Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

That was a scene that the living beings of this world would never see in their lives.

Even from afar, they could still sense the earth-shattering power. The dust raised, the ground shook, and the wind whistled, like a destructive sword light from a god.

Most people did not know what had happened, but many mercenaries guessed. They saw the huge eagle soaring into the air carrying the mysterious Cathayan in the direction of the elf army.

"I say..."

In the scout team that had discovered the main force of the elves and returned with the news, someone swallowed. "Can you tell me... what we're here for?"

After a deathly silence, someone said faintly, "...You're here to see the bird off?"

The giant eagle climbed between the wind and the airwave. Below it was dust rising. Cassandra's face was ashen, and her body could not help but tremble. She was a brave and fearless warrior, but everything in front of her had already exceeded her understanding and her endurance. It was the peerless, brave, and invincible elf legion. She knew every flag and the honor and story behind it.

Now that they were struggling to die in the extinction of the landslide, no one could survive that attack.

This scene... was like a nightmare.

She held the axe tightly and drove the eagle to continue climbing and return to Valentine.

In the white fog world.

The Autobot looked at the distant figure. Kang De rushed to the shop, picked up a bottle of water, and gulped it down. Then he coughed, breathed, and panted hard.

"Father..." It said softly, "What can I do for you?"

"No, there's no need..."

Kang De poured the remaining water over his head and muttered, "I'm fine... I'm fine..."

He rubbed his cheeks forcefully and suddenly smiled. "It's not that difficult... is it?"

The Autobot whispered, "Father..."

"It's fine..." Kang De said. "I'm already prepared to bear all of this."

"I know, but that's not what I want to say." The Autobot's voice was a little uneasy, "You said that the time difference between the white fog world and Earth is three hours, but my own timer seems to be... not like that."

When Kang De heard this, he looked up at the clock on the wall of the shop. Then he took out a watch and opened it. He looked at the time and his expression gradually changed.

"Is it two hours and 17 minutes?"

"Yes."

In other words, the time difference between the white fog world and Earth had changed from three hours to two hours and 17 minutes... After he repeatedly opened the spatial door and changed the flow of time,

"It seems that this is the price of consumption..." The Autobot said, "Then the time anchor of the white fog world continues to move forward and reach an alignment with Earth... What will happen then?"

"I don't want to know," Kang De whispered. "I don't want to try."

Now was not the time to explore this problem.

It was time to go back.

He snapped his fingers and instantly appeared behind Cassandra.

This powerful female warrior even trembled in fear before heaving a sigh of relief.

When they first met, the other party was rude to him, hostile, and even disdainful. Now, all her emotions had turned into awe and fear...

This was someone on his side.

Then, what about the enemy?

He sighed silently, but he was no longer confused.

--I chose this, and I'll endure it.

He said indifferently, "Speed up."

"Yes."

The huge eagle swept through the blue sky, lowered its height, and swept toward Valentine City. When the people of the mercenary group heard this eagle cry, they raised their heads in unison and looked at the Cathayan carried by the huge eagle with complicated gazes.

The previous hostility, doubt, and disdain had long been washed away by awe and shock.

The mercenary group had already joined the battle. The street battle inside Valentine had already turned to a stalemate. The war still continued, and the giant eagle stopped on the high platform of the city hall.

There were already many people gathered there. They were all beside the gorilla. They had different appearances and lively gazes. At a glance, it was obvious that they were definitely not ordinary people. However, when Kang De arrived, these unruly-looking people all bowed to welcome him. Their etiquette was thorough and respectful without a trace of arrogance.

Strength was everything.

The enemy was the famous elite army of elves.

If you could kill an elf soldier from the Dragon Flag Army, you could be called an elite warrior. If you killed ten, you would be a trusted and respected warrior in the team. If you killed a hundred, you would be the brave and loving general of the headquarters. If you killed a thousand, you would be the army's pillar of courage and honor. If you killed 10,000, you would be the Martial Saint of this country. The epic legend of this country was respected and admired by all the young people.

If you killed a hundred thousand, you would be a living legend. The incarnation of a god walking on the ground was like a myth. Even the supreme king had to pay respects to you.

