Three Hundred and Fourteen if There Is a Future

No matter what world, war is not as good as people imagine it to be. This thing itself has nothing to do with romance, cruelty and despair are the main themes.

Of course, for the victorious countries, the war may be more beautiful, at least this beauty, under the decoration and dressing, appears in front of everyone in a romantic coat.

At this moment, Elit looked at Bellevue in front of him, and finally realized how earth-shattering changes had taken place in the Mortal Empire during the more than three hundred years he had been in seclusion.

"Gods are above... My God..." When he saw the bomb crater that was about the size of the lake, when he really saw that it had become a lake because of the seepage of groundwater and rain In downtown Bellevue, he finally realized what he meant by "no longer."

In a sense, it's really the same as what the Ellen Hill officer said: just literally.

Even after reconstruction, this place is still no different from hell. Countless corpses and relics were found, and there were traces of collapse everywhere in the ruins.

Most of the originally tall magic towers have now become the shape of chimneys. The building at the top has been destroyed and shattered, and the remaining half of the tower is no different from the huge chimney of Alan Hill.

Those originally beautiful gardens have no one to take care of them now, plants have occupied the open space, and some daily necessities scattered everywhere record the glory of the past.

Exquisite silverware was scattered in the half-collapsed house, and the owner's clothes fell from the cupboard and piled on the floor unnoticed.

These abandoned buildings are basically scattered on the edge of the city, and the core of the city is just a huge lake now. Moreover, it is a regular, round lake.

A dirty doll was thrown on the ground, and it is not known if its owner is still alive in this world. Because of the wind and rain, this doll has long lost its original clean appearance. The body is full of mud, and one of the eyes on the face has been disconnected.

Eric lowered his head and stretched out his hand to pick up the doll, but was stopped by Officer Ireland Hill next to him: "You better not do this, Mr. Elit."

"Why?" He retracted his hand and looked at the Irishman officer who followed him to visit "New Bellevue".

"Our sappers reminded us that if you enter Bellevue, you can't touch anything. If you must touch,

Gloves must be worn and the time kept as short as possible. ' the officer explained.

"The things here are poisonous? Your attacks will add poisonous properties to the things?" Elit frowned, staring at the uninterested doll on the ground, and asked.

"I don't know the specific principle. You know, I'm not an expert in this area. But I know that if I follow the regulations, there will be no problems. This is how we ensure operation." The officer replied.

"This is a good habit... I want to know, do you know what will happen if you touch something here?" Elit continued to ask without taking his eyes off the doll.

"As long as you are more careful and wear gloves recently, there will be no problem, but about a month ago, if you entered Bellevue, you would have to pay a heavy price." The Elan Hill officer continued to answer.

He was ordered to accompany the magician to visit Bellevue, and it was his mission not to let the magician run around here, or to prevent him from going deeper into the hinterland of Alan Hill.

As for the radiation issue of nuclear weapons, this is not a secret thing, he can tell everything - in fact, he is not a professional, and he knows very little knowledge. illustrate.

"What's the price?" Elit finally took his eyes off the doll and looked at the officer.

"Well..." Pointing to Eric's back, the Alan Hill officer answered the other's question with one movement.

Following the direction pointed by the officer of Alan Hill, Elit raised his eyes and looked over. There was an endless tomb over there, and some people were walking with their heads bowed in the tomb.

Elit saw this cemetery when he was walking all the way just now, and he thought this cemetery was the victims who died in the nuclear attack. At this moment, he looked there in horror, realizing that he seemed to be thinking about a lot of wrong questions.

So he coughed and asked embarrassedly, "You mean, didn't these people die in what you call the nuclear attack?"

"Of course not." Officer Alan Hill shook his head and said, "These people are the officers and soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire who entered here to save people after the explosion. They all died within a few days."

"This is really the devil's weapon... After the attack, it can prevent the enemy from going in to rescue the wounded..."

"Actually, there is nothing to save." The officer at Alan Hill shrugged his shoulders and said, "We have been counting here for more than 30 days, and there are only about 230,000 dead people with names and names that we can find. people……"

"..." Elit felt that he was no longer willing to say anything, 230,000 people, this number was almost enough for him to be exhausted.

"Before, there was no accurate statistics on the population of Bellevue, but it was estimated to be around 1.3 million people. After this explosion, we collected about 350,000 refugees, which means ... we have not found more than 600,000 people. ." The officer of Alan Hill briefly introduced.

He is in charge of some rescue work here, so he is familiar with many local people: "There are many people who are destined to not be counted, people who knew them died with them, and their families have no survivors. "

"We estimate that about 300,000 people were instantly evaporated, and their bodies, clothing, and places they once lived in have completely disappeared from this world, so we have no way to count." When the officer talked about this, some Depressed, there was no smile on his face.

"With all due respect, this weapon should not appear in this world." After hearing everything the officer said, Elit sighed with emotion.

"You may be right, but I firmly believe that we are right." The officer of Alan Hill pointed to the tents that stretched to the sky further away, and said, "At least we didn't plan to bully the magician. ."

Several children ran past them, shouting to avoid the officer's uniform after seeing it. They have an instinctive awe for these adults in Alan Hill uniforms.

The two walked to the cemetery step by step. There were some simple names on the stele made of broken stones from the building.

Because they are all made by local survivors, most of the carvings are crooked. Below the names that were once vivid, some have a simple number, and some have no numbers at all.

"Hilton, 27"

"Knight Commander Powell, 31, died 2 days after rescue began."

"John"

"Leo, 21"

"Ellen"

"Kudeski"

From the tombstones that were broken one by one, or simply a stone step, Elit seemed to see young and fresh faces.

"I have no right to evaluate anything, because I know that the magician provoked this war." Elit stopped at a stone tablet with a wreath on it, reached out to touch the stone tablet but stopped in mid-air: "But , please keep these costs in mind and cherish peace."

"Yes, I think, we will definitely." The Alan Hill officer nodded. Every time he came here, he would have some spiritual insights.

However, after pausing for a moment, he smiled and looked up at Elit: "If, we have a future."

Yes, if there is a future——the war of the demons has begun, but there is no unity among humans at all. They are still going on a world war, and half of humanity is still fighting the devil.

The war launched by the puppet empire is still going on, and some parts of the Holy Demon Empire are still resisting the troops of Alan Hill.

The revenge and killing were far from over, and the mainland of Alan Hill, which had not been threatened by any war, now had to face the attack of the devil.

"There will be, believe me, there will be!" Elit's gray beard trembled slightly, and he said firmly to the mortal in front of him: "You have to believe that there are such a group of magicians who are not tempted by magic. , still stick to his heart, and contribute his own strength to the world."

...

A battleship full of barbs on its side slammed into the pier of the sturdy Ireland Hill Ferry City. The huge impact smashed the road of the pier, and also twisted and damaged the hull of the battleship.

The strong demon soldier jumped from the towering side of the ship, and his feet landed firmly on the ground, making a muffled sound.

Then, behind him, more demon soldiers jumped off the battleship, kicked away the corpses of the Alan Hill soldiers lying under their feet, and raised their weapons.

"Long live the source of magic! Advance the whole army! We will not leave alive!" The long sword in the hands of the leading demon officer slashed forward and issued an order to attack.

Immediately after, countless demon soldiers raised their shields, lined up in a neat phalanx, and rushed to the pier barricade that had been bombed beyond recognition by the magic cannon.

"Destroy the city! Don't leave a living room!" The demons shouting slogans passed the officer and stepped forward. The thick armors on their bodies collided with each other and made a sound.

On the defensive position like ruins, a black eagle flag full of holes is flying stubbornly...