Sword of Daybreaker

The soft voices of the elven twins sounded far away to Borken as if they came from another world. This hall is located in the deepest part of the entire flesh and blood structure. Countless neural links connect to this huge alien body. The vast sea of ​​data is transmitted to Borken’s thinking, which includes not only the perception of the flesh and blood structure itself and the monitoring of the entire battlefield, but also the dark priests who are merging in the depths, even though all the dark priests are present. For some time in the past, they have been adjusting the direction of thinking assimilation, but compared with the real "integration into one", they still have their own different minds. To integrate and sort them into one, for Borken It is a difficult task.

The attack from the Deep Blue Well has arrived. It is a counterattack from the ancient ghost hiding in the steel fortress. The high-intensity energy beam is focused on the top of the structure, seeming to want to destroy the organ that releases the "disaster bomb". , Several organs used to open the shield opened the energy barrier in time, although they themselves were burned out in the overload soon, the attack from the Deep Blue Well was still successfully blocked.

Then the damaged tissue began to repair itself, and an astonishing amount of biomass was transported from deep underground to the upper layer, and was transformed into layers of additional shells. Borken performed these operations precisely like a machine. He has unimaginable power and abilities for humans, and now all of them are used by him. In some half-dream and half-awake gaps, he thinks about his current existence...He feels like a god.

  A group of mental wave communications from a distance arrived at the structure, and Borken read from it the large-scale death signals of the deformed body and the biochemical beast, as well as the unique strong impact of the "fire falling to the ground".

It’s the Cecils. They have advanced to the northern scorched plains and are building their purification devices there. The Wasteland Legions that remain there have only the most basic killing instincts and lack heavy units. They are only in the face of the offensive of mortal armies. Persevering in the unexpected situation in less than a day, that itself is cannon fodder, and the only regret is that the role of this cannon fodder is much smaller than expected.

A nerve node in the "ventricle" emits a dim red light, and Borken's will turns into mental fluctuations, and it spreads quickly along the underground network of roots to the north. There is no dark priest who can perform command tasks. The roots The end of the network is only connected to a large neural node with basic intelligence. The neural node buried deep in the ground can carry out the most basic control of aberrations and biochemical beasts within a certain range. In general, it is to maintain those basic units. It will not be completely "wildized".

  In this way, the Wasteland Corps deployed in remote areas can at least play a role in blocking and delaying the mortal army.

After giving the order to regroup the troops for delaying tactics, Borken’s consciousness was once again focused on the battlefield in front of him. Everything I gave up was only for the current battle, but in fact...this is not the future Borken originally thought.

He wanted to domesticate this planet, to build an "eternal peaceful place" isolated from the world, and to make the Deep Blue Network Exterminate the current civilization on this planet and turn it into a planetary shield, but he never thought about it. To achieve all of this at the current cost, he didn’t want to confront the ancient ghost in the center of the wasteland, because the cost of doing so was so high that even he could not bear it. When the elven twins proposed this plan, he was originally. He wanted to refuse, but when he looked around the wasteland, he found that there was no other choice...

  How did the situation become the way it is today? In the gap between the constant roaring "voice" in the spiritual world slightly weakened, Borken briefly raised this question, but before he focused on this question, the nerve signals from various parts of the structure were interrupted. With his concentration, he had to continue to focus his thought thread on the task of maintaining the war and unifying those minds, and a strong feeling of holding a huge power and being above everything else appeared at the right time, weakening Borken’s doubts about his current situation. The will of this gesture.

  So... powerful, like... a god.

Very good, this is very good. Although I sacrificed the cult that I had worked hard for hundreds of years, but in exchange for the unrivaled strength and the eternal and immortal body, what a powerful force as long as I have a thought , Can create the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, as long as the will is still there, this body can be infinitely restored... If the world will eventually fall into flames in the eruption of the deep blue network, then you will undoubtedly become after this The only surviving individual, and after that, a paradise of eternal peace will descend on this planet. As the only and most powerful life form on this planet, he seems to have a lot to do at that time...

  Borken smiled, planning for that great future. When that day comes, should we create loyal servants first? Or build a magnificent palace for yourself first?

