Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the Fiery Moon, the armies of the Alliance had finally reached the edge of the central plains of the old Kingdom of Gondor. Historically, the plains were known as the 'Green Lands of Tarash'. The imperial capital, once regarded as the jewel of all intelligent races on the continent, was located on this vast and fertile land. Seven centuries ago, it had the most advanced magical city on the continent, the busiest air, surface, and subway transportation, and the largest unmanned hydroponic farm.
Even after seven hundred years, the glory of the Green Lands of Tarash could still be found in the ancient scrolls.
But that was the glory of seven hundred years ago. Everything on the plains had been destroyed by the powerful magic power of the Deep Blue Well and the erosion of time. Apart from the history books and the database of the Ophelia Matrix, no one could see the past on this land that was full of polluted soil and mutated monsters. When the soldiers of the Alliance entered the Green Lands of Tarash, they only encountered corruption, poison, an out-of-control magical environment, and endless monsters ten times crazier than before.
The First Legion of the Cecil Empire in the north and the Typhon Winterwolf Knight Regiment in the east entered the Green Lands of Tarash almost at the same time. When the railguns and the thermal beams swept across the land, they were immediately met with a powerful counterattack from the Wasteland Legion. Countless monsters swarmed in from all directions, and the sky and land were filled with twisted and mutated limbs. In the strange thick fog, the mutated bodies appeared out of thin air in front of everyone. Their tenacious fighting spirit and agility were far superior to the mobs of a few days ago.
Marianne tightened the belt used to fasten the enchanted breastplate, and then pressed one hand on the hilt of the Knight's Sword (in such a battlefield, the sword was only used as a decoration for officers in most cases), and the other hand held the communication crystal inscribed with complex runes. She and her soldiers were stationed in a magic makeshift frontline bunker. The simple bunker was equipped with a high-power focus crystal and a complex magic amplification array. It could amplify, guide, and extend the spell to a farther battlefield. It was an essential facility for the legion to move forward.
A layer of 'mud' was surging on the plains in the distance, and the overwhelming hostility was coming from the countless roaring mutated creatures in the 'mud'. A strange purple-black fog floated over the surface, and many shadowy things were gradually taking shape in the fog. Those were the mutated creatures that were entering the real world from the boundary between the virtual and the real world. A large number of monsters would bring about a mutated environment, and the mutated environment would 'release' more monsters. In the core area where the power of the wasteland was the strongest, this terrible cycle did not stop for a moment.
Marianu watched the tide coming in, trying to control her heartbeat and breathing. Her soldiers were in their respective posts, and everyone had a nervous look on their faces. These people were no longer recruits. They had seen blood and killed enemies on the previous battlefield, but in the most central area of the wasteland, even veterans felt nervous.
The communication crystal in her hand suddenly vibrated and emitted heat, and a steady male voice came from it. "Guiding Point No. 26, confirmation signal."
"This is Guiding Point No. 26," Marianne said reflexively. At the same time, she looked back at the half-buried crystal and the rune array around the crystal. "The energy has reached the threshold, and it can be released at any time."
"Understood. The battle begins. Good luck."
A low humming sound reverberated between the runic array and the crystal. A powerful army level spell began to take shape in the sky above the fortress. The soldiers controlled the magic nodes everywhere and focused the spells on the monsters that were constantly swarming over. In the sky, a vague three-dimensional runic array had gradually taken shape. Between the layers of runic shadows, electric sparks filled with destructive energy were crackling non-stop.
Marianne's eyes turned to the plain outside the fortress. She clenched the hilt of her sword and felt her heartbeat become steady and powerful again.
The relaxing and joyful training on the battlefield had come to an end. The time spent playing house with the cannon fodder aberrations at the edge of the wasteland was over. The rookies had seen blood and fire, and what they had to face next was the true face of this battle for survival.
