Chapter 1328 Overlooking the Darkness

A patriarch who commanded the large army died, this is the highest-level dark priest who died since the beginning of the war——Marcellus' soul wailing at the moment his mind dissipated was like a gust of wind in the vast root network of the wasteland Echoing, harsh and sharp, mixed with strong hatred and anger, as well as unconcealable fear and unwillingness.

This scream entered the mind of Grand Priest Borken, making him look at the western plain in the dark night in surprise, and couldn't help repeating softly again: "Marcellus is dead..."

The lower-level nodes also learned this amazing news. The dark forest gathered around the hill suddenly made a series of chaotic sounds of rubbing branches and leaves, and the dark twisted "trees" whispered on the plain, and the deformed bodies under their control The army also inevitably produced some waves—but these waves did not last for a long time, and the idea from the Grand Master made the entire church quiet in a short period of time.

The two figures stepped onto the platform at the top of the hill one after the other. Borken looked at the twin sisters who appeared in his sight, his dark brown eyes rolled: "It seems that you have also received the news."

"We can hear voices in the root network—the wailing of Marcellus at the moment of his death was really loud," Fierna said, shaking her head, "Oh, what a tragedy."

"That's our compatriot, and your compatriot." Borken immediately shook the dry branch, staring at the elf sister with an indifferent face. "You should maintain the minimum respect."

"Of course, we deeply regret this, but regret cannot bring Dean Marcellus back to life," Reina said with a sincere expression, "The key is what was sent back by Dean Marcellus before his martyrdom?" Intelligence. How did he die? Wasn’t the Western Front Legion the smoothest advance among all legions? Marcellus even sent back news that he could capture Ruby City within a week and destroy it within half a month. All the resistance forces in Ogulei's territory occupy the peak of the ancestors—how could he die suddenly?"

"An air unit of the Cecilians has entered the Western Front." Borken's eyes paused on the Elf Twins for a while, and then he said in a deep voice, "Before that, the advance of the Western Front Legion was indeed very smooth. Marcellus even reached the gate of Ruby City, but then met the Cecils who came to support him..."

Borken was silent for two seconds, as if he was carefully extracting the last thought signal from Marcellus, and then continued after a while: "He described a very exaggerated scene before, and he said that the Cecilians' Floating cities in the sky, fighting with flying fortresses and castles', he says, is a kind of war machine similar to the Temple of the Stars, but purer than the Temple of the Stars - and we are not those flying fortresses in air power opponent."

The expressions on the faces of the Fierna sisters finally showed a trace of solemnity, and they asked in unison: "Did the swelling polluter work?"

"It can't be approached - those air fortresses have a large number of escort units, and their firepower is far more fierce than that of the swollen polluters," Borken said in a very serious tone, "I don't know if Marcellus is exaggerating... In his words, our flying arms and anti-aircraft firepower have little effect on those fortresses of the Cecilians..."

"Even so..." Reina said thoughtfully, "Our legion's command node is far away from the front line, and Marcellus has always been a cautious person, he will not personally charge into the battle—even if the forward The main force was really crushed by Cecil's flying fortress, and he should have enough time to evacuate.

Even Bertram had a chance to escape unscathed when he encountered the living forest on the northern line. How was Marcellus killed when he had already established an advantage on the battlefield? "

"...This part of the information is very vague," Borken's tone became more and more serious, "The previous information was sent back when he still had time, and the content was quite clear, but it seems that there was an extremely chaotic situation before his death. In the current situation, the information sent back was not only fragmented, but also seemed to have been seriously disturbed... The only thing that is certain is that when the incident happened, the main force of the Cecils was still near the Red Jade City, and soon we and the Western Front The legion's command unit lost contact, and within a few minutes, Marcellus' last message before dying entered the root network..."

"A certain kind of ultra-long-range attack is fast and powerful, and can break through the layers of defense around the command node, and this process is very likely to be accompanied by very strong communication interference," Ferna said immediately, "I just can't be sure about this." Whether this interference is a side effect of the attack or another technical means of the Cecilians... This is really bad."

