Sword of Daybreaker

In the cyberspace covered by a sea of ​​white flowers, one by one left the venue. As the figures next to the round table disappeared, the space also quieted down. In the end, only Gawain and Bertila stood in the sea of ​​flowers. In the center, in the breeze blowing across the sea of ​​flowers, looking at the virtual sky and the distant horizon.

  Bertila broke the silence first: "It looks like you have a lot of thoughts, brother Gao Wen."

"I'm still thinking about the sentinel," Gao Wen said in a deep voice, "After determining that it hides a deeper conspiracy, I have to start thinking about what kind of strain it will make and what its ultimate means will be. As a sufficiently old mind, its knowledge and hole cards are far beyond our understanding."

"...If our speculation is correct, then using the power of the deep blue network to transform this celestial body under our feet into a permanently uninhabitable planet, this should be its ultimate goal, and my fellow'wasteland compatriots' did it. Everything is just the process by which it achieves this goal," Bertila said unhurriedly, "Now we have successfully stopped the Aberrant Corps from continuing its attack on the civilized world, and we also know their next steps. The launch plan', in theory, unless all battlefields of the Alliance suddenly collapse, the Sentinel's'domesticated planet' plan is no longer possible."

"This is exactly what I was thinking about. If the Sentinel can't realize its plan to control the Deep Blue Network, what'alternative' can it achieve its goal of'permanent extinction'?" Gawain said slowly while thinking. , "Although its node launch plan has not been completed, a large number of runestones have been placed in the deep blue network channel. Previously, various observatories and magic observation facilities have observed a large range of magical anomalies, and Tyre has also confirmed it. , A drastic change in the deep blue network cut off the connection between the Loren continent and Antaweien, which shows that even if all the runestones are not put down, the sentry can already partially control the operation of the deep blue network...

"If one day it confirms that its plan has failed, what will it do with the dark blue network channel it currently controls? It seems that it has not been able to use this part of the dark blue network channel to launch a direct attack on the material world, but it has It can affect and interfere with the environment of the entire continent, but I think...it can do much more than that by using the Deep Blue Network."

  Speaking of this, he stopped and turned his head to look at Bertila with a calm expression: "What about you? What do you think?"

"I don't know much about Deep Blue Nets, and I'm not good at deducing it like you. I just think my former compatriots are sad and hateful," Bertila shook his head and said in a low voice, "We have all fallen into Darkness, but not only did they fall into darkness, they are now reduced to tools controlled by sentries without knowing it. With Bertram, I only see their irretrievable future."

   Gao Wen didn’t speak for a while, and after a moment of quiet contemplation, he suddenly said, “Perhaps I should go to the door of the fortress of the Treaty again.”

   "Are you going to the kingdom of the gods again?" Bertil raised his eyebrows, and then reacted, "Wait, you are going to the Sentinel Homeport again? Isn't there already..."

"It has been abandoned, I know, but what is left there makes me very uneasy. The back tide once completely corrupted the center of the home port and the last cruise ship, and now those ancient things are still maintained. Operation, in my opinion, this kind of'relic' that is still running automatically after a long history, and the central system has been substantially out of control...itself is a huge hidden danger."

"Do you plan to destroy the home port and the last cruise ship?" Bertila frowned slightly, "But as far as I know, the technicians on the'gate' project have repeatedly demonstrated many times. The level of technology is simply incapable of destroying the legacy of the sailors of that scale. Even if they want to cut a metal sample from the spacecraft, it is difficult. And Master Kamel suspects that there is still some kind of'defense mechanism' in that thing, if The home port and cruise ship confirm that there is a deadly threat, and those remaining weapons are likely to counterattack."

   "Indeed, we shouldn't be able to destroy that thing now..." Gawain took a breath and whispered, "But there must be some prepared means..."

  ...

  In the depths of the Gondor Wasteland covered by dark and filthy clouds, in the center of the hills and plains entrenched by the dark priests, the Archmaster Borken is burning with anger due to the frustration news from afar.

