Sword of Dawn

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The main force of the wasteland entrenched in this area has been wiped out, and now only a few surviving individuals are still staggering and crawling in the sea of ​​flames and bomb craters. Their instincts drive them to continue moving towards the direction of life. Soldiers don’t have to go to the battlefield to clear them. They, they will take the initiative to climb in front of the fire net and be slaughtered—the waste soil army that has lost its command is nothing more than a group of monsters that are not even as good as wild beasts.

Some squirming shadows protruded from the edge of the car window. They were dark brown vines or tentacles. They wandered around on the scorched battlefield, rummaging among the corpses, picking and choosing. Philip saw a As soon as the crawling biochemical beast crawled out of the crater, it was rolled up by one of the tentacles. The ugly monster struggled in the air, screaming loudly, and then was wrapped up by the tentacles and placed on the fire to roast until it was fully cooked before calming down. Then the tentacles rolled up the trophy and quickly returned to the nearby cracks in the ground.

The chewing sound came from the depths of the earth.

But more tentacles found nothing—there were either completely burnt and carbonized wrecks on the battlefield, or "muds" that had been completely blown up and couldn't be put together, or deformed bones that had begun to turn into smoke. Bertila, who had just emerged from the edge of the Black Forest and was already starved of hunger, was not unacceptable to these things, but now that she was not so desperate for biomass, she naturally disliked these "inferior foods".

The tentacles who found nothing gave up foraging on the battlefield, and chose to drill back and continue to gnaw the soil.

The magic net terminal next to it suddenly lit up. Philip turned his head and saw a figure in a green priest's skirt appearing in the projection. Behind this figure was a background formed by a large field of pure white flowers.

"Ms. Bertila," the young Imperial Army Field Marshal nodded to this outstanding lady, "We have cleared this area, and you can extend your follow-up limbs to build a position."

"I'll break the ground after the surface cools down—the spores are already waiting in the soil near you," Bertila nodded and said, but then frowned again, and muttered with some resentment, "Recently, the spores can be eaten on the battlefield. There are fewer and fewer things... Are you a little overdone? Especially today, the fried ones are too shattered."

"This..." Philip didn't expect that the other party would really complain about this, and his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. "It's actually because the enemy has no tactics after losing command. Those monsters swarmed into the fire blockade, and most of them couldn't wait to get close. The war will be turned into dust by the tank cannon and the rainbow jet, and it is really not easy to preserve relatively intact wreckage under such circumstances..."

"Ah, it's actually okay, I just said it casually," Beltira found that this serious young man was really worried, and couldn't help but waved his hands, "This is a war, I'm not here for a picnic. "

"Thank you for your understanding," Philip said immediately with a serious face, but he still couldn't help asking, "Now it's becoming more and more difficult for you to collect biomass from the wreckage on the battlefield. Is the growth supply in trouble? Do we need to add some additional pipelines and biomass splitting tanks? Now that the railway line is smooth, in terms of material transportation..."

"No, the supply of biomass is very smooth," Bertila interrupted Philip, "The purification device at the rear has been functioning, and now the clouds over the wasteland have become much more normal than before, and I can rely on normal photosynthesis to absorb part of the nutrients, and I've found new sources of nutrients in the ground."

"Underground sources of nutrients?" Philip was a little curious, "You mean..."

"I successfully cut off the root system network of the death of all things in the entire northern region—or, my incompetent compatriots voluntarily gave up these things that they have no control over," Beltera said with a hint of joy in his tone, " Now I'm gnawing on tree roots."

Philip: "...well, as long as you are satisfied..."

Chapter 1389 Another Frontline

The setting sun gradually sank, and orange-red light penetrated the thin clouds and sprinkled on this barren and corrupted land. The land stretched out in Andersa Wendell's sight, and the black "ground" was like a tide It surged up, and the filthy giant waves came rushing forward, engulfed with madness and malice that seemed to swallow up the living, causing the whole land to tremble violently.

