The dust has not yet been settled, and this war between mortal civilization and the wasteland legion is still on the front line, and no one can assert that the future is the future. However, for those with a particularly keen sense of smell, the blurred outline of the future has appeared in their vision.

The world will only have two directions next. Either the mortals are defeated, then the entire civilization world will be gone, all plans for the future are meaningless, or humans will win, then it is foreseeable that the once vitality of the wasteland will become a land that is vast enough to occupy a small half of the continent, no longer have pollution hazards, and is waiting for development.

If there were no alliances and no strong restraints from the three empires, then such a vast and fertile land suddenly placed in front of the world would probably drag the entire Loren continent into deadly chaos. Even with alliances, the distribution of this land would become a protracted dispute. Of course, this is a more distant future. At present, the most direct impact after the wasteland is purified is that the large area of ​​polluted areas that originally belonged to the "Four Border Kingdoms" will transform from a nominal territory into a truly reclaimed land.

Mortal countries are starting war with wasteland. But people cannot just fight, everyone needs to survive, and the empire also needs to prepare for economic revitalization and social focus after the war is over. A huge "pioneering movement" is the best choice. The young Carrie may not have thought that it was so far-reaching. She just made the decision to go to the border with the character of a young man, but her father Viscount Perlo was a little longer than she saw.

This was the first time in many years that my father had promised him so happily. Carrie was a little stunned for a moment. She blinked in disbelief, and asked cautiously again while looking at Viscount Perlo's expression: "Did you really agree?"

"You are an adult and have finished your studies in a foreign country. Now it's time to do something. I'm very happy to see you choose to end your life of spending time at home." Viscount Perlo's expression was as serious as ever. He looked into his daughter's eyes. "But I want to remind you that this thing is not as relaxed and romantic as many people imagine. We have not had a real pioneering action for many years. Bards have built too many heroic colors and romantic auras in the pioneers, but the most common thing for real pioneers is hardships and challenges. As for glory and glory... it is often your turn after success.

"Carri, if you make a decision with a romantic vision of the border ranch, then you still have a chance to go back on your word, and the same is true for your classmate Dana, but if you arrive at the border... you will not turn back. The Perlo family allows caution and retreat, but never accepts deserters on the battlefield and cowards who betray their responsibilities."

Carrie seemed to be frightened by her father's particularly solemn tone, but her determination was not shaken at all. Her father's words only made her think more clearly about her decision. She didn't know whether she would become a pioneering hero like Gowen Cecil, but she vaguely felt that an era as vigorous as seven hundred years ago seemed to be coming to her.

Perhaps... in this tide that can be called the "third pioneering", she also has the opportunity to leave her name.

...

On the front line, a team of huge figures were hovering at high altitude. The black dragon in the head slightly lowered its head, and the distant horizon reflected in its light golden vertical pupils. The cold air flow in the sky was howling outside the protective barrier, and the giant wings cut the sky. The magic flow sensed at the end of the wings seemed a little restless and chaotic. However, compared with more than half a month ago, the magic flow in the high altitude area can be described as "gentle and orderly".

As those anthropologists said, the blocking wall is playing a role, and the magic field of alienated distortion in the wasteland is gradually being sorted out and purified. This change is not only obvious on the surface, but also in the sky. Even as a black dragon species with a relatively slow perception of magic in the dragon race, Kereta can clearly feel this change during flight.

The low growl of her companion came from nearby, and the black dragon Kereta's eyes were withdrawn from the distance, and she also responded with a low growl. She had seen the ugly monsters that were chaotic and disorderly, blind and wise. She had neither looked for cover nor organized anti-aircraft fire when facing the dragon shadows in the sky. Now those monsters are hard to call "enemy", and at best they are just dirt on this land.

"This is the first flight brigade of the Tallond Expeditionary Force," Koreta lowered his head slightly and said to the magic net communicator he carried. This equipment seems a bit simpler than the "Omega communication network" in Tallond in the past, but the dragon civilization is no longer brilliant. This small device made by humans has been fully equipped on every soldier of the Tallond Expeditionary Force. Koreta himself is used to it now. "I have visually confirmed the ground targets...there are a lot of them, and it seems that their assembly point is indeed here."

