Another distorted legion was institutionally eliminated in the flames and thunder sky fire. Their fearless attack failed to break through the defense line of those mortals, but only slightly delayed the activation time of those purification devices. The neural signals sent back when a large number of subordinate units were eliminated formed a sharp whistle in the root network, and the whistle sounded between the command nodes composed of dark priests, echoing. By the time they were transmitted to the highest node, there was only a little insignificant aftermath.

The dry wind blew across the hills and wastelands, and Bolken's withered and twisted branches trembled slightly in the wind. The Dark Master listened to the sounds coming from afar in the wind. The wailing of those poor and wise subordinates at the end of their lives seemed to him as ethereal as a distant dream. After a few minutes, the leader of the dark priest woke up from the "dream" and his attention gradually returned to the real world in front of him.

"They have started to fight back on the whole line." He said slowly in a low voice, not to give to any specific priest, but to whisper softly in the entire root network. He was not worried that this would affect his "morality", because all priests are connected in the same root network, and all their emotions have undergone a certain degree of "assimilation" during a long connection. Although every node in this network still maintains their original personality and memory, in addition, they have been erased from the idea of ​​"betrayal" or "giving up". No matter how the situation changes, the will of the corps will be unswerving and will always move towards that final goal.

This is a common and voluntary decision by everyone, and Bolken himself is no exception.

“The purification devices are gradually eroding our land, and they seem to want to build some kind of 'barrier' in the wasteland that can penetrate the land,” a voice from a dark minister rang out in the root network. “Where this barrier goes, the environment on which we rely on is greatly affected, and even... a 'reversal' has taken place."

"If that wall is built, the energy cycle in the wasteland will most likely be cut off," another slightly old voice intervened in the network. "They seem to have discovered the deep operation mechanism of this land, cracking the endless principles of the distorted legion - our existing forces are difficult to completely stop them, and those purification devices are extending to the central area at extremely high speeds."

Another gust of wind blew from the direction of the wasteland, and a roar of sound was stirring in the twisted woods around the hills. The discussion in the root network continued, but Bolken's attention was placed on the other direction - footsteps came from beside him, and two elves with exactly the same appearance came to him in slow pace, and spoke in unison: "It sounds like our situation is not very good now?"

Bolken's eyes casually swept across the elf Gemini: "I didn't expect you to worry about the situation too - I thought you didn't care about victory or defeat on the battlefield except to get together and mumble."

"You have some misunderstandings about us - we will certainly care about our common cause, but we are born with a too cold personality," Firna said with a sincere expression, and Lenna immediately spoke, "So, what do you think about the current situation? We have almost been pushed back on all fronts. In the past half month, not only did we fail to successfully place any new rune stone, but we lost all the occupied land. This is not very optimistic..."

Bolken looked at the elf Gemini silently, then closed his eyes slightly: "The situation did not develop as we planned at the beginning, but the situation was not that bad... We are different from those mortal armies. As long as the environment in the wasteland is still maintained, our legion will be endless, and the loss of the distorted bodies is insignificant... The regeneration speed of those biochemical and synthetic beasts can be completely attributable to consumption, and those mortals... They cannot get any spoils in this barren land. All their actions here are pure costs. Perhaps it is difficult for us to win quickly again, but as long as we continue to maintain this consumption... the final winner may not be those mortals."

It sounds like the Dark Grand Priest has admitted the situation to some extent and grasped the "essence" of this war. He is not discouraged, but chooses another route of victory.

But after hearing Bolken's words, Firna and Lenna shook their heads at the same time. Lenna spoke, "Do you really think so?"

"You can say anything," Bolken opened his eyes, staring at the Gemini Elf with a brown eyeball. "I don't like your puzzles and metaphors very much."

