Chapter 281 The Footsteps of War

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"Dear Audrey..."

In the dark room, after Alfred wrote the first sentence, there was no more.

He stared at his sister's name for a long time. The light of the oil lamp the size of a grain of rice could not even fully illuminate his desk. The whole room was pitch black, just like his mood recently.

"I experienced some battles in the Southern Continent. I was lucky. The most serious injury only forced me to lie down for a week. I didn't lose part of my body or lose my life like other soldiers."

"Thanks to my status and military rank, the big shots in the army treat me preferentially. I also have my own room, my own table, chair and bed, as well as paper and pen. I can write to you in my free time. ."

Alfred wrote rustlingly. Outside the rooms separated by a wooden door, there were faint snores and soft cries in the corridors and everywhere. There were also people calling their most important relatives in their dreams.

The military garrison in Behrens City has limited capacity, and the walls here cannot be soundproofed at all. These messy sounds floated in Alfred's ears, like countless ghosts and ghosts lingering and whispering here, always leaving him in the middle of the night. woke up from a nightmare.

He shook his head, holding back the many words he wanted to say, and then took a long breath, as if this could spit out the uneasiness and negative emotions in his heart.

"Dear Audrey, how have you been lately? You should have returned to Backlund, is the fog there still so serious? Haha, the new year's social season has begun, and our Miss Hall is still The most beautiful and shining gem in Backlund.”

The pen tip brushed across the rough letter paper.

"Some interesting things often happen in the army. In my team, there is a recruit who has just received an honor. A cargo ship left the port earlier. He wanted to send something to his fiancée who was far away in Jianhai County, but he didn't know what to send. In the end, he actually sent the finger bone of an enemy he killed with his own hands as a souvenir in an envelope... I hope that girl can understand her fiancé's behavior."

Alfred dipped in the ink and relaxed his frown slightly.

He wanted to write about a new form of entertainment that was circulating among the lower-class soldiers - to see whose biscuits ran faster. However, the principle behind this game was probably not suitable to be explained to a simple girl, and would also make the other party worried, so Al Fred gave up.

"...It may be hard for you to imagine how many times people in the Southern Continent add spices to their cooking, and how many types of spices they have... I have to say that their achievements in seasoning are quite high, but I think, Food with so many spices will never taste bad."

"Audrey, you know what? After so many battles, I have never wanted to see you so badly, to see my father, my mother, your face, to hear your voices. I miss you so much." ...It is no exaggeration to say that even if I see Hibbert now, I would like to take the initiative to say hello to him and give him a hug."

Compared with the enemies and horrors he faced, the elder brother, who was just a little narrow-minded, was simply kind-hearted.

call--

Alfred took another deep breath, reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose, and then rubbed his temples.

He wanted to write something more, after all, the opportunity to deliver a letter was rare.

So he carefully folded the unfinished letter and put it away close to his body. He also put aside those fragile emotions that longed for warmth and soft emotional comfort, so that he could focus on the present again.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled a strange smell.

"Is someone secretly smoking again?"

Alfred stood up immediately. There were many wooden structures in this small building. Now every room and even the corner was full of people, secretly smoking and using open flames in such a closed, high-density environment. I just feel like I can’t die fast enough!

But as soon as he opened the door, he knew that his judgment was wrong - the world in front of him quickly skewed, and the loud noise made him temporarily deaf, and all the sounds seemed to be extremely far away in an instant.

The floor beneath his feet fell apart, and dust and flames fell.

"Enemy attack!!"

A stone slab fell and smashed the soldier at his feet. He stood on the collapsing building and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Enemy attack!!!"

Alfred couldn't hear the sound clearly and could only guess that he had indeed shouted.

There were several consecutive huge vibrations, and it seemed that there were dozens of giant artillery moving at once outside Behrens City. In just an instant, the fire broke through the sky, and dozens of fireballs cut through the dark night, crashing into the city like meteors!

The flames rose almost instantly, igniting the wooden house and sending burning debris flying in all directions.

Those meteors were burning stones, leaving only a deep crater or a sizzling blur of flesh wherever they hit.

Those low and closely connected houses are the best fuel. In a blink of an eye, they turn the quiet city streets in the dark into a blazing bonfire. The billowing smoke pours out from the gaps in the wood and is covered by the wind. A space of tens of meters in radius, and continues to spread.

"No fire is allowed to spread here!"

One ear started to regain hearing, and the other ear suffered from prolonged tinnitus. Alfred quickly left the ruins of the collapsed building and stumbled towards the thick smoke and flames - rescuing the sick and wounded was not what he should do - and shouted loudly:

"No smoke spread here!"

His unconscious limbs gradually returned to normal, and he touched the place where the letter was placed in his arms, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before.

The surrounding fire, smoke and burning objects seemed to have come to life and avoided him. In the area covered by the law, the fire gradually weakened, but the artillery outside the city did not stop there. The speed at which he put out the fire was far less than the speed at which the fire spread!

