Sword of Dawn

"Yes, Lord Duke!"

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The sun was sinking gradually, and the increasingly orange-red sky light evenly splashed on the platform of the train station. The Typhon Empire, located in the east of the mainland, ushered in the sunset earlier than other countries. The Viscount subconsciously pulled the bow tie at the collar, adjusted his body's center of gravity left and right, looked up at the mechanical clock hanging on the platform column again, and felt that the brass pointer was moving so slowly at the moment, It was so slow that one couldn't help but wonder if it was broken.

He stood on the platform of this station at the southwestern edge of the empire, far away from the bustling and comfortable Aldernan he was familiar with, far away from his favorite fire, garden and the high-backed chair with the sky-blue cushion, There are no well-trained maids and attendants here, only rigid and tough soldiers and single-minded technicians, no cozy baths and flower halls, only mechanical roaring assembly factories and boring platforms, he has used it for a long time It takes time to adapt to this huge change, but these days he has gradually begun to admit that his ability to "adapt to the environment" may not be as... talented as he thought.

"Sometimes I still feel that there is something wrong with my brain," Mr. Viscount, who had been waiting on the platform for a long time, couldn't help but whispered to the entourage beside him. His voice was very low, because he didn't want to be far away Those craftsmen and soldiers who were also waiting heard what he was talking about, but he didn't mind telling these words to his personal servant, because this was the person he trusted the most besides the steward, and the degree of trust even exceeded Any brother or sister in the family, "will take the initiative to apply to come to this place... It is less than a day away from the border where Earl Dyson is stationed! I even feel that I can smell the wasteland in the air." Stink."

He didn't know if the wasteland smelled, but the tense atmosphere of Xiaosha in this border town really made him feel that every morning he was here, he would smell the smell from the wasteland—that was the smell from the wasteland. Too close to taste.

The servant spoke, his voice as gentle as ever: "But you still took the initiative to apply to come here, as a brave Typhonian, play your irreplaceable role here - not everyone has the ability to manage multiple factories like you And the experience of quickly building a large-scale technical team."

"Well, I have to admit that I am indeed a little bit better than those pampered idiots in these aspects," Viscount Hemir pinched his temples, "And how do you say that... The empire needs every one of her Citizenship does its job, especially in these difficult times ... we all have to be prepared."

He tugged at his tie again--finally took it off straight away, something he would never have done in a salon in Aldernan, but it made him He instantly felt great relief, and he couldn't help but regret why he had been torturing himself with this useless thing for so many days in the past.

Then he raised his head again, looked at the V-shaped track extending southward in the setting sun, and watched it disappear all the way to the end of his sight.

This is a difficult time, and even the proud Typhonians must admit that it is difficult at this moment, but as a nobleman, he must convince his followers that this difficult situation will eventually pass, and everyone should be in this process. In order to play his role in the middle of the world—perhaps it was the pride in his heart that was really playing a role. He applied to come here on his own initiative, and came to this border town, which was only one day away from the front line. Now, he was waiting for a car from the south. Sent train.

Ironically, this railway line leads to the Blue Rock Hills, and it is hardly ever actually used - as part of the Union's commercial activities, it was quickly established shortly after the end of the 112th meeting, but it has not yet been completed. After a long time, it was baptized by war and was wantonly destroyed by those stupid and humble monsters. Now the silver elves and the warriors of the Typhon Empire have regained the once fallen land and restored this precious communication line. The station has been waiting on this land for a whole winter, and today it finally welcomes the first train to visit here.

Just when Viscount Hemil couldn't help but want to look at the mechanical clock again, the loud car horn finally came from the horizon.

Mr. Viscount immediately stood up straight, and all his impatience and exhaustion dissipated.

He wanted to receive the elves in the most decent manner, like a real Typhonian.

