Chapter 139 Doesn’t it matter whose sacrifice it is?
The airship that looks like a giant beast from the deep sea cruises slowly in the depths of the dark clouds, constantly dropping terminal fires symbolizing death into the swamp below. Every fire that falls to the ground instantly emits crimson.
The flames are burning on the water, in the soil, among the fallen trunks and branches of the mangrove... and even burning in every corner with only a square inch of space. In an instant, it is like tens of billions of coquettish red lotuses blooming.
It's like a sea of blood is boiling, filled with the wails and screams of countless dead souls.
Looking down from the sky to the ground, you can see the sea of flames spreading on the tops of the mangroves at an alarming speed. Those greedy tongues of fire are like vicious dogs that have been loosened from their chains, chasing their prey tirelessly, using enough energy to
The temperature of melting steel licked the soft leaves and dry branches, melting them into ashes in an instant and swallowing them into the belly.
The billowing smoke rose into the sky, forming twisting columns of smoke, which merged into the dark clouds above the head, making the already dark sea of clouds a little bigger. Debris and haze after the flames burned were flying everywhere, floating in the sky.
In the air that was distorted by the high temperature, there was no shelter in the daytime, because the extremely dazzling firelight had illuminated the darkness of the entire swamp, causing everyone who looked at it to feel a burning sting in their eyes, even in their mouths and noses.
The breath inside seemed to be tainted with the sulfur smell of the crater.
A monster of unsatisfied fire is raging in the swamp. The places it passes through are extinct. The birds perched on the branches and canopies are awakened from their sleep. Before they can spread their wings and fly, they are swallowed up by the fire. Those bright and colorful birds are awakened from their sleep.
The feathers were instantly swallowed up by tongues of fire, turning into pale ashes together with the flesh and bones; fish and reptiles living at the bottom of the water could not escape this disaster, because these flames can burn fiercely even in the water, and even melt.
The soft and silted soil at the bottom of the lake has been evaporated, and the decaying matter accumulated in the swamp over thousands of years of life, death, and prosperity has been evaporated, and all vegetation and scales have been burned into dust and ceased to exist. Stripes of ghostly lantern anglers and spiral sauropods
The insects couldn't stand the high temperature in the water, so they jumped into the air one after another. However, when they jumped out of the water, they were still alive and kicking, but when they fell back into the water, they were already dying, floating on the water with their pale white bellies turned over, and every fish scale was covered with
The scorched marks left by the flames.
Arboreal birds and reptiles, cave-dwelling mammals and rodents, cold-blooded animals such as water snakes, and swamp natives such as leeches, floating insects, turtles, and hermit crabs... all fled in panic from the raging fire, eager for hope.
They found a way to escape, but there were flames and thick smoke everywhere. Monsters with teeth and claws opened their huge mouths towards them in the fire and smoke, exposing their fangs, waiting for the prey to fall into the trap. p>
What is even more miserable should be those swamp aliens who thought they had escaped, because these final flames are not real fire in nature, but a magic reaction phenomenon. In other words, they do not rely on oxygen to burn.
, but magic power. Therefore, these aliens with huge magic power accumulated in their bodies are equivalent to natural accelerants for the fire of the end. As long as they get a little bit of it, they will instantly cover the whole body, including the body, bones and even souls.
And burning, bringing endless torture, until they die, the fire will not go out, but will continue to burn until the remaining magic power in their bodies has dissipated.
Vampires, werewolves, golden-maned lions, harpies, deer-headed spirits, prairie hyenas, lizards, bat monsters, night watchers... At this moment, it has nothing to do with the strength of the race or the honor of the bloodline.
No matter how prominent their surnames are or how long their bloodlines are, they will all be treated equally in this sea of fire. Facing the disaster, they can do nothing but watch their fingers, soles of feet, arms and thighs begin to burn.
, screaming in terror until his eyes and vocal cords were torn apart by the flames, and he could neither see anything nor shout anything.
