East, Baisha area.

The squally showers finally stopped, and the darkness and rain curtains of the end of the world, as well as the deep-sea creatures that emerged in the rain curtain, have left.

At the end of the "feeding", the whirlpool of the sky opened a huge gap, and the ripples of the ocean seemed to flash in the gap, and the deep-sea allies returned to their fields through the crack, they Take away most of the wreckage of the giant deer, leaving only some "residual bones" on the scene.

Those residual bones are now quietly lying a few kilometers away from the Iron Throne, lying between the white sand hills and the Baishui River, which used to be a flat open space, but now there is a huge deep pit. In the deep pit, the rock that smashed the fracture and the soil that lacked the vitality were as if they had been dug by a hard life.

Maryland led a group of officers and soldiers to the edge of the pit. Looking at the bottom of the pit, which still exudes strong magical fluctuations, twisted and entangled bone fragments and a little residual flesh and blood, the commander couldn’t help but feel a thousand emotions.

A powerful "man-made god" with even a certain **** power is so dead.

He died in a feast.

A rustling sound of rustling came from the side, and Maryland turned to see the Miss Siren who was temporarily stranded in Cecil. Before Tyre did not know where to hide, when the dust settled, she showed up.

"Do you really give it to... Eat?" Maryland couldn't help but ask.

"In fact, it's not all for eating..." Tyre grabbed his hair, but suddenly he felt that it was quite troublesome to explain it. He waved his hand. "But you don't understand it so well. Anyway, they will definitely want to go back." Eat a big meal."

It’s a terrible race.

In the heart of Maryland, with a trace of awe, I couldn’t help but look at the huge pit.

Not only is the power terrible, but the mouth and appetite are terrible.

"It’s amazing. You even smashed such a big hole on the ground..."

Tyre stunned as soon as he heard it. He reacted quickly and waved his hand: "This pit is not smashed out - this is a magical reaction that is too intense, and when the retracement field pulls back, it creates an energy field turbulence. It’s such a pit..."

Maryland was full of faces, and he was rude to the nobles. He quickly apologized: "Oh, I am offended."

"It's okay, it's normal for the race to be misunderstood. Our Kraken always suspects that the creatures on your land always live in a dry place that will affect your intelligence..." Tyre said with a sigh of care, "Don't say this." The energy surge in this place has subsided. When are you going to start researching these wrecks?"

She pointed to the "residual bones" that remained at the bottom of the pit after the withdrawal of the Kraken Expeditionary Force. Although they were all fragments of wreckage that had been inactive, their value was still incalculable. For any researcher, those Bones and flesh are huge treasures.

“The news has been sent back to the South, and soon there will be professional people coming here to take over,” Maryland said, with some curiosity. “What do you ask for this?”

"Oh, I want to say that if you don't start researching for a while, I plan to go down to eat two..." Tyre said, "I have been responsible for maintaining the guiding beacon before." Catch up with the sisters..."

Maryland: "..."

This noble-born commander has dealt with various people in this life, but he really didn't think it would be so difficult to deal with the Kraken!

This race can open your knowledge beyond the mouth, and then let any scholar who is knowledgeable and savvy have a lack of words, mouths and tongues, and can’t think of how to answer it. I really don’t know how the Duke of Cecil was This group of deep-sea aliens has established contact!

After squinting and organizing a half-day language, Maryland finally came up with the right words: "This... sorry, Miss Tyre, I am afraid I have to report it to my superiors. After all, these wrecks are now experimental samples and spoils."

Tyre’s face is regretful: “Hey, I know it will be like this. How is it so difficult to make a Kraken? Eating a small biscuit is a bunch of people...”

Maryland: "..."

......

everything is over.

The news of the victory on the Eastern Front was transmitted to the South in the first place, and within a few hours, it was communicated to the public through the newspapers and the magic net.

Although the official has not yet released detailed information about the truth and no formal celebrations, a pleasant and joyful atmosphere has begun to spread in the city of Cecil.

Despite the large ruined land in the eastern plains of the Holy Spirit, even though the Titan empire, which is close at hand, said that no other crisis would break out, at least at this moment, everyone was relieved.

On the edge of the main city industrial zone, the magic power train station, a magical train ready to drive to the eastern region is docked next to the platform, and the holographic barrier representing the waiting state rises from both sides of the track and blocks between the train and the platform. Inside the barrier, the new train carriage is marked with Cecil's emblem and digital markings. The surface of the repulsion generator arranged along the car body is showing a light blue rune brilliance. Outside the barrier, the people preparing to ride are gathering. On the platform, while waiting under the command of the manager, wait for the barrier to open.

Some of these people waiting to ride are Cecil soldiers in uniforms or armor. They are going to travel to the east with this train, maintaining the order of the east and consolidating the border defense. Some are people wearing ordinary clothes, some of them. To go to the Gülen area, some to the Baisha mine, they have employees in the factory or the government office, and some in order to do business between these areas.

