This naughty female devil named Vera is not stupid. On the contrary, she is an extremely difficult-to-deal with woman with a scorpion-hearted heart. She has an IQ and an EQ that are equal to, or even better than, her delicate figure.
.
It's a pity that she never used her body and intelligence on the right path, but all this is not important to Malashenko. This man who vents his long-suppressed negative emotions is not interested.
Don't care either.
"To be precise, I was born in a world more than 40 years ago. It was a future world that was far more beautiful than today."
"The vast majority of people in the world can live their own beautiful life in peace and ease, and they don't have to be poisoned by you dirty and evil Nazi fascists. It is a beautiful era that belongs to us, but without you
It’s for these fascists!”
Malashenko's unrelenting efforts are still continuing, completely destroying a person's soul and will, and this is just the beginning.
"Everything you fascists have worked hard for and so-called "struggle" will be turned into the dust of history, and will be crushed into powder amidst the roar of cannons and the violent surge of the torrent of steel!"
"No one will dare to openly mention your names, your consciousness, your symbols or any symbols on the streets of Berlin. Violators will be punished by the harshest laws!"
"Look, how sad this is, isn't it? So pitiful that it's worse than a slug~ You think that for all you have paid, not even a scum will be left, and even your descendants will be cursed and spitted.
You deserve the infamy you deserve! I’ve never liked that word so much!”
"You bunch of scum that are worse than animals will be nailed to that most filthy and ugly pillar of shame forever, forever! Eternally! And my arrival will make it even more impossible for you to stand up. I will make you
Fascist scum go to the frying pan of hell to feel the torment!”
"Go to hell with your damn head of state and this evil black empire! Countless souls who died unjustly and the undead warriors who fought against Fascism will be waiting for you in hell! Even after you die, trash like you will die.
Live the pain! Forever!"
It's hard to say whether Malashenko's words were listened to by this devilish devil, but there was still more or less her own hope on her incredibly frightened face. Although her twisted and morbid beliefs had
Full of cracks, but not completely destroyed.
Malashenko smiled, with a strange and unpredictable smile, and gently stroked the table knife in his hand, which was more like a boning knife. It looked particularly eye-catching under the dim light of the fire behind him.
If there is really an executioner in hell who is responsible for giving Nasuga's head, then this is probably it.
"Then all this can be easily explained. Why did you bunch of bastards lose so miserably at my hands? Why can't you try every means to get rid of me, this big trouble? Haha~heheheha~"
"Because, I know all your plans and everything. Those things really happened in history and were completely recorded in the history books."
"Where is the next target of your fascist action? I know. What kind of combat plan are your generals planning in their heads? I also know. I also know what new weapons and equipment you will invest in the next step. I know its
performance, know its weaknesses well, and know how to counter them and guide our Soviet military industry to develop and manufacture weapons that target your weaknesses."
"Do you think your Germans are building war machines that they are proud of? Are you building world-famous German tanks? You are just producing piles of industrial garbage, do you know that?"
"Isn't it sad that your so-called new weapons are already obsolete before they leave the factory? Ah? After working for a long time, in the end nothing can be done to stop it or change it. On the contrary, it will die faster."
"I like reading books. In the future world, I am not a Russian, and of course you don't need to know who I am. Before I came to this world, I had already given everything you fascists have.
The weaknesses are all engraved in my mind. It’s just a matter of transferring the words in the book to my memory. It’s so easy. Why are you playing with me? Are you risking your life? Huh?”
"I know the future, and I can predict time. Even if the gears of time are slightly adjusted, I still know the general direction in which it should turn. What kind of divine ability is this! Don't you think you dare to fight against the Chosen One?
Is this so stupid that it makes people laugh? Pigs are smarter than you fascists! You fascist scum will never escape from the clutches of me, Malashenko! Never even think about it!"
If the twisted and morbid faith had already been riddled with cracks, then this faith was already shattered and collapsed.
You can choose not to believe it, but please think about it rationally.
Everything this man said was consistent with what actually happened. Everything that seemed unreasonable and puzzling before was interpreted by him in the most perfect and truest words.
the truth.
You can't convince yourself that what he said is a lie, precisely because you can't find the truth that has been bothering you for a long time, and even more because the truth of what you hope is a lie is more shocking, devastating, and unstoppable than ever before.
, enough to destroy all cognitions and beliefs, whether normal or pathological.
Looking at that empty and numb expression, I am afraid that the entire thinking and consciousness may not have been completely washed away by the violent flow of information pouring in like a flood, but for Malashenko, who is about to come to an end in the game, it is still not the end.
end.
"There's something that might interest you, I'm sure of it."
"When will Fascism be destroyed? There has to be a time, right? This is inevitable."
"In the future world I live in, next year will be May 8, 1945. That will be the day when you bunch of scum-like German fascists will be completely destroyed! The red flag will be planted in the Reichstag earlier.
The spire and the streets will be filled with a sea of cheers from countless Red Army soldiers, leaving no trace of the struggles of you fascist scum in Berlin."
"But there is a premise. There is no me in the world of that timeline. Malashenko was a martyr who died in a T34 tank in 1941."
"The door of destiny is slowly opening, and the gears of time have been sped up. Even I can't accurately predict the precise time of that day. But the only thing I can guarantee is that you fascist scum will be in my
You will die faster in the palm of your hand! Doomsday will hit you on the top of your head in advance! I will personally tear everything you are proud of to nothing, and then trample it hard under my feet with the iron hoof of the Red Army! Let you
These bastards will never be able to stand up again!!!"