"Received," the voice of Commander Jinna Prince came from the communicator. "Dawn is performing component airdrop missions to destroy all distortions in the assembly area and do not give them the opportunity to harass the purification device."

"Received, you are about to launch an attack on the ground." Kereta responded in a deep voice, then let out a low roar, and began to lower the height in the circle. At the same time, every inch of scale on her body began to float a layer of iron-gray texture. In this flowing light, she seemed to turn into a dark cloud falling from the sky, carrying the majesty of destruction. Behind her, a flying brigade composed of ninety-six giant dragons also began to descend at the same time. The low roar and the "sizzling" sound of magic gathering sounded at the same time. Kereta felt that the hot energy in her chest had climbed to the top, so she opened her mouth toward the earth. The destructive flames tilted down like a torrent. The dark earth was ignited by the dragon breath filled with magic in the blink of an eye!

It was not until this time that the monsters who were moving on the ground finally reacted and began to fight back in a hurry in the overwhelming dragon breath. Dark red energy beams or magic missiles shot from the surface to the sky, intertwining into a messy but powerful barrage. But for the powerful dragon, this level of anti-aircraft firepower is far from being a fatal threat.

Kereta quickly climbed in the air defense barrage, rushed forward, and got rid of the slow-responsive magic missiles at the fastest speed. After rushing outside the range of the barrage, he immediately turned around and began to dive, breath and accelerate. The flying brigade of ninety-six dragons was like a knife net that was constantly cut over the earth. The torrent of destruction formed by the dragon breath swept through the wasteland one after another. The barrage released by the distorted bodies by instinct could hardly capture these figures rushing in the sky, even if occasionally some missiles and beams of light lucky to hit a dragon warrior, the damage caused was far less than that of the air overlords with an exaggerated defense than the city wall.

Kereta rang in the sky, accurately performing every tactical action, diving and accelerating, breathing and climbing, and the anti-aircraft fire from the surface intertwined behind her, and the explosion and howling sound filled the senses. In a trance, she seemed to see a scene in the past. She was speeding in the huge arena. The mechanized and transformed full of prosthetic bodies roared in the overload. The opponent roared around her, and she rushed towards the ring representing the champion. The salute sounded, and the cheers in the audience were like mountains and thundering...

For the last time, she swept through the low altitude, turning all the magic power surged in her chest into flames and splashed onto the earth. The dying roar of distorted bodies and biochemical synthetic beasts came in the flames. In the subsequent climb, the black dragon, who had won the title of Extreme Arena, grinned slightly, and his sharp fangs shone with metallic brilliance in the sun.

Compared to the crazy and twisted arena, such a battlefield is more meaningful. It was indeed the right decision to sign up for the Expeditionary Force.

Kereta wandered in the air, the dragon group gathered again behind her, and some of the injured dragons began to return to the direction of the Earthly Dawn under the cover of their companions. Kereta led the remaining soldiers to continue patrolling the battlefield, and they had to make sure that the disgusting monsters turned into ashes before they could leave.

Seeing the flames flowing on the earth, Kereta suddenly remembered the thing that the other party mentioned when chatting with Melita: It is said that the human emperor, Gowen Cecil, first met the dragon in a similar situation. At that time, Melita had just used the flames to purify the old Cecil's destruction by the distortion. Under the flow of dragon breath, the pioneering hero of human beings and the dragon observer from Tallond, is relatively unfortunate. Melita had a bad look. She didn't see anything at that time, but it was only later that she knew about it.

In a sense, the dragon of Tallond and this season of civilization "becomes" from that dragon breath burning. Now the dragon breath flames flow on the earth again, but the identity of the dragon has become an expeditionary force sent by Tallond to the continent of Loren, and a member of many frontline troops in the mortal countries against the disaster of civilization... Destiny is really unpredictable.

