He put on his clothes and left the lounge, and was once again surrounded by the hustle and bustle of wartime.

"Reporting to the commander - the command of the Liaison Department of the Demonic Alliance's Second Theater Zone has been transferred to the position!"

"Report! The latent personnel in the fourth jurisdiction of the NATO Treaty Business Group have been confirmed to return to the establishment!"

"Sir—the undercover members of the Temple of Light have made all preparations!"

"The report just received - civil society organizations throughout Sbia are under the control of my command!"

"We are coordinating the No. 1 combat plan with the Guards General Headquarters, and the synchronization rate has reached 80%!"

"There are still thirteen teams that have infiltrated the Trafa Empire but have not been contacted!"

The justice took a stack of notices, signed them in a hurry, and kept repeating: "I know, I understand, continue to follow up, and report at any time... Wait a minute! Is the commander-in-chief up?"

"Report to the commander." The officer who was stopped by Jack replied: "The commander-in-chief is in his lounge, but he hasn't slept... Well, I don't know what to say..."

"Didn't you sleep?" Hearing what the officer said, the chief judge was a little worried: "Whatever he does, you just say it!"

"Yes, sir!" The officer raised his head at attention, but lowered his voice: "The commander-in-chief called a group of 12- and 13-year-old young priests into the lounge, and closed the sealed door... They haven't come out yet."

"This is a military secret. You must be vigilant about keeping it secret!" Jack immediately handed the document in his hand to the officer, raised his leg and walked over there. The muscles on his face kept twitching. As a justice, he

The bad habits of the priests could never be clearer!

Before knocking on the door, Jack had calmed down and sent away all the attendants. He didn't want people to see the scene of naked bodies lying in the commander's lounge!

Fortunately, the door opened in time, and the Nizam who opened the door was neatly dressed, but his eyes were hazy, as if he was immersed in some mysterious atmosphere, his hands held a strange posture, and then he turned around and entered the room very erratically.

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Jack, who was full of questions, followed in. As the sealed door closed behind him, he saw Nizam's hands waving down violently.

The music is louder!

"The sunny courtyard, with flowers in full bloom, the cool breeze blowing, the pure spring flowing, all things joyful. Pure angels, glorious wings, the paradise in my dreams... kind gods, I have no mercy for me in the afterglow of the sun.

Praise be to the merciful Lord... Eternal! Eternal! My God and Lord! The only, unchangeable God! Guide me with your merciful eyes, guide him with your merciful eyes, and let us enter the eternal world.

paradise……"

More than a dozen young men with good-looking faces, dressed in white ceremonial robes, were singing loudly in a corner of the lounge. Because it had been too long, their delicate voices were already a little hoarse. Nizam closed his eyes slightly and gently beat the time with his hands.

He swayed his body from side to side while singing softly continuously, with a most holy expression on his face, and would rotate from time to time.

Jack leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. Although he still had to think of some reasons to excuse his behavior, at least the commander-in-chief was not promiscuous during the war. This was already thankful to God.

"What do you want from me?" Nizam asked softly as he spun again.

"Last night's battle report is back."

Nizam reached out and grabbed his head, accurately pinching the last note floating in the air, and then turned to look at Jack.

"The goal was achieved. Seventeen of our people died and fifty were injured." Jack said in a very calm tone: "The outsiders suffered hundreds of casualties and several were disabled."

Nizam looked at Jack, his expression froze.

Jack asked calmly: "Continue?"

"Of course, continue." Nizam nodded with difficulty. His expression was not so much indifferent as it was a determination mixed with pain... Unknowingly, the hand he raised on his head slowly stroked

Down.

"Eternal! Eternal! My god and Lord! The only, unchangeable God!" The young and hoarse song sounded again, holy and solemn floating in the first ray of sunshine: "Guide with your kind eyes.
Chapter completed!