Eastern Region, White Sand Region.
The storm finally stopped. The apocalyptic darkness and rain, as well as the deep-sea creatures that emerged in the rain, had left.
At the end of the "meal", the dark cloud vortex in the sky opened up a huge crack, and there were sparkling waves in the crack like an upside-down ocean. The deep-sea allies returned to their territory through the crack. They took away most of the remains of the giant deer, leaving only some "bones" on the scene.
The bones now lay quietly thousands of meters away from the Iron Throne, lying between the White Sand Hills and the White Water River. It used to be a flat open land, but now there was a huge deep pit. The deep pit was full of shattered rocks and lifeless soil, as if a piece of it had been dug out.
Maryland led a group of officers and soldiers to the edge of the deep pit. Looking at the twisted bone fragments and some residual flesh at the bottom of the pit, the commander could not help but feel emotional.
A powerful "Man-made God" with a certain amount of God's power had died just like that.
Died in a sumptuous feast.
A rustling sound came from the side. Maryland turned his head and saw the siren lady who was temporarily staying in Cecil. Tyre was hiding somewhere before this and only showed up after the dust had settled.
"Did you really … eat it?" Maryland could not help but ask.
"Actually, not all of it is for eating …" Tyre scratched his head, but suddenly felt that it was troublesome to explain it clearly. He waved his hand and said, "But there is nothing wrong with your understanding. Anyway, they will definitely have a big meal when they get back."
What a terrifying race.
Maryland thought with a hint of awe in his heart. At the same time, he could not help but look at the huge deep pit.
Not only was their strength terrifying, but their teeth and appetite were also terrifying.
"It's really amazing. You actually gnawed such a big pit out of the ground …"
Tyre was stunned when he heard that. He quickly reacted and waved his hand. "This pit is not gnawed out. The magic reaction is too strong, and when the warp field pulled people back, it created this pit …"
Maryland's face was full of awkwardness. As a noble, he felt that he had been rude and hurriedly apologized, "Ah, I've offended you."
"It's okay. It's normal to have some misunderstandings between different races. We sirens always suspect that living in dry places will affect your intelligence …" Tyre waved his hand casually. "Let's not talk about this anymore. The energy surge in this place has subsided. When do you plan to start studying the remains?"
She pointed at the "broken bones" left at the bottom of the pit after the siren expeditionary army retreated. Although they were all broken bones that had lost their vitality, their value was still immeasurable. For any researcher, those bones and flesh were a huge fortune.
"The news has been sent back to the South, and soon there will be professionals here to take over," Maryland said. At the same time, she was a little curious. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I just wanted to say that if you guys don't start the research soon, I plan to go down and have a bite or two …" Tyre said matter-of-factly. "I've been responsible for maintaining the guidance beacon, so I didn't make it in time for the sisters' gathering …"
Maryland was speechless.
This noble commander had dealt with all kinds of people in his life, but he really did not think that it would be so difficult to deal with the sirens!
This race could easily open their mouths and make any knowledgeable and farsighted person speechless. How did Duke Cecil manage to establish a connection with this group of deep-sea alien races? "Roland thought to himself. Roland wondered how Duke Cecil managed to establish a connection with this group of deep-sea alien races.
After thinking for a long time, Maryland finally came up with a suitable excuse. "This … I'm sorry, Miss Tyr. I'm afraid I'll have to report this to my superiors. After all, these remains are now experimental samples and spoils of war."
Tyre's face was full of regret. "Sigh, I knew it would be like this. Why is it so difficult to be a siren? A bunch of people stop me from eating a biscuit … "
Maryland was speechless.
…
It was all over.
The news of the victory on the eastern front had spread to the south at once, and within a few hours, through the newspapers and the broadcast of the magic net to the people.
Even though the officials had yet to announce the details of the truth, and had yet to hold a formal celebration, a joyous atmosphere had already started to spread throughout Cecil City.
Although there was still a large area of deserted land in the east of the Holy Spirit Plains, and although there was no telling when another crisis would erupt in the Typhon Empire, at least at this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
At the edge of the main city's industrial zone, a magic-powered train that was going to the east was parked beside the platform. A holographic barrier representing the waiting status rose from both sides of the tracks, blocking the train and the platform. Inside the barrier, the brand new train carriage was painted with Cecil's emblem and numerical markings, and the surface of the repulsor arranged along the body of the train was glowing with light blue runes. Outside the barrier, the people who were preparing to board the train were gathered at the platform, lining up under the command of the manager as they waited for the barrier to open.
A portion of the people waiting to board the train were Cecil soldiers in uniform or armor. They were preparing to follow the train to the Eastern Region to maintain order and strengthen the border defense line. A portion of them were commoners dressed in ordinary clothing. Some of them were heading to the Galen area, while others were heading to the White Sand mine. Some of them were employees of factories or government offices, while others were doing business in these areas.
Although a few experimental railway lines had been put into operation, it was still a short time after all. On the one hand, the ticket price was still expensive, and on the other hand, many ordinary people did not have a rigid demand for long-distance travel in a short period of time. Therefore, the people who could and were willing to board the magic-powered train were still a small part of the crowd. They were usually employees of the government office with a mission, or businessmen with higher economic strength.
