Chapter 1308 Regional Victory

A surprise, a surprise that has been crawling in the depths of the dark land for a whole year, is being drilled out of the rocks and soil on the border between the Black Forest and the Belt Plain with a shocking posture like a natural disaster, presenting itself to those swarming from the wasteland. In the eyes of the army of aberrations.

The shock rumbled in the depths of the earth, and the entire southern border of the Dark Mountains was shaking continuously. In the depths of the dark soil, in the stratum structure that humans cannot detect, the huge plant structure that spread all the way from the Sorin Plain has already penetrated. Countless astonishing tunnels and openings emerged. These things, which I don’t know whether they should be counted as roots or vines, gnawed at the soil and stones all the way, and drew extra energy from the biomass conversion plants and storage tanks set up along the way. It has been growing continuously for months, accumulating strength for today's breaking out of the ground, and now, the moment of breaking out of the ground and embracing the sun has finally arrived, the "far branches" of these Sorin giant trees...began to stretch their structures wantonly on the ground .

Prickly vines and wooden stakes tore through the ground, and from the Cecilian's southern advance base to the dark mountain pass at the junction of Typhon and Cecil, countless plant structures are cracking from place to place at a frantic speed And the caves swarmed out, those huge "roots" that came out were chilling, even from a distance, it seemed that the earth had grown countless ecstatic tentacles in an instant, and they were like seaweeds in the air under the dim sky. Stretching and shaking wildly, all the intersections leading to the dark mountains have been blocked in the blink of an eye.

The deformed army in front sent back the last scene they saw before they died, and that terrifying scene was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the dark druid Bertram—he saw dark green or dark brown root tendrils The wrist drilled out of the ground and swept towards the nearby deformed bodies and various mutant creatures in the posture of a predator. Those vines pierced the flesh and blood of the monsters and rolled up their bodies. A mass of rotten flesh, those vines wrapped around the dying monsters and the mixture of flesh and blood, dragged them one after another into the large number of huge mouths that suddenly opened on the surface, and in those dark and deep cracks, what Bertram saw It is countless squirming and rubbing teeth, churning and rolling muscles, and a boiling and bubbling pond of digestive juice.

Underneath the entire strip plain...is a digestive organ with a width of hundreds of kilometers, a hungry stomach with teeth based on underground caves and huge biological structures, this huge digestive system is already here Hungry for a long, long time, and now... the death of all things in the wasteland sent a huge amount of food to this hungry wriggling stomach.

Soon, these foods will be transformed and become a new source of biomass for the green forest barrier, and become new limbs and limbs of the "plant forest sea" that gushes out crazily!

A chill that had been forgotten by him for hundreds of years finally surged out from the depths of his limbs. Bertram felt that every inch of bark and every branch of his body was shaking in the cold wind. In the pictures sent back by several aberrations, he saw that the roots emerging from the ground were hardening and deforming rapidly, and their structures facing the sky quickly became the appearance of towering giant trees. Those giant trees not only became protective The green barrier of the mortal world, at the same time, they themselves are spreading their green leaves to greedily absorb the sunlight, and continue to replicate and spread their roots outward, making the defense line even more stable.

What was even more frightening than this scene was the voice linking into his spirit!

Ever since the deformed body corps in front came into contact with the green forest barrier, the vaguely familiar but particularly chilling female voice has been transmitted to my mind through some kind of neural connection!

"You're scared, and I can smell your fear, Bertram... that's funny, I've 'worked' with you for hundreds of years, and I've seen you and your deformed brethren for hundreds of years Respectable comrades who are willing to sacrifice for a great cause, you say that you are fearless in the wasteland, you say that the continuation of the world is your most noble pursuit...but now you command a frenzied and dirty army to attack us, After a little setback, I trembled in fear... Bertram, am I so scary?"

