It was a spectacular and weird scene, a scene that would be listed as a taboo chapter in any mythological epic and disaster story because it was too impactful. It bloomed over the Talash Plain. At least hundreds of thousands of people witnessed this soul-shaking scene. An out-of-control and deformed god, a monster composed of a large number of amorphous pieces of flesh and countless twisted limbs. It rushed into the real world from a blasphemous and evil rift, but only half of the body rushed out.

His body seemed to be cut off by some terrible force. It seemed that the existence behind him was trying hard to make a fatal blow. The half of the cut "divine body" flew out of the cracks under the action of inertia, rushed into the southeast of the deep blue well like a falling meteorite, and sprinkled tons of dirty flesh and blood and a large number of unknown fragments. Accompanied by a shaking impact, He finally fell on a wasteland north of the base of the Tifeng Front, and continued to roll on the undulating land, dragging out a terrifying trench that spanned several kilometers.

From the terrifying ancient god flew out to the end of his fall, the spilled fragments left a "blood stain" dozens of kilometers in the north of the Talash Plain. The blood stain extended from the edge of the creeping corpse, like a rotten sore erupting from the ulcer.

Several huge figures passed by the bottom of the clouds. Kereta boldly lowered some heights. The scene on the earth reflected in her dark golden eyes. She saw the ravines on the earth. The debris sprinkled by the "tide" sprinkled with thick smoke among the gullies like scorching sulfur. The rocks and soil were simmering like strong acid under the influence of their blood. The flowing blood almost completely changed the terrain of the dozens of kilometers and connected it with the several kilometers long trench created after the fall of the corpse, forming a deeper and deeper canyon.

But this terrifying destruction process was over. When the dragon group approached to reconnaissance, the dirty blood and wreckage had gradually cooled down, and its corrosion and assimilation process of the earth quickly ended. It seemed that this short and rapid destruction was the last echo left after falling against the tide. Finally, Kereta saw a "sacred corpse" buried one-third of the massive amount of earth and rocks at the end of the trench.

It was motionless, obviously completely inactive, and the "blood" that was rapidly losing its strength and particularity formed a puddle around it. The twisted limbs were soaking in its own blood. On the shocking break on the main body of the "Shen Corpse", some grayish-white light and shadow seemed to flash away.

"...This is the Tallond Expeditionary Force. We have arrived at the crash point of the 'anti-tide'," Koreta opened the communication and said in a deep voice. "The target... stopped moving, and the energy reaction of its wreckage is rapidly fading. No divine pollution was detected. It is confirmed that it has died. At least... the 'this half' entering the material world has died."

"This is the General Command of the Alliance. Thank you for your hard work," Gao Wen's voice came from the communicator. "Continue to be vigilant, don't rashly get close to the target, set up a warning on the spot in the crash area, and wait for the experts of the Theocracy Council to intervene."

...

After the communication was suspended, Gao Wen's eyes were still looking at the direction of the previous "reverse tide" falling from afar. Although he had witnessed everything with his own eyes, there was still a strong sense of unreality at this time. The development of the situation was completely beyond his expectations. There was no such thing in all the plans, which made Gao Wen, who was used to being prepared for everything, very uncomfortable. However, one thing was a foregone conclusion that the terrifying crisis created by the sentry finally had been eliminated.

As for who gave the fatal blow to the tide at the last moment, Gao Wen certainly had an answer in his mind.

He let out a light breath and turned his head to look at Amber: "It looks like Ms. Ye..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words: he was empty and there was no Amber at all.

But Gao Wen was 100% sure that Amber was standing there just now, standing side by side with her! And even though she had outstanding shadow talent, she had never suddenly disappeared from her perception like this when did she leave?!

Gao Wen felt something was wrong for no reason, but just as he was about to call someone, Amber's breath suddenly appeared. Her voice came from the other side of Gao Wen, with a whine as usual: "Mom... what was going on just now? Could it be that the 'reverse tide' was too hard to break himself? Can it still be done like this?"

