Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

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"Everyone! It's an honor to command you to fight!"

The voice of the Great Speaker, Griffin Williams, used the power of magic to spread the word.

"We are fighting here today to make Kant and his minions regret what they have done! Pay the heaviest price for their sins!"

The politician's voice echoed under the dim sky, and the soldier Carl clenched his crossbow.

"For the victims who were innocently mutilated by the Tower of All-Seeing!"

The vast position was covered with gray soil, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of smoke that had not yet dissipated, and even the faint smell of corpse. The battle was fierce these few days, and every spell casting power was used to fight with Kant. There is no spare time to disperse odors and freshen the air on a large scale.

"For the dignity of the Austrian Council to be humiliated and trampled on!"

In the trenches, the soldiers stood silently and looked solemn. Carl listened intently, only to hear the increasingly rapid breathing of his teammates.

His heart beat like a war drum.

Warm blood began to boil in the ordinary body.

The souls of the soldiers began to fly with the words of the speaker. Carl's eyes flickered, searching for the figure of the Great Speaker. The rumors and stories about Lord Griffin could not be finished for three days and three nights. A respectable old man was enthusiastically sung by the people of the council and regarded as a spiritual father.

But Karl, who had just been drafted into the army three months ago, didn't know that his emotional excitement and excitement at the moment were not due to Griffin's outstanding words and charisma, at least not entirely.

Spiritual Department, Mass Inspiration—a special oratory technique, this is the most traditional, classic and ancient spell in the world, which can almost be traced back to the birth of the first savage tribe in the era of witchcraft.

At that time, the original supernatural beings awakened their spiritual power and used the name of the gods to inspire, call and subdue their followers, so they were brave, fearless and invincible.

Up to now, for thousands of years, countries have risen and fallen one after another, and the times have moved forward. This technique has always been very useful.

Just like the definition and interpretation of magic that was engraved at the entrance of the Tower of All-Seeing, by the first-generation Grand Speaker of the Arcane Council - the so-called magic is extraordinary power.

What is extraordinary?

— Transcend mortals, control mortals, use mortals.

At this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers deployed in the long front are listening to the speech of the Grand Speaker. The wind spread his voice everywhere, and it can be heard clearly in every trench.

Carl listened attentively. For him, the Grand Chancellor was a mortal god. What he said must be right, what he did must be merciful, and what he did must be righteous.

Every time he heard the speaker's words, the comrades around him would whisper approval and cursing. Together with his comrades, he was encouraged and guided. When the Speaker counted Kant's sins, they hated it, and when the Grand Speaker called for the necessity of war, they believed it, and when the Grand Speaker praised the glory of victory, they were excited.

"For revenge, justice and glory! Boys, we will go to the battlefield! The first offensive can and must crush Kant's stubborn resistance, our mages will suppress Kant's alchemy weapons, and our powerful spellcasters will cover your advance. ...we will win here!"

The soldiers roared, clenched their fists, gestured to each other, and screamed in excitement.

"We're going to win, right!"

Carl's excited shout was exchanged for the approval of his friend: "Yes! It must be!"

It's just that they don't know that the great speaker's impassioned voice contains a wonderful power that they can't understand in this life. go down.

That power is called magic, it can make people numb, stupid, fanatical but submissive, make people hostile to each other, teach people to kill each other, until they are swallowed by the abyss of despair and pain.

— and make sure it all goes on forever.

The frigid wind blew through the slightly broken position, and Kant's indiscriminate bombardment in the past few days left the place devastated. Even with the repairs of the civil engineering army and the dwarf craftsmen, the vast area is also full of Aurora Dragons wreaking havoc. Mark of. In the scorched earth, the soldiers in the trenches on the front line checked the repeaters and knives, encouraged each other, and then carried a box of enchanted short crossbow arrows on their backs and tightened them.

In the rear, the casters who lighted up the protective barriers and wore emergency escape gear were in their respective positions and debugged the tactical magic tools. Their task was to provide remote arcane support under heavy protection.

