On the 22nd of the month of recovery this year, the entire civilized world's comprehensive counterattack against the wasteland officially kicked off with the start of the aerospace battle group of the Earthly Dawn beginning to move towards the direction of the wasteland.

On the northern battlefield, the mechanized legion of the Cecil Empire defeated all the wasteland legion north of the magic scorch marks, and paved the purification device all the way to the ruins of the former important northern town of the Gondor Empire, "Kagsura", and the purification tower shone brightly on the ground of the wasteland. The continuous barriers formed by the purification power extended from the dark mountains to the front line. The wasteland legion launched several fierce counterattacks within half a month. However, until their northern line command system completely collapsed, the advancement momentum of the alliance's northern line legion was not hindered.

On the Western Front battlefield, a cluster of air fortresses with the flagship of the Dawn of the World descended to the wasteland like giant beasts. These huge and magnificent war machines were advancing silently and firmly towards the center of the wasteland, judging all filth with flames and thunder falling from the sky. The purifying fire surging on the earth, burning out the distorted legions of distortions that were still wandering on the earth after the collapse of the command system. The wasteland tried to resist with weak air units, but all returned in vain. Under the cover of overwhelming advantages in the air, the ground forces formed by the Duke of Berdevin Franklin and the Ogure tribe coalition advanced steadily, and built the purification components dropped by the Dawn of the World into towers with extremely high efficiency, blocking the walls to continuously extend in the wasteland.

On the southern battlefield, the intervention of the Cecil Expeditionary Fleet completely stabilized the defense line of the Kaoling Kingdom, which originally lacked natural barrier protection. The Southern Alliance was able to concentrate all its forces at the Fortress of the Star Temple. The Siren Expeditionary Force from the deep sea became the greatest help in the advancement of the Southern Alliance. The fearless deep sea warriors set off huge waves in the wasteland. After the waves, the magicians of the Silver Elves and the craftsmen of the Kaoling Kingdom built three purification towers in a row within a few days, blocking the operation of the walls to dispel the haze that had covered the southern battlefield for the whole winter.

On the Eastern Front, the old-fashioned power of Tifeng showed the world his strength in this cruel war. The Winter Wolf Legion, the National Knights, and the Magical Group formed a powerful attack. Under the leadership of Andesha Wendell, they entered the eastern wilderness of the former Gondor Empire, and set up seven purification towers along the way. Even after experiencing the baptism of divine disasters and the cruel internal purge and reshuffle, Tifeng was still the Tifeng. When the month of recovery entered the middle of the month of recovery, the Eastern Legion in the wasteland was still fighting fierce and cruel frontal battles with the Tifeng vanguard troops, and the Tifeng Legion's advance never stopped.

The situation of the war is still unclear, and the terrifying forces entrenched in the wasteland are still in fierce resistance, but scholars who record history have realized that no matter when the war is settled, this spring will be its biggest turning point.

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The living sea of ​​fire caused by the Purgatory Burning Bomb has gradually faded, but the remaining scorching breath on the earth after the flames flowed still evaporated the dry wasteland. In the rolling heat waves, the air appeared in a twisted lens state, and the horizon in the distance seemed to shake - this was a very unbearable environment for ordinary people, but for well-equipped and full set of protective devices, it would be the best battlefield for them to vent their anger and revenge.

The heavy chariots emitted a low roar, and the steel tracks rolled forward. Under the dim skylight, a cluster of Warhammer-II tanks rumbled forward on the ground like a group of armored giant beasts. The hot wind rolled up dry and rough sand and slapped on the gray-black armor plate of the main battle tank. The turret adjusted its angle in the hot wind. The long acceleration guide pointed at the small group of black and red monsters emerging from the boulders and ruins in the distance. Accompanied by the blue light of the charging device, the magic crystal shells made a harsh roar in the air, and after a short delay, landing and exploding, sending all the monsters that survived the bombing to the sky.

The more scattered monsters nearby, who survived luck, encountered light howitzers from the steel ambassador chariots, fired missile launchers and heat rays densely fired by the infantry. Their hoarse roars were not too late, and they had already turned into gray-black smoke and dust scattered around the earth, and dissipated with the wind when the next gust of hot wind blew.

