No matter which world it is in, war will never be as beautiful as people imagine. This thing itself has nothing to do with romance, cruelty and despair are the main themes.
Of course, for the victorious country, war may be more beautiful, at least this beauty, decorated and dressed up, dressed in a romantic cloak, appears in front of everyone.
At this moment, Errit looked at Bellevue in front of him and finally realized what earth-shattering changes the Mortal Empire had undergone during the more than three hundred years since he had lived in seclusion.
"By the gods... Oh my god..." When he saw the crater that was about the same size as a lake, when he really saw that it had truly become a lake due to the seepage of groundwater and rainwater.
While walking in the center of Bellevue, he finally realized what "no longer exists" meant.
In a sense, it's really the same as what the officer from Loveland Hill said: it's just a literal meaning.
Even after reconstruction, this place is still no different from hell. Countless corpses and relics have been discovered, and the ruins are full of signs of collapse.
Most of the originally tall magic tower has now turned into the shape of a chimney. The building at the top has been destroyed and broken into pieces, and the remaining half of the tower is no different from the huge chimney of Elanthir.
Those originally beautiful gardens are no longer taken care of. Plants have taken over the open space, and some daily necessities scattered everywhere record the former glory of this place.
Fine silverware was scattered in the half-collapsed house, and the owner's clothes fell out of the cabinets and were piled on the floor unnoticed.
These abandoned buildings are basically scattered on the edge of the city, and the core of the city is now just a huge lake. Moreover, it is a regular, round lake.
A dirty doll was thrown on the ground. I wonder if its owner is still alive in this world. Due to the wind and rain, the doll has long lost its original clean appearance. Its body is covered with mud, and its face is covered with dirt.
One of the eyes is out of line.
Eric lowered his head and reached out to pick up the doll, but was stopped by Officer Alan Hill next to him: "You'd better not do this, Mr. Elliott."
"Why?" He retracted his hand and looked at Officer Ireland Hill who was following him to visit "New Bailey".
"Our engineering troops have reminded us that if we enter Bellevue, we are not allowed to touch anything. If we must touch it, we must wear gloves and the time must be shortened as much as possible." The officer explained.
"The things here are poisonous? Your attacks will make things have poisonous properties?" Errit frowned, stared at the uncared doll on the ground, and asked.
"I don't know the specific principle. You know, I'm not an expert in this area. But I know that if you follow the regulations, there will be no problems. This is how we ensure operation." The officer replied.
"This is a good habit... I want to know, do you know what the consequences will be if you touch the things here?" Errit continued to ask without moving his eyes away from the doll.
"As long as you are careful and wear gloves these days, there won't be any problems. But about a month ago, if you entered Bellevue, you would have paid a heavy price." The officer from Eiland Hill continued to answer.
He was ordered to accompany the magician to visit Bellive. It was his mission to prevent the magician from running around here or to prevent him from going deeper into the hinterland of Elanthir.
As for the radiation problem of nuclear weapons, it is not a confidential matter. He can tell everything. In fact, he is not a professional. The knowledge he knows is very little. It is just some popular science from the military and some instructions in the combat regulations.
"What price?" Errit finally took his eyes away from the doll and looked at the officer.
"Here..." Pointing to Eric's back, the officer from Ailan Hill answered the other's question with one movement.
Following the direction pointed by the officer's finger, Errit raised his eyes and looked over. There were endless graves as far as the eye could see, and some people were walking among the graves with their heads lowered.
Errit saw this cemetery when he was walking all the way. He thought that this cemetery was the victims of nuclear weapons attacks. At this moment, he looked there in horror and realized that he seemed to have thought a lot wrong.
question.
So he coughed and asked awkwardly: "You mean, these people didn't die in that nuclear attack you called?"
"Of course not." Officer Airan Hill shook his head and said, "These are the officers and soldiers of the Holy Demon Empire who came here to save people after the explosion. Within a few days, they were all dead."
"This is really a devil's weapon... After attacking, it can actually prevent the enemy from going in to rescue the injured..."
