East, White Sands region.

The storm had finally stopped, and the apocalyptic darkness and rain curtains, and the creatures of the deep that emerged from the rain, had left.

At the end of the "feeding", a huge crack opened in the dark cloud vortex of the sky, and shimmering waves of light shimmered in the ocean as if the ocean was hanging upside down, and the deep sea allies returned to their realm through the rift, taking most of the deer's wreckage with them, leaving only a few "bones" on the spot.

The bones now lay quietly thousands of meters away from the Iron Throne, between the White Sand Hills and the White Water River, where what had once been a flat open field, but now there was a huge pit full of shattered rock and lifeless soil, as if a piece had been dug up.

Maryland led the officers and soldiers to the edge of the pit, and the commander couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion as he looked at the bone fragments and some remnants of flesh that were still emitting strong magical fluctuations at the bottom of the pit.

A powerful "man-made god" with a certain amount of divine power died like this.

Died in a gluttonous feast.

There was a rustling sound of wriggling from the side, and Maryland turned her head to see the Siren Lady who had been stranded in Cecil for the time being, and Tyr had no idea where she was hiding, only when the dust had settled.

"You guys really give it to ...... Eaten? Maryland couldn't help but ask.

"Actually, it's not all for food......" Tyr scratched at his hair, but suddenly felt that it was a bit of a hassle to explain the matter, so he waved his hand, "but there's nothing wrong with your understanding, they're going to have a big meal when they get back anyway." ”

What a terrible race.

Maryland thought with a hint of awe in her heart, and at the same time couldn't help but glance at the huge pit.

Not only is the strength terrible, but the teeth and appetite are terrible.

"It's amazing, you guys even gnawed such a big hole in the ground by the way......"

Tyr was stunned when he heard this, and quickly waved his hand: "This pit is not gnawed out - this is because the magic reaction is too violent, and the energy field shock generated when the jumping field pulls people back, so I made such a pit out......"

Maryland's face was full of embarrassment, and he suddenly felt rude as an aristocratic person, and quickly apologized: "Ah, I offended." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's normal to have a little misunderstanding between different races, and we Kraken always suspect that your land creatures always live in dry places that will affect intelligence......" Tyr waved his hand absently and said, "Don't talk about this, the energy surge in this place has subsided, when are you going to start studying these wreckage?" ”

She pointed to the "bones" left at the bottom of the pit after the Kraken Expeditionary Force had withdrawn, and although they were inactive fragments, they were still invaluable to any researcher, and those bones and flesh were great treasures for any researcher.

"The news has been sent back to the South, and there will be professionals here to take over soon," Maryland said, with some curiosity, "What are you asking for?" ”

"Oh, I mean, if you don't start researching for a while, I'm going to go down and take two bites......" Tyre said with a look of course, "I've been in charge of maintaining the Guiding Beacon, and I didn't even make it to the sisters' dinner......"

Maryland: "......"

This aristocratic commander had dealt with all kinds of people in his life, but he really never thought that dealing with the Kraken would be so difficult!

This race can casually speak beyond your knowledge, and then make any learned and wise person speechless, unable to think of an answer—I don't know how Duke Cecil got in touch with this group of deep-sea aliens in the first place!

After staring at her eyes and organizing her language for a long time, Maryland finally came up with a suitable word: "This...... I'm sorry, Miss Tyre, I'm afraid I'll have to report it to my superiors, after all, these wrecks are now experimental samples and trophies. ”

Tyr's face was full of regret: "Hey, I knew it would be like this. Why is it so hard to be a Kraken? A bunch of people stopped me from eating small biscuits......"

Maryland: "......"

……

It's over.

The news of the victory on the Eastern Front reached the southern border as soon as possible, and within a few hours it reached the people through newspapers and broadcasts on the Magic Net.

Although no official information on the truth has been released and no official celebrations have been held, an atmosphere of joy and joy has begun to spread throughout Cecil.

Although there were still large swaths of abandoned land in the eastern part of the Whitsunday Plains, and although the nearby Typhon Empire was not sure when another crisis would erupt, at least for this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At the edge of the main industrial area, at the Magic Train Station, a Magic Train ready to go to the eastern region is stopping next to the platform, and a holographic barrier representing the waiting state rises from both sides of the track, blocking between the train and the platform. Inside the barrier, the brand-new train carriages are painted with Cecil's emblem and numeric markings, and the surface of the repulsion generators arranged along the body is showing a pale blue runic glow, and outside the barrier, people who are about to ride are gathering on the platform, waiting for the barrier to open while waiting for the barrier to open under the command of the administrator.

Some of the people waiting for the train were Cecil soldiers in uniform or armor who were going to follow the train to the east to maintain order and strengthen the border defenses, and some were people in ordinary attire, some of them were going to the Gülen region, some were going to the White Sands mines, some were employees of factories or government offices, and some were doing business between these areas.

Although several experimental railway lines have been put into full operation, after all, the development time is still short, on the one hand, fares are still expensive, and on the other hand, many ordinary people do not have the hard need to travel long distances in a short period of time, so the people who can and are willing to take the magic train are still a small part of the crowd, they are usually employees of the government department with tasks, or businessmen with high economic power.

