Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 488 Let the flame burn?

The game field turned into countless 0s and 1s and dissipated. The people who had left the battle returned to the real world. Under the endless night, darkness spread in the distant mountains and swamps. Ancient trees were looming in the depths of the fog like giants, and the sound of branches rubbing against each other echoed like a heavy tide, making people feel depressed from the bottom of their hearts.

They were still surrounded by the combined forces of the cult. The magic knights on the ground and the constructed mechas in the sky formed an impenetrable network, strangling every prey in the network with the suffocating feeling of oppression. But at this moment, their momentum was completely gone, and they stood stiffly in place, like rotten and damaged statues.

The dazzling artillery fire and roaring gunfire on the battlefield disappeared. The strange silence made the travelers who had just returned to the real world a little suspicious for a moment, but at this time Alice had put away the game console and cassette, and shouted: "What are you waiting for, run!"

After saying that, she demonstrated by running away, heading deep into the forest, completely ignoring the enemies that were so close. Strangely, even though the magic knights holding guns wanted to stop her, they could only watch her figure run past them and disappear into the woods, leaving only the rustling of bushes and branches. There was an invisible force that stopped them, making them unable to move, let alone chase.

With Alice's demonstration, the others also reacted quickly, realizing that now was not the time to hesitate, and followed her closely, quickly leaving the battlefield. First, Ovira dragged Metien and Shemi along the path Alice had opened in the woods, stumbling in pursuit, then Nevile held Leticia in her arms, passing through the forest like a dark moonlight, and finally, Lingge and Saint Shalia.

The young man saw the shepherdess still standing there in a daze, staring at Fei'er with complicated eyes. He knew what she was thinking, but he couldn't let this emotion continue to waste time. He simply grabbed her hand and pulled her into the depths of the forest as before. The girl stumbled behind him until her figure was gradually covered by lush vegetation and completely disappeared. Fei'er seemed to hear a faint sigh, like the tail of the wind, gently drifting in the quiet eyes of the night.

She watched this scene quietly, her expression did not change, and she did not try to stop it, because she was also restricted by the power called "game". It seemed to be a very unique rule that made it impossible for her to stop the other party from escaping. Moreover, even if she could take action, she would not do so, because there is an upper limit to the use of the power of the kingship. If it exceeds this limit, it will cause the power to overflow uncontrollably, which is always a huge disaster for this fragile world.

This is a side effect of the Chaos Kingship. If it were the Order Kingship, there would be fewer concerns. This is because order symbolizes the positive pole of the universe, and it has the function of repairing, improving, and maintaining. Even if it gets out of control, it will not cause much impact. Chaos symbolizes the negative pole of the universe, and it is destined to bring destruction, damage, and division.

The Maidens of Order who can use their power freely are indeed very difficult enemies. If it weren't for their leader and Favrona in her prime, the Battle of the Bethnard Wilderness and the Battle of the Sosen Mountains would probably have had different outcomes. They would not have to deliberately cast curses on their closest sisters to slow down the speed at which their memories and powers are awakened.

But Fei'er still felt that, through the gradually increasing distance, there seemed to be a pair of calm and complex eyes on the back of the whale, accurately fixed on herself.

But when did I start to get used to calling them enemies?

She spoke, whispering to herself, "This must be the power of Sister Isolda... Destiny, Wisdom, Eternity, and Freedom. There are only three people left."

At this moment, she heard a long whale cry from the distant mountains and forests. Then, the earth trembled violently, the ancient trees shook and groaned, and the night spread like a surging tide. A tangible storm swept and raged, and countless dead branches and leaves were blown up into the sky by the wind, forming a huge tornado, which was spectacular. In the storm, the white whale, like an isolated island, flapped its fins made of rocks, and its heavy body soared into the sky, flying towards the higher sky, and soon merged into the dark night and the endless surging sea of ​​clouds, gradually moving away.

As Fei Er thought about it, she suddenly felt a little bored.

Only three people are left, and the original Goddess of Creation will be revived. Although so many believers have been lost, it is not the key, because everyone knows that the real core of this church is the seven saints: the Patriarch, the Mentor, the Angel, the Controller, the Creator, the Holy Spirit and the Lord Knight.

Now, only the Creator, the Holy Spirit and the final Lord Knight are left.

The Creator and the Holy Spirit have nothing to do with it, because their royal authority has nothing to do with fighting, and they are also cursed, so it is difficult for them to exert their former strength. The most difficult one is the main knight. Her royal authority, if used properly, has the ability to turn a desperate situation around. But, are you ready for that?
Are you prepared to fight even if you lose your memory, have only a vague impression of your past life, and have no idea what your ideals and beliefs mean?

My dearest sisters?

……

"Shall we pursue them, Your Majesty?" Dickens asked. He had escaped from that strange state of control and could issue orders to the troops in the rear at any time. If the airship troops were dispatched now, there would still be a considerable chance of intercepting those people before they escaped from the Shiqilia Peninsula.

Fei Er shook her head and said, "No need for that. Isn't there still the Final Flame on the airship? If we pursue it rashly, it may cause the Flame to lose control. Let's just follow the original plan."

"But, those people——"

"It's not a big problem for now. Let the parliament decide. I believe a satisfactory result should be discussed at the witch meeting in the middle of this year." Fei'er finally saw the huge whale disappear at the end of her sight, so she turned her eyes to the dark swamp. The war scene was everywhere, but it was much calmer than before. The rumbling sound of artillery fire gradually stopped, and the cult's troops gradually withdrew from the battlefield, which gave the aliens room to breathe. They were lucky and probably thought that the cult's fierce attack had come to an end. Although they had experienced a life-and-death crisis, they finally survived. But they didn't know that the fire was about to fall and would also be extinguished.

——The final flame is about to fall, and the flame of the aliens on the Shiqilia Peninsula is about to go out.

"Prepare to release the final flame."

Her voice seemed so calm in the whistling night wind that it seemed without any ups and downs.

As Fei'er's orders were given, the airship troops that were originally anchored above the Cult Army's position began to move. The silver-white ships were like deep-sea behemoths lurking in the shadows, swimming slowly and steadily through the bottomless abyss, shuttling through clusters of huge cloud islands, and descending over the swamp with a terrifying momentum. The shadows they cast kept approaching through the burnt and withered mangroves, making the aliens who thought they had escaped danger feel as if those terrifying death gods were chasing them from behind, with a heart beating thumping in their chests.

They raised their heads stiffly, and through the gaps between the dense branches and leaves of the mangroves, with the help of the searchlight, they clearly saw the graceful and smooth silver-white ship body, the silently rotating steel propeller, the huge steel structure suspension box like a whale skeleton, and the bomb hole that slowly opened from the bottom of the box. One by one, the dark and blurry shadows, as small as the most insignificant fish in the deep sea, gathered together, but like a school of sardines, they fell from the bomb hole one after another, and under the desperate eyes of these aliens, they passed through the clouds, the whistling wind, and the canopy of the mangroves... Finally, they gently fell to the ground.

Crack—that was the sound of the outer shell breaking, clearer and sharper than the sound of glass.

Hiss—that was the sound of the flame starting to burn.

The final fire, in the blink of an eye, swept across the entire swamp.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)