Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Flames continuously exploded in the city.

Sticky napalm was thrown everywhere, and the fire gradually rose. The vicious and cruel weapons created by human intelligence were whistling wantonly as if a demon had descended to the world.

The wind blew the fire and the sun shone brightly. White phosphorus bombs whistled down from the sky. The napalm bombs on the ground continuously exploded. The white color of the sky, the blazing light of the sun on the ground, and the city were covered in poisonous smoke and flames. The people hiding at home because of the war fled in panic to the street. Under the cover of their nests, they were never intact.

They ran aimlessly, but they did not know where was safe. Explosions continuously happened in the city. Perhaps there were terrifying bombs buried beside them. Vehicles could not pass on the chaotic streets. There were shouts and cries everywhere. Fireballs continuously soared into the sky in the distance. Flame waves surged as if it was the end of the world.

People called out to each other's relatives, and some collapsed and sat on the ground crying. Children called their parents, and parents called their children. Across the crowd, heads were gathered everywhere. The old couple supported each other, but they could not walk fast or far. They snuggled up to each other and sat under the house beside the street, looking at all of this in despair.

"Help…"

"Who saw my child?!"

"Dad! Dad!"

"Help us…"

"Someone help us…"

The people who lived in this land had never been happy. They were not glorious, nor had they caught up with the wave of technology development. They had welcomed ferocious and selfish colonists. Even in the new era, they could not escape the accumulation of weakness and backwardness. Hunger, poverty, desolation… and war.

They lived in a world where gasoline napalm and white phosphorus bombs would land above their heads at any time.

They did not even know what they had done wrong to have such a life.

The same world, the same Earth.

As commoners, they could only cry helplessly and be helpless against all of this.

A huge eagle flapped its wings in the sky.

The green arcane wings swept up a violent wind. The Hima Eagle swooped over. Kang De stepped on the eagle's back and looked down at the city filled with flames. The fire of the gasoline napalm was burning and spreading further.

He took a step and flipped to the ground, swinging his flying axe in the sky where the heat wave soared. In the next moment, the black light shattered. Kang De flashed and stepped out of a roof. He waved his battle axe again, and his body flashed in the void one after another. He knocked into a burning point and rushed into the fire wave.

Helpless cries for help sounded from the burning flames fog. His surroundings were filled with whistling flames. Kang De closed his eyes and his mental strength seeped out. He separated his arms and a red light flashed. Traces of fire elements seeped into his arms, like an illusory fire spirit that continuously danced around him.

He roared sternly and suddenly pressed his hands to the ground. The power of the Fire Thief suddenly expanded along the ground, extracting and shattering all burning things. In an instant, the flames were extinguished, and the orange-red flames were suddenly extinguished. Only the dust and fog of the empty illusion still filled the space. Then, a violent wind danced and blew away everything.

The trapped people looked around in confusion, but they did not know what had happened.

The Hima Eagle roared in the sky. Kang De's eyes flashed with a dazzling light. Black light curled around him, shattered, and dissipated. His figure appeared in the sky again and rode the wind to another fire point.

The people who were blocked outside and cried for their relatives' names saw a figure collide with the fire. In the next moment, dozens of houses shook and rumbled. That person's figure was as fast as a meteor. Wherever he went, the flames were extinguished and the flames no longer existed. People were continuously thrown out and rolled to the ground with confused expressions.

"Look! Eagle! It's the Eagle God!"

The Hima Eagle refracted golden light in the sunlight. Its green illusory wings swept up a violent wind and streaked across the sky of the city in the flames and sunlight, like the spirits of all things that Comoros had worshiped.

This scene was magnificent and sacred.

The old Comorian stood up shakily, tears streaming down his face. Under the erosion of technology and modernity, the ancient legend was no longer believed by his young clansmen. Now, in suffering, flames, death, and despair, the light of hope appeared in front of him.

However, Kang De was not a god.

He did not even know if he could be called hope.

From the moment he lived on the deserted island, his life had forever changed. He was no longer calm. He was driven by his fate and continuously faced cruel reality.