Gao Wen suddenly looked back and saw Amber standing there, staring at the window, yelling loudly, looking naturally as if he had been standing there from the beginning.

"Hey? Why are you looking at me?" Amber of course noticed Gao Wen's eyes at the first time, and immediately jumped back half a step, "I didn't make a mistake just now. I just sighed, and aren't you surprised to see an ancient god suddenly die so shattered?"

"It's not the problem," Gao Wen frowned. He was sure that Amber's breath disappeared for a moment just now, but at this time the other party appeared in front of him again, and the aura and words and deeds on his body were not abnormal. This made him care more and more, "You have been standing here just now? Didn't you suddenly leave?"

"I? I left suddenly? Are you too nervous and broken?" Amber suddenly stared at her eyes, "Of course I have been standing here, and I just listened to you discussing with the other two about how to fight against the tide. Then the thing came out of the crack and died all the way. I stood in front of the window with you and watched... Don't scare me, I'm so scared that I tell you..."

Hearing this, even Gao Wen began to doubt whether he had hallucinations just now. Amber's description was completely in line with her. Her expression was obviously not fake. However, the strange moment still left a deep doubt in Gao Wen's heart. However, just when he wanted to verify something, the sudden sound from the communicator interrupted him: "This is the 'high tower', and the synchronicity of the wall is completed."

...

The roar of the Chaos Monster was endless like a nightmare. The magic waste energy in the air burned the nerves and thinking of the mages. The rune nodes controlled by the warriors had overheated on a large scale. Mariannu held her officer's sword tightly. This sword, which was only equivalent to a decoration in most cases, was now covered in blood. In order to defend the fortress, she and her soldiers had to fight with the distorted bodies that broke through the blockade for six consecutive times.

The young female knight stood behind the protective wall of the observation deck with her hands, looking at the defense line, and the pain of all sizes and dizziness caused by excessive fatigue were testing her will. She focused all her attention on the battlefield in front of her, trying not to think about the things that were not her turn to worry about.

The creeping disaster of living doomsday, the mysterious steel warships that descend on the battlefield, the nightmare ancient gods... These things that far exceed the power of mortals come and go on this battlefield, and the fate of the whole world seems to be placed on the edge of the blade, and are difficult to maintain in the confrontation of forces that destroy the world.

And she, a small aristocrat of Tifeng, a grassroots officer who had just stepped onto the battlefield, and a knight, was just the smallest splash in this wave.

Millions of mortal soldiers, each of them is such a small splash. The power of destroying the world has the same power to fight against it. Mortals also have their own battlefield to face. When fire is flowing between the sky and the stars, the waves on the earth never stop. Countless people like Mariannu and her soldiers fight, are injured, or die on this land.

The empire needs every citizen to do his own responsibilities and civilization, and every individual of her needs to carry the burden forward.

The rumbling tremor spread from afar again, and Mariannu then held the sword in her hand tightly again. She didn't know whether this temporary fortress could withstand the next round of impact, just like she didn't know if she still had the chance to return to her hometown and tell Dana, Kali and the others about her experience on the battlefield, but she knew that as long as everyone persisted to the end, there would always be someone who could go back alive to tell future people what happened here.

But the next second, an invisible force that suddenly swept across the entire plain interrupted Mariannu's movement. This force suddenly blew away the depressing feeling that was entrenched on everyone's body and was born from the abnormal magic environment. Suddenly, Mariannu felt that the originally chaotic magic power around him suddenly had order, and felt that the monstrous malice and hostility that were permeating the Tarash Plain was dissipating like snow.

She heard a shout coming from a distance. Looking along the sound, she saw the soldiers in front of the defense line cheering. She looked further away and saw that the deformed monsters that kept rushing in the burning earth suddenly rose from the body of the deformed monsters, like the souls shining by the scorching sun. These monsters that had been entrenched on this wasteland for seven centuries began to dissipate out of thin air. Some kind of force that had long supported their existence was disintegrated, and the boundary between virtual and real was quickly returning to its original position. These twisted objects that hovered on the boundaries of nightmares and reality disappeared in pieces on the wasteland, and even the synthetic beasts cultivated by the dark priests fell dead one by one.

