Chapter 704 After the Beast Falls

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Chapter 704 of the Sword of Dawn After the Behemoth Falls

When a behemoth falls, death does not mean the end of everything.

The remaining vitality will often survive the warm nourishment of the corpse and survive in another form, or continue.

In the depths of the ancient Gondor Empire, the chaotic and dry wind whistled on the plain with dust and mist, and in the chaotic sky, the filthy clouds twisted and twisted like an upside-down funnel, covering the whole world gloomily, shining brightly. The energy pulse jumped and shuttled between the vortex clouds, continuously releasing arcs that were several kilometers long and rumbling low thunder, and under this terrifying celestial phenomenon, it was the wasteland of the imperial capital that melted and torn apart.

The former imperial capital has long since been turned into dust in the explosion of magic power, and now only the sparse and twisted wreckage remains, proving the existence of human civilization. In the center of the vast plain, a huge impact crater quietly dormant on the ground. The inner wall of the crystal-like texture is concave to the center layer by layer, and some melts that can no longer be seen in their original form are "inlaid" on the inner wall, pointing straight to the sky like a grim branch, looking dreary and terrifying.

But even in the depths of such utterly destroyed ruins, there is still something "alive"——

At the bottom of the giant impact crater, the charred earth bulged, and the crystalline molten material solidified into a cone-shaped structure that looked like countless prisms spliced ​​together. out, illuminating the entire deep pit, the magic flame erupted to several kilometers in the sky, echoing the vortex-shaped charging cloud in the sky, and around the "crystal cone" that erupted the magic flame, you can also see A large number of wandering mana phantoms move around.

This terrifying eruption has been going on for seven hundred years, and there is still no sign of it stopping.

At the bottom of the crystal cone, a pipe extending from the bottom of the crystalline prism follows the trend of impacting the inner wall of the pit, and gradually merges into the molten and solidified crystalline substances on the pit wall. There are streamers constantly emerging in the pipe, as if continuous transportation What kind of material, several phantom mana phantoms wandering around this pipe, driven by instinct to approach this pure and clean energy, but due to the existence of the pipe wall, they can't absorb the energy inside, and they are obviously restless. .

Suddenly, a light bullet flashed between these wandering mana phantoms, and the powerful force contained in the light bullet directly ripped apart one of the phantoms, and exploded a chaotic cloud of electric arcs on the far wall of the pit.

The next moment, all the mana phantoms quickly left this place.

At the position where the light bomb flew, the outer wall of the "Crystal Cone" opened a narrow entrance at some point.

A tall and tall female figure in an old imperial magister uniform stood there quietly. She watched the electric arc cloud slowly dissipate not far away with a blank face, and she still maintained a gesture of raising her hand to cast spells. .

The chaotic wasteland wind blew through the bottom of the pit, and blew the silver-gray hair on the forehead of this tall woman. Her appearance was almost impeccable, and there was no blemish on her skin. As if lacking the necessary feelings, cold like a machine.

She looked in the direction of the energy conduit for a few seconds, then slowly put her hand down, and a faint light flashed in the depths of her eyeballs.

"Sweeping completed, pests have been driven out.

"The energy catheter's appearance scan is normal, and the environmental readings are normal.

"In the 2488 year of the imperial calendar, on the 2nd day of the fire month, Sentinel 4 began to carry out a patrol mission."

With a slightly mechanized voice, the tall female imperial magister with long silver-gray hair looked up and looked into the distance, a light blue halo formed by runes spread from her waist, and she immediately left the ground, Fly to the outer edge of the impact crater.

"The situation in the warning area is normal... The appearance of each energy conduit is normal... The rest of the sentries are observed, and the vision is normal... They are crossing the outer ring of the ruined area..."

While reporting the situation mechanized, the female magister quickly flew over the impact pit, and finally landed smoothly on the corrupted and torn wasteland outside the pit.