"Then we have something to say," Firna shrugged. "You don't know the potential of countries that have completed industrial transformation in war, nor how the economic system established after Cecil's successful integration of the alliance countries worked. You habitually think that this long war will drag down all the countries of the alliance... From a certain perspective, this is true. Any endless war can drag down a country, but to be honest...the battle on the wasteland is now below the 'threshold' for the new alliance."

"Below the threshold?" Bolken's voice became serious, "What do you mean?"

"Their economies will gradually adapt to the wartime mode, their industrial machines will grow and expand rapidly in the next period of time, their tanks and guns will be produced at an astonishing speed, even faster than the millet in the fields, and the alliance will establish a new set of social orders specifically adapted to the war. After a short period of consumption, investment and adaptation, this war will become their new economic growth point and social cohesion point, new wealth mechanisms, new industrial cycles, and new cultural atmosphere... In this process, even the most backward city-states currently will be swept up and quickly completed industrialization.

"Master, do you think that sending a rotating corps to fight targets on the front line can drag down a group of industrial countries? That is impossible. It requires a higher intensity of war. At least their industrial production cannot keep up with the consumption of the front line at all. If you can't do this, you are not consuming them. You are just gradually 'cultivating' them into a... war civilization."

After the Elf Gemini finished speaking, Bolken fell into deep thought. For a long time, these sarcastic elves sisters rarely talked about such a long theory to him, and their attitude was so serious. Therefore, what the other party said at this time caused Bolken's heart to be even bigger than ever. He slowly understood the meaning of the Elf Gemini's words. The face composed of rough and dry bark seemed awe-inspiring: "Did you do the 'calculation'?"

"This does not require much calculation," Firna said with a smile. "In the long historical record of the Silver Elf, we have witnessed various forms of civilization and social stages. The way the industrial society operates is different from the one you know - even the Gondor Empire, which looked very powerful back then, actually lags behind the current "alliance" from the perspective of civilization level. If you don't believe it, you can recall now. In this war, after those mortal kingdoms reacted from the initial chaos, from their local counterattacks to the present, have the mortals armed by war machines... fought more and more?"

The more you fight! The more you fight! The more you fight!

The word was like a thunder, and suddenly exploded in Bolken's heart. He realized the truth behind this crucial detail. His long-term inertial thinking and lack of understanding of the situation in various countries outside the wasteland made him unable to focus on the operating mechanism behind the alliance. But at this moment, he realized that what the sarcastic elf sisters told him was right.

Those mortals...their war machines have grown at a rate that has exceeded the limit of the power of the wasteland legion. This war is no longer a heavy burden for that "alliance", but is gradually becoming a nutrient for its growth. Instead, their technology and production capacity have not declined, but are beginning to develop at accelerating. Those purification devices, those mechanized legions emerging from various fronts, are the result of this development!

In contrast, the Wasteland Legion is almost out of the trump card that can be taken out.

"...They are training us and testing our weapons and equipment," Bolken said in an extremely low and hoarse voice, a disturbing wave of thinking spreading through the root network. He raised his gaze and his eyes fell on the Philna sisters, "You guys come over and say this to me, probably not just to intimidate or make jokes, right?"

"Of course not," Leerna said lightly, "we said we have a common goal - so we don't want you to step into this war trap so negatively and slowly. What we just said is just to wake you up, and next... is how to solve the difficult situation we are facing now."

"What are you going to do?" Bolken narrowed his eyes slightly. "If the logic you just said is completely correct, then the Wasteland Legion has fallen into an unsolvable vortex, and we have already stepped into this trap--although it is only stepping on its edge, but in this vortex, we have no spare energy to pull out our legs. Could it be that you have a way to destroy the alliance's industrial system in a short time? Or to disintegrate their alliance?"

"Don't think about this direction. The frontal battlefield is irreversible, or we will never win this war from the beginning. The only thing we can rely on is the power of Deep Blue Net," Firna said in a deep voice, and then Lenna spoke again, "Maybe some day in the future, those mortals can develop to the height of fighting Deep Blue Net, but at least at this stage, their industry and technology are still not worth mentioning in front of Deep Blue Net. As long as we hold the reins of this planet in our hands, we can crush all their potential and future with unparalleled strength..."

