Veronica walked out of the door, the warm and warm sun shone on her shoulders in the late spring, a brilliant sun hung high in the sky, the crown of the huge sun and the faint wood grain on the surface of the sun wheel transformed into a magnificent scene behind the thin clouds, a breeze blew from afar, blowing through the bustling streets of Cecil and the lush trees on the roadside, the wind carried the fragrance of plants and the sound of traffic.

She took a breath gently, as if she wanted to deeply imprint this breath of prosperity into this body, so she spit out the turbid air for a long time. She opened her arms slightly in the sun and squinted her eyes gently. Everything that the body perceived was instantly transmitted to the main servo matrix. Then, she opened her eyes again, and the scene captured by the 43,672 comprehensive sensors, sound and touch filled her thinking threads.

The thick hot wind was swept violently on the sentry tower of the outer defense belt with sand and dust. The broken armor plate was emitting blue smoke in the dim sky light. The welding drone was speeding between the weapon station and the shield platform. High-energy missiles and magic beams from afar cut the sky like a net, bombarding the ancient shields above the old imperial capital with the whistling sound. The translucent energy barrier rippled in the bombardment. Under the waves of the energy barrier, huge waves composed of distorted bodies and synthetic beasts were surging from afar. Those mutated and distorted body images and chaotic roars of chaos were transmitted back to the matrix through sensors spread across the battlefield, causing waves of roars between the data processing units.

The deep laboratories were closed, the excavation stations were closed, all machining centers and manufacturing centers were reordered, all energy and materials were supplied to war units, the Ophelia matrix closed all systems that could be closed, and the energy and resources accumulated over the past few hundred years were all invested in war factories and front-line facilities, and the Iron Man Corps also came out in full swing.

After seven hundred years of silence, the last corps left by the Gondor Empire once again set foot on the battlefield. This may be the last time they defended their homeland. This time, they defended not only the Gondor capital.

This is the spring of Cecil's fourth year. On the 50th of the month of recovery, the Battle of Wasteland ushered in the biggest change since the war. A series of actions to attack the civilized world were stopped. The legions of the alliance line counterattacked to the heart of the wasteland and the extension of the blocking wall was unstoppable. The dark priest entrenched in the depths of the wasteland gave up the confrontation with the main force of the alliance and chose to attack the Deep Blue Well with all his might.

Distorted bodies, biochemical and synthetic beasts, deformed root structures, priests... All the power of the Wasteland Legion was integrated in a very short time, turning into a huge wave like a landslide and tsunami. It launched a fierce attack on the Deep Blue Well from all directions. The central area of ​​the Wasteland, which had always maintained a confrontation before, fell into a huge war in a flash. The army of darkness like a craze covered the vast land around the ancient Gondor imperial capital, and fierce battles unfolded on every inch of scorched earth. In the surging dark tide, the glory of the Deep Blue Well once again became the most eye-catching light on this land, just like seven hundred years ago.

The huge change that occurred in the central area of ​​the wasteland was also immediately passed to the entire alliance. This shocking change shocked the leaders of the alliance member states, but no one was really panicked. As early as the day when the wall blocking project started, the highest staff of the alliance, mainly Cecil, Tifeng and Silver, conducted deductions. The senior generals and military and political leaders of the three empires had long predicted that once the command of the wasteland legion realized that the situation was irreversible and the consumption tactics were not effective, they would regard the Deep Blue Well as the "last choice". The entire alliance was waiting for the arrival of this turning point. Therefore, although this turning point appeared more suddenly than expected, the mortal army was not unprepared.

On the 53rd of the month of recovery, after an unprecedented scale of material and personnel mobilization, the entire alliance's promotion in the wasteland began to accelerate. Headed by the main forces of the three empires, dozens of member states took out all the soldiers, food, civilians, steel, and everything that they could take advantage of was flowing towards the ancient Gondor land, and turned into a hot torrent on the front line, as well as the purification towers that rose from the ground.

