Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Cruel battles have been slaughtering.

Soldiers were constantly being dispatched to the western wall for assistance. At the same time, they had to pay close attention to the movements of the other three walls, lest the elves suddenly launch a surprise attack from the other side. This war, for the highest commander, was equally stressful. Every decision must be made carefully.

Kant sat in the car, staring at the city outside the window. The brilliance of magic continued to blow up the night sky, reflecting the panic and crumbling city. The screams and screams could still come in through the car window. The blood was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, and at this time, it had already exuded a pungent and strange smell.

He ripped off his collar, breathing heavily.

The air conditioner in the car emits a steady stream of cold air, which calms the hot breath, but the skin is cold, and the blood is still boiling. There are many scenes in his mind, all of which happened not long ago. Reality and nothingness are intertwined. Severed limbs, faces twisted, deformed, painful and even sluggish, pierced, slashed, hugged with the enemy and fell off the city wall, many, many people.

As well as the crazy and resentful look of the soldier, the eyes of the soldiers around him became more and more strange.

Even with the development of modern civilization and the progress of society, racial discrimination and xenophobia are still deeply rooted. Hugh said that different races mean that prejudice and malice exist in a country or even a province, not to mention differences in civilizations far inferior to the earth. boundary.

A foreigner who marries a princess of his own country will lead to criticism and dissatisfaction in peacetime, not to mention in a horrific war with life and death on the line. Down, as now, he even had to face the hostility of both sides of the war.

This time...different from Huisha.

His enemy is not a small viscount and a hundred private soldiers, but the ace army of the world's hegemonic countries, with 12,000 elite troops. The degree of logistical support, and even the military literacy, is even comparable to that of the modern powerful army.

And his companion is not a gentle, innocent and understanding princess who grew up under all kinds of care, nor is he a knight with a noble character, integrity and tenacity, but a lunatic mayor who will do anything Bloody brave, willing to fight for their homeland, but that's all, a third-rate defender of the city.

These mortals will fight heroically for their families and their homes, even at the risk of life and death, but they are mortals after all, neither wise nor noble, they will collapse due to huge mental pressure, and will burst out of hysteria because of the sadness of the evil of human nature. , to blame those who should not be blamed.

And he wanted to protect the city.

No matter why he came here, no matter what the purpose was in the first place, no matter what the reason is, what he is doing now is to defend the city under the iron hoof of the elves, to prevent the people here from encountering the evil of war, and to keep them away Sad end, that's what he's doing.

But all of this...and so similar to Huisha.

That night, Viscount Samuel killed the killer, and the companions on the ship kept dying. He and the knights sent Princess Tina away and broke through together. At that time, Kant could only fight hard, but there was no better way, because his companions Right next to him, he couldn't leave the opponent behind and use the world of white mist to calmly escape. He could only continue to fight and flee until he was alone.

as it is now.

The preparation of the White Mist World, his own strength and skills, all of which may allow him to break through and leave under the siege of elves, but it is not enough for him to defeat the trump card army composed of 12,000 elves. He knows the only chance of victory. From the earth, but one day on earth, the other world is seven days, even if he only needs one day to grab the big killer enough to kill the entire dusk battle group, but seven days is enough for this elf army to raze Valentine to the ground , can even be leveled twice.

"Actually... I understand the truth."

Kant whispered: "I razed Huisha Castle to the ground, I killed the Goode family and their accomplices one by one, and neither of them was forgiven, I executed them, I slaughtered them, but I understand from beginning to end, even if If I kill ten, one hundred, one thousand, he won't come back to life."

The Autobots surprisingly understood what Kant was trying to convey.

"Father, it's not your fault."

Iron Son's deep voice came out of the speaker: "You have tried your best."

Kant leaned his body on the seat back wearily and said softly: "I tried my best... I did my best in Huisha, but I didn't save anyone except Tina, and I did my best here, but if the Elf Destroying the city and slaughtering it, then my best efforts are meaningless."

"Of course I can continue to fight against the elves, use all the cruel and terrible means I can think of against them, avenge them, torture them, make them cry, make them deeply regret, and can be killed and slaughtered by them. People...can't survive either."

The Hummer shook, and the iron son said uneasy: "Father, you..."

Kant smiled wearily: "Reassurance, reassurance, I'm not that stupid, I would not do anything about tying myself out of the city in exchange for the lives of the people in the city... I wouldn't do it."

"I also know that most of the people in this city have the potential to be bastards. Now many people are scolding me and blaming me in their hearts, maybe tomorrow will be more, they will scold me, hate me, and force me away. , drive me away, and then the elves break into the city, most of them can't eat and walk around, and they asked for it themselves, although I won't be ecstatic, but I won't blame myself for this..."

"But…"

Kant looked out the window, looking at the pitch-dark houses, in this fierce shouting and killing, in this violent siege, the powerless, weak and helpless people must hide at home, hiding in bed. At the bottom, holding his family, shivering, praying, praying, passively waiting for his own destiny.

"Even so, no matter what, I just feel sad, pity, and sadness for the fate of the people of this city, the suffering of these innocent lives."

