July 10, 557, New Yuan calendar.

Cruzd Federation, Binglin Province, Binglin City, "Scream of Steel Flame" palace, "The Main Hall of the Gingland", "The Chief Executive Office".

Originally, in this month, except for the extreme cold zone, most other territories with temperate continental climates have entered the flaming summer.

But strangely, temperatures across the federal government, especially in Binglin Province, have plummeted since the Federal Commission ordered the transfer of large numbers of troops to the Extreme Cold Zone and carried out the most critical military operations in recent years.

The ancient bronze bell of the "St. Ivan Cathedral" in the middle area of ​​the city has just rang twelve times. Humans, who should have been radiated by the hot sunlight, did not feel any warmth. Instead, it was an extreme feeling, as if it was the disharmonious coldness from the Lingming Land.

The clouds were covered with dark clouds, and they were covered with dark fuel, which was applied to the dark canvas. The afternoon wind was stirring and the thunder was noisy, and in less than a moment it completely covered the eternal sunlight, forming a landscape like night.

Holding a rolled flag in his hand, Kuka quickly walked towards the palace's office area and approached the gate.

He looked up at the sky. The area that was streaked by lightning, combined with the pile of clouds, made Kuka feel like an evil, indescribable monster god squirming with seven or eight tentacles hidden in it. He was opening his bloody mouth, revealing his black and dirty teeth, as if he wanted to swallow all life in the most cruel state.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing, Kuka walked up the stairs that were cleaned many times, still stained with dirt and subtle red marks that could not be removed all year round.

Today he deliberately changed into a white shirt, so he did not dare to get close to the railings that were still mottled and rusty even though they were wiped.

Halfway through the stairs, Kuka gasped for a while, his back against the wall, and his eyes were staring at the huge window that had been built in the second era.

This is the palace, which has now been converted into a Federal Commission office building, and was designed at the beginning of its establishment.

It is wrapped in tempered glass on both sides, and the inside is a delicate pattern that is bent by metal and folded together.

Although the Federal Council has not been able to completely resolve the "unintentional crisis" after the SGD, almost every Chief Executive has no flaws in private morality. Even the most greedy David Rurik still chose to donate the hoarded goods and new rubles to the homeless people in several major cities in Iceland and Waters Province before his death.

Whether it was overwork or something, when the short and subtle sunlight burst out from the gaps of the dark clouds and shot straight towards the huge window, Kuka discovered that the window seemed to have briefly become a curtain developed at the peak of the old empire and used to receive projector pictures.

On the left side is a golden light, which contrasts with hundreds of human dragons, Emperor Cruzder, the simple patterns of humans setting sail to explore the ocean, as well as the round and unmodified sun at the top.

On the right half is the dragon clan's final resistance during the "Karov End War". The human warrior held a sharp sword, and two giant dragons leaned against the mottled and about to collapse the stone pillar for the last time. But at the bottom, there is a dragon egg pierced by thorns and the wheel of fate that is almost about to walk out of the picture.

The dim environment, the palace that has not been repaired in a century, the winding gas lamp pipes on the walls, and the bright and dark picture scroll made Kuka a little dazed for a moment.

After the pitiful sunlight dissipated, he shook his head vigorously to dispel this strange feeling.

Finally, I walked to the top of the palace, and made a few simple jokes with the two private personal security guards guarding there, then knocked on the wooden door and walked into Vasily's office.

"Have you brought the stuff, Kuka." As soon as he entered the door, Vasily asked impatiently.

"That's it, Lord Vasily, this is the best tailor in Binglin City overnight." Kuka said, closing the door, spreading the flag in his hand and laying it on the simple wind wooden table used for reception.

Stand straightened, Vasily got up from her seat, bent down and looked at the flag carefully for half a minute before sweeping away the seriousness and coldness of the accumulated dust on her face. She smiled with satisfaction and nodded, stroked the flag and said:

"What an excellent work, Kuka."

"Yes, Lord Vasily." Kuka responded, pointing at the pattern on the flag and introducing:

"This flag is made of red fabric, replacing the old empire or yellow national flag, or the three-color royal flag. It not only reflects the inappropriate statement that we are breaking the so-called "divine authority" of the old empire and the "emperor is a slave to the gods", but also reflects the unity and struggle of mankind.

"Of course, it also expresses the supreme wish of the Federation, which is to destroy all injustice that overrides others, and after the SGD crisis is over, create a new era in which people from all over the world coexist harmoniously, and no one is oppressed, peaceful, prosperous, safe and friendly."

