Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

It was a sight that the creatures of this world would never see in their entire lives.

Even from a long distance, you can still feel the earth-shattering power, the dust raised, the shaking of the earth, and the howling wind, like the sword light of a **** descending from the sky to destroy.

Most people don't know what happened, but many people in the mercenary group have guessed that they saw the giant eagle flying away carrying the mysterious Aurora towards the direction of the elf army.

"I say…"

In the scout unit that discovered the main force of the elves and reported their return, someone swallowed: "Can you tell me...what exactly are we here for?"

After the death-like silence, someone whispered, "...are you here to send birds?"

The giant eagle climbed between the wind and the air waves, and the dust was rising below. Kassandra's face was blue and her body was shaking involuntarily. She was a brave and fearless warrior, but all this was beyond her knowledge. It is also beyond her tolerance. It is the unparalleled and invincible elf battle group. She knows every flag, and also knows the honor and story behind the flag.

Now struggling to die in a landslide extinction, no one can survive that attack.

Such a sight...like a nightmare.

Holding the axe tightly, she drove the eagle to continue its climb, returning in the direction of Valentine.

White mist world.

The Autobot looked at the figure in the distance, and Kant rushed to the store, picked up a bottle of water, poured it hard, then coughed, breathed, and panted hard.

"Father..." it whispered, "what can I do for you?"

"No, no need..."

Kant poured the rest of the water over his head and muttered, "I'm fine...I'm fine..."

He rubbed his cheeks hard, and suddenly smiled: "It's not that difficult...isn't it?"

The Autobot whispered, "Father..."

"It's okay..." Kant said, "I'm ready to take on all this."

"I know, but that's not what I want to say." The Autobot's voice was a little disturbed. "You said that the time difference between White Mist World and Earth is three hours, but my own timer seems to be... not the case."

Kant heard the words, looked up at the clock on the wall of the store, then took out a watch, opened it, looked at the time, and his expression gradually changed.

"Is it two hours and seventeen minutes?"

"Yes."

That is to say, the time difference between White Mist World and Earth has changed from three hours to two hours and seventeen minutes... After he repeatedly opened the space door and changed the flow of time.

"It seems that this is the consumption and the price..." the Autobot said, "Then the time anchor of the White Mist World continues to move forward and reach an agreement with the earth... What will happen then?"

"I don't want to know." Kant whispered, "I don't want to try either."

Now is not the time to explore this question.

Time to go back.

He snapped his fingers and appeared behind Cassandra in an instant.

The strong female warrior even shuddered with fright, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

When we first met, the other party was rude, hostile and even contemptuous towards him, but now all emotions have turned into awe and fear... or the people on his side.

So what about the enemy?

He sighed silently, but his mind was no longer confused and dazed.

I choose, I accept.

He said lightly: "Accelerate."

"Yes."

The giant eagle swept across the blue sky, lowered its height, and swept towards Valentine City. When the mercenary group heard the eagle's cry, they raised their heads in unison, and looked at the aurora carried by the giant eagle with complex eyes.

The previous hostility, doubt, and contempt had long been washed away by awe and shock.

The mercenary group has joined the battle, and the street battle in Valentine has turned to a stalemate. The war continues, and the giant eagle stops on the high platform of the city hall.

There were already many people gathered there, all of them around the gorilla, with different appearances and bright eyes. At first glance, they knew that they were not ordinary people, but when Kant arrived, these seemingly rebellious people all bowed to greet him. , The etiquette is comprehensive and respectful, without a trace of arrogance.

Strength is everything, past and present.

The enemy is an elite and powerful army of elves.

If you can kill one elf soldier from the Dragon Banner, then you can be called an elite warrior, if you kill ten, you are a trusted and respected warrior in the squad, if you kill a hundred If you kill a thousand, you are the pillar of courage and honorable spirit of your army. If you kill 10,000, you are the martial sage of this country and the hero of this country. Epic legend, revered and admired by all young people.

If you kill 100,000 of them, you are a living legend, the incarnation of the gods walking on the ground, light, electricity, and the only myth, even the supreme king will pay respect to you.

...or the unparalleled demon king who everyone gets and kills.

Which one is exactly depends on whether you have the ability to kill a million in one go.