"Bertlaim that waste! I shouldn't give him a second chance!" Borken's angry curse was passed between the upper nerve nodes, making the high-ranking priests gathered around the hill shiver. Suspense, "I should have thrown him directly into the biomass **** pool at the beginning. The nutrients that he uses as the root network are more valuable than him!"

Footsteps came from the edge of the hill, and two tall figures in long skirts came to Borken. The elves looked at the great master with a surprised expression. Ferna was the first to speak: "What happened? What's wrong, my respected Master Master, your emotions have even frightened those mindless deformities. You haven't made such a big fire these days."

"Bertlem suffered a shameful failure for the second time," Borken seemed to have become accustomed to the hypocritical and exaggerated way of speaking of the elven sisters, he said irritably, "I assigned him a large number of guards. , Even gave him part of the root network authority in the northern region, but he ruined it all in one operation. If it’s just that, the worst is that he and his group of incompetent followers They were caught alive by the enemy!"

"Captured alive?" Lena opened her eyes slightly, and she seemed to be a little surprised. "How could this happen? Bertram may have a shortage of military talent, but at least he is also a powerful priest, and Those of his followers... no matter how bad the situation is, he shouldn't be captured alive by the mortal army? Not to mention..."

  Lierna paused, and Ferna continued without any delay: "What's more, even if he can't beat him, can't he be able to kill himself at the last minute?"

"Who knows what's going on?" Borken said fiercely. "The last news from one of his followers was that the brains of the enemy are too powerful, and we are invincible." Nothing can be analyzed."

"...The enemy's brain is too powerful?" This time the Elf Twins really couldn't react. They opened their eyes widened in unison, and then Lerna frowned and said, "It sounds...it seems to be the ones in our north. Opponents have come up with something weird, beyond Bertlem's cognition, which...it is very interesting."

"We may have different perceptions of the word'fun'," Borken's muddy eyes glanced at Lena, and then slowly said in a hoarse, low voice, "Our biggest loss now is not Bertram. The troops he buried with him are intelligence... Bertram knows our massive deployment and also knows our real plan. Now that he has fallen into the hands of the enemy, the loss it will cause will be immeasurable."

  The elven twins said in unison: "It sounds like you don't have much hope for Bertram's loyalty and tenacity?"

"No, I believe that even an incompetent person like Bertram will not speak easily when faced with torture. But there are too many ways in the world to'get' what you want from a prisoner who doesn't speak. "We’ve got the information," Borken said in a deep voice, "We must be prepared for a large number of key deployments that have been leaked. All subsequent launch operations will inevitably face the obstruction of mortals and nations, and even the troops that transport runestones. There may be targeted interceptions... Damn, if it wasn't for the sudden obstruction of the southern battlefield, our progress could have been faster..."

   "Southern Battlefield?" Lena frowned, "What happened to the southern battlefield?"

Borken’s mood is obviously getting worse: “It’s the elves. Those elves don’t know how to get the support from the north. An extraordinarily powerful Treant Guardian army has joined the front line. We were almost about to break through their ridiculous. The border fortress, as a result, not only has the attack been frustrated, a main force of the elves has even advanced near the barrier gap..."

Hearing Borken’s words, Ferna seemed quite surprised: "Guardian of the Treemen? Your army was actually blocked by the mere Treemen? When the Southern Front began, you did not confidently express the whole forest. Isn't the total strength of the barrier protecting the ancient trees enough to stop the advancement of the legion?"

The branches and leaves on Borken trembled in annoyance: "...The tree guard we were facing at the time did not wear a dozen-ton steel plate on his body, nor did he hold the so-called "magic cannon" in his hand. Magic weapon."

"Oh, it looks like it's something new created by those'good opponents' in our north," Ferna listened and suddenly laughed, with a hint of joy in her words, "It seems that the war is really promoting A weapon of technological progress, you see, in the face of the pressure of survival, how fast those mortal kingdoms are changing!"

"I sometimes really wonder if you are on my side," Borken's tawny eyes stared at the elven twins in front of him. "Are you really not sure about the current situation? Our advantage is Little by little, the results obtained at the beginning of the war were not enough to lay the foundation. Now those mortal kingdoms have reacted. We have been frustrated across the board, and even have been fully pushed back on some fronts. My dear "Miss Consultant", North Front And the humans on the Eastern Front have even begun to build immortal bases on our territory! It’s a bit of a sense of crisis!"