Far away in the northwestern sky, an eye-catching red light suddenly exploded in the clouds. Beneath the rapidly expanding ball of light were the flashes of cannons and shockwaves that rose into the air. Muffled thunderous sounds could be heard from the ground, like the beating of war drums, shaking the hearts of everyone. That was the vanguard of the Cecil army. They had already clashed with the Wasteland army occupying the plains.
Marianne took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "The show is about to begin …"
On the 32nd day of Fiery Moon, the Northern and Eastern Armies of the Alliance were the first to make contact with the first batch of mutants around the Tarash Plain. They engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the main force of the wasteland army. In just one day, the vanguard of the two empires had launched a week's worth of firepower on the Tarash Plain. After paying a certain price, the First Legion led by General Philip and the Winterwolf Knight Regiment led by General Andesha finally succeeded in breaking through the blockade of the mutants. They relied on superior firepower to "clear" a foothold on the plain.
After that, the engineers erected a purification device in the narrow foothold. In forty-eight hours of defense, the two legions each repelled dozens of attacks from the enemy and successfully activated the purification tower. At this point, the mortal kingdoms had finally extended the barricade to the Tarash Plain and extended to the gate of the Deep Blue Well. After seven hundred years, the artificial light that represented the civilized world finally burned brightly in the heart of the ancient kingdom.
After the offensive led by the two empires of Cecil and Typhon achieved results, the Western and Southern Armies finally succeeded in entering the Tarash Plain. Relying on the powerful firepower of the Dawn of the World and the support of the Siren Expeditionary Force, the two armies also established a vanguard position and erected their own purification devices. At this point, the four armies from the mortal kingdoms had finally all advanced to the core of the wasteland of Gondor and looked at each other from a distance near the Deep Blue Well.
Although the barricade had yet to be closed, the terrible "creeping disaster" still weighed on everyone's mind. Countless mutants and biochemists attacked the bunkers and trenches on the frontline like nightmares every day. But when night fell, the soldiers on the frontline could already see a brilliant beam of light piercing the sky at the end of the horizon. They saw a hazy halo shining in the distance. The halo came from the Deep Blue Well, and the beam of light came from the purification towers erected by the other legions in the wasteland. In this land full of pollution and mutants, the legions on the frontline had become a watchman.
…
The rumbling of thunder resounded on the battlefield in the distance. A large number of units on the edge disappeared and were reborn in the constantly compressed wasteland environment. The counterattack from the Deep Blue Well swept across the land without stopping, adding to the meaningless casualties of the wasteland legions and delaying the fate of the final defense line.
On the vast purple-black land, a black structure that looked like a mountain range was slowly moving toward the Deep Blue Well. Countless deformed limbs and tentacles of flesh and blood extended from its edge as it wriggled on the ground like a multilegged insect or a mollusk. Ordinary biological concepts had lost their meaning on this behemoth. It … or rather, 'it' was only crawling toward the most eye-catching energy reaction without stopping for a moment.
The cannon fire from the mortal civilization was killing its "herd", but it did not care. The high-energy beam from the Deep Blue Well had left terrible wounds on its body, but it did not seem to feel anything. In the deepest part of this behemoth, the brain was supported by wood and bone pillars and wrapped in a chitin shell. A twisted treant that once symbolized a mortal had completely withered and disintegrated. Biological tissues that could no longer be seen were scattered on the dark red "ground", and in the center of the biological tissues, a round platform covered in runes rose. The round platform seemed to be made of tree roots and bones, and on top of it was a shimmering ball that pulsated slowly.
The inside of the ball was blurry, as if a heart was soaking in it, or as if a brain was floating.
Borken was in a deep slumber here, repeating one memory after another in a dream that he could not wake up from. The "noise" that once howled in the depths of his mind had disappeared without him noticing, and the cries that once tried to wake him were now only faint murmurs. Borken was very satisfied. Just as the elven twins had promised, when the assimilation was complete, he could no longer hear those annoying voices.
He climbed up a hill in his half-awake state. The hill was once part of the outermost defense zone of the Deep Blue Well, but the Wasteland Legion had crushed it. The guard tower that stood for hundreds of years was now a twisted metal wreckage in the mud, and the scorching iron core cooled in the mud. He looked at the end of his climb and saw a crater-like crater. It was once the capital of Gondor.