A dark red signal bomb rose into the sky, and exploded in the clouds into a light cluster that was more brilliant than the setting sun. Under the illumination of the signal bomb, the defense line built by the Winter Wolf Knights seemed to be coated with a layer of flame-like brilliance in an instant— —The next second, there was a whistling sound as if a hurricane was forming from the rear of the position. The sound changed from low to high, and gradually became a muffled thunder.

Andersa looked back and saw a large area of ​​rune brilliance suddenly appearing above the two hills on the north and south sides behind the Knights' garrison. Countless mysterious and complex runes fell from the sky like a torrential rain, covering the entire hill. A three-dimensional and constantly evolving complex light curtain was formed. Immediately afterwards, a large number of rings were differentiated around the rune curtain, forming a huge matrix in the air. The twelve magic net energy supply stations set up around the hill immediately It roared, and the huge magic power gathered from the magic net and was transmitted to the matrix of the battle mage group through the broadcasting device. After a moment's delay, the spell took shape.

The clouds in the sky were instantly torn into pieces by a powerful force. Dozens of brilliant halos formed a continuous "ocean" over the knights' garrison. The sea was filled with turbulent heat waves, and thousands of laser beams with astonishing heat were like a torrential rain. It splashed down like a wave, sweeping unscrupulously in the surging "black tide", like a storm sweeping through the snow, countless burnt limb fragments and red smoke from flesh and blood evaporated in the blink of an eye. covered the entire plain.

After a round of laser rain (legion-level thermal energy ray storm), the menacing dark tide has been cut and riddled with holes, and the reduction in its number can be seen with the naked eye. However, the monsters don't know pain and fear, and they don't know how to cover and line up. Soldiers lined up, so after a very short delay, the tide surged again - although it was much thinner, the momentum of rushing towards the line of defense did not diminish at all.

"Recharge," Andersa said to the communication device beside her. "After three rounds of thermal energy ray bursts, the electric field trap and the near protective wall will be activated. The Knights will start warming up the thermal shield and prepare to engage the enemy."

"Yes, General!" The voice of the Commander of the Battle Mage Corps came from the communication device, and as the voice fell, the sky above the two hills on the two wings behind the Knight Corps brightened again.

On the base of the mage group, the battle mages have already begun to guide the second thermal energy ray burst. They are standing on the huge legion-level magic circle, which is quickly assembled with prefabricated and modular engineering components. There are still interfaces connected to other energy systems and a large number of pipes and grids on its edge. When the legion mages started to guide the spellcasting, those grids on the edge of the magic circle soon began to emit a lot of hot steam and emit The blue shimmering "waste energy", the engineering mages standing on the edge of the magic circle stared at the pipes connected up from the bottom of the mountain and the valves, pressure gauges and other devices around the pipes, preventing these things from being damaged by overheating.

Times are advancing, and even the Typhon Empire, which relies on traditional mages as its main force, knows how to adapt to this era. Smart mages have found a way to combine magic techniques with traditional methods of casting spells, and the pressure of war makes everyone New ideas and new technologies have the opportunity to mature quickly - use external energy stations to charge legion-level spells, use engineering prefabricated parts to replace the old-fashioned way of laying out magic circles, rely on alchemy coolants and large circulation pumps to To solve the problem of too long cooling cycle of legion-level spells, in addition, there are mana coordinators, equalizers, load insurance and unlimited alchemy potions worn by individuals. Relying on these things, the power that a battle mage group can exert is almost is doubling.

This is the benefit brought by technological progress, and it is also the experience exchanged for blood on the battlefield.

After a moment's delay, the second charge was completed, and the whistling sound from low to high came again from the sky above the hills, and the sky under the setting sun was once again ignited by the gorgeous laser rain, and the light burst splashed on the earth, and the distortion body and biochemical synthesis The tide of beasts steamed into smoke in this torrential rain.

