Sword of Dawn

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After issuing the order to regroup the troops to carry out the delaying tactics, Borken's consciousness once again focused on the battlefield in front of him - the religious order has given up all the achievements of foreign wars so far, abandoned more than [-]% of the land in the wasteland, abandoned Everything that can be given up, just for the battle in front of him, but in fact... this is not the future that Borken originally thought.

He wants to domesticate this planet, wants to build a "Place of Eternal Peace" isolated from the world, and wants the Deep Blue Network to exterminate the current civilization on this planet and turn it into a planetary shield, but he never thought To achieve all this at the current price - he didn't want to confront the ancient ghost in the center of the wasteland at all, because the price of doing so was so high that even he couldn't bear it. When the elf twins proposed this plan, he Originally, he wanted to refuse, but when he looked around the wasteland, he found that he had no other choice...

How did the situation become like this step by step?During the interval when the roaring "voice" in the spiritual world was slightly weakened, Borken briefly raised this question, but before he could focus on this question, the nerve signals from all parts of the structure were interrupted His concentration, he had to keep his thinking thread on the task of maintaining the battle situation and unifying those minds, and a powerful feeling of controlling huge power and being superior to everything emerged in due course, weakening Borken's doubts about himself now The will of the gesture.

So... powerful, like... a god.

Very good, this is very good, although I sacrificed the sect that I have painstakingly managed for hundreds of years, but in exchange for today's incomparable power and eternal body, what a powerful power - as long as you A single thought can create the power to destroy the world, as long as the will is still there, this body can be restored infinitely... If the world is going to be caught in flames in the eruption of the deep blue webway, then there is no doubt that I will Be the only surviving individual after that, and after that, a paradise of eternal peace will descend on this planet. As the only and most powerful life form on this planet, I seem to have a lot of things to do at that time ...

Borken smiled, planning for that great future—when that day comes, should he create loyal servants first?Or build a magnificent palace for yourself first?

Leierna stood next to the ugly plant in the center of the hall, watching the "expression" that seemed to be smiling but creepy on the shriveled and twisted bark, she couldn't help but also showed a smile on her face. At the fingertips, there are strands of almost transparent "lines" spreading out in the air. These lines are intertwined and weaved, entangled with Borken's tree crown, entangled with his roots deep in the hall, entwined with The bone arch beams and chitin domes around the hall are densely packed, layered upon layer, like a spider web.

From just now, Borken turned a blind eye to these spider webs growing in his "brain ventricle".

"He has fallen into a dream, a very good dream—behind the strong appearance, our Grand Priest is still a weak mortal after all," Leierna said softly, with a bigger smile on her face, "It seems He's not as great as he thinks he is."

"As a mortal, his will is actually strong enough," Fierna's voice came from the side, "Up until just now, his subconscious was still resisting, trying to bring his sanity back... to this point It can also generate doubts and thinking, which is already beyond our expectations, isn’t it?”

"...has some merits," Leierna said lightly, and then her eyes drooped, as if she wanted to see the flesh and blood structure through the thick bones, wooden barriers and biomass chambers under the ground. In the deepest part, seeing the darkest and most horrifying part of this horrific and gargantuan "creature", "the fusion process of the last batch of dark priests began...but they resisted fiercely and kept trying to awaken Borken main consciousness."

"The smart ones among them understood the moment they entered the fusion cavity," Fierna whispered, "but their resistance was meaningless, this structure has already grown to a level that mortals can't match, those The cries of the Dark Priest in the mind-net would probably be taken by Borken as whistling winds and disturbing whispers...if he was still 'Borken'."

Leierna moved her fingertips, and the "spider web" wrapped around the hall was a little denser than before, and at the same time she frowned again: "...but these 'noises' have some influence after all, they are affecting the structures. The power that can be exerted-the footsteps of those mortals are very close, we must break through the barrier of the Deep Blue Well before they arrive, and the strength of the structure is not enough now... find a way to silence those voices. "

"I'll deal with it." Ferna said lightly, then turned and walked towards the exit of the hall.

