Endless Debt

war.

This term has been with human civilization since its inception and has been with it like a shadow.

In the primitive caves, people fight for limited food and living space. In the ancient castles of the old era, the nobles launch bloody battles for land, power and honor, or in modern high-rise buildings. In the building, a full-scale war is triggered by political, economic and ideological conflicts between countries.

war! war! war!

It is like a stubborn disease of civilization, deeply rooted in the long history of mankind. No matter how the times change and how civilization progresses, war is like the ultimate curse that cannot be shaken off, breaking out in the human world again and again.

"There has never been a war to end all wars."

Holt whispered solemnly, like a devout priest praying his last prayer, "All wars are just the prelude to the next war."

The roaring wind and snow rushed towards everyone's faces, causing a faint pain.

Directly ahead, there was a huge flashing fissure, and in the sound of broken wails, the scarlet tide burst out. In an instant, they overflowed the huge cross-section after the ridge of the mountains disappeared.

The blood water stirred and rolled, and countless ferocious figures were thrown out of the blood water. They were thrown high into the air, and then they were smashed hard on the cold snow. Some of them fell directly into flesh and mud, stained with stains. Bright red, and others stood up unsteadily, let out a hungry roar, and rushed towards the nearest condenser.

Holt watched the offensive from the etheric realm coldly. Just as Nathaniel expected, when Bologo and others took action to attack the Pillar of King Power, the Pillar of King Power would also fight back and carry out total war.

"War, like a cruel and crazy self-purification mechanism, pushes all disputes and differences in human society to the extreme, returning everything to chaos in this crazy feast."

While muttering to himself, Holt took a few steps forward and stood at the front of the defense line. There was a pure glimmer in his eyes, and the alchemy matrix was slowly rotating.

Countless lives will be lost in gunfire and gunpowder smoke, thousands of homes will be reduced to ruins in the flames of war, and many achievements of civilization will also be burned in the flames of war. All this seems to be just to make human society experience painful baptisms again and again. Finally, we can find balance and order in chaos again.

Holt pulled out the iron-cutting and steel-breaking sword from his waist and ordered, "Fire!"

In the silver-covered world, the prepared condensers pulled the trigger one after another. For a moment, the deadly alchemy warheads poured out like a torrential rain, sweeping across the snow-covered land, extinguishing Holt's command. Shocked to pieces.

The alchemical warheads pierced through the bodies of flesh and blood creations, and then caused a series of explosions. Many figures fell one after another under the baptism of bullets, exploding into a ball of sticky flesh.

In the blink of an eye, a large area of ​​the flesh and blood creations that rushed out of the big rift were swept away, but even so, the blood still surged uncontrollably, dyeing the surrounding white snow. From a distance, it seemed as if the entire mountain was covered with blood. Bleeding.

"Fire!"

Holt's order remained the same, and he was answered by another round of gunshots.

The people guarding the Great Rift are basically Sublime Ones. The number is not large, but they are definitely a powerful force. However, Holt does not intend to abuse this power, but plans carefully.

The Great Rift is located deep in the mountains, and it is extremely difficult for outside support to reach it. Once this place is lost, even with the Morrowind Fortress behind it as a line of defense, the flesh plague will still spread wantonly in the vast Windyuan Highlands. By then, the entire area will be The earth will turn into a deadly dead zone.

Even if the Klex family is able to regain the lost land, it will be several years before they can clear away the flesh plague and the land can be used again.

Holt must hold on to this place and use whatever means necessary.

For this reason, many condensers did not activate their secret energy at first to fight against the surging tide of flesh and blood. Instead, they repeatedly used these expendable alchemical weapons to effectively kill them.

A distant roar came from afar, and then the shells accurately hit the exit of the large crack. Amidst the roaring explosions, the air waves brought up pieces of blood foam.

Holt commanded loudly, "Keep firing!"

At the nearby commanding heights, several machine gun positions also fired fiercely at the tide of flesh and blood. The continuous rain of bullets formed a cross steel curtain, which was like a screen, filtering the tide of flesh and blood repeatedly, crushing countless heads. .

In dealing with these terrifying waves of flesh and blood, a military force of sufficient scale has produced extremely effective results, but unfortunately, this advantage is only temporary.

More and more blood overflowed the ground, so that they all gathered into streams and flowed between the defense lines.

The forbidden blood penetrated into the earth, and the hard and cold frozen soil gradually became warm and soft, until clusters of scarlet hyphae rose from under the red-stained snow.