Obviously, although those synthetic beasts themselves are not distorted, their activities are highly dependent on environmental support in the wasteland.

Mariannu blinked. She hadn't figured out what was going on for a moment, but soon she heard General Andersa Wendell's cold and calm voice from the communication crystal around her waist: "The blocking wall has been closed, and the troops are on guard and standby, waiting for further instructions."

The blocking wall closed.

Mariannu subconsciously raised her head, and the next second, she saw a spectacular view that would be remembered for the rest of her life.

One brilliant beam of light after another rose on the dark plain and spread to the distance on the dim earth. Then, the beam of light pierced the clouds, and a magnificent energy, like a shock wave, suddenly exploded and spread over the deep blue well. This force grew rapidly. The dirty and thick clouds above the Tarash Plain were then broken into a crack, and then the crack expanded rapidly, finally dispersing the entire cloud.

The polluted high-energy clouds retreated, revealing the clear and bright sky behind them. The huge sun had gradually sunset, and golden rays sprinkled on this devastated land. In the sun, the last distortion also dissipated like a phantom. The smoke and dust on the earth were stained into a golden red in the sun. All blood, corpses, swords, fortresses, lucky and victors, and the ancient deep blue well were bathed in the sun equally.

Mariannu seemed to be fascinated by the sight. She raised her head a little dullly, looking up at the sky that she once thought she would have no chance to see again in the sunset. Then, she saw something else appear in her sight.

They were flying from extremely high places, burning and falling brightly in the atmosphere, countless pieces were wrapped in flames and smoke, looking like a rain of fire.

Under the golden sunset, this burning rain of fire fell in the sky, most of which seemed to be ablated halfway through the flight, but a large amount of residual material fell to the wasteland in the continuous combustion, and over time, these falling objects passing through the sky became increasingly dense and reached their peak in minutes.

Millions of pairs of eyes saw this spectacular scene throughout the Talash Plain.

In the eastern part of the Talash Plain, Andesha Wendel retracted her gaze toward the sky. She looked at the communication crystal next to her. Above this sophisticated and expensive magic device, Rosetta Augustus' magic projection was floating.

Through crystal, Rosetta Augustus, far away in Aldernan, can learn everything that happened on this battlefield.

"Did you see the falling objects?" Andersa asked respectfully, "they... seem to fall from outside the atmosphere."

"Can you judge the approximate direction and range of fall?"

"It is available from all directions and is extremely large in scale. I'm afraid the entire wasteland is within its coverage."

"…What's going on with the allies?"

"I just saw many dragoons taking off the air in the direction of Cecil, chasing the 'meteorites' northward. The situation on Auguste is unclear," Andessa's expression was serious, "The 'flying boats' of Giant Eagle Knights and Elves also took off the air on the southern side."

Speaking of this, she paused and added: "I have also sent out a portion of the griffin knights and the reconnaissance mages."

"Very good," Rosetta nodded slightly, "track those 'meteorites' falling to the east, but don't contact them rashly after finding the fall point, mark and monitor, and wait...the advice given by Cecil."

Andesa bowed her head and took the order, and then couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty, are those 'meteorites'..."

"It's the sentinel," Rosetta said calmly, "It's the sentinel that was destroyed by Gauvin Cecil."

Andesa took a light breath, which was an expected answer, but it was still moving.

The communication has been hung up.

The wind with the smell of gunpowder blew from afar, with rich blood mixed in between.

The young wolf general raised his head, and the falling "meteor showers" in the sky have gradually become rare, and under the clear sky, the Talash Plain is falling into a wonderful... calm.

There are still many problems waiting to be solved, the wreckage of the fallen sentry, the "tide-tide-reverse" corpse still lying on the ground, a god hidden behind the scenes, the economic recovery and order reorganization of various countries after the war... Just think about it, Andesha will feel a headache for those smart people who need to use their brains.
Chapter completed!