...Or a peerless demon king that everyone had to kill.

Which one it was depended on whether he had the ability to kill a million in one go.

Kang De only nodded at the gorilla, then quickly walked to Nick, who was being bandaged and treated. After exchanging a few words with the military doctor, he looked at the Therlandron on the other side.

His expression was gloomy.

The high-spirited elf general was even number than the weakest commoner in the city at this moment. His pride and arrogance had already disappeared without a trace and he did not even notice Kang De's arrival.

The spiritual life was gradually dissipating from that haggard body.

Kang De walked towards him and took out his phone from his pocket. He glanced at it.

Then, he said indifferently, "I've forgotten, so may I ask how long has it been since I said that I wanted to kill a thousand, ten thousand, or even more elves? How do you feel?"

Therlandron's body trembled, then he howled like a wild beast. His eyes were red and he simply wanted to eat Kang De alive. The elf gathered all his strength and soared into the air, rushing towards him.

However, in the next moment, a long rod landed on his back. The elf fell to the ground under the pressure. The tiles shattered and collapsed. Theron, who was helpless, was pressed down tightly. He roared, struggled, and whimpered.

Kang De walked forward, pulled out his axe, and kicked Therlandron into the air, cutting off his left arm.

Then a leg.

Blood surged, and broken limbs fell. It was heart-wrenching pain, but Therlandron still roared like a wild beast. Compared to the endless torture his soul endured, this pain was nothing.

"This is for Nick."

Kang De grabbed his neck, lifted him up, and pressed him against a pillar at the side. Gravel flew.

Flames darted out of Kang De's palm and burned toward the cross-section wound. The pungent smell of burning and smoke floated, stopping the blood that surged out. Therlandron looked at Kang De with a ferocious expression. There was no pain, only hatred.

Kang De looked straight into the other party's eyes.

He said, "Ask your army to surrender."

The few armies had already been destroyed, and the camp outside the city of the Dusk Legion had been broken. However, a considerable number of soldiers still continued to fight and destroy the city. They had not been overwhelmingly heavily injured.

Therandron revealed a mocking smile and laughed hoarsely, "Have you ever seen an elf surrender?"

"I've seen it before," Kang De said. "He's nobler than you."

"Bullsh*t..." Therlandron panted twice and cursed resentfully, "The Dusk Legion will fight to the last moment and kill all the enemies they can kill. Ha, ha, Kang De, since you're so capable, just use the spell you used just now to destroy us! Bring this city along!"

Like a malicious ghost, Therlandron howled, "But you should know what you've done. You should also know what you'll face from now on! The Twilight Dynasty will take revenge on you for today's matter and let you live in fear for the rest of your life!"

Facing this extremely resentful curse, Kang De was unmoved.

Since the situation had already reversed, similar words could be returned.

"If curses are useful, why do we need nuclear weapons?"

Kang De said indifferently, "I'll tell you the truth. That move can still be used three times."

Therlandron's smile froze. He was stunned, but his tone was still vicious, "Why are you telling me this?"

"There's only negotiation if I tell you."

What had happened today could no longer be hidden.

Coupled with the Dusk Legion, the six Royal Dragon Flag Legions had fallen in one battle. A two-carrier army that was not inferior to the American Empire had been easily sunk. It would definitely cause a huge commotion in the entire world. The impact was extremely far-reaching. How could it stop at the battlefield of Goethe and the elves?

The humans in Valentine City and the many mercenaries brought by the gorilla had many mouths and eyes. Even if they announced that the terrifying attack that destroyed the five large legions was actually a meteor shower that happened to pass by, the leaders of the various countries would not believe it. They would deduce Kang De's actions through pervasive spies and indirect information and make the worst guess and make a countermeasure.

--In other words, they would assume that Kang De could release that attack without any restrictions.

Once the various countries and races made this guess, from now on, Kang De and the Duchy of Goethe would never have peace. They would face endless assassinations, conspiracy, and even war.

According to the truth, it would be relatively safer. After all, Kang De could indeed only protect himself three times for the time being.