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The advance speed of the alliance army is getting faster and faster day by day. After pouring the power of the entire Loren continent into this land, the mortal war machine began to show its astonishingly powerful power - the giant cannon smashed the mutants The chariots crushed the remains of the Wasteland Legion, and the powerful legion spells made the whole land steam with heat. Warriors from all countries and races swept across the plains and mountains of the former Gondor Empire like a gust of wind. Behind the army, towers of purification rose up one after another, and the blocking walls were like blood vessels extending in the wasteland, spreading from the four directions of southeast, northwest, towards the direction of the deep blue well.

And in this process, the impact of the blocking wall is gradually revealed—although it is still a long way from the final closure, in many areas of the wasteland, environmental changes are already an indisputable fact.

The polluting clouds are receding, the toxic substances in the air are decreasing, and the chaotic magic energy pervading the surface is gradually calming down. In some areas, observers have found tenacious plants growing in the crevices of the stones—the seeds of these plants along with After the collapse of the majestic wall, the airflow poured in flew into the wasteland, took root in the land where the pollution receded, and began to grow when the flowers bloomed in this spring, becoming the first place in this land after 700 years of desolation and death. A group of "residents".

And at the edge of the wasteland, at the foot of the Great Wall, traditionally identified as a buffer zone of the polluted area, the observers even found a large piece of land that had completely returned to normal—even without any protective equipment, even without any special Ordinary people with strength can live in peace in these purification areas and reclaim fertile fields.

The war is not over, and the fate of the world is uncertain, but even if the dust has not yet settled, the world is moving forward.

Carrie Perlo ran across the courtyard like a gust of wind, her long skirt flying over the edge of the flower bed and lawn, the servants and maids on the side of the road saw this young lady rushing over from a distance, and they had already retreated to In the corridor, some attendants who were more familiar with Carrie couldn't help shaking their heads, with helpless expressions on their faces.

Miss Carrie is optimistic by nature and treats people kindly, especially her lively character is in stark contrast to her serious father. However, the fly in the ointment is her lack of poise and ladylike demeanor. When Viscount Perlo sent her to Sisi Although part of the reason for Er's study abroad is the "task" issued by the empire to the young noble children, part of the reason is that the viscount hopes that his daughter can hone her mind in a foreign country, and in the process of living with other noble children Become more mature and stable, but judging from the results...

Although Miss Carrie, who returned from Cecil, has grown in all aspects, she has regressed a lot in her ladylike demeanor—even learned a lot of "Cecile style", which is very important to Typhon's traditional concept. Weird way of speaking and acting, which really makes people wonder what is being taught in that "Imperial Academy" of the Cecilians...

"Carrie!" Viscount Perlo's voice suddenly came from the front of the court, with a hint of displeasure in his voice, "What does it look like running around the courtyard?"

Wearing a straight dress, with a beard, the tall and thin Viscount Perlo frowned and looked at his daughter who was running towards him. His tone was unhappy and helpless. It had been a while since her daughter returned from studying abroad, but in the discussion about the future In terms of planning, this unstable girl still seems to have no idea. She is full of impetuous and radical ideas. Karma...it's too early now.

On the point of "having a headache because of his daughter's future", Viscount Perlo is no different from most ordinary fathers.

However, Carrie didn't seem to notice the dissatisfaction in her father's tone. She held a newspaper tightly in her hand and handed it to her father: "Father, look at this!"

"What's making such a fuss..." Viscount Perlo muttered and took the newspaper, and his eyes quickly fell on a black and white picture on the page - it was a plant, which looked like an ordinary wild flower on the roadside That's all, but the text next to it made his eyes change slightly, "I found plants in the wasteland... the pollution is receding... found a purification zone in the edge area?"

"This is the photo sent back from the No. 27 advance base of the Winter Wolf Knights!" Carrie smiled brightly, and there was even an inexplicable pride in her tone, "It is the unit that Marianne is in—this flower is the one she discovered. Yes, the article specifically mentions this!"

