The medics from the mothership descended from the sky and began to carry medical equipment for the group of reckless girls who were poisoned to have their stomachs pumped or given medicine. Along the small square of the Wise Man's Trail, they stopped a row of medical pods. The group of monsters with the biggest appetites were now lying inside. The energetic Marisa and Ibuki Suika, who was used to drinking and eating large chunks of meat, were sleeping soundly inside. The former's body was glowing blue due to radiation poisoning, while the latter's large horns had turned green due to heavy metal poisoning. Rhododendron Spp. crawled into the medical pod by itself. A bunch of large tails were dragging listlessly on the ground. The ground was covered with fox fur that fell less than 20 meters away. When Wenwen collapsed, she was still holding her camera. The suspicious little notebook in her hand recorded a shocking case of mass poisoning. Youyouzi was miraculously healthy. After eating a few hundred kilograms of roasted meat with excessive arsenic, she did not even pant. This was because her respiratory system had stopped working a long time ago.
Demondream was one of the luckier ones among the group. She abided by the orthodox creed of "Followers should only eat after their masters". This little girl was lucky enough to avoid the food poisoning crisis and became one of the last one-third of the creatures in the fantasy land who could still walk upright. Now she was helping the medics to give medicine to Demondream. The medics rolled their eyes as they tried to confirm how much the medicine could be reimbursed. They announced that if the medicine could not be reimbursed, they might as well just die.
In the corner of the square sat a pair of unique fellows. While most of the people were suffering from food poisoning, they continued to roast meat fearlessly. Furthermore, no one around them tried to stop them. As for the reason … Hui Ye of Mount Penglai and Meihong Fujiwara, these two immortals seemed to have started to compete with each other. Heavy metal poisoning, radiation poisoning, arsenic poisoning, acid poisoning, alkali poisoning, sulfide poisoning, and cyanide poisoning intertwined with each other, causing their faces to change color continuously. One moment, their faces would turn yellow, the next, green, and the next, they would glow. However, no matter how much they were poisoned, they could not die. The only troublesome thing was that these two young and beautiful girls were torturing their faces until they looked like delicacies on a plate.
Apart from a few immortals, basically everyone who had just eaten was clutching their stomachs in pain. However, after a round of scanning, I found a miraculous little person. Not only was Elune alive and kicking, she was also jumping around asking what was going on. At first, I thought that it was the unique life form of an ice fairy that allowed her to resist the poison. However, this was the truth:
Everyone still remembers the process of Elune roasting, right? First, she roasted the food, then froze it into a large ice ball, then sprinkled seasoning on it.
Thus, the problem arose. When this idiot froze the ice ball, she forgot to put the roasted meat in it.
After eating more than half a catty of cumin-flavored ice cream, Elune expressed that she was now very healthy. However, there was one thing she could not understand. Why did the roasted meat in Atlantis have no taste at all …
That was why, having a low IQ was a blessing.
Looking at the chaotic scene in the square, even Yagumzi was dumbfounded. Powerful monsters could collectively get food poisoning. This was a situation that Yagumzi, who had never been to the poison department of the Imperial Army Military Academy, couldn't understand. Now, our Fantasy Country CEO deeply regretted one thing: She really shouldn't have trusted the group of Armored Scorpions that didn't have good brains and the Ravens that didn't have any biological knowledge. She finally remembered that the two of them didn't even have the concept of "digestion". They solved their food directly with the reactor.
Thus, the forever seventeen-year-old Yagumzi was now very depressed — even though she was not poisoned.
I was even more depressed than her — even though I wasn't poisoned either.
This group of undisciplined, unorganized, and lawless monsters that made people worry. When they first arrived at the high orbit, they were clearly exhausted to death and looked as if they were about to die. Unexpectedly, after a short while, they came down to fight little monsters, and they were even better at fighting little monsters. After they unhesitatingly killed the little monsters of two reinforced battalions and our established military deployment, they actually used the corpses of their enemies (even though they were little monsters with no human rights) on the battlefield to have a barbecue party. Not only that, they also collectively got food poisoning! Do you think that they came down to help or to destroy the place?