"Oh, the sense of crisis, of course, Master Master, of course we are on your side, and our goals are the same," Lerna said, but did not suppress the smile on her face. "It's just that the sense of crisis does not Help us change something, and... the small setbacks we encountered on the frontier of civilization may not be as bad as you think."

   "...what do you mean?"

  "Regarding the activation method of the deep blue network channel, in fact, we still have many alternatives..."

  ...

  In the hinterland of the Ogure tribe, the main city of the orcs is Ruby City.

As the situation changes, this orc city has now become the military center of the Ogure tribe against the Wasteland Army. The Earthly Dawn from the Cecil Empire is anchored in the sky above the city, using the sky fortress. The Gorgon flying fortresses at the core use this as a gathering point. They set out from the sky above Ruby City every day to recover lost ground, remove distortions, and rebuild border defenses. The imperial expedition led by the Duke of Baldwin Franklin After obtaining the consent of the War Chief Camilla, the army used the Ruby City as a garrison and a supply point. Together with the support troops gathered from various tribes in Ogure, in a short period of time, this The city has turned into a behemoth, and the population and the size of the city have exploded several times.

After the injury was almost healed, Camilla left the medical ship in the sky and returned to her city. The feeling of being down-to-earth made the chief of the tribe who dominate the forest and mountains feel at ease. She walked onto the towering walls of Hongyu City in late winter and early spring. Looking at the direction of the mountain barrier in the cold wind, the cat-like pupils squinted into two lines in the sun.

In her sight, the mountains are still standing tall, the huge sky fortress is slowly crossing the distant mountain ridge, the scorched ruins of the red jade forest cover the ground at the foot of the mountain, and on the edge of the forest ruins are the military camps arranged in a row. , A simple but prosperous temporary market, and various flying flags.

Every day, countless soldiers gather here, and countless soldiers are dispatched by the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces to the eastern front or other areas where aberrations are raging. Every day, large tracts of scorched earth return to the people of Ogure. In the hands of, the border that once shrunk to the foot of Hongyu City is also constantly advancing towards the edge of the wasteland.

The Duke of Baldwin Franklin from the Cecil Empire is now the commander-in-chief of the entire Western Front. The soldiers gathered from all tribes of Ogure listened to the dispatch of this foreign commander, even Camilla himself. This is unprecedented, but no one on the western front has any complaints about it.

  This is the role of the alliance and the meaning of the "wartime system".

  A cold wind blew, Camilla's pointed ears trembled in the wind, but only one stood on top of her head, and her other ear was slumped softly on the side of her head.

  Camilla thought for a while, and tried hard again, but still only one ear stood on top of her head.

  The warchief sighed, a little melancholy.

   At this moment, the sound of footsteps came not far from the side. At the same time, there was a very energetic voice from the king of the human tribe Wycliffe: "Are you fighting with your ears again?"

  Camilla turned her head and glanced at the tall human king: "The doctor said that my ear needs a minor operation. As long as the operation is completed, it can still stand up."

"Actually, I think it's not bad now to make you look softer," Wycliffe said casually, turning around and looking into the distance, putting his hand on the wall next to him, "Look, you are finally paying attention now My appearance is better than just knowing how to chop people with an axe every day."

Camilla didn’t pay attention to Wycliffe’s words, but instead focused on the opponent’s special alloy shell on the right arm and the mechanical structure covered by transparent crystals that gleamed in the sun, giving it a slightly cruel and rugged shape. The orc warchief was a little curious: "...is it easy to use?"

"What...oh, did you say this?" Wycliffe reacted and shook his mechanical arm, his alloy fingers moved flexibly, "It's okay, more powerful than the original, and there are many wonderful new functions. , Except that it feels a little weird... everything else is pretty good."

   "Looks very handsome," Camilla touched her chin thoughtfully, "I want to cut my arm for you."

"…are you crazy?"