Sword of Daybreaker

In the fire moon that is approaching in the midsummer, all the troops of the Alliance finally advanced to the edge of the central plain of the old Gondor Empire. In history, this plain was once called the "Talash Greenland", which was once occupied by all the wisdom of the entire Loren continent. The imperial capital, regarded by the race as the pearl of the race, is located on this vast and fertile land. Seven centuries ago, there was the most advanced magic city in the whole continent, the busiest air, surface and subway traffic, and the largest scale. The man is on duty at the hydroponic farm.

  Even after seven hundred years, the splendor of Talash Green can still be found in historical scrolls.

However, after all, it was the glory of seven hundred years ago. Everything on this plain has been annihilated by the powerful magic that erupted from the Deep Blue Well and the erosion of the long years. Except for the history books and the database of the Ophelia Matrix, No one can see the shadows of the past from this land full of contaminated soil and deformed monsters. When the soldiers of the Alliance Army entered the Talash Plain, all they encountered were corruption, poison, and out of control monsters. Energy environment, and endless monsters ten times more crazy than before.

The First Legion of the Cecil Empire on the northern line and the Typhon Winter Wolf Knights on the eastern line entered the Tarash Plain at almost the same time. After the train cannon and legion-class thermal rays swept across the land, they immediately Encountered a powerful counterattack from the Wasteland Legion. Countless monsters swarmed from all directions. The sky and the earth were filled with twisted and mutated limbs. In the strange thick fog, the deformed body was in the air in front of everyone. It emerges out of thin air, and its tenacious will to fight and the agility of action are far beyond the rabble of the previous few days.

Marianne tightened the belt used to fix the enchanting breastplate, and then pressed one hand on the hilt of the knight sword (in such a battlefield, in most cases this sword is only used as an officer's decoration), and the other Holding the communication crystal engraved with complex runes in one hand, she and her soldiers were stationed in a frontline bunker temporarily constructed by magic. The simple structure of the bunker was housed with high-powered focus crystals and a set of crystals. The complex magic magnification array, which can amplify, guide and extend the legion-level spells to the farther battlefield, is an indispensable facility for the legion to move forward.

A layer of "mud" was surging on the distant plain, and monstrous hostility was being uploaded from countless roaring mutant creatures in the "mud". A strange purple-black thick fog floated above the surface, and there were many in the fog. The shadowy things are gradually taking shape. It is the distortions that are entering the real world from the real and virtual boundaries. A large number of monsters will bring an alienated environment, and the alienated environment can "release" more monsters, and power in this wasteland In the most prosperous core region, this terrible cycle is endless.

Mariannu watched the tide, trying to control her heartbeat and breathing. Her soldiers were in their posts, and everyone was nervous. These people are no longer recruits. They were on the previous battlefield. I have seen blood and killed enemies, but in the most central area of ​​this wasteland, even veterans of the Hundred Wars will feel nervous.

  The transmission crystal in his hand suddenly vibrated and heated, and a calm male voice came from it: "Guide point No. 26, confirm the signal."

"This is Guidance Point No. 26," Marianne said reflexively, and at the same time looked back at the half-buried crystal and the rune array around the crystal, "The charge has reached the threshold and can be released at any time. "

   "Understand, the battle begins, good luck."

A deep buzzing sound echoed between the rune array and the crystal, and powerful legion-level spells began to take shape over this fortress. Soldiers controlled the magic nodes everywhere, focusing the spells on those constantly coming in. Above the monster, in the sky, the vaguely three-dimensional rune array has gradually taken shape, among the layer after layer of rune phantom, the electric spark filled with destruction energy crackles.

  Mariannu's gaze turned to the plain outside the bunker, she gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, feeling her heartbeat becoming steady and powerful again.

The relaxed and happy battlefield training is over. The time of playing with the cannon fodder distortions in the marginal area of ​​the wasteland has passed. The recruits have seen blood and fire. Next, they have to face this survival and death. The real look of the battle.

In the far northwestern sky, a group of eye-catching red light suddenly burst in the clouds, and under the rapidly spreading ball of light, there are flashes of artillery fire and waves of air rising in the sky. The thunderous muffled sound has spread along the earth. Come, like a drum of war, shaking everyone's heart. That is the forerunner of the Cecilians. They have already handed over the Wasteland Legion entrenched on the plain.