Kant just nodded to the gorilla, and then walked quickly to Nick, who was being bandaged and treated. After a few words with the military doctor, he looked at Thrandron on the other side.

Somber complexion.

The high-spirited elf general was more numb than the most cowardly commoner in the city at the moment, his pride and arrogance had disappeared without a trace, and he did not even notice Kant's arrival.

Spiritual life is gradually dissipating from the haggard body.

Kant walked towards him, took out the phone from his pocket, and glanced at it.

Then he said lightly: "I forgot, so may I ask you, how long has it been since I said that I want to kill 1,000, 10,000, 100,000 or more elves? How long do you feel? how?"

Thrandelon trembled, and then let out a howl like a beast. His eyes were red, and he was about to swallow Kant alive. The elf rose up with all his strength and rushed towards Kant.

However, the next moment, a long stick was placed on his back, the elf was crushed to the ground, the floor tiles shattered and collapsed. sobbing.

Kant stepped forward, drew his axe, kicked Thrandron into the air, and chopped off his left arm.

And then a leg.

Blood spurted, broken limbs fell, heart-piercing pain, but Thrandron was still roaring like a beast, which was nothing compared to the endless torture he endured on his soul.

"You gave it back to Nick."

Kant grabbed him by the neck, lifted him up, and pressed him on the pillar beside him, and the rubble collapsed.

The flame burst out from Kant's palm, burning to the cross-cut wound, the pungent burnt odor and smoke flying, stopping the gushing blood, Thrandron looked at Kant with a grim look, there was no pain, only hatred .

Kant looked directly into each other's eyes.

He said, "Let your Legion surrender."

Several major legions have been destroyed, and the large camp outside the city of the Twilight Chapter has also been trampled, but there are still a considerable number of soldiers fighting and destroying in the city, and they have not been crushed.

Thrandron showed a sarcastic smile and hissed lowly: "Have you ever seen a surrendered elves?"

"I've seen it," Kant said. "He's more noble than you."

"Fut... fart..." Thrandron gasped, cursing bitterly, "The Twilight Chapter will fight to the last minute, killing all enemies they can, ha, ha, Kant, you are so talented , Destroy us directly with the spell you just used! Take this city together!"

Like a ghost, Thrandron howled: "But you should know, what you did, you should also know what you will face from now on! The Dusk Moon Dynasty will unfold to you for today's events. Complete revenge and let you live in fear for the rest of your life!"

In the face of this curse of incomparable resentment, Kant was unmoved.

The situation has been reversed, and similar words can be returned in full.

"If the curse is useful, why do you need a space-based weapon?"

Kant said lightly: "I tell you the truth, that trick can be used three times."

Thrandron's smile stopped, and he was startled, his tone still resentful: "What are you telling me about this?"

"Tell you, there is only talk."

There is no way to hide what happened today.

In addition to the Twilight Chapter, the six Royal Army pure-blood Dragon Banner Chapters broke their wings in one battle, which is no less than the destruction of a dual-aircraft carrier battle group of the American Empire. It is extremely far-reaching, and it will not stop at the battlefield of Goethe and the elves.

The human beings in Valentine's city, and the many mercenaries brought by the gorillas, are very talkative and obvious to all. Even if the terrorist attack that claimed to destroy the five major battle groups was actually a meteor shower that happened to pass by, the leaders of the major countries would not believe it. , they will infer Kant's actions through pervasive spies and side-by-side intelligence, and then they will make the worst guess and make a response plan accordingly.

— i.e. Kant could unleash that attack without limit.

Once all countries and ethnic groups have this guess, then from now on, Kant himself and the Principality of Goethe will never have peace, facing never-ending assassinations, conspiracies and even wars.

To tell the truth, it will be relatively safer. After all, Kant can only get social insurance three times for the time being.

Because intelligent beings are all selfish, facing a humanoid nuclear weapon with never-ending destructive power, they may cooperate sincerely and do their best, but when facing a humanoid nuclear weapon with only three big moves, they will be afraid of their own weapons. Under the full backlash of the opponent, he counted on others to take the thunder.

"So, do you understand?"

