Chapter 1395 Mortal Watch

In the fiery moon when midsummer was approaching, the armies of the Alliance finally advanced to the edge of the central plain of the old Gondor Empire—in history, this plain was once called "Tarash Greenland", which was once occupied by the entire Loren Continent. The imperial capital that all intelligent races regard as the pearl is located on this vast and fertile land. Seven centuries ago, there was the most advanced magic city in the whole continent, the busiest air, surface and subway traffic, and the largest unattended hydroponic farm.

Even after seven hundred years, the splendor of Tarash Green can still be found in the historical scrolls.

However, that was the glory of seven hundred years ago—everything on this plain has been wiped out by the powerful magic power erupted from the Deep Blue Well and the erosion of the long years, except for the history books and the Ophelia Matrix database. In addition, no one can see the shadow of the past from this land full of polluted soil and deformed monsters. When the soldiers of the Alliance Legion entered the Tarash Plain, all they encountered were corruption, poison, and loss of control. The magic energy environment, and the endless monsters that are ten times crazier than before.

The 1st Army of the Cecil Empire on the northern line and the Typhon Winter Wolf Knights on the eastern line entered the Tarash Plain almost at the same time. Encountered a powerful counterattack from the Wasteland Legion - countless monsters swarmed from all directions, the sky and the ground were filled with distorted and mutated limbs, and in the weird thick fog, the aberrations were in front of everyone Appearing out of thin air in the air, and its tenacity of fighting will and flexibility of action are far beyond the comparison of the mob of the previous few days.

Marianne tightened the belt used to fix the enchanted breastplate, and then pressed one hand on the hilt of the knight's sword (in such a battlefield, this sword is only used as an officer's decoration in most cases), and the other Holding the communication crystal engraved with complex runes in one hand, she and her soldiers were stationed in a temporary front-line bunker built with magic. This simple bunker housed a high-power focus crystal and a set of A magic amplification array with a complex structure, which can amplify, guide and extend legion-level spells to a farther battlefield, and is an indispensable facility for the legion to move forward.

There is a layer of "mud" surging on the plain in the distance, and monstrous hostility is coming from countless roiling and roaring mutant creatures in the "mud", a strange purple-black thick fog floats above the surface, and there are many monsters in the fog. Shadowy things are gradually taking shape, which are distortions that are entering the real world from the boundary between virtual and real - a huge number of monsters will bring about an alienated environment, and the alienated environment can "release" more monsters. In the core area where the earth power is the strongest, this terrible cycle is endless.

Marianne watched the tide coming in, and tried hard to control her heartbeat and breathing. Her soldiers were at their respective posts, and everyone had nervous faces—these people were no longer recruits. He has seen blood and killed enemies on the battlefield, but in the most central area of ​​this wasteland, even a veteran of many battles will feel nervous.

The communication crystal in his hand suddenly vibrated and heated, and a calm male voice came from it: "Guide point twenty-six,

Acknowledgment signal. "

"This is the guidance point No. 26," Mariano said reflexively, while looking back at the half-buried crystal and the rune array around the crystal, "The charge has reached the threshold and can be released at any time. "

"Understood, the battle begins, good luck."

The low buzzing sound echoed between the rune array and the crystal, powerful legion-level spells began to take shape over the fortress, and the soldiers manipulated the magic nodes everywhere, focusing the spells on those constantly coming In the sky above the monster, in the sky, a faint array of three-dimensional runes has gradually formed, and between layers of phantom runes, electric sparks filled with destructive energy are crackling non-stop.

Mariannu turned her eyes to the plain outside the bunker, and she clenched the hilt of her sword tightly, feeling her heartbeat becoming steady and powerful again.

The relaxed and happy battlefield training is over, and the time of playing house with those cannon fodder distortions in the edge of the wasteland has passed. The recruits have seen blood and fire, and the next thing they have to face is the life and death The true appearance of the battle.

In the far northwest sky, a group of eye-catching red light suddenly exploded in the clouds. Under the rapidly spreading light ball, there were one after another flashes of artillery fire and air waves rising into the sky. Come, like the beating of a war drum, shaking everyone's heart—that is the vanguard of the Cecilians, and they have already handed over the wasteland army entrenched on the plain.

