Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 446 Do you want to take part in the battle yourself?
"What a huge firework." Fei Er stood on the hillside, looking at the scene projected through the dark red windshield lens, and couldn't help but whistled: "It's really spectacular."

In the thick mist in the distance, the towering cliffs stand like the shadows of ancient times. For thousands of years, they have overlooked the mangroves and the birds, insects and fish living in them, just like overlooking the luminous algae growing wildly on the boundless seabed, and the shells and crabs that shuttle freely in the holes of the coral reefs. They feed on scavengers in this dirty mud, and after death, they become food for the next scavenger, repeating the muddled process, as if life is just the tracks left by wheels rolling over the mud. Although they are moving forward, they are repetitive and boring.

Now, a grand fireworks display has awakened the memories dormant in their ancestral blood, prompting them to recall the most distant moment of a tsunami, an earthquake, the eruption of an underwater volcano, and even the drift of a continental plate…When they are fleeing in boiling blood and flames, and looking up in daze, they see a huge castle in the fog covered in flames, and the rumbling sound of collapse sounds like thunder, will they associate it with a huge abyss in the deep sea, emitting endless sticky and dirty blood?
The blazing flames were the molten lava flowing in the crater, the splashing mud, sand and gravel were the volcanic ash covering the sky, and the collapsed spires, bell towers, towers, high walls and stone pillars were undoubtedly the gray haze-colored eruption columns that were ejected into the sky by the strong impact of the ground and then broke after reaching the highest point. Those miserable and pervasive smoke columns were more choking than the smoke spewed out from the huge chimney of the Rutal Steam Engine Factory, enough to drown a hundred giants and the residents of a hundred cities in them, suffocating them to death.

There is no doubt that this is a man-made spectacle, man-made destruction, and the brilliant achievement of human wisdom.

"Now, the werewolves of Neoesu have really become a group of stray dogs." Fei'er pushed the windshield to her forehead and clipped a few golden bangs. She smiled casually: "But I guess they won't care too much. After all, after tonight, they will have a more spacious new home under the swamp."

It just costs a small price to pay.

Suddenly, there was a sound of propellers whirring overhead. Fei Er looked up and saw countless silver-white airships cutting through the night sky, tearing through the clouds and fog, and descending over the Xugen Swamp. They were as large as sperm whales swimming in the deep sea, and two bright beams of light were projected from their whale-like searchlights, piercing the dark night obliquely. One after another, beams of light fell from the sky, illuminating the swamp as bright as day.

"Your Majesty." In the sudden gust of wind, Dickens held a small magic communicator in his hand, and his voice came clearly and firmly: "The commander of the Death Bird Force has sent a message. A total of 212 airships have arrived at the target area and can drop the [End Flame] at any time."

Fei Er shook her head slightly: "Now is not the most appropriate time."

She looked towards the center of the swamp, her eyes narrowed slightly. "We must first deal with Gundaruf and Linsas. With their strength, once they notice our release of the Final Flame, they will likely break through without regard for the consequences. But I remember that the intended goal of Operation Flame is to annihilate all the aliens lurking in the Void Root Swamp."

Since the beginning of the war, countless meteors have fallen and sunk into the depths of the swamp. However, new mechanical soldiers continue to take off from the ground and join the flight array every moment, emitting endless magic rays with almost no delay accuracy, launching continuous attacks on the violent giant wolves. At the same time, the tank troops on the ground are also gradually advancing, directly knocking down trees, rolling over rotten tree trunks, and spewing terrifying and thick beams from the barrels, interweaving into an airtight light network, which can not only leave scars on the giant wolf's body protected by its steel-hard hair, but also evaporate many aliens who took advantage of the chaos to flee, so that they turned into ashes without even a wailing sound, and disappeared without a trace.

"Yes." Dickens also looked in that direction and said, "But it seems that the battle will not end so soon."

Lord Andrew, the chief judge of the Balance of Order, was still strong and healthy. He did not choose to drive a constructed mecha, but trusted his old partners who had shared hardships for many years. Wearing the standard armor of the magic knight and wielding a huge magic power hammer, he launched a fearless charge towards Gundaruf. The mobile wing suit system behind him was a simplified version of the fixed wing suit system equipped with the constructed mecha. Although its durability and endurance were worse, its flexibility was far superior, so that the old man with gray beard could avoid Gundaruf's violent offensive like a vigorous eagle, and sometimes he would accelerate his sprint with his rich combat experience, activate the jet device on the magic power hammer, and use the amazing driving force during acceleration to hit the enemy with a fierce hammer. The force even made the giant Gundaruf feel the pain of his heart, and an angry and savage wolf howl burst out from his throat.