That voice was constantly transmitted to his brain through the nerve nodes permeating the depths of the earth and running on the battlefield. The dark druid shook his branches, desperately urging the guards around him to escort him as far away from this land as possible. In the depths of the wasteland in the area, at the same time, an angry roar came out in his mind: "Beltera! You freak who is more deformed than us! You monster that is more disgusting than a deformity! You stand in front of those lower creatures. In the camp, you gnawed dirt underground to build a barrier for them, but you are still a freak, you will have no place in that so-called 'civilized country'! You are... a traitor among the evolutionaries! !"

"I need to correct you, Bertram," Bertila's voice continued to pierce the dark priest's nervous system like a sharp awl, and there seemed to be great irony hidden in his calm narrative, "These so-called low-level people in your eyes Creatures have defeated the mad god in a head-on confrontation, and ended the famine that permeated the Holy Spirit Plain within two years. They have allied with the dragon, reconciled with the gods, and deciphered the truth of the entire universe in the kingdom of God. No one has the right to call them 'lower beings', and as for your concern about my place in civilization... I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, I'm full of new friends here, a man who dares not even a god Killing race, their knowledge is not as shallow as you imagine..."

The tremor in the depths of the earth came again, and there was a thunderous sound near the extinguished majestic wall in the distance. Another living forest rose from the depths of the earth, and the shaking tentacles and vines devoured the surrounding area. The aberrations and wasteland monsters that could be touched began to transform in situ, forming layer after layer of protection, and next to this rapidly forming "forest", the deafening noise began to roar again.

That was the roar of the main gun of the "General Winter" armored train——as the human defense line stabilized again, that terrible steel fortress had once again started to shoot shells in the direction of the Gondor wasteland, and the powerful shells it fired It fell outside the "predation range" of the "living forest barrier", and slaughtered all the monsters that escaped the predation of the living forest.

Half of the main forward force of the legion had already been buried in the continuous artillery fire and stomach acid tumbling underground in the living forest. The astonishing loss of nerve signal feedback made Bertram's eyes tear open.

"Beltilla!" He stopped in rage, turned around and glared at the living forest standing on the edge of the majestic wall that had completely blocked the gap, he felt his heterogeneous nervous system was boiling with anger, "In the final analysis, your posture is nothing more than a mutated monster like us! Do you think you are a great savior?!"

"There has never been a savior, and all mortals are saving themselves - Brother Gawain told me," the tingling pain in the nervous system struck again, and Bertila's voice pierced into the depths of Bertram's mind, "and The so-called monsters... my former colleagues, sometimes only monsters... are the most suitable for fighting monsters, the Cecilians have always advocated practicality..."

Bertram turned around and left, quickly moving deeper into the wasteland under the protection of the guards. He left half of his troops and let them attract the artillery fire from the Cecils, while continuing to move into the wasteland. After walking a distance, he finally felt his nervous system gradually recovering—the constant tingling began to subside.

This phenomenon made him feel relieved: Although the living forest looks terrifying, her power can only be maintained in a fixed area like a plant. Although the forest obviously has the ability to spread, her spreading The speed is limited by the biomass reserves and her own structure, so she cannot run into the wasteland to chase herself.

A strong enemy that cannot move is not a strong enemy.

At this moment, Bertram was really relaxed, and even deliberately let himself over-relax, as if he wanted to use this method to temporarily forget the horror of the living forest, and forget the horrifying sounds from those front-line aberrations. Grinding teeth from the ground, the pain of being dissolved by the stomach of the living forest, and most of all... forgetting your own terrible failure to lose half of the vanguard.

He stopped in a low-lying land, surrounded by towering rocks that blocked the cold wind on the wasteland, he seemed to be able to hear the faint sound, the loud sound of shells landing and the chewing sound of the living forest , and amidst these sounds that seemed to be phantom pain remaining in the nervous system, he heard an intermittent, already very weak whispering whisper——

"Run away as much as you want... go back to your lair...but we will find you eventually, Bertram... there is still a dessert missing from my distal limb, and there is a corner in my stomach still for you and Bo Erken and stay..."

...