"That's natural, and that's why our predecessors were able to replace the old empire so quickly and establish a new federation. However, Kuka, I hope that the 'harmonious coexistence of man' will include all kinds of psychics, but not the lost ones." Vasily said with contempt:

"They always need the influence and education of their thoughts to completely transform the spiritual world eroded by evil spirits in order to completely transform into psychics and receive our acceptance. The extraordinary power makes them feel contempt and superior to us in species, and the pain they suffered before the change makes them have nowhere to vent their anger, which is usually extreme when thinking about problems.

"Not mentioning other lost people who oppose the Federation, just about the lost people who cooperate with us. When the "Evolution Station" is all activated, we have enough energy to eliminate the "unintentional people". After the "restart era" is opened, I will personally invite them to the capital, and by guiding them to regain their human nature education, let them understand responsibility, fraternity, justice and courage." Vasily said, sighing and shook his head:

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "We cannot completely expel them from the world physically, so only by transforming them into the 'qualified psychopaths' we expect can we completely end this race polluted by the 'unhearted human virus' and end their existence. By then, they will no longer be the losers who bring evil and irritability. I hope that they can become humans."

"Sir Vasily, you are so great." Kuka exclaimed from the bottom of his heart:

"You do not agree to directly destroying them with physics, nor do you want to completely exclude them from the human world. Instead, through transformation, we give them the right to be "born as human". In this way, we will not go to the distorted "park" dream of the Sunny people, the injustice of the Putoya separating aliens, and the fearless sacrifice of the Khitan Ris fighting to the end. Transformation can better reflect the greatness of the Federation than deliberate assimilation.

"By the way, Lord Vasily, look. The yellow sword edge above this flag symbolizes us to uphold the power of light and cut off the shackles of the night, and this double-headed eagle, as an eternal symbol of Cruzde culture, is also held by us forever."

"That's right." Vasily nodded, quite satisfied with Kuka's explanation.

"So..." Kuka continued to point to the content of the flag and said:

"The flying double-headed eagle means that the Federation has absolute strength to end the SGD crisis, and the sharp claws extending are the Federal Council that coordinates everything. We seize the sword, the sword forwards, and point directly at the gods, which means that we do not believe in any Lord Demon Elf, the light and dark god, nor are we the so-called vassal created by the Creator, but truly independent individuals.

"We do not rely on the emperors of the old empires, nor on the so-called gods of the order, but use the most praiseworthy courage and power of humanity to continue to fight until the final victory is achieved. This "eagle claw sword edge" flag conveys this message to all Cruzed humans:

"The supreme principle hangs above the sword, and the eternal destiny is held between humans. Gods actually do not exist, ancient power does not exist, and the Creator does not exist. If they exist, it will inevitably be impossible to put humans in the quagmire of crisis and wasteland. If they exist, they would have appeared to save us long ago. Therefore, if they want to end the crisis and win, we can only rely on ourselves."

"Enough wonderful, Kuka." Vasily applauded:

"You are still as determined as ever, which is very good, and it means you are not corrupted by those lost. With this new flag..."

Vasily said, picking up the new flag of "Eagle Claw Sword Edge", and speaking firmly, then asked:

"We are indeed not far from our final victory. Kuka, do you know why this summer is not as hot as before?"

"I don't know, Lord Vasily." Kuka replied, coughing a few times to relieve the dry mouth caused by excessive excitement just now.

"They also knew that the key to activate the most critical 'evolution platform' is the 'utensil' type technological device. The last one of its 'deep ruins' is at the bottom of the 'deep ruins', where the great emperor Ivan Twenty-second was buried." Vasily explained:

"So, the lost people lurking in various cities in the western provinces and cities, the lost people wandering in the wild, and the unintentional people they control are constantly being transported to the front line of the extreme cold special zone. The "deep tragedy" is a war that determines the fate of mankind and the lost people in the future for a hundred years, but has just begun.

"As for the so-called evil gods that the Lost people are concerned about, that is, the savage Late Sogra, the so-called god "Lord of Eternal Red", and the possible order monsters in the wind wall in the ruins, they are not the focus of our attention.

"Kuka, you and I are very interested in the culture of Khitan Ris. Then you naturally have played a chess game they designed that has been passed down for thousands of years?"

"You mean, Go?" Kuka asked.

"That's right, Go. This arrangement and combination surpasses all the atoms in the universe and has its endless charm. The entire "Evolution Platform Plan" is just a carefully designed chess game. We are the party who is in charge of the white chess, and the loser is the party who is holding the black chess. Now, the layout stage of this chess game has been completed and is about to enter the most intense mid-game battle." Vasily said, getting up, staring at the federal map in front of him, with his back to Loka, and ordered:

"The old empire 'electromagnetic pulse rifle' and 'multi-laser cannon' weapons that were replicated before can be put into actual combat inspection. I estimate that there should be one or two hundred [warriors] who are trained in 'weapon use'. You, Kuka, will set out tomorrow and take them and equipment to the camp near the 'artificial lake'.
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