Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The dancing tentacles drilled out of the deep well, waving at lightning speed, precisely roll up the living people and drag them back into the huge, bottomless well.

The old island owner kneeled on the ground reverently, turning a blind eye and deaf ear to all this.

The crying, questioning, scolding and screaming around him had nothing to do with him.

Even if these people had been his most loyal subordinates, his most docile servants, his best friends - but so what?

Subordinates can be retrained to recruit, slaves can be retrained to teach, friends... Ha.

As long as he has the power, money and power, more friends will still come.

He just heard the wind whistling in his ears and thought of the deep well.

When our ancestors came to this island, this magnificent underground palace has long been established. His ancestors just built another great castle on the top of this mountain to protect the secrets in the mountain.

When he was young, he was entrusted by his elderly father with the secrets here, their greatest mission and meaning, and the way to communicate with the star palace. The response and gift from God made him ecstatic, and he followed the guidance even more diligently. Make tributes that please the Overmind.

They don't want sacrifices of flesh and blood, pure girls, or money. What they want is more illusory things. Money dominates the soul and sees justice tainted - they love this.

This is very evil and terrible. The so-called rulers of the star palace must not be serious gods. After discovering this, the young island owner felt panic and anxiety.

But soon, this instinctive unease was put behind him.

He took over his father's business, used money to control living beings, defiled the sanctity, provoked wars, bullied the weak, he recklessly enjoyed all the fun, treated people as pigs and dogs, and all kinds of indulgent pursuits were full of blasphemy and depraved sins, because He died innumerable numbers, but there was never a righteous and good **** to punish him, nor a hero according to the good oracle to punish him.

Nothing happened.

Evil goes unpunished.

Not only was there no punishment, but more and more people fell at his feet, praised him, and revered him. The poor who were exploited and bullied by him called him a lord, and regarded him as the object of praise and praise. It is about his kindness, generosity, and hard work. The saga of success with frugality is so much made up by shameless bards that sad pariahs believe it.

He has more and more friends, and powerful and powerful people from the mainland compete with him to make friends with him, help him do things, and become friends with him. Those so-called wise monarchs, upright ministers, wise and learned mages, and even Turn a blind eye to the dark side of his **** hands, pretend not to know.

The big men even looked like him.

That being the case, since evil cannot be punished, why be afraid?

When he realizes this, he gets worse, and ironically, the more he gets worse, the better his reputation, the more friends he has, the bigger his business.

He executes the decree of a completely evil god, seduces the evil side of souls with depraved desires, causes wars, degenerates people's hearts, and lets greed and evil rule the world. He works so hard, and the results are very good. , he should have been spurned and attacked by the "righteous forces", but the strange thing is that he is still bright and prestigious in the mortal world. The more bad things he does, the more respected he is.

It has been forty or fifty years now.

Having such a rich and bright life with such absurd, weird, absurd and black humor is enough to imagine how distorted the island owner's mind and three views are.

He can even sacrifice the whole island and even the entire sea as a sacrifice of flesh and blood without changing his face.

Just to please the gods he worships and believes in.

There are not many things that can make him fear and revere.

The laws and morals of the world cannot restrain such monsters. Apart from the gods in the star palace, only the things in the huge deep well of the star worship square can make him feel afraid.

His father entrusted him with the secrets and missions of the Star Palace.

Also took him to see this deep well.

gigantic.

He had stood by the edge of the well for thousands of times and looked down. It was bottomless and dark, which made him feel inexplicable fear. He had thrown dead people, living people and even livestock into it countless times. It can reverberate for a long, long time, until the terrifying, muffled sound of chewing and roaring oscillates.

Every time, that horrible roar would make him have nightmares all night.

The well didn't know where it led, and he didn't even dare to send someone to investigate, whether it was going down from the well or diving from the surrounding sea—an inexplicable fear stopped him from doing so.

He knew what the mission the Star Palace gave the ancestors was.

In addition to being a pushpin and pinning the communication between the East and West continents, there is also a task, which is feeding.

Yes, it's not repression, it's not guarding, it's not sealing.

Rather, it is time to feed and soothe.

Let the monster below, who doesn't know its face, stay there and do its thing.

And now, the messenger of the star palace has come to the mortal world.

It's coming out.

The countless tentacles gushing out of the well, rolling the creatures, the suckers on the tentacles can even tear up half of the face of the sacrifice, **** it up, chew it like a mouthpart, no matter how high or low, they are food, no matter if they run away or beg , Whether it is roaring or crying, the end is the same.

"Eat, eat."

The master of the star palace whispered with satisfaction: "I can feel its satisfaction and desire, and sure enough, it is faster to eat in person - far faster than letting the descendants hunt for food and send it back, right?"

Of course, the island owner said: "... um."

"Let it be fed, let it slowly revive, let its rage and tyrannical will return to its shell, over its instinctive appetite, and this terrifying predator will make the world tremble again..."

The other party showed a cruel smile.

"It has hunted a civilization, and it must have been a trivial matter to hunt down a newly born fire thief."

He raised his head and stretched out his arms: "Try to eat as much as possible! Reviving limbs that have not moved for a long time, awakening the relatives who have been sleeping due to hunger, this sea area is only the prelude to destruction, and the layout of the star palace has already been decided."

