Captain wakes up 100,000 year later

Po brought it to the captain in tears. There were tears in the circular flask that seemed to have turned the light bulb upside down. Po shakes his flask, and his tears overflow. Po grins at the captain.

“Captain, did you know that the tears of a dead man's eyes are a very powerful reagent?" ”

“Reagent?”

The captain has no way of knowing the details of the magical driving conditions. Reagents are essential ingredients for using magic, and magic is expressed by three elements: reagents, catalysts, and ciphers.

After the captain shakes his head, Po grabs the rounded bottom of the flask and puts it on his hand. As the water spun around, there was a whirlpool inside.

“The tears of those who are about to die are so accepting of the magic waves with this endless window. This item is irreplaceable in the Catalyst. I've heard that there are tissues that just tear people apart and sell them. I can't believe you pulled so many out. I'm so lucky. ”

Poga knocks on the flask and says,

“This place really is a tear mine. I'd like to bring the wizards of Illuvelas to tears from this facility if you'd like. Will you allow me?"

A red eye that smiles from a basil gives off a charming glow. The captain has put down his coffee.

“Po, I want one thing to be clear. ”

The captain turns his gaze to the crying soldiers in the flask.

“Po. We know there is no other way. Neither they nor we. We must receive their tears and blood somehow. Hold the sword in your hand and push it between the rubble and the bomb and the alien's saturation. ”

The captain looks straight at Po's face.

“That is why we should not forget their manners. They are the 'people’ who have to throw themselves away to protect their homeland. He's not a convicted felon. So, of course, we can't treat them like slaughterhouses that draw the blood of livestock. I will not allow you to cry. ”

Po snarls slightly.

“I'm sorry, Captain. I didn't mean to. ”

“Yes, as much as I'm restraining my emotions, I can understand that. I just want you to take a little more care of the people around you when planning. Are these tears really worth trampling on their human rights? ”

Po wrote something on the palm of his hand and finished the calculation.

“Captain, well, about 10,000 CP a day is available. If you count tears from 2,000 people today. That's about 30 percent of the profits you make from the asteroid regions you acquire and mining industries across Illuvelas. ”

The CP was the index used in this era with no monetary value, representing a percentage of the fleet's total capacity.

Of course, we won't shed so many tears every day, but even if today's trend only lasts a few days, we will have the resources to produce 150 elite Android units once every three days.

Po's face is the face of a man who just apologized, so it was clear and crumpled, and the captain frowned slightly with the idea that the coffee he takes is unusually bitter.

AI Simply Bringing Human Pain Back to Economic Value

Looking at that cannon, the captain felt a heartbeat. The 100,000 years that were lost were breathing in front of me.

“The pain of man has become money." "

The captain stands with the back of his pack.

"Po, tear production is forbidden here in the future. I'll collect the dead separately and use them as soldiers, so tear them apart. ”

An elite squad of death row men is a traditional means of gathering. The death penalty in the Earth's Union was abolished. There was also a role in the human rights movement, but the most important reason was the recruitment of 'human' war resources.

Only the human ‘brain’ can trigger special quantum field codes, causing the imago dei phenomenon. Only this phenomenon considers its body sacred, and combining it with defensive equipment will prevent alien electron warfare.

Therefore, proper reinforcement of these wavelengths was the only way to combat alien electronic warfare contamination.

That is, people. Man has always been the last resort.

So the federal government of the world, the major criminals, the murderers, the child rapers, the traitors, etc. Instead of wasting everyone who was sentenced to death with the condemned dew, he put on an impenetrable combat suit and threw himself into a pool and was thrown into the battlefield surrounded by a moving prison.

However, he who lived in battle with the aliens for 10 years paid for whatever sins he committed and gave him a new identity in his later life. But if it's a problem, the average life expectancy of this "Special Crime Squad" on the battlefield was 34 days.

After all, Po nods, startled. I didn't know what to do with the tough criticism that I didn't want.

“Aye, Captain. We'll be careful in the future.”

