The night after the Munata Army entered the salt soil, the bionic flapping-wing flying machine roared, hot steam spewed out from the exhaust port, and the reverse thrust blew up the salt flowers on the surface, scattering them like snow, falling on the hair. There is a gray layer on top.
The "King of Men" of the salty earth couldn't help but look up at these suspended machines until their thick and huge shadows disappeared outside the skyline of Old Mondstadt.
It is rumored that the volcanic country in the far west has conquered the channels in the sky and is exploring the secret of death.
But now, there is not even a sharp blade to be found in the territory of Salt of the Earth.
"Can mortals...really be able to kill the Demon God?"
The King of Men thought of the scene yesterday when Munata led the salesman of war machinery to him. The bright silver wrench was engraved with a picture he had never imagined.
At this time, Singer was holding a small bouquet made of colored paper and standing in the command tent where Famas temporarily lived. Apparently, he still didn't know what the consequences of his unintentional actions would be.
"Your Majesty, the military situation has changed!"
"The Gunnhild family has passed us the "Wind Flower" command, and Mondstadt's resistance war has begun. "
Singer placed the paper bouquet on the table in front of Famas, turned around and went to the hanging strategic map, and used a charcoal pen to mark the location and information conveyed by the password.
"The whole content of the code is "Wind Flower"? "
Famas looked at the bouquet on the table, frowned and asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Singer thought for a moment and nodded with certainty. When he heard the other party's words of confirmation, Famas could only sigh and hold his forehead.
It is worthy of being the pearl of freedom and romance in the north in the future. Even the codes for uprising and resistance use such melodious and unclear words.
"Let the soldiers break camp and inform them that all self-discipline agencies will replace the abyssal ammunition with ordinary bullets. There is no need to join the wind elf's troops. We will march directly to the tower of "Die La Pian". "
Famas looked at the deployment of troops on the map. It seemed that he did not intend to act according to the negotiated plan, but decisively issued an order to prepare for a general attack on the tower of the Lone King in advance.
As the mobilization order for the march was issued, all the war machines that remained in standby mode were immediately activated. The sound of the cavalry gathering and the gears turning alarmed the people of the salt soil who had fallen asleep. Residents who did not know the truth quietly observed through the windows of the houses. The Munata Legion gathered urgently.
A slight chill had already climbed up the bone marrow. Heulia stood alone at the height of the temple, staring at the edge of Mondstadt Tower. The remaining smoke of the war continued to rise, like a dead soul floating in the air.
She seemed to have already known the reason why Harpas, the God of War, suddenly left camp.
At this time, the "King of Men" was standing at the simple gate of Salt Earth, bidding farewell to the Munata army temporarily stationed in Salt Earth.
He had already learned from the priests of the temple that the conversation between His Majesty Harpas and Lord Heulia was not pleasant. Now that the other party has left with his whole army, Lord Salt God does not seem to be planning to show up to say goodbye.
The responsibility of sending the other party off naturally fell on the King of Men. In order not to arouse the resentment of the God of War, he also kept his posture very low.
A huge number of war machines passed by the King of Humans, but the humble King of Humans could only watch these moving machines silently.
Through the gaps in the outer armor of the engineering heavy machine, you can still vaguely see wires and fine gears, levers, gyros, rotors and diaphragm turbines.
The visual sensors of most alien machines are made of transparent glass-like crystals. They will turn automatically when passing the city gate, staring at these little people in the salty earth with cold and empty eyes.
"Dear God of War, I wish you success in this battle."
The King of Men sent Famas and the leader to the clear water river outside the city, and then stopped and said goodbye to each other.
Because the land in front no longer belongs to the salt of the earth, but is the territory that the Dragon King Qingce and the twin kings Guili compete for.
"Thank you for your blessing."
Famas rolled off his horse and came to the King of Silent People.
The other party still lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the blazing God of War.
As the king of the people of the salt earth, he was very aware of Lord Heulia's attitude towards swords and weapons, so he had to politely refuse the arms trade proposed by Munata and let the opportunity slip away from him.
"As a human king, how can he not even carry a sword with him?"
"This sword is for you."
Famas took off the long sword hanging from his waist and handed it to the dazed King of Men together with the scabbard.
"No matter when or where you are, never forget your responsibility as the king of men."
Famas patted the King of Men on the shoulder encouragingly, turned around and mounted his horse without waiting for a response, and led the troops towards the tower of Diakrapien.
The King of Men held the long sword with the smell of gunpowder in both hands and looked at the departing figure of the heavy armored cavalry in despair.
This long sword seems to be just a standard one, but the King of Men still likes it very much and even looks forward to it.
After Famas left the Salt of the Earth, the sun and the moon rotated several times again, and the good news of the war came from Mondstadt to the Salt of the Earth:
"When the tyrant in the tower scorned the people, free-minded people called on each other to charge... The Gunnhild family, the knight Aemon Lorca, the red-haired warrior Leggenfend, the huntress Amos, the man in the thousand winds The elves, the young poet playing the harp, and the people in the royal city who longed for freedom all united."