Although the awakening time was 20 years earlier, and that irritating and pathetic civilization has not yet perished, but now the situation has changed, another fire thief has appeared in this era, and the world is undergoing all kinds of uneasy changes - in this case, Star Palace's plan will also be launched early.

That is, at the right time, wake up this deep-sea monster that has come in handy.

"Predation, reproduction, reproduction, and proliferation, so that your children and grandchildren can be spread all over the seas of the world..." He sneered, "To completely interrupt the large number of commercial activities and sea trade transportation that have maintained the mortal world so far!"

This interrupts the...heartbeat of civilization.

The Master let out a pleasant laugh.

As if sensing his mood, the tentacles that came out of the deep well and waving all over the sky were also responding.

"With enough nutrition and flesh and blood, more and bigger adult family members should also appear from the deep sea..." He sneered and looked above his head, "The external pressure is getting bigger and bigger, Kant can't bear it anymore, he Will speed up, come to this castle, step into the trap we prepared for him."

He turned to look at the devout servant: "Mudblood, can your castle surprise him enough?"

"Definitely, Your Majesty."

"very good."

Once again, looking at the greedy and swift prey of the tentacles, such an intoxicated scene, watching these despicable mudbloods scream and cry and die in great pain, is really a wonderful pleasure.

He smiled and said: "Eat it... After eating the mudblood in this sea area, it should be enough for you to wake up completely, but before that, you can also come in handy - get ready to welcome the fire thief, he is coming. "

Large platform temporary camp.

"All the hot air balloons of the Survey Corps stationed in Far Harbor are here."

In front of Kant stood several Mage chiefs: "Now you have a new mission, to persuade, recruit and organize the spellcasters who are still in the Broken Isles. As former employees, Messi Zhu and Eric will cooperate with your actions. Use the fastest speed to understand the use of the Eye of Lucius, and drive them to each island, the advance team will take the dragon and helicopter to take the lead..."

"Listen, I want to know two things."

"First, find out the situation of the survivors on the islands as soon as possible, confirm the number and composition, and formulate a general outline and process for the next rescue plan."

"Second, win and persuade the management personnel and left-behind senior management of each island, and it is fine to bring them back first. My request is to do everything possible to pry valuable information out of their mouths."

"For example, precious talents, such as the treasury that stores high-value materials, military products, enchanted equipment and even currency, as well as the situation of strategic magic tool fortresses and ordinary fortifications."

"Especially the last one, focus on persuading those who stay behind and operate various magic tools to fight, and promise them that they have great autonomy, they can stick to the battle, and continue to use magic tools to resist and kill these monsters. , or leave immediately, I guarantee their safety."

Hearing this, several chief mages understood what Kant meant.

They rolled their eyes inwardly—probably to ensure the safety of various magic tools.

After occupying the big platform, His Royal Highness Kant poured out a large number of magic tools from the gate of space like a bean. When you look at the emblem, guess what, they are all equipment of the Royal Elf Army. Where did these things come from? There, it goes without saying, in short, the two elf chiefs are as uncomfortable as they want to eat shit, and the mages of the empire and the Arcane Council secretly have fun several times.

Now it's probably trying to repeat the old tricks and looting.

After all, big fists can do whatever they want. Now that the Broken Islands attacked their own side first, it is already a state of war. How to deal with the property of the defeated is the sacred prerogative of the victor, especially Uncle Kang’s unique spatial skills. Made for robbery.

His old man can even plant a mage tower at the designated attack position. It is estimated that it is not difficult to uproot a fortress-level magic tool.

It seems that the wealth, materials and even the talents that the Broken Isles have been operating for hundreds of years will all have to change their owners.

The chief mages glanced at each other, then nodded in unison.

What if you don't agree? Are you going to do damage in secret? What a joke.

Unconsciously, Kant's performance today has gradually conquered the rebellious navies of various countries. In such a crisis, he did not abandon any ship's personnel, leading them through most of the sea, landing here, all the way. Get here, build a solid defense, any soldier aspires to fight under such a leader - invincible, and will do his best to protect everyone's life.

Anyway, the sea monsters are rampant in the outside world, and there are many tragic images, while our side is waiting safely in the fortified high wall and the long river of flames, eating instant noodles and singing songs. The rumbling sound of cannons is the most reassuring accompaniment. After this battle , almost all the soldiers have to plan to retire after going back and join His Highness Kant's subordinates.

Even spellcasters are no exception.

Several mage chiefs have been moved by this kind of thought, that is, the elves still have some psychological obstacles, and they even have a thought that makes them feel terrified.

— If Her Royal Highness Kant and Her Majesty the Queen become a good thing, it will be the best of both worlds.

In short, since His Highness has an order, let's do it.

"Okay, pay attention to safety, leave as soon as possible, go early and return early."

The casters saluted in unison, then turned to summon their subordinates and prepared to board the hot air balloon.

The advance team had already set off. Kant looked to the other side. The power armors with cold light were parked in a special area. The Doomsmen were being groomed. body.

It's very troublesome to do this, and you have to think of a better way to clean it up.

