Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Nick was lifted high and fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from his mouth.

Therlandron's foot stepped on his head. The elf's voice was calm and cruel. "That's completely true. Your country is about to be destroyed. You'll be the ones to die, and you won't have a home anymore."

He raised his tone, "Find his family and spread the word that anyone who reveals the location of the Valentine family can be spared from death."

Nick's injuries were heavy and his entire body was in pain. His head was stepped on and his face was covered in blood. He could not move at all, but he still said vaguely, "Curse you, curse you. Elves, your country will be reduced to ruins. Your land will be filled with poison. Your clansmen will be exiled forever…"

"Even I've heard these words hundreds of times. Human, we've conquered many countries and allowed them to become one of the cornerstones of the great dynasty. We've also killed countless rebels. You're only an insignificant member. If the curse is useful, why do we need swords?!"

Therlandron was not in a hurry to kill Nick. This lowly human had committed a serious crime and had to be responsible for the deaths of thousands of elves. All the capital punishment of the Dusk Legion would be imposed on him.

He wanted to destroy everything about this human bit by bit.

Starting with hope.

Therefore, the commander revealed a cruel smile. He moved his foot away and squatted down. He grabbed the mayor's hair and said indifferently, "Do you think your actions are very heroic? Do you think reinforcements will come? Do you think that Valentine has done something very impressive to resist until now?"

"Then I can tell you that all of this is meaningless."

"Because…"

Therlandron whispered something in Nick's ear.

Nick's pupils suddenly constricted, then he revealed a mocking smile, "Who said it's meaningless? How many people died in the Dusk Legion, the Twilight elite soldiers, and the trump card army to conquer this city?"

This struck Therlandron's weakness. The elf was furious and smashed Nick's head to the ground.

He suddenly lost interest in talking to this loser.

Even if the city had fallen, even if his family was about to be destroyed, even if he was about to suffer extremely cruel punishment and pain, this human had actually maintained his victorious posture from the beginning to the end.

This prevented him from enjoying any joy.

"I hope you can be so optimistic and unyielding before you die."

Therlandron waved his hand and gestured for the soldier to bring the other party down.

However, in the next moment, a loud explosion sounded from afar.

Even Nick, who had almost fainted, suddenly looked up.

The elf commander's gaze focused, and then his body began to tremble.

This was because he remembered this voice.

He would never forget it.

In his long life, he had only heard such a special and strange sound in the past few days. That explosion was not filled with the violent and blazing flames of the fire elements, but a violent, rough, and terrifying vent.

He was deeply impressed by this voice.

"Ha…"

He let out a low roar.

The trembling in his body was not fear, but excitement.

Faint pain came from the wounds on his body. The flying shrapnel, the sharp shock wave, and the terrifying explosion were unheard and unseen, causing him to fall into fear.

He was not afraid of this attack.

Instead, he was afraid of the meaning behind this attack.

He was not a person who was afraid of commanding an attack.

Instead, he was afraid of what he could do in the future.

Kang De.

"Kang—De—"

Therlandron roared, and the flames of anger surged in his chest.

—You haven't run yet!

—As expected, you haven't run!

The gods still favored elves!

If he could capture or kill Kang De, no matter how many soldiers he lost, it was worth it!

The commander roared and ran to the edge of the terrace, looking in the direction of the explosion. The alchemical chariot that he had never seen before roared and ran, racing all the way through the streets of Valentine. Explosions, flames, and continuous bangs. He also saw that human, the Cathayan who had fought for Goethe.

"Blow the horn! Blow the horn!"

He said sternly, "Mage Group! Heavy Arrow Hunters! Desolate Forest Rangers! All of you! Press down!"

The melodious horn instantly spread throughout the city.

In the boiling city, the elves who had participated in the massacre all looked up. They were blinded by blood. In front of them were soldiers fighting a desperate and bitter battle or trembling commoners. When the order arrived, the elves were silent or surprised for a moment, but in the next moment, even more violent anger ruled their hearts.

Almost all the elves left without hesitation.

They roared the same name.

"—Kang De!"

Even their enemies and sheep waiting to be slaughtered could sense the anger and killing intent of these elves.

No matter what, they had to kill that person. The lives of the other humans in the city did not matter.

These ferocious and cruel elves displayed such an attitude.

They immediately retreated and gave up on killing.

All for the sake of killing someone.

