Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

PS1: The music I listened to when I wrote today is called "Emerald-Princess", there is no delimiter... It was quite exciting when I wrote it, but I don't know if it is suitable for you to watch it. After all, the song is ten minutes long... But you can watch it twice more. , listen to this song after watching it, that's all.

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"Griffin... we're here to kill you!"

So the battlefield army responded, suppressing the crazy cries of the puppets.

The battle cry that shouted for ten thousand victories resounded through the field, spread across the sky, and changed the color of the world.

"This...this is ridiculous!"

Griffin was shaking and angry.

A humiliated, overwhelming rage rose from within.

He saw Phaethon's sneering eyes, and he pointed at the light screen and roared.

"This is what you call the glorious and holy fire thief? How can he do this! For his own likes and dislikes, he must kill me? Would rather let the north of the council be a puddle of mud than give up everything I brought him? "

"Can such a fire thief earn your respect? He even humiliated his opponent! What did he say to avenge a lowly soldier, so he wanted to kill me? What a joke! What a joke!"

He was panting, his expression contorted and angry.

"How can I lose to this guy? How can I lose to this guy!"

Phoebus had been watching, noncommittal.

Then he calmly said: "Unwilling? Angry? Then let him pay the price, order all the soldiers to fight to the death, let Kant and the council forge a deadly feud, and then we retreat and continue to let the world burn... Anyway, you I heard it too, you have no turning back."

When Griffin heard the words, he showed rage and hideous color.

He looked at the psychic organ that controlled his mind, showing a cruel and happy look.

There was an explosion from outside.

At this moment, one main body, two spares, the deceleration mechanism covering the battlefield has been completely destroyed, and the strongest kinetic energy weapon of the Far Harbor Legion is no longer limited.

The gunpowder burned recklessly, the gas advanced furiously, the fighter jets roared past at a low altitude, setting off a raging fire, the Shileka River self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery intertwined a river of flames, strangling the bipedal dragons that dared to approach, the chariot engine roared and crossed. The trenches, rushing up the high slopes, suppressing firepower, and shooting indiscriminately.

Various infantry squads and combat vehicle groups frantically called for support.

"No way! No way!" they growled. "Spend all the points! Spend it all!"

The army of several troops who completed the breakthrough rushed forward along the target route, cut the battlefield, and killed in the direction of the Astolfo, where the commander's army was located...

—Has the most magnificent career to accomplish!

The troops of the original council that came and went into the battlefield slammed furiously. They were originally ordered by Kant to avoid this war to avoid war with their mother country. At this moment, they entered the battlefield with more lofty goals and the most lofty goals. Justified reason... Execution of mortal traitors!

Free this country, all its people and soldiers, from lies and betrayal!

"Hunt Griffin! Judge Griffin! Judge Griffin!"

Fighting with the army of the mother country and the former colleagues was the most painful thing in the world, and it is the same now, even, the pain is still doubled... Because the former colleagues were not soldiers who held different beliefs but fought equally bravely, But a puppet whose mind is controlled and whose honor is deprived!

Those manipulated enemies attacked from all directions and blocked frantically.

And the soldiers must attack them, cut, break up and suppress them, buy time for Kant to rule...even if they are stained with the blood of their former comrades.

Among the Far Harbor Corps that fought hard here, only the original Council Corps had the most complicated mood.

The orcs slashed, and the elves only regarded these humans as weeds, and at most there was only some mocking pity, saying that dirty mortals are really pathetic.

And the Gothic army regards these people as invaders, and they will not have too much psychological burden.

Only these soldiers who came from the council are extremely familiar with these troops and the glory and greatness of this country, so it is all the more unbearable to accept this sad situation of great disparity.

Nations are divided, and wise and loving rulers turn their backs on humanity and see loyal soldiers as puppets.

And they have to go into battle to kill these poor people who know nothing about fate.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Commissars were on the front lines, shouting from the chariots and skirmish lines.

"Don't be soft-hearted, don't hesitate, this is a sacred war, our killings and battles are in the name of justice, we are soldiers, don't be afraid to be stained with blood, this is the proof of loyalty, we will win this battle back by Griffin For the honor thrown away, let our former comrades rest in peace!"

The figure wielding a pistol inspired the soldiers to fight with all their might.

"Killing one more enemy here will reduce the pressure on Kant's ruling. The faster Kant's ruling solves the problem, the more former colleagues will have a greater chance of surviving!"

"Do you still need to think about such a simple question?"

"Is it us who killed the enemies in front of us? Is it Kant who made these brave and determined warriors die in a disgraceful and sad way?"

"The culprit of all this is Griffin! It is Griffin who tarnishes the honor of the Council and the Sorcerer Legion! It is Griffin who provoked this war and caused countless deaths, sorrows and pains!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Encouraged and enlightened by the political commissars, the hearts of the soldiers were poured into molten iron and forged into steel.

