After a short delay, the three signal flares soared into the sky. The charging crystal in the signal flares exploded violently after the inertia lock was released, activating the runic array engraved inside the shell. In the next few seconds, a huge light ball that could be seen from far away in Greta Fortress illuminated the thick ink-like clouds. A dazzling red light permeated the thick clouds, and almost at the same time, the water vapor above the narrow plain reached its peak.
On the ground, the last heavy artillery shell launched by the Cold Winter had just completed its long flight and landing. Accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky. However, there were not many broken limbs of the mutants in the shockwave. Most of the mutants and biochemical beasts on the battlefield had been wiped out in the previous intensive bombardment. After leaving behind countless wreckage, the monsters had quickly abandoned the position they had just "occupied" and retreated to the border of the Gondor wasteland.
They entrenched themselves between the decayed soil and jagged boulders, roaring in the dust. Although the meteor-like fire in the dark clouds had stopped, the searing pain and shock caused by the "heavenly fire" seemed to be deeply imprinted in the depths of their twisted and mutated nervous system. The dust stirred up by the last round of bombardment had yet to dissipate, and the rumbling of the earth was still lingering. This terrible scene was transmitted through the nervous system of the monsters and their mental connection to each other, and finally gathered in the command node of the wasteland army, gathered in their "heads" — the dark priests who were entrenched in the ruins of an ancient fortress at the border of the wasteland northwest of Greta Fortress.
This was an ancient frontier fortress. In the glorious era of mankind, it was the frontier outpost of the Kingdom of Gondor. For thousands of years, it guarded the most powerful human domain in the world. But after the explosion of the Deep Blue Well, the fortress fell into the wasteland and had been forgotten by the civilized world for hundreds of years. The advanced construction technology of the past and the distance from the impact of the Deep Blue explosion allowed the fortress to maintain a relatively complete main body. Between the towering walls and the intricate structure of the building, one could vaguely see its glory centuries ago. But that glory no longer symbolized the frontier of civilization, but had become a shelter for the dark and corrupting.
Banor stood on the large platform on the upper level of the fortress. The entangled canopy like a brain made a dry rubbing sound in the wind. His roots, which acted as his legs, swayed slowly on the ancient mottled platform, showing the dark priest's extremely bad mood. His eyes were fixed on the battlefield in the southeast, watching the retreating mutants and the smoke on the horizon that had yet to dissipate. A hoarse and low murmur sounded in his body, and some dark red liquid, reminiscent of blood, slowly seeped out from the gaps of his bark.
A large number of mutants and biochemical beasts were wiped out in a very short time, and a large number of nodes in the command network suddenly lost response. The violent impact that the lower nodes felt at the same time created a tsunami-like mental shock in an instant when the network was paralyzed. This impact caused many dark priests who directly commanded the army to suffer major or minor injuries, including Banor himself.
He was the successor of Marcellus. After the wasteland army's attack on the Augoray tribal nation was thwarted, and Marcellus, who was originally the commander of the Western Front, was vaporized by the terrifying aerial fortress, Archbishop Borken handed over the remaining mutants of the Western Front to Banor, who was on standby at the rear. Banor did not let the Western Front, which had more than half of them lost, remain at the frontline of Augoray to confront the terrifying aerial fortress. Instead, he chose to order the entire army to go south and attack the elven and human positions together with the Southern Front. He knew that what the Church needed was not the so-called 'world conquest', but to place enough control nodes in the Deep Blue. With this goal, it did not matter if they gave up the entire Western Front, and the results on the Southern Front would still be enough to complete the great cause …
It should have been so. At least until today, things were generally going according to the original plan.
The fighting will of the elves and humans was very tenacious. Even after the fall of the 'Stellar Temple', they still succeeded in stabilizing the border and even made a certain 'counterattack'. But their tenacious fighting will was not 100% able to protect all the defensive lines. The Wasteland Army continued to break through parts of the border with their superior forces, and successfully suppressed the northwestern border of the Kingdom of Kaolin. The army arrived at Greta Fortress. In Banor's view, as long as there was enough time, the humans, who were far weaker than the mutants in terms of replenishment and endurance, would sooner or later be worn down by the Wasteland Army. And as long as the Kingdom of Kaolin was breached, no matter how good the elves were, they would fall into a situation where they were pincered by the two armies.
