Sword of Daybreaker

The ruins of the ancient city stood silently in the wind, and the dust flying in the wasteland was engulfed by the wind, slapped and whistling between the twisted and weathered buildings and the corroded steel pipes, and in the center of the former Magic Hub site. , The earth seemed to have been gouged out a large piece of flesh and blood, only the black deep pit was embedded in the cracked earth, a group of brilliance at the bottom of the pit was slowly surging, and the depth of the brilliance was the space outlined by the deep blue net.

It is a huge power system that exists in parallel with the entire planet, and it is the "internal circulation network" formed by the planet in the magical environment of the universe. Mortals in this era still know very little about it, but in Ferna and Leir In Na's eyes, there were not many secrets in this huge and mysterious dark blue network.

A low and ambiguous grunt followed the sound of the wind. Ferna raised her head and saw two flesh and blood giant-like aberrations appearing on the edge of the big crater. Their footsteps were staggering, and the dark red "mud" was disturbing. The way of swelling and shrinking, wriggling, and its body will experience a slight tremor every few seconds-this irrational chaotic monster still seems to be resisting the control of external will, but their resistance is obviously useless.

A tree man with dark brown twisted branches is standing beside these two monsters. His canopy appears to be twisted and tangled. The dry branches are entangled into a brain-like structure, and there are constantly flashing spots of light in the gully. The pervasive "brain" wanders, and strong mental impulses are released from it, suppressing the instinctive resistance impulse of the two aberrations.

"...It's really ugly." Ferna turned her head and said casually. Although she said something disgusting, her expression was extremely calm.

"Get the runestone ready!" another treeman shouted nearby, and then the intertwined roots scattered around the pit began to squirm. After a while, a huge black cube was squirmed. His vines and roots were transported to the vicinity of the big pit, and then transported to the two deformed bodies that were under control.

It is a black stone with a side length of about two meters. It has a fairly regular shape and a slightly metallic appearance. It seems to be made of a variety of magic materials through complex processing. You can see the inside on each side. Runes with a faint brilliance are constantly emerging and changing. The turbulent magic in the wasteland interacts with those runes from time to time. At every moment, there are lines of chaotic light and shadow emanating from a certain vertex of the cube, and Gradually dissipated in the depths of the rocks.

If an outsider sees it, it may be difficult to believe that such a sophisticated thing was "produced" in such a wasteland.

However, even so, the Gemini Fairy still seemed unsatisfied with the "runestone". Lerna stared at the huge cube for a long time before shook her head and sighed: "Oh, shoddy."

"Enough is enough," Ferna smiled. "It is quite difficult for them to produce such a device in such an environment."

The handover of the runestones between the talks has been completed, and the two hideous and distorted giants have picked up the huge black cube from the creeping vines-the thing is obviously so heavy that the infinitely powerful aberrations need to work together to remove it. Hugging steadily—then the treeman standing on the edge of the big pit gave instructions, and the bodies of the two deformed bodies trembled slightly at the same time. They let out a silent roar, and finally took heavy steps toward the bottom of the pit. The "door" walked slowly.

At this moment, even the relaxed and transcendent elven twins could not help but focus their attention on the "Rune Stone". Their gazes followed the two aberrations slowly walking towards the "gate" and followed that. Inside the block, there were black cube boulders with runes wandering continuously. They watched the thing approaching the bottom of the pit little by little, and watched the blue light from the dark blue nets shine through the gate and shine on the surface of the rune stones.

In the next moment, the heavy black cube seemed to "live" suddenly. All the runes inside it shined at the same time. The countless lines that had been hidden before were connected in flicker, dozens of complicated magics. The array was activated and reorganized within one thousandth of a second, and there was crackling in the air. The pure energy in the dark blue network seemed to have penetrated the balance structure near the "door", accompanied by a dazzling spark suddenly flashed by, and the two were responsible for transportation. The distorted form of the runestone instantly turned into a bright torch, and was extinguished in the violent burning.