The magic energy train roared on the track, and the Silver Empire emblem branded on the front of the car was already clearly visible. The repulsion mechanism fine-tuned the angle, making this heavy and huge steel creation gradually slow down, and one section after another, the truck bodies approached the platform. , the long-awaited craftsmen and soldiers quickly approached, waiting for the dispatcher to close the magic barrier on the platform.

Viscount Hermiel's eyes fell on the bodies of the trucks that were slowly docking. Those flat-bed trucks were fixed with solid steel frames and bolts. They were all heavy and valuable industrial goods. .

The purification core body from the Silver Empire—strictly speaking, it is a purification core body that has completed preliminary processing and still needs to be debugged and installed in the later stage.

The key to blocking the wall is the purification tower. As a veteran power, the Typhon Empire can certainly build a purification tower, but it is one thing to be able to build it, and another to produce it.

The Typhon Empire, which has experienced the God of War disaster and internal reshuffle, is not as easy as outsiders imagined to maintain the situation on the Eastern Front.

The limit of domestic production is there. If the front-line army is to be maintained, the production of components for the purification tower will be affected. If the production of purification devices is to be fully produced, the front-line war machines will be powerless.

But now, things are finally getting better.

"Notify General Andersa," Viscount Hermiel laughed, looking at the giant spindle-like purification cores fixed on the train, as if seeing a mountain of treasure lying in front of him, "The purification she wants The core will be delivered soon!"

Chapter 1376 The Moon of Recovery in the Flames of War

On the 22nd of the recovery month of this year, starting from the space battle group Dawn of the World starting to move towards the wasteland, the entire civilized world's full-scale counterattack against the wasteland officially kicked off.

On the northern battlefield, the mechanized legion of the Cecil Empire defeated all the wasteland legions north of the scorched mana, and spread the purification device all the way in front of the ruins of the former Gondor Empire's northern important town "Kagsula". The tower shines brightly on the land of the wasteland, and the continuous barrier formed by the power of purification extends from the dark mountains all the way to the front line. The wasteland army launched several fierce counterattacks within half a month, but until their northern commander The system was completely disintegrated, and the advance momentum of the Alliance Northern Front Legion was not hindered in any way.

On the Western Front, a cluster of air fortresses with Dawn of the World as its flagship descended on the wasteland like behemoths in the sky. These huge and majestic war machines silently and firmly advanced towards the center of the wasteland, judging them with the flames and thunder that fell from the sky. All the filth, the fire of purification surged on the earth, and burned up the deformed body legions that were still wandering on the earth after the collapse of the command system. The wasteland tried to resist with weak air units, but they all failed. Under the cover of an overwhelming advantage, the ground troops composed of the Duke of Baldwin Franklin and the Allied Forces of the Ogure tribe advanced steadily, and built the purification components air-dropped by the Earthly Dawn into towers with high efficiency, blocking the wall. Extending across the wasteland.

On the battlefield on the southern front, the intervention of the Cecil Expeditionary Fleet completely stabilized the defense line of the Gaoling Kingdom, which was originally lacking protection from natural dangers. The biggest boost in the process of advancing the coalition forces, the fearless deep-sea warriors set off huge waves in the wasteland. After the waves, the silver elves' magister group and the artisans of the Gaoling Kingdom built three buildings in a row within a few days. A purification tower, the operation of the blocking wall dispelled the haze that had shrouded the southern battlefield for a whole winter.

On the Eastern Front, Typhon, an old powerhouse, showed the world its strength in this cruel war. The Winter Wolves, the National Knights, and the Magicians formed a powerful front. Under his leadership, he entered the eastern wilderness of the former Gondor Empire, and set up seven purification towers along the way—even after experiencing the baptism of divine disasters, cruel internal purges and major reshuffles, Typhon is still the same rich.When the month of recovery entered the middle of the month, the eastern army of the wasteland was still engaged in fierce and brutal frontal battles with the Typhon vanguard, and the advance of the Typhon army never stopped.

The situation of the war is still unclear, and the horrors entrenched in the wasteland are still fiercely resisting, but scholars who record history have realized that no matter when the dust settles on this war, this spring will be its biggest. turning point.