Most of these people were wearing short jackets or "simple" dresses, which had become popular recently. They carried small suitcases of similar style in their hands. The ladies usually wore a sunhat with a veil, while the men carried a black or dark brown umbrella.
These were all new gadgets that had recently become popular in Cecil City. The price was neither too high nor too low, and everyone could afford them. When people suddenly realized that with the extra money they had on hand, they could purchase items that were not essential to their daily lives, but could make them more comfortable and convenient. Thus, these "new gadgets" quickly became the tools that a portion of Cecil City's citizens used to "decorate" themselves. In a sense, these gadgets were even used by some new citizens to send signals to the outside world.
I've eaten my fill, and I still have the energy to live a decent life.
In addition to these clothes and daily necessities, almost everyone would bring an extra newspaper or magazine to relieve the boredom during the journey. At the same time, in the rest area of the station and on the train, discussing the contents of the newspaper with their neighbors was also a sign of "keeping up with the trend" and "being knowledgeable and educated."
Of course, not everyone would pursue such a "sign of decency."
Many new immigrants who had just eaten their fill and had just gotten out of poverty could not change their mentality in a short period of time. They were more willing to save money and food to preserve the "hunger anxiety" during the difficult times. But at least, among the people who had some economic strength and were closer to the "citizen class" in the old era, these "signs" were very meaningful. And it was these people who, through their own way of accepting and using new things, were gradually shaping the "Cecil style" of society. Apart from the old nobles, serfs, and free people, they were creating a new group of "Cecil citizens."
People were discussing the contents of the newspaper and the victory on the Eastern Front. Currently, there was no more detailed news, and the latest issue of the newspaper only had a brief announcement: "The most powerful evil creation of the Everythings Finality has been destroyed, and the Plains of the Holy Spirit has entered the final stage of cleansing." But even with such a simple sentence, it was enough to relax the tense hearts of the people, and they began to talk about the victory with a relaxed and proud tone.
At the corner of the platform, Pitman, who was wearing a black robe, was instructing a few new apprentices to move a few large boxes of luggage onto the luggage cart. He looked at the joyous faces of the people around him and whispered to Kamel beside him, "To be honest, when I first found out what those lunatics from the Everythings Finality had created, I was thinking about running away."
Kamel had been in contact with Pitman for quite some time, and his judgment of the old man was quite accurate. He casually replied, "I don't believe you."
"Hey, how can you be so sure …"
"With your personality, when you really think about running away, you'll be on your way."
"… Talking to you is getting more and more boring."
Pitman waved his hand, and Kamel curiously sized up the old Druil's clothes. "Speaking of which, you're always wearing this old-fashioned robe, don't you want to try the trendy simple coat or short trench coat? I heard it's not bad, and more practical and comfortable than the old-fashioned clothes. "
"I'm used to this." Pitman rolled his eyes, and glanced at the pile of runic armor plates on Kamel's body. "Wait till you figure out a way to replace these plates, then we can talk about the trendy clothes."
A strange buzzing sound came from Kamel's body, as if to express his helplessness, and almost at the same time, a loud bell rang on the platform.
"The train is ready." Pitman looked up at the magic train not far away, and saw that the barriers at the edge of the platform were disappearing one by one, he turned around and waved his hand. "I have to go. Let's see what that bunch of lunatics from the Apocalypse Society have come up with. You say, Cecil's influence is not small now, and he has recruited quite a number of Druil, but why do I feel like I have to do everything myself, and my salary should be increased … "
The old Druil grumbled, as if he was full of resentment, but he quickly led a few of his apprentices to the train not far away. He was ordered to go to the White Sand Hills, and investigate the remnants of the 'Manmade God' after his death. As the most senior Druil in the fief, and the only expert who knew the secrets of the Apocalypse Society, he could not avoid this mission.
Kamel, who came to see him off, watched as Pitman got on the train, and watched as the passengers on the platform entered the carriage in batches.
Then, the massive arcanotech machine began to hum, the power spine charged, the runes lit up, and the train slowly accelerated on the track, moving into the distance.
Not far away, on the streets and a few open spaces outside the platform, a few groups of children who came to watch the fun ran after the train, and they exclaimed on the other side of the barrier. Some passersby on the road also stopped, some waved at the train, and some carefully looked at the advanced machine as it moved.
The emergence of the arcanotech industry had finally begun to change the details of life, culture, and social order of this world.
"The arcanotech industry huh …" Kamel muttered to himself, the light on his body slowly flashing. "Looks like this is a good path …"
An arc of electricity swept across his body, illuminating the runic armor plate on his chest. On the ancient metal plate, the emblem of the ancient Kingdom of Gondor could be seen mottled.
"Looks like I can really see the day when humanity returns to its glory … Your Highness Ophelia, I hope you have also waited until now to see this day."
This new arcanotech industry might not be able to catch up to the Kingdom of Gondor now, but one day it would catch up, or even surpass it.
Kamel, who had experienced the most glorious era of humanity and witnessed the most advanced society, was looking forward to the arrival of that day.
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