Leerna stood beside the ugly plant in the middle of the hall, watching the shriveled and distorted bark appear as if a smile, but a creepy "expression", she couldn't help but show a smile on her face. At the fingertips, there are strands of almost transparent "lines" spreading out in the air. These lines are intertwined and woven, entwining Borken’s canopy, entwining the roots that he plunged into the depths of the hall, entwining The bony arches and chitin domes around the hall are densely packed, layered on top of each other, like a spider web.

  Since just now, Borken has turned a blind eye to these cobwebs growing in his "ventricle".

"He sank into a dream. Under the strong appearance of a good dream, our Grand Master is still a weak mortal after all," Lerna said softly, with a better smile on her face. "It seems that he is not Not as great as he thought."

"As a mortal, his will is already strong enough," Ferna said from the side. "Until just now, his subconscious was still resisting, trying to return his sanity... to this point. Can doubt and think, this is beyond our expectations, isn't it?"

"...There is something to be desired," Lena said lightly, and then her eyes drooped, as if she wanted to see the deepest part of the flesh and blood structure through the thick bones, wooden barriers and biomass chambers under the ground. Where, seeing the darkest and horrible part of this creepy giant "creature", "The fusion process of the last batch of dark priests has begun... but they resisted fiercely, and they have been trying to awaken the Lord of Borken. consciousness."

"The moment they entered the fusion cavity, the wise men among them understood," Ferna whispered, "but their resistance is meaningless. This structure has grown to a point where mortal will cannot match. The screams of the dark priests in the mind network will probably only be regarded by Borken as the whistling wind and disturbing whispers...if he is still'Borken'."

Lena moved her fingertips, and the "cobwebs" entwined around the hall were a bit denser than before, and she frowned: "...but these'noises' have some influence after all, they are affecting the structure's ability. The mortal's footsteps are already very close. We must break the barrier of the Deep Blue Well before they arrive. The power of the structure is not enough now... Find a way to silence those voices."

   "I'll take care of it." Ferna said lightly, turning to the exit of the hall.

  ...

The Union army is advancing faster day by day. After pouring the power of the entire Loren continent into this land, the mortal war machine began to show its astonishingly powerful and powerful cannon to flatten the army of deformed bodies. , The chariot crushed the wreckage of the Wasteland Legion, and the powerful Legion spell made the entire land evaporate in the heat. Warriors of various countries and races swept across the plains and mountains of the former Gondor Empire like a gust of wind, and behind the army , Purification towers rise from the ground, and the blocking wall is like a line of blood vessels extending in the waste soil, spreading from the four directions of the south, east, north and west to the direction of the deep blue well.

  In the process, the impact of the blocking wall finally gradually emerged. Although it is still a long way from the final closure, it is an indisputable fact that the environment has changed in many areas in the wasteland.

The polluting clouds are receding, the toxic substances in the air are decreasing, and the chaotic magic energy pervading the surface of the earth is gradually calming down. In some areas, observers have found plants that grow tenaciously in the crevices of rocks. The seeds of these plants follow the grandeur. After the wall collapsed, the airflow that poured in flew into the wasteland, took root on the earth where the pollution subsided, and began to grow when the spring blossoms bloomed, becoming the first land after 700 years of desolation and silence. Batch "residents".

In the marginal area of ​​the wasteland, at the foot of the magnificent wall, traditionally regarded as the buffer zone of the contaminated area, observers even discovered a large area of ​​land that has completely returned to normal even without any protective equipment, even without any special forces. Ordinary people can live in peace of mind in these purification zones and reclaim fertile land.

  This war has not yet ended, and the future of the earthly fate is uncertain, but even if the dust has not settled, the world is constantly moving forward.

Carrie Pello ran across the courtyard like a gust of wind, her long skirts flying at the edge of the flowerbeds and lawns, and the servants and maids on the roadside saw this rushing lady from a distance, and she had already retreated early. Down the corridor, some attendants who were more familiar with Carrie couldn't help but shook their heads, with helpless expressions on their faces.

Miss Carrie is optimistic by nature, treats others kindly, especially her lively character is in sharp contrast to her serious father. However, her shortcoming is her lack of stability and ladylike demeanor. Viscount Perlo sent her to Cecil for study. Although part of the reason was the "task" assigned by the empire to the children of the young nobles, part of the reason was that the viscount hoped that his daughter could hone his temperament in a foreign country, and become alive in the process of living with the children of other nobles. Be more mature and stable, but judging from the results...

