Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The alchemist group motivated the alchemy puppets to attack with their spiritual power.

Purely handmade, focusing on enchanting reinforcement, selecting materials from thousands of miles, and exquisitely designed, driven by magical energy, the master engraves the magic pattern, and drives the levers, gears and bearings to drive strong power.

The mechanical war dog is light and swift, rushing like the wind, traversing the battlefield, and a small crossbow platform is erected on the back, equipped with five bursts of bursting bolts and five poisonous cloud bolts.

The colossus is heavy and huge, its defense is tyrannical, and its strength is powerful. It can be arrayed for defense, and it can also throw attacks at a distance. It can absorb blood and mud to strengthen its body and resist spells.

There are also obsidian golems soaring in the air, equipped with small alchemical bombs.

The Clockwork Warrior wields four slender blades that cut like the wind.

The fixed turret is twisted with heavy strings, the heavy crossbow bolts are enchanted with a precise transmission system, and the large sights with precise shooting and fatal blows are aiming at the alchemical chariot running like a high wind.

This is the experimental weapon of the mechanical transmission school of the Muyue Alchemy Armament Department.

What they are after is more powerful power, more efficient transmission system, lower price, more efficient production in a wider range, more output, and finally produce alchemy weapons that can replace flesh and blood, not the current royal family Supplement to the Army Sequence.

In a situation where martial arts are prevalent and the Glory of the Continental Army is all the rage, such an idea can be called a deviant idea. It wants to completely kick the brave elf warriors out of the battlefield, and let the war be made by cold metal bodies and a group of alchemists hiding behind. Warlocks are here to fight, so what are the battle-hardened generals and the warriors who relentlessly sharpen their skills? What honor is there in such a war?

The most important thing is that this will lead to the unemployment of the soldiers and the loss of the voice and social status of the vast majority of mid-level and lower-level officers and even upper-level generals - so **** your mother, Gan Runiang, and go to the big liar.

Therefore, the mechanical transmission school has encountered a lot of indifference, exclusion and ridicule since its establishment.

The mainstream alchemy weaponry has inherited the fine traditions of the Phoenix King Malekis era, and has been consistently praised and supported by the Army. The pursuit of big is good, big is beauty, and likes to create large, powerful heavy-duty magic tools, even shocking elves. , The magnificent and magnificent super decisive weapon provides all kinds of battlefield support for the invincible Royal Army, but it is only support. In charging, capturing victory and glory, the warrior of the elves is the eternal protagonist.

For a behemoth, reform and change is a very painful thing.

Because the resistance and inertia are too great.

The leader of the mechanical transmission school, the alchemist master Majes has always been ostracized by his peers and treated coldly by the military. Even as an alchemist who attended the Austrian law council, he had to join the Goethe expedition to participate in this "real war exercise". ”, he hopes to show the role of alchemy weapons in this war that is not paid much attention by the parliament, in order to attract the attention of some army generals.

Yes, this war against Goethe was not even taken seriously by the Dusk Moon Council. The gap between the national strengths of the two countries was so great that no one would doubt the outcome of the war.

Until the Kant mass projection destroyed the five Dragon Banner Legions.

When the expeditionary force launched the offensive again, in the face of the battlefield news passed back, the staff of the expedition force realized that Kant was also very difficult as an alchemist. That unheard of alchemy chariot was actually an equally terrible war machine. , the threat of Aurora Kant is not limited to the terrifying forbidden spell that destroys the army and the city, he can easily destroy an army without that trick.

Out of the idea of ​​"No matter who it is, let's send it up and try to stop that guy", Master Majesty and his alchemy weapon came to mind.

And deployed to the fourth and first line of defense composed of pure elf troops.

Such contempt and disdain can no longer make Master Majesty angry, because he has obtained reports about the previous battles and even earlier, about the results and intelligence of Kant's alchemy chariot.

The content made him both excited and horrified.

It also prompted him to agree to such a call and go to the battlefield.

Because he realized that the alchemy chariot may be shining with the light of the next era.

This light may be in front of the road he has traveled so far, or it may be the light of a completely different road. He is extremely afraid of these two possibilities. The former means that the people of Aurora have walked far ahead of him. The latter may even deny the path he has chosen in this life.

After all, his most proud work can't kill an army alone.

But he still came.

Hearing about such an alchemy weapon, how could you not see it with your own eyes and fight it?

So here he is.

The battlefield was filled with blood and gunpowder, and the pungent smell was accompanied by a loud roaring noise.

Alchemist Majess stared at the shadow of war.

Through the description and report after the event, it is far from the real usefulness of what he saw with his own eyes. At least when Majess saw the shape of the alchemy chariot, he suddenly burst into some inspiration and thought.

