Chapter 308 Burn Everything

This is the beginning of spring.

But in the physical universe, the ecological environment of the world of Terraria has suffered a devastating blow in the long war in the past.

Still haven't fully recovered.

The dark, dry ground was covered with scorch marks, and there were gaps everywhere like spider webs.

Poison gas and sulfur smoke billowed out from the cracks, and the only plants that could be seen were the dark thorns that stubbornly grew in the shade.

However…

In such a harsh wasteland.

At the end of the earth stands a magnificent city.

The city is built on the mountain. On the top of the mountain is the Colosseum, hanging gardens and the Pantheon with huge columns, which are made of white marble and various precious building materials. The further you go down the ridge, the more dilapidated the city's environment becomes.

At the foot of the mountain.

There are various heavily polluting factories, and the crowded streets of the walled city are full of garbage and garbage whose raw materials are difficult to distinguish.

The upper and lower districts of the city are divided by a miserable green miasma, and they can be described as distinct from each other.

The bustling Shangcheng District is where the gods live and worship.

The lower city area is a high-intensity factory used to imprison human slaves and provide various necessary industrial products for the luxurious life of the gods. The structure of the entire Paradise Mountain is actually not much different from the structure of Jordan City.

only…

Overall, Jordan City is much more crowded than Paradise Mountain.

After all, the Gods had completely declined many years ago. Their new population was limited, and the number of slaves they needed was not large when the total number of people was fixed.

What's more, given the current environment in Terraria.

It has long lost its potential to support a large amount of life, and this beautiful planet is slowly losing its life.

Before dawn.

Gray radiation clouds hung like feathers in the sky, blocking all starlight.

Only when the weather is very good, can you faintly see the hazy full moon in the sky through the gray clouds.

Angel Balot was lying on a chair covered with soft velvet with a relaxed face, tapping his legs, with a glass of red wine as red as blood in his hand, and the retro gramophone beside him was playing popular tunes from the golden age of the past.

He was wearing a black suit, his skin was gray and lifeless, and his hair was meticulously combed and had a faint sheen of oil under the light.

On Balot's chest.

It has a small and exquisite six-winged badge.

Among the gods, only those beings who can enter the subspace can be called true angels.

The Seraphim means that Balot's strength has reached the limit of this level, and the next level up is the Archangel of the fourth life level.

In the past, when the gods were at their most glorious, the Pantheon was established. According to ancient legends, the number of archangels of the Protoss in that era was tens of thousands, but unfortunately, many years ago, the Protoss completely declined after suffering a terrible disaster.

A clan of gods that once ruled the entire river system.

Not only was it torn apart from the inside, but it also suffered a terrible curse, even for the tribesmen who managed to survive the catastrophe.

He will also be endlessly hunted by demons in his long life... For Balot, the glory of the gods in the past is just an ancient legend passed down by the elders. He was born in the ark of the gods.

Spending most of the time wandering in the dark and endless universe.

Until more than three hundred years ago.

Under the leadership of the ancient god Kalundia, they discovered this beautiful planet on the edge of the river system.

At that time, the indigenous people of the world called Terraria already had a very impressive level of technology. They were even able to perfectly transfer the consciousness of carbon-based life into machinery...

Many of these cutting-edge scientific and technological achievements have improved the scientific and technological level of the Ark survivors for a long time.

Unfortunately…

Before the arrival of the gods.

The world of Terraria has been invaded by demons, insect fleets and even beast legions in turn.

Such a scene shocked Balot. You must know that each of these three is enough to easily destroy a planet with hundreds of lives.

But, Terraria.

This unknown little world on the edge of the river system has been able to persist for decades.

Like a quagmire, the three of them were dragged into a bitter battle.

In the end, the gods came to this world as a savior. Balot didn't know what kind of agreement the ancient god Kalendia had reached with the people of the Golden Age. He just understood that after the war.

The Protoss Ark Fleet achieved fruitful results at the minimum cost.

To this day.

They have lived here peacefully for nearly three hundred years.

For the remnants of the God race who are cursed and hunted for eternity, such a life is simply unimaginable.

Of course, the curse has not gone away. Now, the group of great demons appearing in the subspace are proof that for the remnants of the Gods, the stable time is short-lived, and wandering is eternal...

And even though they paid all the costs, their ultimate demise was still unavoidable.

It is precisely because he is aware of this that Balot cherishes this period of time. He likes to drink and enjoy the works of art left by humans in the golden age.

to be honest…

Balot actually didn't have too much interest in these things.