The traveler from the earth said softly: "These people are going to die..."

It was not only Hong Sam, but also Kant himself who had experienced such a **** battle and foresaw the future from the elves' despicable schemes.

The two of them have one thing in common, that is, they don't have the slightest extravagance and delusion about human nature.

"And there's nothing I can do."

Kant said calmly: "I can only be an avenger, not a protector. I can only smash everything about the murderer after the incident, but can't stop them when the atrocity happens..."

"It was like this last time, and it is like this this time..."

He pulled out the crimson scroll from his arms. It was this strange object found in the Saint India Island that changed the location of the teleportation, pulling him here abruptly and intervening in Valentine's fate.

"Damn, why."

He sighed softly and scoffed.

"Why do you want me to come to such a ghost place?" he murmured, "otherwise I wouldn't necessarily come, or I wouldn't see it, or I wouldn't know."

The elves attacked like fire, and Goethe was everywhere, struggling to support, and even the city was destroyed, and there were countless deaths, and it was not only in Valentine, this was war.

But at least if you can't see it, if you don't know it, it will be better.

"I said I wanted to end the war and change this..."

Kant, who was fighting in the middle of the night in this unprecedented suffocating air, put his forehead on the steering wheel and said silently: "It's too difficult, it's too difficult..."

The crimson scroll flashed in his hand, as usual, but nothing happened.

The **** of justice and mercy, the dragon of time and space, the head of the gods, has not responded to any call from the earth today. The war in this land continues, and sin, death, madness and despair are constantly being staged.

Kant lay on the steering wheel, eyes closed, silently silent.

Autobots have no consolation.

The newly born mechanical lifeform is far from enough wisdom and experience to comfort his father, nor to give any advice and guidance.

But the spiritual connection made him feel a huge and restrained confusion, powerlessness and sadness from his father, which made the young Autobot realize something - in the face of cruel and frustrated facts, he realized his own powerlessness and inadequacy, and he fell into self-consciousness. Responsibility and sadness are not overthrown by them, and still believe in the possibility and power of the future... This process may be called growth.

"Father, I will protect you, protect everything about you."

It whispered: "No matter what you encounter, no matter what you want to do, no matter whether you advance or retreat, stand or fall, persist or give up, no matter what, I will always support you and be supported by you, Keep the path we believe in."

"Warden the enemy like an eagle, and become a tenacious and unyielding guardian. If you are hindered by a despicable enemy, I will avenge you at all costs... Father, I have finished reading the fairy tale book you gave me. part of Egypt, and that's how I found the name I wanted."

The Autobot paused for a moment, ready to say the name proudly.

That is what it saw from Egyptian mythology, the name of the **** that not only conforms to its own will and positioning, but also reflects the deep affection between father and son.

It's going to be named after that.

If it had been before, Kant would have been very interested in the name chosen by Iron Son, and would have taken the opportunity to laugh at him and criticize him, but at this time he did not, because he was immersed in a different emotion, and the name was just a code name. Tonight, many named lives are lost, and there may be more tomorrow.

But when the Autobots were about to say their names, Kant's expression changed.

Because I heard the melodious sound of the horn.

That desolate and rough voice appeared very rarely, but probably no one in the city did not recognize this voice, because it was the bugle of the elf, and when it was played, it meant war and death.

Or... retreat.

There was a huge cheer from the distant city wall.

But it was only in the distance, and there was no movement on the nearby city wall, as if it was a delay.

The elves retreated.

repelled the enemy.

hold the city.

survived again.

Hong San's figure dodged from the city and rushed to the side of the Humvee at an extremely fast speed. He slapped the window almost recklessly, and said with joy: "Master, the elves have retreated! We won! We actually held it! I still I thought I was going to lose it! It seems that the elves can't hold it anymore! Could it be that reinforcements have arrived?"

The car window fell silently, and Kant turned to look at Hong San, his eyes were calm, without the slightest joy.

He said slowly: "Can't you think of why the elves retreated? Are they really unable to support it?"

Hong San was stunned for a moment, and then the remaining smile froze on his face, and boundless horror and anxiety rose up and enveloped his whole body, as if a cruel winter came in an instant.

After a brief surprise retreat, he also guessed the elf's intention.

That despicable and shameless stratagem of alienation, used alone, cannot be effective. Only when the cruel and terrifying pressure of war continues to wear away the fighting spirit of the Valentines, this tactic of killing hearts can be further effective. Tonight, the elves are attacking the city like a raging tide, The Valentine's will to fight drives one soldier after another crazy, and immediately withdraws when the casualties reach the cordon. The purpose is just to...

- Let the bullet fly for a while.

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PS1: Let's go here first today... The plots of these two days are more heavy, after all, I still have to lay the groundwork for description, which makes me feel a little bad, plus the KyoAni incident... As a creator , It feels really bad. I heard that the arsonist **** was rescued. I have to say, this is the best news in the past two days. How can this beast be allowed to die like this.

PS2: Do you want to go to the group tomorrow to mute a few sand sculpture group members to have fun...

PS3: In short, try to write as much as possible tomorrow and the day after, and quickly pass the final foreshadowing and go to sleep.