For a moment, it was unknown how many people had escaped death or temporarily survived. They were either relieved, angry, or crying. They did not even have the strength to escape. Their relatives had died, the elves had broken their promises, and there were many blood debts. Their hatred seeped into their bones. After experiencing the apocalyptic scene after the city was broken, people were either numb, angry, or afraid, but they no longer had any illusions about the elves.

It was precisely at this moment that they could think of other things.

For example, three things.

Firstly, it was even more important for the elves to kill Kang De than take down this city.

Secondly, this person who the elves wanted to eliminate and who was extremely valued by the elves had once protected this city with all his might and was forced, questioned, and even hated by humans.

Thirdly, even now, he was still fighting in this city.

For a moment, many people had mixed feelings.

Human nature was cold and frivolous. Perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps in the future, the emotions at this moment would die with the wind, and the ugly soul would show its ugliness for all kinds of reasons. However, at least for now, many people whispered this name and held a certain degree of respect and guilt for him.

Although this was likely meaningless, it could still be meaningful.

Panting and chewing the dried meat and military rations in his arms, the soldier hugged his spear and leaned against the wall. He looked at the corpses piled up on the street and the flowing blood river and suddenly jumped up and roared, "Let's go!"

The soldiers who had hurriedly bandaged their wounds stood up one after another.

Just like the small water droplets that still rushed towards the reef after the wave shattered,

"Kang—De—"

Kang De had only come to the city hall once. The usually bustling streets had already been stained with blood. The world had changed color, and the clean and tall buildings had already been dyed black. The pedestrians and luxurious carriages that came and went had already disappeared. Only the elves' cavalry and foot soldiers continuously attacked.

Therlandron's roar sounded on the high terrace.

Kang De looked up. The muscular body of the elf commander crossed the high platform. Nick, who was covered in blood, was placed at the side. War had destroyed the spirituality of all intelligent living beings. Honor and morals had already become a joke.

The commander grabbed Nick's hair and smiled fiercely, "You're finally here! What are you doing here?! Save him?! Save this city?! Can you do it?!"

Nick's body trembled, and his expression twisted in despair. Facing the torture and threat of the elves, when the entire city was facing slaughter and his family would be reduced to ashes, the mayor did not show any fear. However, at this moment, looking at Kang De, who was charging back and forth, he finally could not stop his tears from falling.

He cried, shouted, and even vomited.

"Leave!" He cried in despair, "Why did you come back?! Why did you come back?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was grabbed by the neck of Therlandron. The bright and sharp tip of the sword was placed on his neck. The elf shouted, "Kang De! Do you want to save him?! You know what to do!"

Kang De roared, "Fire!"

The Autobot raised its right arm and cannon fire roared. However, a violent wind gathered and instantly compressed into extremely dense air. An atmospheric shield soared into the air and actually blocked this determined attack.

Therlandron laughed wildly. With a flash of sword light, he cut off Nick's left arm, and blood splattered.

"Do you see! You can't do anything! You can't do anything! You can't save him, you can't save everyone in this city, you can't even save yourself!"

Therlandron roared, "Because your enemy is us! It's the invincible Twilight Army. You're facing the most powerful country in this world! You don't have a chance at all! What awaits you is an endless failure and desperate death! Why aren't you escaping?! Use your spatial spell to escape!"

"F*ck… your… mother…"

Kang De's eyes were red as he roared, "You're finished! You're all finished! Your country is also finished! The elves here today will all die! I want to kill a thousand, ten thousand, or even more elves! Then you'll understand! There's only one reason for the destruction of the Twilight Dynasty! Only one!"

With another flash of the sword light, Nick's right leg was also cut off. Therandron revealed a mocking smile, "I thought you were a powerful character. It seems that you're only a hysterical and arrogant pitiful human."

Kang De took a deep breath and stared deeply at Nick.

There was pleading, sincerity, and dissuasion in the other party's eyes… Perhaps it was only Kang De's imagination.

However, it did not matter. Nothing mattered.

When he opened his eyes again, Kang De's eyes had already calmed down, as if he was in Glory Sand.

His tone was unprecedentedly calm, "Let's go and prepare to return to Earth."

In a corner of the city, the bitter battle continued. The elves here were not called away by the horn. The killing and bloodshed greatly reduced the judgment of the living beings, causing the legendary wise and smart elves to become barbaric and bloodthirsty. The Kang De they wanted to kill was a Cathayan, and there were also Cathayans here.

Moreover, the Cathayans here had killed many of their comrades.