The first ether reaction erupted from the corner of the defense line.

The biggest difference between the Sublime Ones and the mortal troops is that the Sublime Ones have a certain degree of resistance to the Flesh Plague, while mortals have no effective means of resistance once infected.

One after another, ether reactions suddenly rose, and the condensers inside the defense line activated their own secret powers to fight against the flesh-and-blood earth.

Various commands were transmitted throughout the defense line. Soon, the group of condensers evacuated the original place. Before the flesh and blood creatures could break through the defense line, a terrifying stream of fire fell from the sky, burning everything in the original place into ashes, and even the flesh and blood earth was cut off from life.

In the thick smoke and dust, the condensers refilled the vacant positions in the defense line and continued to fight back against the flesh and blood tide.

Holt shouted, "How long will it take for the Quiet Defense Line to be activated!"

The war came too fast, catching everyone off guard. The Quiet Defense Line originally planned to be set up around the Great Rift was only partially completed after overtime construction.

In order to put it into use, it is still necessary to implant the alchemical matrix in a certain area. Holt's current efforts are not only blocking the flesh and blood tide, but also working hard to activate the Quiet Defense Line.

Even if only the broken Tranquility Line was activated, it could suppress the Great Rift to a certain extent, preventing it from further breaking apart and causing more blood and flesh to flow in. The Condensers led by Holt could stay outside the Tranquility Line and strike the blood and flesh with great advantage and efficiency.

The war was still going on.

In this pale land that blocked the spread of evil, the continuous gunfire and artillery bombardment became the only main theme.

The deafening sound was everywhere, and every explosion hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving only the endless buzzing in their ears.

This sound, like the mockery of the god of death, could not be escaped or ignored.

The coldness penetrated every inch of the skin, making the face stiff, as if frozen in a cold mask, and the five fingers gradually lost consciousness, as if they no longer belonged to themselves, just mechanically pulling the trigger.

Scarlet blood soaked the mountain peaks, and everyone was fighting numbly on this cold land, as if they were in a nightmare that they could not wake up from, with no end to it.

After long-term consumption, some positions of the defense line have already appeared to be insufficient in firepower, and some weak positions have already been killed by the flesh and blood creatures.

In the blood foam all over the sky, when the defense line was crumbling, Holt stepped forward decisively.

The power of the Glory radiated to the defense line. Even though Holt's alchemical matrix had long been covered with soul scars, and his current power was a certain gap from his peak period, this still could not change the fact that he was a Glory.

The ether pouring out of the big rift was forcefully controlled and condensed by Holt, and the secret energy called amber covered the entire area in the blink of an eye.

The surging scarlet wave, like a wild horse running wildly, washed the defense line with the momentum of destroying everything, but in this moment, it was suddenly completely imprisoned by an invisible force.

Whether it was the flying blood foam or the gushing torrent, they all lost their power to move forward at this moment and were forcibly frozen in the air.

Those savage flesh and blood creatures were still roaring wildly and waving their twisted limbs the moment before, but the next moment, they all froze in place, unable to make even the slightest movement, and turned into a huge group of scarlet sculptures.

"What are you waiting for!"

Holt's roar came slowly, and the condensers who came to their senses fought back, piercing and smashing these enemies who were slowed to the limit.

As the pressure on the defense line eased, the condensers regrouped, and Holt also stopped the output of ether and looked away with vigilance.

At this moment, Holt's strategic significance was undoubtedly demonstrated. As long as he stood here for a minute, the blood and flesh tide would find it difficult to truly penetrate the defense line.

Looking around at this time, the once undisturbed pure land has completely become a scorched battlefield. The earth was overturned by artillery fire, and the snow melted under the high temperature of the gun barrel. The melted water and blood mixed together, and the sight was full of terrifying scarlet.

Holt prayed silently in his heart, praying for victory in the main battlefield. Only when Blog and others destroyed the Pillar of Kingship could they be considered to have won a real victory. Otherwise, all of Holt's efforts here would only delay the time of destruction.

Fortunately, before the new round of impact began, a series of shining paths rose from the ground, intersecting and connecting with each other, as if weaving a feast of light. As time went on, these images continued to interweave and merge, and finally formed a magnificent and brilliant masterpiece.

At this tense moment, the quiet defense line was finally built. Although the defense line was still in a broken state, as the huge virtual domain slowly started to operate, an invisible force began to permeate around the large rift.

