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But in the physical universe, the ecological environment of the Terraria world has been devastated by the long war in the past.

Has not fully recovered yet.

The dark and dry ground was covered with scorch marks, and there were cracks that were criss-crossed like cobwebs.

Poisonous gas and sulphurous smoke billowed from the cracks, and the only plants that could be seen were those pitch-black thorns that stubbornly grew in the shade.

However…

In such a harsh wasteland.

At the end of the earth stands a magnificent city.

The city is built on a mountain, and on the top of the mountain is the Colosseum, the hanging garden and the Pantheon with huge columns made of white marble and various precious building materials. And the further down the ridge goes, the more dilapidated the city's environment becomes.

at the foot of the mountain.

There are all kinds of heavily polluting factories, and the crowded city streets are littered with **** and **** whose raw materials are hard to discern.

The upper and lower urban areas of the city are divided by the green miasma, and the two can be described as distinct.

The prosperous Shangcheng District is the place where the gods live and worship.

The Xiacheng District is a high-intensity factory used to imprison human slaves and provide various necessary industrial products for the luxurious life of the Protoss. The structure of the entire Paradise Mountain is actually not much different from that of the city of Jordan.

only…

Overall, Jordan City is much more crowded than Paradise Hills.

After all, the Protoss had completely declined many years ago, their new population is limited, and the number of slaves needed is not much when the total number is fixed.

What's more, in the current Terraria environment.

It has long since lost its potential to support a large number of lives, and this beautiful planet is slowly losing its life.

Before dawn.

Gray clouds of radiation hung like feathers in the sky, obscuring all starlight.

Only when the weather is fine can you see the hazy full moon in the sky through the gray clouds.

Angel Barrot was lying relaxed on the soft velvet chair, knocking Erlang's legs, holding a glass of scarlet red wine in his hand, and the retro gramophone beside him was playing the popular tunes of the old golden age.

He was wearing a black suit, his skin was gray and had no reverie, and his hair was meticulously combed, and it was faintly shiny under the light.

On Balot's chest.

Has a small and exquisite six-wing badge.

Among the Protoss, only those who can enter the warp can be called true angels.

And the Seraphim means that Balot's strength has reached the limit of this level, and further up is the archangel of the fourth life level.

In the past when the Protoss was at its most brilliant, the Pantheon was built. According to ancient legends, there were tens of thousands of archangels of the Protoss in that era, but unfortunately, many years ago, the Protoss completely declined after suffering a terrible catastrophe.

The Protoss who once ruled the entire river system.

Not only was it torn apart from the inside, but also suffered a terrible curse, even the clansmen who survived the catastrophe with great difficulty.

He will also be endlessly pursued by demons in his long life... For Balot, the glory of the Protoss in the past was just an ancient legend passed down by the elders, and he was born in the Ark of the Protoss.

He spends most of his time wandering in the dark and boundless universe.

until three hundred years ago.

Led by the ancient **** Calendia, they discovered this beautiful planet on the edge of a river system.

At that time, the natives of the Terraria world already had quite an amazing level of technology, and they were even able to perfectly transfer the consciousness of carbon-based life into machinery...

Many of these cutting-edge scientific and technological achievements have improved the technological level of the Ark remnants for a long time.

Unfortunately…

before the arrival of the Protoss.

The world of Terraria has been plagued by demons, swarm fleets, and even beast legions.

Such a scene made Balot feel quite shocked. You must know that each of these three is enough to easily destroy a planet with hundreds of lives.

But, Terraria.

This little-known world on the edge of the river system can last for decades.

Like a quagmire, the three were dragged into a hard battle.

In the end, the Protoss came to this world as a savior. Balot does not know what kind of agreement the ancient **** Calendia has reached with the people of the Golden Age, but only understands that after the war is over.

The Protoss Ark Fleet has achieved fruitful results at the least cost.

to this day.

They have lived here safely for nearly three hundred years.

For the Protoss remnants who have been cursed for eternity and hunted down forever, such a life is simply unimaginable.

Of course, the curse still hasn't dissipated. Now, this group of great demons appearing in the warp is proof that for the Protoss remnants, the time of stability is short-lived, and the upheaval is eternal...

And despite all the costs they paid, their final demise was unavoidable.

It is precisely because of this realization that Balot cherishes this period of time. He likes to drink and enjoy the works of art left by humans in the golden age.

to be frank…

Balot is not actually too obsessed with these things themselves.

