Chapter 1402 The Dark Clouds Dissipate

It was a magnificent, weird and terrifying scene, a scene that would be listed as a taboo chapter in any mythic epic and disaster story because it was too shocking. It bloomed over the Tarash Plain, and at least hundreds of thousands of people Witnessed the soul-stirring spectacle—an out-of-control deformed god, a monstrous patchwork of shapeless flesh and countless twisted limbs, bursting through a profane and monstrous chasm Into the real world, but what rushed out was only half of the body.

His body seemed to be cut off in the middle by some terrible force. It seemed that the blocking existence behind him delivered a fatal blow while he was struggling with all his strength. Flying down out of the crack, it rushed towards the southeast of the Deep Blue Well like a falling meteorite, and sprinkled tons of dirty flesh and a large number of fragments of unknown composition along the way. It finally landed on a wilderness north of the Typhon frontline base, and continued to roll over the undulating land, dragging out a terrifying trench that spread for several kilometers.

And from the time when the terrifying ancient god flew out to when he finally fell, the fragments it threw left a "bloodstain" tens of kilometers long in the northern part of the Tarash Plain. This bloodstain extended from the edge of the corpse of the crawling disaster Out, like a festering sore erupting.

Several huge figures passed by the bottom of the clouds, and Coretta boldly lowered her altitude a little. The scene on the ground was reflected in her dark golden eyes. The debris that fell was like hot sulfur, emitting thick smoke between the ravines, and the rocks and soil soaked in their blood seemed to be steaming as if encountering strong acid. The flowing dirty blood almost completely changed the terrain of these dozens of kilometers, It is connected with the several kilometers long trench created after the fall of the god's corpse, forming a deeper and deeper canyon.

But this terrifying process of destruction has ended. When the dragons approached for reconnaissance, the blood and wreckage had gradually cooled down, and the process of corrosion and assimilation of the earth was also quickly terminated. It seemed that this brief and rapid destruction was the reverse tide The last reverberation left after the fall—finally, at the end of the trench, Coretta saw the "God's Corpse" that had been buried by a third of the mass of earth and rocks.

It was motionless, apparently completely inactive, and the "blood" that was rapidly losing its strength and uniqueness formed a puddle of water around it, and those distorted limbs were soaking in its own blood, while in the "god" On the shocking fracture on the main body of "Corpse", there seems to be some off-white light and shadow flashing away.

"...This is the Tarrond Expeditionary Force. We have arrived at the crash point of 'Backtide'," Coretta opened the communication and said in a deep voice, "The target...has stopped moving, and the energy response of its wreckage is fading rapidly. No divine contamination detected, confirmed dead, at least... the 'half' that entered the physical world is dead."

"This is the Alliance Headquarters, thank you for your hard work," Gao Wen's voice came from the communicator, "Continue to be vigilant, don't rush into close contact with the target, set up a security guard in the crash area, and wait for the experts from the Theocratic Council intervention.

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After the communication was hung up, Gao Wen's eyes were still looking at the direction where the "Against the Tide" fell from a distance. Although he had witnessed everything that happened, he still felt a strong sense of unreality at this time. The development of the situation It was completely beyond his expectation. There was no such item in all the plans. This made Gao Wen, who was used to everything prepared in advance, very uncomfortable, but one thing was already a certainty——the terrifying crisis created by the sentinels in the end, has disappeared.

As for who gave Ni Chao that fatal blow at the last moment, Gao Wen certainly had the answer in his heart.

He exhaled lightly, turned to look at Amber: "It seems that Ms. Ye..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words: there was nothing beside him, and there was no sign of Amber at all.

But Gao Wen was 100% sure that Amber was standing there just now, standing side by side with him! And even though she has an outstanding talent for shadows, she has never suddenly disappeared from her perception like this—when did she leave? !

Gawain felt something was wrong for no reason, but just when he was about to call someone, Amber's breath suddenly appeared again, and her voice came from the other side of Gawain, with the same bluff as usual: " Mom... what happened just now? Could it be that the 'Negative Tide' drilled too hard and broke himself alive? Can it still be done like this?"

Gao Wen suddenly looked back, and saw Amber standing there, staring out the window while yelling, it seemed natural as if she had been standing there from the beginning.