  Mariannu took a breath, and then slowly exhaled: "The show has begun..."

On the 32nd of the Fire Moon, the Alliance Northern Front and Eastern Front Legions took the lead in contacting the first batch of aberrations around the Tarash Plain, and they fought fiercely with the real main force of the Wasteland Legion. In just one day, the two imperial forward troops were facing each other. The Tarash Plains, which is full of deformed bodies, put out firepower equivalent to the past week. After paying a certain amount of casualties, the First Army led by General Philip and the Winter Wolf Knights led by General Andesa finally succeeded in breaking through the blocking of the deformed body. , Relying on superior firepower to "empty" a place to stand on the plain.

Subsequently, the engineers erected the purification device in this narrow foothold. During the forty-eight hours of holding, the two legions each repelled dozens of attacks from the enemy and successfully activated the purification tower. The mortal kingdoms finally extended the blocking wall to the Tarash Plain and to the gate of the Deep Blue Well. After 700 years, the artificial lights representing the civilized world finally burned again in the hinterland of this ancient country.

After the offensives led by the two empires of Cecil and Typhon achieved victories, the Western and Southern Alliance forces finally successfully entered the Talash area, relying on the powerful firepower from the Earthly Dawn and the support of the Siren Expeditionary Army. The coalition forces on the two fronts also laid a pioneer position and erected their own purification devices. At this point, the four legions from the mortal civilizations have finally advanced to the core area of ​​the Gondor Wasteland, and they are facing each other near the Deep Blue Well. .

Although the blocking wall has not yet closed, the terrible "creeping disaster" is still weighing on everyone's heart. Countless distortions and biochemical synthetic beasts are attacking the front-line bunkers and trenches like nightmares. When it came, the soldiers on the front could already see a brilliant beam of light piercing the sky at the end of the horizon, and saw a hazy halo shining in the distance. The halo came from the Deep Blue Well, and the beam was from other legions. The purification tower erected in the wasteland is on the ground full of polluted and deformed creatures, and the various line legions have become a watchman.

  ...

The rumble of "thunder" sounded in the distant battlefield, a large number of edge units disappeared in the formed ground, and then regenerated in this continuously compressed wasteland environment, and the counterattack firepower from the direction of the deep blue well kept on. Sweeping the ground, adding casualties that are meaningless to the Wasteland Legion, delaying the fate of the final line of defense collapse.

On this vast purple-black ground, a black structure uplifted like a mountain is slowly moving towards the dark blue well. There are countless deformed limbs and indefinite flesh and blood tentacles extending from the edge of it, like some kind Multi-legged insects crawl on the ground like a certain mollusk. The ordinary biological concept has lost its meaning in this behemoth. He...or "it", is just constantly reacting to the most striking energy at this moment. Climb, never stop for a moment.

The artillery fire from mortal civilization is killing its "herd". It doesn’t care about it. The high-energy beams from the Deep Blue Well leave terrifying scars on its body. It seems to be totally unconscious, in the deepest part of this behemoth. , Supported by wood and bone pillars and wrapped in a chitin shell, a twisted treant that once symbolized a mortal has shown a completely dry and disintegrated posture, and it is no longer a creature that looks like it. The organization collapsed on the dark red "ground", and in the center of the biological organization, there was a round platform full of runes rising from it. The gleaming ball was slowly beating.

  The sphere is blurry, as if a heart is immersed in it, and as if a brain is floating.

Borken is asleep here, repeating memory after memory in a dream that cannot be awakened. Those "noises" that used to whistle in the depths of its thinking have all disappeared. Those who have tried to remove it The cry of awakening now only left Ruoyuowu's dreams, and Borken was satisfied, as the Elf Gemini promised, when the assimilation was completed, it really couldn't hear those annoying voices anymore.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, it climbed up a hill. This hill was once part of the outermost defensive zone of the Deep Blue Well, but the Legion of Wasteland crushed it, and the guard tower, which had stood for hundreds of years, turned into a twisted metal in the earth. The wreckage, the scorching iron man core, cooled in the mud. It looked towards the end of its crawling and saw a huge crater like a crater, which was once the capital of Gondor.

