Chapter 906: The End: The War of a Minority

In the early morning, the hazy sunlight poured into the room through the curtains. Blogo opened his eyes, relaxed for a while, sat up from the bed, made breakfast, washed, dressed... Even if today is a day off, Blogo's daily life is still very tight, like a precisely running machine.

Pulling open the curtains of the living room, the bright sunlight instantly poured into the room, and Blogo couldn't open his eyes for a while. After adapting for a while, he sat on the sofa with a plate in his hand. There was another breakfast on the coffee table. A few minutes later, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Palmer rushed into the toilet with a listless face.

Palmer is adjusting his work and rest. In addition to swallowing melatonin and other things at night, he will also drink a few gulps of water, so that when the morning comes, he will force himself to turn on the machine in bed due to physiological discomfort of the bladder.

He has been living like this for a while, and Palmer's work and rest have improved at a visible speed. The only thing to worry about is that his urinary system may have some problems, but Bologo thinks that as a person with negative power, Palmer should not be so fragile.

Negative power... Yes, a month ago, when Bologo, Holt, and many others were fighting in the abandoned land, Palmer was performing the promotion ceremony in the sublimation furnace core safely.

Palmer's shit luck worked, and there were no accidents in the whole process. He was successfully promoted all the way. In the subsequent observation, his performance was also very good. The only abnormal thing was that Palmer consumed a lot of calories in the ceremony. Afterwards, he ate three single meals before he was full.

In this regard, Bologo always couldn't help but sigh at Palmer's good luck.

After a fierce sound of water flow, a soothing long sigh sounded, Palmer pushed open the door, shook his body, and fell headfirst on the other end of the sofa.

His body was awake, but his mind was still in a daze.

Berogo was used to this kind of schedule. He put the scrambled eggs into the bread slices and bit off a corner.

Palmer woke up slowly, sat up straight, picked up the breakfast prepared by Berogo, and ate it without hesitation.

In the silence, there was only the chewing sound of the two.

After a long time, Palmer asked, "Do you have any plans for today?"

Berogo said, "Go out and take a walk. Apart from that, nothing else."

"Sounds like a retired old man..."

"Actually, in terms of age, I am indeed a retired old man," Berogo swallowed the food and asked, "What about you? I'm on vacation, you shouldn't be?"

In order to commend the bravery of the staff in the abandoned land, the Order Bureau held a brief commendation meeting shortly after the operation ended, followed by the distribution of bonuses and holiday arrangements.

Without affecting the ruling power of the Order Bureau, the various action groups involved in the operation began to take rotating vacations. Logically, as a member of the special action group, Palmer should enjoy this treatment even though he did nothing.

"Damn Vaughn."

Palmer called his father's name without hesitation, leaned back, and fell directly into the sofa.

When Vaughn crawled out of the abandoned land in blood, he found that his eldest son had eaten three single meals in a row and was burping.

That was really infuriating.

In short, Palmer was requisitioned by his father. As the regent surfaced, the huge rebellious royal court was also eyeing him. As the number one night clan killer family, even without the call of the decision-making room, the Clerks family took the initiative to participate in a series of actions.

The strong wind poured out from the wind source highland and swept across the Rhine Alliance, greatly relieving the pressure on the Order Bureau. In addition to the Clerks family, many extraordinary families that maintained close ties with the Order Bureau also chose to join this frenzy.

The decision-making room did not show any signs of war, but everyone knew that the war was coming soon, and many employees privately called this period uneasy.

The eve of the war.

After complaining, Palmer picked up the remaining half piece of bread, wiped the jam on the plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "You have participated in the Scorched Earth Rage. As a veteran, if a war really breaks out, how big do you think it will be?"

Hearing this question, Blogo pondered deeply. He did not answer immediately, but threw a newspaper to Palmer.

"The idea of ​​the Order Bureau has always been to isolate the extraordinary from the mundane world, but you and I both know that the Condensers were born based on the mundane world. Our food, clothing, shelter, transportation, military research, logistics maintenance... all of these need to be carried out by the mundane people.

In my opinion, the Condensers are not special. They are not like the Night Clan, some kind of "nobles" that are superior to mortals.

The Condensers are soldiers, just like the army, navy, and air force. Condensers are just a more special type of soldiers."

Berogo sighed helplessly, "The idea of ​​isolating the extraordinary from the mundane world implemented by the Order Bureau is indeed a good idea in peacetime. Everyone lives their own lives and does not interfere with each other, but in wartime, this false isolation will collapse instantly."

Palmer listened quietly. Only when talking about this distant story in the past did he realize that Berogo was a ghost who traveled through time.

"War is ruthless. It will not let anyone go. No one can stay out of it."

Palmer looked at the newspaper in his hand. The headlines were full of politicians attacking each other. He frowned. You must know that there are not so many sharp contents in ordinary newspapers, and these contents are not limited to the Rhine League, but also Lots of content from the Chogadel Empire.

"War is a simple yet complex thing. Its essence is a means to achieve an end."

Boluogo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the hurried pedestrians walking on the street. "Some people think it doesn't matter, and some people think they can stay out of it, but in fact they have been in the war from the beginning, they just didn't notice it."

"I guess some ordinary people with a keen sense of smell have noticed that something is wrong with the world's atmosphere." Boluogo smiled, but his smile was extremely stiff.

"That sounds really bad..."

Once the war breaks out, Palmer estimates that he won't be able to watch new movies for a while. Maybe his favorite rock band will be blown to pieces in an air raid, or maybe he himself will die in the scorched earth.

"Is this what happened during the Scorch Fury?" Palmer couldn't help but ask.

"my hometown……"

As soon as Bologe started talking, some disturbing memories came back, but this time Bologe faced them head-on.

"I wanted to go back to my hometown to see them before, but I can't find them on the map. I guess they were probably razed to the ground in the Scorch Fury."

It was said that he was recalling the Redwood Town, but the destruction of Raymond Gayton also appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes.

A month has passed, and Boluogo still doesn't know how to deal with this emotion, which is both unfamiliar and frightening.

"Don't worry too much, Palmer. Even if a full-scale war breaks out, it shouldn't last too long, at least it won't last for several years like the Scorched Earth Fury."

Boluogo consoled him, "The Sublime Ones are terrifying enough. As long as the opponent's Sublime Ones are eliminated, half of the war will be won."

"There will no longer be long trenches, nor will there be months-long tug-of-war, and there will not be so many people mobilized and killed. There will only be a desperate struggle between the condensers."

Thinking of this, Boluogo was unexpectedly optimistic about the future war situation.

"This will be a war for the few."