Mariannu took a light breath, and then slowly exhaled: "The show has begun..."

On the 32nd of the Fire Moon, the Northern and Eastern Front Legions of the Alliance took the lead in contacting the first batch of aberrations around the Tarash Plain, and had a fierce exchange of fire with the real main force of the Wasteland Legion. The Tarash Plain, which is full of aberrations, has put in firepower equivalent to the past week. After paying a certain price of casualties, the First Army led by General Philip and the Winter Wolf Knights led by General Andersa finally succeeded in breaking through the blocking of the aberrations. , Relying on superior firepower to "clear" the plains to create a place where they can gain a foothold.

Afterwards, the engineers erected a purification device in this narrow foothold. During the forty-eight hours of holding on, the two legions each repelled dozens of attacks from the enemy and successfully activated the purification tower—— At this point, the mortal kingdoms finally extended the blocking wall to the Tarash Plain and to the gate of the Deep Blue Well. After seven hundred years, the artificial lights representing the civilized world finally burned blazingly in the hinterland of this ancient country.

And after the offensives led by Cecil and Typhon's two empires achieved results, the coalition forces on the western and southern fronts finally successfully entered the Tarash area. The two coalition forces also each laid a vanguard position and erected their own purification devices. So far, the four legions from the mortal civilizations have finally all advanced to the core area of ​​the Gondor wasteland, and they are facing each other near the Deep Blue Well. .

Although the blocking wall has not yet been closed, the terrible "creeping disaster" still weighs on everyone's heart. Countless aberrations and biochemical synthetic beasts attack the front-line bunkers and trenches like nightmares every day, but when night falls When it arrived, the soldiers on the front line could already see a brilliant beam of light piercing the sky at the end of the horizon, and saw a hazy halo shining in the distance. The purification tower erected in the wasteland—on this land full of pollution and deformed creatures, the legions of all lines have become watchmen.

...

The rumbling "thunder" sounded on the distant battlefield, and a large number of marginal units disappeared in an organized manner, and then regenerated in this continuously compressed wasteland environment, while the counterattack firepower from the direction of the deep blue well continued Sweeping across the land, adding casualties meaningless to the Legion of the Wasteland, delaying the collapse of the final line of defense.

On this vast purple-black land, a black structure protruding like a mountain is slowly moving towards the direction of the Deep Blue Well, with countless deformed limbs and shapeless fleshy tentacles extending from its edges, like some kind of Many-legged insects, crawling on the ground like some kind of mollusk, the common biological concept has lost its meaning on this behemoth, he... or "it", at this moment, is just constantly moving towards the most eye-catching energy The reaction crawled, without stopping for a moment.

The artillery fire from the mortal civilization was killing its "herd", and it didn't care about it. The high-energy beam from the deep blue well left a terrible scar on it, and it seemed to be unconscious. In the deepest part of this huge creature , propped up by wood and bone pillars, and wrapped in a chitinous shell, a twisted treant that once symbolized a mortal has shown a completely dry and disintegrated posture, and can no longer see its appearance The tissues fell in all directions on the dark red "ground", and in the center of the biological tissue, another round platform covered with runes rose from it. The round platform seemed to be made of intertwined tree roots and bones, and there was a The shimmering orb was pulsating slowly.

The inside of the sphere was blurry, as if soaking in a heart, and as if floating a brain.

Borken is sleeping here, reliving one memory after another in a dream that cannot wake up. Those "noises" that used to whistling in the depths of its mind have all disappeared at some point. The wake-up cries are now only vaguely sleepy, and Borken is very satisfied, just like the promise of the elf twins-when the assimilation is completed, it will really no longer hear those annoying voices.

In a half-dream, it climbed a hill that was once part of the Deep Blue Well's outermost defenses, but the Legion of the Wasteland crushed it, and the centuries-old watchtower was turned into twisted metal in the dirt. The wreckage, the scorching Iron Man core cooled in the mud, it looked towards the end of its crawl, and saw a huge pit like a crater, which was the former capital of Gondor.