However, although their weapons are killing weapons made of iron and fire, they are still breathing flesh and blood.

- Soldiers roared and pulled the trigger, knocking down enemies who were trying to attack.

Although the logistics department has urgently issued plans and special ammunition to force capture and transfer the accused enemy to the world of white fog, Kant has issued a strict order—unless absolute battlefield superiority is mastered and dangerous factors are eliminated, the first rule of engagement is still Is to kill as soon as possible.

If commanders at all levels are in danger of falling into danger or even causing casualties in order to capture and save the soldiers charged by the council, they will all be dealt with in accordance with battlefield disobedience and dealt with severely.

With Kant's prestige and prestige in the army, even if this is a complete chaos, the soldiers will not hesitate to execute it, not to mention they know why.

In this case, ordering soldiers to take risks to capture and capture the council soldiers, release their mind control, is conducive to establishing favor and gaining prestige. But the price is that soldiers could have used powerful weapons to kill enemies from a distance, but in order to capture them, they had to use small-caliber Fulton weapons to launch needle-shaped space beacon ammunition into the enemy's body and teleport.

This means that the distance has to be put in, which means that highly lethal weapons cannot be used.

Means more variables and dangers.

Let the soldiers take some risks and endure some casualties, so that they can extend favors and gain people's hearts.

But the Kant administration said no.

So, go forward and meet the enemy.

Target marking, fire guidance, shooting.

The enemy is but flesh and blood.

A burst crystal was tied to his body, shaking under the thorns of the whistling bullets.

Or, under the hit of the large-caliber machine gun, it will be torn apart, turned into broken flesh, and scattered.

The broken body rolled on the ground, struggled, the wound was stained with mud, vomited blood, and died.

Only dim eyes stared at the sky.

One after another, one group after another.

The entire battlefield, the whole land, is a dining table, with trenches everywhere, and flat ground everywhere.

It was a feast after being feasted on by the **** of war.

People are like animals, torn apart, their flesh spread out.

They are also husbands, sons, fathers, and living beings.

- Are there moments of sobriety and confusion before they die?

- Do they feel remorse and grief before they die?

—their families, who waited for them to go back, will never see them again!

After rushing through the **** battlefield, inexplicable anger and grief still accumulated in the hearts of these soldiers from the council.

This strong emotion intensified with the vibration of the soul and the beating of the heart.

Apart from their military identities, they are just ordinary people with different backgrounds and classes, but they also live in this different world with strict classes and many rules since ancient times. Their souls are constrained by the limitations of the times, and their ideas are deeply ingrained. the traditions that have continued to this day.

until today.

To this day, they have seen the depravity of the nobles who ruled the country, heard Kant's oath to kill that would surely shake the continent, and witnessed with their own eyes the loyal and brave colleagues of the old days being stripped of honor and dying like walking corpses. Emotions pound against the walls of the heart built over decades of life.

They joined Kant and followed the shining holy man. They were subtly influenced by his words, deeds and generous gifts. They did not understand what Kant did and his inexplicable compassion for the weak and the humble. And be kind to this day.

To this day, they see that the once glorious and powerful soldiers in charge of weapons and power are just puppets in the hands of Griffin, they are all weak, and everyone is.

Thus, the flowers bloom and the fruits ripen.

Extremely strong emotions break through barriers in the name of anger, justice and unwillingness.

They are the most ordinary people, not the wise thinkers. They cannot see the essence through phenomena, and they cannot sum up the deepest and most distant conflicts and contradictions in the world—

But they will be angry.

They will question.

They have taken up arms.

Furious as thunder.

The barrel of the gun was red, the weapon was changed, the face was stained with black dust, stepping on the blood and bones, the first angry soul killed another involuntarily life, and let out a roar of grief and rage.

That question, short, simple, but enough weight.

Because of countless years of blood and tears.

At this moment, it was as if the souls of the dead on the battlefield and all the involuntary beings were roaring with him, as if the same voices from countless years and thousands of years were roaring with him.

That voice spanned the ages, along the river of time, and overshadowed all the voices of history!

Hundreds of millions of once painful, lost lives cry together.

they shouted—

"Why! What! What!"

This short and angry shout resounded through the battlefield channel, as if opening an angry box, resonating with countless unwilling and angry heartfelt voices, so more and more soldiers roared angrily, and even the political commissar did not need to boost morale or say anything. What words, as their anger became one.

They asked furiously—why!

Why can the strong plunder the weak, why the noble can exploit the lowly, why is there a difference in souls, why can the high-ranking people be able to wear fine clothes and food, and are born noble, while those of poor background have to run around all day long. Peace, not even life and dignity—

Why, why, why!

In the mighty long river of history, all people who have been in pain and numbness all their lives, at a certain stage of their sad life, must also cry out in their hearts or in their mouths...

But that is just the unwilling lament of the weak, and it will only lead to the disdainful ridicule of the strong.

- but now, everything is different!

This is not begging or unwilling shouting, but angry questioning and resistance.