A "pointed cone"-like structure formed by the accumulation of molten crystals lies quietly in the center of the deep pit. A dazzling white stream of light is erupting from the top of the cone at this moment, and the entire deep pit is now shrouded in a The thick layer of shield, the stream of light blends into the shield, making this layer of protective barrier incredibly tough.

Borken stretched out his "hand". It was an indeterminate limb that split and grew from the soft flesh and blood. It touched the shield with this limb, as if a flying insect greedily wanted to touch the light. In the next second, huge pain passed back to its consciousness through the nerves in its limbs. It felt that its limbs were directly annihilated and eroded by some powerful energy, which made it wailing in the dream.

  At this moment, a voice suddenly came into its mind: "Stop, Borken."

  Whose voice is this? It sounds familiar... The voice seems to come from a pair of sisters, but Borken can't remember their names and looks.

"Stop, Borken," the voice rang again, this time with a clearer instruction, "take root underground, you should be able to feel an energy gap there, it comes from a branch of the Deep Blue Well. Don’t you want endless power? Then draw on its power, draw as much as you can."

Borken did not think too much, part of its limbs have begun to extend into the depths of the earth. It easily pierced the collapsed ancient subways, communication tunnels and the outer bunkers that have been abandoned by the Ophelia Matrix. In a very deep position, he finally touched the strong energy pulse.

  That is the blood vessel of this planet, the blood flow of this planet, the sweet and mellow heartbeat of this planet, it is something it desperately needs.

Lerna is standing in a biological chamber below the "ventricle". A clear image is emerging from the surface of part of the wall of this chamber. It is divided into a dozen grids, showing the distant battlefield and the dark blue well barrier. , The stubborn Ironman Corps and the tunnels spreading deep underground.

  The sound of footsteps came from the side, and Lena did not look back. She heard a voice coming from behind: "It started to absorb energy, and began to use energy to prop up the ‘crack’ according to our instructions."

   "The control node is also working normally... The barrier between the realms is gradually being weakened," Leerna said softly, "It's almost... the end of this stupid reincarnation is about to come..."

"It's a pity that all this didn't follow the plan at the beginning. There were many variables in the middle." Ferna's tone seemed a bit regretful, but the smile on her face remained unchanged. "In our original plan. , All this could have ended faster and more thoroughly."

"But now it has an interesting process," Lena narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was feeling something. "Did you feel it? Those blazing will... The mortal army has surrounded the entire battlefield, they are Attacking us from all directions, a weak, loose, and changeable race is now exploding with surprising power. We have never seen this... haven't we?"

   "Yes, interesting process," Ferna said softly. "The weak races trapped in the vortex of fate are trying to control the vortex itself. I almost start to expect them to succeed this time."

  Lierna did not speak, but after a few seconds of silence, she suddenly raised her head again, her gaze seemed to be looking at something in the distance through the thick biological tissue and the vast battlefield: "Did you feel it?"

"I feel it,'he' is coming," Ferna's smile on her face was even greater, and even her tone of voice seemed to be really happy. "Our good neighbor and our'brother' are interesting. He actually took his The mortal body came in person..."

  Lierna also laughed. She and Ferna said in unison: "For the first time in 1.8 million years, we are so close..."

  ...

  At the command center on the northern front of the Alliance, Gawain suddenly looked in the direction of the Deep Blue Well.

  All he saw was the wall on which the tactical map was hung. The four bright red arrows on the map pointed to the deep blue well in the center of the wasteland.

   "What's the matter with you?" Amber's voice came from the side, sounding like he was taken aback by Gawain's sudden reaction, "Why all of a sudden..."

"It's okay," Gao Wen sighed, turned his head and refocused on the holographic sand table on the tactical table in front of him, and nodded gently to Philip on the other side, "Go on, we are only one step away from the Deep Blue Well. It’s a long way away, but this step is not easy to go over... The'Crawl Disaster' is blocking us and the Deep Blue Well, and it seems that...or the'sentinel' behind it has already noticed our existence. "