"So we still need to domesticate this planet - I certainly know this," Bolken said in a bad tone, "but as I said just now, we have been pushed back into the magnificent wall by them. There is no new placement point, and we cannot set up new rune stones. How do you plan to continue domesticate this planet?"

"Who said we don't have new placement points?" Firna suddenly smiled, her eyes seemed to have crossed the Grand Tutor in front of her and turned to a certain direction deep in the distant wasteland. "Don't there is a largest deep blue node under our noses?"

Bolken was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "You talk about the territory of the ancient ghost? It is true... there is the largest deep blue rift on the surface of this planet, but there is also a running iron man corps and a Gondor Fortress with complete combat power! We need to mobilize a large army to capture that place - but before that, our frontal battlefield may have been defeated in one step!"

"So...we need to pay some price," Lerna looked at Bolken's dry and wrinkled face with a serious expression. "The key question now is...what are you willing to pay for our common noble cause?"

"…What do you mean?"

"Are you ready to take the gamble?"

...

The flames sprayed by the heavy burner swept across the earth for the last time. In the terrifying high temperature created by the alchemy oil and magic flames, the mutant monsters with hideous limbs and dirty aura finally turned into ashes. When the flames gradually dissipated, only a bunch of charred remains and twitching pieces of flesh and blood remained on the ground. The smoke and dust of the distorted body was mixed between the biochemical and synthetic beasts, leaving the entire battlefield shrouded in a layer of untidy clouds.

An unusually tall figure walked forward with heavy steps. He held a mechanical warhammer in one hand and a heavy burner in the other. The scripture cloth emitting a faint white light was fixed on his thick armor by fire paint and rivets, and the brilliance shone brightly on his eyes.

He passed the soldiers and priests who were cleaning the battlefield and came to a heavy chariot that had just been parked. He watched Philip jump out of the chariot with agility. Then the tall figure placed the heavy hammer on the ground next to him, reached out and took off his helmet, while a small figure emerged from the nearby holy light, climbed flexibly and skillfully onto his shoulder, holding his head and swaying.

"Patriarch Wright," Philip nodded to the fully armed leader of the Holy Light in front of him, and then waved to the small figure on the Patriarch's shoulder with a smile, "and little Emily."

"Good noon at Uncle Philip," the small figure condensed by the holy light made an ethereal voice, with a smile in his voice, "We have eliminated the enemy again!"

"The counterattacks of these distortions are becoming more and more chaotic from the perspective of command and dispatch," Wright reached out and pressed Emily's hair, and said to Philip in front of him. "I think they are not even as threatening as the previous few days, at least at that time they know how to cover each other and use the terrain to fight."

"Their counterattacks are getting more and more crazy because the purification devices we are constantly advancing stimulate the instincts of these monsters. The chaos in action means that the command system behind them is overwhelmed - the alliance is launching counterattacks in multiple lines, and all countries have recovered from the previous chaos, and the number of troops invested in this battlefield is increasing. Those dark priests are not professional war talents," Philip shook his head. "They initially succeeded by sneak attacks and numerical advantages, and they didn't know how to fight on a real and normal battlefield."

Lai nodded and looked not far away. He saw a field of roots and flower vines growing from the earth spreading rapidly on the wasteland, forcibly covering the lush green on this barren land. The whiskers and flower vines continued to extend out thicker and more flexible "tenings". These tentacles ran around the battlefield like arms, constantly picking and picking among the burning and broken monster wreckage. If you find the fragments in good condition, you will quickly roll them up and drag them back to the ground, which looks extremely strange...but also a little funny.

It was a living forest that had extended to the depths of the wasteland. Throughout the past war, she had been advancing with the Cecil Legion and played an important role.

The expression on Madashi's face became a little weird.
Chapter completed!