The three rounds of thermal energy ray bursts ended, and most of the monsters surging on the ground were destroyed. The remaining ones continued to charge forward. They successfully reached the defense line constructed by the Winter Wolf Knights, and behind this defense line, a A huge tower is standing upright on the ground. The top of the tower has a metal-like texture, and the dim magic runes are gradually lighting up on the surface of the tower.

That is the purification tower. It is gradually "awakening" at this moment, and the ordered energy field it released has already begun to affect the chaotic magic energy environment in this area. Only by relying on the special "force field" in the wasteland can it maintain its own stability. The aberrants keenly sensed this threat, driven by instinct, they became ten times more violent than before, and frantically rushed towards the "last line of defense".

This made them plunge into the electric field trap—a bright electric arc suddenly erupted from the surface, and quickly spread throughout the "black tide" with the monster that stepped on the trap as the node. Even just looking at the electric current makes people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

This was a weapon developed during the previous "Battle of Typhon-Cecil" and it was used against the Cecilian war machines, but now the Typhons have discovered that this trap is useful against swarm impacts. Even better with live targets - it cooks hundreds of cyborgs to a crisp in a split second, and spreads quickly between targets in dense formations.

When the electric field covering the entire land finally gradually extinguished, there were no more aberrations and synthetic beasts that could move.

These monsters staggered, roared, twitched and staggered into the heat shield in front of the knight order. The crimson heat exploded from the surface of the shield, knocking these stupid and filthy things to the ground, and then the knights came out with their swords. Sheath, the final fight was fierce and short, almost one-sided massacre, the entire battlefield finally completely quieted down.

"...they are getting easier to deal with," Andersa Wendell said softly, looking at the calm battlefield and the soldiers helping the wounded and clearing their positions, "although there are still so many of them, they can no longer It has caused us too much loss."

"They are declining, just as His Majesty expected," the female adjutant with silver short hair and a dark complexion said seriously behind Andesa, "In contrast, our soldiers have also gained in this war. With the rapid growth, the technology and tactics are improving, and the current results are normal due to the ups and downs."

"Yes, they are declining - but this also means that the battle in the 'Deep Blue Well' in the center of the wasteland is becoming increasingly fierce, because those cultists are concentrating all their power there," Andersa said in a deep voice , "The Iron Man Corps of the princess of Gondor is fighting against the power of the entire wasteland alone. The death order passed down from above is to advance to the 'old imperial capital defense circle' within a month. In other words, the defense force of the Deep Blue Well It should only last for a month at most..."

She raised her head and looked at the vast wasteland. Even though the weather has gotten warmer, Andersa's voice still sounded chilly at this moment: "Within a month, if the Alliance army can't break through this battlefield, the blocking wall can't do it." If it starts smoothly, then all our efforts and sacrifices so far will eventually be equal to zero-when the entire planet is 'domesticated', the accumulated victories now will be meaningless."

The silver-haired adjutant raised her head and glanced at her general. She knew that the other party would never tell the soldiers this kind of words. The soldiers were fighting with high morale amidst a series of victories, pushing forward with all their might, and the huge shadow behind the victories would cast a shadow on everyone. It caused tremendous pressure, and some "truths" are destined to be faced only by a few people.

The glorious sun finally fell to the horizon completely, and a residual dark red glow spread along the clouds in the sky, which seemed to be filled with blood. On the battlefield, engineering mages used fossils to build several towering towers for mud and fortification techniques. Although the gray stone wall of the barrier is not exquisite, it does not have a desolate look on the wasteland under the bloody afterglow, and the high wall and the temporarily laid shield brought the soldiers after the battle. A precious sense of security—in this exotic land far from the boundaries of civilization, the peace of mind and the opportunity to rest behind the high walls are like gold for expeditioners.

