It was a spectacular and bizarre scene, a scene that would be listed as a taboo chapter in any epic myth or disaster story because of its impact. It bloomed over the Tarash Plains, and at least hundreds of thousands of people witnessed the soul-shuddering scene — a deformed god that had lost control, a monster that was pieced together from a large number of shapeless pieces of flesh and countless twisted limbs. It rushed into the real world from a blasphemous and evil crack, but only half of its body came out.
Its body seemed to have been cut in half by some terrible force, and it seemed that the existence behind it had dealt a fatal blow while it was struggling. The half of the deity's body flew out of the crack under the force of inertia and rushed southeast of the Deep Blue Well like a falling meteor, scattering tons of filthy flesh and a large number of unknown fragments along the way. With an earth-shattering impact, the deity finally fell into a wasteland north of Typhon's frontline base and continued to roll on the rolling ground, dragging out a terrifying trench that was several kilometers long.
And from the moment the terrifying ancient god flew out to its final fall, the fragments it threw out left a trail of blood that was dozens of kilometers long in the north of the Tarash Plains. The blood trail extended from the edge of the Creeping Calamity's corpse, like a festering ulcer that had erupted.
Several gigantic figures swept across the bottom of the clouds. Coretta dared to lower her altitude, and the scene on the ground was reflected in her dark golden eyes. She saw the ravines on the ground, and the debris splashed down by the 'Reverse Tide' was like burning sulfur. The rocks and soil were steaming as if they had encountered strong acid. The flowing dirty blood had almost completely changed the terrain of the dozens of kilometers around. It connected with the several-kilometer-long trench created by the fall of the god's body, forming a deeper and deeper canyon.
But the terrible process of destruction had ended. When the dragons came closer to investigate, the filthy blood and debris had gradually cooled, and the process of corrosion and assimilation had quickly stopped. It seemed that the brief but rapid destruction was the last echo of the 'tide's fall. Finally, Coretta saw the deity's corpse at the end of the trench, which had been buried by a large number of rocks and soil.
It was motionless. Clearly, it had completely lost its vitality. The "blood" that was rapidly losing its power and uniqueness formed a puddle around it. The twisted limbs were soaked in its own blood. On the shocking fracture on the main body of the god's corpse, there seemed to be some grayish-white light flashing past.
"… This is the Tarlonde Expeditionary Force. We have arrived at the crash site of the 'tide'," Coretta said in a low voice as she turned on the comms. "The target … has stopped moving. The energy reaction of its debris is rapidly fading. No divine contamination detected. It is confirmed to be dead. At least … the 'half' that entered the material world is dead."
"This is the Alliance HQ. Thank you for your hard work." Gwen's voice came from the comms. "Continue to be vigilant. Do not rashly come into close contact with the target. Set up a perimeter at the crash site and wait for the experts of the Theocratic Council to intervene."
…
After the comms ended, Gwen's eyes were still looking at the direction where the 'tide' had fallen. Although he had seen everything happen with his own eyes, he still felt that it was unreal. The development of the situation was completely out of his expectations. There was no such thing in all the plans, and this made Gwen, who was used to being prepared for everything, very uncomfortable. But one thing was certain — the terrible crisis created by the sentinels had been eliminated.
As for who gave the fatal blow to the tide at the last moment, Gwen of course had the answer in his heart.
He sighed softly and turned to look at Amber. "It seems that the Mistress of the Night …"
He stopped abruptly. There was no one beside him, and there was no sign of Amber.
But Gwen was a hundred percent sure that Amber was standing there just now, side by side with him! Even if she had an extraordinary talent in shadow, she had never disappeared from his perception like this. When did she leave?!
Gwen felt that something was wrong. But just as he was about to call for help, Amber's presence suddenly appeared again. Her voice came from the other side of Gwen, with her usual boisterous voice. "Damn it … What happened just now? Could it be that he had used too much strength when he was trying to go against the tide and broke himself? How can it be like this? "
Gawain turned around abruptly and saw Amber standing there, staring out the window and yelling. He looked so natural that it was as if he had been standing there since the beginning.