In the end, he met with the Cecil people today. Those Cecil people who had hidden dangers and could appear out of nowhere for some unknown reason!!
"Hierarch, it has been confirmed that the shelling came from the Oldo River. Those Cecil's people came by boats — very large warships, more than a dozen of them." A dark priest walked up the platform and respectfully came before Banor. "The 'magic cannons' they used are different from the 'magic cannons' we have seen on the battlefield these days. Whether in terms of power or range, they are superior to our 'behemoths' …"
"The Oldo River … actually came from such a far place?!" Banor's treetop made a rustling sound, and he seemed to be very irritated. "Those damn inferior creatures … They are stupid and inferior on the path of evolution, but they only know how to make those blasphemous machines full of noise … No, we can't let those warships continue to stop there …"
A gust of wind blew from afar, and the wind was full of water vapor. The smell of a storm soaked the dry leaves and bark of Banor, but this did not make the 'plant' feel happy. Instead, it made him more irritable and uneasy. "Not only Cecil's people, but also this damn weather. There are no such annoying dark clouds and rain in the wasteland …"
As if to respond to his complaint, the moment the hierarch's voice trailed off, an unprecedented thunder suddenly exploded in the sky. The rolling thunder echoed between heaven and earth like a great bell. This sudden movement even made the dark priests in the fortress tremble. They almost mistakenly thought that the shells fired by the Cecil's warship had landed on their heads.
Then, it started to rain heavily.
The rainstorm that had been brewing in the dense clouds for a long time finally fell. It was as if there was an upside-down sea hidden in the depths of the clouds. The heavy rain fell like a waterfall, from the north of Greta Fortress to the ancient fortress at the border of the wasteland, and then to the east to the old site of the forest defense line. The entire narrow and long plain almost turned into a swamp country in an instant. Countless bright thunderbolts shuttled back and forth in the clouds. Innumerable whistling sounds of the wind and frightening strange howls swept across the plain.
Banor was shocked by the thunder just now. At this moment, he could not help but stare at the rainstorm that suddenly fell in front of his eyes. The dense water flow had even exceeded his concept of 'rain'. It was more like a whole body of water falling directly from the sky. This dark priest, who had lived for centuries, searched his memory. When he was still a human, when he was still living in the 'normal world' outside, he had never seen or heard of such rain before.
"This rain …" the low-ranking dark priest muttered to himself. "This rain is really heavy …"
"No, something is wrong …" Banor interrupted his subordinate. The intense uneasiness seemed to have turned into a substantial alarm bell in his heart. "This is not rain! It's an attack. We are under attack! Everyone, get ready to fight! "
"Attack?" The low-ranking dark priest did not immediately react. He looked at Banor in astonishment. "What attack?"
Before he could finish his sentence, his voice was interrupted by a buzzing sound from the sky and the sound of a wooden structure being cut by high-temperature energy. In the rainstorm, a ghostly figure emerged out of the water and air out of thin air. It was a woman with a lower body like a snake. She held a trident in her hand. The high-energy light wave at the front of the trident was restrained into a blade by the force field. With a casual swing, the low-ranking dark priest was cut in half.
The lifeless wooden body of his subordinate fell into the torrential rain, and Banor finally felt a long-lost fear. He saw that the alien creature with the strange weapon had turned its gaze towards him, and around the alien creature, more figures were quickly appearing. From the rain falling from the sky, from the air filled with water vapor, and from the rising water on the ground, figures holding tridents or particle rifles were forming one after another.
On the castle, outside the castle, and on the plains, more sirens had landed and began to quickly harvest all the creatures in their sight. Whether it was the tall mutants, the ferocious and strange biochemical beasts, or the dark priests who were trying to rebuild the defense line in a hurry, these land creatures were no different in the eyes of the sirens. If they were close, they would cut them into pieces with their lightwave blades, and if they were far away, they would shoot them with their particle rifles. The high-energy particle clusters and lightwave blades wrapped in the binding force field surged like waves in the storm. Each surge meant that a large number of monsters and dark priests were turned into 'impurities' in the waves.
