Chapter 33 Humanoid Weapon 3

[I said.] The system spoke hesitantly, [The Imperial Army will die in the end, so why waste your time and energy on this?]

Hearing the system's words, Yan Bei stopped flipping through the documents in his hand. After a while, he slowly spoke, "I just think that there are still many normal people here. There is really no need for them to be buried with this corrupt empire."

Yan Bei had been in the small world for a month. During this month, he found that the entire empire was rotten from top to bottom. In the imperial army, which best embodied power and status, this gap and hatred were even more vividly displayed.

Throughout the entire military, the rich bully the poor, the big bully the small, and serious cases of bullying are numerous. For the children of the nobles, enjoying bullying is as easy as eating and drinking water.

Twenty percent of the nobles occupied all the military positions, while eighty percent of the soldiers were recruited from the civilian population. They were the real fighting force of the imperial army, but they were bullied every day and lived in dire straits.

These have nothing to do with Yan Bei. After all, his mission is only to ensure that the rebels and the protagonists win the final victory. The mess left behind by the corrupt empire will naturally be the responsibility of those who will take over in the future.

[But I am a marshal now, right?] Yan Bei asked back.

[A puppet marshal without memory.] The system responded quickly.

After a pause, the system spoke again, "Your energy is always limited, why don't you find a helper?"

【Help? 】

[Yes, didn’t you just find a reason to get rid of the adjutant sent by the emperor? Now this position is vacant.]

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The other side of the military.

While the group of officers were out having fun and being taught a lesson by the new marshal, Lance practiced alone in the virtual combat classroom for a long time. After dark, he took a quick shower, packed up, and prepared to go back to the dormitory.

But just as I approached the door, several familiar voices came from the other side of the corridor.

Lance felt something was wrong and immediately tried to walk back to avoid these people, but they were faster than him.

"The old man's lackey! Bastard!!! How dare he actually do something to me!"

"Okay, save your energy, Dieter. Didn't you contact your dad last time?"

"Damn it! I get even angrier when you mention this! Dad doesn't care about me! He even scolded me and told me to behave myself!"

"It's too bad, Dieter. Otherwise you should just listen to him..."

"How is it possible - Ha, little black dog! Why did you run so fast when you saw me, the master?!"

As soon as he heard Dieter's voice, Lance immediately planned to jump out of the window and escape, not considering that this was the third floor. What a pity! Why did they appear in the dormitory at this time?

"Go - bring him back to me." He was obviously not surprised by Lance's escape. Dieter raised his chin towards the followers behind him, and immediately three or four young and strong men rushed up.

By the time Dieter, Couronne, Garcia and a few others walked slowly down, Lance had already been pinned to the ground by them.

Looking at the pair of boots moving towards him step by step, Lance's heart was pounding and he couldn't help but clench the thing hidden in his hand.

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"Run, why don't you run?" Dieter kicked the paralyzed and unresponsive body under his feet, sat down on the chair brought by his attendant with boredom, turned around and complained to Kuvaren, "This dog won't resist at all now, it's not as fun as the ones I played with before."

Kuvaren chuckled and squatted down next to Lance. "How about trying something new? Didn't you get a fun medicine last time?"

"Oh - there's that one!" Dieter's eyes lit up, "It's a pity I don't have it with me. You, go and run it for me."

"Okay, okay." The man who was casually pointed at by Dite did not dare to hesitate at all and immediately trotted out.

But he had just walked a short distance when he ran into Yan Bei and his entourage who were going out late at night.

The man was startled and tried to hide from them from the other side, but the accompanying officer had already seen him and shouted from a distance, "Which battalion are you from? Why are you still wandering outside at night?"

The man saw that the situation was not good, so he immediately turned back and apologized, "I'm sorry, sir, I just forgot the time. I'll go back now!"

After saying that, he wanted to leave again, but the accompanying officer was not fooled by him. He grabbed the man by the collar and questioned, "I remember you are the guy who follows Dieter all day long. What did he ask you to do to wander around alone so late at night?"

"That's not the case, sir..." The man smiled flatteringly, "Please, sir, let me go this time."