"Eh? Why are you looking at me? " Amber, of course, noticed the look in Gawain's eyes. He immediately took half a step back and said, "I didn't do anything wrong. I was just sighing. Besides, aren't you surprised to see an ancient god suddenly die in such a fragmented state?"
"That's not the problem." Gwen frowned. He was very sure that Amber's presence had disappeared for a moment, but now she appeared in front of him, and there was nothing wrong with her presence and words. This made him even more concerned. "Have you been standing here all this time? You didn't suddenly leave? "
"Me? Suddenly leave? Are you so tense that you blacked out? " Amber's eyes widened. "Of course I've been standing here all this time. And just now I was listening to you and the other two discussing how to fight against the tide, and then that thing came out of the crack and died along the way. I just stood in front of the window with you and watched … Don't scare me, I'm telling you …"
Hearing this, even Gwen began to wonder if he was hallucinating. Amber's description was exactly right, and her expression was obviously not fake. But that moment of strangeness still left a deep doubt in Gwen's heart. But just as he was about to verify something, a voice suddenly came from the communicator and interrupted him. "This is the 'tower'. Wall synchronization is complete."
…
The roar of the chaotic monsters was endless like a nightmare. The magic energy in the air burned the nerves and minds of the mages, and the rune nodes that the warriors were in charge of controlling had overheated on a large scale. Marianu clenched her officer's sword, which was only equivalent to an ornament under most circumstances, but now it was stained with blood. In order to defend this fortress, she and her soldiers had to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the aberrations that broke through the blockade six times in a row.
The young female Knight leaned on the sword with both hands, standing behind the defensive wall of the watchtower and looking at the defensive line. The large and small injuries all over her body and the dizziness caused by excessive exhaustion tested her will. She put all her attention on the battlefield in front of her, trying not to think about those things that were not her concern.
The creeping disaster that was like the end of the world, the mysterious steel warships that descended on the battlefield, the nightmarish ancient gods … These things that were far beyond the power of mortals came and went on the battlefield, and the fate of the whole world seemed to be placed on the edge of a blade, struggling to maintain itself in the confrontation of destructive forces.
And she, a small noble of the Typhon, a grassroots officer who had just set foot on the battlefield, a Knight, was just the smallest splash in the waves.
Millions of mortal soldiers, each one of them was such a tiny splash. The destructive forces had the same strength to fight against them, and mortals also had their own battlefield to face. The sky and the stars were overflowing with fire, and the waves on the earth never stopped. Countless people like Marianu and her soldiers fought, were wounded, or died on this land.
The empire needed every one of her people to fulfill their responsibilities — and civilization also needed every one of her individuals to carry the weight and move forward.
The rumbling tremors spread from the distance again, and Marianu clenched the long sword in her hand again. She didn't know if this temporary fortress could withstand the next round of impact, just as she didn't know if she would have a chance to return to her hometown and tell Dana, Carrie, and the others about her experience on the battlefield. But she knew that as long as everyone persisted here to the end, there would always be someone who could go back alive to tell the future generations about what happened here.
But the next second, an invisible force that suddenly swept across the entire plain interrupted Marianu's action. This force, like a gust of wind, suddenly blew away the oppressive feeling that was entrenched in everyone's body due to the abnormal magic environment. Suddenly, Marianu felt that the originally chaotic magic around her suddenly had order, and the monstrous malice and hostility that permeated the Tarash Plain dissipated like snow.
She heard a shout coming from not far away. Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw the soldiers in front of the defense line cheering. She looked further and saw smoke rising from the deformed monsters that were constantly swarming over the scorched and scorching land. Like the souls of the dead under the scorching sun, these monsters that had been entrenched in this wasteland for seven centuries began to dissipate into thin air. Some force that had supported their existence for a long time had disintegrated, and the boundary between reality and illusion was quickly returning to its original position. These distorted creatures that wandered between the boundary of nightmare and reality disappeared in the wasteland, and even the chimeras cultivated by the dark priests fell dead on the spot.
