Monstrous flames scorched the sky and the earth as the raging living flames leaped into the darkness of the winter night. It was as if day had come for the second time as the sun rose over the horizon. Not long ago, the army of mutants had completely destroyed and occupied this land, corrupting and shattering everything they came into contact with. Now, it had become a reason for the guardians of this land to vent to their heart's content.
There was no longer anything in this land that needed to be carefully protected. Where the living flames spread, there was only the ugly flesh and bones of those monsters.
"What a good fire." After being treated and bandaged again, Wycliffe stood on the steel-cast church tower. He looked through the translucent energy shield and tempered glass at the direction of the mountain pass in the distance. The living flames were splitting at the end of the earth. Countless elemental bodies climbed, jumped, splashed, and exploded into giant mushroom clouds. Their short lifespan had reached the end. The artificial elemental environment would lose balance and dissipate in the next few minutes. But as fire elemental bodies, the more they were on the verge of collapse, the more terrifying their power was.
The human king even imagined a chilling scene, imagining what kind of nightmare it would cause if such an incendiary bomb fell into an ordinary city. But at least at this moment, this nightmarish scene had befallen those ugly monsters. Wycliffe could not help but curl his lips as he felt joy from the bottom of his heart.
"The power of the Inferno Bomb is greater than I thought …" A steady voice came from the side, interrupting the king's imagination. The leader of the White Knights, Amir, came up the stairs not far away. His heavy iron boots stepped on the floor, making a dull but powerful sound. "No wonder Her Highness Rebecca has repeatedly emphasized to us that we must never release it near our own people. The safe distance must be far enough …"
Wycliffe looked back and saw the light from the magic crystal lamp shining on the armor of the "medical cleric." The surface of the armor engraved with scriptures had a faint glow. He could not tell whether it was pure light or the afterglow of the holy light. But for him and the surviving soldiers in the cathedral, these "clerics" from the Cecil Empire were all brimming with holy light. Even their war hammers, heavy cannons, and incendiaries were as pure and holy as light.
These reinforcements that came from the sky in the winter night not only saved him and his soldiers, but also the vast land and countless people behind the Ogoray Mountains.
"Please allow me to express my gratitude to you again," the king said very solemnly. "Whether from a personal point of view or from Ogoray's point of view, we owe you a huge favor. One day, this friendship will be repaid."
"Then we owe you, Your Majesty. This war is not over yet," Amir said in a deep voice. "The flames of the Inferno Bomb are about to subside. After that, we will continue to stay here and use the cathedral itself and the engineering materials carried by the ground forces to build a new line of defense. With the cooperation of the air forces, we can plug this gap. According to the information from the Dawn of the World, the monsters are temporarily retreating, but they will soon come back. No one knows how many mutants there are in the wasteland. Before we counterattack their base and purify the wasteland, we still have a war to fight."
"Yes, we still have a war to fight …" Wycliffe was silent for a moment. After a few seconds, he slowly looked up and said calmly, "We have only lost a few cities, but my people have not fallen. I should regroup, go back to White City, reassemble the army, and retake and rebuild this land …"
"I am glad to see that you have regrouped quickly, Your Majesty. But before that, I think you need further medical help first," Amir said as he glanced at Wycliffe's empty right arm. "The current treatment can only heal the wound temporarily. It is far from enough."
Wycliffe looked down at his severed arm and suddenly remembered the 'general anesthesia' treatment he saw at the ruins of Farm. An inexplicable chill suddenly made his expression a little subtle. "Err, I will look for the doctors in White City …"
"If you trust Cecil's medical technology, we have several medical and … processing plans that can help you regain a good arm." Amir seemed to have seen through the concerns of the human king. He felt a little helpless and embarrassed, so he had to explain. "Please rest assured that the Holy Setting Sun Legion is not the only medical unit of the expeditionary army. We have a battlefield medical ship coming from the direction of Carlin Road. There are medical facilities jointly set up by Druil Academy and the Bioengineering Department on it. If you have a soft spot for biological limbs, you can try to regenerate flesh and blood. If you want a change of taste, the technical sergeants can give you an arm with alloy armor and artificial nerves. "
The Magistrate paused for a moment before revealing a smile. "The second method is a new technique, but it is said to be very effective. Fortunately, you have a new injury, so you have more options. If it was an old injury, it would be difficult to treat."
