secondly, he was not a comrade-in-arms of Titans, and he was not obligated to remind him.

In fact, in a few months, Charlemagne would be his enemy, and he was immensely pleased with the situation before him--what could be more pleasing than the stiff-minded and clumsy tactics of his opponent, like the Yamato god of war, General Nogi Noshinori? Faced with the enemy's impregnable fortifications and the dead and wounded soldiers, the gods of war couldn't help but ask angrily: "Excavator のどの家が强いですか?...... Such a picture is so beautiful that people dare not look at it.

Even if they are given more advanced weapons, there is no doubt that the conformity of the old way will lead to ultimate defeat.

"It's just to avoid the worst-case scenario, so it's necessary to give them a little catch-up lesson. ”

A wry smile sounded from the side, and Jerus straightened his back and nodded slightly.

Scratching his hair without grace, staring at the target paper he was carrying back, Roland muttered as if he were speaking to himself.

"Otherwise, you're in trouble. (To be continued......)