Even, what really makes him like these things is not these luxuries and culture itself. But when he is enjoying these things, he can temporarily forget those fears, pains, and curses of the past.

"Da da da!"

Just when Balot just put down the wine glass and was slightly drunk.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

He frowned, a little unhappy in his heart. The guards had been by his side for a while, knowing that during this time, he didn't like to be disturbed by other things.

...in other words.

To come to him at this time, it means that something very troublesome has happened.

"come in!"

In any case, the tasks assigned by the archangels still have to be completed.

Balot didn't want his soul thrown into the Ark Psionic Tower to be used as fuel for messing up his work.

"grown ups!"

The thick wooden door was pushed open from the outside.

A tall young Protoss male walked from the door, went to Balot's side, bowed forward and saluted.

"whats the matter?"

Balot stretched out his hand and motioned for the young man to sit down opposite.

With a small smile on his face, he was the city's security chief after the archangels rushed to the front because of the arrival of demon chasers.

For the inside of the Protoss, this news is naturally kept secret, and the fear of the devil has been deeply embedded in the genes of the Protoss.

Even a little speculation is enough to cause riots among the existing Protoss. If this news is revealed to Balot himself, he doesn't know what will happen.

"It's about the remaining humans..."

The young Protoss opened the folder in their hands and said solemnly, "Bengelot has not replied to our news so far, and the two human slaves who ran out of Paradise Mountain are now completely missing."

"In addition, the activities of the Human Rescue Association have become more frequent. In the past few days, there have been more than ten conflicts between human slave workers and the Protoss in the lower city."

"Although these conflicts ended with strong repression, I suspect that these conflicts themselves are not very reasonable..."

The young Protoss secretary frowned and concluded, "It's like he's deliberately covering up something."

"Yes?"

Balot still had a confident smile on his face, his slender and powerful fingers clasped on the table and made a rhythmically tuk-tuk sound, "I think of another rumor, that in the last years of the Golden Age, the The Valkyrie who surpassed the fourth life level did not die, but survived through some kind of strange secret technique."

"To this day, some Terrans still believe that she can return and lead them to complete their revenge."

"What do you think about this matter?"

Barrott asked.

"That is indeed a formidable opponent. The war lord who once defeated the Beast Legion head-on, stopped Lord Calendia in the final war." The young Protoss had a look of admiration on his face.

But he changed the subject and said without hesitation.

"However, I believe more in the might and prudence of Lord Calendia. He once led the fleet to sail in the sea of ​​stars for thousands of years."

"We have no reason to believe that a strong man in the indigenous world can survive from the Great Prophet..." The young Protoss paused and said, "Compared to such rumors, I believe those rumors are just human race's self-comfort."

"You're right."

Balot did not change his smile and nodded.

The white wolf is the belief of Calvary's remnants, and even now, many people are talking about this matter.

not to mention.

in the golden age.

Continuous breakthroughs in genetic technology have greatly increased human lifespan.

Among the co-rescue associations, those who have survived from the Winter Kingdom three hundred years ago to the present are not without them. After all, humans, like the Protoss, are a race that is nostalgic and does not like to be flexible.

Because of personal hobbies, Balot knows a lot about human beings.

He knew that this was a formidable opponent. so…

Balot frowned, the smile on his face disappeared, and the momentum on his body suddenly became serious: "In any case, all kinds of strangeness have already explained what the human race is secretly planning."

"We don't know their specific actions, but it is certain that these things must be related to the valley of corpses."

Balot got up, and his tall body cast a shadow under the light.

The Protoss are generally taller, and Balot is even more powerful and majestic. Standing in front of him feels like a mountain rising from the ground. Even the young Protoss secretary who has served him for many years feels out of breath for a while. pressure to come

"We have already given those corpses a chance, since they chose to give up... Hehe, destroying you, what's the deal with you?"

"Over the years, Benjalot seems to be docile, but in fact the hidden power is not cheap. If you want to completely remove it, you need at least a few four-winged angels to go there to be sure..."

The secretary sweated on his forehead, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lowered his head and added:

"Even, if possible, I think it is most suitable to let the angel of the six-wing level take the shot personally."

"Then arrange for the Seraphim to take action."

Balot said without hesitation.

He is not smart, but the wisdom of thousands of years has brought him a lot of experience.

If you are hesitant to act on such a small matter, it is easy for the enemy to see the truth. And with the little power left by the human race now, he really doesn't believe that any waves can be found.

