MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 852 phase attack

The noisy and frenzied voice in his ears disappeared.

The cold burst from the body is spreading.

The body is shaky, as if rolling in a whirlpool, as if falling into an endless abyss.

Maybe that's what death feels like.

—Until the sudden force behind him pushed him to the ground.

The ground was no longer the flat and smooth slate of the big square, but a rougher and icy ground. Leonard curled up on the ground, screaming in pain, and rolling weakly.

He looked weak, but his hands were quietly groping, to see if there were stones on the ground that could be used as weapons... but he was disappointed.

The former soldier who sneaked into the Far Harbor opened his eyes, and the next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

What comes into view is a pair of excellent quality military boots, next to a table and chairs, this is a dark room, how did I get here? Where is this place?

After this thought arose, the previous memory came to mind, and Leonard remembered what happened to him.

Terrible speeches, fanatical people, helpless, terrified roars.

Then the icy sharp blade pierced his chest and abdomen, and a strange icy whisper sounded in his ears.

The man said, welcome to start a different life.

It seemed that he appeared here in just a blink of an eye.

"Prisoner 226, charges, espionage, treason, subversion, conspiracy, riot..." the man standing in front of him said coldly, "stand up and report to me."

Sure enough.

Hearing this voice and the string of ridiculous charges, Leonard understood his current situation.

The plan fell through.

Sure enough, has been watched by Kant...

The reason why I came here was also sent by Kant's space teleportation magic.

-where is this place?

Leonard let out a pretentious scream of pain, pretending to be still confused and in pain, rolling on the ground, and quickly observing the surroundings with the corner of his eyes.

But then, he heard a sigh from the person beside him.

"Applying for deterrent punishment, the reason is that the prisoners have not yet understood their own situation, and they are still fighting with a non-cooperative attitude, and trying to find opportunities to attack and escape."

The man did not know who he was talking to: "Relevant video and audio evidence has been submitted."

Leonard's heart shuddered suddenly. Although he did not understand some strange terms and terms, as an intelligence leader, his experience and knowledge were enough for him to conclude that he was going to be taught a lesson.

but…

No power to punish me directly, do I need to apply to a superior? This will take about ten seconds, enough for me to do something, but until the right opportunity...

With such a thought in his mind, Leonard gritted his teeth, preparing to suffer the next punishment.

- He could stand up immediately and beg for mercy, but he didn't because he wanted to figure out what form and intensity of the so-called punishment.

This aids in subsequent escape operations.

But at this moment, he heard the man say: "By the way, the paragraph just now was told to you to let you know what the process is for you. And I don't have to speak when I submit an application. The app on the kid can initiate a one-click sanction on you, which is very convenient and fast, and even in an emergency, you can directly sanction you without applying for it, but you need to make up a report afterwards.”

"If I accidentally kill you, I will have to undergo a polygraph interrogation to prove that it was an accident and not my intentional, public revenge."

Hearing this, Leonard had a strong feeling of badness in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the man said, "Call it."

So Leonard cried out in pain like a twenty-four-year-old student.

And quickly turned into a tragic howl.

He only felt that there was a foreign body in his body that was ravaging frantically, torturing him. The pain had surpassed all the punishments he had endured so far. Even the endurance training in spy training was far from being comparable. The hard-hitting man was in tears.

Leonard roared, twisted, and rammed. He even wanted to tear open his stomach with his hands and grab the contents, but his body seemed to be out of control, preventing him from self-mutilating. —An unspeakable fear rose in my heart.

Because intuition told him that it was the foreign body in his body that controlled his body and stopped his self-mutilating actions—the foreign body controlled his hands and feet, and whispered sneeringly in his ear.

It said, don't do this, don't hurt... my body.

I don't know how long the pain lasted, and the terrifying torture left with a sneer. Leonard lay on the ground, like a fish that had just been caught, sweating profusely.