"Hey? What are you looking at me for?" Of course, Amber noticed Gao Wen's eyes immediately, and immediately jumped back half a step, "I didn't make a mistake just now, I just sighed—and you looked at me Aren't you surprised that an ancient god died so suddenly?"

"That's not the problem," Gawain frowned. He was sure that Amber's aura disappeared for a moment just now, but at this time the other party appeared in front of him, and there was no abnormality in his aura, words and deeds. He became more and more concerned, "You have been standing here just now? Did you leave suddenly?"

"Me? Leaving suddenly? Did your nerves become too tense and fragmented?" Amber stared suddenly, "Of course I have been standing here, and just now I heard you discuss with the other two how to fight against the tide Well, then that thing came out of the crack, died all the way, I stood in front of the window with you and watched... Don't scare me, I'm easily scared, let me tell you... "

Hearing this, even Gao Wen began to doubt whether he was hallucinating just now. Amber's description was completely correct, and her expression was obviously not fake, but the strangeness of that moment still left a deep impression on Gao Wen's heart. He was deeply puzzled, but just when he wanted to verify something, a voice suddenly came from the communicator interrupted him: "This is the 'High Tower', and the synchronization of the blocking wall has been completed."

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The roar of the chaotic monster was endless like a nightmare. The magic waste energy filled in the air burned the nerves and thinking of the mages. The rune nodes controlled by the warriors had been overheated in a large area. Marianne held her officer's long sword tightly. , this long sword, which is only an ornament in most cases, is now stained with blood. In order to defend this fortress, she and her soldiers have had to fight six times in a row against the deformed bodies that broke through the blockade. fight.

The young female knight held a long sword in both hands, stood behind the protective wall of the watchtower and looked at the defense line. Her body was covered with various pains and dizziness caused by exhaustion, and her will was tested wave after wave. Focus all your attention on the battlefield in front of you, trying to keep yourself from thinking about things that are not your turn to worry about——

The doomsday-like creeping disaster of the living body, the mysterious steel battleship that descended on the battlefield, the nightmare-like ancient god... These things that far surpassed the power of mortals came and went on this battlefield, and the fate of the whole world is at stake. It seems to be placed on the blade, and it is difficult to maintain it in the confrontation of power that destroys the world.

And she, a little Typhon nobleman, a low-level officer who has just set foot on the battlefield, a knight, is just the tiniest splash in this wave.

Millions of mortal soldiers, everyone is such a small splash, the power of destroying the world has the same power to fight against it, and mortals also have their own battlefields. There was fire everywhere, and the waves on the land never stopped. Countless people like Marianne and her soldiers fought, were wounded, or died on this land.

The empire needs each of her subjects to do their part - and civilization needs each of her individuals to carry their burdens forward.

The rumbling tremor spread from afar again, and Mariannu clenched the long sword in her hand again. She didn't know whether this temporary fortress could withstand the next round of shock, just like she didn't know that she Is there still a chance to go back to her hometown and tell Dana and Carrie about her experience on the battlefield, but she knows that as long as everyone persists here to the end, then someone will be able to go back alive and tell the story of what happened here everything.

But in the next second, an invisible force that suddenly swept across the entire plain interrupted Marianne's actions. This force was like a gust of wind, and suddenly blew away the kind of force that was entrenched on everyone due to the abnormal magic environment. Suddenly, Marianne felt the chaotic magic around her suddenly become orderly, and felt that the monstrous malice and hostility pervading the Tarash plain were dissipating like ice and snow.

She heard shouts coming from not far away, and she followed the sound, and saw the soldiers in front of the line of defense cheering, and when she looked further away, she saw the deformities that kept pouring in on the scorched black ground Suddenly smoke and dust rose from the monsters—like dead souls illuminated by the scorching sun, these monsters that had occupied this wasteland for seven centuries began to dissipate out of thin air, and a certain force that had supported their existence for a long time was disintegrated Now, the boundary between virtuality and reality is quickly returning to its original position. These distorted objects wandering on the boundary between nightmares and reality are disappearing in pieces on the wasteland, and even those synthetic beasts bred by the dark priests are also gone. One after another, they fell to their deaths on the spot.

