The burning ideal made Maximus feel the cold at all. He imagined the thick mud on the ground as those ministers who betrayed him, digging out their strength from their weak bodies, and walking hard every time. He had to pull up a military force, and no matter the outcome of the war, he had to have the violence to maintain the regime - no need to manipulate too many people, just form an orderly armed force, manipulate the leader of the armed force to ensure the achievement of military goals, and the rest would survive and gather all manpower, weapons and other resources under his command under pressure - Maximus believed that his stupid brother would definitely not be able to maintain the front line, and it would be a matter of time before that, and he had to summon all available forces.

"The messenger is ready, your majesty. We can set out soon!"

A smartly stunning armed civilian came forward to report that the black costume he wore was almost impossible to see clearly under the shadows. He and the so-called messengers all came from the Atiran civilian clan. To be precise, the deserters Maximus encountered at present only came from the civilian clan. This is easy to understand. After all, the most tragic front of this war is here. It is quite irresponsible to throw civilians who have not been trained or even mutated by Terrigen into the battlefield. Maximus regarded it as a waste of resources.

"Bring food, Ronnie, bring half of the food and medicine." Maximus slowed down his tone. He only manipulated Ronnie, the captain of the messenger team, without the symbols he engraved. Others imitated it out of worship or ritual. Although only drawing symbols on their faces, they could also indicate their identity. "Those people must be hungry. Find them, take them to shelter, and select more available messengers and send them to more places. Don't be limited to this settlement, all other clans must have our messengers."

Maximus looked at his team.

From some point on, he had a high fever, his skin was as hot as his soul was burning, and his vision was so hot that it was hard to extricate himself. His consciousness was not affected, and the tinnitus and whispers that flocked to him made him think that it was the auditory hallucination he heard. His mind was still strong, at least what he thought he was, Maximus thought he could accomplish this career.

"We are going to carry out a reform that is unique in Atiran's history, my ministers."

He cheered up, raised his voice slightly, and glanced at the crowd hidden in the dark with his scorching eyes. The eyes that looked at him told him that what he did was right, that he was fulfilling the duties of the King of Atiran, who was heading towards an invisible throne.

"I told you my identity, I am Maximus, the orthodox heir to the throne of Atiran. I can tell you that years of corruption have made the royal family bloated, and the Black Bat King deceived you, and they transferred the security forces to the Genetic Council instead of sending them to the front to defend against the invaders, and they regarded their lives as gems and you were just mud. The glory of the royal family has been defiled by those ambitious people, and the responsibility of the nobles has become an excuse for their greed... No, I refuse to accept this result, they shame our ancestors... We will form a new Atiran, an Atiran who can protect you and feed you. This is why I call you. I noticed that you have drawn symbols for yourself, and from then on, this will be the symbols we use to distinguish identities."

He paused for a moment.

"Don't go to the front line, my friends. I will not waste your life on the front line." Maximus said. "Go to the lower floor, go to industrial areas, go to water plants, go to food processing plants and farms. We want to restore food, water and weapons supplies, we want to pay every step of the enemy's entry into the battlefield. At this critical moment, even the Alpha Primitives must become our strength. Another team will go with me to the Genetic Laboratory, where we will get enough Terrigan crystals that we all use, and then we will throw down the weak Kerry Empire weapons in our hands and win the war with our proud talents!"

He knew that the hundreds of people in front of him were not enough to leverage the entire battlefield, and he would not be stupid enough to put this untrained armed force on the front line. He saw from the memories of deserters the rapidity of the human genetically modified warriors, and the horror of the steel torrents rolling over the buildings and the human body.

The response kept ringing in the dark, and the fanatic emotions extended straight to the tunnel not far away, wrapping everyone present in it. In Atiran, genetic mutations were related to social status. The Terrigan fog that these civilians could obtain in childhood may not have as much smoke as a psychedelic smoke. The promise made by Maximus means that they will leapt to the upper class, which is the greatest motivation for these civilians who are almost unable to eat enough and have a circulating nutrient block in their stomachs.

If possible, who wouldn't want to eat fresh food?

No one knows why this emotion occurs, nor does he realize why he is so susceptible to incitement, but Maximus can be sure that these people will use their lives to complete the instructions he gave, and he can also be sure that he has not affected the minds of these people. Not all civilians have been affected, and only armed personnel are treated like this, because he hopes that these people can use weapons like arms and fingers. He just displays his mind reading ability and summarizes all information into his brain to make a judgment - it can also be said that this is to discover the unstable factors in the team in time - since someone has broken free from his influence, and for the sake of safety, he has begun to eliminate the unstable factors. Several reconnaissance teams he sent are for this purpose, and those people cannot return to the shelter alive.

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He shook his fingertips of his fingertips. In his memory, he only felt this way when he lost his temper when he was young. This was the result of excessive excitement, which led to insufficient blood supply to the ends of his limbs. Maximus reflected it in time, and he realized that the fanatical emotion seemed to have affected him, but when he took advantage of the blink of an eye and tasted every word he said, the feeling disappeared again, as if he had been maintaining his rationality.

Maximus turned to look at another team, an army of armed civilians.

To be precise, it was an army composed of different deserters who selected physically strong men. Everyone accepted his mental manipulation rather than only the military leader. This was not a high-intensity mental manipulation. That kind of manipulation would completely lose the self-awareness and completely lose the ability to think rather than just change cognition. Even if he replaced some of the thoughts in these people's minds and retained the thinking ability of these soldiers, this was still an urgently recruited civilian. He had to compress his military knowledge and stuff it into the minds of these people as a seed. At the beginning of Atilan's unification, the royal family monopolized all knowledge, among which military knowledge was only learned by the royal members and military commanders. Without this knowledge, these deserters would madly manipulate guns like before and fire the steel needle ammunition of the electromagnetic projectile rifle onto their toes.

"Terrigan Lab, Lord Maximus?"

"No, we're going to another place."

He will lead the team to another place, a destination he must go to.
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