Because someone put on the armor for them, enlightened the soul, showed the power that mortals should be born with, and then gave them the weapons to defend and guard the truth.

So they can hold this weapon in front of those people, glaring at the superior and their minions, no longer afraid of each other's swords and magic, and ask in person...

-Why!

The sound of this shout was continuous on the battlefield, not only the army from the council was shouting, but the sound even infected the soldiers of other factions, arousing their common anger and flames.

The sound echoed throughout the battlefield.

The rolling waves came from behind and roared.

Kant stood at the front, and turned around when he heard the words, only to see noble anger rushing in his direction along with the torrent of steel.

The wind of the battlefield first brought the sound of this cry, swaying his black hair.

He was surprised, then smiled.

Kant turned around, pointed the blade of light, and joined this natural torrent that would sweep the world.

Raised arms and shouted.

"—Why!"

People say that you can't hide the look in the eyes of someone who wants to kill someone.

And the thousands of soldiers united their will and belief on the chaotic battlefield, displayed pure violence, and brought together the killing intent, so the noble anger came like a raging wave, and even showed an unstoppable power in nothingness. , a supreme interrogation to the rulers of the old world—

—We have arrived like a raging wave, the blade of anger is in the name of justice, and all mortal beings are wearing armor, unleashing true power, and you... what can you do! ?

This is what thousands of people point to.

Mount Tai topped.

Griffin faced the anger head on.

The most powerful mage in the world, the most powerful ruler, the most noble being.

He was shaking.

Kant's previous declaration, which had already sentenced him to death, will never forgive, never forgive.

He was furious, but expected.

Kant will use his life to establish prestige to the entire continent, to deter any mortals who want to move closer to the star palace, and at the same time, he can also take the opportunity to buy people's hearts... This is just a political method.

He thought so.

until just now.

Angry waves are coming, landslides and fissures!

Thousands of people shouted, thousands of people questioned, and thousands of people were angry.

They are asking - why!

The former Speaker took two steps back, almost unable to stand still. He wanted to laugh, but couldn't open the corners of his mouth. He wanted to get angry, but he couldn't raise his voice. Looking at all this, his lips trembled and his heart beat violently.

because he saw it.

The army that shouted and roared like this, even if they changed their equipment, weapons and banners, still used the magic-guided tactics and battlefield spells of the Arcane Council... He knew these people!

He also saw that behind this army, there were actually a group of shouting stragglers... Obviously the soldiers of the army who disappeared during the confrontation in the previous positional battle! Those deserters and surrenderers!

These cowards escaped before the mind-intervention plan was launched, so there is no medium in their bodies and cannot be mind-influenced... But how dare they join the army against me?

Did Kant force them to come?

- But behind them...why didn't they supervise the team!

Griffin was short of breath, his body trembled, and an inexplicable anger filled his heart.

Maybe it was... fear.

Why? Why? You lowly bastards, who gave you shelter, who gave you the honor of being a soldier, and who changed your destiny? How dare you come to me and ask me by...

- The thought came to an abrupt end.

Because large and small light screens still faithfully record the situation of the battlefield.

He saw that the soldiers of this formation kept advancing from the rear, fearlessly intercepted on the advance route of the Far Harbor Corps, blocked, attacked, intercepted, and then killed one by one.

The entire battlefield is at an angle, the ground is like blood, the smoke and dust are twisted, and the black mist is rolling.

Griffin groaned for a moment.

The obviously older face is no longer as handsome and graceful as it used to be, and the shaky eyes reveal complex emotions, sudden, unwilling, shocked, regretful, and… fear.

Unconsciously, why have you come this far?

What the **** did I do?

At this moment, in the sky of shouting and questioning, he finally realized something.

That's his... end.

Not just dying.

But all fame and honor died like ashes.

Those who once followed and loyal to him will spurn his tombstone.

for his betrayal.

He subconsciously looked at the light screen.

The figure on the Astolfo seemed to stand forever in the center of the world, and the man was crying, shouting the same words as those lowly soldiers, he was laughing, but not the triumphant laugh of the victor.

But from the heart, carefree, relieved, sincere, warm laughter.

How proud, how proud, how proud.

It seems that compared to defeating the council and beheading the God of Star Palace, letting the soldiers shout out why is the result he wants most, the victory he wants most.

"Kant, Kant..."

Before he knew it, the tears had blurred his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to understand the beliefs and paths upheld by the visitors from this different world. How absurd... how crazy!

Suddenly, he laughed hysterically.

"Shit, shit!"

The always personable Grand Speaker broke out foul language, he exchanged tears and laughed wildly: "There is such a thing in this world! There is such a person in this world!"

Fauson frowned slightly: "Stop laughing, it's time to act."

Griffin was still laughing, but his mana was surging dangerously. His face was in a mess, like a bereaved dog, staring at the creatures overlooking the mortal world, and screaming madly.

"—Why!"