Demon Lord 3

The enemy was beside me, I dodged them and got past them with a somersault, and there was no need to make such a big fuss. But everyone was still worried, and they dressed me up like an inflatable doll. I also knew that these grown men were all well-intentioned, but there was nothing I could do. Although being a group pet was enviable, I couldn't refuse. In the military camp, I didn't feel that it was the same as the battlefield. I felt that it was a bit cordial. Everyone was talking and laughing, but the moment before they went to the battlefield, everyone's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if they were ready to die and could eat people. After drinking that bowl of wine, everyone's life seemed to have entered a countdown. Perhaps this countdown Some people can press the pause button, but some are gone forever. Tomorrow's sun will rise as usual, but some people will remain in yesterday forever. There are no vows of love, no grand farewells, but something is missing. Time and again, charging into battle, I feel that this war has entered a white-hot stage. I didn't expect that the frequent battles day in and day out would also cause me great fluctuations. I feel that emotionally, they must have family and friends, but why did they choose this path? They would choose to fight alongside us, even preferring to be our subordinates, our hands. Are they born to do these things? Of course not, but why do they do this? Of course it is the belief in their hearts. They hope for peace in their homeland, but perhaps we are the fuse that provokes the war. But if the world is not close to breaking up, how can we easily provoke a war? Time and time again, we come out of self-blame and go back into self-blame. Is it our own fault or the world's fault? We cannot blame others, but we cannot blame ourselves easily, because blaming ourselves can only boost others' morale and destroy our own prestige. But blaming the world means that the world is wrong. Without our participation, the world may not be like this. Whose fault is it? Maybe no one is wrong, maybe we are all wrong. Time passed by minute by minute, and we also learned a lot in this world. We charged into battle again. I wanted to stop them, but I didn't have the strength. I had no right to stop them. I had no right to stop them. I had no right to say that if I asked them not to go, we would have failed, and the deaths of those who had died before would have been in vain. If I asked them to go, they would also sacrifice one after another. Every time someone died in battle, no one came to collect the body, and no one cared about them. Everyone found a place to bury them near where they had lived. After returning, they did not celebrate their survival, but just thought that they had survived by chance this time. They would be promoted and have a special status in the barracks. They would lead the later soldiers to charge into battle, but the officers would always be in the front. They were the ones who survived the last war, but they were also the most dangerous in the next one. The younger recruits ran in the back and were often protected. The older officers ran in the front because they had more experience. Their good luck would eventually run out, but they were willing to use their flesh and blood to protect the newcomers behind them. Suddenly, I fell asleep here too. I don't know how, but I fell asleep inexplicably. Maybe I didn't even fall asleep in the bed, but in the armchair next to me. I slept soundly here too. In my dream, I met the True God again, but not the shadowy figure from before. The True God told me that the world had already been saved by us, that we didn't need to work any harder, and that we could just continue with the current development. But I didn't believe what the True God said. I told him we must do better. He said that the rest would be a waste of effort and that we should end it quickly. But I knew that ending it now was wishful thinking. I asked him how to end it, and he told me to figure it out myself, that he couldn't tell me. I said he was unethical and that he should tell me now, that he should treat me as a friend. But he smiled and asked me what friendship meant. Could the True God be my friend? Yeah, why should I want to be friends with the True God? How could someone of his stature and status be my friend? High-ranking people enjoy and endure solitude, but what about me? Am I going to continue to exist in this humiliating situation?