The dust had not settled yet. The war between the mortal civilization and the wasteland army was still going on fiercely at the frontline. No one could predict the future. However, for those who had a keen sense of smell, the vague outline of the future had already appeared in their vision.
There would only be two paths for this world to take. Either the mortals would be utterly defeated, and the entire civilized world would cease to exist. All plans for the future would be meaningless. Or the humans would be victorious, and the wastelands that had once been devoid of life would become a land that was so vast that it occupied half of the continent. It would no longer be polluted, and it would be a land without a master waiting to be developed.
Without the alliance and the powerful suppression of the three empires, the sudden appearance of such a vast and fertile land would probably plunge the entire Loren Continent into fatal chaos. Even with the alliance, the distribution of this land would become a protracted dispute. Of course, this was a matter of the distant future. For now, the most direct impact of the purification of the wasteland was that the large polluted area that originally belonged to the "four border countries" would turn from a nominal territory into a real land that could be reclaimed.
The mortal countries were at war with the wasteland, but they couldn't just fight. Everyone needed to survive. The Empire also needed to prepare for the economic revival and the shift of social focus after the war. A mighty "Wasteland Reclamation Campaign" was the best choice. The young Carrie might not have thought so far ahead. She just made the decision to go to the border as a young person, but her father, Viscount Perlo, was a little more far-sighted than her.
This was the first time in many years that her father had agreed so readily. Carrie was a little stunned for a moment. She blinked her eyes in disbelief. Looking at Viscount Perlo's expression, she asked cautiously, "You really agreed?"
"You're an adult, and you've finished your studies in a foreign country. Now it's time to start a career. I'm glad to see that you've chosen to end your muddle-headed life at home." Viscount Perlo's expression was as serious as ever. He looked into his daughter's eyes and said, "But I want to remind you that this is not as easy and romantic as many people think. We haven't had a real wasteland reclamation campaign for many years. The bards built too many heroic and romantic halos on the pioneers, but the real pioneers most often face hardships and challenges first. As for glory and glory … it's often your turn after you've made a name for yourself.
"Carrie, if you've made the decision with a romantic vision of the frontier ranch, you still have a chance to back out now. So does your classmate Danna. But if you go to the border … there's no turning back. The Perlo family allows caution and retreat in the face of difficulties, but we will never accept deserters and cowards who betray their responsibilities on the battlefield. "
Carrie seemed to be frightened by her father's solemn tone, but her determination did not waver. Her father's words only made her more clear about her decision. She did not know if she would become a pioneering hero like Gwen Cecil, but she vaguely felt that an era as vigorous as 700 years ago seemed to be coming to her.
Perhaps … she would also have a chance to leave her name in this tide that could be called the "third pioneering".
…
At the frontline, a group of huge figures was hovering in the sky. The black Giant Dragon in the lead lowered its head slightly, its pale golden vertical pupils reflecting the distant horizon. The cold air in the high altitude was roaring outside the protective barrier. Its giant wings cut the sky, and the magic flow at the tip of the wings seemed to be a little restless and chaotic. But compared with half a month ago, the magic flow in the high altitude region could be described as "mild and orderly" at this moment.
Just as the scholars had said, the barricade wall was working. The mutated mana field in the wasteland was gradually being sorted out and purified. This change was obvious not only on the surface but also in the sky. Even as a black dragon species, Coletta could clearly sense this change while flying. She was a black dragon species that was relatively slow in sensing mana.
Her companion's growl came from nearby. Coretta the Black Dragon retracted her gaze from the distance and growled in response. She had already seen the ugly monsters stirring on the surface — chaotic, blind, and unintelligent. They did not know how to find cover or organize anti-air firepower in the face of the dragon silhouettes in the sky. Now, those monsters could no longer be called 'enemies'. At best, they were just dirt on the land.