However, the activated rune stone also fell into the deepest part of the big pit, and fell into the space where the dark blue netway is located-the surface of the "door" rippled with circles, in the swaying light and shadow, The trees around only saw the magic device that was made with great difficulty while falling into a certain stream of light while shining brightly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Lerna raised her head and looked at Grand Master Borken, who was also staring at the bottom of the pit, with a smile on her face: "The rune stone has been placed, Grand Master."

"...Very well, counting the experimental one before, now we have two control nodes," Borken was silent for a moment before speaking in a low, hoarse voice, "Next we have a hundred more to be placed. ."

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, Your Excellency Grand Master," Ferna said with a smile, "We have now collected enough data and tested new ways to open the door. Next, the progress of installing rune stones will be faster and faster-of course , I mean inside the wasteland."

"Yeah...inside the wasteland...but the nodes we want to control are not limited to this **** high wall," Borken's tawny eyes fixed on the elven twins in front of him. "We have to make sure that at least 70% Rune stones can be effective, and we can find less than half of the effective nodes in the wasteland-you know what I mean."

"Of course, you will have a chance, but for that opportunity, you still have to accumulate some strength," Leerna said lightly, "As for the current stage, our main goal is to control all the nodes within the Majestic Wall. Putting the rune stone so that no matter whether the subsequent actions are smooth or not, we will have a huge force capable of turning the situation around."

Borken looked at the "elf" in front of him, and then said in a deep voice, "I hope everything is as easy as you said."

...

The howling cold wind in the polar regions is beating the heavy walls of the city, but the adventurer camp under the starlight night is brightly lit. The team returning from the task is heading to the management center to settle the gains after hard work and "promotion points", and is responsible for expanding the camp. The engineering team in drove across the avenue, and engineering vehicles transported directly from the mainland of Loren ran across the road. The roar of the magic engine was mixed with the voices of the people in the streets and alleys-this is every day in this newly built town Voices that will be heard, Modil has been accustomed to these voices for so many years.

"This is a very wonderful place," the adventurer said to Gao Wen in front of him while sitting by the window of his cabin. "This land is very desolate. It can even be said that stepping out of the city gate is a dangerous place. There are all dangerous things on the soil, and survival is the first challenge that everyone must face. On the other hand, these shelters built on the wasteland are full of vitality, even more than many cities of the same size on the Loren continent. It must also have a breath of'alive'. People pour all their hopes for survival, future, and peace into these solid walls, and walk out from here again and again, trying to regain civilization from barbarism... Whenever they think of this , I will be greatly touched."

"But in fact, most of the people who touched you came here for making a fortune, and some were because of the mission of the Alliance." Amber fiddled with a cloud of shadowy dust in his hands. He casually said, "Except for the volunteers from the Principality of the Holy Dragon and some of the aided officers and soldiers, the only ones who really care about the'civilization' and the'future' are the dragons who were born and raised in Tarrond-this is their hometown, not others. of."

The adventurer laughed and shook his head slightly: "If a cause is great and glorious, and countless people have made great contributions to it, then why do we have to delve into whether every name behind this cause is flawless? "Sages"? In my opinion, these people came here not far away, risking the danger to expand the boundaries of the safety zone, rebuilding cities and factories, because of them, a glorious civilization has the hope of re-emergence, then no matter what they come What is the motivation for this, they should have their place in history."

Gawain looked at Modil with some surprise: "I thought you were just keen on taking risks. I didn't expect you to have so many deep thoughts."

"It's an honor for me to get your compliment," Modil said immediately, and then scratched his messy gray hair. "I don't have any deep thoughts, but I have lived here for a while. , I have some new understanding of these adventurers and their way of life... I recorded my experience here in my portable notebook, and handed it to someone I trust when I was going to leave, so that even one day in the future I have forgotten the things here again, and the things I have witnessed and thought about can also be passed down..."

"It's a wise move, but if everything goes well, you may not need this arrangement," Gawain smiled, and turned to look at Huang. "How are you preparing?"

Amber lifted her fingers and shook in mid-air, and the dust flew around her fingertips like alive: "It's ready."

