Chapter 1267: NO．171：Blind pursuit that will only be used

NO．171：Blind pursuit that will only be used

Kazadeer Military Committee, while undoubtedly a military organization, as Kazadeer's outpost in the Holy Terra Federation rather than a small branch of Rhodes Island, must itself bear very comprehensive functions.

It is both a military base, a publicly traded company, and a homeland for the ethnic group.

Such a trinity requires that the base's members not only be soldiers, but also undertake various workers in all industries during peaceful development.

Therefore, the Sakarz of the Military Committee have all undergone training and are forced to be office workers in their respective fields.

Even some individuals are still students, living a steady, by-the-book life.

For older Sakarz, such stability is truly a dream come true, while the Military Committee as a whole precisely presents an aging trend, giving people the illusion that they can rely on this to be safe and sound.

The illusion is an illusion precisely because while the Military Committee's average age is indeed high, the Sakarz it has absorbed from various hometowns seeking refuge are also genuine.

Aomo's guess on this point is not mistaken; the ratio of regular forces to mercenaries at this base is 6:4, which at first glance appears to be at a disadvantage, not many, but if we take tens of thousands as the base?

Even after undergoing rigorous selection to be chosen for the Frontier Development Brigade, obeying orders, following rules, and having a specialty are primary, yet they are still mercenaries.

There are two kinds of soldiers in this world.

One kind suffers from battlefield PTSD after retirement, anxious all day, yet undoubtedly wants to leave the battlefield.

The other kind uses battlefield PTSD as a guise, actually longing for the gunpowder, bloody smell of the battlefield, and the life that makes the heart race.

Undoubtedly, the latter will be labeled as war maniacs, terrorists, dangerous persons, etc., and regarded as an extreme minority, more commonly found among mercenaries who actively choose the battlefield.

The problem also lies right here.

Admittedly, not all Sakarz aspire to become mercenaries.

Rather, when you understand the history of their nation called Kazadeer, it becomes clear that those Sakarz who are homeless and stateless choose to become mercenaries more out of necessity for survival.

But this problem actually does not lie in the label 'mercenary'.

But rather becoming a mercenary, stepping onto the battlefield, personally experiencing a life of killing and plundering others—this experience itself is like an awakening ritual.

Many people in this world suppress their desires, suppress their negative emotions, merely constrained by law and morality.

Never having relaxed, nor having a stage to display, results in long-term peace and order in a lawful society.

And the mercenary life truly immersed in the battlefield is the best stage.

Therefore, the problem is not the 'mercenary' label, but under the influence of the idea 'one can become a mercenary for a living,' the Sakarz naturally have more opportunities than other races to dig up dark desires.

On this basis, even if Sakarz have no difference in mentality from other races, their culture and situation will still nurture too many dangerous individuals.

Even if they are willing to submit to greater violence, more terrifying slaughter, or—still lingering in the heart, pursuing a beautiful vision.

Those who have chased that stimulation from the heart, though they appear to live peacefully, busy with pens, keyboards, and friendly socializing, as soon as they have an opportunity, cannot ignore the satisfaction within reach.

In other words, they will not miss an opportunity to cause trouble.

Yes.

Although it sounds dangerous, frankly it's hard to find any Sakarz plain guy who would dare offend the Trexis siblings' dignity and power.

Even the hardest-to-manage Blood Demon Overlord is left at home for now, and most Sakarz in the Frontier Development Base must suppress their craving for stimulation, leading dull lives here.

Occasionally they whip up some gu.

Then they wait for someone daring to raise the banner, leading everyone to break free from the boring Gulite (crossed out), Weishider!

Everyone listen to me! I announce something!

What's up? Wang Jianguo?

Have you heard of the giant beast? Have you heard of giant beast fights?

Oh oh oh! It seems I've heard of it……

Whether you've heard of it or not! That Trexis guy wants to fight that Aomo Lindun! No advanced permission needed to watch at the training field!! The betting is open!! The betting is open!!

——That's roughly the meaning. jpg

Although actual communication requires more bargaining, more eloquence, even mixing in Sakarz-style dirty talk, but to convert it into Sakarz-style local understanding, it's nothing more than this process afterward.

A group of Sakarz spectators came running.

Being able to witness such a clash of the strong, even if dying would be worth the ticket price—psychologically prepared, whether they truly thought so is unknown, but at least they have prepared to receive Trexis's severe punishment.

And they plan to first offer up Weishider at that time!

Of course, among them there is also the classic workplace trick—speaking well of the boss behind his back.

Loudly bragging, many still bet on Trexis winning, perhaps also because the Aberrant Bahamut's appearance is very friendly and traditional, fitting the Sakarz aesthetic of strength under their culture, giving all Sakarz the feedback: 'Just looking at that appearance I know it's ridiculously strong!!'

By comparison, the fully red, steaming Dark Magic Gesila is like a feverish upright giant lizard.

This isn't a question of how powerful it is; fundamentally, just looking at it makes one feel sick, truly afraid it will collapse and blame others.

It is with such doubts that everyone, while waiting for the two sides to simply face off, only then slightly lets their heart down.

It still seems quite strong.

Those clearly short little claws, when pitted against that demonic-style giant dragon's palms, actually hold their own; even as cracks begin to appear on its body, light seeping from the cracks, even the Regent must fly up to temporarily avoid the edge.

Some begin to worry they invested too hastily, some are happy that betraying the nation brought profit (?), and others start waving flags and shouting for the Regent, heedless of the fact that as a former general, this is somewhat embarrassing in front of soldiers.

Like-minded friends who made banners for him can no longer bear to watch.

But it's okay!

Because in less than a minute from now, everyone will be unable to bear to watch!

In that less than a minute, everyone saw the giant lizard's body crack and swell all over, showing no sickly appearance, instead filled with flying tiles, and each sword-like dorsal fin was pulled up one by one, the light channels flowing, until the top instantly closed——

——Boom!!!!

This is the Aberrant Bahamut's burst of the energy-filled divine strike core, filled with the light of apocalypse.

——Whoosh!

This is the moment when, after countless dorsal fins press down to close the gate, dark-red lightning-like rays suddenly pierce the purple electric breath, and even pierce the azure dragon of the heavens.

「……」」

In that instant of silent stillness, a rolling surge of dust rushes in with a mighty roar!

But even so, even if the thick dust is washed away, they still couldn't stop a group of Sakazi from turning their heads and shouting angrily towards the Veshdeer direction:

"RNM! Refund money!!"