MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 883 Come out!

The sky is rust-colored, and the strange celestial phenomenon formed by the battle of the elements distorts the appearance of everything. The blood-like sunlight splashes on the earth, and the earth is also stained with blood-like red.

At this time, only an hour had passed since the coronal gun fired, so that the beautiful traces left by the high-energy light flow on the earth were still fresh, and the glass that was not completely solidified was still slowly spreading like magma.

They were originally pure and beautiful, and there was no essential difference from the crystal clear daily necessities produced in the factory, but now they are different... Because the crystal clear fluid is doped with blood.

Fresh, hot, dirty, stinky, blood.

The advancing fronts of several armoured units were almost completely blocked.

In stark contrast to their previous unstoppable force, their enemies took on a different look.

An inexplicable force squeezed out the last trace of energy from their bodies, making them soaring in strength and not afraid of death, turning them into cold-blooded and brutal dead men.

The roar of the steel behemoth could no longer deter them, nor could the roar of the large-caliber machine gun and the roar of the howitzer make them fear. The unparalleled will of the peak of the times even launched a counter-charge!

"They're all over the place!"

Armored assault troops serve as sharp knives, tearing apart the enemy's front lines, and the infantry units then press on, forming a wave of destruction at multiple points, dividing, suppressing, and annihilating the enemy, killing morale, causing the enemy to lose their will to fight, then surrender or flee - launch an attack The mixed brigade marched with such tactics!

And it was an unstoppable victory.

But now, the battlefield has changed, and the trend of offense and defense has even reversed!

The enemy no longer fled, but took advantage of the familiar terrain to return to the trenches of the front line that had been lost, and then attacked the armored forces that were trapped in the anti-encirclement from all directions!

- Even disregarding the pursuit and blocking of the follow-up troops of Far Harbor!

"Shoot Shoot Shoot!"

"Five o'clock!"

"Major threat target determination!"

"Hit the magic crystal on him!"

The soldiers who were found jumped up and charged towards the tank with a roar.

The coaxial machine gun fired quickly, hitting the fragile human body. The next moment, a violent fire burst out, and the incendiary warhead detonated the burst crystals covered by the soldier! The terrifying air wave roared and spread in an instant, and even staggered the nearby power armored warriors!

And in the violently burning **** smoke, several figures appeared terrifyingly!

The crossfire cut like a sickle, like defeating leather, no matter how weird the magic and mystical method could not interfere with the physics, several soldiers who carried out the suicide charge fell to the ground, one even floated like a ragdoll, with intestines, liver, etc. , Stomach spewed from the huge wound in his abdomen, he fell to the ground, still screaming, using both hands and feet, desperately crawled towards the monster-like chariot.

Until a bullet ripped open his head in the side.

His face was like a pie, spread out on the ground.

The ground was scalding hot by the fire element reaction of the exploding crystal, licking the flesh and sizzling.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Pulling the trigger continuously, the muzzle shoots flames, chasing the rapidly approaching warriors.

Not far from the thunder, the noble caster had a distorted expression, and his body was covered with alchemy bombs and demolition scrolls, squeezing mana recklessly with precision, fearlessness, and indulgence.

He dashed by teleportation, flashing behind the infantry squad.

The alchemical war dog, which grabbed its limbs and fired with a small-caliber machine gun on its back, jumped up immediately, with its steel teeth wide open, biting the mage's neck, pinning him to the ground, and tearing it continuously, sending the out-of-control humanoid bomb to the nearby trenches Dragging, the mage's neck was torn off by a large piece of flesh and blood, and he roared sharply. Frost Nova responded, freezing the joint parts of the mechanical dog, and also slowing the movements of the soldiers who turned around.

A violent explosion ignited instantly.

The faces of the three closest soldiers were scorched, and they were knocked away by the violent air waves. Purple beams of light immediately emerged from their bodies, and the trauma mechanism took effect, bringing them back to the world of white mist.