In the direction of their eyes, Gundaruf and Linsas have transformed into giant wolves as huge as mountains, like ancient beasts lying in the swamp fog, and launched a crazy slaughter and destruction. Every time they waved their claws, it seemed as if they wanted to tear the void completely and stir up a vortex that swallowed everything in the swamp. The constructed mechas of the cult were as inconspicuous as dust in front of their towering physiques. They had to concentrate on adjusting the direction of the star-blue magic flow in the back wing system and change the trajectory in time to avoid the claws of the giant wolf. However, even if they were only brushed by the storm raised by the end of the claws, the solid magic-conducting metal shell would immediately be torn with hideous scars, and then the micro-magic furnace would lose its response and go out like a dim meteor, flashing away.

Naturally, this also includes the two leaders of Silver Moon.

The experienced Inquisitor was more comfortable than other young and strong warriors in that he could even spare a hand to help the mechanical soldiers fighting side by side, and lend a hand when they were in danger. He saved many lives of his comrades with his keen battlefield intuition, decisive and resolute orders and unhesitating actions. Under his on-the-spot command and dispatch, the casualty rate of the mechanical soldiers was greatly reduced. In contrast, Gundaruf and Linsas were caught in a dilemma.

Although their individual strength is strong, they have too few available helpers, or rather, they have basically no reliable teammates. Those aliens who joined the war because of the temptation of eternal life did not have sufficient will and faith to fight, and now they are surrounded by the cult troops. Not to mention expecting them to support them, the two leaders of Silver Moon have already saved the day by barely maintaining a balance.

The tense situation of the war was generally more beneficial to the cult alliance. After all, their fresh troops far outnumbered Gundaruf and his alien allies, and the deployment of the etheric optical field also eliminated the opponent's only advantage in terms of location. With the increase and decrease of one side, victory was within reach. However, that would take too long.

"I hope to minimize casualties." Fei Er said succinctly, "There is no need to spend too much energy on the aliens in the Virtual Root Swamp. They should have a better battlefield. I heard that at the mid-year meeting, Favrona plans to allocate a group of troops to support the battlefield in the East Continent. That is the most important war, not the current small fight."

She called Gundaruf's long-planned alliance and rebellion "a little fight," and Dickens smiled and nodded, then asked, "So, what do you mean?"

"I mean, some people just can't sit still."

Fei Er clenched his fists, his eyes burning with eagerness. "I originally just wanted to come here to fish in troubled waters and help my dearest subordinates get some test scores, but the plan has progressed to this point. How can I just sit outside the battlefield and watch my soldiers fight alone? The responsibility of command is important, but it is not suitable for me, so, Dickens and Christian, I will leave this to you."

"I'm going to kill those two guys myself."

She was rubbing her hands, eager to step onto the battlefield right now. Dickens was silent, but Christian objected without thinking: "No, Lord Fei Er! You should know that if your power is fully unleashed, it will be a real disaster for this battle - no, for the entire Shiqilia Peninsula. Therefore, based on rational considerations, I cannot agree with your decision."

"Don't be so quick to object, Christian." Fei Er grinned at her, revealing two rows of neat, clean white teeth. "I know what you are worried about, but it doesn't matter. Just give me five minutes. Within five minutes, I can still restrain its power and prevent it from getting out of control. Five minutes in exchange for the survival of many soldiers, don't you think it's worth it? Or do you think I can't kill those two guys within five minutes? Please, give your superior more trust. You know, the last time Minte asked me what kind of person Lord Christian was, I said a lot of good things about you. I said you are a beautiful beauty, enthusiastic, cheerful and optimistic..."

"Stop talking, Master Fei Er."

Christian interrupted her calmly, but if you look closely you will find that her earlobes have been stained with a slightly drunken red: "I hope you remember your promise. Within five minutes, whether you succeed or not, you must leave the battlefield. Otherwise, I will report this matter to the leader personally..."

"Hey, I understand!"

Before she could finish, Fei'er's figure had disappeared. Christian and Dickens looked up at the same time, and could barely see her appear in the mist in the distance, flying towards the battlefield in the middle of the swamp at an astonishing speed.

Christian sighed silently and looked away, only to find that Dickens was still staring at the night sky over the swamp in a trance. She had just been arguing with him, but now she began to comfort her colleague: "Are you still worried, Dickens? I think you don't need to worry too much. Lord Fei Er should know his limits..."

"No, I'm just thinking about one thing." Dickens pinched his beard and thought: "When did that blood moon disappear?"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)