Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"The ancient wise men and craftsmen created incomparably huge beings. They walked on the earth, soared in the sky, and fought on the battlefield with equally great creatures...the mountains were dyed red and the stars fell."

On the grassland, a man holds a green fruit-shaped lute in his arms, playing and singing.

He was wearing a simple linen clothes, with his chest open, and the long wind blew green waves and the skirt of his clothes.

"Bud, what are you singing about?" Someone behind him stepped forward and asked, as if he couldn't bear the noise anymore.

He was wearing black robes and black armor. At first glance, he looked like a paladin of the Holy Empire, but the iconic pattern on his chest was not a burning flame, but a burnt out and completely extinguished silver ashes.

""The Dust-laden Shadow" Act 1, Chapter 2, one of the oldest songs in the world... Oh, you are from the Holy Kingdom, so I forgive you for not having heard of it." Bard picked up the strings and sang a beautiful song "But even so... Griffin, you are the one who shows the least respect for me in the entire Ember Order."

"Because you have the weakest faith in the Grand Master, I didn't join the order just because I listened to your singing." Griffin leaned on the Paladin Cross and closed his eyes, "What is this song about?"

"A good listener should listen to the story himself, instead of asking the bard." Bard complained, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and it was obviously very useful. "We sang in a low voice, and those who stood like mountains , an existence that roars like thunder - machines and giant beasts fight in the wilderness, steel and flesh are intertwined, it is the history of mankind, and it is also the most brutal war in the past. "

"It's called, Battle of the Behemoths."

"A mountain of machinery..." Griffin said thoughtfully, "That's Narko."

No wonder such stories are not spread in the Holy Kingdom.

"Maybe so." Bard was noncommittal and just continued, "The memory of that war has long been blurred and there are no records. All that can be left are legends and myths - 'The wind and sand covered up the truth, only A vague phantom remains'.

"I haven't had time to find those sleeping giants, but the skeletons of the giant beasts...are left in the world."

——The so-called wasteland of bones.

There are weathered bones dozens or hundreds of meters high... The poet plucked the strings, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart: If there is really a machine that can fight with them in life, it is definitely not comparable to the skeleton people today. .

And who can create them?

With such great power...it is really no different from the gods sung by the Ember Order.

Bud paused and shook his head.

I laughed at myself for staying in the cult for so long and compiling too many unrealistic poems that even my own thinking was about to be assimilated.

These deeds may just be that the ancestors saw the corpses of dead giant beasts in the Skeleton Wasteland, and were fascinated by them, imagining a whole set of tragic and magnificent legends.

This is elsewhere on the continent.

It is also common.

The red base stretches for thousands of miles, and the beacon fire watchtower stands tall. The wind is blowing and the green waves are rolling.

Behind the two of them.

The dark sect members stood side by side, like a layer of dark clouds covering the grassland.

"Here we come." Griffin opened his eyes.

Almost at the same time.

At the end of the sky, long necks poked out of the plains, like a creeping jungle.

One of them.

Especially huge.

"More importantly..." Bard was still immersed in his own thoughts, "Making giant machines requires unimaginable time and material resources, but before they are born..."

"How did our ancestors survive surrounded by giant beasts?"

Griffin couldn't control the sentimental bard. He pulled out the Paladin's Cross, the blade of the sword was white and shining.

On the inscription,

It is the elegant word "Northern Journey".

At the same time, tribal warriors, wolf cavalry, Ember's defenders, and the new swamp army... all have their weapons drawn.

In the western part of Shandi, a thunderous war cry erupted.

…

…

"boom!"

To everyone's surprise, Lu Meng retracted the inscription blade as if giving up resistance when the elder-stage beak-billed beast pounced on it, and bumped into it head-on with bare hands.

His whole body seemed to have been hit by a cannonball.

The beak-billed beast's head was carried into the air.

"red--"

Before Little Dib could utter his exclamation, a shrill roar drowned out all the sounds.

He suddenly covered his ears.

Wu Mian stared blankly, a trace of blood leaking from his eardrums, and his voice became a little blurry... But all he could see was:

The ancient behemoth was struggling in pain.

It was like being fried in hell.

Lu Meng held the beak-billed beast's head in his arms, and it was not shaken off at all. One of his palms actually penetrated the horn and penetrated through the bone seam. A stream of transparent liquid shot out, with blood streaks, like cerebral spinal fluid.

At the same time, the mod takes effect.

Energy surged out of his body like water, turned into electric current, pheromones... and all similar things, and penetrated straight into the long-necked beast's brain along his arms.

Lu Meng's muscles twitched, cells differentiated, and blood was lost... But the pain the beak-mouthed beast felt was a thousand times worse than him.

"Get up." He spoke softly through his dry lips.

In everyone's surprised eyes.

The beaked beast, which was more than ten meters tall, stopped struggling and turned around slowly.

He faced Wu Mian.

Another elder-stage beaked beast had just arrived with heavy steps, and the madness in its eyes had not yet subsided. Suddenly, a long neck that was much thicker than it swung over with a thunderous sound of breaking wind.

It hit its trunk hard.

Lu Meng slid down on the back of the beaked beast, unsheathed his weapon, cut off a layer of thorny bone, and stood firmly on it.

He took out the wine bag from his waist and poured enough white eyebrow liquor to make three adults drunk. The B-level [Liquid Drinking] module took effect, and the alcohol was converted into gurgling energy at a rate almost like burning explosion, slightly making up for the deficit caused by taming the beast.

"I will call you 'Long Neck' from now on." Lu Meng patted the long neck of the beaked beast under him.

The ancient giant beast struggled in its eyes, bit its companion's body, and tore off a large piece of flesh and blood.

It has not been tamed yet.

But at this moment, the actions of the body are no longer under the command of this creature itself.

The price Lu Meng paid was also astonishing.

Even though he was already at the war level, he would soon be exhausted to control such an elder-level giant beast by force with the method of breaking ten skills with one force.

They are native creatures of this planet.

We are outsiders.

Before thoroughly studying the biological structure of the beaked beast, the gap between species undoubtedly caused a huge loss of efficiency.

For this reason, Lu Meng could only choose the strongest beaked beast among them.

Fortunately, Wumian had completed this task for him - among the entire beast disaster, this elder-level beaked beast was the oldest.

The other beaked beast howled and roared under the heavy blows and bites, and fought back.

But it seemed so powerless.

It was also an elder-level beaked beast, but its size was at least one-third smaller than the one controlled by Lu Meng.