Unable to bear this kind of torture and pain, the aliens fled frantically to the edge of the swamp. The few sanity left in their hearts told them that only by escaping from this area could they have hope of survival. However, the combined army of the religious orders had already
The entire swamp was surrounded by water, and the heavily armed magic knights were arranged in a strict formation, standing silently behind the blue crystal wall, facing these people whose whole body was burning, like evil spirits under the cover of fire and smoke.
The aliens who were like ghosts on parade raised the magic guns in their hands, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation. Immediately afterwards, the chariot slowly turned its muzzle on the high ground, roaring out a rain of light in the sky, and fell
Entering the sea of fire is like the collision of meteors and flames, and the scene is spectacular.
There are interceptions by magic knights and chariot troops on the ground, and blockades by constructs and airship troops in the sky. Whether they are harpies who can control the storm, or they are attacking with sharp sound waves from between their fangs.
The rebellious bat monsters... The alien species gathered in the sky were like a large black cloud rising from the ground, or countless haze-colored smoke pillars erupting from the crater, rushing against the joint equipment of the sect regardless of their own safety.
The blockade under the blockade was more powerful than the tide crashing against the rocks on the shore, and the flood hitting the city's embankment. But in the end, they all had the last feather on their wings melted by the tongue of fire, and they fell helplessly.
Falling from a height of hundreds of meters, towards his destined grave.
When they fell away from their companions alone, their bodies were still wrapped with unquenchable crimson flames. Looking from a distance, it made people feel that the dark clouds covering the swamp were like a sign of the end of the world, and they were constantly heading towards the ground.
The burning meteors fall, one after another, in an endless stream. The fall of each bolide is a death sentence and a foretell of the end.
The flames soaring into the sky made the forest outside the swamp as bright as day. The horrific disaster caused the birds and beasts in the forest to flee in panic for fear of being affected. There was only the sound of crackling and burning branches and leaves of the mangroves in the air, and occasionally
Mixed with one or two sharp and mournful wails, it seemed to be lamenting the cruelty and ruthlessness of the religious alliance.
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Fei'er was still standing on the original high ground, her face flushed red by the blazing sea of fire, and sparks as bright as flaming butterflies flashed back and forth between her golden temples and ponytail, sending a hot and stinging touch to her skin.
She gently pulled down the dark red windshield on her forehead, covering the shadow of the flames that kept beating under her eyes, and said to the subordinates beside her in a calm tone: "Let this fire burn for a month first. One
Months later, Christian, you send some people over to check and clean up the traces, and if there are any surviving aliens, destroy them directly; Dickens, you coordinate and communicate with the municipal governments of Qiyu Port and several nearby cities, let them appeal and encourage
Residents in rural areas come here to reclaim wasteland and settle down. For these people, the religious groups can jointly provide them with houses, seeds, farm tools and other daily necessities, and at the same time provide certain policy preferences... I don't know the details, so I'll leave it up to you.
Let’s decide.”
Both Christian and Dickens nodded to express their acceptance, and the latter asked one more question: "Are you going to build a new city here, Your Majesty?"
"I hope there will be such a day."
Feier said: "But in any case, the era when Xugen Swamp was a gathering place for aliens has passed. The Scycilia Peninsula is no longer the area ruled by alien families in the Middle Ages. It will definitely return to our hands.
, no matter how much sacrifice and price you pay."
And, no matter whose sacrifice it is, whose price it is.
"I'm a little tired. I'll leave the rest of the matter to you." She turned around to leave, but paused: "By the way, Lang Ning."
"Do you have any orders, Lord Fei'er?"
"Write a new report on what you know about Mr. Ringer and hand it in. Remember, your opinion should be subjective, not as objective as a mission report. What I want to know is what you think of him subjectively.
Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"That's it, haha~"
Fei'er stretched, yawned, and walked away slowly, muttering as he walked: "It's so tiring, I thought it was a simple task... I hope the eldest sister and the others won't do it after they know this."
They came to trouble me. I didn’t let them go on purpose. I couldn’t stop them. Alas, there are still three months until the mid-year meeting. Maybe this matter will be used as an example.
I'll criticize it, or let Melquíades go on my behalf."
With a long sigh and a worried look on her back, her right-hand man and her fourth ship officer stood there, looking at each other.