Chapter 926 Loyalty!

Thousands of steps.

In reality, Warlander would probably have to stop twice halfway.

However, in the game, when he stepped onto the last step, he was so relaxed that he didn't even breathe.

Looking at the old man wearing golden power armor, standing in front of the hall waiting for him, the warlord looked back at the densely packed figures and torches under the steps behind him, and couldn't help but click his tongue in surprise.

tongue.

At this time, a calm and kind voice floated over.

"My name is Lei Ze."

"I... pangolin," the warlord looked away from behind and looked at the old man in power armor again. Finally, he couldn't help the curiosity in his heart and asked, "Can I ask a question?"

"my age?"

The old man stared at him with eyes full of wisdom, as if he had read through his thoughts.

The warlord nodded and asked simply.

"How old are you?"

Lei Ze raised his gaze slightly, stared at the tall arch and thought for a while before speaking.

"In the 42nd year of the Wasteland Era, we captured the Valeant Laboratory affiliated with the War Construction Committee and obtained all the genetic source code of the Valeant people, which marked that we have completely controlled our own destiny and gained the independence and freedom we dreamed of.

.”

"It was also at that time that Marshal Julius cut my umbilical cord with his own hands and took me out of the broken culture tank... You can do the math for me."

After hearing what the old man said, the battlefield atmosphere team was stunned for a moment.

If he remembered correctly, it was the year 214 of the Wasteland Era.

That is to say...

This old guy is 172 years old?!

Although this age is not a problem in a game with a fantasy background, the main reason is that the game is too realistic and he accidentally used reality as a reference.

"Are you surprised?"

"Indeed..." After suppressing his surprised expression, Warfield nodded and said with emotion, "You are probably the longest-lived person I have ever met."

The old man smiled lightly.

"Living a long time is not a skill. There is nothing to show off. What's more, I am not the one who has lived the longest."

"Are you talking about Lord Marshal?" Warfield Man looked excited, "He is really still alive?"

The respected commander of the Guards did not answer his words, but turned around and walked towards the main hall.

The warlord quickened his pace, chasing behind the scarlet cloak, and followed the old man into the hall.

Towering marble pillars connect the towering dome to the ground, and magnificent reliefs are engraved on each pillar.

There are no bright red carpets or crosses here.

There are no electrified lighting tools either.

The only decorations are milky white marble and utensils made of pure gold.

The Guardsmen in golden exoskeletons held up fire-igniting spears as high as two people and lit the torches embedded in the wall.

Their expressions were solemn and solemn, as if they were performing some sacred ceremony.

As the torches lit up, the originally dark hall was also illuminated by the slowly burning flames.

At this moment, the warlord was surprised to find that there were reliefs carved on the walls on both sides of the hall.

Those reliefs are connected like murals, full of stories, and extend to the end of the hall.

He walked to the wall closest to the door and stood there, looking at the reliefs carved on the wall.

I saw three blazing torches standing on the top of the relief, with three powerful arms connected to the handles of the torches.

The thick arms were like mountains, standing tall and tall. And the flames burning in the torch were as hot as the sun, dispersing the shadows on the ground.

"...This is the post-war Reconstruction Committee period, the 21st year of the Wasteland Era, the beginning of the Velant people's plan and the beginning of the suffering. At the same time, it was also the day the Marshal was born...

Walking to the side of the warrior, Lei Ze reached out and touched the mural. His eyes seemed to be lost in memories, and he spoke slowly in a gentle and solemn tone.

"The Wastelanders gave them mixed reviews, and we call it the era of the Big Three."

Feeling the weight of history, the warlord swallowed involuntarily.

"...the three giants refer to the Technology Department, the Production Department and the Defense Department?"

"Yes."

The old man nodded slowly, and his gold-plated index finger followed the veins of the marble, down the veins on his arm, and stopped at the black spots as thin as gravel.

At first, Warlander thought they were just colorful embellishments, but it wasn't until he got closer that he realized that those black dots were actually miniature sculptures of prostrate people.

His eyes widened involuntarily.

No wonder he always heard Fang Chang say that these big-nosed people were born artists and engineers, and it would be a waste of their talents to let them go to war.

This stone carving skill is simply superb!

"Thousands of survivors have made the glory of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee just like tens of billions of Awami League citizens have jointly made the Awami League prosperous..."

"However, their greatness is also the most overlooked."

"In this way, we unknowingly created a monster, fed it, obeyed it, and finally feared it... and were dragged by it onto a path we had never imagined. In the end, almost everyone forgot that we should

What to do, and what to do.”

Looking at the old man who was lost in memories, the warlord's Adam's apple moved.

"I remember... the Post-War Reconstruction Committee also saved many people."

Lei Ze nodded slowly and said in a gentle tone.

"You're right. If it doesn't save anyone, why is it called the Post-War Reconstruction Committee and not something else? The fire will burn and it's not something to be grateful for. We have to remember those who survived and we have to remember

The one who was burned to death... This mural only records the history of the Weiland people. I believe there must be other murals in this world, or similar things, that record parts that are different from ours."

The warlord also nodded.

He remembered that there seemed to be a cinema in the inner city of Boulder City, which would show some past history and calculations of future possibilities based on what was happening now.

However, that movie theater had been destroyed by a collapsed building during the Great Revolution in Boulder City.

Unfortunately, he has never been there to see it, but only heard it mentioned by the NPC in the game.

Seeing that he did not continue speaking, Lei Ze turned his attention to the reliefs on the marble wall and continued.

"After winning the final victory, the Villants built this Court of Glory as a gift to the Marshal. And the Marshal ordered us...that is, the Praetorian Guards, his most loyal servants, to bring Wilant to

People’s history is engraved on the wall.”

"It's not that we don't have more advanced recording technology, but Lord Julius... our respected marshal said that it is easy to tamper with those illusory lights and shadows, but things carved on stone will not be easily and completely tampered with.

erasure."

"Even if people who came here after us chipped away the entire wall, the traces of hammering would still seep deep into the root of the wall."

"Unless the person who tampered with it completely destroyed this monument, wiped it completely from the earth, and then built a higher, bigger, and more magnificent fake on the ruins."

With the young man behind him, Lei Ze, who was wearing gold power armor, continued to walk forward.

Following behind the old man, the warlord stared intently at the reliefs on the wall.

He first witnessed the rise of Triumph City, and witnessed the war between the Valantians and mutants and predators... These legendary pasts seemed to have happened somewhere before, and the more he looked at them, the more familiar they seemed.

It wasn't until a certain moment that he suddenly realized that these things had not happened before, but had been happening all along.

Such as the conquest of the city of Aventre.

Those miracles who occupied the League of Nations era, possessing advanced technology and huge wealth, but shut out some survivors in the wasteland, are simply carved out of the same mold as the old aristocrats of Boulder City.

But the point of difference is also here.

The Wilrants who conquered the city of Avente did not make the same choice as the Alliance in the end.

They executed the stingy nobles and confiscated the property of the rich, but the poor people did not get any benefits in the end... The Weillant people who conquered the city of Avente regarded them as accomplices and lackeys of the nobles, and took all foreigners

Demoted to slavery.

They carried out a thorough liquidation of the survivors in the city, but only ignored the problem itself.

The casino continues to operate.

In a series of events that took place in the following decades, the Wilantes completely changed from persecuted people to complete persecutors.

The contents on the reliefs are becoming more and more shocking. There is not a trace of red on the milky white marble walls, but the paintings are dripping with blood.

Later, a group of people appeared on the relief.

They have no eyes or mouths, and even the bridge of their noses has been cut off, leaving only one ear.
To be continued...