"Bang!!"
After an extremely exaggerated crashing sound, a stone pillar in the desert was directly broken.
"Hurry and save them!!"
Following the extremely exaggerated crashing sound was a slightly panicked cry for help. The exhausted Liver and his group fumbled to move the rocks away. However, unlike what they had imagined, Lancer, who was buried under the rocks, seemed to be in much better shape than them?
"Yo~!"
Looking at Lancer, who still had the mood to greet them, the others were immediately filled with frustration. Even the usually serious Liver directly let go and leaned against a pile of broken rocks to rest, and the others followed suit, putting down the rocks in their hands and sitting on the ground.
You have to know that unlike Lancer, who was a true man for 6 minutes after drinking Mega Dash Juice, the people who ran out with Lancer were all exhausted. Especially Liver and his two companions, who were already injured, had their wounds burst open, making them look miserable.
"Everyone, it's time to go."
Although they had just escaped from that city, they were still not safe.
According to Liver plan, if they were lucky, the city would fall into chaos first, and they would hopefully start a civil war, so they wouldn't have time to deal with them. But looking at the 'smoke dragon' in the distance, they knew that the life of 'fleeing' had just begun.
On the other side, Lancer, who had regained the use of his limbs, also dug himself out from the middle of the broken rocks, but his right arm had almost lost all feeling.
Indeed, when using the skill, it would theoretically continue as long as 'stamina' was not exhausted or a target was hit. But in reality, this was not a game. There were many ways to stop him, such as uneven ground, a serious injury to the user, etc. But Lancer didn't want to be so grotesque, so he simply chose a 'target'.
That's right, it was the giant rock he had discovered when they were heading to the city. The skill stopped, but the injuries caused by the recoil made him not want to act so recklessly again for a while.
When Lancer returned to this city, it was already more than a week later. After retreating with Liver and his group, they quickly found the main force that was 'clearing' the area. After that, there was no need to say more. While the group received treatment, they also handed over the map of the large town they had found to the commander of this unit, which led to the current scene.
But Lancer, who had calmed down, was thinking about one thing: what should he do?
The previous massacre was more because of inner anger. In reality, neither the Imperial people nor the foreign races had any blood ties to him. He just happened to be in the Empire's territory.
So... he decided to listen to his 'heart'.
When the Empire's army arrived, the fate of this place was already unchangeable.
The town would be breached, the water sources would be polluted, and all the people who survived would be sold as slaves to the Empire...
Lancer was just a soldier. He couldn't and wouldn't stop others, so he only had one choice.
Kill them!
Instead of becoming slaves, being abused, and then dying miserably in a place no one knew about, it was better to let them die here! At least let them die on the battlefield instead of being humiliated!
Lancer, who was wearing armor, didn't even notice his abnormality. He was filled with killing intent and rampaged across the battlefield like a ruthless executioner. No matter who it was, as long as they were in front of him, Lancer would give them 'death'. This was his 'mercy'.
When the flames died out and the entire city was turned into charcoal, the Imperial soldiers, when collecting the bodies of their comrades, would unconsciously avoid a certain area.
The reason for this was not only because there were no bodies of their comrades in that area, but more importantly, because of a certain person who was sitting on a giant rock at this time.
Normally, no matter how strong a person was or how many enemies they killed, it would only be for a certain period of time. After all, as long as they were 'human', their stamina would have a limit. Very few people could truly wield their weapons from the beginning of a battle until the end, but Lancer did it.
This battle lasted for more than two hours, and Lancer, as the vanguard, never stopped. The originally yellowish-brown armor had long been stained dark red with the blood of the foreign races. The breath that continuously came out of his faceplate turned into a white mist because of the low temperature at night, making him look like a demon that had crawled out of hell.
"Lancer, it's time to go back."
"Yes, Captain Liver."
In the end, it was Liver, Lancer nominal captain, who took the initiative to find him. However, Lancer, who was following behind Liver, suddenly stopped when he saw the bodies of the Imperial soldiers being carried away and the foreign race people being driven away by other soldiers.
"Lancer?"
Liver was actually also frightened by Lancer. With his experience, he could naturally see that Lancer use of the lance was not very skillful, but his strong physique, combined with the sturdy armor and large weapon, made him a grim reaper on the battlefield. Lancer sudden stop made him a bit confused, but when he saw that Lancer gaze was on the corpses and slaves to the side, he sighed helplessly. But when he was about to go and console Lancer and walked to his side, he heard the other party mumbling to himself.
'Not enough... I'm still not strong enough...'
Even with Liver temperament, he couldn't help but shiver, because in his eyes, Lancer was just like those unsatisfied executioners on the battlefield.
But what was the reality?
What was Lancer trying to express?
'Not strong enough! If I were strong enough, I could have stopped all of this!'
That's right, Lancer was also a 'tyrant'. He compulsively instilled his own views on all the people he had killed. Maybe some people would have rather become slaves than be killed?
And in reality, he was more aware than anyone else of what he had done, but he also found the key to the matter!
He wasn't strong enough!
If he were an Imperial general, he would have the right to decide how to handle these people!
If his strength was strong enough, then he would have the right to propose his own opinions to the Emperor of the Empire!
On the contrary, overthrowing the emperor had long been ruled out of his plan. After all, he would be leaving in at most 2 years, and he wasn't confident enough to be a ruler.
The Empire had its reasons for ruling this land for a thousand years. Before it became corrupt, it was the best choice. As for the Revolutionary Army?
If Lancer had only been unhappy with the other party's collaboration with foreign races to attack their own country before, then now that he had truly seen the actions of the foreign races, he had a complete disgust for the Revolutionary Army. Could this group of traitors really rule this land well?