Chapter 475: Ten. The. Rock (12)

"Angry youth, earth buns, elementary school education...what, the so-called "Legend of the King" and "Pioneer of the King"
Leaving the confidential information of level 2 aside, the Lieutenant Colonel Lieutenant of the Guardian lying on the spring bed tilted his feet and took a sip of coffee and stretched boredly.
According to the data, most of the "Royalist" members of the Charlieman Army are middle and lower-level officers from the countryside, and they are also a rich peasant. I only know that land is the best thing in my life, and the greatest happiness in life is to be a landlord with three or five hectares of land. Even if he joined the pope’s
jihad
against the United Principality of Ross, the main motive was not only faith, but also the covetment of the large undeveloped land. He beat Ross early and planted wheat on that vast land. One of the ideal goals.
The Charliemann Navy, Titans, and the Yalfheim Defence Forces also have right-wing radical organizations, such as the Charlieman Navy
control
, the Titan’s Holy Cross Lily, Yalfheim Defense The "Worrying Sovereign Corps" in the army is an organization of extreme nationalists, chauvinists, and racial superiorists, but there are still some differences.
For example, the members of the "You Guo Shi Tuan" are all graduates of serious military academies. Most of them have traveled through various countries in the name of foreigners, and some have also served as substantive military officers stationed abroad. In their view, with the deepening of the industrialization process and international trade, in addition to the top priority-the founding of the country and independence, Yalfheim must also actively manage overseas colonies and grab the metals and metals that are vital to Yalfheim. Resources such as rubber, grain, spar, and mythril. Passionate about harvesting wheat on the wasteland, like Charlemagne's "Royalist School", is a narrow idea that unsophisticated rural talents would have.
"Well... at first glance, it seems to be a difference in vision. In the final analysis, it is just a divergence in the direction of expansion. Neither elves nor humans, the intelligent species are really good at tossing."
Azdahaka snickered and mocked the lower race mercilessly.
Short-lived, fragile, intelligent species, the population that will die casually.
If the cervical spine is broken, it will die, and it will not be able to regenerate after cutting off the head. If one third of the blood is lost, it will die. Even if you drink a lot of fresh water in one breath, they may die.
Because they are closer to death than ancient species, their attachment to life is stronger. Even for an instant. They also want to continue breathing. In Azdahaka's view, the ugly and beautiful gesture is very...attractive.
Just like the sculptor discovered the best stone, the painter discovered a new kind of paint, Azdahaka became interested in the material of wisdom, especially the human material. Then began to show his "creative" and "talent" "artist" career.
At the beginning. He turned into a rich nobleman. Tempt those girls who adore vanity and abduct them to his "studio" to kill them. By observing the expressions of despair and pain before the girls died, touching the fresh and tender internal organs to feel the colors of life. Intoxicated with the magnificence of death, cheered for the bloodshed and screamed, and sighed for the colorfulness of the internal organs. But after a while, Azdahaka lost interest.
The reason is very simple, the material is too simple, and the reaction to death is relatively similar. After experiencing the initial novelty excitement, it quickly became bored with the women who exaggerated and loved money.
So he began to explore new materials and develop new ideas-the creation called "War".
Azdahaka disguised as a priest walking around, sneaked into a village, and quickly mingled with the local people. Every day use candy snacks and legends to attract children in the village. Gradually, the adults relaxed their vigilance and became accustomed to the scenery around the children around the priest. As everyone knows, in their invisible corners, the seeds of tragedy have been planted.
Azdahaka semi-hypnotized and semi-mandated instilled fairy tales such as "They are the chosen people", "Mother God appointed warriors", and then told these brainwashed children to become God’s warriors, they will also offer an oath of loyalty-
All the adults in the village were killed overnight. When the sun rose, holding bloodied murder weapons and poison bottles, the empty-eyed children left their respective homes, and the priests with kind and smiling faces were waiting for them at the entrance of the village.
"Congratulations, everyone will be a warrior chosen by God, and we will dedicate everything to the mother goddess, and will drop the hammer of sanctions against the pagans who do not believe in the true God."
Facing the endless children, Azdahaka snickered.
Soon, a team named "Junior Holy Crusader" appeared on the northern battlefield. Its members were all minors under 15 years of age. On the battlefield, they showed belligerence and cruelty that adults also feared. The courageous fighting style made the bear clan cavalry feel terrified.
No one knows where they came from, but what they preached was "our faith is the only correct faith, and we are the people who truly serve the goddess of God"-it is especially harsh in the church.
Unsurprisingly, the "Junior Holy Crusader" was designated as a heretic, and was besieged by an adult with several times more troops. Most of the members of the legion were killed on the spot. After being interrogated by the heretic referee, the survivors were also killed. Put on fire rack. This doll army appeared inexplicably, and inexplicably destroyed. From beginning to end, the church did not find the priest in the prisoner's mouth who "guided us and spread the teachings of the mother goddess." After a fruitless search, the event eventually disappeared.
Azdahaka watched his achievements with great satisfaction. As he expected, after these children were sent to the dead, they showed the magnificence that he had not seen so far.
Crazy, desperate, praying, sad, empty-the rich emotions displayed by the children in desperation bring unprecedented stimulation to the three-headed dragon, and the sullen-looking girl was split in half. The mad adult kept chopping on the child's body. The desperate child took out the dagger that killed his parents and cut his throat. The children who cried and cried their parents were tied to the stake of the fire and eventually burned to ashes in the scream...
The unprecedented sense of tremor and excitement came together, and the pleasure brought by the fragile life and moral destruction destroyed the body like an electric current-only war can bring such a strong sense of beauty, compared with the past killings. Not worth mentioning.
Just as the agitated and unresolved Azda Haka was preparing to make persistent efforts, the Dragon Elders Conference summoned him and declared that his behavior violated the Dragons’ prohibition of intervening directly in the wisdom of wars. The old grandpas who had drilled out of the cave of the house unanimously passed a resolution to expel him from the mainland.
After that, Azdahaka came to settle in the archipelago in the southern border, and continued to learn from his old business, transforming his appearance and interfering with the war of the indigenous people, until the guy appeared-
"Lieutenant Colonel Azdahaka, the headquarters called."
The talker broadcasts the audible voice of the operator and switches his mind to the state of affairs~EbookFREE.me~ Azdahaka said:
"read out."
"One hour later, the throat cut operation began, and the operation was hopefully successful."
"To understanding."
After answering, the cabin returned to silence, and an uncontrollable laugh leaked out of his throat.
Ha ha ha-
Whether he is beyond the species or something, one day, he will bite off the boy's neck. Before that, it’s not bad to enjoy the war.
"Good war, good war..."
The ambition and crazy self-talk dissipated in the cabin, as if feeling the dampness of madness, and the several containers carried in the warehouse issued an uneasy restlessness. (To be continued...)
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