After taking stock of the "reinforcements" of Fantasy Country that had drugged her, Yagumzi sadly discovered that there were only about thirty creatures left who could walk upright, and this included idiots like Elune who could only be counted as numbers. My original grand plan of a grand operation had died in less than ten minutes.
I could only pat her shoulder comfortingly and said earnestly, "It's really scary to be uneducated."
She nodded and asked for a copy of "High School Chemistry" from a passing raven before jumping back into the gap to study by herself.
"Those monsters that are in good condition and are willing to continue fighting can follow us, but you have to listen to the armored … Raven … Alright, listen to the command of the leader bee." I leaped onto the carapace of a scorpion sister and shouted loudly. The thirty over Fantasy Country girls who hadn't eaten any meat nodded obediently this time. "Let me first point out a few things: Demondream and Wenwen, don't recklessly engage in close combat with the monsters. That's Sixteen Night over there, right? Look after your First and Second Misses, don't let them go and suck blood! Elune, your fighting is really not good enough, so just continue to provide everyone with ice cream at the back of the group, no cumin flavored ones! Those two over there! I'm talking to you guys! Little Hui Ye and Red, stop eating, your fingernails are turning green. Listen to me carefully, I have to bring all of you back in one piece … "
After a series of explanations that made my mouth dry, I managed to make the female monsters understand that this battle wasn't a game. Although an "outsider" was giving them orders made many of them grumble, at the very least, these fellows should be more serious. I still had to listen to Yagumzi. After all, they were enemies of Fantasy Country, and it wouldn't be appropriate to force them to stay on the mothership.
However, there were a few Ravens who had some objections. Earlier, when I was assigning command, I had tossed them together with the armored scorpion, which made these magical girls rather dissatisfied. However, I had no other choice. The scorpion was straightforward, and it was already hard enough for them to command themselves, while the Ravens were too jumpy. If they followed their fighting style, it was likely that not a single one of the Fantasy Country troops would be able to return. Thus, after eliminating all of them, only the Leader Bee was more reliable. At the very least, Ola's battle strategy wouldn't be as bad as Vega's "charge, kill them, then return" strategy.
At this moment, Sandora came to my side. Earlier, she had left by herself to personally deal with all the enemies in another street, the "Saint's Path". There were close to a thousand mutated monsters there that had been brainwashed by Her Majesty the Queen, and they were currently wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves as they slaughtered their former comrades in the Hero's Path. Considering how the enemies under Sandora's mind control fought without any regard for their own lives, it could be assumed that the Hero's Path had also fallen under the control of the Imperial Army. So far, in less than an hour since the Imperial Army had landed, all the gateways to the city center of Atlantis had fallen into our hands.
Due to the simple and orderly design at the beginning of its establishment, the city of Atlantis was in the shape of a symmetrical pancake. Mount Olympus occupied a fan-shaped area at a forty-five-degree angle, and the rest of the city was divided into three rings from the inside to the outside. The outermost civilian area was under the control of the city guards and only needed some medical support. The central city was the main part of this ancient city. Most of the "Servants of God" lived there, and a large number of self-recycling factories and urban functional facilities were also distributed in the central city. Now, it was the most intense battlefield, and the four streets of Elder, Sage, and Hero were the gateways to this battlefield. If we occupied these four streets, we could quickly recapture the surrounding war factories and the city defense system. Although there were some damages in those places, most of them had stopped operating because of the energy system failure. As long as we dealt with it urgently, Atlantis' psionic purification system could once again play its role, suppress the star ring fragment that was deeply embedded in Mount Olympus, and then use a layer of psionic network to isolate it from the city.
Only by suppressing and isolating that thing could our troops safely remove it and then throw it into the void for harmless treatment. Otherwise, the abyssal energy of the star ring fragment would cause it to almost become one with Atlantis. If we rashly sent a salvage ship to pull it out …
You can imagine the consequences of pulling out a poisonous arrow with seventy to eighty barbs from its flesh. Hiss, it hurts just thinking about it.