"This is the first flight of the Tarlonde Expeditionary Army," Coretta lowered her head slightly and said to the magic network communicator on her body. This device was a little shabby compared to the "Omega Communication Network" of the old Tarlonde. But the glory of the Giant Dragon civilization was no longer glorious, and this small device made by humans had been fully installed on every soldier of the Tarlonde Expeditionary Army. Coretta was now used to it. "Visual confirmation of the ground targets … there are a lot of them. It seems that their assembly point is here."
"Roger." Commander Gina Prince's voice came from the communicator. "The Dawn of the Earthly Dawn is performing a component airdrop mission. Destroy all the mutated creatures in the assembly area. Do not give them a chance to harass the purification device."
"Roger. About to attack the ground." Coretta responded with a low growl and began to descend in the air. At the same time, every inch of her scales began to float with a layer of iron-gray texture. In this flowing brilliance, she seemed to have turned into a dark cloud descending from the sky, carrying with it a destructive majesty. Behind her, the 96 Giant Dragon Flight Group began to descend at the same time. The low growl and the sizzling sound of magic converging rang at the same time. Coretta felt the hot energy in her chest had reached its peak. She opened her mouth to the ground and destructive flames poured down like a torrent. The dark ground was ignited by the dragon's breath filled with magic power in the blink of an eye!
It was not until then that the monsters on the ground finally reacted. They began to fight back in panic amidst the overwhelming dragon's breath. Streaks of dark red energy beams and magic missiles shot into the sky from the ground and intertwined into a chaotic but powerful barrage. But for the powerful Giant Dragon, this level of anti-air firepower was far from a fatal threat.
Coretta quickly climbed in the anti-air barrage, charging forward to get rid of the slow magic missiles as quickly as possible. Once she was out of the barrage's range, she immediately turned around and began another round of diving, breathing, and accelerating. The 96 Giant Dragon Flight Group was like a net of knives cutting across the sky. The destructive torrent of dragon's breath swept across the wasteland wave after wave. The mutants' instinctive barrage could barely capture the figures in the sky. Even if a few missiles and beams were lucky enough to hit a Giant Dragon warrior, the damage was far from enough to knock down these overlords of the sky, whose defense was even more ridiculous than city walls.
Coretta galloped in the sky, executing every tactical move with precision. Diving and accelerating, breathing and climbing. The anti-air firepower from the ground intertwined into a net behind her. The sound of explosions and whistling filled her senses. In a trance, she seemed to see a scene in the past. She was flying in the huge arena, her mechanized prosthetics roaring in overload, her opponents roaring around her, and she was rushing to the ring that represented the champion. Salutes were fired, and the cheers from the audience were like a tsunami.
She swept across the low altitude for the last time, turning the surging magic power in her chest into flames and splashing it on the ground. The dying roars of the mutants and the biochemical beasts came from the flames. As she continued to climb, the black dragon, who had once won the title of champion of the Ultimate Arena, opened her mouth slightly. Her sharp fangs glinted like metal under the sun.
Compared to the crazy and twisted arena, such a battlefield was more meaningful. Signing up for the expeditionary force was the right decision.
Coretta hovered in the air as the dragons regrouped behind her. Some of the injured Giant Dragon began to return to the direction of the Dawn of the World under the cover of their companions. Coretta led the rest of the warriors to continue to patrol the battlefield. They had to ensure that the disgusting monsters were turned into ashes before leaving.
Looking at the flames flowing on the ground, Coretta suddenly remembered something that Melita mentioned when she was chatting with her. It was said that the human emperor Gwen Cecil met the Giant Dragon for the first time in a similar situation. At that time, Melita had just used the flames to purify the old Cecil territory that was destroyed by the mutants. Under the flow of the dragon's breath, the pioneering human hero and Tarlonde's Giant Dragon Observer looked at each other from a distance. Unfortunately, Melita's eyesight was not good. She did not see anything at that time. She only knew about it later.
In a sense, Tarlonde's Giant Dragon and this civilization's' fate 'began from that burning of the dragon's breath. Now, the dragon's breath once again flowed on the ground. The Giant Dragon had become part of the expeditionary force sent by Tarlonde to the Lorien Continent. It had become one of the many frontline troops that the mortal kingdoms fought against the calamity of civilization. Fate was really unpredictable.