"Captain, this area has been purified," a low voice sounded in his ears, awakening Coretta from his thoughts, "Are you going to return to the Dawn of the World?"

Kereta growled, her eyes swept across the ground for the last time. After a while, she nodded slightly: "It looks like it's burned, we're ready to return... Wait, over there... I seem to feel something!"

Her eyes suddenly fell on an open ground near the center of the battlefield. The flames there had just burned, and the ground was still in a dark red and scorching state. It seemed that everything that could be burned was burned, but Coretta just felt a faint magic fluctuation coming from that direction. Now the fluctuation disappeared again, but it seemed like she was deliberately hiding herself.

"Things are buried underground," Coreta said as he lowered his height, "Let's go down and dig."

"Can it be the 'root network' of those dark priests?" Several dragon warriors lowered their heights, one of them said while flying, "That thing is buried underground and can sometimes be dug out..."

"Unlike, I've dug up the root system network, and that thing will not release perceived magic fluctuations, and that thing is very fragile. In order to control the distortion, it is buried very shallowly. After the ground bombardment is overwhelming, the underground root system is basically done, but the one just now... I think it's buried very deeply, and it seems to be releasing something outward..."

...

Rebecca hurried to the comprehensive laboratory of the World Dawn. As soon as he entered the room, he saw a "big guy" lying on the central platform of the laboratory.

It was a mass of biological tissue that had lost its vitality. It looked as tall as one person. The large cluster of twisted and deformed muscles and fibers were entangled together. There were countless fine structures like plant roots growing out of the gaps on the surface. There were also some thick tubular structures at the bottom, with obvious cut-off marks.

This thing is so weird and creepy. Just a glance, Rebecca seemed to imagine it's constantly swelling and squirming when she was "alive", which made her immediately give up the urge to take something up and poke it to see it. But no matter what, as the chief engineer of the Dawn of the Earth, she has also had a lot of dealing with the "main brain" of the fortress and has undergone more effective aesthetic tempering, so she was very mentally good at this time. After quickly suppressing the disgust in her heart, she turned her head to look at the assistant researcher beside her: "Is this what Coreta dug out in the 'assembly area' in the east?"

"Yes, Your Highness," the assistant researcher nodded immediately and replied, "Ms. Coreta said that this thing was buried deep underground and was still 'live' until it was dug out, but it soon died on its own. Before that, the thing was not damaged, as if it had received a death order and committed suicide. After confirming that the life reaction had stopped, Coreta cut it off the root network..."

"No wonder, when I came here just now, I saw Coretta lying on the railing beside the deck and spitting, and her wings were cramped..." Rebecca didn't know where she was thinking, and suddenly she suddenly realized, "She was afraid she was not digging..."

As soon as these words were said, half of the researchers around the spot almost vomited...

However, Rebecca herself had no idea about this. She just circled the experimental platform with interest twice, looking at the weird organism that looked like some kind of highly functional organ, and the intelligence showed that it "grown" on the enemy's root network. However, in the past so long, the alliance troops destroyed such a large range of root networks, but never discovered such a similar thing. This is really... interesting.

The only regret is that Rebecca can't understand this thing.

"This is a field I'm not good at... It would be better if it was rune or mechanically driven," she scratched her head and muttered with a little headache. She had heard that the front line troops dug out incredible things from the ground and sent them to the laboratory. She ran to see them excitedly, but now she found that this was not something in her professional field at all, which made her feel a little regretful, "I have to let the druid see this..."

"Master Pitman has been notified that the master should be able to make professional judgments," said an assistant researcher immediately. "He is coming from the medical ship, and at this time..."

"I'm here, I'm here, where are you? What I'm going to identify is..." Before the assistant researcher finished speaking, Pittman's voice suddenly came from the direction of the laboratory door. The empire's chief druid ran into the room while shouting. Then, at first glance, he saw the strange creature tissue on the platform, and his eyes suddenly widened, "Mom... what's this thing? Did you make this ball of flesh grow hair?"
Chapter completed!