Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 434 Are you ready?

Several magic beams bombarded the surface of the high cliff, peeling off a large area of ​​gray-white rock, which fell down with a rumble. The castle also shook in the fierce crossfire, and the stone bricks underfoot groaned under the heavy weight.

"It looks like they've arrived." Gundaruf turned his gaze away from the blood moon in the mist and looked further into the swamp, where a dark blue crystal wall blocked the entire space. The land shrouded in darkness and mist was filled with disturbing gunfire and wailing. The attackers came with great force, vowing to kill all the remaining aliens on the Shikilia Peninsula in this cage, and not to let any of them go.

"It's faster than I thought." He laughed in a low voice, and said mockingly, "If only those distinguished guests in the hall could make decisions that quickly."

Linsas shook his head: "Don't expect an impossible thing to happen, Gundalufu, that's not your character."

"That's true." Gundaruf said, "You go and play with the combined forces of the Order first. I have to go give those guys an ultimatum. I'll be there later."

"But the help Solomon promised has not yet arrived—"

Before Linsas could finish his words, Gundaruf interrupted him: "There is no help. The old guy is just deceiving us. He never thought of helping us overthrow the rule of the Order Union. He just used us to test the enemy's strength. It's ridiculous. He has been fighting the Order Union for so long, but he knows nothing about their strength. There is no hibernating turtle in the world who is more confused than him, a cowardly bastard."

"If that's the case, why did you call this meeting?" Linsas was puzzled: "I think that temporarily retreating is the wise choice."

"But werewolves don't need reason, we need to follow our instincts."

There was no response, and the figure behind him seemed to blend into the bloody moonlight and disappeared. Soon, Gundaruf heard a long and shrill wolf howl from a distance, but it was soon drowned out by the sound of artillery fire.

It was like this in the past, and it is like this now.

Those are not wolves, they are just a group of stray dogs.

Gundaruf replied, staring at his claws in a trance. Those seemingly sharp claws were covered with tiny cracks that were invisible to the naked eye, proving that this old wolf had experienced many life-and-death battles in the past years. Therefore, when he heard the sound of artillery fire outside, it was not fear that trembled in his blood vessels, but excitement: "Only wolves in the hunting grounds are real wolves. Metosh is the country we built, and the Taguao wilderness is the home of our wolf pack. Have you heard of wolves who left their homes, Linsas?"

Linsas looked at his back deeply, then nodded gently: "I understand. If this is your decision - the decision of Neoersu, then I will obey it."

"Thank you." Gundalufu said softly.

Linsas is not a descendant of Neoesu, and he has no blood relationship with the glorious wolf, but his ancestor was once the most heroic warrior under the wolf, and he accumulated merits in many years of battle and won the honor of standing on the left side of the wolf. According to legend, when the wolf pack hunts, only the most loyal brothers of the wolf king are allowed to stand on his left side, not participating in the hunt, but guarding and protecting the safety of the wolf king.

Linsas didn't need to stay, because his relatives, friends, and family had all died in the dark purge a hundred years ago. The old wolf lost all his concerns at once. In the ancient legends of the Taguao Wilderness, wolves like this all left their hometown without exception and disappeared from then on.

But Linsas stayed. The emotion that supported him to continue fighting came not only from hatred for the alliance of the cult, but also from a sense of guilt - many years ago he was responsible for protecting a member of the Neoesu tribe, but he did not fulfill his duty. Due to a momentary negligence, he died together with the enemy, and fell into eternal pain and struggle.

The person he wants to protect is Gundaluf's brother, Wolfgang, the "thirsty blood moon". Memories flooded into his mind and he couldn't get rid of them for a while. Perhaps at the most important moment, life is more likely to recall the past, and all their fragile emotions are born from this sudden memory. But Gundaluf is not such a sentimental person. His eyes were guilty and lonely at first, but soon became firm and cold, like a sword polished by wind and snow, coldly challenging the evil beast attacked by fate.

He walked forward, crossed the corridor, and returned to the main hall, which was now in a huge commotion. All kinds of harsh and noisy voices rushed into his ears like a tide. Gundaruf could guess the general content without listening carefully. It was nothing more than accusations, doubts, scolding and abuse. There were some people who were lucky enough to think that this time was just routine harassment like in the past, and the combined forces of the cult would withdraw soon.

If all else fails, they can also escape from the Voidroot Swamp and flee to other places, continuing to survive and living a life in fear - of course, before leaving, they have to find a way to obtain the power of immortality first, which is why they are still standing here instead of fleeing in panic.

Gundaruf found all this very funny, so he actually laughed out loud. His laughter was extremely penetrating, echoing under the dome of the main hall, full of mockery and sarcasm: "How can you be so naive that you think you can stay out of this?"

"Gundaruf!" Jacob Tang shouted angrily, "This is all your fault. You should solve it yourself!"

"Yes."

The werewolf on the platform shrugged and said, "I'm just about to deal with it. By the way, remember to explain clearly to the cult that this is all the fault of Silver Moon and has nothing to do with you. Use the most humble attitude and the most despicable words to beg for their forgiveness. Maybe there will be a one in ten thousand chance of survival."

Jacob Tang blushed, but could not utter a word of rebuttal. Does the Church Union care who attacked the Sanctuary of Judgment? They just want to kill all the aliens in the Void Root Swamp, leaving no one alive.

"The Countess has already warned you." Gundaruf grinned, revealing his pale and cold fangs. "The price of eternal life is very painful. You already know the premise but you are still sitting here. Don't you have the corresponding awareness? You are no different from leeches and ants in the mud."

He jumped down to the center of the main hall. Facing angry, questioning, and frightened eyes on both sides, he walked towards the door as if no one was around. He said as he walked, "You only have two choices. Either try to escape and see if you can break through the blockade of the cult; or, join me in killing those guys and taking back our country and territory. At that time, I will personally deliver the power of immortality as a crown of victory to your hands."

"Only the victors deserve eternal life, while the losers might as well sink into the swamp and become nutrients for the growth of mangroves, ending their useless lives in such a humiliating way."

"The right to choose is in your hands, but I think there is no one among you who would not want to return to the past. The eternal and glorious Metosh Dynasty that was once ruled by aliens. What was once lost in the dust must now be regained through the forging of blood and fire."

He had already walked to the door, but suddenly stopped, turned his head and showed the guests in the main hall a chilling smile. The cold murderous intent and undisguised arrogance in the smile actually made the noisy voices stagnate. The whole main hall fell into an eerie silence. Only his voice could be heard echoing: "Don't let me be disappointed in you, and don't let the blood flowing in your bodies be ashamed of you. Only by fighting can you live forever."

What can exist forever is never a fragile life, but a country, an idea, and a belief.

He turned and left the main hall, leaving the guests staring at each other in bewilderment. Soon, wolf howls rose from all directions in the Forloze Castle. It was the Silver Moon warriors responding to the call of their leader, about to start a battle that had lasted from the Middle Ages to the present day.

For their glorious history, and for the glorious kingdom of the aliens on this land, Neoersu will make a comeback from the long river of history. But this time, where will he lead this ancient oath?
We still don't know the answer until the ending is revealed.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)