“Yes, Po. We will set up a separate death row soon, so go ahead and build and prepare a wizard group such as Khan and Bertica. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

With a slight lift to the end of the dress, Po returns to Illuvelas with a teleportation.

Since the Great Wizard Khan, who had turned from the Lion Army, and Bertica, who had sworn allegiance to the Devil's Heart, was suppressing a 'noble aristocrat' with a Belu in Illuvelas, Po would mobilize them to build an organization.

The captain has called in a great deal.

“Mr. Francesco. ”

“You wanted to see me, sir? ”

The holographic face of Francesco appears. The captain glances at the cheerful soldiers with tears and tells Francesco.

“Please. Please take good care of these young souls. ”

“I'd be happy to, Captain. ”

We've been talking for a long time, and I know how we feel just looking into each other's eyes. As I look at Francesco's bold expression, Tyrant reports that the captain is about to say something more.

[White Bear Bandit Captain, Beus. Damage confirmed. Connection terminated. Defeated by a squad of enemy priests who will serve as commander of the Bear Brigade.]

In the video, the jellyfish spirit pierced Beus' body, wielding a thick dagger. The body curls up, bang and explode, blowing electric sparks all over the place. Scattered steel parts scatter to all directions.

Through the smoke, Samir rushes forward, swinging his cane blade.

[Samir Squad is still in combat. Samir and A34 to A39. A total of 7 Sword Express superiors.]

Samir's "real body" appeared in the video. His body is closed up on the screen, vomiting with intense breathing. Tendon is raised throughout the body and internal organs using errors are exhibiting maximum activity. MRI images that observe the inside of the body record and analyze his body information daily.

“Rrrrghhh!”

With red eyes, the shimmering android wields a longsword in both hands like a madman. Dozens of tentacles pour through the space. While they bounce off the fence and dig inward, other senior knights hovering around continue to pitch.

This was the place where the Android elite battled. The ceiling was crushed by knife-cutting hot butter, which looks like it was touched by Krasus' breasts. The boiling blood is boiling like beef juice and is pouring onto the floor. Knights are running around leaving thick footprints on the sea of blood.

Knights throw out a javelin with errors to avoid tentacles so Samir can get to it. And the thrown spear is returned by magic and handed over to the knights.

This is the march that Samir and the legions of lions have devised specifically against the Sword Master.

If Central Exports withstand the Sword Master at the front, the other knights are the way to suppress the Master's movements with the most powerful throwing weapons.

And fortunately, it worked for Ramon's priests as well. He was a priest who wielded many hands and tentacles, but he was still unable to catch Samir, who had fallen like a mule long after he entered the war.

“Rrrrgh! What a bunch of trifles! You little puppets! ”

The priest is screaming whales.

Samir was very excited, but was trying to keep his cool. A body that doesn't die anyway. Silver Dragon Crassus hovers in the sky. The king's fairy warned him that he saw his own battle. With this, we have all the tributes we can make as a knight.

Mythical battlefield.

Splendid work on monsters.

And the interest in the king's eyes!

“Ahhhhh!”

Samir shouts loudly and sweeps his torso into the void of the passing javelin. And two sharp swords finally cut through the body. The dark blue intestines spill over in the place of the cut.

The blue-eyed priest looks at his torn body, trembling and collapsing on the bloody altar.

“Oh, no! Without them, we must defend the altar, the altar, and the dragon king! Cursed be the Dragon King! Curse! ”

He sighs and disappears. The swearing speech that was shouting furiously also gradually became smaller and smaller like falling leaves. Immediately, the priest is fully empowered and slides over the altar. Samir raises both swords high against the background of a loud shout.

That's it! Promotion! All right, all right! ’

If they knew what Samir was thinking, they would not be as cheerful as they are now, but because Samir's enemy priesthood was so great, they shared the joy of victory with the seven knights who were besieging him, as well as the hundreds of soldiers who soon came to the room of the altar.