His heart was cold and frightened, pressing his chest and abdomen, he suddenly thought of the previously pierced chest, the purple thorn that revealed.

The color is exactly the same as the huge prism above the army array.

What it is?

"Are you going to spend the rest of your life on the ground, or stand up now and obey my orders?"

Even though he was as strong and stubborn as Leonard, he obediently got up at this moment, daring not to rebel or resist, his lips trembled, and there was still fear in his eyes.

The young guy in front of him, wearing a military uniform, light blue eyes, blond hair, a high nose bridge, a typical Goethe appearance, and listening to his accent, is an Easterner.

Or to be precise...

He whispered, "Valentan."

"Yes." The young man's expression instantly became solemn, and he said seriously to the jailer in front of him, "I come from the holy and unyielding Valentine, follow the blood alliance forged with the blood of compatriots and elves, and follow His Royal Highness Kant. Until the end of the world and the end of life, you are speaking to the most loyal of Valentine's descendants."

Hearing this, even if Leonard still had lingering fears over the previous pain, the resentment in his heart still erupted. Kant usurped the country and blinded the hearts of good people.

Leonard gritted his teeth and said, "Your allegiance is to the Archduke and Goethe!"

"you are wrong."

The Goethe on the opposite side retorted calmly, "What we should be loyal to is the road of dignity, protection, protection, prosperity and self-improvement, and the leader who led us on this road and made the Valentine thing never happen again."

"We still respect Archduke Reknos, but we don't think he can lead us to greatness, so the descendants of Valentine chose the new king. And our loyalty and duty to Goethe has cost thousands of Valentine's You have no right to accuse us of your sacrifice, blood, death, and hard work."

Even Leonard, in the face of this calm remark, couldn't say anything to refute it.

He knew what Valentine had encountered, experienced, and chose.

never mind.

has fallen into the hands of Kant.

He had already prepared for the worst.

"Let's go," Leonard said proactively, "Where do you want to send me? The legendary bitter kiln located deep underground? Or the ruins of the Broken Isles? Or Kant's alchemy experimental base?"

"First get to know your political commissar, my name is Julian, prisoner No. 226, someone must have told you that you will usher in a different life." The Valentine smiled slightly.

"As the mastermind, you committed a serious crime against Far Harbor. You are firm-willed and opinionated, and you cannot be corrected and punished by education and forced labor. Therefore, according to the instructions and orders of His Royal Highness Kant, from now on, you will be forcibly recruited. , starting today, serving His Royal Highness Kant for ten years."

Julian looked at the prisoner in front of him: "Obey, train, fight, maybe during this time, you can find the true value and meaning of life, maybe you will die, maybe you will live to meet the time of freedom. But in any case, your Destiny has been rewritten, and no matter what, you will not serve the conspiracy and tricks of a group of scumbags and waste your life sadly in stupid internal friction as before."

Leonard stood blankly, and after a while, he laughed.

Smile full of ridicule.

"Called? Served?"

He pointed to his nose and laughed wildly: "I want to be a soldier for Kant? Could it be that the mighty Aurora is so hungry that even a spy like me will not be spared? He needs me What to do? Now take up arms and fight against the army of the Senate, or as a security force to suppress my compatriots, to be his lackeys to usurp state power and occupy Goethe?"

"neither."

Facing Leonard's manic and even provocative questioning, Julian was not angry. He looked at the compatriot in front of him with strange eyes, even a little pity and sympathy.

"That's not your battlefield, your battlefield is elsewhere."

The young descendant of Valentine said softly: "This is not the mortal world, and you can no longer return home."

After speaking, he pushed open the door.

The flames surged, and the poisonous sunlight reflected Leonard's blank face.

He saw the mountains and the earth with the yellow sand empty and the sun scorching hot.

Goethe would never have had such a landscape and a place. According to the sailors, sailing to the south, the archipelago, would have such a landscape... Endless yellow sand and poisonous sun.

"What... what do you mean?"