Kant said calmly: "Let your soldiers surrender unconditionally, accept the trial and execution of the Valentine people, and I will let you go, and let you bring this news to your superiors, your commander-in-chief, and your queen."

"You will become a messenger, bearing the shame of defeat and surrender, bearing the guilt of annihilating the entire six main chapters, and returning to your army and your country, even if endless criticism, scorn, rebuke, Abuse and doubt surround you, and you have to endure it and live."

"Because the information you send back determines what will happen in the future, determines where the attack you just saw will fall, such as on the head of another larger army, the main force you have gathered. Fleet, or your capital."

"It will also determine when this happens."

"Whether the war is still going on now, or the future where you have perished Goethe, five years, ten years, twenty years, I will be very patient until the best opportunity comes."

"You know, I do what I say."

Kant's calm words contain steel-like firm conviction and weight, as well as breathtaking majesty and determination. When a person wields the sword of judgment with his own will and determination, killing hundreds of thousands of living beings, Many things have changed forever.

But the difference is that Kant still remembers the original intention of swinging the sword.

Thrandron was first hated, then angered, and then fearful. He stared blankly at Kant, the most unforgettable human being he had ever seen, the most regretful decision he had ever made in his life, and he was about to accompany him for the rest of his life. An endless nightmare, a real nightmare, a shadow that never goes away.

But he saw something else in Kant's eyes.

That's... mercy.

"You...you..." he murmured, "what are you saying about the executioner..."

Such words are insane.

But Kant understood.

"I just don't want to let innocent lives die anymore, for the ambitions of your queen, for the decisions of your parliament, for the interests of your so-called country, you came here and killed countless innocent people, killed countless brave people, Do you think it's worth it to let good men turn bad, let the warriors die, and let the patriots suffer and hurt, Goethe, and you elves, too?"

Thrandron looked at Kant's eyes, as if he could see through the soul of the other party, and the purest and most calm emotion shone in it, that is, the radiance of compassion with peerless power.

In that light, Thrandron seemed to have seen many, many scenes, his subordinates, his robes, the beginning of the war, the brave soldiers embarked on the journey in high spirits, **** battles, life and death, from a manslaughter. At first, massacres became the norm.

The innocent smiles gradually disappeared from the faces of the boys, they became the most qualified warriors, and then died, one after another, a pair of corpses, a pair of empty eyes, boxes of relics, behind these, is the ruins of Goethe, yes The curses and pleadings of human despair are the high-spirited speeches of the ministers, the warm reports of success, the medals, the awards, and the promotions.

does it worth?

Thrandron opened his mouth wide and whimpered silently, and the **** tears fell silently.

The horn full of endless desolation and sadness sounded and spread throughout Valentine.

The elven soldiers who were fighting, retreating and even holding on looked up blankly and looked at their comrades beside them in amazement. They asked anxiously, doubted, questioned, and even angry.

The soldiers of the mercenary group brought by the gorilla dispersed the team, galloped along the streets, announced the news loudly, ordered the elves to give up their resistance, and conveyed Kant's words.

Up to now, Kant from Aurora is no longer the happiest man on the mainland.

Princess Tina is the happiest woman in the world.

The mercenary group went up and down, and no one questioned whether Kant was qualified to order them.

The elves who were still attacking and resisting near the city hall were the first to be persuaded to surrender. They gritted their teeth and shed tears, and followed the humans to convey the news to their comrades.

Killing the red-eyed or unacceptable elves chose to continue the fight and were swiftly strangled.

The news keeps spreading.

The humans of Valentine also saw the terrifying celestial phenomenon and felt the earth-shattering shock, but they still didn't know what happened at that time...until now.

Cries all over the place.

On the terrace of the city hall, where the surviving people gathered, the mutilated Nick was sitting beside a flower bed, with a soft cushion under him, his chest undulating slightly, squinting, muttering. : "Don't cry, don't cry, don't let the elves look down on Goethe..."

He was in a coma several times, his thoughts were already confused, and he thought this was the final execution.

Until Nick felt a gust of wind and felt the people around him silently make way.

He managed to open his eyes and saw the figure.

Although his vision was blurred, he would not admit it wrong. After seeing the figure, his chaotic thoughts became clear, his complexion became ruddy, his eyes shone brightly, and his mind became clear.