Half of Behrens's buildings were supported by wood, and countless firewood and human bodies were piled up and burned around the city. Thick black smoke rose into the sky, as if a black curtain separated every part of the city. Although he was able to block the suffocating smoke, Alfred could barely see outside, and he had to endure the irritating smell of the thick smoke. He could only blindly and continuously use his laws to push away everything around him.

At this moment, he suddenly felt as if there was something else around him, and someone seemed to be peering at him from the shadows.

"No peeking here!"

He immediately roared and mentally sketched a picture - the shadow under a corner behind him began to squirm, stood up, and was squeezed out of the shadow like a person, and then immediately used another shadow to jump and leave. Got here!

There was another series of loud noises, and Alfred suddenly felt chilled all over. He raised his head and saw dozens of huge fireballs rushing towards all parts of the city. One of them was facing him, killing him and him. The surrounding houses are included!

A scorching heat wave seemed to hit his face. Alfred had seen strong winds and waves at least, but at this moment, his mind was still gripped by huge fear. Even though his reason was shouting "Run! Run!" his legs still felt as if It is almost impossible to move because it is filled with lead. The distance between Bolide and him quickly narrowed, and just when he was about to make a desperate move with the law, an indifferent, majestic voice spread throughout the city——

"This is a place where reality weakens and mystery intensifies."

Crack. As if the candlelight was gently blown out, the fireballs and spreading flames suddenly dimmed, and the trajectory of the boulder that had not yet fallen became erratic, as if it had changed from stone to piece of paper. Shadows and spirits began to appear, the stars in the sky lit up one after another, and a cloud directly above the city gate in the distance suddenly tilted to one side. It was actually an airship that quietly entered Behrens!

With this life-saving decree, Alfred immediately rolled sideways and avoided the burning stones.

"Why haven't the troops been mobilized yet?"

In shock, Alfred looked around, looking for friendly forces.

Only now did he feel the earth shaking slightly in an orderly manner. It must be that the garrison started to take action. The reaction speed was really shockingly slow. He suddenly remembered: "Yes, Major General Levitt seems to have another mission..."

"These cultists actually chose to attack the city late at night!" Alfred later felt fear crawling onto his shoulders. He sat in the corner of a collapsed house and took a deep breath. Thinking of those bolides, he broke into a cold sweat. Gradually spread all over his forehead and back, "If I hadn't just been thinking about writing some letters tonight and didn't fall asleep, I would have died during the first wave of attacks..."

He once again reached out and touched the place where the letter was hidden close to his body, lit the red moon on his chest, and kept praying to the goddess, praying that he would still have such good luck in the next battle, and that he would be able to go back alive and reunite with his family.

At the same time, he had a premonition that even if he could return alive, these flaming boulders falling from the sky would become a nightmare that would accompany him throughout his life.

After repairing for half a minute, Alfred gritted his teeth and stood up, running towards his own troops.

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"Prince Grove comes out."

With the help of the eyes of the "hermit monks" in the army, General Tang En made a quick judgment.

In the airship above, the hunters are still performing extreme operations, trying to make this expensive and limited-number behemoth land as smoothly as possible on the ground to prevent igniting the anger of the senior officials.

"The warlocks continue to lurk in the city and are ready to withdraw at any time. The siege team remains on the offensive and is on standby at any time."

"Oh, separate a small team and take the route of the food transport team tonight and see if you can touch that little golden retriever. The fewer people who can lead the troops, the better."

Orders were issued in an orderly manner. Tang En touched his chin with a few stubbles and smiled as he looked at the airship above him that was gradually landing smoothly under the extreme operation of the hunters.

"Mysterious enhancement? Just what I want."

"Machines and weapons are add-ons. War must be fought by humans."

If it weren't for "delaying some more time to allow countries outside the Southern Continent to ferment public opinion as much as possible", I really wanted to rush over and have a fight with Prince Grove...Twain regretfully began to feel dazed.

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The early morning sunlight shone into the hotel room, and Klein slowly opened his eyes.

Probably because what he saw yesterday was too shocking and caused some psychological shadow to him, Klein had a strange dream for a long time. He dreamed about his past life and the newly established Tarot Society. , and Melissa, who was heartbroken about seasonings and addicted to delicious food after cooking for the first time.

These are all allusions to his heart, some of the beautiful memories he has in this world, Klein Moretti and Zhou Mingrui are mixed together, and they have long been inseparable.

Klein quietly got up, got dressed with the help of secret puppet Enzo, and walked into the bathroom to wash up.

He had just finished washing up and was about to leave the hotel to find some food when he heard someone knocking on his door.

"who?"

"It's me." Ms. D's voice.

Klein opened the door and saw Ms. D with a serious expression. Seeing that her companion's mood seemed to have recovered, Ms. D showed a smile, but her mood still did not change:

"Sir, there is fighting at our destination."