"Mariannu... Marianu, the daughter of Earl Raven?" Viscount Perlo quickly found the corresponding name in the aristocratic genealogy, and after a moment of astonishment appeared on his face, he frowned, "My family It is already possible to establish meritorious deeds, and even pass the deeds back to the country for people to praise, look at you—you are still classmates! You..."

"Father, what I want to tell you is another matter," Carrie said suddenly without waiting for her father to finish speaking. "I heard today that there is a pioneering plan in the southwest enclave of Winter Wolf Castle..."

"Pioneering plan? The enclave southwest of Winter Wolf Castle?" Viscount Perlo was taken aback, "Isn't that in the polluted area..."

"It's no longer a polluted area!" Carrie said with a bright smile, "The Obsidian newspaper published news today, announcing several border areas that have been confirmed to be completely purified - how the wasteland of Gondor will be distributed afterwards is unknown, but those border areas The enclave is [-]% imperial territory. Now that the pollution has receded, and the army has pushed the front line into the depths of the wasteland, the pioneering operations in those places will soon begin. I communicated with Dana today, and her father, Earl Juventus, has sent She mentioned it and I wanted to go to the border with her..."

Viscount Perlo's expression finally became serious. He stared into Carrie's eyes and said slowly, "Carrie, you know what you're talking about."

"Yes, I know," Carrie suppressed the smile on her face, and stood in front of her father with unprecedented seriousness, "I want to do the same thing as my ancestors——Father, my classmates in the college They are all doing what they think is the most important and correct thing. Fendil Wilde participated in the Wasteland Expeditionary Force and experienced the first battle. Eleven Franklin went to the West as a research assistant not long ago. On the front line, Marianne is fighting under the command of General Andersa...Father, I don't know how to fight, and I don't have such excellent grades in magic and magic, but I know how to open up wasteland and manage territories——Since a long time ago, Perlo The family is an excellent pioneer. When you told me that, you were very proud.

"I don't want to go to parliament and be a show-of-hands member - there are a lot of smart people there, I'm not very popular in it, I don't want to get married so soon, I haven't met the right person, and I don't want it to be so simple Just inheriting the family business, being an ordinary and mediocre nobleman, spending a lot of time on balls and banquets... As His Majesty mentioned in his speech last time, we are facing a special and difficult situation During this period, the empire needs every one of her citizens to fulfill their duties and play their value...

"Didn't you just say that Marianne can already make meritorious deeds? Now I want to..."

"Okay, I agree."

Viscount Perlo's voice came faintly, suppressing all the rest of Carrie's words that had been drafted for a long time.

Chapter 1392 New Discoveries

The dust has not yet settled, the war between mortal civilization and the legions of the wasteland is still raging on the front lines, and no one can tell the future - but for those with an extra keen sense of smell, the fuzzy outline of the future has appeared in the in their field of vision.

There will only be two directions for this world in the future. Either the mortals will be defeated, and the entire civilized world will disappear, and all plans for the future will be meaningless. The wasteland will become an unclaimed land that is so vast that it occupies a small half of the continent, that there is no longer any pollution hazard, and waiting to be developed.

If there is no alliance and the strong restraint of the three empires, then such a vast and fertile land suddenly placed in front of the world may drag the entire Loren continent into fatal chaos, and even if there is an alliance, the distribution of this land It will also become a protracted wrangling - of course, this is a matter of a more distant future. For now, the most direct impact of the purification of the wasteland is that the large polluted areas that originally belonged to the "Four Frontier Countries" will no longer exist in name only. Territory into real land available for reclamation.

The nations of mortals are at war with the wasteland, but mortals can't just fight, they also need to survive. The empire also needs to prepare for economic revival and shift of social focus after the war. A mighty "pioneering movement" is the last Good choice.The young Kari may not have thought of such a far-reaching, she just made the decision to go to the border with a young personality, but her father, Viscount Perlo, looked a little further than her.

This was the first time in many years that her father promised herself so happily. Carrie was a little dazed for a while, she blinked in disbelief, and asked cautiously while looking at the expression of Viscount Perlo: "You Really agreed?"