As a spellcaster, the Great Speaker's Inspiration Technique was just a breeze to them. These noble powers glanced over the long trench, looked at the animals in military uniforms crowded together, and looked indifferent.

In the safer underground, in the security command post built with layers of soil reinforcement, the generals overlooked the position with detection devices, and observers from various countries were also in it, with a reserved and calm expression.

They know the tricks used by the Great Speaker Griffin, and everyone is using them. The first rule of the Master Code, initiated by the Arcane Council and eventually adopted in the world, is to strictly prohibit the use of "illegal" spells on mortals.

They are familiar with the rules of the game, and their eyes are more distant, like gods overlooking from the clouds, they have already seen through the laws of the mortal world, and these elites also know the fate of the first brave warriors in the battle that is about to break out. , this has nothing to do with cold blood and cruelty, it is just the law of war.

-All the laws of victory must be built up with the blood of soldiers.

Phaethon, who was on the sidelines indifferently, showed a sneer of disdain.

Mudblood... Epoch reincarnation, countless years, has always been the same.

Griffin's prewar speech has come to an end.

The horn sounded.

Whether it's a soldier or a spell caster, whether it's a field officer or a general, everyone subconsciously looks to the north, regardless of whether the line of sight is blocked or not.

They knew that under the dark sky, north of the stretch of the earth, the Dragon of Aurora was waiting.

"Remember your training! Follow orders and hold your weapons!"

The officers of the various divisions lectured to the faces of vigor and fear and excitement.

"Remember to turn the **** when reloading the crossbow box, this activates the enchantment of the crossbow bolts, making them powerful - otherwise they will be weaker than your urine!"

Appropriate dirty jokes can relieve tension. In a burst of laughter, the officer with a majestic beard said loudly: "As far as possible, the squads act together, cover each other, and help each other! The mages will support your actions, we The task is to move forward! Move forward cautiously and bravely!"

"Charge! Rush into the enemy's position, into the trench dug by that son of a **** Aurora! Sweep his lackeys with your enchanted crossbows, pistols, and alchemy bombs! Hold on and wait! Then you'll see When we arrive, our comrades will come like a raging tide!"

The inspired young people nodded again and again. They were all recruited soldiers in the past few months. After months of training, they gathered at Griffin Williams with good wishes for justice, honor and the future. Your Excellency, they are about to chase and accomplish this on the battlefield.

The service officer came with a bucket of potion, and then poured the alchemy liquid diluted with wine and sugar juice into each soldier's lunch box with a horse spoon. Like group inspiration, this is also "legal" The means to ensure morale, every country has this fine tradition and secret recipe.

Karl sips the sweet liquid greedily, licking it clean on his chin and mouth. Half a bottle of Coke, each one drank a bottle cap, the taste will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

As the wine is swallowed, courage grows, strength multiplies, and pain dissipates.

After that, there was only anger left in the world.

These brave soldiers came down to the ladder of the trench at the call of the officer, their eyes gradually became violent and excited, and there was no more confusion and anxiety. Carl's hand pressed the rough and rough wood of the ladder, which was not polished. The thorns pierced the palms, but the pain made the brain more focused and calm.

In the end, the field officer standing at the front bit the steel whistle, spit out all the air in his lungs violently, and the sharp whistle penetrated into the ears of every soldier.

"For the victory of the council!"

Carl used his hands to quickly cross the trench. Beside him, at the front of the front line, the vanguard troops dispatched to fight poured out of the trench like an ant colony.

The array mages performed the long-prepared courage, bloodthirsty, pain blunting and potential stimulation, and silently fell on the soldiers who bravely charged.

This is a tactical arrangement from the command.

The soldiers were at a loss.

Their arcane literacy does not allow them to identify the type of buffs on them.

Even now, they thought they were fighting with courage and faith.

Immediately, the proud Mage Legion of the Council crowned the continent and began to jointly cast spells.

The elements gather, and the sky roars.