The magic spar lamp was lit, the magic net laid with prefabricated parts and the mobile energy vehicle started to supply energy to the entire frontline base, the defensive crystals on the temporary city wall made a low buzzing sound, and the mage released by the night sentries The Eye is hovering high in the sky.Andersa Wendell walked between the barracks, listening to the rough chatter and laughter of the soldiers sent by the night wind.

A sudden melody from nearby made her stop. It was the tune of folk songs from her hometown. Andersa subconsciously followed the sound. She saw a group of soldiers gathering in the open space under the lights. A blond-haired woman The knight held the "Berum Qin" that is common in the Enchhawk area, and a simple, lively and melodious melody came from the instrument.

Andersa didn't intend to disturb the rare leisure time of the soldiers, but when she was about to pass by quietly, the female knight saw her general first. She stopped the instrument in her hand and stood up to Andersa. saluted in the direction of the other soldiers, and then the other soldiers reacted and stood up to salute.

Andersa smiled, and came to the group of soldiers. After accepting their salute, she set her sights on the female knight: "Very familiar melody... What's your name? You're Enkihawk people?"

"Report to the general, I am the captain of the No.12 Combat Squadron of the Second Battalion of the Eighth Regiment of the New National Knights, Marianne Raven," the young blond female knight immediately straightened her body and answered meticulously, then shook her head, "I Not from Enchhawk, but my roommate when I was studying abroad was, and I learned this piece from her."

"Miannu... I have some impressions that you were on the list of recruits last week." Andersa nodded lightly. At the same time, she also recognized the mark on the young knight's breastplate, that mark It means that this female knight is a newly promoted commander who has only recently been promoted, and this type of newly promoted commander has become more and more common on the front line recently-as the situation changes, the frontline battle situation is gradually brought under control, and this war has changed from the previous one. The catastrophic desperation has become a training ground for the empire to train its troops. The empire is sending a steady stream of recruits to the front line to receive rounds of training. heavy losses suffered.

And as far as Andersa knows, Typhon is not the only country that is doing this, basically every military power that is capable of sending a large-scale expeditionary force to the wasteland is using this method to "train troops". For the countries of Loren, it was a tribulation, but it was also an opportunity. Under the pressure of the war, many countries were coerced into starting industrial reforms, and a large number of materials and personnel that had to be mobilized after repeated wrangling were brought together. The military is growing, the technology is advancing, and the alliance... has truly become an "alliance".

Frankly speaking, Andersa doesn’t think that war is really the driving force of social development—although many people think that she is naturally warlike, but as a soldier, she understands war very well. War is war, and it destroys rather than destroys. Construction, by itself, does not create anything good and useful—it is the pressure of life and death, the will to survive, and a correct and consistent belief that really push countries forward in war.

Without these things war can bring nothing but sheer decline and destruction.

So Andersa sometimes feels very fortunate that this war that turned the world upside down broke out between the civilized world and the wasteland, rather than an endless bloody battle between two civilized countries—Typhon and Cecil once Almost falling into this abyss, she passed by another fate on the edge of that abyss, and knew what kind of future it was.

"Study abroad... in Cecil?" Andersa asked curiously.

"Yes, General," Mariano replied immediately, "I was one of the first batch of noble children sent to Cecil to study..."

"Very good," Andersa smiled, and at this moment, she suddenly noticed a small pale yellow flower pinned to the joint of Marianne's shoulder armor—this inconspicuous flower probably belonged to this heroic figure. The only "soft" place on the sassy female knight made her gaze stop for two seconds, "This flower is..."

"Ah, report to the general. I found this when I was patrolling outside the camp. It was in a crevice of a rock." Marianu seemed to be blushing a little, her voice lowered, "I just think it looks nice."

Andersa slightly opened her eyes.

The waste soil pollution area is almost dead, and even moss can hardly survive, let alone such fresh flowers, which made the young general wolf think of the bunch of flowers brought by the soldiers when they returned from the base of the Cecils— ——But she knew that the little flower in front of her could not be the product of the "living forest", because the spreading direction of the living forest was on the other side, and its border was still some distance away from the front line of Typhon.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at the tall tower located in the center of the base. The towering purification device exudes a soft radiance under the night, but its purification core has not yet fully "awakened". According to the calculations of the technicians, the purification tower has not yet activated It takes at least twelve hours.