"You are an adult, and you have finished your studies in a foreign country. Now it's time to start a career—I'm glad to see that you choose to end your life of spending time at home," Viscount Perlo's expression was as serious as ever, and he Looking into her daughter's eyes, "It's just that I want to remind you that this matter is not as relaxed and romantic as many people imagined. We haven't had a real pioneering operation for many years. There are too many heroic and romantic auras, but the real pioneers most often face hardships and challenges first. As for glory...that is often your turn after you have achieved success.

"Carrie, if you made the decision based on the romantic vision of the frontier ranch, then you still have a chance to go back on your word, as does your classmate Dana, but if you get to the frontier...then you have no way of turning back. The Perlo family allows prudence and retreat, but never accepts deserters on the battlefield and cowards who renounce their responsibilities."

Carrie seemed intimidated by her father's solemn tone, but her determination did not waver at all. Her father's words only made her think about her decision more clearly—she didn't know if she would become a A pioneering hero like Gawain Cecil who has gone down in history, but she vaguely feels that an era as vigorous as 700 years ago seems to be coming to her.

Perhaps... In this tide that can be called the "third development", she also has the opportunity to leave her name.

……

On the front line, a group of huge figures were hovering high in the sky. The head of the black dragon slightly lowered its head, and the distant horizon was reflected in the pale golden vertical pupils.The high-altitude cold air is whistling outside the protective barrier, and the giant wings are cutting the sky. The flow of magic power sensed at the end of the wings seems a bit restless and chaotic. "Gentle and orderly" to describe it.

As those anthropologists said, the blocking wall is working, and the alienated and distorted magic field in the wasteland is gradually being sorted out and purified. This change is not only obvious on the surface, but also in the sky, even as a group of giant dragons. For the black dragon species who are relatively insensitive to magic power, Coretta can also clearly feel this change during the flight.

The low growls of her companions came from nearby, and the black dragon Keletta looked back from afar, and responded with a low growl. She had already seen those ugly monsters wriggling on the surface—chaos and disorder, blindness and witlessness, facing The dragon shadow that appeared in the sky didn't know how to look for cover, nor did it know how to organize anti-aircraft firepower. Nowadays, those monsters can hardly be called "enemies", at best they are just dirt on this land.

"This is the First Flying Battalion of the Tarrond Expeditionary Force," Keletta lowered her head slightly, and said to the magic net communicator on her body. Compared with the "Omega Communication Network" of Tarrond in the past, this device It seems a bit rudimentary, but the civilization of the dragon is no longer brilliant. This small device made by humans has been fully installed on every soldier of the Tarrond Expeditionary Army. Coretta herself is used to it now, "It's already Visually confirm the ground targets... there are a lot of them, it seems that their assembly point is indeed here."

"Got it," the voice of Commander Gina Prince came from the communicator, "Dawn of Earth is performing a component airdrop mission, destroying all the aberrations in the assembly area, and don't let them have a chance to harass the purification device. "

"Got it, we're about to launch an attack on the ground." Coretta responded in a deep voice, then let out a low growl, and began to lower her height while circling. In the flowing brilliance, she seemed to have turned into a dark cloud descending from the sky, enveloping a destructive majesty, and behind her, a flying brigade composed of 96 giant dragons also began to descend at the same time. "Zi" sounded at the same time, Keletta felt that the scorching energy in her chest had climbed to the peak, and opened her mouth towards the earth—the destructive flames slanted down like a torrent, and the dark earth blinked. The room is ignited by the dragon's breath full of magic power!

It wasn't until this time that the monsters squirming on the ground finally reacted and began to fight back hastily amidst the overwhelming dragon breath. Dark red energy beams or magic missiles shot from the ground to the sky, interweaving into a messy but A powerful barrage - but for a mighty dragon, this level of anti-aircraft fire is far from deadly.