After Olga dealt with the mutated monsters that were wandering around the corners of the streets, she also came to this street square. I called her over and acted as a temporary holographic projector. Her almost omnipotent crystal wings formed a hexagonal ring, and above the ring was an accurate map of Atlantis.
It could be seen that the outer city was in a completely controlled blue state. The central city, including the four streets and a few small battlefields were also blue, while the remaining areas were all in red. Our ground troops and the city guards of Atlantis had formed a temporary alliance to fight for the vital facilities of the city. Stronger abyssal monsters were occupying those places. They possessed strength comparable to Schilling's soldiers and had all sorts of offensive skills, causing a lot of trouble for our troops. However, as more and more armored scorpions and ravens joined the battle, the scales of victory would tilt towards our side sooner or later.
The situation in the inner city wasn't looking too good. It was directly adjacent to Mount Olympus, and the point of impact happened to be in that direction. It could be said that it had hit the jackpot of this disaster. The marked color of the inner city was pitch-black, which meant that the abyssal energy was still firmly occupying the core area of the city. The most important temples, which were also the control bases of Atlantis, were concentrated there. After such a long time, coupled with the fact that Schilling's mainframe didn't respond to our calls, it could be assumed that the control bases had already fallen.
Before we completely regained control of the city, Sandora and I didn't intend to rashly send our troops into that godforsaken place.
After discovering that the abyssal energy contained in this fragment of the star ring was more than expected, I ordered the activation of the angel feathers that two special agents had risked their lives to place near the point of impact in advance to prevent the city from collapsing due to the abyssal will. Alaya's holy energy had played its intended role. It temporarily put the fragment of the star ring into a dormant state, but as the abyssal aura gradually thickened, the special agents didn't have the chance to go in and place the feathers anymore.
Besides, Alaya probably wouldn't let me do it either. A while ago, Big Sis made a pillow for Little Bubble, and the angel sister still hadn't recovered from it.
"Zeus is now at this location." Sandora pointed at the peak of Mount Olympus on the holographic map. "After the impact, he led his servants to defend the main temple of Mount Olympus, and he hasn't retreated until now — because he can't come down. The abyssal power has shrouded the entire Sacred Mountain, especially blocking the air routes. The assault ships are already on standby, waiting for the ground troops to advance to the barrier of the Sacred Mountain before launching a coordinated attack. There have been several high-intensity lightning strikes from the top of the Sacred Mountain, which means that at least Zeus is still fighting, but it's hard to say for his servants. "
"I hope he can hold on a little longer. After all, he is the strongest warrior created by those scientists back then," I said. "Vega has just proposed her attack plan in the command link. She wants to lead a group of elite armored scorpions to attack from the 'Dawn Terrace,' cut across the 'Ancestral Corridor,' and finally cut all the way to the point of impact. I think this is a very short route. Perhaps the armored scorpions, who are good at attacking, can really do it."
Sandora looked at the map and shook her head decisively. "Absolutely not — she is completely following the shortest route between the two points. I can't let her tear down this precious Empire heritage just to save two kilometers of gas. "
At that moment, I agreed with her.
How should I put it? Plans can never keep up with changes. Just as Sandora and I were seriously discussing how to quickly occupy the middle city without detonating the Gate of the Abyss, a series of metal scraping sounds interrupted our conversation. A short-haired armored scorpion ran into the small square with its six legs. "Reporting, Sir! There's an accident at the frontline! A high-level Atlantean warrior has been controlled by the Abyss! "
Sandora and I exchanged glances. "Who is it?"
"Hades! Before this, he defended the Dawn Terrace for three days and three nights and was besieged there. When we broke through the enemy's encirclement, he had already gone mad. Now, he is on the verge of being completely corrupted. Sir Vega hopes that you can give a clear instruction: rescue or purification? "
I thought for a while. Veigar had sent a messenger to report the situation instead of directly asking for orders through the chain of command. This meant that she actually hoped to rescue the soldier. Sister Scorpion cherished brave soldiers very much. Furthermore, Hades was one of the strongest and most prestigious Atlantean Gods. No matter what, she couldn't just watch as he was sacrificed.