"Yes, it's very bad," Reina nodded and said, and then looked at Borken, "Then what's the situation on the Western Front now? After Marcellus died, who is controlling the Aberrant Legion."

"It wasn't just Marcellus who died in battle, but also a dozen or so priests around him—it was a large-scale blow." Speaking of this, Borken's mood was obviously even worse, "The Western Front Corps at the command node After disappearing, I fell into chaos. Although I transferred the command right to Banor, who was the closest, the moment I received the news, there were still a large number of 'soldiers' who were far away from the command node and then permanently lost control... out of control and scattered The aberrations are no match for the Grand Army, and they will probably be wiped out soon, and the Western Front Army has now shrunk to the front line of the Wind-Eroded Valley under the control of Banor, and has begun to move south."

"...It can be said that you are running around like a mouse, what a mess," Ferna sighed, "It seems that our grand plan will not be easy to realize, Grand Priest."

"Put away this meaningless exclamation, unless you are just watching the excitement at this time," Borken snorted, "Talk about your thoughts-the situation is a bit beyond our initial plan, We may need to make some adjustments in our follow-up actions.”

"Don't worry too much, Your Excellency the High Priest," Leierna laughed, her tone was very calm, "The army in the wasteland hasn't been fully mobilized yet, and we haven't exerted our full strength. As for those Cecils...they do have some Unexpectedly, but they can't take care of all the borders. We don't need to completely flatten every inch of land outside the wasteland, we just need to complete the release of rune stones, let those mortals enjoy false victories on local battlefields, The Loren Continent is so vast, they will definitely choose to give up some land in order to maintain the situation in the later stage - when we complete the 'domestication' of the entire planet, is the time to really decide the winner."

Reina's calm and powerful speech seemed to make Borken feel better. The branches on the edge of the canopy of the dark patriarch stretched a little, but his tone was still serious: "But it must be admitted that the Cecilians continue to If this continues, the 'window' in which we can cast rune stones will become more and more limited. Now the mortal defenders on the eastern and southern fronts have united and fought against us with the power of the whole country, especially those elves ...The crash of the Temple of the Stars not only did not destroy their morale, but instead caused their Millennium Legion to come out. Every time we put in an extra rune stone, we have to pay a price that is two or three times higher than before. This is not a good tendency .”

"Indeed, things can't continue like this," Fierna nodded and said, "We need to look for weaknesses in the mortal line of defense again, and the most important thing is intelligence—especially the intelligence of the Cecils. From the beginning of the war to the present , They have come up with too many things that surprise us, this kind of 'accident' is not a good thing on the battlefield. Their living forest is still trying to spread into the wasteland, and their flying war fortresses are definitely They won’t stay near Hongyu City honestly, we have to find out the details of these things.”

As soon as Fierna finished speaking, Leierna on the side immediately said: "Speaking of the living forest of the Cecils, as far as I know, that 'Ms. Beltella' has been trying to penetrate the forest we set up The 'immunity barrier' in the north?"

"Yes... that woman!" Mentioning the former "compatriot" "Beltera", Borken obviously gritted his teeth more than mentioning the flying fortress of the Cecilians, "She inherited what Franken left behind. All inheritance, inherited the knowledge and mysteries of that underground palace, and now she uses that knowledge against us—

"That living forest is attacking our northern immune barrier every day. For this reason, our root network must use nearly one-third of its power to resist her invasion. If this is not the case, the strength of our control over each legion It should be stronger than it is now, and it won't happen that a large number of edge nodes lose control immediately after Marcellus' death!"

"The fortress flying in the sky is not easy to deal with for the time being, and the forest tentacles wriggling underground are at least something we can touch—and the threat she poses to us will obviously increase day by day," Leierna said, "Grand Master, we We should first find a way to curb the spread of that forest, at least to understand her...survival mechanism. It is not a simple matter for a creature whose body is rooted in the Holy Spirit Plain to spread her limbs to the southern foot of the Dark Mountain Range."

Borken fell into contemplation, the dry and twisted branches and leaves were silent in the night, and then he suddenly shook his branches, and a mental signal was transmitted to the root network along with his actions.