The dark clouds rolled and pressed, and the thick fog was spreading and gathering. They condensed from the void and radiated from the surface, shrouding the battlefield between the two positions, obscuring the view.

The gathered magic power also spread along the earth, and thick earth walls rose from the ground, arbitrarily arranged and emerged on the battlefield, continuous and infinite.

"Forward! Forward!"

The officers leading the charge shouted: "With the help of the earth wall! With the cover of fog, the enemy cannot detect and attack us! Move fast!"

The battlefield is foggy, the wind is fierce behind, medicine and magic work at the same time, in this environment, people become wolves, soldiers roar across the rough muddy ground, splash in dirty puddles, hug the already The activated rapid-fire repeating crossbow sprints wildly forward!

At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded in the sky.

An officer's face changed abruptly. He didn't drink the concoction because someone had to keep calm. Experienced and specially trained, he immediately shouted: "Little..."

The next moment, a lightning flashed across the sky!

A sharp flash of light reflected on the muddy and dirty ground, and the electric snake swept across the sky, hitting the cannonballs that were galloping in an instant. The fire element contained in the spell model immediately spreads and penetrates pervasively, causing the 155mm high-explosive grenade to be intercepted and exploded in the sky!

In an instant, a blazing fireball bloomed high in the sky, a raging flame erupted, and an invisible shock wave spread recklessly. However, the speed of the sharp shrapnel was limited, and when it was thrown at a high altitude, it lost its invincible terrifying power, and the shock wave also attenuated its power due to distance.

The strong wind and the iron rain hit the ground, only overturning the nearby soldiers to the ground, and the kinetic energy attenuated shrapnel killed more than a dozen people like chopping melons and vegetables, but more people were just staggered by fright, or were killed by shrapnel. He was so shaken that he fell to the ground, and immediately got up with a roar, making a meaningless cry.

The concoction they drank before had added a resistance drug against sonic waves, which was often used in cavalry units to greatly reduce the sensitivity of war beasts to explosions, so as not to be disturbed by noise spells such as thunder - after all, if it was just plugging The upper ear can't stop the penetration of arcane sound waves.

And now, the drug keeps soldiers brave in the midst of violent explosions.

Carl turned twice on the ground and got up. His body was already muddy and dirty, and the repeating crossbow in his hand was splashing mud, but he had no fear but excitement, and the potion worked violently in his mind.

"You see! The mages are supporting us! The Legion of Casters will resist Kant's attack and open the way for us to win!" the officer shouted, "Charge! Charge!"

The battlefield has been dispersed by a mist driven by magic, this battlefield spell is called "fog of war".

The model of the fog spell has been specially designed, and the special element structure can interfere with the detection spell, and can also physically block the peeping and sight line, while the caster's mental power detection and element vision can be freely expanded in the fog, which makes The battlefield presents the effect of one-sided transparency. This kind of spell is usually only used in the situation of bullying the weak with great Arcane advantage, but now it has played an excellent effect.

For this battle, Griffin began to deduce and plan a few months ago.

The first wave of probing troops sent out shuttled through the fog, the earth wall rising from the ground became a cover for their advance, the deceleration force field was activated, and the mobile interception troops gradually advanced to the front. The incoming long-range attack is intercepted.

But seeing the cannonballs and lightning intertwined, the whistling rockets and scattered elemental missiles danced wildly in the air, and the fierce flames bloomed endlessly in the air, illuminating the dim sky under the dark clouds with fierce brilliance. The shrapnel and shock waves fell like wind and rain, the failed cannonballs exploded on the ground, and the flesh flew up. The soldiers who had awakened from blind anger and courage screamed loudly with their broken wounds.

Carl has long been separated from the soldiers of his team, and he doesn't know where they went. Together with more people, he crossed the area of ​​flames and death and charged in the direction they identified.

He left the footsteps of death behind him, hid behind a wall of earth, and was surrounded by the wind of war. He felt that the world was divided into two parts by this wind, just like his life.