Obviously, although those synthetic beasts are not deformed themselves, their activities are also highly dependent on the environmental support in the wasteland.

Mariannu blinked, she didn't understand what happened for a while, but soon she heard the cold and steady voice of General Andersa Wendell from the communication crystal on her waist: "Block The wall has been closed, and all troops remain alert and stand by, waiting for further instructions."

The blocking wall closed.

Mariannu raised her head subconsciously, and in the next second, she saw a spectacular scenery that was enough to make her remember for a lifetime——

Brilliant beams of light rose up from the dark plain one after another, and spread to the distance on the dark land. Immediately afterwards, the beams of light pierced through the clouds, and a majestic, shock wave-like energy suddenly exploded above the Deep Blue Well. Spreading, this force increased rapidly, and a gap was broken in the thick and dirty cloud layer above the Tarash Plain, and then the gap expanded rapidly, eventually dispelling the entire cloud layer.

The polluting high-energy clouds have receded, revealing the clear and bright sky behind them. The huge sun has gradually sunk to the west, and golden rays of light are sprinkled on this devastated land. Under the sun, the last deformed body is like a phantom The smoke and dust on the earth were smudged into a golden red in the sun, all the blood, corpses, swords, fortresses, the lucky and the victors, and the ancient deep blue well - all bathed in the same place. in the sun.

Marianne seemed to be fascinated by it. She raised her head in a daze, and looked up at the sky in the setting sun for a long time, which she thought she had no chance to see again. Then, she saw something else appeared in her field of vision middle.

It was a series of "shooting stars" - they flew from extremely high places, burned brightly in the atmosphere and fell, and countless fragments were engulfed in flames and thick smoke, which looked like a rain of fire.

Under the reflection of the golden-red sunset, this burning fire rain fell in all directions in the sky. Most of them seemed to have been ablated halfway through the flight, but there were still a large number of remaining substances falling towards the sky while continuing to burn. The wasteland is everywhere, and as time goes by, these falling objects across the sky become denser and reach their peak within minutes.

Throughout the Tarash Plain, millions of pairs of eyes saw this spectacular scene.

In the eastern part of the Tarash Plain, Andersa Wendell withdrew her gaze to the sky. She looked at the communication crystal beside her. Above this sophisticated and expensive magic device, floated Rosetta Ogu Stu's magic projection.

Through the crystal, Rosetta Augustus, who was far away in Aldernan, could understand everything that happened on this battlefield.

"Did you see those falling objects?" Andersa asked respectfully, "They... seem to have fallen from outside the atmosphere."

"Can you judge the approximate direction and scope of the fall?"

"It's in all directions, and the scale is huge. I'm afraid the entire wasteland is within its coverage."

"...Is there any movement from the allies?"

"Just now I saw a lot of dragoons flying in the direction of Cecil, and they went north to chase those 'meteorites'. I don't know the situation on Ogure's side," Andersa said with a serious expression, "There are also giant eagle knights and knights on the south line." The elf's 'ship' lifts off."

Having said that, she paused, and added: "I also sent some Griffin Knights and scouting mages."

"Very good," Rosetta nodded lightly, "Track the 'meteorite' falling to the east, but don't touch it rashly after finding the crash point, mark and monitor it, and wait... Cecil's recommendations."

Andersa bowed her head to accept the order, and then she couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty, are those 'meteorites'..."

"It's the Sentinel," Rosetta said calmly, "the Sentinel destroyed by Gawain Cecil."

Andersa took a deep breath. It was an expected answer, but it was still moving.

Communications hang up.

The wind with the smell of gunpowder blew over from a distance, and there was also a strong bloody smell in the middle.

The young General Wolf raised his head, the "meteor shower" falling in the sky has gradually become rare, and under the clear sky, the Tarash Plain is falling into a strange... calmness.

There are still many problems waiting to be solved, the wreckage of the fallen sentinel, the corpse of the "anti-tide" god still lying on the ground, a certain god hiding behind the scenes, the economic recovery and order restoration of various countries after the war... Just think about it, Ann Desa feels a headache for those smart people who need to use their brains.

But at least for this moment, the world has survived again—to take a breather.