"Arrived at the patrol area outside the ruins, and is calibrating the monitor..." As she said, she raised her head and looked around at the desolate and ruined old land of the imperial capital. The desolate scenery that had remained unchanged for hundreds of years reflected in her polymer eyeballs. A clear image is displayed.

Her gaze suddenly stopped, and a tall, deformed, swollen monster like flowing red mud suddenly entered her line of sight.

"Witness sightings of threatening creatures, high arcane resistance units, start to exclude."

This mechanized icy voice has not yet fallen, and the female magister has already launched a rapid attack. A complex rune halo suddenly appeared behind her, and at the same time, her legs kicked the ground hard, and the tall figure was accelerated by double power. It turned into a phantom and charged towards the distant aberration at the speed of a knight's charge.

The aberration also noticed the attacking attacker. The monster let out a chaotic roar, and contaminating magic power surged from its body. It raised its arms high, and a black-red corruption energy quickly formed, but in it Before the destructive energy was launched, the female magister in the old uniform rushed over. The latter raised her arm, and an alloy blade popped out of her palm, quickly severing an arm that the aberration body used to cast spells. Immediately after, her figure flashed, the blade swirled, and she cut off the other arm of the monster neatly—two flashes of blade light, the strength and speed were comparable to that of an excellent swordsman!

The aberration made a chaotic and inexplicable roar, and tried to turn around to try to capture the "Magister"'s movements, but its attempt was only halfway through, and an alloy blade had already cut off the weakness behind it.

The giant blood-red monster roared and fell down, the filthy blood and mud disintegrated quickly, the female magus raised her arm, the alloy blade shrank back into her body, and a large amount of smoke and dust escaping after the death of the aberration shrouded her. around.

Suddenly, the smoke and dust that should have escaped naturally stagnated, and another threatening energy reaction appeared in her perception. She instantly raised her arm and tried to locate the position of the threatening target. However, the smoke and dust entrenched in the air temporarily interfered. Her judgment——In this moment of interference, a dry twig-like vine suddenly pierced from the nearby ground and stabbed straight at her back!

Accompanied by a piercing sound of metal cracking, the dry vine pierced the alloy shell on the back of the "Magister", and the latter's body trembled violently, followed by a crackling sound and a series of strange machinery. Noise, the tall female "Magister" body finally stopped.

On the ground, there was a rustling sound where the vines were drilled, and a large number of plant structures wriggled out of the fragile decaying soil, and even completely lifted a large area of ​​the nearby surface. The way people shuddered and reorganized, quickly condensed into a monstrous giant tree shape.

One of the giant trees shook its branches, and the twisted and wrinkled features on the bark wriggled. "It feels so good to be able to move freely... We have spent seven hundred years laying out the root network, and now it can finally come in handy. already."

The other giant tree swayed the vines it extended slightly—the vines that pierced the back of the "Magister" "It's amazing that these ancient iron men are still working."

"Not all mental cores have failed. The most advanced iron men can protect their cores by temporarily sleeping," the third giant tree said in a hoarse voice, "Look over there, the deep blue well...Iron men Maintaining it in its own way, it has now been transformed into a fortress, and the production and maintenance arrays deep underground together maintain an entire Iron Man Corps..."

The other two giant trees swayed their branches at the same time, making a rustling sound, "...It is really difficult for us to directly attack the Deep Blue Well."

"So we need to spread bit by bit, take root bit by bit, and... figure out a way to get rid of the line of defense formed by these iron men."

The vines that pierced into the back of the "Magister" slowly retracted, and there was a slight buzzing and mechanical friction in the body of the Magister who was in a static state. She seemed to be trying to restart, but the damage to the magic hub made her restart unable to work. .

"Bring 'her'," the giant tree roots wriggled, "The Matrix will soon notice that a sentinel has lost contact, and we will leave here before more iron men climb out."

"Yes, Grandmaster."

A giant tree said respectfully, spreading a large number of branches in a rustling sound, wrapping the iron man magister who was in a locked state, and the rest of the giant trees communicated with the underground root network, accompanied by a large number of vines from the cracks on the surface. Gushing out, all the giant trees quickly merged with those vines, and quickly disappeared in place.