[Total of 2,000 first-income troops. 875 remaining units before and after. 224 of the Guardian Kills were lost and 548 of the Red Mother Kills were lost. In total, 353 troop losses in combat, including killing Krasus' allies, will result in a total of 1,125 troops lost in this battle. Enemy Jellyfish troops are now completely disrupted and are scattered to the winds. But the radius of behavior of this jellyfish is a little strange. We're getting out of orbit and out of the planet.]

“Why are we moving outside the planet? Tyrant. Has the enemy guardian's frozen head been restored? ”

[Yes, sir. Operation was ready approximately two hours after it began. You are currently available for conversation. Connect?]

The captain nods. Within the hologram, a flask containing the Guardian's head immediately appeared. Glug and white bubbles rise and disappear in a green, sensitive liquid. My eyes widen, and the Guardian looks around and trembles.

“Where, where! Where am I?”

Ordinarily, I had surgery to excise the eyes while extracting the brain and spine. So was Krasus, except his brain and eyes are united, and he shudders without shutting up. Psychological paragraphs print strange sentences that flutter in all directions, and the water boils in response to the cyanic.

Boo!

Soon after the suppressor kicked in, the guardian's cyanic calmed down again and the water stopped beating.

“Have you found the right mixture of confessors? Tyrant?”

[There were too many cases, so I couldn't find a suitable confessor, but it was fortunate that there were so many subjects, unlike the champion Arden. Instead of a confessional, the larvae have succeeded in synthesizing neurohormone TA114, which signals the Ramon Corps to protect itself. Proper dosing will reduce our hatred for us, and overdosing will make us mistaken for their children.]

“Okay, administer. ”

Immediately, cloudy liquid was sprayed into the flask. The color of the water turns slightly yellow, and the head of the guardian of the green eye suddenly begins to give a loving voice as it trembles.

“Oh dear. Young children. What are you doing here? ”

The captain looked at the screen closely and said.

“What's he looking at? ”

[Well, maybe you're hallucinating like you're looking at a child. If you analyze the psychological paragraphs, you're halfway there. We're running out of time for biosustainability. Ask a question.]

Captain says.

“Why did you try to kidnap the champion? ”

“That's an interesting question for a young child. Well, you know, we have to eat to survive. Through our loyalty to Floraju, we hunt down the champions of the Pantheon. They help seal Ramon. ”

The captain was very fond of these words.

“What? Hunt the Pantheon? ”

[Captain, it sounds like Floraje, who is part of the Leaf Lord, is controlling Ramon's army. Besides, they're saying that they sealed Ramon.]

“We're arguing that they mistakenly hunted us as the Pantheon, Tyrant. Is the confessor working? Maybe you're disseminating the wrong information? ”

[No, sir. It turns out that psychographic analysis is actually confessing to the truth. And there's no trace of a similar memory being planted in brain tissue, either in cyanic or any other way. All memory information recorded in the cross-section that can be physically retrieved between synaptic spaces matches. No sign of tampering.]

The Guardian's eyes narrow.

“If we offer the hunted Black Champion through Sacrifice, the light of Floraju shines through the altar, and we foolishly keep Ramon underground who tried to destroy the Great Crystal. Your teacher would have taught you this. Why we must defend the altar, why we have reason, unlike the monsters of the forest. Just in case the altar collapses. Seriously, this is bad. ”

Scared to death of what he said. You hear Krasus' slightly trembling voice.

“Oh, shit! Captain, look at that land. The stars are splitting like a field of rice that's been hit by my brace. ”

All the fields of view are splitting apart, and a yellow liquid like bubbling pus is gushing out. Deep perception splits apart and a yellow wave rises in between.

Some spray strongly and reach the sky, bending to the left and to the right along the planet's bike and scattering to the four winds. As the trees flipped over and the tsunamis rose from the ground, the whole dimension began to shake.

[Captain, I'm detecting gravitational apes triggering the sensory activity. Mass rising rapidly from 10 billion tons. 250 billion, 300 billion, · · · · · · 55 billion tons. Oh, my God. Giant masses are coming out from under dimensions, as if they were breaking eggs!]

Tyrant screams loudly.

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