Even more, what really made him fall in love with these things was not the luxury goods and culture itself. But when he enjoys these things, he can temporarily forget the fear, pain, and curse of the past.

"Da da da!"

Just when Balot had just put down his wine glass and was slightly tipsy.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

He frowned, feeling a little unhappy. Those guards had been by his side for a while and knew that he didn't like to be disturbed by other things during this period of time.

...In other words.

If you come to him at this time, it means that something very troublesome has happened.

"come in!"

No matter what, the tasks assigned by the archangels still have to be completed.

Balot didn't want his soul to be thrown into the Ark Psionics Tower and used as fuel because he messed up his job.

"grown ups!"

The thick wooden door was pushed open from the outside.

A tall young protoss male came from outside the door, came to Balot's side, and bowed forward.

"whats the matter?"

Balot stretched out his hand and motioned for the young man to sit down opposite.

There was a slight smile on his face. After the archangels rushed to the front line due to the arrival of the demon chasers, he became the city's security chief.

This news is naturally kept secret within the Protoss, and the fear of demons has been deeply implanted in the genes of the Protoss.

Even a little speculative speculation is enough to cause riots among the existing protoss. If this news is revealed, Balot himself doesn't know what will happen.

"It's about the remaining humans..."

The young protoss opened the folder in his hand and said seriously, "Bengelot has not responded to our messages so far, and there is no trace of the two human slaves who ran away from Paradise Mountain."

"Also, the activities of the Human Rescue Society have become more frequent. In the past few days, there have been more than ten conflicts between human slaves and gods in Xiacheng District."

"Although these conflicts ended with strong suppression, I suspect that these conflicts themselves are unreasonable..."

The young protoss secretary frowned and concluded, "It seems like he is deliberately hiding something."

"Yeah?"

Balot still had a confident smile on his face. His long and powerful fingers were clasped on the desk, and he made a rhythmic "click" sound, "I was thinking of another rumor. At the end of the golden age, the man who almost The Valkyrie who transcended the fourth life level did not die, but survived with some weird secret technique."

"To this day, some human races still believe that she can return and lead them to complete revenge."

"What do you think about this matter?"

Balot asked.

"That is indeed a powerful opponent. The war lord who once defeated the Beast Legion head-on stopped Master Kalundia in the final war." A look of admiration appeared on the face of the young protoss.

But he changed the topic and said without hesitation.

"However, I believe more in Lord Kalundia's power and prudence. He once led the fleet to sail in the star sea for thousands of years."

"We have no reason to believe that a strong man from the indigenous world can survive from the hands of the great prophet..." The young protoss paused and then said, "Compared to such rumors, I believe that those rumors are just the self-comfort of the human race."

"You're right."

Balot's smile remained unchanged and he nodded.

The White Wolf is the belief of the remnants of Kelfulei, and even now many people talk about it.

not to mention.

During the golden age.

Continuous breakthroughs in genetic technology have greatly enhanced human lifespan.

There are some strong people in the Mutual Rescue Society who have survived from the Winter Kingdom three hundred years ago to the present. After all, humans, like the gods, are races that are nostalgic and don't like to adapt.

Because of his personal hobbies, Balot knows a lot about human beings.

He knew that this was a powerful opponent. so…

Balot frowned, the smile on his face disappeared, and his aura suddenly became serious: "In any case, all kinds of strange things have shown that the human race is planning something secretly."

"We don't know their specific actions, but what is certain is that these things must be related to the Valley of Corpses."

Balot stood up, his tall body casting a shadow in the light.

The protoss are generally taller in stature, and Balot is even more majestic. Standing in front of him feels like a mountain rising from the ground. Even the young protoss secretary who has served beside him for many years feels out of breath. pressure to come

"We have given those corpses a chance, but since they choose to give up...hehe, what does it have to do with destroying you?"

"Over the years, Benjilot may have seemed docile, but in fact he has hidden a lot of power. If you want to completely remove him, you will need at least several four-winged angels to be sure..."

The secretary sweated on his forehead, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lowered his head and added:

"Even if possible, I think it would be most appropriate for a six-winged angel to take action in person."

"Then arrange for the Seraphim to take action."

Balot said without hesitation.

He is not smart, but thousands of years of wisdom still bring him a lot of experience.

If you appear hesitant in your actions on such a small matter, it will be easy for the enemy to see the truth from the truth. And with the little remaining strength of the human race, he really didn't believe that any waste could be found.