"Actually, there is nothing to save." The officer from Eiland Hill shrugged his shoulders and said, "We have been counting here for more than 30 days, and we can find only about 230,000 named dead people.
people……"
"..." Errit felt that he was no longer willing to say anything more. 230,000 people were almost enough to kill him to exhaustion.
"There has been no accurate statistics on the population of Bellevue before, but it is estimated to be around 1.3 million people. After the explosion, we collected about 350,000 refugees, which means... we have not found more than 600,000 people until now.
." The officer from Eiland Hill introduced simply.
He is responsible for some rescue work here, so he is familiar with many local people: "There are many people who are destined not to be counted. People who knew them died with them, and there are no survivors in their families.
"
"We estimate that about 300,000 people were evaporated in an instant. Their bodies, clothes, and places where they once lived have completely disappeared from this world, so we have no way to count." When the officer talked about this, he was a little confused.
Depressed, there was no smile on his face.
"With all due respect, this kind of weapon should not appear in this world." After hearing everything the officer said, Errit sighed in depression.
"What you said may be right, but I firmly believe that we are right." The officer of Eiland Hill pointed to the tents that stretched to the sky further away, and said: "At least we have no intention of bullying the magicians.
."
Several children ran past them, and when they saw the military uniforms worn by the officers, they shouted to avoid them. They had an instinctive awe for these adults wearing the uniforms of Ireland Hill.
The two people walked step by step to the cemetery. There were some simple names on the stone tablets made of broken stones from the buildings.
Because they were all made by local survivors, most of the carvings are crooked. Under each of the once vivid names, some have a simple number, and some do not even have a number.
"Hilton,27"
"Knight Commander Powell, 31, died two days after the rescue began."
"John"
"Leo, 21 years old"
"Alan"
"Kudsky"
From each tombstone that was either broken or simply a stone step, Errit seemed to see young and vivid faces one by one.
"I have no right to comment, because I know that it was the magician who started this war." Elit stopped at a stone monument with a wreath on it, and reached out to touch the stone monument but stopped in mid-air: "But
, please remember these costs and cherish peace."
"Yes, I think we will definitely do it." The officer from Ailan Hill nodded. Every time he came here, he would have some spiritual insights.
However, after a moment of pause, he raised his head with a smile and looked at Errit: "If we have a future."
Yes, if there is a future, the devil's war has already begun, but there is no unity among humans at all. They are still fighting a world war, and half of humanity is still fighting for the devil.
The war initiated by the puppet empire continues to this day, and some parts of the Holy Demon Empire are still resisting the forces of Elanthir.
Revenge and killings are far from over. The mainland of Ireland, which was not threatened by any war, now has to face the attack of demons.
"There will definitely be something, believe me, there will be something!" Elit's gray beard trembled slightly, and he said firmly to the mortals in front of him: "You have to believe that there is a group of magicians who are not tempted by magic.
, still stick to his true heart and contribute his own strength to the world."
…
A warship with barbs all over its side crashed into the dock of the sturdy ferry city of Airanhill. The huge impact cracked the pavement of the dock and also caused the warship's hull to twist and damage.
The strong demon soldier jumped off the high side of the ship, and landed firmly on the ground with his feet, making a muffled thud.
Then, behind him, more demon soldiers jumped off the battleship, kicked away the bodies of the Elanshir soldiers lying at their feet, and raised their weapons.
"Long live the source of magic! All the troops advance! We will leave no one alive!" The leader of the demon officer slashed forward with the long sword in his hand and issued the order to attack.
Immediately afterwards, countless demon soldiers raised their shields, arranged in a neat square formation, and rushed towards the dock barricade that had been blasted beyond recognition by the magic cannon.
"Enter the city! Leave no one alive!" These demons shouting slogans passed the officer and moved forward step by step. The thick armors on their bodies collided with each other, making a loud noise.
On that ruin-like defensive position, a black eagle flag full of holes was flying stubbornly...