Wycliffe listened to the incredible things described by Amir. His expression became more and more strange. "Then … I will think about it, think about it …"
…
In a very short period of time, the tide in the darkness stopped surging. An unexpected powerful force violently intervened in the battlefield, blocking the black tide that extended out of the wasteland. Then, the vanguard of the tide began to be wiped out. Tens of thousands of "sensory terminals" quickly disappeared under the storm-like attacks. In the senses and memory fragments of the dying individuals, they were filled with fear brought about by the tearing of limbs and the scorching flames.
That was the 'instinctive emotion' that even monsters without intelligence could produce under the violent and powerful attack.
Marcellus's branches trembled slightly in the cold wind of the winter night, but it was not because of fear, but because of immense anger and hatred. His attack had been stopped by those crazy, barbaric, and desperate Orcs, as well as those haunting Cecilians, who seemed to want to interfere no matter where they went, but he was clearly just a little bit away from victory!
The vanguard of the mutants had destroyed the human army at the northern border of Augoray. In the past few days, they had flattened their border fortresses, cities, and villages. He personally led the main force to clear the line of defense in the mountain barrier and forced the orcs to retreat to their main city. If given a few more hours, he was confident that the two legions would attack from the north and the south and completely destroy the defense of Red Jade City. After that, the army from the wasteland would spread rapidly in Augoray, and the whole country would rapidly transform into a wasteland. No matter how the stubborn mortals defended their 'sacred mountain', they would not be able to stop the transformation process that was close to a natural disaster. By then, even if the main force of Cecil people arrived, they were doomed to be powerless.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that the orcs would actually set the entire Red Jade Forest ablaze, trapping half of his main forces within the forest. He also didn't expect that the Cecil army would actually be able to bypass the mountains and directly 'fly' from the distant northern battlefield to the frontlines of Auglay!
In a literal sense, the humans had flown over. They had built an amazing aerial fortress.
"Hierarch, our frontline troops have suffered a setback. The 'swollen contaminants' are no match for those aerial fortresses," a low-level dark Druil said, sounding a little frightened. "We … need to temporarily avoid the frontline and replan the attack route …"
Marcellus shook the dry branches, his dark brown eyes staring at the timid low-level dark priest. "Shut up, I don't need you to teach me!"
The low-level dark priest's mutant limbs trembled, and the roots retreated. Marcellus looked up at the dark sky in the west and glared fiercely at the front line that was illuminated by various flashes of light. He was no stranger to aerial fortresses. When he was still a mortal, he had even personally ascended the 'Starry Temple', known as the Silver Crown, as a 'guest' and was personally received by the Silver Queen, who was still a child at that time. He had seen the ancient sanctuaries and the deep cloister hung with the portraits of the sages.
At that time, he was still an exchange scholar sent by the Kingdom of Gondor to the Silver Empire, a laughable and distant identity.
But he knew that the Starry Temple had crashed. In the flames and thick smoke, it was like a symbol of the end of an era at the northern border of the Kingdom of Kaolin. The spectacular scene of its crash caused a great stir in the dark root network of the All Things Finality, and even made the Hierarch Borken sigh. Yes, it had crashed. The ancient, miraculous, symbolic aerial fortress had crashed. Every member of the church cheered at that moment. Although the Silver Empire had temporarily stabilized their defensive line due to its crash, the mortal world had indeed lost their greatest military reliance. At least until not long ago, Marcellus still believed so …
Who the hell would have thought that the Cecil people would turn around and pull out another formation of aerial fortresses?!
Of course, according to the information sent back from the frontline, Marcellus could easily judge that the aerial fortresses flying from the northwest were far smaller in scale than the Starry Temple of the elves. Whether it was the fortresses that looked like "escort ships" or the ferocious "mothership" with fierce firepower, they were much smaller than the Starry Temple that had crashed. But no one with a normal mind would judge the threat of those things from the perspective of pure "size".