Keletta climbed rapidly in the anti-aircraft barrage, rushed forward, and got rid of those slow-response magic missiles at the fastest speed. After rushing out of the range of the barrage, she immediately turned around and started another round of diving, breathing, and Accelerating the climb, the flying brigade composed of 96 giant dragons is like a net of knives constantly cutting across the earth. The torrent of destruction formed by the dragon's breath sweeps across the wasteland wave after wave. But it is almost impossible to capture these figures rampaging in the sky—even if some missiles and light beams are lucky enough to collide with a dragon warrior occasionally, the damage caused is far from enough to make these defenses more exaggerated than city walls. The overlord of the air strikes down from the sky.

Keleta galloped in the sky, executing every tactical action precisely, diving and accelerating, exhaling and climbing, anti-aircraft firepower from the surface intertwined behind her, and the sound of explosions and whistling filled her senses. In a trance, she It was as if she had seen a scene from the past—she was galloping in the huge arena, the full set of mechanized prosthetic bodies roared under overload, opponents roared around, she rushed to the ring that represented the champion, the salute was fired, and the audience The cheers at the banquet were like mountains and tsunami...

She skimmed the low sky for the last time, and turned all the magic power surging in her chest into flames and poured it on the ground. The dying roars of deformed bodies and biochemical synthetic beasts came from the flames. The black dragon with the title of arena champion grinned slightly, its sharp fangs glowing like metal in the sun.

Compared with the crazy and twisted arena, this kind of battlefield is more meaningful. Signing up to join the expeditionary force was indeed a correct decision.

Coretta hovered in the air, and the dragons regrouped behind her. Some of the injured dragons began to return to the direction of the Dawn of the World under the cover of their companions. Coretta led the rest of the soldiers to continue to patrol the area. On the battlefield, they have to ensure that those disgusting monsters are turned into ashes before they can leave.

Seeing the flames flowing on the ground, Coretta suddenly remembered something that Melita had mentioned when chatting with Melita: It is said that the human emperor Gawain Cecil met the dragon for the first time in a similar situation Next, at that time, Melita had just used flames to purify the old Cecil Territory that had been destroyed by the aberrations. Under the breath of the dragon, the pioneering hero of mankind was facing the dragon observer from Tarrond. Unfortunately, Melita Her eyes were not good, she didn't see anything at the time, and she didn't know about it until later.

In a sense, the "bonding" between the dragon of Tallond and this season's civilization began with the burning of the dragon's breath, but now that the flames of the dragon's breath are flowing on the earth again, the identity of the dragon has become The expeditionary force sent by Tarrond to the continent of Loren became one of the many frontline troops fighting against the disaster of civilization in the mortal kingdoms... Destiny is really unpredictable.

"Captain, this area has been purified," a deep voice rang in his ears, waking Koletta out of his thoughts, "Do you want to return to the Dawn of the World?"

Keleta let out a low growl, her eyes swept across the ground for the last time, and she nodded slightly after a while: "It looks like it's completely burnt, we're going back... wait, over there... I seem to feel something!"

Her eyes suddenly fell on an open field near the center of the battlefield. The flames there had just been burnt out, and the ground was still in a dark red hot state. It seemed that everything that could be burned had been burnt clean, but Keleta couldn't help it. Just now, I felt a faint wave of magic coming from that direction-now this wave has disappeared, but it seems to be deliberately hiding itself.

"There's something buried in the ground," Coretta said while lowering the height, "Let's go down and dig."

"Could it be the 'root network' of those dark priests?" Several dragon warriors lowered their altitude, and one of them said while flying, "That thing is buried in the ground, and sometimes it can be dug out..."

"Unlike, I have dug into the root system network, that thing will not release perceivable magic fluctuations, and that thing is very fragile, and it is buried very shallow in order to control the distortion. The root system is basically finished, but the one just now... I think it's buried very deep, and it seems to be releasing something..."

……

Rebecca hurriedly came to the comprehensive laboratory of the Dawn of the World, and as soon as she entered the room, she saw a "big guy" lying on the central platform of the laboratory.

