Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 687 - 514 Military Parade_2

His gaze steadily fixed on a certain spot, where he once stood himself.

Just like him back then, the soldier now standing there was full of confusion.

After the prohibition of "Nostalgic Dulling" had been lifted, these newly created soldiers had a clearer and deeper understanding of "self," which only made the scene before them more bewildering.

At such a moment, the first figure who came to speak before them would undoubtedly leave the most profound impression… just as a duckling fresh from the shell thinks the first moving thing it sees is its mother.

This was also why Weslin initially stepped forward to speak.

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Bai E blinked, his thoughts returning to himself. In a final glance, he caught the number on the breastplate of the soldier now standing in his former position—95B28.

Line 95, Type B production chamber, the 28th batch of manufactured soldiers.

He wondered what the future would look like for him.

Bai E stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his voice, carried by Spiritual Energy, equally resounded across the parade ground, "Welcome to this brave new era, recruits!"

"You are here for this new era, bearing the mission to support it for future generations."

"Our time is filled with endless threats, and sacrifice will be the first word you must learn!"

"The empire is founded upon sacrifice, this is an absolute truth, the blood of martyrs is the seed of the empire, when loyal slaves learn to love the lash, only death becomes the end of duty."

The words he used to make up on the spot for players in the past had finally become a bullet that struck the present him.

It was unclear whether the words he had fabricated had become the oaths that now bound him or if those subconscious utterances were truly the reflection of his inner thoughts.

Only at this moment, as his status had risen, these words had for the first time announced themselves to the world—

"For centuries we suffered in silence, sometimes sprouting briefly under the sunlight, and more often than not, we gasped for survival in the deadly shadows. For countless centuries we fought, we died, we sprinkled the enemy's blood together with our own across innumerable battlefields.

Humanity constantly sacrifices itself, it's our sacrifice that allows the continuity of human blood from generation to generation, not for some great ideal, because sacrifice itself is greater than any ideal.

But perhaps, deep in everyone's heart lies a hope: maybe one day, perhaps ten thousand years later, there will be an era that no longer requires sacrifice, an era in which humanity survives in peace…"

"..."

The more pure the words, the deeper the contemplation they invoked, and the power of the Spiritual Energy Proclamation imprinted these words as pure emotion into the hearts of every listener.

Soldiers unaffected by "Nostalgic Dulling" looked at the commanding officer with the upright stature before them, as if recognizing from the depths of their souls the profound significance behind the intrinsic images in their minds.

"Sacrifice!"

"Our sacrifice is for the future generations to no longer need to sacrifice!"

"The world will be reborn in our hands, we are called upon for this great responsibility to come into the world!"

...

In the end, all thoughts were condensed into the most determined response, "Yes, Sir!"

The unified cry of 2000 people shook the heavens, their resolute intentions even briefly dumbfounding the veteran military officers accustomed to such scenes.

"How come these new recruits seem a bit different?"

City officials who seldom visited and the delegations of the Elf Race may not understand, but these were veterans of more than a few military parades.

Since when did these newly created beings of mixed consciousness become so lucid? Being able to properly respond to orders was already a feat beyond imagination, let alone responding in such unison?

"However, it truly is exhilarating…" Some officers admired the speaker with reverent eyes.

This soldier who rose from the ranks of the manufactured might naturally be a leader; even a few casual lines from him could inspire belief, something that Weslin, the young one, couldn't achieve.

Perhaps… it'd be a fine choice if Weslin just went into a permanent slumber, letting General Bai E stay as the eternal acting marshal of their military district.

"..." The officer skilled in Spiritual Energy stood in silence among the crowd, the fluctuation of the Spiritual Energy Proclamation was quite apparent, and perhaps it was this soul-penetrating capacity that made the new recruits respond with such extraordinary clarity.

But for a powerful psychic, the ability for every offhand remark to bear psychic maxims was nothing out of the ordinary; it could only be said that General Bai E was their military district's destined leader.

...

"This human general certainly has an extraordinary vision, it would have been great if he was born among our Elf Race!"

"With an existence like General Bai E, this city is indeed embarking on a brand new journey."

"Our decision to fully cooperate with them may really be the right choice."

The Elves had been very selective about the human city they would deal with.

But the cities they were interested in did not reciprocate, and there was no need to say more about the cities they had no interest in.

"But, my friends, we need to be clear about one thing..." The brain of the storm was always clear-headed, and the Prophet seldom offered opinions. For internal affairs, there must be an actual person in charge, "Are we cooperating with 'Blackwater City,' or with 'Blackwater City,' with which General Bai E is associated?"

In the calm network of Spiritual Energy, the Elves fell silent, their eyes faintly flickering.

Indeed... humans are never a unified bloc.

...

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Having already left a sufficient first impression on these new recruits, Bai E nodded in satisfaction.

Having achieved his objective, he had no need to continue boosting his profile.

Too much of it, and it would be easy for observing city officials to suspect him of having pretensions of using the troops for his own power.

After all, in the open, these soldiers were always "the city's," not "the military district's" or some "individual's."

Of course, if that "individual" was the lordsor his son, then there would be no problem.

"Now, led by your squad leader, you will register your unique talents to determine the specific responsibilities you will need to assume in future battles!"

Following in Weslin's previous footsteps, Bai E completed the parade ceremony and turned to leave.

The new recruits, now with a slightly clearer goal and direction for their own future paths, left in an even more orderly fashion, led by their respective officers, heading to different places to test their aptitudes.

The city's various factions' observers, satisfied with Bai E's succinct speech and quick departure—

In front of other races, he upheld human dignity in his speech, while showing no hint of ambition to curry favor.

The only curiosity was... who taught him that speech?

The pre-prepared speech was completely unused, wasn't it?

...

The crowd waited in silence before stepping forward one by one.

After brief question-and-answer exchanges, they headed off in two different directions to queue at another location.

The newly created artificial human soldiers, curious, watched as one by one, their peers ahead were taken to unfamiliar directions until it was also their turn at the front.

"What special expertise?" asked the officer behind the shiny alloy desk, his tone cold.

"What... expertise?" the new artificial human soldier subconsciously repeated.

The questioning officer was getting impatient. Did every new artificial soldier need to be explained individually?

His eyes shifted and landed on the chest badge of the new soldier before him — 95B28.

"Wow!"

With an exclamation, the questioning officer jumped from his seat, showing eight yellow teeth in the most amiable smile of his life, his gaze becoming somewhat obsequious as he asked, "May I inquire about your inclination in expertise?"