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The sea of ​​living flames set off by the incendiary bombs in purgatory has gradually extinguished, but the scorching breath left on the ground after the flames flowed is still evaporating this dry wasteland. In the heat wave, the air presents a distorted lens state. The horizon looked wobbly—a rather unbearable environment for the common man, but for well-armed and fully protected Union soldiers, this would be the best battlefield for them to vent their anger and revenge.

The heavy chariot made a deep roar, and the steel tracks rolled forward. Under the dim light of the sky, a group of Warhammer II tanks rumbled forward on the ground like a group of giant armored beasts. The hot wind blew up the dry and rough The sand and dust slapped on the gray-black armor plate of the main battle tank, the turret adjusted its angle in the hot wind, and the long acceleration guide rail pointed to the small group of black-red monsters coming out from behind the boulders and ruins in the distance. Accompanied by the flash of blue light from the charging device, the magic crystal cannonball whistled piercingly in the air, and exploded on the ground after a short delay, sending all the monsters that survived the bombing to the sky.

Meanwhile, those scattered monsters that survived by chance encountered the light howitzers of the Steel Ambassador Chariot, the continuous-firing missile launchers, and the heat rays fired intensively by the infantry. It became gray-black smoke scattered everywhere on the ground, and dissipated with the wind when the next gust of hot wind came.

Behind the ground troops, Duke Baldwin Franklin jumped out of the car and looked up at the dark land under the filthy clouds. The protective layer formed by the breeze shield shone beside him, isolating the environment Amidst the heat wave and potentially toxic gas, a soldier wearing light infantry armor and the emblem of the Cecil Empire on his chest walked towards him and reported loudly: "My lord, the ground battlefield has been cleared, and the airdrop site is safe!"

Duke Baldwin nodded and looked to the other side of the position: "How is the situation at King Wycliffe's side?"

"The battle over there has also ended. His Majesty Wycliffe's engineering troops are building fortifications and assembling the ground signal station."

"It seems that those Ogure people have gradually become proficient..." Duke Baldwin nodded, looked up at the sky, the figure of the Dawn of the World was floating above his head, and at the same time slightly adjusted its angle and position, The twelve Gorgon fortresses are like small "floating islands" floating around the huge fortress, and countless dragoon fighters are patrolling around this air force like a swarm of bees, with countless cannons pointing at the wasteland far away. As long as those monsters dare to rush over again, Thunder Skyfire will definitely destroy them all.

On the other side of the position, King Wycliffe was looking at a rolling shadow in the distance on the edge of the battlefield. It looked like a strange mountain range with many gaps, but it was actually a molten city. The ruins are the shocking scars left by the big explosion in Gondor in the past - the accompanying scholar told him that it was because the out-of-control dark blue magic power detonated the main energy supply node in the city, and the magic backlash of the node melted the whole city into a Today's terrifying form, and such terrifying scenes can be seen everywhere in the wasteland of Gondor.

After 700 years, everything in the wasteland can still make everyone feel chills in the heart of everyone who has witnessed it.

"Your Majesty, the surrounding area has been cleaned up," a soldier came from the side, and the sound of the report interrupted Wycliffe's thoughts, "Dawn of the World sent a communication, asking if the airdrop can be accepted."

"Reply, the venue has been prepared and can accept airdrops at any time." Wycliffe nodded and said, but the moment he finished speaking, there was a sudden change in a wreckage not far away. The deformed body on half of its body suddenly climbed up from the mud, and the ferocious mutated monster let out a chaotic roar, and flew towards this side in a horrifying twisted posture-the soldier next to him was shocked, and pulled out his waist instantly. Saber, but his king reacted faster than him, Wycliffe raised his arm, the mechanical device made a slight sound, and a black hole was exposed in the palm of the alloy casting, accompanied by a sharp howling, three times in a row The arcane missiles shattered the monster's mutilated body into pieces.