The Starry Temple of the Silver Elves was in its twilight years. Its decay was more of a symbol. It was very powerful, but its power had come to an end. But now, those things that appeared above Red Jade City were brand-new war machines.
They were war machines that the Cecil people had specially built for this war, armed to every inch of the deck and shell. They were brand-new, fierce, precise, and ruthless. They were not precious symbols, nor were they heirlooms that needed to be hidden. The Cecil people had taken them out for the sole purpose of letting them slaughter on the frontline.
With the highest efficiency and the most ruthless manner, they would kill and destroy to their heart's content.
The order to retreat spread through the spiritual link. The Black Tide on Augoray surged again, but this time, it was retreating to the rear. It was meaningless to let the aberrations fight the aerial fortresses that had the advantage in the sky. Now, the priority was to conserve their strength, adjust the layout of their main forces, and use the polluted land as a buffer and delay. In the next period of time, they had to find an opportunity to change the situation as soon as possible.
"They are more like monsters than aberrations …" Marcellus looked at the distant sky viciously. He thought of the information that Betheim brought back from the northern battlefield, and the living forest that fed on the aberrations on the northern battlefield. He could not help but whisper in the night wind. "The essence of civilization is a conqueror who is more barbaric than savages … Interesting …"
The low-ranking cleric beside him was stunned. "What did you say, Hierarch?"
"Just some meaningless sentiments." Marcellus's tone was unusually calm, as if the anger and hatred were just an illusion. He looked at his subordinates and began to issue orders calmly. "We will give up the Red Jade Forest and the Wolfridge Mountains, and leave the polluted land to the humans. You take the runestone team and open a Dark Blue Fissure nearby. Put some runestones into it, and then move to the south. There, Dithmore …"
He stopped abruptly.
An inexplicable chill spread through his roots and his mutated nervous system. There was a premonition of impending death in the chill. The dark cleric, transformed from a high-ranking Druil, suddenly stared at the direction of Red Jade City. In the Wolfridge Mountains, which had become the home field of the aberrations, he had a feeling that he was being stared at by some bloodthirsty beast in the open plain.
The low-ranking cleric immediately noticed the change. "Hierarch, why are you …"
Marcellus did not wait for the cleric to finish his sentence. "I have a bad feeling. We need to move now!"
The low-ranking cleric did not know what was going on, but he immediately obeyed his superior's order. But before he lifted his roots and moved to the east of the Wolfridge Mountains, he subconsciously looked back in the direction of Red Jade City and could not help muttering, "But we are still very, very far from the front line. The weapons of the Cecil's men can't reach here …"
Before he could finish his sentence, a terrifying shriek suddenly exploded in the night sky and tore the clouds above the Wolfridge Mountains apart. But what was more terrifying than the shriek was that Marcellus saw a swift stream of light flying from the direction of Red Jade City and landing on a nearby mountain faster than the speed of sound!
He could not see what it was, but he could see that it was faster and more terrifying than any kind of "Skyfire". It was even faster than the speed of sound. It was not until the big explosion that he heard the sound in the air. Then, the mountain not far away was shrouded in a dazzling ball of light made of chaotic streams of light. The terrible energy pulse swept across the Wolfridge Mountains, and even made him temporarily lose the perception of the entire army of aberrations. Then he saw the ball of light expand in the night sky, whistling and igniting the air, and then it shrank in an instant, leaving a very obvious trace in the darkness, like some kind of spatial crack, and then brought a second wave of energy shock and terrible explosion and tremor.
At this moment, it seemed that the whole mountain was shaking slightly.
Two or three seconds later, the light finally dissipated. The attack of the unknown origin came and went quickly, but the trace it left was permanently imprinted in the eyes of every witness.
The mountain disappeared, leaving only a spherical depression eroded and hollowed out by an unknown force.
Marcellus instantly lost half of the leaves on his body. He turned around and ran!
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