This was because intelligent living beings all had selfish motives. Facing a humanoid nuclear weapon with endless destructive power, they might cooperate sincerely and do their best, but facing a humanoid nuclear weapon that could only use three big moves, they would be wary, afraid that they would suffer the full backlash of the other party and count on others to take this blow.

"So, do you understand?"

Kang De said calmly, "Ask your soldiers to surrender unconditionally and accept the judgment and execution of the Valentine. I'll let you leave and let you bring this news to your superior, your commander, and your Empress."

"You'll become a messenger. You'll carry the shame of being defeated and surrendering and the sin of causing the annihilation of six main legions. When you return to your army and your country, even if endless criticism, rolling your eyes, reprimanding, insulting, and doubt surround you, you'll have to endure it and live."

"Because the information you sent back determines what will happen in the future and where the attack you just saw will land. For example, it will land on another larger army group, the main fleet you gathered, or your capital."

"It will also determine the time when this happens."

"Is the war still going on now, or have you already destroyed Goethe's future? Five years, ten years, twenty years, I'll be very patient until the best opportunity comes."

"You know, I mean what I say."

Kang De's calm words contained faith and weight as firm as steel, as well as soul-stirring dignity and determination. When a person waved the Sword of Judgment with his will and determination and killed hundreds of thousands of living beings, many things would forever change.

However, the difference was that Kang De still remembered his original intention of swinging his sword.

Therlandron was first filled with hatred, then anger, and then fear. He looked at Kang De in a daze. This was the most unforgettable human he had ever seen in his life, the most regretful decision he had made in his life. It was about to accompany the endless nightmares of his remaining life, a real nightmare that would forever haunt him.

However, he saw something else in Kang De's eyes.

It was... pity.

"You... you..." He muttered, "What are you talking about..."

Such words came out of nowhere.

However, Kang De understood.

"I just don't want innocent lives to die again. For the ambition of your Empress, for the decision of your council, for the interests of your so-called country, you came here and killed countless innocent people and brave people. You made good people bad, warriors die, and patriots suffer. Goethe is like that, and so are you elves. Do you think it's worth it?"

Therlandron looked into Kang De's eyes as if he could see through his soul. The purest and calmest emotion shone in them. It was the light of holding peerless power but feeling pity.

In that ball of light, Therlandron seemed to see many scenes. His subordinates, his followers. At the beginning of the war, the brave soldiers embarked on the journey with their heads held high. There had been bloody battles and separations. It had begun with a mistaken killing and in the end, slaughter had become the norm.

The innocent smiles gradually disappeared from the boys' faces. They became the most qualified warriors and died. Corpses, pairs of empty eyes, boxes of relics. Behind these were the ruins of Goethe, the curse and pleading of humans in despair, the high-spirited speeches of the ministers, the enthusiastic reports, the medals, and rewards that were promoted time and time again.

Was it worth it?

Therlandron's mouth fell open as he wailed silently. Tears mixed with blood rolled silently down his face.

A horn filled with endless desolation and sorrow sounded and spread throughout Valentine.

The elf soldiers who were fighting, retreating, and even defending raised their heads in confusion and looked at their comrades beside them in surprise with disbelief. They anxiously asked, suspected, questioned, and even flew into a rage.

The soldiers of the mercenary group brought by the gorilla scattered the team and galloped along the street. They loudly announced this news and ordered the elves to give up resisting and convey Kang De's words.

At this point, the Cathayan, Kang De, was no longer the happiest man on the continent.

Princess Tina was the happiest woman in the world.

No one in the mercenary group questioned whether Kang De was qualified to order them.

The elves who were still attacking and resisting near the city hall were the first to be persuaded to surrender. They gritted their teeth and cried as they followed the humans to convey this news to their comrades.

Elves whose eyes were red from killing or could not accept it chose to continue fighting and were quickly killed.

The news continued to spread.

The humans of Valentine also saw that terrifying phenomenon and felt the earth-shattering impact, but they still did not know what had happened at that time... until now.

Cries sounded everywhere.

On the terrace of the city hall, the survivors were gathered here. Nick, who had a crippled body, sat beside a flower bed with a soft cushion under him. His chest rose and fell weakly. He narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Don't cry, don't cry. Don't let the elves underestimate Goethe..."