The Goethe's lips were dry, and his tone even trembled imperceptibly: "What did you just say?"

"This is another world, and it is far away from the mortal world you are familiar with, and it cannot be crossed by human beings." Julian said lightly, "We will sign a contract with you, and you will disappear in the far port from now on. Send you Those who come to Far Harbor will think your mission failed and we will execute you, then they will treat your family well, and of course we have the ability to convince them that you have betrayed and betrayed..."

Leonard is not angry, he has been unable to concentrate to be angry about this "little thing".

What really caught him off guard and shocked him was the things Julian mentioned lightly.

another world.

It is extraordinary here.

He already understood the meaning of these words, but he couldn't accept it for a while and didn't dare to accept it.

He has been trained in magical knowledge, and has listened to many arcane lectures. He knows the concept of planes, and he has heard many wonderful assumptions about the nature of the world from many mages, but he cannot accept that one day, this assumption suddenly becomes reality and appears in himself. In front of it, it was revealed in such an understatement.

Another plane.

Kant took himself to another plane and recruited him as a soldier. This plane is probably already under his control and is his secret base, military station, warehouse and workshop.

This must be the biggest secret of Dragon Aurora.

In this way, he casually told himself the prisoner.

This can only mean one thing.

No one was worried that he would reveal the secret.

Because - he has been unable to return home.

The Goethes stood silently like statues, tears streaming down unconsciously.

Julian said softly, "Let's go."

Leonard was almost stumbled out of the room. He looked around blankly, trying to find any clues and signs that Julian was lying and that this place was still mortal. He was just unwilling to accept the truth, even if he knew in his heart, The little prisoner himself has no value to be deceived.

He saw more and more people coming out of the next row of houses, some were walking out, some were being mixed out, and some were being dragged out.

Some of them were crying, some were screaming, some were wailing and pleading loudly, but all faces were replaced by horror and disbelief when they saw the exotic scenery outside, different from Goethe.

Among those people, there were many familiar faces, and it seemed that they were all spies who were lurking in the Far Harbor and conspiring to catch up during the war speech.

Leonard stared blankly, watching one by one in military uniforms coming to Julian, saluting.

"It's over to you, political commissar."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Such a short but powerful greeting and entrustment, and then the people leave.

Julian stood before all the prisoners.

"Before we start the first class, you must learn to obey, learn to report, learn to line up, and learn the rules." The political commissar shouted, "Now, stand at attention, form a team, and keep up!"

Saying this, he raised the DD boy in his hand: "Want to relive that taste?"

In this intimidation, command and order, the prisoners choose to obey with fear and anxiety.

Led by Julian, who calls himself a political commissar, they walked out of the heavily fortified area.

This should be a military camp, but it is very different from the military camp in everyone's impression. It should be a city in the distance, but I have never seen such a city. The prisoners smelled the breath of war, and some were sobbing in a low voice, even if almost all of them were well-trained and psychologically strong intelligence officers, they could not accept this outrageous and absurd despair.

What are we facing? What are we going to experience? What kind of enemy are we going to fight?

Leonard stood in the queue, looking past the rows of heads in front of him, looking towards the blue sky, where a strange fog wall stood in the far distance.

This world is very quiet, but it is noisy and lively. On the way, he saw soldiers with their heads held high and their eyes not squinting lined up, and soldiers in super-heavy armor sitting on the side of the road, picking He took off his helmet, and there were attendants who were working on his armor with small magic tools that sprayed blue flames.

Orcs roared past in grotesque and terrifying carts, and a multitude of small aircraft floated in the sky, not horns and screens, but weapons of all kinds.

These little things are flying in the air, like a flock of geese, but in the eyes of the prisoners, they are so chilling - who would have thought of flying around the far port, reminding the citizens to obey the traffic rules, indicating the road, and even deep A gadget that children love turns out to be a murder weapon?

