In the midsummer, the alliance's army finally advanced to the edge of the central plain of the Old Gondor Empire. In history, this plain was once called the "Tarash Greenland". The imperial capital, which was once regarded as the pearl by all the intelligent races in the entire Loren continent, was located on this vast and fertile land. Seven centuries ago, there was the most advanced magic city on the continent, the busiest air, surface and subway traffic, and the largest unattended hydroponic farm.

Even after seven hundred years, the glory of Talash Greenland can still be found in the historical scrolls.

However, it was the glory of seven hundred years ago. Everything on this plain has been exhausted by the powerful magic power burst out from the deep blue well and the erosion of the long years. Except for the history books and the database of the Ophelia matrix, no one can see the shadow of the past from this land full of polluted soil and distorted monsters. When the soldiers of the Alliance Legion entered the Talash Plain, they encountered only corruption, poisons, an out-of-control magic environment, and endless monsters that were ten times more crazy than before.

The First Legion of the Cecil Empire on the Northern Line and the Tifungdong Wolf Knights on the Eastern Line entered the Talash Plain almost at the same time. When the train cannons and legion-level thermal rays swept across the earth, they immediately encountered powerful counterattacks from the wasteland legion. Countless monsters swarmed from all directions. The sky and the earth were filled with twisted limbs. In the strange thick fog, the distorted bodies emerged out of thin air in front of everyone, and their fighting will and their flexibility in action were far from comparable to the mobs that had been in the past few days.

Mariannu tightened the belt used to fix the enchant breastplate, then pressed one hand on the hilt of the Knight's sword (in such a battlefield, in most cases, the sword is only used as an officer's decoration), and the other hand held the messenger crystal engraved with complex runes. She and her soldiers were stationed in a front-line bunker temporarily built with magic. This simple bunker houses a high-powered focus crystal and a complex magic amplification array. It can increase the legion-level spells, guide and extend it to the battlefield further away, and is an indispensable facility for the legion to advance forward.

A layer of "mud" surging on the plain in the distance, and a vast hostility was coming from countless roaring mutant creatures in the "mud". A strange purple-black thick fog floated above the surface. There were many shadows in the fog gradually taking shape. It was the large number of distorted monsters entering the real world from the boundaries of virtual and real, which would bring about an alienated environment, and the alienated environment could "release" more monsters. In this core area where the wasteland is most powerful, this terrible cycle never stops.

Mariannu watched the tide flowing, trying to control her heartbeat and breathing. Her soldiers were nervous in their respective positions, and each of them looked at the faces. These people were no longer recruits. They had seen blood and killed the enemy on the battlefield before, but in the most central area of ​​this wasteland, even veterans of hundreds of wars would feel nervous.

The transmission crystal in his hand suddenly emitted vibration and heat, and a calm male voice came from it: "Guide point No. 26, confirmation signal."

"This is the guide point No. 26," Mariannu spoke reflexively, and looked back at the crystal half buried underground and the rune array around the crystal. "The charging has reached the threshold and can be released at any time."

"I understand, the battle begins, good luck."

A low buzzing sound echoed between the rune array and the crystal. The powerful legion-level spells began to form over the fortress. The soldiers controlled the magic nodes everywhere and focused the spells on the sky above the monsters that were constantly coming. In the sky, the vague three-dimensional rune arrays had gradually taken shape. Among the rune phantoms after layer, the electric sparks filled with destructive energy were crackling and crackling.

Mariannu's eyes turned to the plain outside the bunker. She held the hilt of the sword tightly, feeling her heartbeat becoming calm and powerful again.

The relaxed and pleasant battlefield training has ended. Time to play house with the cannon fodder distortions in the wasteland edge area has passed. The recruits have seen blood and fire. Next, what they have to face is the true appearance of this battle of survival.

