This term has been with human civilization since the birth of it, and has been with it like a shadow.
In the primitive caves, people fight for limited food and living space. In the ancient castles of the old era, the nobles launch bloody battles for land, power and honor, or in the modern high-rise buildings.
Inside the building, a full-scale war is triggered by political, economic and ideological conflicts between countries.
War! War! War!
It is like a stubborn disease of civilization, deeply rooted in the long history of mankind. No matter how the times change and how civilization progresses, war is like the ultimate curse that cannot be shaken off, breaking out again and again in the human world.
"There has never been a war to end all wars."
Holt whispered solemnly, like a devout priest praying his last prayer, "All wars are just the prelude to the next war."
The roaring wind and snow rushed towards everyone's faces, causing a faint pain.
Directly in front, a large flashing fissure burst out amid broken wails, and scarlet tides burst out. In an instant, they overflowed the huge cross-section after the ridges of the mountains disappeared.
The blood water stirred and rolled, and countless ferocious figures were thrown out of the blood water. They were thrown high into the air, and then they were smashed hard on the cold snow. Some of them fell directly into pulp, stained with stains.
Bright red, others stood up unsteadily, let out a hungry roar, and rushed towards the nearest Sublimation Master.
Holt watched the offensive from the Ether Realm coldly. Just as Nathaniel expected, when Bologo and others took action to attack the Pillar of King's Power, the Pillar of King's Power would also fight back and carry out
total war.
"War, like a cruel and crazy self-purification mechanism, pushes all disputes and differences in human society to the extreme, returning everything to chaos in this crazy feast."
While muttering to himself, Holt took a few steps forward and stood at the front of the defense line. There was a pure glimmer in his eyes, and the alchemy matrix was slowly rotating.
Countless lives will be lost in gunfire and gunpowder smoke, thousands of homes will be reduced to ruins in the flames of war, and many achievements of civilization will also be burned in the flames of war. All this seems to be just to make human society experience painful baptisms again and again.
Finally, we can find balance and order in chaos again.
Holt pulled out the iron-cutting and steel-breaking sword from his waist and ordered, "Fire!"
In the silver-covered world, the prepared Sublimation Masters pulled the trigger one after another. For a moment, deadly alchemy warheads poured out like a torrential rain, sweeping across the snowy land and extinguishing Holt's command.
Shocked to pieces.
The alchemical warheads pierced through the bodies of flesh and blood creations at high speed, and then caused a series of explosions. Many figures fell one after another under the baptism of bullets, exploding into a ball of sticky flesh.
In the blink of an eye, a large area of the flesh and blood creations that rushed out of the big rift were swept away, but even so, the blood still surged uncontrollably, dyeing the surrounding white snow. From a distance, it seemed as if the entire mountain was covered with blood.
Bleeding.
"Fire!"
Holt's order remained the same, and he was answered by another round of gunfire.
The people guarding the Great Rift are basically Sublime Ones. The number is not large, but they are definitely a powerful force. However, Holt does not intend to abuse this power, but plans carefully.
The Great Rift is located deep in the mountains, and it is extremely difficult for outside support to reach it. Once this place is lost, even with the Morrowind Fortress behind it as a line of defense, the flesh plague will still spread wantonly in the vast Windyuan Highlands. At that time, the entire area will be affected.
The earth will turn into a deadly dead zone.
Even if the Clerks family is able to regain their lost land, it will be several years before they clear out the flesh plague and the land can be used again.
Holt must hold on to this place and use all means possible.
For this reason, many condensers did not activate their secret energy at first to fight against the surging tide of flesh and blood. Instead, they repeatedly used these expendable alchemical weapons to effectively kill them.
A distant roar came from afar, and then the shells accurately hit the exit of the large crack. Amidst the roaring explosions, the air waves brought up pieces of blood foam.
Holt commanded loudly, "Keep firing!"
At the nearby commanding heights, several machine gun positions also fired fiercely at the tide of flesh and blood. The continuous rain of bullets formed a criss-crossing steel curtain. It was like a screen, repeatedly filtering the tide of flesh and blood, crushing countless heads.
.
In dealing with these terrifying tides of flesh and blood, a military force of sufficient scale has produced extremely effective results, but unfortunately, this advantage is only temporary.
More and more blood overflowed the ground, so much so that they all gathered into small streams, flowing between the defense lines.
The forbidden blood penetrated into the earth, and the hard and cold frozen soil gradually became warm and soft, until clusters of scarlet hyphae rose from under the red-stained snow.
The first ether reaction erupted from the corner of the defense line.