Behind the ground troops, Duke Bervin Franklin jumped out of the car and looked up at the dark land covered by dirty clouds. The protective layer formed by the breeze shield shone beside him, isolating the heat waves in the environment and potentially toxic gases. A soldier wearing light infantry armor and wearing the Cecil Empire emblem on his chest walked towards him and reported loudly: "Sir Duke, the ground battlefield has been cleared, and the airdrop points are safe!"

Duke Berdwan nodded and looked to the other side of the position: "How is the situation with King Wycliffe?"

"The battle over there is also over, and His Majesty Wycliffe's engineer troops are building fortifications and assembling ground signal stations."

"It seems that those Agurees have gradually become more skilled..." Duke Bedevin nodded and looked up at the sky. The figure of the Earthly Dawn was floating above his head, and at the same time slightly adjusted its angle and position. The twelve Gorgon Fortresses were like small "floating islands" floating around the huge fortress. Countless dragoon fighters were patrolling around this air force like swarms. Countless muzzles pointed far away to the distance of the wasteland. As long as those monsters dared to come over again, the thunder and sky fire would inevitably destroy them all.

On the other side of the position, King Wycliff was looking at a rolling shadow in the distance on the edge of the battlefield. It looked like a mountain with many gaps and strange shapes, but in fact it was a molten city. The terrifying ruins were the shocking scars left by the Gondor explosion in the past. The accompanying scholar told him that it was because the out-of-control of the deep blue magic power detonated the main energy supply node in the city. The magic backlash from the node melted the entire city into its current terrifying form. Such a terrifying scene can be seen everywhere in the wasteland of Gondor.

After seven hundred years, everything in the wasteland can still make everyone who witnesses it with their own eyes feel cold in their hearts.

"Your Majesty, the surrounding area has been cleaned up," a soldier walked over from the side, and the report interrupted Wycliffe's thoughts. "Dawn of the Earth sends a message to ask if it is acceptable for airdrops."

"Reply, the venue has been prepared and you can accept airdrops at any time." Wycliff nodded and said, and as soon as he finished speaking, an abnormal movement suddenly appeared in a wreckage not far away. A distorted body with only half of his body suddenly crawled out of the soil. The hideous and mutated monster let out a chaotic roar and rushed towards this side in a terrifying twisted posture. The soldier next to him was shocked and instantly pulled out the sword at his waist, but his king reacted faster than him. Wycliff raised his arm, and the mechanical device made a slight sound. A black hole muzzle was revealed in the palm of the alloy cast. With a sharp roar, three consecutive arcane missiles smashed the monster's broken body into pieces.

Wycliff put away his arms, and under the direct control of the nervous system, the deformation mechanism in the palm of his palm quickly returned to its original state. He turned his head to look at the soldier: "Note that these monsters are terrible in vitality. If they explode into two pieces, they may not die completely. Only when the bones begin to smoke, can they be considered to be truly finished - let the soldiers pay attention to all the wreckage that has not yet disappeared on the battlefield, and don't let a piece of minced meat go."

"...Yes, Your Majesty!" The soldier immediately responded loudly, then turned around and ran quickly to the rear of the position. Wycliffe watched the soldiers leave, and then raised his head to look at the flying fortress in the air.

After a period of running-in and learning, the soldiers they brought out finally gradually adapted to the Cecilians' fighting style, which was a tactic they had never encountered before. The air force led by the Dawn of the World took the lead in entering the field, bombing with firepower to clear all large units and most of the assembly points in the target area. Then the heavy armored troops pushed into the field to clear the enemy strongholds and hidden facilities that survived the air bombing. Infantry units and light tanks finally came on the field to complete the occupation of the target and subsequent position construction. During this process, those flying machines will always maintain suppression of the entire area - the Cecils called it "air supremacy."

Air supremacy is necessary because the Wasteland Legion actually has its own flying units. Although the "swelling polluters" who are swollen and capable of casting spells are vulnerable in front of the air fortress, they are still extremely terrifying threats when faced with pure ground troops without air cover.