He realized almost immediately that the shape of this chariot was not just the designer's preference, but the accumulation of countless experiences and wisdom, which made his heart sink.

He could smell blood and death from the raised and fired weapons erected all over the chariot.

Constant fire, constant loud noise.

The high-speed metal arrows roared in the air, and he saw an array of heavy shield soldiers being torn apart with ease, looking at the huge blood holes and the disfigured internal organs that burst open from the backs of the soldiers. I also understand why the head of the metal arrow is not sharp.

This was enough to make him even more shocked and terrified.

The power of chariots and weapons comes from the sophistication of wisdom. The countless arrows with almost identical workmanship may be due to countless manpower, but the small design details on the top of the arrows are not the inspiration of genius and workmanship, but must be countless **** deaths. , Accumulation of experience after brutal killing.

Aurora Kant... Is he really Aurora?

Over there, what happened?

All kinds of thoughts passed by in a flash, but the war is urgent, the battlefield is changeable, and the murderous intention is coming, and the alchemist has no time to think about it.

Verify a few things.

And prove it to this Aurora.

Prove the power, will and honor of the elves.

Perhaps the strength is slightly insufficient, but in the face of a strong enemy, there is still no lack of courage to take on the challenge.

The obsidian golem swooped down from the sky, the mechanical war dog ran from the wings, the crossbow platform aimed itself, the colossus bumped its fists, lifted the boulder, and the whole body was surrounded by mud, and the clockwork warriors and golems lined up.

Master Majesty's eyes shone brightly, and with a finger, he released his weapon of war.

The huge and heavy baggage slammed into the truck and put down the pallet, the canvas was lifted, and a huge copper-yellow sphere with the height of two people was engraved on the surface of forged steel. The high-speed alchemy chariot collided.

The horn of the podium blew, the remnants scattered, and the alchemy troops under the command of Master Majesse scattered with two wings, and the huge copper **** turned with a bang, unstoppable, running and charging.

The Hummer turned to meet the copper ball, the artillery was deployed, and a hail of bullets shot out, but Majesty's thoughts were like a wheel, and the magic was urging, the copper ball kept moving, the surface circled rapidly, and there was a strong wind and cold current lingering on the surface, The projectiles, which were densely shot like a meteor shower, were constantly blocked and bounced, and sparks were scattered.

"It is recorded that the poleless crossbow arrow penetrates the armor, is extremely fast, and has extremely strong strength, but it is not without weaknesses, no arrow shaft, no tail feather, and lack of enough space for enchanting, so the ballistic can be weakened by the interference of wind spells, it is not as good as refined arrows Stable, the effect of atmospheric shield-type spells is particularly obvious, heavy armor is still effective, but the specific armor configuration still needs to be tested... Not indestructible, at least need to dodge and hide..."

There is a shorthand of the apprentice next to him, and Majes keeps talking, and his eyes are even more radiant.

In an instant, the copper ball roared to the front, and the two sides were about to collide. It was the alchemy chariot turning its wheels, drifting and flicking its tail, avoiding the copper ball, but when the two passed by, Majes's surprise attack just unfolded. .

The magic pattern shines brightly, the surface of the tightly fitted copper ball suddenly bounces off, the top blooms like a lotus flower, and the huge body stretches out like a hero statue. The left arm is a ballista equipped with ten heavy blasting bolts, and the right arm is a A propulsive warhammer powered by a three-state transformation of the water system.

Centurion's war armor, the mobile collision form is a huge copper ball that is like a broken bamboo, ramming back and forth. In the killing form, the upper body is a humanoid mechanical battle puppet, and the lower body is a high-speed mobile hemisphere.

The two sides staggered past, and the centurion instantly turned into a fighting form. This was a long-planned raid. The alchemy weapon raised the warhammer, reversed its direction, and slammed into the top of the alchemy chariot.

At the same time, the alchemists who had been practicing with their leader and mentor for a long time manipulated their alchemy weapons at the same time. On the other hand, he lowered his body, waved his weapon, and came to cover and kill at a high speed.

This is an inevitable hit.

The alchemists were eager to build their exploits here.

With such cooperation and such a surprise attack, they are confident and the other party is hard to resist.

But at this moment, the sound of mechanical interlacing roared.

The shell of the alchemy chariot also popped open suddenly.

The next moment, the front of the car was planted to the ground, the rear of the car was lifted into the air, the body expanded in the air, and thousands of cold and complex parts reorganized and meshed with amazing attitude and speed, hydraulic propulsion, engine roar, gear meshing, bearing running, The Transformers separated their hands, pressed the ground, pushed hard, and leaped again, dodging the deadly heavy crossbow bombardment, and the alchemy bomb exploded behind him.