"Captain, this area has been purified." A low voice rang in her ears, waking Coretta from her thoughts. "Shall we return to the Dawn of the World?"
Coretta roared. She glanced at the ground for the last time. After a moment, she nodded slightly. "It looks like it has been burned clean. Let's go back. Wait, there … I feel something!"
Her eyes suddenly fell on a piece of open land near the center of the battlefield. The flames had just subsided, and the ground was still in a dark red state. It seemed that everything that could be burned had been burned clean. But Coretta just felt a faint magical wave coming from that direction. Now the wave had disappeared, but it seemed to be deliberately hiding.
"There's something buried underground," Coretta said as she lowered the altitude. "Let's go down and dig."
"Could it be the 'root network' of the dark priests?" Several Giant Dragon warriors lowered the altitude. One of them said as he flew. "That thing is buried underground. Sometimes it can be dug out …"
"It doesn't look like it. I've dug out the root network. That thing doesn't release any perceptible magical wave. And it's very fragile. In order to control the aberration, it's buried very shallow. After a round of bombardment on the surface, the underground root network is basically finished. But that thing just now … I think it's buried very deep, and it seems to be releasing something outside …"
…
Rebecca hurried to the comprehensive laboratory of Dawn on Earth. As soon as she entered the room, she saw a 'big guy' lying on the platform in the center of the laboratory.
It was a mass of biological tissue that had lost its vitality. It was as tall as a person, with a large mass of twisted muscles and fibers entangled together. There were also countless fine, root-like structures growing out of the cracks on its surface. There were also some thick tubular structures at the bottom, with obvious signs of being cut.
This thing was so weird and creepy. With just a glance, Rebecca seemed to be able to imagine how it was constantly expanding and shrinking when it was' alive. 'This made her immediately give up the impulse to poke it. But anyway, as the chief engineer of Dawn on Earth, she had dealt with the' Cortex Prime 'many times. She had been trained in the aesthetic aspect. She quickly suppressed the feeling of disgust in her heart and turned to the assistant researcher. "Is this the thing that Coretta dug out from the assembly area in the east?"
"Yes, Your Highness." The assistant researcher immediately nodded. "Miss Coretta said that this thing was buried very deep in the ground and was still 'alive' when it was dug out. But soon it died on its own. Before that, this thing was not damaged at all. It was like it had received a death order and then committed suicide. After confirming that the life response had stopped, Coretta cut it out from the root network. "
"No wonder. When I came over, I saw Coretta vomiting on the railing by the deck. She vomited so much that her wings were cramping." Rebecca suddenly realized something and said, "She must have eaten it when she was digging."
As soon as she said this, half of the researchers around her almost vomited as well.
But Rebecca did not notice it. She just circled the experimental platform twice with interest and looked at the weird biological tissue. It looked like some kind of functional organ, and the intelligence showed that it was' growing 'on the enemy's root network. But in the past, the Alliance forces had destroyed such a large scale of the root network, but they had never found such a thing. This was really … interesting.
The only regret was that Rebecca could not understand this thing.
"This is not my area of expertise … It would be better if it was powered by runes or machinery," she said as she scratched her head. She had heard that the frontline troops had dug out something incredible from the ground and sent it to the laboratory. She had rushed over to take a look, but now she realized that this was not something she was familiar with. She could not help but feel a little regretful. "I have to let the druids take a look …" she said as she scratched her head.
"We have informed Master Pitman. He should be able to give a professional judgment," an assistant researcher immediately said. "He is coming from the medical ship. He should be —"
"I'm here, I'm here, where is it? Let me identify —" Before the assistant researcher's voice trailed off, Pitman's voice suddenly came from the direction of the laboratory door. The Chief Druil of the Empire yelled as he ran into the room. The first thing he saw was the weird biological tissue on the platform. His eyes suddenly widened. "Oh my god, what is this thing? Did you make this lump of meat grow hair? "
Pitman, the Chief Druil of the Empire, spoke very professionally.
(End of Chapter)
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