Shortly after the alliance accelerated its advancement across the board, the commanders of the vanguard troops confirmed the signs of decline of the wasteland legion. Although there were more aberrations and synthetic beasts deeper into the wasteland, the contrary, the command and combat awareness of these monsters were declining rapidly. The wasteland legion, which was originally disciplined and tactical, began to become more and more chaotic. On most fronts, the distorted bodies only knew to charge blindly and rely on instinct to attack active units. In a few areas, there were even completely uncontrollable "wild" distortions and synthetic beasts that were lost and wandering around. This not only relieved the pressure on the front line troops, but also confirmed the judgment of the commanders and leaders.

Although the troops of the Wasteland Legion are infinite, the commanders behind them are limited. When they all turn around to attack the Deep Blue Well, the "slow troops" left on the front battlefield will inevitably be a group of mobs.

On the front line of Cecil, a dazzling white torrent roared through the sky, leaving a slightly distorted trajectory in the atmosphere that kept evaporating due to high heat. At the end of the battlefield, the torrent contacted the earth. The high-purity and high-intensity arcane energy directly melted the rocks, evaporated the land, leaving a series of dark red lava scars on the earth. The monsters running wildly on the earth turned into smoke and dust under the cover of white light, and even no residue was left.

The arsenal sections at both ends of the heavy armored train "General Dong" emitted a low roar, and heat dissipation openings were opened below the armor plate. The alchemy coolant absorbed a large amount of heat in the heat exchange grid of the iridescent generator and turned into transpiration white mist, storming out from both sides of the war machine. The technical sergeants in the arsenal immediately filled the new coolant storage tank into the slot, and the empty storage tank rolled down from a guide rail at the end of the carriage and fell into the recycling box to be filled again.

The disposable throwable coolant storage tank, the adoption of this new technology (or new ideas) has greatly improved the firing rate and stability of the radiant cannons equipped on armored trains. Compared with the traditional heat dissipation system maintained by a huge water pump and pipeline system, the new alchemy coolant storage tank has nearly doubled the firing rate of the radiant cannons, and the entire system occupies less than one-third of the space of the old pump set. The extra space is even enough to install two near-defense weapon stations and corresponding ammunition depots.

Philip stood in the tactical section of the General Dong and watched the scene on the battlefield through different surveillance images. He saw the remaining distorted bodies and biochemical synthetic beasts re-launched offensives on the plains. If the rushing towards him was also called an "offensive", the fierce bombardment of the rainbow light cannons and train cannons did not make these wise creatures feel afraid. Without command, they could not do any difficult operations such as finding cover, dispersing formations, and wave charges. All they could do now was to rush up in a swarm and then face the baptism of artillery fire.

But the huge number and fearless attitude will still play some role. After the number has been reduced by half, many monsters have rushed to a relatively close distance. At this distance, neither the rainbow generator nor the train cannon of the armored train could fire smoothly. They are powerless to do anything about the targets within the nearest firing world.

Therefore, the light infantry cannons, grenade launchers, train near-defense cannons, and the purification weapons in the hands of white knights and armed nuns on the positions are at their right time.

Under the dim skylight, the tide of flesh and blood composed of wasteland monsters rushed towards the defense line built by mortals. The near-defense guns and light track acceleration cannons began to roar. The dense line of fire fell into the tide like rain, and after a brief delay, a continuous wave of shock waves and explosion fires were set off. Then, the white knights in heavy armor emerged from the crowd. They had strong armor, firm will and excellent shields (and the special effects of holy light), which was enough to resist the weak-powered energy beams and egg-free magic missiles projected by the casting units in the distorted body. The holy light impact cannon in their hands was enough to purify all unclean things within two or three hundred meters in a short time.

Immediately afterwards, the armed nuns also launched an attack on the front. They used reinforced shields, enthusiasm for the empire and the holy light that creates atmosphere as their armor. The priest staff in their hands has been equipped with a "Grave Wrath" type combustion system. This burner designed for female priests is much lighter than the heavy burner used by the White Knights and has a relatively close range. However, it has been equipped with a catheter that transports special burners. This catheter is connected to the "sacred storage tank" on the nuns' backs. The efficient alchemy potion inside can burn the flames on those blasphemous heretic monsters until all their sins are purified.