"Just last night, Behrens sent a small team to attack our food transport team and the wounded, so the saints of the Iron-Blooded Cross quickly counterattacked. Now Behrens has been completely enveloped by the war. If we can go Any slower and your mission might fail."

"A fight started? So fast."

The opponent in the war is Loen, and our own side is the camp of the True Creator and the God of Death. Theoretically, Loen is the country where Klein has lived the longest and has the most affection. His brother and sister also live there. Klein feels that he should be a little nervous or feel uneasy, and he doesn't know who he should help. On one side——

But the strange thing is that Klein feels nothing at the moment, is quite calm, and even feels a little bored.

A fight started?

oh.

Ms. D also noticed that Klein was a little too calm, and she guessed that it might be related to his recent experience. She paused for a moment and asked, "Should we move faster?"

Otherwise, if Behrens really loses, where should you send these things? Can you still return to Loen?

Klein thought for a while and nodded:

"Yes. Move forward as soon as possible. No matter what, finish this matter first."

The purpose of doing this is to gain favor and connections in the upper class? That does have some meaning. At least we can try to get them to donate more money, or continue to adjust the bill to do something for the civilians of the Northern Continent... Klein thought this, and regained some energy, but soon He frowned again, what about the Southern Continent? The policy of colonization will certainly not change...

"Okay." Seeing that he seemed immersed in thinking, Ms. D took a step back, turned and left, "I'll make arrangements first, see you later."

"See you later."

The Southern Continent probably doesn't need his Sequence 5 help at the moment. They already have their own God of Death, and the True Creator is also on that side. What's more, Melissa, Benson, "Justice", "Magician" and others are all Loen people and all live in Backlund. The brother and sister are even protected by the Church of the Night.

Perhaps it's because he hasn't openly committed evil or preached about converting to the True Creator. Being able to come back alive from the hidden town may be the limit of the goddess's openness. If he stands on the Southern Continent again, Klein doesn't dare to think about it. .

"Forget it, I have to think about these things slowly... In this world, only powerful people can have more say."

It was the same in the old era, except that power and class were replaced by sequence, church and god...

Klein took a breath and calmed down, then closed the door and returned to the bedroom.

Taking out the corresponding items, Klein quickly set up the ceremony to transfer the radio receiver from Source Castle to the real world.

He wants to contact "Magic Mirror" Arrods!

He has paid 350 pounds to obtain the spiritual world coordinates of Calderon City from Miss Magician and received a very dangerous reminder there, so he plans to obtain more information from two channels to prepare for the "hunting operation".

Of those two channels, one was to ask "Magic Mirror", and the other was to ask "Red Light" - under Azik's suggestion, Klein decided not to hesitate anymore and proactively expand his "network of contacts", at least not to hang himself on " On the tree "Goddess of the Night", at the same time, one cannot tie oneself too closely to the true Creator. One must find some strength to balance it, and the relatively friendly Seven Lights of the Spiritual World is the best target at the moment!

With the appearance of the radio transceiver, the surrounding jungle suddenly became cold and dark, as if the spiritual world had merged with reality here.

In about ten seconds, a clicking sound sounded, and the illusory white paper shrank and spat out:

"Great and supreme transcendent master, your loyal and humble humble servant Arrodes comes at your call. (v)"

"There is no danger here for the time being, what do you think?"

Seeing the flattering title, Klein breathed a sigh of relief silently, and finally confirmed that the person connected was "Magic Mirror" Arrods.

He is very afraid of words such as "I want to give you a baby" on the white paper.

Of course, he had divined the danger level of contacting "Magic Mirror" Arrods above the gray mist in advance, and got an answer without any problems. However, the "Mother Tree of Desire" interfered with the success of his divination in the past, and his interpretation of the revelation sneaked behind the Chanis door of St. Samuel's Church was wrong in the past. He really did not dare to be too relieved.

"Indeed." Klein nodded reservedly and asked, "What do you know about Calderon City in the spiritual world?"

Click, click, and a piece of illusory white paper left the radio receiver hesitantly:

"I don't see that city very clearly. I don't know the specific situation inside. I can only confirm that a saint once fell there, and some angels, 'travelers' and spiritual creatures have gone in to explore. It was relatively smooth. Leaving alive, but not much gained.”

"Also, I know the origin of that city."

Before Klein could ask further questions, more words came out of the illusory white paper with a clicking sound:

“Its former name was ‘City of the Dead’, and it was the earthly kingdom of the ancient god and ancestor of the phoenix, Gray Carrie.”

"Since this ancient god opened up the underworld, his kingdom has been moved there, and the 'City of the Dead' has gradually become a holy place for his descendants and believers."

"Before the ancient god Gray Carrie was severely injured and broken by the ancient sun god, she uprooted the city and threw it into the depths of the spiritual world. No residents there have ever come out. The name Calderon comes from the earliest person who entered The angel of the Abraham family, which means 'unknown soul' in the language of the dead."

TBC

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Klein: What’s the use of thinking so much? Let’s think of ways to advance to Sequence 4 first.