What's more, even if the purification device has been activated - it is impossible for a flower to bloom in the blink of an eye.

"General?" Mariannu noticed Andesa's strange expression, and couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Is there anything wrong?"

"...the blockade is starting to have an impact."

Andersa spoke in a low voice, as if talking to herself.

The blocking wall is starting to have an impact.

Things in the wasteland... are turning around!

Chapter 1390

According to the deduction of Mirmina, the goddess of magic, the current state of the entire wasteland is actually equivalent to an out-of-control and internally closed "abnormal energy field". On this land, a large-scale and unquenchable magical tremor has formed, and according to the "Unified Wave Theory", the boundary between "real" and "virtual" in this world is blurred and variable, so the out-of-control energy field It means that the material world will also go out of control, some things will be generated out of thin air in the energy focus, some things that should have died will be reassembled and reproduced, and people without protection will suffer irreversible damage in this energy field.

This is the truth of the wasteland—and the "healing" of the wasteland by the blocking wall is essentially "smoothing" and "filtering" of this large-scale abnormal energy field.

A sufficient number of purification devices are connected to form a long barrier, like a breakwater built in the waves. The magical turbulence that has been vibrating 700 years ago will gradually weaken in front of this barrier until its strength and intensity are reduced below the threshold, thus losing The interference and influence on the material world will become a normal magical shock again, and all kinds of weird phenomena and spreading pollution and corruption in the wasteland will quickly end with the disappearance of the source.

But for a long time, this is actually only a theoretical result. Although almost everyone who knows the inside story thinks that Mirmina's calculations cannot be wrong, but with the erection of towers, the battle situation develops and changes day by day, people Still can't help but feel a little bit of worry - will the blocking wall really work?Will the wasteland of Gondor, which has been entrenched on this planet for seven centuries, dissipate naturally because of a few artificial filter barriers?

The purification device itself is indeed effective. It can create a "safe environment" close to the outside of the wasteland within a certain range. However, to confirm whether the blocking wall can really affect the entire wasteland, the key still depends on the In areas not yet covered by the purification device, whether the environment has undergone chain changes as calculated.

The delicate little flower trembled gently in the breeze, and it bloomed in this dark and corrupted land, before the frontline purification tower was fully activated—this meant that before Typhon's army advanced here, This tenacious plant has already taken root on this land and survived successfully. It may have been when spring just arrived, when the blocking wall was only laid less than a quarter...

Its seeds may have come on a southerly wind, but to Andersa it didn't matter where they came from—its bloom could inspire everyone.

The young female knight named Marianne gave the flower to Andersa, and the latter bid farewell to the soldiers. She returned to her barracks with a little excitement, picked up a pen and paper, and prepared to write a letter. Letter to Aldernan - With the aid of new technologies such as image scanning, magic net transmission and off-site printing, a copy of this letter can appear before Her Majesty Rosetta Augustus in a few minutes , and the "photo" of the little flower will also be sent back.

Andersa picked up the pen, and glanced at the little flowers on the table again, and then her eyes fell on the white letter paper. Thousands of thoughts were ups and downs in her heart. After ups and downs for 10 minutes, she looked up at the silver-haired female adjutant standing aside: "Help me think about how to write..."

The female adjutant immediately sat down on the opposite side of the table, and began to ghostwrite with ease, muttering as she wrote: "I saw that you wrote so confidently, I thought you had thought it through this time..."

There was a trace of sigh in Andersa's tone: "... People always have areas that they are not good at."