The dark dense forest surrounding the hill swayed, and the next second, a hunched, withered figure pulled out the roots from the soil and walked out from the dense forest. This figure climbed onto the hill, and the dirty clouds over the wasteland The magical radiance naturally aroused within illuminated this figure—it was the dark patriarch Bertram who fled back to the wasteland in embarrassment from the northern battlefield not long ago, and directly buried half of the main force in the first battle.

"Grand Priest, are you looking for me?" Pertram lowered his branches, completely without the high-spirited look he had when he commanded the army to destroy the Northern Sentinel Tower and almost broke through the defense lines of Cecil and Typhon.

Although the failure of the northern defense line was not entirely his responsibility, and the living forest of the Cecilians lurking at the southern foot of the mountain range was completely unexpected, but he blindly advanced at the beginning of the battle, lost the battle and became confused, which eventually led to half the battle. It is also a fact that the main force was buried in the living forest.

After hastily fleeing back to the wasteland, Bertram was deprived of command of the Legion of the North, endured harsh punishment, and now took root like a disgrace in the corner of this twisted forest, a laughing stock of the Legion—even Those dark druids of the lowest level were secretly ridiculing the scene where he ran for hundreds of kilometers from the dark mountains, left all his subordinates and fled back to the base camp.

He never thought that he would have the chance to be summoned by the Grand Master again.

"I will give you a chance to wash away your shame and make up for your mistakes," Borken said in a low voice, looking at the crooked tree man in front of him, "Pertram, you must accept this opportunity."

"Of course, I will wait for your order at any time!" Bertram said immediately, the snake-like vine roots squirming under his feet, "I will definitely complete your task!"

"Confidence is a good thing, but don't boast so early," Borken said lightly, "Do you still have the courage to face the battlefield in the north?"

Bertram was stunned for a moment, and then shook the dry branch vigorously: "Of course, these days I have been scorched by flaming hatred, that battlefield... I am always eager to return to the front line... "

"Very well, then you will return to the northern line to support our 'immune barrier'—our root network is facing the invasion of the living forest, and you have directly contacted the spiritual body of Beltira," Borken stared at Bertlam and said, "Look for the power that pierced your soul, look for the extension track of that power underground, look for the truth that Bertila can extend the body so far, and her power origin of……"

The cold night wind blows across the plains, and the wasteland of Gondor in winter is shrouded in dead silence.

Bertram's body became even more stooped, and he hung down the branches respectfully, the dry leaves trembling in the wind: "Follow your order, Grand Priest."

Bertram withdrew, and silence returned to the hill for a while. Borken seemed to be thinking about something, while the elf twins just stood calmly not far away. No one knew what they were thinking, even Even Borken didn't know much about it.

Of course, he couldn't hear the whispers between Fierna and Leierna on the spiritual level.

"Things are starting to get interesting, aren't they?" The voice of "one of them" suddenly sounded in the telepathic connection that only the elf twins could hear.

"Yeah, floating fortresses, living forests... Those 'Ceciles' have created a lot of interesting things. Based on the foundation of this season's civilization, their development trajectory and current direction are infinitely close to that 'ideal' Model'."

"The starting point of all this is the 'visitor'."

"The changes brought about by the visitors...whether it will eventually change the mortal beings of this season, whether an extraterrestrial soul who has fallen into the world, can really become a variable on this planet...it is really worth looking forward to."

"But there is a greater possibility that this season's civilization will still disappear like the countless rounds of civilizations that looked promising before. An ambitious 'fallen person' can only be turned into a ghost in the face of the mighty force of fate. Dust—civilization is meaningless, and the activities brought by "wisdom" are just a meaningless note among the stars. Whether it is the sailors, mortals and gods, they are just leaving some fleeting moments for this universe. phantom."

"It doesn't matter. We don't have to care about this process. Regardless of whether the foreigner will change everything or not, it will be...interesting enough."

Quiet in the mind connection, "Fierna" and "Leerna" continued to stand quietly on the hill, overlooking this dark and boundless wasteland with indifferent eyes.

As Sentinels have done for the past 1.8 million years.

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