The reality was to drift helplessly on a deserted island for a full year. The reality was to watch the Goethe people of the Penguin die in front of him one by one, but he was helpless. The reality was that he had fallen into the war between Goethe and the elves, but he was powerless to stop it. The reality was that he would never be able to save everyone. The reality was that he was helpless and would always be just a little short.

He would never be powerful enough.

Therefore, he was busy on both sides, so he was hesitant and crazy in continuously coordinating the combat progress of the two sides. Therefore, here, he ran back and forth for the people of a city and extinguished the flames.

However, it could not save everyone.

The men who were burned alive, the women who hugged their children, and the people who were burned to death filled the room. Not everyone could be saved, and not everything was in time. Sometimes, when he extinguished the flames, he only saw twisted bones. Sometimes, he gave others hope, but in the end, he could only hear that person's desperate cries. Kang De could only rush to the next place and not stay any longer.

He did not want to hear anything he did not want to hear or see expressions he did not want to see.

Valentine, Glory Sand, he had already seen enough.

Flames flew, phosphorus medicine fell from the sky, and people screamed.

There were cars that had been struck. He saw people wailing in them.

It was a family. The three people in the back were already dead. The person in the front seat tried to crawl out of the burning car, but the flames devoured his car and burned his body. His hands reached out of the shattered windshield and grabbed the hood, making a sizzling sound. His body struggled forward. Only a small portion of the broken car glass stuck his upper body, revealing a body the same color as the metal body of the car that had been charred by the flames.

He looked at Kang De and shouted desperately for help, but the flames had already destroyed everything about him. His face was already burned until it could not be seen clearly. There were only pieces of flesh and blood that were gradually drying and burning his head. His eyes gradually withered, but they revealed suffocating despair.

This was Earth, not another world, not a backward society, not the attacking countries, not Goethe that had been invaded by the foreign races. This was Earth, a modern society, the technological revolution, and a global village.

Kang De could only shoot silently.

His expression was so gloomy that it was almost twisted. Endless violent anger devoured his mind. The golden dial in his eyes spun quickly. Kang De's speed had already soared to the limit. He flew and teleported. He continuously annihilated the roaring flames. His figure splashed with light and shadows as he shuttled back and forth through the entire city like a stream of light riding the giant eagle.

Saving humans and witnessing death.

Or, give death.

An SUV was fleeing wildly. The shooter cried out in fear. His shooting skills could not deal with such an enemy. Visible to the naked eye, he saw that terrifying figure continuously flash and teleport in the air. It was f*cking teleportation. He swore that he was not seeing things. He had not drunk or inhaled anything—this was true!

Kang De rushed to the car and faced the speeding car. He activated his battle aura and slashed with his sword. The speeding car was cut in half from the middle. The mercenary standing on the weapons table controlling the machine gun was also cut in half. Internal organs and blood surged and scattered. The car collided on both sides. Kang De raised his hand to cut off the driver's limbs and nail the other to the ground. He grabbed the person in the back seat. His gaze was calm and cold, ignoring the other party's screams.

"Let me ask you."

"Are you hungry?"

"Are you suffering?"

"Is it dangerous every day?"

"Don't you have a home?"

"Is the motherland enslaved? Is the race discriminated against? Is there no way out?"

"Neither."

"Then why pick up a weapon?"

The hand that grabbed the other party's throat shone with a blazing light.

"Why did you come to someone else's home?"

"Why hurt innocent civilians?"

"Why are you only interested in hurting others?"

"You…"

He stared into the other party's terrified eyes and watched the flames burn from them.

Then, raging flames burned the mercenary's head and face, and flames surged out.

"You're only worthy of dying like this."

His figure dissipated and teleported into the sky, sweeping towards another artillery position.

"Everyone, go to the underground bomb shelter!"

At the Chinese Embassy in Comoros, after the attack, the military officer immediately issued an order. All the staff and the saved Chinese were arranged to hide in the underground air defense facility. The attaché had been observing the change in the situation of the city on the third floor. His eyes were surprised and serious.

Footsteps sounded. The ambassador walked over quickly with a murderous expression, "I called my superior—Gambia is finished! These people deserve to die a hundred times!"

He came to the military officer's side and asked, "Is there a way to control the fire?"