A structure that looked like a "sharp cone" made of molten crystals lay in the center of the crater. A blinding white light was erupting from the top of the cone, and the entire crater was now shrouded in a thick shield. The light fused into the shield, making the shield unbelievably resilient.
Borken reached out his "hand". It was an amorphous limb that grew out of the soft flesh. He used the limb to touch the shield, like a fly that greedily wanted to touch the light. The next second, a great pain was transmitted to his consciousness through the nerves in the limb. He felt that his limb was directly annihilated and eroded by some powerful energy, and it made him wail in his dream.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came into his mind. "Stop, Borken."
Whose voice was that? It sounded familiar … The voice seemed to be from a pair of sisters, but Borken could not remember their names and faces.
"Stop, Borken." The voice rang again, this time with a clearer command. "Take root underground. You should be able to feel an energy fissure there. It comes from a tributary of the Deep Blue Well. Don't you want limitless power? Then absorb its power. Absorb as much as you can. "
Borken did not think too much. Some of his limbs had begun to extend into the depths of the earth. He easily pierced through the collapsed ancient subway, communication tunnels, and outer bunkers abandoned by the Ophelian Matrix. At a very deep location, he finally touched the strong energy pulse.
It was the blood vessels of the planet, the blood of the planet, and the heartbeat of the planet. It was sweet and mellow, something that Borken desperately needed.
Rayna stood in a biological chamber below the "brain chamber." A part of the chamber's wall surface was showing a clear image. It was divided into a dozen grids, showing the distant battlefield, the Deep Blue Well barrier, the stubborn Ironmen Army, and the underground tunnels.
Footsteps came from the side. Rayna did not look back. She heard the voice behind her. "It has begun to absorb energy and began to use the energy to open the 'fissure' according to our instructions."
"The control node is also working as usual. The barrier between the domains is gradually weakening," Rayna said softly. "Soon … the end of this stupid reincarnation is coming …"
"Unfortunately, all of this did not go exactly according to the initial plan. There are many variables in the middle." Firna's tone seemed to be a little regretful, but the smile on her face did not change. "In our original plan, all of this could have ended faster and more thoroughly."
"But now it has an interesting process." Rayna narrowed her eyes slightly as if she was feeling something. "Do you feel it? Those burning wills … The mortal army has already surrounded the entire battlefield. They are attacking us fiercely from all directions. A weak, scattered, and fickle race is now erupting with astonishing power. We have never seen this before … have we? "
"Yes, an interesting process," Firna said softly. "The weak race deep in the vortex of fate is trying to control the vortex itself. I almost expect them to succeed this time."
Rayna did not speak. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly looked up. Her eyes seemed to be looking at something in the distance through the thick biological tissue and the vast battlefield. "Do you feel it?"
"I feel it. 'He' is here." Firna's smile grew wider, and even her tone seemed to be really happy. "Our good neighbor and good 'brother'. Interesting, he actually came with his mortal body in person …"
Rayna also laughed. She and Firna said in unison, "For 1.8 million years, we are so close to each other for the first time …"
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In the command center of the northern front of the Alliance, Gwen suddenly looked in the direction of the Deep Blue Well.
All he saw was a tactical map hanging on the wall. Four bright red arrows on the map were pointing to the Deep Blue Well in the center of the wasteland.
"What's wrong with you?" Amber's voice came from the side. It sounded like she was startled by Gwen's sudden reaction. "What happened all of a sudden …"
"I'm fine." Gwen exhaled, turned his head, and refocused his attention on the holographic sand table on the tactical table in front of him. He nodded gently to Philip on the other side. "Let's continue. We are only one step away from the Deep Blue Well, but this step is not easy to take … The 'creeping disaster' is between us and the Deep Blue Well, and it seems that it … or the 'sentinel' behind it has noticed our existence."
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