In front of the half-buried communication bunker, Fendil stared dumbfounded at the shocking changes on the battlefield. He looked in the direction of the dark mountains and saw a lush jungle standing in the wind. The jungle was so lush that It is impossible to imagine that the land was barren and scorched not long ago; in the dark shadows deep in the jungle, you can see some twisted and wriggling roots and vines swimming fast, while calming the surrounding land, while In the process of rapid tissue transformation, it becomes the bushes, flowers and berry bushes of the forest.

Fendil recognized those berry bushes and bushes. He had been to Solinburg to visit. In that miracle land, similar berries and bushes can be seen everywhere, and they are very important local economic products.

The young Marquis of the North has roughly guessed a lot of things. He looked down at the emerald green ivy on the ground near the gate of the fortification and the few small flowers that had just bloomed on the ground next to it, and couldn't help muttering softly: "This is really... A big deal."

He couldn't guess the complete plan of His Majesty the Emperor, but he could guess that this should be a hole card, and it was a hole card that was forced to be turned over in advance-the attack of the army of mutants on the Sentinel Tower was an unexpected situation. The extinction of the wall was not planned, so this "living forest" that suddenly rose to block the gap should not have been used to deal with this time. This card should have other uses, but now...

The extinction of the majestic wall forced Ms. Bertila, who was sneaking into the depths of the wasteland, to get out ahead of time, exposing herself to the eyes of the enemy as a living forest.

Fendil shook his head, and didn't let his thoughts go deeper. This is not something he can think about now.

The excitement and impulsiveness when they first joined the army have been cooled by reality. This vast, uncontrollable battlefield beyond the knowledge taught in school allows young people to clearly recognize the difference between the real frontline of this era and their own imagination. .

Just then, there was a buzzing sound from inside the bunker, mixed with the rustle of signal interference.

Fendil and the communications soldiers he led quickly glanced at each other, turned around and ran into the bunker.

The magic network terminal that was urgently repaired was emitting vague and intermittent broadcasting sounds, and the voice from the front-line command center was broadcasting to all the soldiers on the entire defense line.

The content of the broadcast required the soldiers to take advantage of the short respite time to rest quickly, each department reported the losses, transported the wounded, reorganized the team, abandoned the magnificent wall that had been completely extinguished and could not be restarted, and relied on the just-appeared "green forest barrier" to rebuild line of defense.

Fendil was relieved that the general didn't order a rash counterattack and advance the wasteland in this sudden "victory".

The retreat of the Aberrant Legion is only a partial appearance. What is hidden under the partial appearance is the possibility that the entire magnificent wall, except Cecil's line of defense, will be completely out of control. What's more... that piece of living forest can't stand like an ordinary military unit. just go.

Stabilizing and strengthening the line of defense is the current top priority, and a successful counterattack is the next thing to consider.

"Sir..." A soldier's voice came from the side, interrupting Fendil's thinking. The soldier looked nervously at the "forest" not far away that was shaking slightly in the wind, and murmured cautiously , "This forest... is really our ally?"

"...The army of the empire is changing with each passing day, and sometimes there will be some unexpected friendly units appearing suddenly," Fendil didn't know how to explain what he had guessed to the soldier, and could only have a strange expression Forcibly said, "It will be fine when you get used to it, I have learned even weirder things in the non-commissioned officer school..."

"Yeah?" The corner of the soldier's mouth twitched, but he couldn't help turning his head to look at the forest not far away, and muttered softly, "Then this is a bit too strange..."

"Stop nagging, the orders from above have come down," Fendil shook his head helplessly, and sighed, "Let's report back to the general base first... I have a hunch that all this has just begun."

...

The "living forest" that popped up near Sentinel Tower 98 was not only seen by Cecils and Aberrants.

Its scale is so large and its scope is so wide that it even reaches near the defense line of the Typhon people.

In the east of the "Green Forest Barrier", on the top of a dangerous mountain, Andersa Wendell, wearing a cloak, was standing in the cold wind, looking at the "forest" that blocked the gap in the barrier with twitching corners of her eyes.

"Cecil... What's going on here?"

She suddenly felt that the changes in this world had made her a little confused.

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