"In fact… the effect doesn't seem to be very good. There are many places that haven't burned. I don't know what's going on…" The military officer was puzzled, but his tone was still serious, "But many residents have already run to the street. Without order guidance, it's very easy to have a large-scale stampede and panic accident. The white phosphorus bomb and the incendiary bomb will also cause a large number of injuries. With Comoros' current anarchy, I'm afraid…"

Ambassador He's face was ashen.

He was silent for a moment before saying firmly, "Get our doctor to prepare. I'll make another call!"

The military official was shocked. "Should we save them? According to the procedure…"

"To hell with the procedural rules! The rules are dead, but people are alive! At most, we'll go to the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference to retire!"

Ambassador He cursed, "I don't even know if King Comoros is dead. Where can I find a procedure? I'll call again and ask. I can't watch these people burn to death alive!"

At this moment, gunshots sounded outside. The two of them were shocked. The military officer pulled out his gun and put on his helmet. He said to the ambassador, "Hurry up and hide in the basement! I'll go take a look!"

At this moment, the sound of a horn expanding sounded outside.

They heard some poorly spoken mandarin.

"Please open the door! I'm King Chakat II of Comoros!"

The two of them looked at each other in surprise.

Soon, after checking, the armed police moved away the horse and the Hummer drove into the embassy. The black king welcomed the Ambassador to Comoros and said seriously, "Mr. Ambassador, may I ask if your government still recognizes the royal family controlled and led by me as the only legal regime in the Kingdom of Comoros?"

The ambassador said seriously, "Of course, you're still the legal leader and monarch of Comoros."

"Very good. Then as the ruler of Comoros, I invoke international law. Under the premise that the government is in exile, the country has fallen, and the administrative military and security forces of Comoros have all disappeared, the Comoros government is no longer able to provide any help to the civilians affected by the war. Here, as the King of Comoros, I request your government and the relevant departments to provide humanitarian assistance and agree to all your country's actions in Comoros."

Chakat II slowly said, "Mr. Ambassador, you can report and ask your superiors for instructions and instruct the secretary to prepare a memo."

The ambassador immediately retreated and turned around, running into the embassy. "Immediately."

"Military Officer Liang, please mobilize two warriors to protect me," Chakat II said to the Military Advisor, his dark face murderous, "I want to visit your trash neighbors."

The military official pondered for a moment and said, "This is very dangerous. Mr. King, you…"

"Don't worry." Chakat II picked up his phone. "I'm doing a live broadcast. Since Twitter can govern the country, so can a live broadcast… Although most of the Internet's voice is grasped by the West, they're not united. I believe in the strength of your government and the Russian government. If Chakat II is killed in front of the American Embassy by the United States Marine Corps when he's rushing to save his citizens, let the entire world see it."

He turned to look at the person beside him. "In addition, you should know him, right?"

Only then did the military official notice the Chinese person beside him and say in surprise, "Kang Jinzhu!"

Ever since his local compatriots were kidnapped, he, the ambassador, and a few officials had already flipped through the photos of the missing person. Their impression was even deeper than his parents.

"It's me… I'm sorry, Major Liang. I have something to tell the ambassador."

Kang Jinzhu glanced at the king and Chakat II smiled. "Go, Jinzhu. We all have to fight. You're doing it for your son, and I'm here for my family."

The two of them looked at each other and shook hands. Their gazes met and communicated, and they nodded slightly.

Speeding into the city was not a long or short time, but it was enough for these two men with their own worries to exchange information and reach a win-win deal.

Then, Kang Jinzhu rushed into the embassy.

"Sir Ambassador! Sir Ambassador!"

Kang Jinzhu quickly caught up to Ambassador He. The ambassador was also very surprised, "Kang Jinzhu! You…"

"Mr. Ambassador, do you want to contact the country? Please forgive me for being presumptuous, but I want to participate too. I have very important things to report to the party and country…"

Kang Jinzhu followed the ambassador. The two of them quickly stepped onto the stairs. As Father Kang walked, he said, "It's really a very important situation! Regarding what I saw and discovered in the king's mausoleum… there's the shadow of the French government behind it! They planned the war and assassinated the king for the things in the tomb!"

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