After all, the number of battle groups will definitely increase in the future.

Querion stood aside and watched eagerly, because Kant had a strict order forbidding idlers and others from approaching the Doom Warrior. The elf brother just watched eagerly.

Looking at the majestic armor, and also at the small body of the Doomsmen compared to him, the elf's bell-like eyes revealed deep envy, jealousy and hatred - is that so? That's it? That's it?

"Okay, boys! Time for a mission!"

Kant clapped his hands: "Knowing the enemy and knowing yourself is the only way to win a hundred battles. Now we still know nothing about the deep sea monster, and the only person who may know about it is the island owner here, the super awesome guy who lives at the highest point. The guy in the castle, one thing to say, his family is really cool, look at this modeling, tsk tsk."

He shook his head: "Let's go, let's go see and see."

The Dooms responded with a bang, then opened their armor, re-logged in, and under Querion's almost eyeballing gaze, they finished the armor in a cool way.

"action!"

In addition to the doomsmen, and Kant dispatched together with Querion's carefully selected attack group, in addition to the necessary marines, there are experienced spellcasters, rangers and naturalists, They were able to offer what Kant and his subordinates did not.

knowledge and experience.

Identify traps, disarm magic organs, confirm building structures, check secret passages, and more.

They went all the way up the wide and flat slope. The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and they did not encounter any block or ambush. They soon reached the top of the mountain. They saw the viewing platform halfway up the mountain. , a door of magic tools roared constantly, brilliant.

On the farther islands, there are dragons and helicopters flying, and there are sightseeing hot air balloons taking off.

Disturbing undercurrents swirled in the ocean.

"You all saw..."

Kant said: "The result of the next invasion of the castle determines whether we will go back with a show of strength, or we will run away in the **** - everyone cheers up!"

"Yes!"

They finally arrived at the gate of Zhenhai Castle.

"Fire Thieves... they've arrived."

In the Xingbai Square, the alien enemy showed a disgusted look: "I feel the breath that makes us nauseous. It's really unpleasant, hum... Every fire thief is like this..."

He looked at the island owner: "Is your shabby lair ready to welcome guests?"

"Yes."

The island owner said respectfully: "Zhenhai Castle is not only a place of depravity and desire, but also a labyrinth of death and blood. After retreating into the mountains, I have released all the strange and ferocious beasts of poison. Here, I can also manipulate and command. All alchemy puppets and mechanical magic tools attack."

"Now Zhenhai Castle has become one of the most dangerous areas in the world. If Kant wants to enter, he will definitely pay the heaviest price."

The ruler of the star palace nodded: "Very well, it is still hungry, although the current power cannot be fully recovered, but these hungry tentacles can still reach the surface through various secret passages, to the fire thief and his pathetic followers. Launching sneak attacks and killings, it is an unfamiliar area for him, and stepping here is undoubtedly a wrong decision - so, servant, let me see what you are capable of."

"As you wish, my lord!"

The island owner said reverently: "I will dedicate the victory to you!"

Outside Zhenhai Castle, Kant and his subordinates looked at the towering gate.

A weak voice suddenly sounded from the statue: "You...you are Kant? Aurora...I...I am the owner of this island, and now...it has recovered...Extremely dangerous things are happening, listen to me, I have important Let me tell you about the matter, hurry up… hurry up…”

With a rumbling sound, the door slammed open.

Kant glanced at Ulysses next to him: "This old thing is quite good at acting."

"...I feel extremely uneasy and dangerous, Your Highness Kant."

The accompanying magic advisor whispered: "It's too quiet, no one, this is an extremely strange thing, please be very careful, it must be full of danger..."

Kant nodded: "I think so too."

This is obviously fraudulent, and a three-year-old child can see that there is a problem in it.

But it is also an upright conspiracy.

Just as Kant had to come here, the enemy also set traps here, because the key information to deal with the current situation may be hidden here, and there must be a battle here.

It's just that this strange and lofty castle must be filled with all kinds of dangerous and vicious organs. The unfamiliar environment means absolute disadvantage, and absolute disadvantage means sacrifice.

This is the price of victory.

The mage advisor took a deep breath: "But as you said, the harvest here will determine the life and death of many people. We are willing to follow you to do our best, even if you go deep into this dangerous place."

"thanks."

Kant was silent for a moment.

Then he said suddenly, "But I changed my mind."

Soldiers who have already prepared their psychological construction and are ready to risk their lives are all stunned—what?

Before he came back to his senses, he saw Kant walking forward.

Waving while walking.

"I'm going to a house, you guys stand back and don't move around."

The consultant lost his voice: "His Royal Highness Kant, what did you say?"

Kant didn't answer, he dodged to the root of the city wall next to the castle gate, and stretched out his hand to hold the wall.

After a while, only a loud bang was heard, and the Phase Gate opened horizontally.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the outer city wall with the city gate, two towers, and even a layer of foundation, together with Kant, disappeared out of thin air!

The next moment, the Fire Thief reappears—oh, he's the Wall Thief now.

"good."

Kant nodded: "This old thing's home is pretty good, it's mine now."

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PS1: Why can't I change it...