To be honest, this is not the battle that the Agure soldiers initially imagined. In most cases, the monsters that can survive from air bombing and tank shelling are even rare enough to the extent that the soldiers do not need close combat at all. The scattered aberrations often fall on the way to charge as soon as they emerge. The imagined bloody battle and revenge battles have no chance of happening. This initially made the soldiers very uncomfortable, but soon, this discomfort disappeared.

The aberrations that were split under heavy artillery bombardment and the giant beasts that turned into ashes under the live flames can also comfort the victims of Falm Fortress. Although those monsters were not necessarily cut by the soldiers themselves, their current way of death is countless times more miserable than death by swords - which is also good.

Wycliff looked down at his silver-lit mechanical arm, feeling the surging power between the alloy skeleton and the artificial nerves, his fingers slowly clenched and opened easily.

Above him, a flash of light appeared on the edge of the Earthly Dawn. A frame structure as big as a house broke away from the air fortress. The anti-gravity ring at the edge of the frame structure emitted a faint blue light, and the entire device quickly landed onto the surface.

Immediately afterwards, a larger number of airdrop structures escaped from the air fortress. With the assistance of disposable anti-gravity components, these huge "parts" whistled in the air, passing through the dirty air above the battlefield, passing through the rising heat waves of the earth, and falling into a predetermined area near the ground forces after the final deceleration phase.

After the anti-gravity ring is shut down, the gravity-regulating runes provided by the airdrop structure will continue to operate for a period of time. In the process, the engineers will transport components one by one to the appropriate location and assemble them into a purification tower standing on the ground - the node that blocks the wall.

The whole process took about twenty-four hours - compared to other purification towers built in normal ways, this was already incredible.

Images from the surface are converged through nerve conduction to the control hall where the main brain is located, and projected in front of the main console through the magic net terminal connected to the biomass trough. Rebecca stared at the airdrop components all the way to the earth, watching them slow down and landing under the drive of the anti-gravity ring, and watching the engineering troops responsible for connecting the surface to recover the components that landed on the surface, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"The 'cargo' has been delivered to the ground," she looked up at Jinna Prince, who was standing not far away. "They are about to start assembly soon."

"Then we're about to have something to do," Jinna Prince, standing in the commander's seat, nodded slightly, but her eyes fell on another set of holographic projections. The surrounding holographic projections presented the vast wasteland around the entire aerospace battle group. Within the range that the sensing device (the big eyes around Dawn) could capture, some vague black dots were gradually gathering, with signs of converging into a tide.

The Wasteland Legion is not afraid of death. Although the controller behind them is a conscious dark priest, since they suffered several losses in front of the Cecilians' long-range firepower and ultra-long-range firepower, the dark priests have now known to hide in a farther rear and rely entirely on the root network to remotely control their monster legion. So now the alliance forces can attack within the range of the range are all distorted and biochemical monsters that are not afraid of death.

Even if it is heavy or violently hit, the monsters will quickly organize and launch counterattacks again and again.

To be honest, such a counterattack is meaningless, but the distorted bodies never care about this - they are extensions of the wasteland, part of the wasteland, and "things" that have grown into strange environments in foreign lands. As long as the wasteland is still running, the distorted bodies can always maintain a certain amount. Whether it is a supercritical accelerator or a purgatory incendiary bomb, they are like boulders thrown into water. Even if they can knock back the water surface in an area at the moment of dropping, the next moment, the total amount of water in the pond that remains unchanged will quickly fill this part of the gap - so the enemy never cares about what their counterattack can achieve.

Even if the waves of monsters that are coming cannot affect the slightest advance of the Alliance Army, they will still come in waves.

Because the commanders behind them believe that no matter how the alliance army has an overwhelming advantage in every battle, the "cost" of the battle itself is constantly accumulating, the spirit of soldiers, the consumption of ammunition, and the social pressure generated by countries maintaining the wartime system... All of this will not be cleared by victory, but will continue to accumulate in the entire civilized world and gradually become a burden.

In contrast, the cost of the Wasteland Legion is nothing more than a constantly compressed space of activity - and in this vast and boundless homeland of Gondor, the Wasteland Legion can "pay" much more.

Until now, the initial momentum and fanaticism have faded, and the commander of the Wasteland Legion seems to have clearly understood the essence of the battle situation.

Giants wrestle, those who are exhausted will die.
Chapter completed!