He repeated the name: "Kant...Kant..."

Kant whispered: "It's okay, it's okay, we won, really won... you listen."

There was a mad cry and a mad cry in the wind. Although there was pain in the voice, there was no despair. Such a voice was actually unconvincing, but Nick immediately showed a look of peace of mind, because this It was Kant who said it.

"That would be great, thank... thank you..."

He repeated in a low voice, tears falling weakly from his eyes: "Thank you..."

Kant turned to look at the medical officer on the side, who sighed and shook his head at him.

He didn't get excited or angry, and he didn't have any hardships. He just nodded his thanks to the other party, then looked at Nick and said softly, "Do you have any other wishes?"

Nick smiled subconsciously: "No, with you there, there is no... Wait, there really is one."

"you say."

Nick raised his head hard, then raised his only remaining hand.

"When I went to visit you, I told you that you had many misunderstandings and prejudices against me, and I hope to be friends with you after Valentine's affairs..."

There was only a vague shadow left in front of his eyes, and a vague world.

Then, he felt his right hand being held, that hand was warm and strong, as always.

"What are you talking about," the man said to him. "We were a long time ago."

So Nick smiled and responded.

"That's it...it's my honor."

More and more elves put down their weapons, and the mages of the mercenary group also controlled the flying flames, calling on the power of frost and the earth to extinguish the fire, and Valentine, who had survived the catastrophe, stopped boiling.

People who were terrified and trembling looked around at a loss and heard cheers and crying from all directions. The humans who had fought so far let go of their weapons and lay down on the ground. The family members were calling each other, hugging and crying. The mercenary group was extremely The rescue and assistance work was carried out efficiently.

Then, the Valentine people who had the spare capacity also joined in spontaneously.

The catastrophe in the city finally slowly came to an end.

The chaotic celestial phenomena caused by the spell also ceased, the thunder no longer roared, the flames no longer cut through the sky, the shrouded cloud lost the support of mana, and gradually returned to order under the power of nature, and the sun broke through the dark clouds, sprinkled To this broken city, to the broken roofs, to the blood-colored streets, to the faces of people, shining on the crying but vivid faces.

Under the farewell of a ray of sunshine, Nick slowly lowered his head with a smile on his face.

A few months after the elves officially launched the war and attacked Goethe, a powerful elf hooves descended on this eastern city. Valentine fought back as tough as many cities that fought **** battles before, and was tenacious against the desperate power contrast. Resist and sacrifice.

From the mayor and below, all the nobles were killed in battle, the mages survived two out of ten, more than 70% of the soldiers died, the rest were all injured, and more than half of the civilians were casualties.

The Elf Twilight Chapter suffered heavy losses, the remaining soldiers surrendered unconditionally, the Trident Legion of Honor, Chimera War Brigade, Red Dragon Roar, Jade Blood Chapter, Blue Air Force, and five Royal Army Pure Blood Dragon Banner Legions completely disappeared. This one suddenly appeared in The elite main battle group on the eastern border of Goethe was supposed to make a surprise attack north to complete the encirclement of Goethe's capital, but now, the entire army has been wiped out.

This battle will surely shake the world and be remembered by everyone, both now and in the future.

They will all be remembered.

Remember that a small city called Valentine fought to the last moment in blood and fire.

The enemy is the most elite troops of the elves, and Valentine has no main garrison, only a crazy mayor and a second- or third-rate city defense force. The weapons are outdated and the training is insufficient. Only courage and will can be used to make up for this like a sky. The difference in combat power, but they played as magnificent as an epic.

Until the endless courage and unyielding sacrifice brought the star of the sky to fall from the sky, they won the final victory for themselves.

The Battle of Valentine, the dust settles.

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PS1: This chapter is almost 6,000 words long, and it’s still two updates to open it, so it’s a bit late, but it’s worth the wait, you guys! Continue to vote! I just stole it.

PS2: Also, I found that many friends didn’t see the second update until five or six o’clock yesterday. In fact, it was updated after one o’clock. Remember to refresh it next time. Generally speaking, if I say a little update, it will not be updated at the latest. It will be two o'clock, and if it exceeds, an announcement will be made, that's it.