Although Miss Carrie, who returned from Cecil, has grown up in all aspects, she only regressed in the lady style and she even learned a lot of "Cecil", which is very weird in the traditional concept of Typhon. The way of words and deeds, this really makes people wonder what the Cecil’s "imperial academy" is teaching...

   "Carrie!" Viscount Perlo's voice suddenly came from the front of the court, with a hint of unpleasantness in his voice, "What is it like to run in the courtyard?"

Wearing a straight gown with a beard, the tall and thin Viscount Perlo frowned and looked at his daughter who was running towards him. His tone was unpleasant and helpless. It has been a while since her daughter finished studying abroad and returned to China, but in the future In terms of planning, this unstable girl still seems to have no idea. She is full of impetuous and radical ideas. At the same time, she is neither willing to enter the parliament to become a member of the Council, nor has any relationship with men. The marriage seems to be indefinitely far away. As for the inheritance of the title. Karma...it's too early now.

  At the point of "feeling a headache for the future of women", Viscount Pello is no different from most ordinary fathers.

  However, Carrie did not seem to notice the dissatisfaction in her father's tone. She held a newspaper tightly in her hands and handed it to her father: "Father, look at this!"

"What's such a fuss..." Viscount Pello muttered and took the newspaper, and his eyes quickly fell on a black and white picture on the page. It was a plant that looked like an ordinary wild flower on the roadside. However, The text next to him changed his eyes slightly, "Plants were found in the waste soil... The pollution is fading... There is a purification zone in the marginal area?"

"This is the photo from the advance base of the Knights of the Winter Wolf on the 27th!" Carrie smiled brightly, and she even had an inexplicable pride in her voice. Yes, this is specifically mentioned in the article!"

"Mariannu...Daughter of Count Raven, Mariannu?" Viscount Perlo quickly found the corresponding name in the aristocratic pedigree. After a moment of astonishment appeared on his face, he frowned, "People have already You can build meritorious deeds, and you can even pass the deeds back to the country for people to pass on. You can see if you are still classmates! You..."

   "Father, what I want to tell you is another thing," Carrie said before her father was finished. "I heard today that there is a pioneering plan in the southwest enclave of Winter Wolf..."

  "Pioneering plan? The enclave southwest of Winter Wolf?" Viscount Pello was taken aback, "It's not in a polluted area over there..."

"It's not a polluted area anymore!" Carrie said with a bright smile. "The Obsidian newspaper published news today. After several border areas were confirmed to be completely purified, how the Gondor wasteland will be distributed is unknown, but those border enclaves One hundred percent of the territory of the empire. Now that the pollution has subsided, the army has pushed the front lines to the depths of the wasteland. The pioneering operations in those places will soon begin. I spoke to Dana today, and her father, Earl Juventus, has already mentioned it to her. After this incident, I want to go to the border with her..."

  The expression of Viscount Perlo finally became serious. He stared at Carly’s eyes and slowly said: "Carly, you know what you are talking about."

"Yes, I know." Carrie reduced her smile and stood in front of her father with an unprecedented seriousness. "I have to do the same thing as my ancestors, father. While doing what they thought was the most important and correct thing, Fendier Wilde joined the Wasteland Expeditionary Force and experienced the first battle. Eleven Franklin went to the Western Front as a research assistant not long ago. Mariannu is fighting under General Andesa...Father, I don’t know how to fight, and I don’t have such excellent achievements in magic and magic, but I know how to open up and manage territories. Since a long time ago, the Perlo family has been an excellent pioneer. Well, when you told me that, your face was very proud.

"I don’t want to be a member of parliament who only knows how to raise their hands. There are many smart people. I am very inconspicuous. I don’t want to get married so soon. I haven’t met the right person yet. Inheriting the family business, being a mediocre aristocrat, spending a lot of time on dances and banquets... Just as your Majesty mentioned in his speech last time, we are facing a special and difficult period, the empire Every one of her people is required to perform their duties and exert their value...

  "Didn't you just say that Mariano can already build meritorious services? Now I want to..."

   "Okay, I agree."

  The voice of Viscount Pello came faintly, and all the words that Carrie had been drafting for a long time were suppressed.