A "sharp cone"-like structure made of molten crystals is lying quietly in the center of the deep pit. At this moment, a dazzling white stream of light is erupting from the top of the cone, and the entire deep pit is now shrouded in a cloud of darkness. With a thick shield, the stream of light blends into the shield, making this protective barrier incredibly tough.

Borken stretched out his "hand" - it was an indeterminate limb splitting and growing from the soft flesh tissue. It used this limb to touch the shield, as if a flying insect greedily wanted to touch it. Bright, in the next second, the huge pain was sent back to its consciousness through the nerves in its limbs. It felt that its limbs were directly annihilated and consumed by some powerful energy, which made it howl in the dream.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly entered its mind: "Stop, Borken."

Whose voice is this? It sounds familiar... The voice seems to come from a pair of sisters, but Borken can't remember their names and appearance.

"Stop, Borken," the voice said again, this time with more specific instructions, "root down into the ground, where you should feel a rift of energy coming from a branch of the Deep Blue Well. Don't you want endless power? Then draw its power, and draw as much as you can."

Borken didn't think too much, and part of its limbs had already begun to extend deep into the earth. It easily pierced through the collapsed ancient subways, communication tunnels, and outer bunkers that had been abandoned by the Ophelia Matrix. In a very deep position, he finally touched that strong energy pulsation.

Those are the blood vessels of this planet, the blood flow of this planet, and the heartbeat of this planet—sweet and mellow, something it desperately needs.

Leierna is standing in a biological chamber below the "brain ventricle". A clear image is emerging on the surface of a part of the wall of this chamber. It is divided into more than a dozen grids, showing the distant battlefield and the deep blue well barrier respectively. , the stubborn Iron Man Corps, and the tunnels spreading deep underground.

Footsteps came from the side, and Leierna didn't look back, she heard a voice from behind: "It has started to absorb energy, and it has started to use the energy to open the 'crack' according to our instructions."

"The control nodes are also taking effect normally... the barriers between the realms are gradually being weakened," Leierna said softly, "It's coming soon... the end of this stupid reincarnation is coming..."

"It's a pity that all of this didn't go according to the plan at the beginning, and there were a lot of variables in the middle." Fierna's tone seemed a little regretful, but the smile on her face didn't change at all, "In our original plan , this could have all ended sooner and more completely."

"But now it has an interesting process," Leierna narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was feeling something, "Did you feel it? Those burning wills... The mortal army has surrounded the entire battlefield, and they We're being assaulted from every direction, a weak, loose, changeable race, now bursting with astonishing power, we've never seen this before... haven't we?"

"Yeah, it's an interesting process," Ferna said softly. "The weaker races trapped in the vortex of fate are trying to control the vortex itself. I almost expect them to succeed this time."

Leierna didn't speak, but after a few seconds of silence, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes seemed to be watching something in the distance through the thick biological tissue and the vast battlefield: "Did you feel it?"

"I feel it, 'he' is here." The smile on Ferna's face became wider, and her tone seemed to be really happy, "Our good neighbor and good 'brother', interesting, he even brought his The mortal body came in person..."

Leierna also laughed, and she and Fierna said in unison: "This is the first time in 1.8 million years that we are so close..."

...

In the command center of the alliance's northern front, Gawain suddenly looked in the direction of the Deep Blue Well.

All he saw was the wall with the tactical map hanging on it, and the four bright red arrows on the map were pointing to the deep blue well in the center of the wasteland.

"What's wrong with you?" Amber's voice came from the side, it sounded like she was taken aback by Gawain's sudden reaction, "Why all of a sudden..."

"It's okay," Gawain exhaled, turned his head and refocused on the holographic sand table on the tactical table in front of him, and nodded slightly to Philip on the other side, "Go ahead, we are only one step away from the Deep Blue Well It's too far away, but this step is not easy to get over... The 'Creeping Calamity' is standing between us and the Deep Blue Well, and it seems that it...or the 'Sentinel' behind it, has noticed our presence gone."