In this chaotic, dangerous and even crazy battlefield, the remaining soldiers with lingering fears glanced left and right with their guns in a little panic. The squad leaders frantically squandered battlefield scores and summoned all available support. Everyone was breathing heavily, unprecedented. Anxiety and panic came to mind.

They thought that war would no longer be what it is now.

They thought that fear and cowardice had nothing to do with them.

Yes, allegiance to His Royal Highness Kant, equipped with unparalleled elite equipment, and fighting under the epoch-making tactics, weapons, concepts and systems, everyone is full of confidence in the future, no matter what kind of enemy they face, they will definitely be strong. The firepower, unstoppable raids, and absolute support advantages are overwhelming and invincible, as if they had just broken through the iron wall of the world's great powers in one fell swoop.

It should be like this.

But why...what's going on here?

"Are they crazy? Why did they do it? How did they become like this?"

Soldiers who were attacked were fighting back frantically, but sometimes, the eerie battlefield can add to the fear. The casters of the council raised thick fog on the battlefield, and they also hid in the secret network fortifications, putting their lives and death aside. Get ready to deliver the biggest blow to the enemy.

The soldiers who were still on guard were shaking and muttering to themselves.

Not fear... at least not pure fear.

Rather, it is puzzlement, anxiety about the unknown, an enemy that has never been seen before.

The enemies who were still fleeing before the wind turned into warriors who did not hesitate to die. Only after facing such an enemy on the battlefield will they know... It was not a voluntary dedication, but the manipulation of some evil force. After being seriously injured, he tried to perish together, and roared and shot with a face smashed by the high temperature... Even killing this kind of enemy would cause a mental burden.

"Father, a mass recall can be performed at any time."

Horus' voice echoed around Kant: "The front-line field commanders have also asked for clear instructions... Although they didn't say it, they also wanted to retreat temporarily, observe the changes, and organize defenses."

Derrila, who was monitoring the battlefield with her phoenix eyes, turned her head when she heard the words, but stopped talking.

On the other side, the Valentin guard who was in charge of the post said: "The temporary Grand Chancellor of Kalios asks for an interview."

Kant removed the phone from his clothes and put it to his lips.

"Attention to all ministries, I am Kant, and I give orders here."

This voice quickly occupied all the battlefield channels, resounding in the ears of the officers and soldiers.

The ruler of Far Harbor, the supreme commander, the invincible supreme power, the legendary leader who is changing the world... He has become the sun in the hearts of many people.

Hearing this familiar voice, the most disturbed soldier also calmed down.

They showed hope.

"—Nailed in place! There is no retreat!"

The voice turned sharp and stabbed like a sharp knife, decisively, with no room for change.

"Because we're here to do this! We're here to solve this problem! We're here to fight this enemy!"

Kant's calm and decisive voice was sonorous.

There is neither anger nor panic, only a steel-like will, with a determination that cannot be refuted and rebellious, pressing down like a mountain, shaking all the battle channels.

"Unpredictable battlefield conditions, dangerous combat risks, and unpredictable enemy means, this is the battle we have to face! Now we can retreat, we can regroup, but there are always battlefields where we can't retreat, and there are always places where we can't retreat. I'd rather you all die here now than panic in a battle that you can't retreat from and ruin the battle - recruits, the armed parade is over!"

"This is our first battle!"

"All departments will organize defenses in place, maintain attack results, wait for support and further orders, reinforcements will arrive soon, and tactical adjustments are being deduced and perfected. I order you to perform your duties, give full play to the results of training, and in intense In the battle, try to preserve yourself as much as possible, and live to meet the victory.”

"Finally, I have good news for you—"

Kant paused for a second.

roar.

"—I'm here!"

The battlefield seemed to stop for a moment.

What happened in the back of the battlefield not only attracted the attention of the soldiers of the Far Harbor, but even the attention of the soldiers of the council who were controlled and lost their minds.

Something amazing happened.

But it's like...the way it should be.