"The heavy armored cavalry legion from the far west directly attacked the Lone King's tower. The huge war machinery roared. The Lone King who frowned and defended himself on the tower became smaller and shrunk until the roar of the people reached his ears, and the Lone King committed suicide. On the throne, tens of thousands of strong winds spread..."
The priests of the temple collected all kinds of information, rumors, and legends scattered in Yancheng for Heulia and the King of Men to refer to. However, Heulia only blinked and looked away when listening to the situation reported by the believers below. To my former homeland.
After reporting the information, the priest respectfully stepped back, leaving only the excited King of Man and Heulia in the temple.
"Lady Heulia, this is the sword given to me by His Majesty Harpas."
"If we cooperate with the two kings of Guiliyuan and borrow their craftsmen, we may be able to mass-produce imitations..."
The King of Men raised the long sword with both hands, and the blade of the sword, filled with the ominous aura of the abyss, emitted a cold light.
And Heulia is still worried about the continuous war outside, and thinking about whether Mondstadt, which has been liberated, will expand its territory.
Heulia is not sure whether the weapon can take back her homeland, but the weapon will definitely bring blood and death.
"I see."
"Let me think about it again..."
Even at this time, Heulia just sighed and waved her hands.
"Lady Heulia, we have no land anymore!"
Thinking about the two words was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The King of Man's eyes were red, and he burst into an unprecedented wail.
"We can't retreat!"
The land is within easy reach and the borders are visible to the naked eye. Heulia has a bright white royal city. It is an ideal land that people outside have never imagined and never owned. However, this is also the only remaining city of Heulia.
Heulia was silent again. Maybe she could answer the question of moving the capital, but in this land full of pitch black and bright red, where could there be room for the weak Salt Demon God and her children?
Tolerance, accommodation, and avoidance all resulted in the small city outside Dihuazhou.
"But... you will get hurt." Heulia opened her thin lips lightly, as if she had been struggling for a long time, "I love you, and I don't want you to get hurt."
"You are so kind, Lady Heulia."
"But kindness is the original sin in this land..."
The King of Men whimpered, suddenly turned the sharp tip of the sword, and stabbed directly into the chest of Heulia, who was very close at hand.
Although the rough movement could not be called an assassination, it was more like a person who was forced into desperation and just lowered his head and stabbed out the sharp blade in his hand, trying to find some sense of security from the cold hardness.
"I must... fulfill my responsibilities as the king of men..."
The King of Men held the sword in his hand and fell to his knees sobbing, his face twisted.
The blade containing the aura of the abyss was enough to hurt the Demon God, but Heulia still did not fight back.
She opened her arms and allowed the weapon to pierce her body. She even tried to reach out despite the pain that corroded flesh and blood, caressing the crying King of Men, and looked at him tenderly.
"...I understand...I am dragging you down, causing you to suffer so much..."
The priests who heard the movement in the temple pushed open the door, but were frightened by the assassination in front of them and froze in place, panicked and at a loss. Only a few loyal priests waved their hands and rushed forward, trying to pull away the King of Man.
Heulia could feel that her body was like a collapsed dam, and the power of the devil began to leak out. The salt crystals floating around her body reminded her all the time that her most trusted child raised a sharp blade towards him, but Heulia She also knows that her children seem to make more correct choices than she does.
They are not afraid of bloodshed or death. The children have far greater courage than Heulia and dare to face this bloody land.
"King of Humans... No, your name should be "Ning Zhe", right? "
"I hope that after I leave, you can take the children... to find your own happiness."
Heulia opened her mouth and raised her hand to push Ning Zhe down. Blood began to fill her mouth, making her next words sound a little unclear:
"Don't cry...run quickly, children...the explosion of divine power, damage, turning into salt slag..."
Heulia didn't hate her children, or rather, Heulia was a little worried.
After she dies, will the children be affected by her divine power? Will they be afraid? After finally gaining the right to make their own choices, will the lives of those children who escaped be difficult? Without the protection of gods, will they be bullied?
No, her children are very smart, know how to measure, and are far-sighted. They will definitely go to Guiliji to seek protection from the powerful Morax. Morax is powerful and kind, and he will definitely accept his children.
What's more, her children are very good at making salt, which is beyond the reach of outsiders. Morax will not reject talents, let alone talents with such special skills.
Heulia's myriad thoughts finally turned into a long sigh.
The uncontrollable demonic power burst out with white light, flooding everything around it. The crystal salt crystals quickly enveloped everyone around them, and then invaded inward. Heulia was the first to bear the brunt, and the King of Man was the second.
The people who were still attached to her hesitated because the moment they looked back, they turned into pillars of salt. Some people turned into dust-like salt grains amidst the wails because they could not support their final human form.
The temple of Salt of the Earth turned into a coffin for the burial of the gods, with stone coffins and snow-white coffin lids. The lingering power of the demon god's death swallowed up all the noisy collapse, cries and footsteps in an instant.
Mortals who kill gods still need to bear the price of killing gods.
After the hustle and bustle, only salt flowers bloom silently all over the ground.
(End of chapter)