It was a mass of biological tissue that had lost its vitality. It looked as tall as a person. A large mass of twisted and deformed muscles and fibers were entangled together. There were also countless fine structures like plant roots emerging from the gaps in the surface. It grows out of the middle, and there are some thick tubular structures at the bottom, with obvious cutting marks.

This thing is so weird and creepy, just by looking at it, Rebecca seems to be able to imagine how it keeps shrinking and wriggling when it is "alive", which makes her immediately give up poking it with something The urge to take a look, but in any case, as the chief engineer of the Dawn of the World, she has also dealt with the "mastermind" of this fortress a lot, and has undergone relatively effective tempering in terms of aesthetics, so her mentality at this time is quite Very good, after quickly suppressing the nausea in my heart, I turned to look at the assistant researcher aside: "Is this what Coretta dug up in the 'assembly area' to the east?"

"Yes, Your Highness," the assistant researcher immediately nodded and replied, "Miss Coretta said that this thing was buried deep in the ground, and it was still 'alive' when it was first dug out, but it soon died on its own. Died—the thing didn't suffer any damage before that, as if it had received a death command and committed suicide. After confirming that the life response had stopped, Coretta cut it from the root network..."

"No wonder, when I came here just now, I saw Keleta throwing up on the railing beside the deck, her wings were cramped..." Rebecca didn't know where to go, and she suddenly realized, "I'm afraid she didn't I dropped my mouth while digging..."

As soon as this was said, half of the researchers around the scene almost spit it out...

But Rebecca herself didn't notice this, she just walked around the experimental platform twice with great interest, looking at the weird biological tissue - it looked like some kind of highly functional organ, and Intelligence shows that it "grows" on the enemy's root system network, but in the past so long, the various forces of the alliance have destroyed such a large-scale root system network, but have never found such a similar thing. ……interesting.

The only regret is that Rebecca can't understand this stuff.

"This is an area I'm not good at... It would be better if it was driven by runes or machines," she scratched her head and muttered with a bit of a headache. The item was delivered to the laboratory, and she rushed to look at it excitedly, only to find out that it was not something in her professional field at all, which made her a little regretful, "I have to let the druids take a look at it... "

"Master Pittman has been notified, the master should be able to give a professional judgment," an assistant researcher said immediately, "He is coming from the medical ship, at this time it should be..."

"I'm here, I'm here, where is it, what I've identified is..." Before the assistant researcher finished speaking, Pittman's voice suddenly came from the direction of the laboratory door, and the chief druid of the empire yelled He ran into the room, and saw the weird biological tissue on the platform for the first time, and his eyes widened, "My mother... what is this thing? Is this lump of flesh you made hairy? "

Pittman, the chief archdruid of the empire, was very professional when he spoke.

Chapter 1393 Creeping Disaster

Pittman is a very professional druid - although he also claims to be a professional archaeologist, psychologist, conjurer, fortune-teller and cook, and because of this series of "self-proclaimed" people he knows There are subtle comments on him, but this old man is really a professional druid.

After all, he was a character who was able to become a middle-level priest in the Death of All Things Association (if he didn't mess around, he might have become a high-level priest), and he can seamlessly run to the Order of the Eternal Sleepers after running away from the Death Association Mixed in the middle, behind this seemingly unreliable behavior is not just a simple left and right jump - try to jump like this between two dark sects that speak with strength without real skills?

Rather, with Pittman's behavior style that is even more shameless than Amber's, it is already very clear that he has lived a long life and has not left any permanent disabilities.

So this real archdruid walked around the mass of biological tissue on the platform twice after exclaiming, and finally confirmed that the "hair" protruding from the flesh and blood was actually fine roots , and the roots are wrapped with some kind of nerve node. This unique structure made his eyes narrow: "It's interesting... where did you find this thing?"

"The front line was dug up in the open land to the east. We found that there were a large number of mutants and biochemical synthetic beasts gathering in that area, so we sent a giant dragon combat brigade to destroy them. After the battle, the dragon commander who led the team Found that there is still a magical reaction in the ground, so I dug up such a thing," Rebecca immediately explained the origin of this "sample", and after she finished speaking, she did not forget to add, "In addition, I suspect that they stopped talking when they dug. ..."