Wycliffe retracted his arm, and under the direct control of the nervous system, the deformation mechanism in the palm quickly returned to its original state. He turned his head and glanced at the soldier: "Attention, these monsters have terrible vitality. It will die completely, and only when the bones start to emit black smoke will it be considered truly over—let the soldiers pay attention to all the wreckage on the battlefield that has not yet dissipated, and don’t let a piece of meat be spared.”

"...Yes, Your Majesty!" The soldier immediately responded loudly, then turned around and ran quickly to the rear of the position. Wycliffe watched the soldiers leave, and then raised his head to look at the flying fortress in the air.

After a period of running-in and learning, the soldiers brought out by myself finally gradually adapted to the fighting style of the Cecils. This is a tactic they have never been exposed to before—the air force headed by the Dawn of the World took the lead. , cleared all large units and most of the assembly points in the target area with fire bombing, and then the heavy armored units pushed into the field to clear the enemy strongholds and hidden facilities that survived the aerial bombardment. The occupation of the target and the subsequent construction of the position, and in the whole process, those flying machines will always maintain the suppression of the entire area-the Cecils call it "air supremacy".

Air supremacy is very necessary, because the Wasteland Legion actually has its own flying units. Although those "swollen polluters" who are swollen and able to cast spells are vulnerable to air fortresses, if they face pure ground without air cover Troops, they are still an extremely terrifying threat.

Frankly speaking, this is not the battle that Augore's soldiers imagined at first. In most cases, the monsters that can survive aerial bombardment and tank shelling are so rare that the soldiers don't need to fight in close quarters at all. The sporadic aberrations often fell on the way of charging under the fire of light weapons as soon as they appeared. The expected bloodbath and battle of revenge never had a chance to happen. This made the soldiers very uncomfortable at first, but Soon, this discomfort disappeared.

The deformed bodies torn apart under the heavy artillery bombardment and the giant beasts reduced to ashes under the living flames can also comfort the victims of Farm Fortress. Although those monsters were not necessarily hacked to death by the soldiers themselves, they are still alive today. The way to die is infinitely more miserable than dying by the sword-and that's not bad.

Wycliffe looked down at his silver-glowing mechanical arm, feeling the surging power between the alloy skeleton and the artificial nerve, his fingers slowly clenched and then loosened.

Above him, a flash of light appeared on the edge of the Earthly Dawn, a frame structure the size of a house broke away from the air fortress, the anti-gravity ring on the edge of the frame structure emitted a faint blue light, and the entire device quickly fell to the surface.

Immediately afterwards, more airdrop structures were detached from the air fortress. With the assistance of disposable anti-gravity components, these huge "parts" whistled in the air, passed through the dirty air above the battlefield, and pierced through the air. After passing the heat wave rising from the ground, and after the final deceleration phase, it crashed into the predetermined area near the ground troops.

After the anti-gravity ring is shut down, the gravity adjustment rune of the airdrop structure will continue to run for a period of time. With assistance, it was assembled into a purification tower standing on the ground - the node of the blocking wall.

The whole process takes about 24 hours-compared with other purification towers built by normal methods, this speed is unimaginably fast.

The images from the surface converged to the control hall where the main brain was located through nerve conduction, and were projected in front of the main console through the magic net terminal connected to the biomass tank. Seeing them decelerate and land under the drive of the anti-gravity ring, and watching the engineering troops on the surface responsible for responding go to recover the components that fell on the surface, it was only at this time that they were slightly relieved.

"The 'cargo' has been delivered to the ground," she looked up and looked at Jinna Prince who was standing not far away, "They will start assembling soon."

"Then we will soon be busy." Jinna Prince, who was standing on the commander's seat, nodded slightly, but her eyes fell on another set of holographic projections. What is shown is the vast wasteland around the entire air-space battle group. Within the range that the sensor device (the big eyes around the Dawn of the World) can capture, some vague black spots are gradually converging, and there is a faint convergence. Tide signs.