The Quiet Line of Defense quickly consumed the ether that overflowed from the Great Rift, and the tiny cracks that had been spreading wildly in all directions also gradually slowed down their cracking speed under the action of this force, and some cracks were miraculously healed under the nourishment of this force.

The wildly growing ether concentration here was finally relieved to a certain extent, which also relieved a lot of pressure on the entire line of defense. Holt stood there and looked back. A deadly storm was brewing from the wind source highland and slowly moving towards the Great Rift.

Extraordinary Disaster·Song of Windfall.

Once the line of defense here is lost, the extraordinary disaster presided over by Vaughn will immediately take shape and completely cover the Great Rift, and this is the limit of what Holt and others can do.

As for the rest, Holt could only blindly trust Blogo and... the Order Bureau.

…

On the solemn garden platform, since Blogo stepped into the etheric world, the reinforcement team has been ready. They are fully armed, and their faces are full of solemnity and determination.

The crack torn by the anchor of the real world is still frozen in the air, like a solidified lightning, releasing dazzling light.

Except for Blogo, almost no one in the Order Bureau has experience walking in the etheric world. Even with a firm determination, everyone is still nervous, but no one is afraid of it, even if this road is dead.

Amy and Bailey and other scholars stood on the edge of the platform. Amy still wanted to join this unknown journey in her heart, but as Wosilin had advised her before, Amy staying here is far more useful than going to the battlefield.

Someone asked, "Where is the deputy director?"

This reinforcement team will be led by Nathanir. After confirming safety, more reinforcement teams will follow this route and rush to the Pillar of Kingship.

Someone responded, "I don't know, wait for him for a while."

A heavy sense of depression permeated everyone's heart. Except for Berogo who was out of contact on his way to the Pillar of Kingship, other battlefields had sent back news to the Order Bureau.

Holt activated the incomplete Silent Line of Defense and defended the Great Rift with difficulty. The army of the Rhine Alliance was fighting a brutal battle with the Nation of Solidification on the border of the Kogadel Empire.

Several elite teams composed of the Secret Group tried to rush into the Kogadel Empire, but as time went on, they lost contact one after another.

The spread of the flesh plague is not only happening on the earth. According to the intelligence of the people of Xitao, the scarlet wave has spread from the coastline of the Kogadel Empire. They tried to counterattack with artillery fire, but it was not very effective and caused the sinking of several large ships.

According to the spread of the flesh plague, Freeport will soon fall, and the scope of the territory of the country of solidification will break through the national border and continue to expand to the mortal world.

Today, the world is no longer divided into the mortal world and the extraordinary world, but like the wrath of the scorched earth, the battlefield, and the battlefield that has not yet become a battlefield.

This is a world war in the true sense, a huge wave sweeping all living beings.

Just when a series of intelligence was like an added weight, making everyone almost suffocate to death, the crisp elevator bell rang, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Nathanir walking out of the elevator expressionlessly.

"Deputy Director..."

Some people regarded Nathanir as their only hope and backbone. When they were excited to say something, huge cracks ran through the walls, steel frames and supports of the garden.

Naisaniel walked forward calmly, and behind him, the reclamation room strangely split apart, revealing a dazzling golden color, as if something was about to drill out from the depths of the reclamation room.

"You all should leave," Naisaniel climbed onto the platform and said to the staff who were ready, "You will die if you go, so don't do such meaningless things."

Naisaniel slowly lit a cigarette, and as if he was afraid that others would not believe him, he said again.

"Leave the rest to us."

He turned his head to look at the huge crack that was constantly breaking behind him, and the huge monster that emerged from the depths of the reclamation room.

"Oh, by the way, this is the first time you have seen it."

Naisaniel stretched out his hand on the anchor of the real world and pulled it hard, as if he had split the barrier between the two worlds, tearing out a huge crack as high as a hundred meters, and tearing the space of the reclamation room together.

"Let me introduce you to this... the Decision Room."

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, the Reclamation Room was completely twisted and cracked, dividing the garden into two. In this huge crack, a huge golden palace emerged from the darkness, shining with golden light, and the shining ether flowed in it.

Naisanil also stared at the emerging behemoth nervously. Like everyone else, he himself saw its full appearance for the first time.

Few people can witness its full appearance.

"In fact, naming it the Decision Room is not so rigorous," Naisaniel said to himself, "To be precise, it should be called... the Inverted Hall."

Inverted Hall.

The location of the Decision Room of the Order Bureau, the place where everyone lives, has been buried deep in the incomparable darkness since the day the Reclamation Room was established. Now it has come out of the darkness...

In order to build a new order.