A few minutes later, several tall sentries in Gondor magister uniforms landed nearby, but there was no trace of those giant trees here, only a mound of aberrant ashes that were gradually melting away.

...

In a valley dozens of kilometers away from the ruins of the Deep Blue Well, countless twisted but lush trees are rooted at the bottom of the valley. The sound brought a strange vitality to this land where all things have been destroyed.

A large number of extraordinarily tall giant aberrations with strange spikes on their bodies lingered around the entrance of the valley, guarding this strange area like sentinels, and deep in the valley, countless vines were creeping out from the ground, and The shape of several giant trees formed in a short period of time.

One of the giant trees moved its roots to a platform, and with the canopy and branches rattling, it placed a "female magister" wrapped in plant tissue in the center of the platform.

"It's really beyond our expectations..." At the same time that the "goods" were placed on the platform, two voices that sounded like a duet came from the nearby "woods", and a pair of elf sisters walked out of the forest, Looking at the "tree man" in the central open space with an expression of admiration, "You guys seem to be going well?"

"Iron men who are alone are not difficult to deal with, their thinking is very rigid," the leader of the tree man turned around, and his dry and strange face stared at the elf twins in front of him, "Now, it's time for you to show your worth. "

"Pay attention to your words, 'Grand Master', we are only cooperating with you, not your subordinates," said the Elf Twins indifferently, "Without our help, you may not be able to break the defense of the Iron Man Corps for a hundred years. ."

"We do get what we need, but if it wasn't for a complete defeat in the outside world, the arrogant twins wouldn't get into this wasteland to seek allies," said the new Grand Master of the Society for the End of Everything, the leader of the tree people. In a hoarse voice, "Now, let us both give up this senseless pride - only results are what we all need."

The elf twins didn't say anything, just passed the Grand Master indifferently, came to the stone platform, and looked down at the iron man sentinel who was in a locked state.

The crystal of ancient Gondor technology lay silently on the platform, not breathing or beating, only very subtle clicks and hums came from her body, indicating that her self-healing was still in progress, only temporarily Just stuck in a dead end.

"Very well, at least you haven't destroyed the mind core. A lot of structures, including the magic hub, can repair themselves. Only once the mind core is damaged, there is nothing we can do... After all, this is the technology of the people of Gondor. "

The elf twins commented casually, Leerna stepped forward and pressed her hand on the abdomen of the "female magister" - in the brilliance of magic, the old imperial magister uniform was melted into a hole, revealing that the inside was also melted. A bionic skin with holes, and a protective shell that shimmers with metal underneath the skin.

Philna's fingertips slid across the edge of the protective shell, as if using an invisible blade to cut through that layer of metal. When various protective spells failed, the protective shell was easily opened. Delicate pure copper mechanical core, and various ancient magic devices that shimmer.

"It's an ingenious design." Leerna sighed softly.

"And it just happened to repair itself to a critical moment." Firna smiled.

"At this time, it is only necessary to make a small disturbance to this unprotected mental core..."

The elf twins pressed their fingers on one of the parts of the ancient magic device at the same time, with a slight arc flashing, a strange mechanical friction sounded inside the "female mage", and her eyes blinked slightly. , as if waking up from a slumber.

Leerna and Ferna straightened up, came to the sentinel's sight, and looked down at them, "Hello, soldier."

"The reset is complete, the identification library is loaded..." The "Female Magister" focused her eyes on Leerna and Firna, and after a moment's delay, she blinked again, "Nice to see you, disobedients ."

In the open space not far from the side, the roots and branches of the great teacher swayed gently.

The unrecognizable druid leader made a hoarse voice, "Now, we've got the first one."

In the entire valley, countless strange and twisted giant trees swayed their branches at the same time, making a rushing sound.

When a behemoth falls, death does not mean the end of everything.

The remaining vitality will often survive the warm nourishment of the corpse and survive in another form, or continue.

Sword of Dawn