"Kill them all! Kill them all!"

Arrows rained down and roared ferociously. More than half of the Heaven and Earth Association who had gathered together had died. Most of the living were doing their best to resist. Up until now, this was already the largest organized resistance by Valentine, because a person called Hong San had once led and commanded them. Now, he had returned.

People relied on and listened to him again.

However, the defense line was already on the verge of collapse.

A desperate massacre and a doomsday-like scene. People died one by one, like cattle and sheep. Most people's mental defenses had already collapsed. At this moment, many things were no longer important.

"Brother! Brother!" Song Baoyi was covered in injuries. He fell to the ground and cried, "I'm sorry! I was wrong! Leave quickly! Don't care about us! It's all over!"

Behind him were sad and painful people, and around him were people who were afraid, screaming, but also fighting crazily. Hong San chuckled and said, "I'm very happy now. We can all become better people, right?"

—Even if it's only for a moment.

Although he came from a bad background, although he had encountered a cruel fate, roamed the streets, and used despicable, greedy, cunning, and faithless methods to earn a living and protect himself, he had become an annoying inhuman. Most of the people in this world were like this because most of them came from humble backgrounds. Morality was a luxury.

This was the world Hong San understood and saw.

However, that was not the entire world after all.

Even people as humble as the dust had the possibility of becoming better. Even ugly and detestable people would bloom with light. It was not their intention to become like this. Fate was not predestined.

At the very least, there was a possibility of change.

He hoped that Master Kang could realize this… and hoped that it would happen sooner.

He was the person who could change everything.

—I'm only so promising. I can only do these things. After all, I'm someone like them.

However, even an incurable person like him would change.

The defense line was broken, and the wall was roughly pushed open. The elves lined up to attack, and a row of large shields pushed over.

Hong San raised his spear and stabbed, but after fighting for a long time, his strength was insufficient. The spear was only an ordinary weapon, and it finally collapsed. The shield wall pushed over, and behind him were the people waiting to die. The Cathayan gritted his teeth and collided, firmly blocking the incoming iron wall.

"Hong San…"

He was almost exhausted and could no longer resist this huge force, but this Cathayan still squeezed out all his strength and resisted in vain. He muttered and called his name.

Then, he said to himself.

"You're human… you're human… you're human… You! Are! Human!"

He roared and screamed as his body was continuously pushed back.

The elf soldier holding the shield had already pulled out his short sword and stabbed forward through the gap in the shield. The guns of the soldiers in the back row also stabbed over. Hong San no longer knew how to dodge.

At this moment, a buzzing sound sounded from the sky behind.

Hong San, who was in a daze, felt a golden light fill his vision. Then, his body fell back. He only felt a hurricane sweep past in front of him and vaguely saw more than ten shadows fly into the sky, like shattered leaves swept by the wind. He felt the ground shake, the explosion of the air, mixed with the sound of bones cracking and screams. In the end, everything returned to silence.

He half-opened his eyes and did not even have the strength to open them all. He only saw a blurry shadow and vaguely saw a person standing in front of him, looking down at him. The red hair was burning like flames, and the body was covered in armor that flowed and shone like lava.

He felt a cold object reach over him. It should be a war club. The person used a weapon to pick away the messy hair on his forehead as if looking at him.

"Do you know a person with black hair like you? He looks like your people, but he's better-looking than you, stronger than you, better at talking, and kinder than you. In short, he's stronger than you in everything. Moreover, even if he stands with you, he can tell at a glance that he's very different from you."

That voice belonged to a woman.

Hong San did not have the time to distinguish if the voice was pleasant, because when he heard the first sentence, a figure flashed through his mind.

He muttered, "Kang De… Kang De…"

That person's tone became anxious. "Where is he?"

"I don't know…"

Hong San lay on the ground on his back, but a smile slowly appeared on his face. He said softly, "However, he's in this city. If you walk towards the city and go to the place where the battle is the most intense, you'll find him."

Then he heard a violent vibration and whistling, like a dragon rising into the sky.

Hong San smiled and felt that now was the best time.

He was a very powerful person. In that case, he was relieved.

A moment later, Hong San could hear the survivors crying. Many of them scrambled to his side and pushed him, supported him, and called out to him. He blinked and tilted his head. He looked at the familiar faces and slowly smiled.

"Look, good people are still rewarded, right?"

Then, he felt very sleepy, as if all the baggage had disappeared.

Therefore, he slowly closed his eyes.

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