"Be honest and stop talking nonsense!" The accompanying officer was not moved by his flattery and punched the man in the stomach without hesitation. Just when he was about to punch him a second time, he suddenly remembered that the new leader who had just issued new regulations strictly prohibiting lynching was standing not far behind him, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Hey! What the hell is Dieter doing now? You'd better stop trying to hide it. Otherwise, you know the punishment for violating the rules."

The accompanying officer put the man down and coughed, pretending that he was not the one who violated the rules just now. However, the man was a little unsteady on his feet due to the punch, and was about to fall to the ground as soon as he was put down.

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it hurts……

It hurts so much, so much, so much...!

Fists and knives kept raining down on him and there was no escape. Even if Lance curled up, they still had room to vent their anger and commit violence.

There was no place on his body that didn't hurt. His eyes were red and swollen, and his vision was red. The mocking, hateful, evil faces of the devils twisted in front of him, and the insults, curses, and quarrels became distant and near. His consciousness was blurred, but the endless anger in his heart burned fiercely. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, I hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it!

Kill them! Kill them! Why? Why? I am a human being too! Why do you treat me like this?

Die together, die together, die together!!

! !

!

I'm going to kill them.

The sounds beside my ears faded away, and the noisy roar in my heart gradually subsided. Only a desperate, destructive, and desperate thought took root in my mind.

He had made many arrangements beforehand. The switch that could allow him and these guys to die together was hidden in his left hand. As long as he pressed it, this area would be destroyed by the explosion in an instant, and no one would be able to escape.

He had originally not intended to do this, but now it seemed that he had to do it. Thinking of this, Lance subconsciously clenched his left hand again, and just as he reached out to press down, a hand suddenly pinched his wrist.

With his fingers restrained, Lance discovered to his despair that he couldn't even do this.

"Hey - look, this guy has his hands clenched tightly. It turns out that he has hidden something inside." Garcia had been watching coldly, but at this moment he suddenly walked over and reached out to hold Lance's hand.

"What is it?" Dieter frowned, "Open it and take a look."

We can't let them take it away! Lance struggled desperately with the hand that was holding him, but how could he compete with Garcia when he was seriously injured? The fingers that were clenched into a fist were easily pried open one by one, and the small starter was taken away. Lance's twisted and deformed hand fell down powerlessly.

Lance lay on the ground, watching Garcia lift up the starter and show it to everyone. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they realized what it was used for.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha!" Kuvaren was the first to laugh out loud, and then the others followed him and laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, you stinky dog, you don't expect to use this thing against us, do you?"

"You really are risking your life!"

After a short rest, Dieter regained his energy. He squatted down, stretched out his hand to grab Lance's hair and lifted up his face, which was covered with blood and wounds. He smiled mockingly and then whispered in his ear, "Are you still thinking about... blowing me up?"

"Hahahahahahaha!" Dette was amused by his own words again. He let go of Lance's head, sat on the ground, patted the grass and laughed.

The cold hatred and despair almost suffocated him.

Lance lay on the ground, and for a moment he thought that if he could die quickly it would be a favor from the goddess.

However, all the demons around suddenly became quiet, just like a pot of boiling water suddenly cooling down to freezing point.

A series of footsteps were heard, neither fast nor slow. Dite and his companions all froze and looked in the same direction.

At the door, a figure in a neat suit and with long hair hanging down walked in. He walked out from the dark night, but his whole body seemed to be glowing.

All the emotions in Lance's heart were cleared in an instant. He stared blankly at the figure walking towards him, again and again. He could hear the sound of the soles of the shoes hitting the ground, and his heart was beating uncontrollably with the sound.

Boom, boom, boom…

Amid the sound of his heartbeat that was like a drum, Lance slowly closed his eyes.

Yan Bei walked around the few stunned people and went straight to the unconscious Lance. He squatted down, roughly examined his injuries, and then ordered his entourage to take him for treatment.

After arranging these things, Yan Bei slowly stood up, his face expressionless, and he glanced at the people present indifferently.

"You have violated military discipline and bullied your colleagues. Let's settle accounts with you all."