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A hazy and thick energy shield covered the ground. This astonishingly large-scale barrier made the entire Old Emperor City seem to be sealed in the depths of a pale blue shimmering giant egg, and at the core of the "giant egg", one could vaguely I saw a bright and brilliant blue beam of light burning blazingly. Around the beam of light, there are a large number of veins extending on the ground, as well as soldiers and automatic war mechanisms that are moving towards the edge of the "Giant Egg".

This is the core area of ​​the wasteland of Gondor, where the ruins of the old imperial capital are located. The brilliance of the Deep Blue Well still shines on this land—but at the border where the light shines, the entire surface has been covered by layers of disgusting horrors .

The wasteland army gathered here, and the power of the entire wasteland was also concentrated here. The projection of chaotic magic energy raged on the battlefield, and the entire area had been alienated into an unimaginable state. The black-red tide, the shapeless energy surges between them, making these deformed and blasphemous things seem to be in the gap between reality and illusion at all times, a layer of thick fog-like material floats on the surface of the earth, and the thick fog undulates , a large number of indistinct limbs and illusory roars spread around.

In the direction of the Deep Blue Well, a silver-gray guard tower stood on the edge of the defense belt. A white light flashed on the top of the tower, and a dazzling ball of light whizzed into the center of the tide composed of distortions, accompanied by a huge explosion. The shock, the center of the Kuroshio was torn open a huge gap, but the nearby dense fog re-gathered in the blink of an eye - black and red arcs surged in the fog, shapeless flesh and vague murmurs echoed in the air Appeared, and new monsters emerged from it, rushing towards the direction of the energy barrier.

Tall iron soldiers rushed out from the passage below the barrier. These man-made warriors, whose appearance was almost identical to that of humans, fiercely faced enemies whose numbers were several times their own. They flew light blades in their hands, or continuously projected power into the distance Powerful magic missiles, they are not afraid of pain, and they will not die easily. Even if they suffer injuries that are fatal to ordinary people, most of them can calmly retreat to the recovery channel near the barrier under the cover of friendly troops. Return to the factory deep in the earth for repairs on a series of high-speed transport tracks.

This is no longer the "battlefield" in the usual concept of human beings. Whether it is the warring parties or the battlefield itself, serious alienation and distortion have occurred in the crazy and out-of-control magic shock.

The soldiers of the Iron Man Corps fought fiercely with the aberrations at the edge of the real world. The invisible magic tide behind the aberrations and the huge energy released by the large shield of the Deep Blue Well were constantly eroding each other. The destroyed monsters projected In the form of "returning to the world", the artificial soldiers who have just been repaired return to the battlefield again and again through the underground passages. In this fierce battle, the boundary between reality and illusion is violently shaking like the reflection of the water surface that is about to break, and it is crumbling. The balance seems to be broken in an instant.

And behind the two bloody battle regiments, the commanders of both sides are facing each other in the distance, deploying huge resources through indifferent calculations, maintaining this killing feast on the broken battlefield of reality and illusion.

Deep Blue Well, the deepest part of the underground bunker surrounded by layers of reinforced armor, internal stand stabilizers, and reinforced concrete composite defensive belts. Bright lights illuminate the control center hall. In this huge room, Ophelia More than a dozen processing nodes in the matrix are emitting a low humming sound. Huge amounts of data are rushing through the nodes like cubic columns one after another. In the midair between the processing nodes, scenes of clear holographic images are floating. projection.

Those projections are real-time images collected by composite sensors on the edge of the battlefield, and they are also the most intense battle zones on the entire battlefield.

"...The K-3 shield generator group is damaged and offline, the redundant unit has been activated, the load is too high, and the shield pressure is being rebalanced..."

"126 Combat Squadron is all lost, the body failed to recover independently... The recovery team is going to recover the body... The T-226 traffic track is broken, and the path of the recovery team is being re-planned..."

"Warning, the mental core reserve is insufficient, and the efficiency of Ironman's maintenance array is declining...the priority of the production line is being reset, and the mental core reserve is expected to return to the threshold in 72 hours..."