Gawain nodded and looked at Victoria, who was sitting next to him, who had never spoken. The latter also raised his head almost at the same time. The face that was always cold in the past can not help but bring a little worry at this moment: "Amber's method is really true. Is it effective?"

"Let me tell you this, I can't guarantee that I can 100% block the connection between your ancestors and Lady Ye's Kingdom of God. After all, that thing involves gods, not that I stole some sand from Lady Ye. It can be dealt with when it comes out, but I can guarantee that things will not get worse at least-and theoretically, I can at least stabilize the body of this adventurer to a certain degree, even if he will still move towards the'side. 'Slide, the process will be greatly prolonged, so that we at least have a chance to breathe, don't we?"

When things came to an end, Amber didn’t confidently open up the votes indiscriminately as usual, but bluntly stated the limitations of her ability and possible unsatisfactory consequences, and her straightforward “confession” was not only absent. It made Victoria feel suspicious, but let the ruler of the North breathe a sigh of relief inexplicably.

A prudent promise is more practical than a boastful boast, especially the one who speaks is Miss Amber—Victoria knows this intelligence minister, and there is this kind of judgment standard among the empire’s senior leaders: When Amber casually promises you When "this matter is stable", you must start to think about the consequences of smashing things, but when she cautiously said that she is only 50% sure, it means that she is really at least 50% sure.

Gawain's gaze swept across Victoria and Modil, and finally fell on Amber. He breathed out softly, nodded to her and said, "Let's start then."

Amber nodded. With the experience of letting Modil "cooperate" last time, she didn't talk any more nonsense this time, and her ability to perceive and control the shadows and dust quietly activated. In a flash, Modil Wilde was on her. The eyes changed again into a weird look with half of the body made up of flowing sand...

Gawain and Victoria are watching all this nervously, but they can’t see the “truth” that only Amber can detect. In their eyes, Amber just stood quietly next to Modil, raising his hand on it. In the middle of the sky beside the old mage, some if there is nothing gray and white sand dust undulating around Modil, rotating like a mist of uncertainty-the whole process lasted for a few minutes, what is the specific mystery outsider? Can't tell at all.

If it hadn’t been for a certain degree of mutual understanding, if only based on the impression he had just met back then, Gawain would definitely suspect that this shadow assault goose had made a bunch of light and shadow special effects to fool himself, just to turn his head back and deceive Victoria. Drinking...

At this moment, Kohaku suddenly withdrew her hand, and the shadows and dust that appeared in the air disappeared. She patted her hands and exhaled, with a smile on her face and said, "Okay, it's done."

"This is over again?" The first person who spoke was Modil, who was the person involved. He still didn't feel any changes in himself, but looked at Amber, who seemed to have just exerted a lot of effort, with a little bewilderment. He looked down at his body again, "I still don't feel anything..."

"You won't feel it, just like you haven't felt anything wrong with your body in the past six centuries-the power of'mutation' has completely become a part of your life, like your breathing and heartbeat. Indivisible, any'operation' I do to you naturally takes this into account, so you will definitely not feel it," Amber looked at the great adventurer and explained with an expression of "I super understand"." It’s really bad if you really feel an abnormal change in your body."

Hearing Kohaku's words, Modil became nervous for a moment: "...What if I feel abnormal changes in my body?"

Amber barely thought and blurted out: "I will hold Victoria's leg and let her start lightly. It's best to give another chance..."

Modil: "...?"

"Don't mind, she has always been like this," Gawain knew that her operation must have ended smoothly when he saw Amber's mouthful of the train running. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on his face, "Get up and move. Make sure that there is really no discomfort, and we will continue discussing what happened to you."

"Well, I feel pretty good..." Modil nodded, stood up while talking, and moved his joints a bit, but just when the adventurer wanted to say something more , The expression on his face suddenly changed, and his eyes widened, staring straight into a certain direction.

As soon as Kohaku saw the situation, he jumped up instantly, a slippery kneeling rushing towards Victoria...