"I see!"

The young protoss closed the book and spoke loudly, with expectation and bloodlust in his tone.

Wait until the secretary leaves and close the door.

After Balot was the only one left in this high-rise office in Paradise Mountain, he picked up the wine glass. Just as he was about to take a sip, he suddenly felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

Balot stood up, came to the window, and looked at the scenery outside.

Even the boring and desolate scenery is much better than the unchanging space in Balot's opinion.

only…

What made him feel strange was that, for some reason, the night seemed extra long today.

…

at the same time.

In a mountain col only a few thousand meters away from Heaven Mountain.

Three huge shadow pools have been established. Thanks to Adam's void talent, White Wolf can quickly transfer the huge undead army located in the big tomb to the battlefield with the help of these shadow pools rich in void energy.

This distance is already the limit...

The long war with the demons has made the protoss quite cautious. If they continue to move forward, even the power of the template will not be enough to complete the disguise, and it will be easy for the protoss in the Paradise Mountain to see the difference.

In a valley with jagged rocks and thorns.

The phosphorus fire was faint, and the light in the venue flickered on and off, occasionally reflecting the faces of skeletons and strange soul fire, which was creepy.

There is a strange atmosphere in the air.

Roar!

"War, I long for war. The fire of revenge has already burned me out."

Accompanied by a low roar.

A giant skeleton dragon with a body length of more than thirty meters crawled out of the shadow pool. This was Medea, the tombkeeper. For this war, she unleashed all her power and vowed to pour the fire of revenge on her enemies.

Then there is the undead archmage Xino, and the high lord Benjilot riding a skeleton war horse.

Then there are skeleton archers, skeleton warriors, death mages, wronged souls and other ordinary undead creatures. However, under the influence of the White Wolf Ghost General's talent, the Undead Army has been strengthened in all aspects.

Those skeletal warriors are no longer osteoporosis patients who can break at a touch.

Instead, he was tall and had a metallic luster on his body, like a war machine made of steel. Their vitality is tenacious, their bones are hard, and the damage caused by ordinary weapons to them is quite limited.

Among the sea of ​​undead.

An army numbering no more than five hundred, wearing black armor and faintly exuding psychic energy, attracted special attention.

That is a heroic spirit, and it is also the most precious legacy in the big tomb. They died in the golden age, but their powerful bodies and steel machinery were combined and awakened by the white wolf's alchemy of life.

The combination of the three creates the most powerful war machine.

In Su Heng's assessment, the individual strength of these guys was not inferior to that of Brother Atas or the Dragon Tooth Soldier.

"Medea, do you think this war is worth it?" The undead Archmage Sino quietly came to the corpse dragon and said with a sinister smile in the undead's unique tone, "Use the lives of those powerful warriors to In exchange for the lives of civilians, do you think it makes sense for His Majesty to do this?”

The corpse dragon looked down at his companions, and then said in a low voice:

"Sino, my friend, you are right."

"Even if we win this war in the best-case scenario, we will pay a heavy price. The revival of Terraria, humanity's greatest victory, will not be realized in our lifetimes."

"But is everything we do meaningless?"

"Every second we resist the enemy's firepower, we are consuming the opponent's resources, weakening their strength, and probing their strength. We use our bones to create better conditions for the victory of those who come after us."

"This is the meaning of our existence. It is also why I can endure three hundred years of silence in despair in the cold tomb."

"For the revival of mankind, die heroically, die unexpectedly, and die generously... This is our responsibility and destiny. You must know that in this sacred war, even the most insignificant sacrifice will make a difference. To be remembered by history and to atone for the sins we have committed.”

"Our actions will hasten the moment - the great, inevitable moment - when humanity will triumph and drive all aliens from the world of Terraria. Our remaining souls and The ancestors stand together to witness a new era blooming again on this land.”

"At this point - you and I will become eternal in glory."

Medea's voice became louder and louder, and in the end, it was like thunder rumbling, and the entire valley was shaking under the feet of the skeletal dragon.

"So, now... let all this be burned in the fire of revenge!"

The roar of the corpse dragon resounded across the battlefield, and the cover provided by the shadow pool was completely torn apart. As the substantial sound waves spread outward, the entire sea of ​​skeletons instantly rioted, emitting a shocking roar.

Medea was the first to roar and rise from the darkness, passing through the sky, rushing towards the human fortress on the other side like a ferocious beast.