The waist is twisted, the wheels of the legs are twisted, Horus rolls over a circle, half kneels to the ground, left and right hands are raised at a 135-degree angle, armed in place, left hand 30mm rapid-fire chariot gun, right hand wheeled grenade launcher , the six-barreled M61A1 Vulcan gun on the shoulder began to hum and turn.

Artillery roared.

The three boulders thrown were blown up in the air, the gravel splashed, the Vulcan cannon swept across the sky, the five gargoyles shattered in the air, and the 30mm rapid-fire gun fired at the fixed ballista turret, which exploded in an instant, causing the turret to shatter and collapse. The grenades flew everywhere like a goddess scattered flowers, covering the war dogs, clockwork warriors and golems.

Then Horus retracted the wheeled grenade launch tube in his right hand, and the rear module bounced open. It grabbed the door-like great sword, and held the throttle on the hilt. The flames were scorching, blazing like brilliance, and it turned towards the surprise attack. The Centurion's war armor was killed. On the road of the charge, the two war weapons raised the long-range weapon in their left hand at the same time.

After witnessing the process of the alchemy chariot transforming into a human form, Majesty was almost stunned on the spot.

Although it was on the battlefield and the battle was heating up, life was falling, and the crisis was just around the corner, but the alchemist still trembled involuntarily and his head went blank.

After witnessing that moment, he almost lost his ability to think.

"Gods..."

This is the common reaction of otherworldly beings who have witnessed the transformation of Horus up close.

The extreme performance of cold, orderly, steel, and machinery almost represents the supreme beauty of the industry. Every structure, every transmission, every gear, the combustion of the turbine, and the advancement of the lever together endow the steel with spirituality and the machinery. With strength, that is the end of the road, the end of everything.

His proud centurion, mechanical war dogs, and clockwork warriors are also the most perfect works developed with mechanical transmission as the core, through ingenious calculations and deductions, driven by magic energy... He Adhering to the school of mechanical transmission, until today, I have seen an unreachable peak.

A work that is complacent and proud of it is like the worst toy in front of this steel giant.

"This way..." he murmured, "is the right way..."

The stinging pain woke him up. The two giants crossed each other and faced each other. Majes took a deep breath. Facing this unprecedented and desperate enemy, the centurion raised his weapon again.

The magic energy roared, the gears turned, humming lowly, and the metal bodies clashed and collided again.

Fire bursts, guns roar.

Obviously, the alchemy weapons of the elves have fallen into the disadvantage, the horn of the podium sounded, the banners were raised, and the elves were rearranged and deployed, ready to launch an offensive.

So the fight continued for another twenty-two minutes.

There were corpses everywhere, and there was a smell of scorching everywhere. Majes fell to the ground, looking at the clear sky, his face was extremely pale, his spirit was severely damaged, and the battle that belonged to him ended in two minutes. Ruth slashed the centurion head-on, but in the one minute and fifty seconds of the confrontation, he saw Kant, the Aurora, quietly appear at the feet of the two giants, with a dim light shining around him.

At that time, the steel giant swung his great sword and stood with the centurion's warhammer, and both sides exerted force at the same time, which resulted in a stalemate. At this moment, Majess saw the Aurora reach out and touch the centurion's hemispherical mobile machine, The next moment, he disappeared with the centurion.

Also disappearing is the closer spiritual connection between Majess and the Centurion. For the alchemist master who is immersed in the war capital and the spiritual resonance is more dense, this is not stingy that the soul has been slashed, and it has been severely damaged almost instantly. His spirit caused him to be severely backfired and lost his ability to act.

He just lay on his back and looked at the sky absentmindedly, refusing the help of the students and his subordinates. He heard an endless roar and loud noise, which was the sound of enemy weapons being fired, and also heard a continuous The sound of the horn was the order to continue the attack. His battle was over, but the whistling of magic and arrows, the battle cry of the elves and the roar of the iron cavalry had not stopped.

But it finally stopped.

It lasted about twenty minutes.

Longer than the previous three battles combined.

Because this time the opponent is no longer the servant army, but the regular army of the elves. They did not flee in a panic because of the huge casualties and incomprehensible attacks, but continued to attack without hesitation, wave after wave, wave after wave. Wave after wave, until the last elf fell in blood.

Even if they have achieved substantial victory and want to leave, there are still elves who are still struggling to draw bows and arrows, chant incantations, and the remnants who fell in the pool of blood continue to stand up, regroup, and then the battle continues. , Kant ordered Horus to cover the battlefield with white phosphorus shells.

He stepped deeply and shallowly on the already muddy blood soil and walked to Majesty.

He was full of blood, and there was lingering exhaustion and arrogance.

It is one thing to rout an army, it is another thing to crush an army that is crumbling and fleeing, and it is another thing to slaughter an army that has always been imposing and attacking deathly.