Most of these people wear short coats or "simple" dresses, which have recently become popular and are aimed at aesthetics and practicality, carrying small suitcases of similar style, and women usually wear a sunhat with a veil and men carry a black or dark brown umbrella.

These are all new gadgets that have recently become popular in Cecil City, the price is not high, and everyone can afford it - when people suddenly find that they have extra money in hand to buy some items that are not so necessary for life, but can make them more comfortable and convenient, similar "new gadgets" quickly become some of Cecil's citizens to "decorate" their own props, in a sense, these things are even a medium for some new citizens to convey a certain signal to the outside world:

I've had enough to eat, and I still have enough money to live a decent life.

In addition to these clothes and daily necessities, almost everyone will bring an extra newspaper or magazine to relieve the boredom of the journey, and at the same time, discussing the contents of the newspaper with neighbors in the rest area of the station and on the train is also one of the signs of "close to fashion" and "knowledgeable and educated".

Of course, not everyone will go after such a "sign of decency".

Many newcomers who have just filled their stomachs and just got rid of their embarrassment cannot change their mentality in a short period of time, they are more willing to save money and food, and preserve the "hunger anxiety" of the embarrassing period, but at least, these "signs" are very meaningful among those who already have some economic strength and are closer to the "citizen class" in the old era, and it is these people who are shaping the "Cecil-style" social atmosphere little by little through their own way of accepting and using new things. In addition to the concepts of serfs and freemen, a new group of "Cecil citizens" was created.

People were talking about what was in the newspapers, about the victory on the Eastern Front. No more detailed news has been released yet, and the latest issue of the newspaper has only briefly published the news that the most powerful evil creation of the Society of the End of All Things has been destroyed, and the Plains of the Holy Spirit has entered its final stage of purging - but even such a simple sentence is enough to relax everyone's tense hearts and begin to talk about the victory in a relaxed and proud tone.

In the corner of the platform, Pittman, dressed in a short black robe, was directing several new apprentices to carry several large boxes of luggage to the luggage cart, he looked at the beaming appearance of the people around him, and whispered to Carmel next to him: "To be honest, when I first found out what those crazy people of the Society of the End of Everything had built, I thought about whether to run away." ”

Carmel has been in contact with Pitman for a long time, and his judgment of this little old man is quite accurate, and he said casually: "I don't believe it." ”

"Hey, why are you so sure......"

"With your character, you're definitely on your way by the time you really think about running away."

“…… It's getting boring to talk to you. ”

Pitman waved his hand, and Carmel next to him curiously glanced up and down the old druid's clothes: "Speaking of which, you always wear this old-fashioned robe, don't you think about trying the simplified dress jacket or short trench coat that is now popular?" It is said to be very good, and it is much more practical and comfortable than old-fashioned clothes. ”

"I'm used to wearing this set," Pitman rolled his eyes and swept the pile of rune armor pieces all over Kamel's body, "When you figure out how to replace this pile of armor pieces on your body, talk to me about fashion outfits." ”

There was a strange buzzing sound in Kamel's body, as if to express helplessness, and at about the same time, a loud bell rang out on the platform.

"The train is ready," Pitman said, glancing up at the magical train not far away, and seeing that the barriers at the edge of the platform were disappearing, he turned and waved his hand, "I've got to go—to see what those dying madmen have come up with." You said that Cecil's power is not small now, and there are many druids recruited and registered, why do I still feel that I have to run everything by myself with such an old bone, and my salary should have risen......"

The old druid babbled as if he had a stomach full of resentment, but he quickly led a few apprentices to the train not far away—he was ordered to go to the White Sand Hills to investigate the few fragments that remained after the death of the "man-made god". As the oldest druid in the realm, and the only expert on the inner workings of the Society of the End, he couldn't avoid this task.

Carmel, who had come to see him off, watched Pitman get on the train and watched the passengers on the platform enter the carriage in droves.

Then the massive magic machine began to hum lowly, the power ridge charged, the rune group lit up, and the train slowly accelerated on the tracks into the distance.

Not far away, on the street outside the platform and in a few open spaces, a few groups of children who came to see the excitement ran with the train, shouting and exclaiming across the barrier, and some pedestrians passing by also stopped, some waving at the train, and some carefully looking at the appearance of this advanced machinery when it was moving.

After all, the emergence of the magic industry began to change the world from the level of life details, cultural customs, and social order.

"Wizard Industries...... "Kamel muttered to himself, the light on his body flickering slowly, "It seems that this is indeed a good path......

An arc of lightning swept across his body, illuminating the runic armor piece on his chest, on which the ancient metal sheet was mottled with the emblem of the Ancient Gondor Empire.

"It seems that I can really see the day when humanity returns to its glory...... Your Highness Ophelia, I hope you have waited until now to see this day. ”

This nascent magical industrial empire may still be far from catching up with the Gondor Empire of the past, but one day, it will catch up, or even surpass.

Kamal, who had experienced the most glorious era of mankind and witnessed the advanced society, is now looking forward to that day.