In the distant northwest sky, a striking red light suddenly exploded in the clouds. Under the ball of light that spread rapidly, there were flashes of artillery fire and waves of air rising into the air. The muffled sound of thunder had already been heard along the earth, like a war drum, shaking the heart of everyone. The vanguard of the Cecils, who had already fought with the wasteland legion entrenched on the plains.

Mariannu took a light breath and slowly exhaled: "The show is about to begin..."

On the 32nd of the Fire Month, the Alliance North Line and the Eastern Line Legion took the lead in contacting the first batch of distortions around the Talash Plain and had fierce fire with the real main force of the Wasteland Legion. In just one day, the two imperial vanguard troops deployed firepower equivalent to the past week on the Talash Plain, which was full of distortions. After paying a certain price of casualties, the First Legion led by General Philip and the Winter Wolf Knights led by General Andesha finally successfully broke through the blockade of the distortions, and relied on the superior firepower to "clear" a place to stand on the plain.

Subsequently, the engineers erected a purification device in this narrow foothold. During the forty-eight hours of persistence, the two legions each repelled dozens of attacks from the enemy and successfully activated the purification tower. At this point, the mortal countries finally extended the blocking wall to the Talash Plain and to the gate of the deep blue well. After seven hundred years, the artificial lights representing the civilized world finally burned again in the hinterland of this ancient country.

After the offensive led by Cecil and Tifeng achieved results, the Western and Southern coalition forces finally successfully entered the Talash area. Relying on the powerful firepower from the World Dawn and the support of the Siren Expeditionary Force, the two coalition forces also each captured a vanguard position and erected their own purification devices. At this point, the four legions from the mortal civilization countries finally advanced to the core area of ​​the Gondor wasteland and looked at each other from a distance near the Deep Blue Well.

Although the blocking wall has not yet been closed, the terrible "creeping disaster" is still pressing on everyone's heart. Countless distortions and biochemical and synthetic beasts attack the bunkers and trenches on the front line day by day like nightmares. When night falls, the soldiers on the front line can already see a brilliant column of light piercing into the sky at the end of the horizon, and see a hazy halo shining in the distance. The halo comes from the deep blue well, and the light beam is a purification tower erected by other legions in the wasteland. On this land full of pollution and deformed creatures, the legions of each line have become a watchful eye.

...

The rumbling "thunder" sounded on the battlefield in the distance, and a large number of marginal units disappeared in an established place, and then regenerated in this constantly compressed wasteland environment. The counterattack firepower from the direction of the Deep Blue Well kept sweeping across the ground, adding meaningless casualties to the wasteland legion and delaying the fate of the final defense line.

On this vast purple-black earth, a black structure that raised like a mountain range is slowly moving towards the direction of the deep blue well. It extends countless deformed limbs and amorphous flesh and blood tentacles extending from its edge, like a kind of multifoot insect or a kind of mollusc creeping on the earth. The ordinary concept of biological has lost its meaning in this behemoth. He... or "it", at this moment, is just crawling towards the most eye-catching energy reaction, without stopping.

The artillery fire from mortal civilization is killing its "herd". It does not care about it. The high-energy beam from the deep blue well left terrifying scars on it. It seems to be completely unconscious. In the deepest part of this behemoth creature, supported by wooden and bone pillars, and in the "ventricle" wrapped in chitin shell, a twisted tree man who once symbolized a certain mortal has already shown a completely dry and disintegrated posture. The biological tissue that could no longer be seen scattered on the dark red "ground". In the center of the biological tissue, another runes-covered platform rose from it. The platform seemed to be formed by the intertwined roots and bones, and a ball of glimmering light was slowly pulsing on the top.

The ball is blurred, as if it is soaked in a heart, and it seems that it is floating in a brain.

Bolken is sleeping here, re-experienced memories in a dream that cannot be woken up. The "noise" that once kept whistling deep in its thinking has disappeared at some point. The shouts that once tried to awaken it are now only vague dreams. Bolken is very satisfied. Just as the elves Gemini promised, when the assimilation is completed, it really can no longer hear those annoying sounds.