The Wasteland Legion is not afraid of death. Although the controllers behind them are sane dark priests, after suffering several losses in front of the long-range and ultra-long-range firepower of the Cecils, those dark priests now know how to hide. In the farther rear, they rely entirely on the root network to remotely control their monster army, so now all the alliance troops can hit within range are those deformed bodies and biochemical monsters who are not afraid of death at all.

No matter how heavy and violent the blow was, those monsters would still organize quickly and launch counterattacks again and again.

To be honest, such a counterattack is meaningless, but the aberrants never care about this—they are an extension of the wasteland, they are a part of the wasteland, and they are "things" that have grown out of this strange environment that has turned into a foreign land. The wasteland is still running, and the aberrations can always maintain a certain number. Whether it is a supercritical accelerator or an incendiary bomb, they are like boulders thrown into the water. In an instant, the same amount of water in the pond will quickly fill this gap—so the enemy never cares about the results of their counterattack.

Even if the waves of monsters couldn't affect the advancement of the alliance army at all, they would still come in waves.

Because the commanders behind them believe that no matter how overwhelming the alliance army is in every battle, the "cost" of the battle itself is constantly accumulating, the spirit of the soldiers, the consumption of ammunition, and the maintenance of wartime The social pressure generated by the system... all of these will not be cleared because of victory, but will continue to accumulate on the entire civilized world, gradually becoming a burden.

In contrast, the cost paid by the Wasteland Legion is nothing more than the constantly compressed space for activities—and in this vast and boundless homeland of Gondor, the Wasteland Legion can "pay" a lot more.

Up to now, the initial momentum and fanaticism have faded, and the commander of the Wasteland Legion seems to have clearly recognized the essence of the battle situation.

Giants wrestled, and those who were exhausted died.

"Start to assemble the incendiary bomb," Jin Na took a light breath, "The supercritical accelerator is pre-charged, waiting for the launch command."

Chapter 1377 The Next Stage

Another army of mutants was systematically wiped out in the flames and thunderstorms. Their fearless attack failed to break through the defenses of those mortals, but only slightly delayed the activation time of those purification devices—a large number of subordinate units The nerve signal sent back when it was eliminated formed a sharp whistling in the root network, and the whistling sound was transmitted and echoed among the command nodes composed of dark priests, and when it was transmitted to the highest node, there were only a few Negligible aftermath.

The dry wind blew across the hills and wastelands, Borken's withered and twisted branches trembled slightly in the wind, and the Great Master of Darkness listened to the voices from afar in the wind. The wailing sounded like a distant dream to him. After a few minutes, the leader of the dark priest woke up from the "dream", and his attention gradually returned to the real world in front of him.

"They have already started to fight back across the board." He said slowly in a low voice, but he did not address any specific priest, but whispered softly throughout the root network. He was not worried that this would affect his own "morale" , because all the priests are connected in the same root network, and the emotions of all people have been "assimilated" to a certain extent during the long-term connection, although each node in this network still maintains the original character and memory , but other than that, they have all been wiped out of the idea of ​​"betrayal" or "giving up". No matter how the situation changes, the will of the religious order will always be unwavering, and will always move towards that ultimate goal.

This is a joint and voluntary decision of all, including Borken himself.

"Those purification devices are gradually encroaching on our land, and they seem to want to build some kind of 'barrier' in the wasteland that can penetrate this land," a voice from a certain dark priest rang in the root network , "Wherever this barrier goes, the environment we live in has been greatly affected, and even... a 'reversal' has occurred."

"If that wall is built, the energy circulation in the wasteland is very likely to be cut off," another slightly old voice intervened in the network, "They seem to have discovered the deep working mechanism of this land, and they have deciphered the abnormality. The endless principle of the Legion——our existing troops are unable to completely stop them, and those purification devices are extending to the central area at a very high speed."