The giant phase gate leading to the underground world slammed open, and the mighty river of origin rushed out. The turbulent liquid paradox elements were like fresh life, obeying the will of the fire thieves, not wantonly spreading, swallowing and infiltrating, but It constitutes a reciprocating circulation, extending forward.

The silver-white battleship Astolfo leaped out under the rust-colored sky, the hull like a knife, cut into the Origin River, and was lifted up by the paradox elements. The hull was like a mountain, and it sailed on dry land!

Kant jumped up and landed on the battleship radar.

The Gryvind swarms gather, weave paradoxical elements, and build a throne atop the battleship, on which the Fire Thieves stand. Behind him, the phase gate is constantly solidified, and as the battleship moves forward, it connects the origin river, and the purple paradox element shines brightly, like a purple sun and a golden wheel.

Rune armor body protection, Sun Vulcan awn woven sun armor, phase scale armor layer upon layer, Kant wears golden armor, holy brilliance condenses, supplemented by the power of fire thieves, forged with phase, a cutting sword extends the entity, released The blazing brilliance, the stolen fire held the sword in hand, pointing to the south.

"The Star Palace, the enemy of civilization, the mortal curse, the shadow of the ancient era!"

With a high-spirited and clear voice, he swept across the battlefield and sent him into the distance.

"The curtain will fall... The fire thieves have arrived!"

The battleship was sailing on dry land, advancing slowly and firmly with the support of paradox elements, the holy pillar leaped out, suspended in the air, and cast a large amount of light and shadow, power armor, heavy chariots, and the reserve legion of the white mist world. Surrounding the battleship, the steel sky army began to line up.

"Go! Go! Go! Go!"

The swarms of Greywinds swarmed out, the phase gates flickered and unfolded, and the pouring soil leveled the trenches and ravines along the way for the steel army to press across.

Witnessing this scene, the soldiers in Far Harbor, who were slightly flustered by the crazy attack of the enemy, only felt that their blood was surging and their spirits were high. Because the battlefield was wide, as far as they could see, their commander was marching!

"—what else is there to say!"

Messi Zhu lifted the tank cover, grabbed the anti-aircraft machine gun, and shouted: "I want to tell my great-grandson about this! Anyone who comes today will die!"

"Strong!"

The abnormal performance of the enemy soldiers made most of the officers and soldiers of the Far Harbor feel doubtful and uneasy. Only a few troops kept calm and fought in an orderly manner. Among them, the Greenskin Yang Gun Team was in full swing, and every orc was full of fighting spirit. Not affected in any way.

-Because this kind of thing is so common in the greenskin tribe! How outrageous, crazy, and **** up, the orcs have seen it, and this is considered a slap in the face?

The green-skinned warlord cut the third attacker into two pieces with a machete, and then used the anti-aircraft machine gun attached to the machete to shoot around the trenches. While hitting, he spat a large mouthful of phlegm on the ground: "Little shrimp, Coward, there's a lot of shit! Little ones, keep killing, we're here to kill people!"

He looked back at the very waaaagh boat on dry land, only to feel that the image of Dajiba was even taller, and then the hideous warlord roared: "How many kills! The face says that you want to mess with the big tech bully? Why don't you go home and play with shit!"

Under the arrangement of Dong Tianming, the powerhouses of various countries who were preparing to carry out secret operations stopped each, and briefly watched the scene of the commander's battle, and their hearts were up and down.

They understand that Kant's behavior is not just to boost morale and show determination.

Because with Kant's banner and appearance on the battlefield, all the crazy council soldiers changed their targets, diverted their infinite hostility and anger, suicide soldiers who did not hesitate to exchange their lives, long-range magic offensives that only attacked but not defended, All hostility is projected onto Kant.

The coach is on the scene, not to boost morale, but to stand side by side with the soldiers.

"My safety is left to your protection."

Kant didn't look back and smiled: "I'll hold the line myself, stabilize the front, and don't leave Griffin a chance to escape, then there is a high probability that the God of Star Palace wants to try the beheading operation... Take advantage of this With the time we've got, we'll figure out a way to lock in Griffin's position."