He fainted a few times and his thoughts were already a mess. He thought that this was the last execution.

Until Nick felt a gust of wind and the people around him silently make way, he barely opened his eyes and saw the figure.

Although his vision was already blurry, he could not be wrong. After seeing that figure, his chaotic thoughts became clear. His face became rosy, his eyes lit up, and his mind became clear.

He repeated the name, "Kang De... Kang De..."

Kang De said in a low voice, "It's fine, it's fine. We won. We really won... Listen."

Mad tears and crazy shouts came from the wind. Although there was still pain in the voice, there was no despair anymore. Such a voice was actually unconvincing, but Nick immediately looked relieved, because Kang De had said it.

"That's great. Thank... thank you..."

He repeated in a low voice, tears falling weakly from his eyes. "Thank you..."

Kang De turned to look at the medical officer at the side. The other party sighed and shook his head at him.

He was not excited or angry, nor did he force him. He only nodded at the other party to thank him, then looked at Nick and said softly, "Do you have any other wishes?"

Nick subconsciously smiled. "No, with you around, there's no... Wait, there's really one."

"Tell me."

Nick tried to raise his head, then raised his remaining hand.

"When I visited you, I told you that you have many misunderstandings and prejudices against me. After Valentine's battle is done, I hope to be friends with you..."

There was already only a blurry shadow in front of him and a slightly blurry world.

Then he felt his right hand being held. It was warm and strong, as always.

"What are you talking about?" that person said to him. "We've been together for a long time."

Therefore, Nick smiled and replied.

"I see... This is my honor."

More and more elves put down their weapons. The mages of the mercenary group also controlled the fluttering flames and called the power of frost and the ground to extinguish the fire. Valentine, who had survived, stopped boiling.

The terrified and trembling people looked around in confusion and heard cheers and cries from all directions. The humans who had fought so hard let go of the weapons in their hands weakly and lay on the ground. Their families were calling each other, hugging, and crying. The mercenary group began to rescue and help extremely efficiently.

Then, the Valentine citizens who had the strength to spare spontaneously joined.

The calamity of this city finally slowly ended.

The chaotic weather caused by the spell also stopped. The lightning no longer roared, and the flames no longer tore through the sky. The enveloping dark clouds lost the support of their magic power and gradually returned to order under the power of nature. Sunlight broke through the dark clouds and sprinkled on this dilapidated city, landing on the broken roofs, the blood-colored streets, and the faces of the people, shining on the crying but lively faces.

Under the wisps of sunlight, Nick slowly lowered his head with a smile.

A few months after the elves officially started a war and attacked Goethe, the powerful iron hooves of the elves descended on this eastern city. Valentine counterattacked tenaciously like many cities that had fought bloody battles previously and resisted and sacrificed tenaciously in comparison to the despairing strength.

Starting from the mayor, all the nobles died in battle. Two out of ten mages were left, more than 70% of the soldiers had died, and the rest were all injured. More than half of the civilians had died.

The Elven Dusk Legion was severely injured, and the remaining soldiers surrendered unconditionally. The Trident Honorary Legion, the Chimera War Group, the Red Dragon Roar, the Blue Blood Legion, the Green Sky Legion, and the five Royal Dragon Flag Legions had completely disappeared. This elite main legion that had suddenly appeared at the eastern border of Goethe should have attacked north with irresistible force and completed the encirclement of the capital of Goethe. Now, they had been completely wiped out.

This battle would definitely shake the world and be remembered by everyone, be it now or in the future.

They would all remember it.

They would remember that a small city called Valentine had fought in blood and fire until the last moment.

The enemy was the most elite army of the elves, and Valentine did not have a main garrison. There was only a crazy mayor and a second and third-rate city defense team. Their weapons were backward and their training was insufficient. They could only use courage and will to make up for this heaven-like combat strength difference, but they fought as beautifully as tales in the legends.

They held on until their endless courage and unyielding sacrifices were exchanged for the stars that fell from the sky. They used this to obtain victory.

The battle of Valentine had ended.

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