The blazing light of the sky and the torrent of elements whizzing past rushed through his mind, together with the potion and bloodthirsty, awakening the beast side of the body, and the death around him feared him and gave him strength. He no longer thinks about the justice and necessity of this war. He just wants to protect himself. This is the instinct of animals. It is pitiful and cruel. In order to survive, he can do everything and destroy everything. Killing the enemy is to protect himself.

But the memories he has left in his 20 years of life are still stubbornly reminding him of the meaning of his actions. He thinks of the gentle wind and bright wilderness in his hometown, and the endless wheat fields fluttering with flying twists. , he remembered the warm and hot air left on the cheeks of the girl's lips, beautiful and gentle.

I will fight like a man and I will come back with honor.

He remembered the dagger from his father, boy, and fought for Griffin Williams like I did. He remembered his mother's trembling embrace and followed the Grand Speaker, who needs our help but must come back alive. He remembered that his younger brother took his hand and followed him to the recruiting point, holding his head high. He remembered the worried glances from the crowd. When the eyes were facing each other, the blue eyes lit up with the waves of Sai'an Lake...

But the memories of the past, the intoxicating beauty, disappeared without a trace in the boiling blood, the roar of the brain and the scream of death on the battlefield. He looked around in a daze, a fountain of mud sprayed out from the battlefield behind him, and the dozen people who gathered together disappeared. There seemed to be a shout from the other side. It was a friend who had just met three days ago waving at him, but it seemed that he stepped on something. , the body dissolves in the blazing light.

It's like those good memories disappear under the shadow of this death.

Carl howled and roared, along with the beasts he had never known before, following the direction of the earth wall, holding the expensive repeating crossbow in his hand, pulling the trigger, making the brilliance of the elements in the misty end Blinks endlessly.

On the other side of the thick fog, it was still silent.

"Enemy infantry is approaching—"

"The thermal imaging scan of the battlefield has been turned on, the target will be indicated, and all units pay attention to the AR tactical panel."

"I'm Kant. Before the battle begins, I want to remind you of one thing."

"The trenches you are in are neither important nor precious, and their value is almost zero. They are given away by others. If necessary, I can repair them all the way to the city of Danfeng Lucerne."

"The weapons and equipment you use are very valuable. They have been more or less processed and strengthened to be suitable for the new battlefield environment and combat needs. They are worthy of care and careful use."

"And you yourself, who have experienced the mother's pregnancy and childbirth, have been raised since childhood, regardless of your background, have never died until now, and even bravely went to the front as soldiers, you are all sound, strong, and proud powerhouses. Your life Unique, your courage is admirable, your lives are so precious than the fortifications you are on and the weapons you use."

"So, you know what you should do."

Shooting holes, Guantong stations, firepower points... The soldiers in their positions looked at the fog in front of them, pulled down their lower armors, and their steel helmets reflected the cold light in the arcane brilliance that exploded in the sky.

They clenched their weapons, their eyes were calm, and they listened carefully.

"Obey the orders, fight bravely, and don't put yourself in danger without authorization. On this basis, I order you to kill, intimidate, and punish the enemy mercilessly, and strike them with supreme courage and determination. Stop them, annihilate them!"

"The enemy army has arrived, all the ministries obey the order - destroy the enemy!"

Hold heavy machine guns, set up sniper grenades, and inspect weapons one by one infantry squads.

The riflemen opened the insurance, and their weapons were urgently reloaded, all of which were special weapons that took the subsonic heavy warhead route, and the magazines were filled with "flying scales."

In addition to conventional weapons, elite troops with certain Austrian literacy will have to test new weapons in this actual combat - a new weapon that incorporates the Ilan-Tair weapon system.

"Check that the source glue circuit is unobstructed and inlaid with pyroxene."

The sci-fi, silver-colored heavy weapons have built-in pumice stones in the gun stock and other parts to reduce the combat burden. The elite soldiers of the battle group took these weapons out of the box, explored their spiritual power, and activated the pyrophoric circuit. The cool weapons responded from The inner deformation unfolds to reveal three circular grooves.

