Sword of Daybreaker

The dust has not yet settled. This war between mortal civilization and the Wasteland Legion is still going on fiercely on the front line. No one can assert the future. However, for those who are particularly sensitive, the fuzzy outline of the future has appeared in their In view.

There will only be two directions in this world. Either mortals will be completely defeated, then the entire civilized world will be wiped out, all plans for the future will be meaningless, or mankind will win, then it is foreseeable that the life that was once cut off The wasteland will become an unowned land that is so large that it occupies a small half of the continent, is no longer a pollution hazard, and awaits development.

If there is no alliance, and the three major empires are not powerfully controlled, then such a vast and fertile land suddenly placed in front of the world may drag the entire Continent of Loren into fatal chaos, and even with the alliance, regarding the distribution of this land It will also become a protracted wrangling. Of course, this is a matter in the more distant future. For the moment, the most direct impact after the wasteland is purified is that the large contaminated areas that originally belonged to the "four border countries" will be transformed from nameless territories. It becomes a land that can be cultivated.

Mortal nations are at war with the wasteland, but mortals cannot just fight, everyone needs to survive, and the empire also needs to prepare for the economic recovery and social focus shift after the war. A mighty "pioneering movement" is the most important thing. Good choice. The young Carrie might not have thought so far-reaching, she just made the decision to go to the border with a young character, but her father, Viscount Perlo, looked a little longer than she thought.

This is the first time in many years that her father promised herself so happily. Carrie was a little stunned for a while. She blinked her eyes in disbelief, and carefully asked again while looking at Viscount Perlo’s expression: "You Did you really agree?"

"You are an adult, and you have finished your studies in a foreign country. Now when it comes to a career, I am glad to see you choose to end the life of killing time at home," Viscount Perlo looked as serious as ever, he looked at My daughter’s eyes, "It’s just that I want to remind you that this matter is not as easy and romantic as many people think. We have not had a real pioneering action for many years. The bards have built too much on the pioneers. There are many heroic colors and romantic auras, but the first thing that true pioneers most often face is the tribulations and challenges. As for the glory and glory... it is often your turn to become famous.

"Carly, if you made the decision with a romantic vision for the border ranch, then you still have a chance to regret it. The same goes for your classmate Dana, but if you get to the border... then you have no turning back. The Perlo family allows caution and retreat, but never accepts deserters on the battlefield and cowards who renounce responsibility."

Carrie seemed to be frightened by her father’s extraordinarily solemn tone, but her determination did not waver at all. Her father’s words only made her want to understand her decision more clearly. She didn’t know if she would become an image. Wen Cecil is a pioneering hero who goes down in history, but she vaguely feels that an era as vigorous as seven hundred years ago seems to be approaching herself.

Perhaps... in this tide that can be called the "third pioneering", she also has the opportunity to leave her name.

...

On the front line, a group of huge figures was hovering high in the sky. The black dragon headed slightly lowered its head, and the pale golden vertical pupils reflected the distant horizon. The high-altitude cold air current is whizzing outside the protective barrier, the giant wings are cutting the sky, and the magic flow sensed by the ends of the wings is a bit restless and chaotic, but compared with more than half a month ago, the magic flow in the high-altitude area is already available at this moment. "Gentle and orderly" to describe it.

As those anthropologists have said, the blocking wall is working, and the magic field of alienation and distortion in the wasteland is gradually being sorted out and purified. This change is not only obvious on the surface, but also in the sky, even as a dragon group. For the black dragon species that is relatively slow in perception of magic power, Coretta can also clearly feel this change during the flight.

The companion's low roar came from nearby, and the black dragon Coretta's gaze retracted from a distance, and also responded with a low growl. She had already seen those ugly monsters moving on the surface in chaos and disorder, blind and ignorant, and appeared facing the sky. Long Ying knew neither looking for shelter nor organizing anti-aircraft firepower. Now those monsters can hardly be called "enemies" anymore. At best, they are just dirt on this land.