There was another gust of wind blowing from the direction of the wilderness, and there was a clattering sound in the twisted woods around the hill. The discussion on the root network was still going on, but Borken focused his attention in another direction— —The sound of footsteps came from beside him, and two elves with exactly the same appearance came to him with unhurried steps, and said in unison: "It sounds like our current situation is not good?"

Borken glanced over the Elf Twins casually: "I didn't expect you to be worried about the situation - I thought you didn't care about the victory or defeat on the battlefield other than whispering together."

"You have misunderstood us - of course we will care about our common cause, but we are born with a personality that is too indifferent," Fierna said with a sincere expression, and Leierna said immediately, "Then, What do you think of the current situation? We have been pushed back on almost all fronts. In the past half month, instead of successfully launching any new runestones, we have lost all occupied territories. This is not very optimistic ..."

Borken glanced at the elf twins silently, then closed his eyes slightly: "The situation did not develop according to our plan at the beginning, but the situation is not that bad...We are different from those mortal armies, as long as the wasteland If the environment is still maintained, our legions will be endless, and the loss of mutants is negligible... The regeneration speed of those biochemical synthetic beasts can completely catch up with the consumption, and those mortals...they have a lot to gain in this barren land. Without any loot, all their actions here are pure costs, and perhaps it will be difficult for us to obtain a quick victory, but as long as we continue to maintain this consumption... the final victors may not necessarily be those mortals."

It sounds like the Dark Grand Priest has acknowledged the situation in front of him to some extent, and has grasped the "essence" of this war. He was not discouraged by this, but chose another route to victory.

But Fierna and Leierna shook their heads at the same time after hearing Borken's words, and Leierna said, "You really think so?"

"Just say what you have to say." Borken opened his eyes, and his tawny eyes stared at the twin elves. "I don't really like your riddles and metaphors."

"Then let's get straight to the point," Ferna shrugged, "You don't understand the war potential of countries that have completed industrial transformation, and you don't understand what was established after Cecil successfully integrated the alliance countries. How does the economic system work, you habitually think that this long war will bring down all the countries in the alliance... From a certain point of view, this statement is true, any endless war can bring down a country, but saying To tell the truth...the battle in the wasteland is now below the 'threshold' for the nascent alliance..."

"Below the threshold?" Borken's voice became serious. "What do you mean?"

"Their economies will gradually adapt to the wartime model, their industrial machinery will grow and expand rapidly in the next period of time, and their chariots and guns will be produced at an amazing speed, even longer than the corn in the field Even faster, the alliance will establish a new set of social order specially adapted to this war. After a short period of consumption, investment and adaptation, this war will become their new economic growth point and social cohesion point. A new wealth mechanism, a new industrial cycle, a new cultural atmosphere... In this process, even the most backward city-states will be coerced to complete industrialization quickly.

"Grandpatriarch, do you think that a group of industrial countries can be overwhelmed by periodically sending out combat corps to hit targets on the front line? That is impossible, and it requires a higher intensity of war, at least to let their industrial production You can't keep up with the consumption of the front lines, you can't do that, you're not consuming them, you're just gradually 'cultivating' them into a... war civilization."

After the elf twins had finished speaking, Borken fell into deep thought. For a long time, this pair of elf sisters who spoke yin and yang, seldom spoke to him with such a lengthy theory, and their attitude was so serious, so at this time What the other party said caused more waves in Borken's heart than ever before. He gradually understood the meaning of the words of the elf twins, and his face made of rough and dry bark looked solemn: "You guys Made a 'calculation'?"

"It doesn't require much calculation," Fierna said with a smile. "In the long history of the Silver Elves, we have witnessed various forms of civilization and social stages. That set is different—even the Gondor Empire, which seemed very powerful back then, actually lags behind the current "Alliance" in terms of civilization level. If you don't believe me, you can recall it now. In this war, After those mortal kingdoms reacted from the initial chaos, from the time they began to partially counterattack to the present, those mortals armed with war machines...are they fighting more and more?"

cross!hit!cross!many!