The biggest difference between the Sublime Ones and the mortal troops is that the Sublime Ones have a certain degree of resistance to the Flesh Plague, while mortals have no effective means of resistance once infected.
One after another, ether reactions suddenly rose, and the condensers inside the defense line activated their own secret powers to fight against the flesh-and-blood earth.
Orders from various commanders were passed around the defense line. Soon, the group of condensers evacuated their place. Before the flesh and blood creations could break through the defense line, a terrifying stream of fire fell from the sky and burned everything in its place into ashes.
, even the flesh-and-blood earth was cut off from life.
In the thick smoke and dust, the condensers refilled the vacant positions in the defense line and continued to fight back against the tide of flesh and blood.
Holt yelled, "How long until the Silent Defense Line can be activated!"
The war came so fast that everyone was caught off guard. The quiet defense line originally planned to be set up around the Great Rift was only partially completed after working overtime.
In order for it to be put into use, the alchemical matrix still needs to be implanted in a certain area. Holt's current efforts, while blocking the tide of flesh and blood, are also working towards the activation of the Silent Defense Line.
Even if only the Silent Defense Line in a broken state is activated, it can suppress the Great Rift to a certain extent and prevent the Great Rift from further collapse, causing more flesh and blood to flow in. The Condenser led by Holt
The troops can stay outside the silent defense line and carry out highly advantageous and efficient strikes against the flesh and blood tide.
The war continues.
On this pale land that blocks the spread of evil, continuous gunfire and artillery bombardment have become the only main theme.
Deafening sounds were everywhere, and every explosion hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving only an endless buzz in their ears.
This voice is like the mockery of death, which people cannot get rid of or ignore.
The icy cold penetrated into every inch of the skin, making the face stiff, as if frozen in a cold mask, and the five fingers gradually lost feeling, as if they no longer belonged to him and were just mechanically pulling the trigger.
.
Scarlet blood soaked the mountain peaks, and everyone was fighting numbly on this cold land, as if they were in a nightmare that they couldn't wake up from, with no end in sight.
Due to long-term consumption, some positions on the defense line have become insufficient in terms of firepower, and some weak positions have become a massacre with the flesh and blood creations.
Amidst the blood foam all over the sky, Holt stepped forward decisively when the defense line was crumbling.
The power of the Glorious One radiates towards the defense line. Even though Holt's alchemical matrix has long been covered with soul scars, there is a certain gap between his current strength and his peak self, but this still cannot change his ability as a Glorious One.
fact.
The ether pouring out of the great rift was forcefully controlled by Holt and condensed into a secret energy called amber, covering the entire area in the blink of an eye.
The surging crimson wave ran wildly like a wild horse, rushing through the defense line with a destructive momentum. However, at this moment, it was suddenly completely imprisoned by an invisible force.
Whether it was the blood foam flying in the sky or the torrent of water, they all lost their momentum at this moment and were forcibly frozen in the air.
Those flesh-and-blood creations with their claws and teeth were roaring crazily and waving their twisted limbs one moment. However, the next moment, they froze in place, unable to make even the smallest movement, and turned into a huge mass.
group of scarlet sculptures.
"What are you waiting for!"
Holt's roar came slowly, and the condensers who came back to their senses fought back one after another, breaking through and crushing the enemies who were slowed to the limit.
As the pressure on the defense line eased, the Sublime Soldiers regrouped, and Holt also stopped his etheric output and looked elsewhere with vigilant eyes.
At this moment, Holt's strategic significance is undoubtedly demonstrated. As long as he remains here, it will be difficult for the flesh and blood tide to truly penetrate the defense line.
At this time, looking around, the once undisturbed pure land has been completely reduced to a scorching battlefield. The ground has been overturned by artillery fire, and the snow has also melted under the high temperature of the gun barrel. The melted water and blood are mixed together, and everything that can be seen is
It's all terrible scarlet.
Holt prayed silently in his heart, praying for victory on the main battlefield. Only when Boluogo and others destroyed the Pillar of Royal Power could they win a real victory. Otherwise, all Holt's efforts here would be just a waste of time.
It's just to postpone the time of destruction.
Fortunately, before the new round of impact began, paths of light rose up from the ground, crossing each other and connecting in series, as if weaving a feast of light. As time went by, these images continued to interweave and merge.
, and finally built into a magnificent and brilliant masterpiece.
At this tense moment, the Silent Defense Line was finally built. Although the defense line was still in a incomplete state, as the huge virtual domain slowly started to move, an invisible force began to spread around the Great Rift.
The Silent Defense Line quickly consumed the ether that overflowed from the large crack, and together with the tiny cracks that originally spread crazily in all directions, under the influence of this force, the cracking speed gradually slowed down, and some cracks actually opened under this force.