"This is the First Flying Group of the Tarrond Expeditionary Force," Coretta lowered her head slightly and said to the magic net communicator she was carrying. This device was compared with the "Omega Communication Network" of Tarrond in the past. It looks a little crude, but the dragon civilization is no longer brilliant. This kind of small device made by humans has been fully installed on every soldier of the Tarrond Expeditionary Army. Coretta herself is now used to it. Visually confirm the ground targets...there are a lot of them, and it seems that their assembly point is indeed here."

"Received," Commander Gina Prince's voice came from the communicator, "The Earthly Dawn is performing a component airdrop mission, destroying all the aberrations in the assembly area, and don't let them have a chance to disturb the purification device. "

"Received, we are about to attack the ground." Coretta responded in a deep voice, then let out a low growl, and began to lower the height while circling. At the same time, every inch of scales on her body began to float with a layer of iron gray texture. In the flowing brilliance, she seemed to have turned into a black cloud falling from the sky, wrapped in ruinous majesty. Behind her, the flying brigade of 96 dragons also began to descend at the same time, with a low roar and magical power. "Zizi" sounded at the same time, Coretta felt the hot energy in his chest had risen to the apex, and opened his mouth to the earth. The destructive flames leaned down like a torrent, and the dark earth blinked. It was ignited by the dragon's breath full of magic!

Until this time, the monsters who were staggering on the earth finally reacted and began to counterattack in a hurry in the overwhelming breath of the dragon. A series of dark red energy beams or magic missiles shot from the surface to the sky, intertwined into a chaotic but unorganized A powerful barrage, but for a powerful dragon, this level of anti-aircraft firepower is far from a deadly threat.

Coretta quickly climbed through the air defense barrage, rushed forward, and got rid of those slow-reacting magic missiles at the fastest speed. After rushing out of the barrage range, Coretta immediately turned around, and began another round of dive, breath, and Speeding up the climb, the flying brigade composed of ninety-six dragons is like a net of knives that constantly slashes over the earth. The torrent of destruction formed by the dragon’s breath sweeps through the wasteland one after another, and those deformed bodies are released by instinct. The barrage can hardly catch these figures running across the sky. Even if a part of the missiles and beams are lucky to hit a certain dragon warrior, the damage caused is far from enough to make these defenses more exaggerated than the walls. The air overlord fought down from the sky.

Coretta galloped in the sky, accurately performing every tactical movement, diving and accelerating, breathing and climbing. The air defense firepower from the surface intertwined behind her into a net. The sound of explosions and howling filled the senses, and she was in a trance. As if seeing the past scene of her speeding in the huge arena, the full set of mechanized prostheses roared in the overload, and the opponents roared around. She rushed to the ring that represented the champion, the salute sounded, and the audience was in the audience. The cheers are like a mountain and a tsunami...

She flew low for the last time, turning the magic surging in her chest into flames and splashing onto the ground. The dying roar of aberrations and biochemical beasts was heard in the flames. In the subsequent climbs, this one had achieved the limit. The black dragon with the title of Arena champion opened his mouth slightly, his sharp fangs glowing with metallic brilliance in the sun.

Compared to the crazy and distorted arena, such a battlefield is meaningful. It was indeed a correct decision to sign up for the expeditionary army.

Coretta hovered in the air, the dragon group regrouped behind her, and part of the wounded dragons began to return to the direction of the Earthly Dawn under the cover of their companions. Coretta led the remaining warriors to continue patrolling the scene. On the battlefield, they have to make sure that those disgusting monsters are turned into ashes before they can leave.

Seeing the flames flowing on the ground, Coretta suddenly remembered what the other party had mentioned when chatting with Melita: It is said that the human emperor Gawain Cecil met the dragon for the first time in a similar situation. Down, at that time, Merita had just purified the old Cecil collar destroyed by the distortion with flames. Under the dragon’s breath, the pioneering hero of mankind and the dragon observer from Tarrond are far away. It’s a pity that Merita’s eyes are not good. Well, she didn't see anything at the time, or she learned about it later.

In a sense, the dragon’s “being connected” with this season’s civilization began from that time when the dragon’s breath was burned, and now the dragon’s breath is flowing on the ground once again, the identity of the dragon has become The expeditionary army sent by Tarrond to the Loren Continent has become a member of the many front-line troops that mortal nations fight against the disaster of civilization... Destiny is really unimaginable.