"Warning, the No. 26 defense wall signal is abnormal, and the barrier is suspected to have penetrated. The nearest patrol unit is being mobilized... Encountering an enemy, our troops are engaging the enemy... The battle is over, and we are on alert. The barrier is expected to be restored in twelve minutes."

The voice of Veronica/Ophelia echoed in this empty hall, and echoed among the processing nodes. The voice sounded extremely mechanical and cold, almost devoid of what a human being should be. At this moment, a holographic projection in the center of the hall suddenly flashed and switched to a scene in the distance——

In the center of the picture, one can see a terrifying thing of astonishing scale entrenched on the ground. It seems to be formed by the accumulation of countless twisted vines, shapeless flesh and deformed bones, like the back of a giant flesh and blood beast. A forest grew on the ground, and it seemed that flesh and blood were bred in a distorted forest. This terrifying thing that could not be classified biologically covered the whole place like a combination of various nightmares. A hill, and there are countless dark red shimmers flowing and converging inside it. At this moment, a certain structure on the top of it is rapidly rising, and a translucent thing like a cystic blood bubble grows out of it. The strong light surged, as if there was terrible energy contained in it.

"The unknown biological giant is active again, confirming the high-energy response... The energy of the Deep Blue Well is being redistributed to the shield system, the countdown to the target launch, three, two, one..."

A strong light flashed on the monitoring screen, and the top of the "mountain" composed of vines of flesh and blood exploded in the distance. The translucent swelling exploded, and a ball of dazzling light flew out of it, and shot straight towards the dark blue sky. The direction of the well fell down.

"Confirm target launch, prepare for impact resistance, countdown to impact, three, two, one..."

Almost all images were disturbed at this moment, the energy shield above the Deep Blue Well flickered violently at this moment, terrifying ripples almost covered the entire barrier, and a low muffled sound was transmitted to the Deep underground, more than half of the passages and shafts are rumbling, and the control hall is also shaking slightly. There is a trace of disturbance in Veronica/Ophelia's voice: "...Impacted, calculate the damage...K The shield generators from -6 to K-12 were severely damaged, and the shield was partially broken down, and the shield system began to be repaired... There are hostile units intruding into the interior of the defense wall, and the imperial guards are being dispatched to clear it..."

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A violent wave of light appeared on the surface of the shimmering "giant egg" in the distance. After the terrible annihilation process, the "disaster bullet" turned into countless surging streams of flames, pouring over the protective layer like a torrential rain. The surface of the shield flowed and fell.

The impact caused by firing the calamity bullet was transmitted in this huge "body", waves appeared between the shapeless flesh and blood, and the tough "vessels" and "nerves" collapsed on the spot after firing However, after a brief regeneration process, several organs dedicated to providing energy fell into an overheated state in a short period of time, and the body fluids were boiled in the chamber, turning into blood-colored steam from the edge of this twisted forest It gushed out, and a larger number of spare organs quickly took over the overheated part, gathering huge magic power for the next launch.

And in this process, this "body" is still growing, and the last priests are performing assimilation in the depths of this flesh and blood tissue. Their fanatical and dirty power continues to gather, and even let the Bo Erken felt a little dazed.

In the center of this "twisted forest" formed by the intertwined growth of flesh, bones, and plants, the tough biomass closed into a hall with a dome, and a "tree" with a vaguely human form was taking root in the slightly undulating, On the glowing ground, feeling the complex nerve feedback from all parts of the "body", Borken slightly opened his eyes. His face was older than before, his body was more distorted than before, and his yellow-brown eyes seemed to be trapped in In a half-dream and half-awake state like a dream, he slightly twitched his stiff limbs—for an instant, the entire twisted forest entrenched on the hill roared like an earthquake.

"Failed to break through... the shield..." Borken murmured softly as if talking to himself, "Re-charge..."