The water was surging. Although it was on the open plains, the 'rain' brought by the storm did not dissipate at all. A shocking amount of rainwater was bound on the battlefield and filled all the gullies on the long and narrow plains at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was a shocking and terrifying scene. But at this moment, Banor had no energy to pay attention to what was happening in the distance.
A cluster of high-energy particles wrapped in a force field brushed past the treetops and flew into the distance. His protective magic shield rippled as Banor continued to summon a large number of vines and withered treants to fend off the attacks of the 'Xenomorphs in the Rain'. At the same time, he used powerful corrosive energy arrows to attack the enemies that fell into his shooting range. This was the first time he fought against this race. As a knowledgeable dark priest, he guessed that these creatures before him were the 'sirens' that had once beaten up the Storm Children for seven hundred years. He also immediately sent the news to the hierarch in the depths of the wasteland through the network of roots. And what he could do next …
The only thing he could do was fight to the death and think of a way to survive this ambush.
The dark green corrosive energy arrows cut through the air and whistled. A siren warrior could not dodge in time at close range and was pierced through the chest by the energy arrow. It did not even have the time to scream before it turned into water splashes all over the sky.
Another siren saw the scene and exclaimed in shock at the death of her comrade. Then, she laughed loudly. "The weakest one is dead!"
Then, the other sirens around her shouted in unison. "We'll meet again after we die!"
Banoer felt a chill in his heart. If he still had hairs, then all of them would have stood up by now.
These sirens were not undefeatable. Although they appeared to be several times stronger than the average mortal race and were equipped with astonishingly advanced weapons, Banor, as a high-tier Extraordinary, could still fight against multiple siren soldiers in battle. He had even succeeded in killing a few of them, but that did not make him relax at all.
He only felt that it was absurd and terrifying — these creatures were not afraid of death at all!
They fought with a fearless attitude and did not care about any fatal injuries. If they could win the fight, they would pounce on them and tear them apart. If they could not win the fight, they would also pounce on them. If they were seriously injured, they would directly run over and self-destruct. They did not care about their own lives or even the lives of their comrades. When their comrades died in front of them, they would only shout loudly and excitedly. They evaluated the death with an attitude that, in Banor's eyes, made his hair stand on end. After loudly praising or ridiculing them, they would turn around and continue to kill all the targets in their sight until they themselves died.
Banor's scalp was numb — although he had lost his scalp seven centuries ago, his scalp was still numb.
He knew that the aberrations were not afraid of death, but that was a completely different thing. The fearlessness of the aberrations was built on the basis that they did not have a complete mind. If they could think, they would still know how to run away and be afraid. But these deep-sea mutants called "sirens" in front of him had a high degree of intelligence. They embraced death in a completely rational situation, ran toward death, praised and despised death …
In fact, he even got high during this process.
The dark high priest, who was determined to destroy a civilization to reshape the planet, trembled in front of these incomprehensible deep-sea mutants. He even felt that he was facing a group of crazy monsters.
And at this moment, Banor suddenly found that the sirens surrounding him stopped attacking at the same time.
The deep-sea warriors seemed to have received some kind of order. They put away their weapons and retreated at the same time. The torrential rain around them had formed an upside-down vortex in the sky. The center of the vortex strangely calmed down. Banor looked at the changes around him in shock. For a moment, he did not know what had happened, but he was sure of one thing — these crazy deep-sea mutants would not be kind enough to let him live.
The next second, what he thought in his heart was confirmed.
A loud sound of water surged from the torrential rain and water outside the castle. Countless thick tentacles that reminded people of octopus tentacles climbed up the platform along the rough outer wall of the castle. Banor saw a huge figure emerge from the surging water. It was a giant-like woman, or something that was a fusion of a woman's body and a deep-sea monster's body. She lowered her head and looked at Banor. Countless thick tentacles surrounded the platform layer by layer, forming a concave structure like an arena. A thunderous voice shook Banor's auditory nerves. "I heard that there is a superpower here. Is it you?
"Very well, I am the Deep Sea War Lord, Vanessa. I will fight you."
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