"Captain, this area has been purified," a deep voice rang in her ears, awakening Coretta from her thoughts, "Do you want to return to the Earthly Dawn?"

Coretta let out a low growl and glanced across the ground for the last time. After a while, she nodded slightly: "It looks burnt clean, we are going to return... Wait, there... I seem to feel something!"

Her gaze suddenly fell on a piece of open ground near the center of the battlefield. The flames there had just burned down, and the ground was still showing a dark red hot state. Everything that seemed to be able to burn had been burned out, but Coretta did. Just now I felt a faint magic wave coming from that direction, and now this wave disappeared again, but it seemed to be deliberately hiding himself.

"There are things buried in the ground," Coretta said as she lowered her height, "Let's go down and dig."

"Could it be the'root network' of those dark priests?" Several dragon fighters lowered their altitude, and one of them said while flying, "That thing is buried in the ground, and sometimes it can be dug out..."

"It's not like, I dug into the root network, that thing will not release perceptible magical fluctuations, and that thing is very fragile, in order to control the distortion, it is buried very shallow, the surface is bombed underground after indiscriminate bombardment. The root system is basically dead, but the one just now...I think it is buried very deep, and it seems to be releasing something outward..."

...

Rebecca hurriedly came to the comprehensive laboratory of the Earthly Dawn. As soon as he entered the room, he saw a "big guy" lying on the center platform of the laboratory.

It was a mass of biological tissue that had lost its vitality. It looked as tall as a person, with large masses of twisted and deformed muscles and fibers entangled together, and there were countless dense, plant-like structures like roots and roots from the ravines on its surface. It grows out of it, and there are some thick tubular structures at the bottom with obvious cut marks.

This thing is so weird and creepy, just looking at it, Rebecca seemed to be able to imagine it constantly expanding and shrinking while "alive", which made her immediately give up taking something and poking it up. I have the urge to take a look, but anyway, as the chief engineer of the Earthly Dawn, she also has a lot of dealings with the "mastermind" of this fortress, and has undergone more effective training in aesthetics, so the mentality at this time is actually Very good, after quickly suppressing the nausea in my heart, he turned to look at the assistant researcher aside: "This is what Coretta dug up in the'assembly area' on the east side?"

"Yes, Your Highness," the research assistant immediately nodded and replied. "Miss Coretta said that this thing was buried deep underground, and it was still'alive' until it was first dug out, but soon it spontaneously It died. This thing hadn't suffered any damage before then, as if it had received a death order and committed suicide. After confirming that the life reaction had ceased, Coretta cut it off the root network..."

"No wonder, when I came here just now, I saw Coretta spit on the railing beside the deck, and her wings cramped..." Rebecca didn't know where she was thinking, and suddenly said, "She's afraid not I cut my mouth while digging..."

As soon as I said this, half of the researchers around the scene almost vomited...

But Rebecca herself didn't notice this. She just circled the experimental platform twice with interest, and looked at the strange biological tissue. It looked like some kind of very functional organ, and the intelligence showed It "growns" on the enemy's root network, but in the past so long, the alliance troops have destroyed such a large range of root network, but they have never found such a similar thing, this is really... interesting.

The only regret is that Rebecca can't understand this stuff.

"This is an area I'm not good at... If it is rune or mechanically driven, it would be better," she scratched her head and muttered with a headache. I heard that the frontline troops dug out incredible things from the ground before. The stuff was sent back to the laboratory, and she rushed to see it happily, but now she realized that this was not something in her professional field at all, which made her a little regretful, "I have to let the druid see... "

"Master Pittman has been notified. The master should be able to give professional judgment," an assistant researcher said immediately. "He is coming from the medical ship. At this time, he should be..."

"I'm here, I'm here, no matter what, what made me identify..." Before the assistant researcher's voice, Pittman's voice suddenly came from the direction of the laboratory door, the chief druid of the empire yelled. He ran into the room and saw the strange biological tissue on the platform for the first time, his eyes widened suddenly, "My mother...what is this? You got this meaty hairy? "

Pittman, the chief archdruid of the empire, was very professional when he spoke.