The sound of footsteps came from not far away, and the figures of the twin elves appeared in this "hall"—in essence, this "hall" is actually an organ in Borken's body at this moment, his "brain ventricle" ——They came to the treant in the middle of the hall, and the dim light in the hall made their faces blurred as if they were hidden in a dream.

"Grand Master, we have just returned from the deep area, and the last batch of compatriots have been integrated into your body," Leierna said, "Now you should be able to feel the influx of power—after a few days. The fusion will be completed will be done."

"I can... feel..." Borken's cloudy eyes fell on the Elf Twins, his voice hesitated, as if it took a while to recognize who the figure in front of him was, and then it took a while to recall How to communicate with it, "Power, is welling up in me... Destroy that fortress... It's only a matter of time..."

"Of course, you are very powerful now—but don't forget our original purpose, we are not trying to destroy that fortress, what we need is the huge energy inside," Fierna said softly, "put your roots It is more important to get into those energy conduits and use the rune stones we released in advance to control these energies than to destroy that fortress."

"Yes, control it..." Borken said in a low voice, but then frowned as if in pain, "Chaotic thoughts are surging in my mind, and I find it difficult to concentrate..."

"This is a normal phenomenon, Grand Priest," Leierna laughed, "You are integrating the power and will of the entire sect into yourself, and in the process, you are promoted to a powerful existence like a god. It is not an easy task... Before the fusion is completed, those wills are still thinking independently, and of course they will interfere with your thoughts. But don't worry, this situation will improve soon, and when those messy wills disappear...you can Only one voice will be heard."

"This...is very good." Borken murmured softly.

"Yes, it's very good." Leierna and Fierna smiled like flowers.

Chapter 1391 The Dust Has Not Settled

The gentle voice of the elf twins sounded far away to Borken as if it came from another world—this hall is located in the deepest part of the entire flesh and blood structure, and countless nerve links are connected here from all parts of this huge alien body , to transmit a vast amount of data to Borken's thinking, which not only includes the perception of the flesh and blood structure itself and the monitoring of the entire battlefield, but also those dark priests who are fusing in the depths, despite all the dark The priests have been adjusting the direction of thinking assimilation in the past period of time, but compared with the real "unity", they still have their own different minds, and they must be integrated and sorted into one. For Borken is a daunting task.

The attack from the Deep Blue Well is coming, it is the counterattack launched by the ancient ghost hiding in the steel fortress, the high-intensity energy beam is focused on the top of the structure, it seems to want to destroy the organ that released the "disaster bullet" , the several organs used to expand the shield opened the energy barrier in time, even though they themselves were quickly burnt in the overload, the attack from the deep blue well was still successfully blocked.

Then the damaged tissue began to repair itself, and an astonishing amount of biomass was transported from the deep underground to the upper layer, and transformed into layers of additional carapaces. Borken performed these operations precisely like a machine, which was once experienced He had unimaginable powers and abilities for being human, and now it was all at his disposal, and during some half-dream intervals he thought about his present existence... he felt like a god.

A group of spiritual wave communications from afar arrived at the structure, and Borken read the large-scale death signals of the mutants and biochemical synthetic beasts, as well as the unique strong impact of "heavenly fire falling to the ground".

It's the Cecilians, who have advanced to the northern Scorched Plains and are building their purification devices there. The wasteland legions left there have only the most basic killing instincts, and lack heavy units. It lasted for less than a day - the expected situation, that itself was cannon fodder, the only regrettable thing was that the effect of this cannon fodder was much smaller than expected.

A certain nerve node in the "brain ventricle" emitted a dim red light, and Borken's will turned into a mental wave, which quickly spread to the north along the criss-crossing root network underground—there was no dark priest who could perform command tasks. , the end of the root network is only connected to a large neural node with basic intelligence, and that neural node buried deep underground can perform the most basic control over aberrants and biochemical synthetic beasts within a certain range. The basic unit will not be completely "wild".

In this way, the wasteland army deployed in remote areas can at least play a role in blocking and delaying the mortal army.