Although several experimental railway lines have been transferred to official operations, the development time is still short. On the one hand, the fares are still expensive. On the one hand, many ordinary people do not have the hard demand for long-distance travel in a short period of time. The people who ride and are willing to take the magic train are still a small part of the crowd. They are usually employees of government offices with tasks, or businessmen with higher economic strength.

Most of these people wear short jackets or "simplified" dresses that have recently become popular, and they are decorated with small styles. The women usually have a veil with a veil, men. There will be a black or dark brown umbrella.

These are all new things that have recently become popular in Cecil City. The price is not high and low, everyone can afford it - when people suddenly find that they have extra money on hand to buy something that is not necessary for life, but After making things more comfortable and convenient, similar "new gadgets" quickly became part of Cecil's "make up" their own props. In a sense, these things even some new citizens communicated to somebody. Medium of signal:

I have already had enough to eat, and I have spared my life on a decent day.

In addition to these costumes and household items, almost everyone will bring an extra newspaper or magazine to solve the boring time on the trip, while discussing the newspapers in the station lounge area and on the train and neighbors. The content is also one of the signs of “close to fashion” and “information and education”.

Of course, not everyone will pursue this "decent mark."

Many new immigrants who have just filled their stomachs and just got rid of the embarrassing state can't change their mentality in a short time. They are more willing to save money and save food, and preserve the "hunger anxiety" during the embarrassing period, but at least, in those who already have some economic strength. In the old times, people who are closer to the "citizen class", these "signs" are very meaningful, and it is these people who are shaping a little bit by their own acceptance and application of new things. The social style of the Syl-style, in addition to the old-style aristocracy, serfs, free people and other concepts, has shaped a new "Cezir citizen" group.

People are talking about the contents of the newspaper and talking about the victory on the Eastern Front. No more detailed news has been published yet. The latest issue of the newspaper has only briefly published a message that the most powerful evil creations of all things will be destroyed and the Holy Spirit Plain will enter the final cleaning stage. But even such a simple sentence is enough to relax everyone's tight heart and start talking about this victory in a relaxed and proud tone.

At the corner of the platform, Pittman, wearing a black robe, was directing several new apprentices to carry a few large suitcases to the baggage car. He looked at the beaming look of the people around him and whispered to the next Carmel: "say To be honest, I just thought about whether or not the madman had made something when he died. I thought about whether to run."

Kamal and Pitman have also been in contact for a long time. The judgment of this little old man is quite accurate. He said casually: "Do not believe."

"Hey, how are you so sure..."

"With your character, when you really think about running, you are definitely on the road."

"...It’s getting more and more interesting to talk to you."

Pittman waved his hand, and Carmel, next to him, curiously looked up and down at the old druid's dress: "Speak up, you always wear this old-style robes, don't consider trying the current simplification. Dress jacket or short trench coat? It is said to be very good, more practical and more comfortable than the old clothes."

"I used to wear this one," Pittman rolled his eyes and swept the bunch of rune armor pieces that Camer had up and down. "When are you going to figure out how to replace the armor pieces on your body?" Come and talk to me about fashion."

There was a strange snoring in Carmel's body, which seemed to be inexcusable, and at about the same time, a loud ringing ring rang on the platform.

"The train is ready," Pittman looked up at the magic train not far away, and saw that the barrier at the edge of the platform disappeared one by one, then turned and waved his hand. "I got it out - go see the end of the world." The dead madman is rumored to have something out. You said that the power of Cecil is not small now. There are also a lot of druids recruited into the book. How do I still feel that I have to be such an old bone? Run, the salary should go up..."

The old Druid mourned, as if with a stomach resentment, but quickly took a few apprentices to the train not far away - he was ordered to go to the white sand hills to investigate the death of the "artificial god" after death A little bit of debris. As the oldest druid on the territory, he is also the only expert who knows the inner secrets of all things. He can't escape this task.

Camille, who came to see him off, watched Pitman get on the bus and watched the passengers on the platform enter the carriage in batches.

Then the huge magical machinery began to emit a low humming sound, the power ridge was charged, the rune group was lighted, and the train slowly accelerated in orbit and sailed into the distance.

Not far away, on the streets outside the platform and in several open spaces, several groups of children looking at the lively races followed the train and screamed at the opposite side of the isolation railing. Some pedestrians passing by on the road also stopped. Some people waved at the train, and some people carefully looked at the appearance of this advanced machinery.

The emergence of the magical industry, after all, began to change the world from the level of life details, cultural practices, social order.

"What about the magical industry..." Carmel said to himself, his body slowly flashing. "It seems that this is indeed a good road..."

An electric arc swept through his body and illuminated the rune armor on his chest. On the old metal sheet, the emblem of the ancient Gangyan Empire was visible.

"It seems that I can really see humanity returning to a glorious day... Your Highness, Ophelia, I hope that you will wait until today to see this day."

This new magical industrial empire may not be able to catch up with the Gangyan empire of the year, but one day, it will catch up, even exceed.

Carmel, who has experienced the most glorious era of mankind and witnessed advanced society, is now looking forward to the day.