Derrella behind her didn't speak, didn't even answer.

Kant was a little surprised. When he turned back, the Queen was standing here. Although she kept the Phoenix Vision open, her cheeks were a little pink, and she was obviously distracted.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

"..." The Queen shook her head, "Nothing."

"It's clearly something." Kant asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

"There must be something... Wow, you won't tell me, I'm just curious, maybe I'll be distracted later, and be hit by some sneak attack or spell from the council..."

"…"

How cunning.

The queen gritted her teeth, and in the end there was nothing she could do, and she lowered her voice.

"...It's just the feeling." Delilah whispered, "You were so handsome just now."

Kant was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, then turned back and looked at the sky, the violent spell blows across the sky and roars down.

The fire thief looked calm, stared at the sky, and the scattered space beacons opened the door of light.

White mist world.

The bugle of the emergency assembly sounded.

The instructor and political commissar who was in charge of caring for, appeasing and receiving the prisoners heard the trumpet sound, patted the hand of the fellow in front of him, and stood up: "Okay, His Royal Highness Kant has called us to join the battle."

The soldier who picked up his life on the battlefield said blankly, "Sir... No, brother, how are you..."

"Originally, we soldiers from the council were ordered to avoid this war, so as not to make us feel embarrassed and guilty by killing our compatriots. This is His Highness Kant's mercy and leniency for us. Now, the theme of the war has been rewritten, he We are not called to fight, not to kill our brethren..."

The instructor tidied up his military cap and smiled at the immature face in front of him.

"It's about ending the war as quickly as possible and saving innocent people like you."

The surrendering soldier looked stunned and was speechless.

"Goodbye..." The instructor grabbed his hand and shook it, "I hope to see you again after the war."

Then he smiled, turned around, and left, leaving only a back view for the other party.

That military uniform is not the military uniform of the council, but a look that the soldiers have never seen before. It is straight, simple, and solemn, as if it can hold up a mountain.

Many conscripts of the council met this farewell... surrendered, were captured, and were sent to this strange place, but there were gentle and kind fellow instructors who greeted them and appeased them without worrying, but they also knew what was happening outside. things, saw images and photos.

There are also new captured prisoners who confirm this situation.

Their bodies were manipulated by Griffin Williams, and if they were outside, they would soon become slaves without fear, losing themselves and dying in vain.

And now, in a safe place, they watched these former colleagues who surrendered earlier than them and now fully become members of the Far Harbor Army, lined up solemnly, neatly and decisively, with straight postures, sharp lines, and eyes Dignified and composed, he rushed to the battlefield.

They say to save and help more people who have been deceived and taken advantage of.

The evidence is overwhelming that Griffin-Williams did deceive and exploit the people who followed and trusted him.

The casters and soldiers who still did not believe it also refuted it loudly, but they would soon be sent to the mortal world to experience it for themselves. After being teleported back again, his eyes were horrified and his expression dazed.

- He came back with him, and there were also real-time images taken with him. The indignant caster had just been teleported to the mortal world, and his eyes glowed with terrifying green light, becoming insanely insane.

All those who doubted Far Harbor's rhetoric no longer had any luck, like falling into an ice cave.

It was the sound of faith collapsing, faith shattering.

Some were silent, some wailed, and some shouted.

But some people think of the dead comrades in arms, think of these former Paoze who went out silently, a kind of grievance, righteous indignation, agitation and anger swept across, what they want to do.

Is it possible to do something.

Can something be done?

They whispered at first, then petitioned and shouted, and after a brief confusion and waiting, soldiers stood before them.

"We need intelligence... intelligence that can pinpoint the location of Griffin Williams." The soldier said sincerely, "If you don't know, please tell us who might know."

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PS1: The original plan, the plot here is that Kant opens the phase gate, triggers a huge amount of seawater to impact, and then the army rides across the sea to advance in an all-round way... But I suddenly found that it is not appropriate to write this now. Therefore, this paragraph and subsequent development had to be pushed down and replaced with another version, alas.