The pressure on the attackers is increasing.

"You...what's the matter?"

His voice became deeper and deeper, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Majesty, and murmured: "Why don't you run? Do you know that you are doing bad things?"

Majesty looked at this Aurora, who was younger than expected, and said softly, "Who are you?"

Kant stared at him, and he looked at Kant.

"There is absolutely no such thing in Aurora, otherwise they would not be defeated at all, otherwise they would have unified the world..." The alchemist looked at Kant and murmured, "Who are you? Who are you?"

"I'm…"

Kant looked at him calmly, the murderous intent in his eyes was as strong as reality, and the whole person exuded a calm but crazy atmosphere. He fought for more than 20 minutes this time until he killed the last standing elf.

Horus fired white phosphorous bullets, the blazing fire burned the bare limbs, and sprayed thickened gasoline, causing the flames to burn, annihilating the possible resistance.

Behind Kant is a raging fire to burn the thick black smoke from the corpse.

"I'm just a human who wants to kill you all. Your bravery, indomitability and tenacity are used in the wrong place. This is Goethe's land. You are all bastards. I am the one who punishes you."

Majesty blinked, then gave a bitter smile.

"I see."

He says.

Mission has been completed.

Facing the enemy head-on, let him experience the courage of the elves, confirm the light on the road ahead, and understand that his path is correct. Now, he should complete the final mission.

The light of the next era should not be held in the hands of human beings.

There was a dim light in his eyes.

During this period of time, the long and thick vitality of internal organs, magic power and even elves have been transformed into a living alchemy bomb, and his life has come to an end.

A figure flashed in his mind.

Sorry, I can't go back.

The surging energy in the body has been suppressed to the extreme.

—Then, a hand was placed on his face.

Kant's cold and gloomy eyes met his.

The next moment, the violent and terrifying spiritual power descended on Majes, covering his whole body, restraining the violent power, and then, the alchemist felt that his soul was grasped by a giant hand, crushed, everything he had. Being exposed to fate, annihilated, strangled, and painfully dissipated.

The brilliance poured out from the master's eyes and was absorbed by Kant's eyes. The broken soul fragments integrated the most essential and proud skills into the soul of the fire thief, as well as a trace of the most profound memory fragments before death.

An innocent, restrained and shy and beautiful figure stopped in his mind and never dissipated.

For a long time, Kant stood up slowly, the smoke of the battlefield behind him dissipated, the flames were burning, and the billowing black smoke column rushed to the sky, condensing and not dispersing, like a dark sky.

"Are wars without winners?"

He asked Puxue Jiansheng a question, but the other party could not answer.

Aang hugged Kant and said softly: "Otherwise, we will go back to the island and leave it alone."

Kant shook his head slowly.

So Achiang and Snowfall Sword Saint took the time to adjust and rest. Horus ran the battlefield and dragged a few carts of baggage: "Father, I found this."

The canvas was opened, and it was an alchemy puppet like a mechanical war dog, which should be a spare replacement.

Kant's eyes flickered, and one of the mechanical war dogs shook, and then stood up slowly.

"Take it back, it may be useful."

Until the Snowfall Sword Saint finished resting, Hilmelia looked at Kant's silent face, silent for a moment, and said, "Teddariel owes you, I don't know how to pay it back."

Kant just glanced at her, then shattered the space and returned to the white mist world.

Then, without stopping, reverse the flow of time and reach the earth.

The yellow sand was blowing, and the dry air was blowing in his face. He stood on the top of the mountain and looked down. Horus stopped by his side and said in a low voice: "Father..."

"How am I supposed to look my father in the eyes? Why should I do this for Goethe?"

Kande was sullen.

He had drifted in another world before, and had also experienced wars and killed countless people. It was another life. He thought he was used to it, but he could meet his relatives again, and his father watched with worry, disappointment, uneasiness and pain. Only then did he realize that , how different he has become.

Is it worth it for Goethe?

"I don't know, you are my father, and you have a father." Horus said slowly, "You said that you have your father to teach you..."

"Maybe it's better for them to think I'm dead... Horus, I'm wrong, there is no son, and I hope my father will teach me a lesson."

Kant rubbed his face, and then the chilling and gloomy expression on his face disappeared.

A relaxed and peaceful smile appeared on his face.

He slid down the mountain, into the cave, broke the barrier, went deep, and hugged his father.

"It's okay, let's continue on our way to save those mercenary friends."

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PS1: Six thousand words.

PS2: Ah, Calvin is so uncomfortable... I haven't slept well in the past two days, and it's even more uncomfortable to write, but the next plot will be fun all the way to the end, and the final emotional foreshadowing has been completed.