Of course, some monsters in the wasteland are particularly resistant to burning, and the sins on their bodies cannot be purified for a while, but this is not a problem. The nuns have set up heavy combustion towers in their positions, and the plasma jets (high-level spell Flame Demon Whip) emitted by the object can even burn through the outer wall of the reinforced concrete bunker.

As stated in the Imperial Standard Military Manual, the White Knights and the Armed Nuns are excellent medical units. Not only are the methods of curing diseases and saving people without any bad reviews, but the methods of curing this land are also superb.

The roar of artillery fire echoing slightly in the armored train gradually weakened. When the enemy was completely defeated, General Dong's close-defense artillery stopped roaring first, and then the infantry artillery at several nearby fire points gradually calmed down. Philip retracted his sight from the monitor screen, turned around to the other side of the carriage and opened the armored slab outside the window, directly observing the situation on the battlefield through his eyes.

The main wasteland forces entrenched in this area have been eliminated. Now only a few individuals who are staggering in the sea of ​​fire and craters are still staggering in the sea of ​​fire and bomb craters. The instinct drives them to continue moving in the direction of life. The soldiers do not have to go to the battlefield to clear them. They will actively crawl to the fire net and lead the neck to the killing and losing command. After all, they are just a group of monsters that are inferior to wild beasts.

Some wriggling shadows poked out from the edge of the car window, which were dark brown vines or tentacles. They wandered around the battlefield that turned into scorched earth, searching and picking among the corpses. Philip saw a staggering biochemical beast that had just crawled out of the crater and was rolled up by one of the tentacles. The ugly monster struggled hard in the air, screaming loudly, and then was roasted by the tentacles on the fire until they were cooked. Then the tentacles quickly returned to the nearby cracks with the spoils.

The sound of chewing came from the depths of the earth.

But more tentacles were found nothing on the battlefield either were completely burned, the carbonized wreckage or the "lumb" that had been completely blown up and could not be evenly matched, or they were distorted skeletons that had begun to turn into smoke and dust. If it were Belltila, who had just crawled out of the edge of the black forest and was so hungry, she would not be unacceptable to these things, but now she is not so anxious to lack biomass, and of course she would dislike these "low-quality food".

The tentacles who had nothing to gain gave up foraging on the battlefield and chose to go back and continue to chew the soil.

The magic net terminal next to it suddenly lit up. Philip turned his head and saw a figure wearing a green priest's skirt appearing in the projection. Behind this figure is the background formed by a large field of pure white flowers.

"Ms. Belltila," the young Imperial Field Marshal nodded to the lady with outstanding military achievements. "We have cleared this area and you can extend your subsequent limbs to build a position."

"After the surface cools down, I will break the soil and sprout the buds and bodies are on standby in the soil near you," Belltila said, but then frowned again, and muttered with some resentment, "There are fewer and fewer foods on the battlefield recently... Are you a little overheated? Especially today, those that are also fried too much."

"This..." Philip didn't expect the other party to complain about this, and his expression was a little awkward. "In fact, it was because the enemy had no tactics after losing command. Those monsters rushed to blockade of firepower. Most of them would be turned into dust by tank cannons and rainbow light jets before they could even wait for close combat. It was not easy to preserve relatively well in this situation..."

"Ah, it's okay, I just said it casually," Belltila found that this serious young man was really worried, and she couldn't help but wave her hand, "This is a war, I'm not here to have a picnic."

"Thank you for your understanding," Philip said immediately with a serious look, but he still couldn't help asking, "Now it is becoming increasingly difficult for you to collect biomass from the wreckage on the battlefield. Is there any trouble in growth and supply? Do we need to add some additional transportation pipelines and biomass splitting pools? Now the railway line is open, and in terms of material transportation..."

"No, the biomass supply is going well," Belltila interrupted Philip. "The purification device behind has been working. Now the clouds above the wasteland have become much more normal than before. I can rely on normal photosynthesis to absorb some of the nutrients, and I have found a new source of nutrients underground."

"The source of nutrients underground?" Philip was a little curious, "You mean..."

"I have successfully cut off the entire northern region of the root system network, or my incompetent compatriots have voluntarily given up on these things that they have no control," Belltila's tone was filled with joy, "Now I am gnawing on the roots of trees."
Chapter completed!