Eastern border, Baisha area.
The violent wind and torrential rain finally stopped, the doomsday-like darkness and rain curtain, and the deep-sea creatures that emerged from the rain curtain have left.
At the end of the "feeding", a huge gap was opened in the vortex of cloudy clouds in the sky, and there was a sparkling light like the ocean hanging upside down in the gap, and the deep sea allies returned to their domain through that gap, they Most of the remains of the giant deer were taken away, leaving only some "remnants" at the scene.
Those bones are now quietly lying thousands of meters away from the Iron Throne, lying between the White Sand Hills and the White Water River. There used to be a flat open land, but now there is a huge deep pit, The deep pit is full of crushed and broken rocks and lifeless soil, as if a piece has been dug away by force.
Maryland led a group of officers and soldiers to the edge of the deep pit. Looking at the twisted and entangled bone fragments and some remaining flesh and blood that were still exuding strong magic power fluctuations at the bottom of the pit, the commander couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.
A powerful "man-made god" who even possessed a certain power of a god died just like that.
Died in a gluttonous feast.
A rustling sound came from the side, and Maryland turned her head to see the Siren lady who was temporarily stranded in Cecil—Tire had been hiding somewhere before, and she didn't show up until the dust settled.
"You really... ate it?" Maryland couldn't help asking.
"Actually, it's not all for eating..." Tier scratched his hair, but suddenly felt that it would be troublesome to explain it clearly, so he waved his hand, "But there's nothing wrong with you understanding it this way, anyway, they will definitely grow up when they go back. Have a meal."
What a horrible race.
Maryland thought with a hint of awe in her heart, and at the same time couldn't help but glance at the huge pit.
Not only the strength is terrible, but also the teeth and appetite are terrible.
"It's really amazing, you guys even gnawed out such a big hole on the ground..."
Tyre was stunned when he heard it, and quickly waved his hand after reacting: "This hole is not made by gnawing out - it's because the magic power reaction is too violent, and when the jump field pulls people back, the energy field oscillates. Such a pit came out..."
Maryland's face was full of embarrassment, and he, who was born in a noble family, suddenly felt impolite, and quickly apologized: "Ah, I offended you."
"It's all right, it's normal to have some misunderstandings due to different races, we sea monsters always suspect that living in dry places on your land will affect intelligence..." Tyre waved his hands nonchalantly and said, "Let's not talk about that, The energy surge in this place has subsided, when are you going to start studying the wreckage?"
She pointed to the "residual bones" left at the bottom of the pit after the Kraken Expeditionary Army withdrew. Although they were all inactive wreckage fragments, their value was still immeasurable. For any researcher, those Bone and flesh are great treasures.
"The news has been sent back to the southern border, and professional people will come here to take over soon," Maryland said, and at the same time, she was a little curious, "Why do you ask this?"
"Oh, I want to say that if you don't start researching in a while, I plan to go down and eat two bites first..." Tyr said with a look of reason, "I have been in charge of maintaining the guiding beacon before, and I didn't catch up. Go to the sisters dinner... ”
Maryland: “…”
This noble-born commander has dealt with all kinds of people in his life, but he really never thought that dealing with sea monsters would be so difficult!
This race can surpass your level of knowledge by opening a mouth casually, and then make any knowledgeable and wise person speechless, stunned, unable to think of how to answer—I really don’t know how Duke Cecil talked to this race back then. A group of deep-sea aliens established contact!
After staring and organizing the language for a long time, Maryland finally came up with a suitable explanation: "This... I'm sorry, Ms. Till, I'm afraid I have to report to my superiors. After all, these wreckages are now considered experimental samples and trophies."
Tyr's face was full of regret: "Hey, I knew it would be like this. Why is it so difficult to be a sea monster? A bunch of people stop you when you eat a small biscuit..."
Maryland: “…”
…
it's all over.
The news of the victory on the Eastern Front spread to the southern border immediately, and within a few hours, it was conveyed to the people through newspapers and magic network broadcasts.
Although the government has yet to release detailed information related to the truth, and no formal celebrations have been held, an atmosphere of joy and joy has begun to spread in Cecil City.
Although there is still a large area of deserted land in the east of the Holy Spirit Plain, and even though another crisis may erupt in the Typhon Empire that is close at hand, at least at this moment, everyone is relieved.
On the edge of the industrial area of the main city, at the mana train station, a mana train preparing to go to the eastern region is stopping beside the platform. Holographic barriers representing the waiting state rise from both sides of the track, blocking the train and the platform. Inside the barrier, the brand-new train carriages are painted with Cecil's emblem and number marks, and the surface of the repulsion generators arranged along the car body is showing light blue rune brilliance. Outside the barrier, people who are preparing to board the train are gathering On the platform, waiting for the barrier to open while queuing up under the command of the management staff.
Some of these people waiting to board the train are Cecil soldiers wearing uniforms or armor. They are going to follow the train to the east to maintain order in the east and strengthen the border defenses. Some of them are people wearing ordinary clothes. Some of them To go to the Glenn area, some are going to the White Sand Mine. Some of them are employees of factories or government affairs halls, and some are doing business between these areas.