This time, before I could open my mouth, Sandora said resolutely, "Bring us over. I hope that Hades can still be saved."
After saying that, the swift and decisive Her Majesty the Queen pulled me up the armored scorpion's carapace. In the end, I instantly slipped and almost flew out horizontally.
"Why is your back so slippery?" I asked curiously as I stabilized my body with great difficulty. Furthermore, after careful observation, I noticed something else. Although there was a bloody smell on the armored scorpion's body, there wasn't a single trace of blood on the armored scorpion's carapace!
Hearing that, the short-haired armored scorpion girl immediately revealed a bashful smile. She embarrassedly scratched her face and said, "I went to the 4S shop to get waxed before we set off …"
This time, I really slipped.
Since they usually acted like steel warriors who didn't belong to the mortal world, the leisure life of the empire's soldiers had always been a mystery to me. What did the armored scorpions do when they weren't on a mission? What extracurricular activities did Raven like? Did Soldier Schilling have any hobbies? These were all things that I was curious about. As time passed, I had already grasped many of the soldiers' leisure hobbies. For example, the mass-produced Schilling mainframe would sneak out to buy candy. For example, many of the Empire soldiers had thrown themselves into the encirclement and suppression activities between the Sicaros and the Town Security. And now, I had a new discovery: Some armored scorpions would wax their carapace when they had nothing to do.
I was wondering why there were so many 4S shops popping up in the Shadow City like mushrooms after a spring rain. It turned out that they were the beauty department that specialized in serving the scorpion soldiers. Did the armored scorpions use waxing and polishing their carapace as some kind of makeup?
With all these messy thoughts in my mind, we soon arrived at the line of fire near the Dawn Terrace. Vega had just led his soldiers to suppress the area. Now, the armored scorpions formed an arc-shaped defense line along the ancient stone paved street. They used the laser cannons on their tails to fire non-lethal shots at the enemy (only for the Atlantean super warriors. Good children who still had hope in life shouldn't believe that the armored scorpions had anything non-lethal on them). A flock of ravens flew around in the air. The arcane arrows in their hands rained down as if they were free, repelling the group of monsters coming from the other end of the Dawn Terrace. The leader bee was busy resurrecting the soldiers. In the sudden clash just now, several soldiers had unfortunately died. Fortunately, the bees were here. They were about to resurrect on the spot, although not in full condition.
The other soldiers on the defense line were the Atlantean warriors. These super mutants were comparable to the elite Empire soldiers. After fighting side by side with the "God" again, they exploded with astonishing combat power. Even Vega was full of praises for them. There were still many strange energy reactions in the surrounding air. These energy didn't belong to psionic energy or magic. It should be the aftermath of their battle.
"Hah!"
Amidst the continuous shots of the scorpions, the enemies on the Dawn Terrace let out an angry howl. The deafening sound made Sandora and my ears go numb. We couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound. In the end, I was shocked.
"… What the heck. Don't tell me that the Atlanteans ranked their Gods based on who had the highest number of points?"
With just a glance, I exclaimed in shock.
The Dawn Terrace was a circular rooftop paved with hard synthetic "rocks." The surroundings were decorated with a large number of stone pillars and round mirrors, indicating that this was a place used for religious rituals. It was a few meters above the ground and its main body was less than half a meter thick. It was only supported by the two ends of the platform to float in the air. Below it, there was a deep pit that was slightly larger than the diameter of the terrace. It should be an energy maintenance pipe because the sign beside it said that non-maintenance personnel were not allowed to enter. On one side of the balcony was the Path of the Heroes, which we had already occupied. On the other side of the balcony was the territory of the monsters. The famous "Death God, Lord of Hell, Ruler of the Underworld", Hades, was standing guard at the throat of the Path of the Heroes. He was a giant who wore a cloak, had raging black hair, and wielded a scythe. More importantly, when he stood up straight, he was at least ten meters tall.
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