The soldiers took out the shining stones from another box.

Inlaid in sequence.

"The core of the weapon - the flame spear laser."

"Output Assist - Multiple Scattering."

"Effective Aid—Energy Reverberation."

The elites selected from Astolfo's chapter muttered words, embedded the pyroxite into the weapon system, the circuit was lit, the weapon in his hand buzzed and vibrated, and restless energy began to accumulate.

"Hopefully these weapons are as good as the war weapons of our ancestors."

The soldier who had done all this turned his head and looked. The platoon leader and several squad leaders opened a large weapon and were filling the six glow crystal grooves with gems in turn, occasionally exchanging a word in a low voice.

He was a remnant of Ilan-Tyr, one of the Forsaken, and he knew what was going on.

A month and a half ago, the Ministry of Truth officially interpreted the Star Code, restarted the pyroxenite craft of Ilan-Tair, and continued to decipher and analyze the craft formula of ancient Ilan-Tair, and then began to produce the power of the heyday of the ancestral civilization. source of.

It's just that Goylan-Tyr and even the Priests of the City of Atonement engraved circuits on their bodies, equipped with pyroxenes to use supernatural powers, to ensure that this skill becomes the cornerstone of **** and a monopoly power.

As for Kant, the Forsaken did not regard Kant, who saved Iram-Tyr, as a new god, they were just grateful and served, and made a pact with the monarch of the new world of reincarnation. They appreciated Kant's decision, and also obeyed the last wishes of the old leader and the new king of the previous generation, Aifu, and allowed the legacy of Ilan-Tair to become the nourishment for the new mortal race. Under the oppression and threat of the star palace generation, Bless new life.

As a result, the secrets of pyroxene were uncovered and studied for large-scale application, and an attempt was made to be compatible with the mortal wizarding system, so that the new mortal race could also use the power of Ilan-Tyr.

On the other hand, the people of Yilan-Tair also began to come into contact with the mortal arcane skills and fighting qi power. They will learn it, and they will inherit it until they merge and create a new future for the species.

As Kant had promised - the Ilam-Tyr would be the race of this age, alongside the mortal races, respected for good deeds, righteous deeds, and accomplishments.

That's the whole reason he's standing here, holding his weapon.

He had experienced that war and had seen Far Harbor. He realized the sad fate of the ethnic group in the past, and he had also witnessed the future promised by Kant, so he knew the mission.

"Encounter the enemy-"

A new pattern was projected on the visor lens, the reality was enhanced, the human body was outlined in the thick fog, and the weapons and status were scanned and marked, and the enemy was roaring and rushing forward.

The old Forsworn and the new chapter sergeant raised the glow crystal magic gun in his hand without hesitation. The fiery flame spear laser was blessed by the reverberation of the energy, and the scorching light was sprayed. Dao red fierce light, like a blade of light, swept towards the enemy he never knew.

The rays hit the human body like cutting leather.

Soldier Carl fell to the ground, biting the mud in his mouth.

The strength dissipated like the wind, and the fear came like the tide. He stared blankly at the gray sky, as if he saw the gleaming oak of his hometown. The leaves rustled softly, the embrace in the wheat field was tender, the family stared silently, countless uncertain futures, the yearning for love, the desire for harvest, the vision in the dream and the melody of the bagpipes were like the red fruit falling from the branches. Like the waves in the Sai'an Lake, they all dissipated in the quiet cry and the death like a fantasy, becoming alienated and cold and shattered like a mirror.

He is no longer him.

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PS1: Update... I have been in a low mood these few days, and the text I wrote is lifeless. I don't like it very much, and I always delete it and change it. The treatment will take some time. The beds here in Hangzhou are tight, the examination is slow, and the operation cannot be scheduled. I am frightened and anxious, and I finally contact the hospital in Shanghai. There is a single ward, and I will leave tomorrow. I hope it can be done as soon as possible. Resume update.