They even saw the giant dragon, standing in a huge open space, spreading their wings as much as possible, letting a group of people and alchemy puppets crawl around themselves without complaint.

Leonard was able to identify the vehicles parked beside the dragon, forklifts, cranes, ladder trucks... all of which he had seen when he was working on the construction site. All kinds of huge engineering vehicles hoisted the same huge metal parts and assembled them on the dragon in turn. What can be recognized are things similar to armor, and what cannot be recognized are all kinds of strange objects. But it is certain that they are all weapons.

From the front it looks like a cylinder of a honeycomb, or simply a whole pointed cylinder, or even something resembling a wind organ. He also saw two terrifying things at least six meters in length were placed on the back of the dragon, one on each side, each of which was made of six pipes.

The dragon, fully armed, heavily armored, and armed with weapons, sounds so absurd, but it looks so... harmonious, as if it was born to do so.

-Here, there is no doubt that we are preparing for battle.

As the secret base of the Aurora Dragon, these soldiers who are ready to go, the flying machines hovering in the air, the huge chariots whizzing past, and even the war machines that are prepared, repaired and strengthened in the workshop are all for the war that is about to break out. ready.

At this moment, a sudden thought flashed in Leonard's mind.

- If you want to conquer the world and rule the mortal world, are these armies not enough?

—Why agitate and order the people of the Far Harbor to prepare for war? Incite them to sacrifice their children, to join the army, to prepare them for an eternal war?

- Dragons put on battle armor, orcs racing chariots, whether humans or elves, whether Goethe or Aurora, powerful alchemical weapons, with a plane as the rear base, such combat preparations are really as adults say. , is it only prepared to invade Goethe and even rule the mortal world?

Confused, the prisoners came to the end of the trip.

"All the way, you must be wondering, there are countless warriors under His Royal Highness Kant, why are you prisoners recruited? That is because the war in the world is not your battlefield. Starting from today, the training and guidance you have received , which has only one purpose..."

Julian turned his head and his eyes were dark: "Let you adapt to a brand new battlefield to face an enemy that has never appeared in the mortal world. From today, you have to adapt to ... explosion."

Without waiting for the prisoners to express anything, a strange note suddenly sounded in the distance. It seemed to be the tidy footsteps of countless people walking in unison, followed by the string and wind music ranging from small to exciting, from quiet to enthusiastic. Li An suddenly turned around and shouted, "It's starting!"

Goethe border, south of Naar, north of Pioneer Base.

In a dense forest and hills, the leaves are rustling, and birds in the forest are chirping. The city of Nar was vaguely visible, and there was a thick fog on the plain. He seemed to have found something and heard something, and looked carefully...

In the wind and fog, there were violent and neat footsteps, as if tens of millions of people were walking at the same time.

From low to high music, gradually wake up the sleeping earth.

"I found the situation!" The scout alerted the camp with a short-distance communication device. "What's going on! I heard the sound of neat footsteps, and the music, as if the imperial phalanx marched, ah! Someone is shouting - I don't understand, it seems to be in Aurora! Listen to yourself..."

The natives of the other world did not know German, but they began to pay attention to and learn Aurora because of Kant. The voice in the cloud was long and clear. From the short-distance communication channel, it resounded through the command center and staff of the vanguard camp. The tent was introduced into the ears of every officer.

The scout who witnessed the phase attack stared blankly at the dark clouds that swept the sky.

In the purple electric light, one after another huge crystal prisms appeared out of thin air.

Amidst the tumultuous shadows, the army that descended like a **** and a demon showed a radiant outline.

With that unintelligible but clear and firm cry, Kant's army arrived at the front of the war.

The only human voice in the "March of Hell" is a long-breathing German word, which means "take up arms", but because of pronunciation problems, it is often mistaken by Chinese users as a strange sentence, but compared to "golden" Kant gave him the funny pronunciation, Kant prefers the empty ear in English.

Its sound is…

"ar! wake-up!"