"I see!"

The young Protoss closed the book and said loudly, with anticipation and bloodthirsty in his tone.

Wait until the secretary leaves and close the door.

Only after Balot was left in the high-rise office in Paradise Mountain, he picked up the wine glass and just wanted to take a sip, when he suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart.

Balot got up, went to the window, and looked at the scenery outside.

Even a dreary and desolate landscape seemed to Balot much better than a spotless space.

only…

What made him feel strange was that, for some reason, the night seemed to be extraordinarily long.

...

at the same time.

In a mountain pass just a few kilometers away from Paradise Mountain.

Three huge shadow pools have been established. Thanks to Adam's Void talent, White Wolf can quickly transfer the huge undead army in the Great Tomb to the battlefield with the help of these shadow pools rich in Void energy.

This distance is already the limit...

The long war with the devil made the Protoss' character quite cautious. If they continued to move forward, even the template's strength was not enough to complete the camouflage, and it was easy for the Protoss in Paradise Mountain to see the difference.

Strange rocks and thorny valleys.

The phosphorous fire was faint, and the light in the field was flickering, occasionally reflecting the face of the skeleton and the strange soul fire, which was creepy.

There was a strong smell in the air.

Roar!

"War, I long for war, and the fire of revenge has already burned me out."

Accompanied by a low growl.

In the shadow pool in the middle, a skeleton dragon with a body length of more than 30 meters climbed out of it. This is Medea, the tomb keeper. She unleashed all her power for the sake of this war, vowing to pour the fire of vengeance on her enemies.

Then there is the undead archmage Sino, the high lord Ben Geralt on a skeleton horse.

Then there are skeleton archers, skeleton warriors, death mages, ghosts and other ordinary undead creatures. However, under the influence of the talent of the white wolf ghost general, the undead army has been strengthened in all aspects.

Those skeletal warriors are no longer osteoporotic patients that break at the touch.

Instead, he was tall, with a metallic sheen on his body, like a war machine made of steel. They are stubborn and hard-boned, and their ordinary weapons do very little damage to them.

Among the sea of ​​undead.

An army of no more than 500 wearing black armor and faintly exuding psionic energy was particularly eye-catching.

It was a Heroic Spirit, and it was the most precious heritage in the Great Tomb. They died in the golden age, but the powerful body and steel machinery were combined, and they were awakened by the life alchemy of the white wolf.

The combination of the three creates the most powerful war machine.

In Su Heng's assessment, the individual strength of these guys is not even inferior to that of the Attas cultivator or the Dragon Tooth Soldier.

"Medea, do you think this war is worth it?" The undead archmage Sino quietly came to the corpse dragon and said with a gloomy smile in the undead's unique tone, "Use the lives of those powerful warriors to come In exchange for the lives of civilians, do you think it makes sense for His Majesty to do so?"

The corpse dragon looked down at his companion, and then said in a low voice:

"Sino, my friend, you are right."

"Even in the best of circumstances we win this war, and it will pay dearly. Terraria's revival, humanity's greatest victory, will not come in our lives."

"However, is all that we do meaningless?"

"Every second we resist the enemy's firepower, we are consuming the opponent's resources, weakening their strength, and spying on their realities. Using our corpses to create better conditions for the victory of the latecomers."

"This is the meaning of our existence. It's also why I was able to endure three hundred years of long years silently in despair in the gloomy tomb."

"For the revival of mankind, die heroically, die unexpectedly, die generously... This is our responsibility and destiny. You must know that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In this sacred war, even the most The trivial sacrifices will also be remembered by history and used to atone for the sins we have committed."

"Our actions must hasten the moment—the great, must-come moment—that mankind will triumph and drive all aliens out of the world of Terraria. Our remnants and The ancestors stood together to witness a new era blooming again on this land."

"So far - you and I will be turned into eternity in glory."

Medea's voice grew louder and louder, and at the end, it was like a thunderous rumbling, and the whole valley trembled at the feet of the skeletal dragon.

"So, now... let it all burn in the fire of vengeance!"

The roar of the corpse dragon resounded through the battlefield, the cover provided by the shadow pool was completely torn apart, and with the substantial sound waves spreading outward, the entire sea of ​​​​skeletons rioted in an instant, sending out a shocking roar.

Medea was the first to rise from the darkness with a roar, swept across the sky, and rushed towards the human fortress that looked like a ferocious beast on the other side.