This word was like a thunderbolt, and suddenly exploded in Borken's heart. He realized the truth behind this crucial detail. His long-term inertial thinking and ignorance of the situation in the countries outside the wasteland kept him from thinking about it. He could focus on the operating mechanism behind the alliance, but at this moment, he realized that what the yin and yang sisters told him was right.

Those mortals...the growth rate of their war machines has exceeded the strength limit of the wasteland army. This war is no longer a burden for the "alliance", but is gradually becoming a nourishment for its growth. Far from declining, China's technology and production capacity are beginning to accelerate development. Those purification devices, those mechanized corps that are emerging from all fronts, are the result of this development!

In contrast, the Wasteland Legion has almost no cards to show.

"...They are using us to train soldiers and test weapons and equipment with us," Borken said in an unusually low and hoarse voice. A disturbing thought wave spread in the root network. He raised his eyes and landed on Fei. Sister Erna, "You guys came here and told me these things, shouldn't it be just to intimidate or watch a joke?"

"Of course not," Reina said lightly, "We said that we have a common goal—that's why we don't want you to step into this war trap in such a passive way. What we just said was just to wake you up, The next step ... is how to solve the difficult situation we are facing now."

"What can you do?" Borken narrowed his eyes slightly, "If the logic you just said is completely correct, then the Wasteland Legion has fallen into an unsolvable vortex, and we have already stepped into this trap—although it is only Step into its edge, but in this vortex, we have no spare power to pull out our legs. Is it possible that you have a way to destroy the industrial system of the alliance in a short time? Or disintegrate their alliance?"

"Don't think in this direction, the frontal battlefield is irreversible, or it is impossible for us to win this war from the very beginning - what we can rely on is still only the power of the deep blue network," Fierna Shen Said in a low voice, and then Leierna spoke again, "Maybe one day in the future, those mortals will be able to develop to the height of fighting against the dark blue webway, but at least at this stage, their industry and technology are still worthless in front of the dark blue webway Not to mention, as long as we hold the reins of this planet in our hands, we can crush all their potential and future with unrivaled power..."

"So we still need to domesticate this planet—of course I know that," Borken said in a bad tone, "but as I said just now, we have been pushed back into the wall of grandeur by them, and there is no new delivery point." , we can't set up new rune stones, how do you plan to continue domesticating this planet?"

"Who said we don't have a new drop point?" Ferna smiled suddenly, her eyes seemed to have passed the Grand Priest in front of her, and cast her eyes towards a certain direction deep in the distant wasteland, "Isn't there a large Is it the dark blue node?"

Borken was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "You mean the site of the ancient ghost? It is true... there is the largest dark blue rift on the surface of the planet, but there is also a running Iron Man Corps, and a battlefield. The complete Gondor fortress! We need to mobilize a large army to capture that place—but before that, our frontal battlefield may have been completely defeated!"

"So... we need to pay some price," Leierna looked at Borken's withered and wrinkled face with a serious expression, "Grand Master Borken, the key question now is... are you willing to do something for us together?" What price did you pay for your noble cause?"

"...What do you mean?"

"Are you ready to put all your eggs in one basket?"

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The tongues of flames from the heavy burners swept across the ground for the last time. In the terrifying heat created by the combination of alchemy grease and magic flames, those mutated monsters with hideous limbs and filthy breaths were finally reduced to ashes. When the flames gradually dissipated, everyone There were only groups of scorched black wreckage and twitching flesh and blood fragments left on the ground, and the smoke and dust from the self-decomposition of the aberrations were mixed among the biochemical synthetic beasts, covering the entire battlefield in a layer of unresolved mist.

An unusually tall figure walked forward with heavy steps. He held a mechanical warhammer in one hand and a heavy burner in the other. The scripture cloth emitting a faint white light was fixed on his thick armor with wax paint and rivets. Holy splendor dazzles the eye.