It climbed a hill half-dream, which was once part of the outermost defense belt of the Deep Blue Well, but the Wasteland Legion crushed it, and the warning tower that had stood for hundreds of years had become twisted metal wrecks in the mud, the scorching Iron Man core cooled in the sludge, looking to the end of its crawling, seeing a huge deep pit like a crater, the former capital of Gondor.

A structure made of molten crystals, like a "sharp cone", lying quietly in the center of the deep pit. A dazzling white light flow was erupting above the cone. The entire deep pit was now covered with a thick shield. The light flow merged into the shield, making this protective barrier incredible.

Bolken stretched out his "hand" and it was an amorphous limb that had split and grown from the soft flesh and blood tissue. It used this limb to touch the shield, as if a flying insect wanted to touch the light greedily. The next second, the huge pain was transmitted back to its consciousness through the nerves in the limb. It felt that its limb was directly annihilated and eroded by some powerful energy, which made it wail in its dreams.

And just then, a voice suddenly came into its mind: "Stop, Bolken."

Whose voice is this? It sounds familiar... The voice seems to come from a pair of sisters, but Bolken can't remember their names and appearances.

"Stop, Bolken," the voice rang again, this time with a clearer instruction, "Take roots underground, and you should feel an energy crack there, which comes from a tributary of the Deep Blue Well. Don't you want endless power? Then draw its power, and draw as much as you can."

Without thinking too much, part of its limbs began to extend deep into the earth. It easily pierced the collapsed and collapsed ancient subways, communication tunnels and peripheral bunkers that had been abandoned by the Ophelia matrix. In a very deep position, he finally touched the strong energy pulsation.

That is the blood vessels of this planet, the blood flow of this planet, the sweet and mellow heartbeat of this planet, and the things it is in urgent need of.

Leerna stood in a biological chamber below the "ventricle". Clear images were emerging on the surface of part of the walls of this chamber, which were divided into more than a dozen grids, showing the distant battlefield, the deep blue well barrier, the Iron Man Corps that resisted the corners, and the tunnels spreading deep underground.

The sound of footsteps came from the side, and Leerna did not look back. She heard the sound coming from behind: "It began to draw energy and began to use energy to open the 'rift' as we told."

"The control nodes are also taking effect normally... The barrier between boundary areas is gradually weakening," Leerna said softly, "It's almost... The end of this stupid reincarnation is coming..."

"It's a pity that all this did not follow the initial plan, with a lot of variables in the middle," Firna's tone seemed a little regretful, but the smile on her face did not change at all. "In our original plan, all this could have ended faster and more thoroughly."

"But now it has an interesting process," Leerna narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was feeling something, "Did you feel it? Those burning wills...the mortal army has surrounded the entire battlefield, and they are launching fierce attacks on us from all directions. A weak, loose, and changeable race is now bursting with surprising power, and we have never seen this...are we?"

"Yeah, the interesting process," Firna whispered, "the weak races trapped in the vortex of fate are trying to control the vortex itself, and I almost began to expect them to succeed this time."

Lerna didn't speak, and after a few seconds of silence, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes as if she was staring at something far away through the thick biological tissue and the vast battlefield: "Do you feel it?"

"I felt that 'he' is coming," Firna's smile became even stronger, and even her tone seemed to be really happy. "Our good neighbor and good 'brother' are interesting. He actually came in person with his mortal body..."

Lerna also laughed, and she and Firna said in unison: "For the first time in one million and eight hundred thousand years, we are so close..."

...

At the command center of the alliance's northern front line, Gao Wen suddenly looked in the direction of the Deep Blue Well.

All he saw was the wall hanging on the tactical map, and four bright red arrows on the map pointed to the deep blue well in the center of the wasteland.

"What's wrong with you?" Amber's voice came from the side, sounding like he was shocked by Gao Wen's sudden reaction, "Why are you all at once..."
Chapter completed!