It miraculously healed under the nourishment of.
The skyrocketing ether concentration here has finally been alleviated to a certain extent, which has also relieved a lot of pressure on the entire defense line. Holt stood where he was, looking back, and saw a deadly storm brewing from the wind source highlands.
Slowly moving towards the big crack.
Extraordinary Disaster·Song of Windfall.
Once the defense line here is lost, the extraordinary disaster presided over by Vonn will immediately take shape and completely cover the great rift. This is the limit that Holt and others can achieve.
As for the rest, Holt can only blindly believe in Boluogo and... the Bureau of Order.
…
On the solemn high platform of the garden, the reinforcement team has been ready since Bologg entered the etheric realm. They are fully armed, and their faces are full of solemnity and determination.
The crack torn by the Reality Anchor is still frozen in the air, like a solidified lightning, releasing a dazzling light.
Except for Boluogo, almost no one in the Bureau of Order has experience in walking in the etheric realm. No matter how firm their determination is, everyone is still nervous, but nervousness is nervousness, and no one is afraid of it, even if this road is very dead.
born.
Aimu, Bailey and other scholars stood on the edge of the high platform. Aimu still wanted to join this unknown journey in her heart, but just like Wosilin had advised her before, Aimu staying here is far more valuable than
It's more useful to go to the battlefield.
Someone asked, "Where is the deputy director?"
This reinforcement team will be led by Nethanil. After safety is confirmed, more reinforcement teams will follow this route and rush to the Pillar of King Power one after another.
Someone responded, "I don't know, just wait for him for a while."
A heavy sense of depression pervaded everyone's hearts. Except for Bologg, who was rushing to the Pillar of King Power and was out of contact, news from other battlefields had been sent back to the Bureau of Order.
Holt activated the incomplete Silent Defense Line and struggled to hold on to the Great Rift. The troops of the Rhine Alliance were engaged in a brutal fierce battle with the Kingdom of Slurry on the border of the Kogadel Empire.
Several elite teams composed of the Mysteries tried to break into the Kogadel Empire, but as time passed, they lost contact one by one.
The spread of the flesh-and-blood plague did not only occur on the earth. According to the intelligence of the people of Xitao, the scarlet wave has spread from the coastline of the Kogadel Empire. They tried to counterattack with artillery fire, but the effect was not great. Instead, it caused several deaths.
The sinking of a large ship.
According to the rate of spread of the Flesh Plague, Freeport will fall soon, and the territory of the Kingdom of Coal will break through the national borders and continue to expand towards the mortal world.
Now the world is no longer divided between the mortal and the transcendent, but like the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, battlefields, and battlefields that have not yet become battlefields.
This is a world war in the true sense, a huge wave that hits all living beings.
Just when a series of information was like an added weight, making everyone about to suffocate to death, the crisp elevator bell rang. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Nathaniel walking out of the elevator expressionlessly.
"Deputy Director……"
Some people regard Nathaniel as their only hope and backbone, and when they are excitedly about to say something, huge cracks traverse the garden walls, steel frames and supports.
Nathaniel moved forward calmly, but behind him, the chamber cracked open strangely, revealing a dazzling golden color, as if something was about to emerge from the depths of the chamber.
"You all should leave," Nathaniel climbed onto the high platform and said to the staff who were ready. "You will die if you go, so it is better not to do such meaningless things."
Nathaniel slowly lit a cigarette, as if he was afraid that others would not believe him, and he said again.
"The rest will be left to us."
He turned his head and looked at the huge crack that was constantly opening behind him, as well as the huge thing emerging from the depths of the chamber.
"Oh, by the way, this is probably the first time you all have met."
Nethaniel stretched out his hand and put it on the anchor of the real world, and pulled hard, like a barrier between two worlds, tearing out a huge crack up to a hundred meters high, tearing apart the space of the living room as well.
"Let me introduce, this is...the decision-making room."
Under the disbelieving gazes of everyone, the room was completely twisted and cracked, splitting the garden into two. In this huge crack, a huge golden palace emerged from the darkness, shining with golden light, shining brightly.
The ether of light flows in it.
Nathaniel also stared nervously at the behemoth that emerged. Like everyone else, it was the first time for him to see its entirety.
Very few people can witness it in its entirety.
"Actually, naming it after the decision-making room is not that rigorous," Nathaniel said to himself. "To be precise, it should be called... the Upside Down Hall."
Turn the hall upside down.
The location of the decision-making room of the Bureau of Order, the shelter for everyone, has been buried deep in the darkness since the day the room was established. Now it has emerged from the darkness...