He passed the soldiers and priests who were cleaning the battlefield, and came to a heavy chariot that had just stopped. He watched Philip jump off the chariot with agility, and then the tall figure casually put the heavy war hammer on the ground. On the ground next to him, he reached out to take off his helmet, and a small figure emerged from the nearby holy light, and climbed onto his shoulder nimbly and skillfully, holding his head and dangling.

"The Patriarch of Wright," Philip nodded to the heavily armed leader of the Holy Light in front of him, and then waved to the little figure on the shoulder of the Patriarch with a smile, "and little Emily."

"Good afternoon, Uncle Philip," said the small figure condensed by the holy light, with a smile in his ethereal voice, "We have wiped out the enemy again!"

"The counterattack of these aberrations is getting more and more crazy, but from the perspective of command and dispatch, it is even more chaotic," Wright reached out and pressed Emily's hair, and said to Philip in front of him, "I think they are not even as good as a few days ago Threat, at least then they know how to cover each other and use terrain to fight."

"Their counterattacks are becoming more and more crazy because our continuous advancement of purification devices has stimulated the instincts of these monsters, and their actions are chaotic, indicating that the command system behind them has been overwhelmed-the alliance is launching a counterattack on multiple fronts. After recovering from the chaos, there are more and more troops entering this battlefield, and those dark priests are not professional war talents," Philip shook his head, "They only succeeded in sneak attacks and numerical advantages at first, and they didn't understand it at all. How to fight on a real, normal battlefield."

Wright nodded, looking not far away, he saw a piece of roots and flower vines growing from the earth are rapidly spreading on the wasteland, forcibly covering the barren land with lush green, the root Between the whiskers and the flower vines, thicker and more flexible "tentacles" continue to extend. These tentacles run around on the battlefield like arms, constantly picking and choosing among the charred and broken monster remains, and find the state. The better fragments will be quickly rolled up and dragged back to the ground, looking very strange...but also a little joyful.

That is the living forest that has extended to the depths of the wasteland. Throughout the past wars, she has been advancing with the Cecil Legion, playing a role that cannot be ignored.

The expression on the Patriarch's face became a little strange.

"To be honest...the battlefield here is not very 'normal'..."

Chapter 1378 Discovery of the Alliance Front

In the all-out counterattack launched by the Union Army on the wasteland, the northern line maintained by the main force of the Cecil Empire may be regarded as the most distinctive style of painting on this vast battlefield-the bright style of painting here is not because of The mechanized battle of the Cecilians and the continuous emergence of new weapons, but because throughout the war, there was always a lush "forest" advancing with the imperial soldiers...

The "distant derivative" of the giant tree of Sorin - this living forest starts from the southern foot of the dark mountain range, spreads all the way on the surface and underground at the same time, and extends into the wasteland with a gentle but unwavering attitude. Together with the main force of the empire, they advanced to the high ground south of the scorched mana, and wherever the living forest went, even the corrupted and polluted wasteland gradually began to show a "vigorous" state.

At least on the surface, the lush forest scene is much more refreshing than the desolate and terrifying wasteland, and as for the less "beautiful" parts buried in the depths of the forest... the imperial soldiers said that it would be nice to see too much. just get used to it...

The night is gradually falling, the scorching battlefield has cooled down, the cannons and engines that have roared for a day have died down in the dusk, and the soldiers have built temporary fortifications on the edge of the living forest, and began to nourish their energy for tomorrow's action Recharge.Philip walked in this newly built camp, the sound of soldiers' passwords in the distance and the buzzing of dragoon fighter planes in the sky were the sounds he was most familiar with these days.

He looked beyond the energy barrier in the south of the camp, and saw a vast and barren land stretching all the way to the horizon in his vision. The filthy land was devastated, with scars swept by shells and flames everywhere, gray-black ashes of aberrations and The torn wreckage of the biochemical behemoth was scattered among the shell craters, and the smoke and dust continued to rise from the shell craters emitting residual heat, like a tulle under the faint yellow sunset.