Pittman nodded suddenly when he heard it: "No wonder, when I came here, I saw a black dragon lying on the railing and vomited out, almost vomited gall..."

The expressions of the researchers next to me became more and more strange, but fortunately the weird topic did not continue, Rebecca quickly focused on the mass of biological tissue: "Grandpa, can you see what this is? "

"A large nerve tissue is composed of countless nerve fibers, nutrient channels, and a tough 'shell', and there may be more complex support structures inside," Pittman said casually. "The 'tentacles' on the surface There are still remnants of neural activity, which should have the function of sending and receiving information—of course, it must not work now, the main body is dead, and the remaining neural activity is just the final biochemical reaction of the cells. You said that a large number of cells gathered around this thing Mutants and biochemical synthetic beasts?"

"Yes, that's a rallying point," said an assistant researcher beside him, "but we didn't catch the dark priest who was in charge of commanding the mutants..."

The main force of the Wasteland Legion is now concentrated near the Deep Blue Well battlefield. The aberrations encountered on the front lines of the alliance are basically a group of rabble who lack command, but this does not mean that there is no one behind these aberrations. That's it - the distortions that have completely lost their instructions will be "wild" directly, and those biochemical synthetic beasts will directly scatter in all directions. This kind of completely out-of-control units has no effect on blocking the alliance army, so even in the current situation, The units of the Wasteland Legion left on the front line of the alliance also have a basic command. Even if this "command" has been reduced to the point where only those monsters gather together, the command system behind it does exist.

This point is not only clear to the commanders of the alliance, but also to the experts and scholars who study the wasteland and aberrations on the spot - there must be a command node behind the aberrations, even if it is reduced to only one, this node must also exist.

"It's strange to say," Rebecca rubbed her chin and muttered, "I don't know since when, those dark priests have never been seen on the battlefield... Although they have always been hiding far away from the front line... place, but no matter how far they are, they cannot completely escape from their legion, but during this period of time, their shadows cannot be seen at all..."

"Then it seems that my guess is true..." Pittman squeezed his thinning beard, and when he looked at the fleshy tissue on the platform again, his eyes became obviously serious, "This is what those monsters are now. The command node of..."

"...Huh?" Rebecca was taken aback immediately. Although she usually has a lot of brains, she really didn't think about it. ?this is a……"

"My guess is that our opponents have learned something in the process of fighting us... This neural tissue may be an imitation of the 'synthetic brain'," Pittman said slowly. The technology is from the same source, and the synthetic brain is a biological computing unit cultivated by the giant tree of Sorin, so the death of all things in the wasteland should be able to imitate similar things after knowing this kind of thing-although it seems that due to time Urgently, they only made this kind of crude thing, but the flexibility of this idea is not bad..."

"...I think the Mastermind of the Dawn of the World is much better-looking than this thing," Rebecca couldn't help frowning and muttering, "You think so, Mastermind?"

Several monitoring devices on the ceiling of the laboratory are aiming at the biological tissues on the platform, and the neutral voice of the main brain comes from the voice synthesizer: "Thank you for your compliment, creator, but I don't quite understand the 'aesthetic 'Concept, I think as a tool, it is good if it can achieve the design purpose and the cost and benefit meet the standard..."

"You don't have to be so serious, I'll just say it casually," Rebecca waved her hand, then her eyes returned to the samples on the platform, she frowned slightly, "But having said that... don't all the command nodes on the front line now Has it become this... ugly 'synthetic brain'? Have all those dark priests withdrew to the Deep Blue Well?"

"...It's hard to say, our allies on several other fronts have also reported similar situations, and they haven't seen dark priests appearing on the frontal battlefield recently," a researcher squeezed his chin and muttered, "But We don’t know what the center of the battlefield looks like. We only heard that it’s densely packed with monsters. I hope the high-altitude reconnaissance team that set off at noon today can..."