Although several experimental railway lines have been put into official operation, after all, the development time is still short. On the one hand, the fares are still expensive, and on the other hand, many ordinary people do not have the rigid demand for long-distance travel in a short period of time. Those who ride or are willing to ride the magic energy train are still a small part of the crowd, and they are usually employees of the government affairs department with missions, or businessmen with high economic strength.
Most of these people wear short coats or "simple" dresses that have just become popular recently, with the elements of beauty and practicality, and carry small boxes of similar styles in their hands. Women usually wear a sun hat with a veil, while men Will bring a black or dark brown umbrella.
These are new gadgets that have become popular in Cecil City recently. After making more comfortable and convenient items for myself, similar "new gadgets" quickly became props for some Cecil citizens to "decorate" themselves. In a sense, these things even conveyed some kind of Signal medium:
I've had enough to eat and still have the energy to live a decent life.
In addition to these clothing and daily necessities, almost everyone will bring an extra newspaper or magazine to relieve the boring time during the journey. At the same time, discuss newspapers with neighbors in the rest area of the station and on the train. Its content is also one of the signs of being "close to fashion", "informative and educated".
Of course, not everyone will pursue this "mark of decency".
Many new immigrants who have just filled their stomachs and just got out of embarrassment cannot change their mentality in a short period of time. They are more willing to save money and food, and retain the "hunger anxiety" of the embarrassing period, but at least, in those who already have some economic strength In the old days, these "symbols" were very meaningful among the people who were closer to the "citizen class", and it was these people who, through their own acceptance and application of new things, were gradually shaping the "City of Cyprus". The social ethos of "Cecilian" created a new group of "Cecilian citizens" in addition to the old concepts of nobles, serfs, and freedmen.
People were talking about what was in the newspapers, about the victory on the Eastern Front. At present, no more detailed news has been released, and the latest issue of the newspaper only briefly published a piece of news—the most powerful evil creation of the Doom Society has been destroyed, and the Plain of the Holy Spirit has entered the final cleaning stage—but even Only such a simple sentence is enough to relax everyone's tense hearts and start talking about this victory in a relaxed and proud tone.
At the corner of the platform, Pittman in a short black robe was instructing several new apprentices to carry several large boxes of luggage to the luggage cart. He looked at the beaming faces of the people around him, and whispered to Kamel next to him: "Say To tell you the truth, when I first found out what those lunatics at the Doom Society had built, I thought about running away."
Kamel had been in contact with Pittman for quite a long time, and his judgment on the little old man was quite accurate, so he said casually, "I don't believe it."
"Hey, how are you so sure..."
"With your character, when you really think about running away, you must already be on the way."
"... talking to you is getting more and more boring."
Pittman waved his hand, and Kamel next to him looked up and down curiously at the old druid's clothes: "Speaking of which, you always wear this kind of old-style robes, don't think about trying the simplified ones that are popular now. Is it a dress coat or a short windbreaker? It is said to be very good, and it is more practical and comfortable than the old-fashioned clothes."
"I'm used to this set," Pittman rolled his eyes, and scanned Kamel's pile of rune armor pieces, "When will you figure out a way to replace the pile of armor pieces on yourself? , come talk to me about fashion again.”
There was a strange buzzing sound in Kamel's body, as if expressing helplessness, and at about the same time, a loud bell rang on the platform.
"The train is ready." Pittman looked up at the magic train not far away, saw that the barriers on the edge of the platform were disappearing one by one, then turned around and waved his hand, "I have to go—to see the gang of all things die What the hell did the lunatics come up with? You said that Cecil's power is not small now, and there are quite a few druids recruited and registered. Why do I still feel that I have to run everything myself with such an old bone? Well, the salary should go up too..."
The old druid muttered, as if full of resentment, but he quickly led a few apprentices to the train not far away—he was ordered to go to the White Sand Hills to investigate the remains of the "man-made god" after his death. A few pieces. As the oldest druid in the territory, and also as the only expert who understands the inner secrets of the Death of All Things Society, he cannot avoid this task.
Kamel, who came to see him off, watched Pittman get on the train, and watched the passengers on the platform enter the carriage in batches.
Then the huge magical machine began to emit a low hum, the power ridge was charged, the rune group was lit up, and the train slowly accelerated on the track, heading into the distance.
Not far away, on the street outside the platform and in several open spaces, a few groups of children watching the excitement ran after the train, and yelled and marveled at the opposite side of the isolation railing, and some pedestrians passing by on the road also stopped. , someone waved to the train, and someone carefully looked at the appearance of this advanced machine when it was driving.
The emergence of the magic industry has finally begun to change the world from the details of life, cultural customs, and social order.
"Magic Industry..." Kamel said to himself, the light on his body flickered slowly, "It seems that this is indeed a good road..."
An electric arc swept across his body, illuminating the rune armor plate on his chest. On the ancient metal plate, the emblem of the ancient Gondor Empire was mottled and visible.
"It seems that I can really see the day when mankind will return to its glory... Your Highness Ophelia, I hope you have waited until now to see this day."
This new magic industrial empire may still be far behind the Gondor Empire, but one day, it will catch up and even surpass it.
Kamel, who has experienced the most glorious age of mankind and witnessed an advanced society, is now looking forward to that day.