Obviously, although the chimeras were not deformed, their activities were highly dependent on the environment in the wasteland.
Marianu blinked. For a moment, she did not understand what was going on, but soon she heard the cold and steady voice of General Andesha Wendell from the communication crystal on her waist. "The blocking wall has closed. All troops stay alert and wait for further instructions."
The blocking wall closed.
Marianu looked up instinctively, and the next second, she saw a spectacular scene that she would remember for the rest of her life.
Brilliant pillars of light rose from the dark plain and spread into the distance. Then, the pillars of light pierced the clouds, and a vast, shockwave-like energy suddenly burst and spread over the Deep Blue Well. This force grew rapidly, and a crack appeared in the thick, dirty clouds above the Tarash Plain. Then the crack expanded rapidly and finally dispersed the entire cloud.
The polluting high-energy clouds retreated, revealing the clear and bright sky behind them. The giant sun had gradually set in the west, and golden light shone on the devastated land. Under the sun, the last deformed creatures dissipated like phantoms. The smoke and dust on the ground were dyed golden red in the sun. All the blood, corpses, swords, fortresses, the lucky ones, the victors, and the ancient Deep Blue Well were equally bathed in the sun.
Marianu seemed to be fascinated. She looked up at the sky that she thought she would never see again under the setting sun for a long time. Then, she saw something else appear in her vision.
It was a "meteor" — they flew from a very high place, burning brightly and falling in the atmosphere. Countless fragments were wrapped in flames and smoke, and it looked like a rain of fire.
Under the golden red setting sun, the burning rain of fire scattered in the sky. Most of it seemed to have been burned out halfway, but there was still a large amount of remnant matter that continued to burn and fall to various parts of the wasteland. And as time went by, these falling objects from the sky became denser and denser, and reached the peak in a few minutes.
Millions of pairs of eyes across the Tarash Plains witnessed this spectacular scene.
In the eastern part of the Tarash Plain, Andesha Wendell retracted her gaze from the sky and looked at the communication crystal beside her. Above the delicate and expensive magic device floated the magical projection of Rosetta Augustus.
Through the crystal, Rosetta Augustus, who was far away in Oldenheim, could understand everything that happened on the battlefield.
"Did you see those falling objects?" Andesha asked respectfully. "They … seem to have fallen from the atmosphere."
"Can you determine the approximate direction and range of the falling objects?"
"They are in all directions, and the scale is huge. I'm afraid the entire wasteland is covered by them."
"… What's the movement of our allies?"
"Just now, I saw many dragon riders taking off from Cecil's direction, chasing the 'meteors' to the north. I'm not sure about the situation on Augori's side." Andesha's expression was serious. "The Great Eagle Knight and the elves' flying boats also took off from the south."
She paused for a moment and added, "I've also sent some Griffin Knight and scouting mages."
"Very good." Rosetta nodded gently. "Track the 'meteors' falling to the east, but don't touch them rashly after finding the falling point. Mark and monitor them, and wait for … Cecil's advice."
Andesha bowed her head and accepted the order. Then she could not help but ask, "Your Majesty, those 'meteors' are …"
"They're sentinels," Rosetta said calmly. "They're the sentinels that were destroyed by Gwen Cecil."
Andesha took a deep breath. It was an expected answer, but still a touching one.
The communication was cut off.
The wind with the smell of smoke came from afar, mixed with the thick smell of blood.
The young Wolf General looked up. The falling 'meteor shower' in the sky had gradually become sparse, and under the clear sky, the Tarash Plains had fallen into a strange … tranquility.
There were still many problems waiting to be solved. The remains of the fallen sentinels, the corpse of the 'Reverse Tide' god still lying on the ground, a certain god hiding behind the scenes, the economic recovery of the countries after the war, and the reorganization of the order … Just thinking about it gave Andesha a headache.
But at least at this moment, the world had survived and could take a breather.
(End of Chapter)
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