Before the researcher finished speaking, he heard a somewhat urgent voice suddenly coming from the shipboard broadcasting system: "Attention, the medical team and the aircraft engineering team immediately go to the C-331 take-off and landing platform, repeat, please medical team and aircraft The engineering team is going to..."

Rebecca was shocked for a moment, and immediately called the control center of the Dawn of the World: "Mastermind, what happened?"

"The high-altitude reconnaissance formation was fatally attacked, and only one of the four aircraft managed to come back, and the pilot was seriously injured," the mastermind's voice was still calm, but speaking quickly, "...the fire of the aircraft has been controlled, and the pilot has not yet left Danger."

"Prepare the traffic compartment," as soon as the mastermind finished speaking, Pittman hurried towards the door, walking swiftly like an old man at all, "Let the young boys over there hang the pilot's life first, I'll be there soon..."

"I'll go too!" Rebecca followed Pittman's footsteps in two or three steps, and while following him to the traffic pipeline, a huge question appeared in her mind—the high-altitude reconnaissance formation was shot down. down?And it still sounds like it was almost wiped out by the beating?how can that be? !When did the Wasteland Legion have this level of anti-aircraft firepower?

There are flying units in the Wasteland Legion, which was confirmed at the beginning of the war. It is a disgusting monster with a swollen head, like a mutated and inflated flesh balloon, which can fly to the same height as the Dragoons and use A variety of magic for air combat. To be honest, that kind of monster is still a bit threatening when dealing with small and medium-sized flying units, but the alliance does not only have dragoons in their hands - huge air fortresses, fully armed dragon descendants, and individual strength The extremely powerful Tarrond Expeditionary Force, in the face of these overwhelming forces, the air power of the Wasteland Legion has been suppressed, and its ground anti-aircraft firepower is even more "poor and weak".

As for the high-altitude reconnaissance plane released by the Dawn of the World...it is a super high-altitude aircraft that was only recently designed. The high-altitude flight technology can even fly for a long time in the magic turbulent layer-that altitude has far exceeded the flight limit of the Dawn of the World, and even higher than many ordinary dragons. Missiles and eggs use non-type air units...can they shoot down aircraft flying in the turbulent layer?Even if they launch their own mother up, they can't reach it!

The shot put of Cecil Empire was full of vulgar words at this time, and soon came to the C-331 takeoff and landing platform with Pittman. The rune amplification ring that the cavalry needs to widen a circle has been broken, and there are large scorched and peeling marks on the bottom of the cockpit, the anti-gravity ring is dim, and the wing-like structure is torn by the roots. This posture can be maintained until the return The air home port is also a miracle.

The pilot who narrowly escaped death was near the takeoff and landing platform. Due to serious injuries, he could not be directly transferred to the medical center. The medical team could only perform emergency treatment for the soldier on the spot. On a metal platform with many runes depicted on the surface and wheels at the bottom, the body was covered by a sac-shaped translucent airtight cover, only the head was exposed, and the cover was filled with a thin-colored biomass solution. Several Drew Yi and Sister Holy Light continued to release healing and purification spells, and now it seemed that the condition of the injured had finally stabilized.

A person in charge of handling the situation at the scene saw Pittman and Rebecca appear, and immediately greeted him: "Your Highness Rebecca, Master Pittman, you are here—"

"How is the condition of the wounded?" Rebecca hurriedly asked without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, "How did you get shot down?"

"The wounded are not out of danger yet, but the situation has stabilized—if there is no accident, their lives can be saved," the person in charge immediately nodded and said, "The aircraft was 'grazed' by some kind of high-energy attack and was severely damaged. It didn’t appear to be hit directly, but it was severely injured just passing by, and the specific situation still needs to wait for follow-up analysis...”

"I'll go and have a look first." Pittman turned and walked towards the wounded man, and when he came to the medical device, his brows finally relaxed.

The person in charge said that the wounded are not out of danger, but in Pittman's view, the young man's life has been saved - and the future recovery should not be too bad.

"Your life is pretty hard," the old druid said while tugging at his beard, activating a few runes next to the medical device while bending down, "several of your major organs will fail sooner or later." It's..."