Chapter 2: Black Sunday

On the dazzling galactic battlefield, hundreds of thousands of starfighters of the Undead Expeditionary Legion constantly shuttled between the Falsinian planetary convoys, and the flames produced by the explosion of the two sides were like fireworks blooming in the dark. Among the thousands of aircraft are hundreds of large interstellar aircraft carriers, as well as thousands of frigates.

This is the last battle of the undead against the Phantom Race, and the outcome of this battle is related to the power structure of Qianshui in the future. If the undead can destroy the Phantom Race, it also means that the Undead have successfully broken the steel alliance between the War Clan and the Phantom Race, and in the foreseeable range, Qianshui will enter a situation where the undead, the War Clan and the Human Race are in full swing;

All the races involved understand this truth, so the undead have attacked the Phantoms at any cost for hundreds of years, while the Warclans have been constantly searching for the whereabouts of the Phantoms, and the Terrans have always misled the search fleet of the Warclans behind their backs, and secretly provided the undead with energy technology and even extremely destructive planet-destroying weapons.

Icarus, lord of Farsinia, swore to do my best to protect the last place of survival of the Phantom Race, and to protect the Terrans on this planet. This is my limited commitment, because as a god, I clearly see the end of Farsinia, and I know that what we do can only leave a strong mark on history, but it cannot change the course of history.

Next to me was my assistant Shiva, a girl who liked black clothes, with long black hair like a waterfall, and her eyes were black, which was very rare among the phantoms these days. However, when our race was still in the extremely prosperous period of the earth's history, such a characteristic represented the blood of the nobility.

She is a god like me, and she has the ability to see through history. Many people think that we are two people with completely different ideas, but in reality we are the same person. In addition, we have a self, her name is Artoria, and she is completely childlike, not only physically, but also mentally.

I, Khiva, and Artoria are not complete gods, we are only the three attributes of gods, namely knowledge, freedom, and creation. So as you can see, this is different from the Trinity of My Lord and Yue'er. In fact, I learned this idea from the god Ino, who always liked to say, "God is dead", and when Ino was a child, he liked to lie on the ground and load a camel, saying that the learning of knowledge was like a camel's burden.

The undead destroyed our planetary defense shields at the cost of the self-destruction of dozens of S-class starcarriers, and turned the planet of Farsinia into a lava hell with the plasma chain reaction cannon provided by the Dongxuan Terrans. No form of hatred can come at the cost of completely destroying the T3 planet, and it's clear that the undead are violating the interstellar consensus, but I think there's a high chance they're being exploited.

Originally, the continent of Farsinia consisted of five major political territories, namely the Desert of Destruction in the East, the Wild Isles in the West, the Marshlands in the South, the Ice and Snow City in the North, and the Ionic Peak in the Center. The Ionic Peak is a place where the gods often exchange their thoughts in order to improve their abilities, "meaning to fly over the highest Ionic Peak". It's just that little is known about their arrival, and of course it's not their credit that the top of Ionia wasn't bombarded by the plasma chain reaction, but Shiva's cheap younger brother, quantum physicist Ain Strand, deciphered part of the knowledge about zero-point energy in the "apple core" left by the war clan, and combined it with his own creativity, successfully reproducing zero-point energy technology, but unfortunately, when he succeeded, he also died of overwork.

The top of the Ionic is now like an island in a lake of fire, relying on energy shields, and at this time, the undead army has already propped up the magic shield closest to our race on the planet, and is trying to open the way to the top of the Ionic Island. It's all about the final showdown!

"Do you need to mobilize troops to raid them?" Shiva whispered to me, hugging the thick copy of A Thousand Waters tightly to her chest and pushing her glasses.

The undead have just landed in Farsinia, and the formation is in a fragile state, and I will not hesitate to order them to block them in the past, and the effect is predictable. However, the situation today is not allowed, because we no longer have many armies to fight. Crossing the sea of fire, it is impossible to avoid the artillery fire of the undead celestial army, and it is unwise to conquer the landing army of the undead, especially in the city, the figure of the underworld is gradually appearing.

"I have given orders to the commanders of the various theaters to defend to the death, and everything is carried out according to the established plan. I looked at Shiva, then pointed to the Book of Wisdom and said, "Go and get ready to ascend, and introduce it into the Panthousand Water World, and we're halfway there." ”

At this time, there was a deafening sound of shelling outside the window, and some towering buildings could be clearly seen collapsing. The zombie legions of the undead lined up with heavy weapons, facing artillery fire, constantly attacking the positions of the city defense army. The improvised obstacles on the streets are unobstructed. That night, the city defense army was forced to retreat to the vicinity of the royal city.

When the war has entered such a situation, it cannot be said that the people of our tribe do not resist to the death, but it can only be said that the gap in strength between the two sides is too great. The undead have what is known as the most powerful army in the world, and the zombie army is the elite of the army, and the usual tactics and weapons cannot harm them in the slightest, especially when they are equipped with powerful weapons, it is even more difficult. In addition, the number of undead armies is so large that they are almost boundless, and even the mighty Warclan armies cannot withstand their crowd tactics.

The widespread appearance of the undead, as well as the presence of necromancers, further harmed the fragile city. A large number of human beings died in the war, and the bodies of the * became their nourishment, and the more complete ones also joined the team of the walking corpses, and the team of the undead is constantly growing, and today's Phantom City is no longer able to withstand the invasion of this army, but a question of how long it can be supported.

"Lord Lord, at present, except for Area A, the other areas of the Phantom City are already full of undead armies, and it won't be long before Area A will be broken through, what should we do now?"

"Burn the city, burn all the areas outside Area A!" At this time, it is a helpless move to take the way of burning the city, although the burning of the city can reduce the combat effectiveness of many enemies, but the enemy will definitely lead to a sudden enemy to break the ship, but no matter what, as long as we hold it, we will have more time, although I don't know if this meager time can bring us a miracle.

"Lord Lord, I want to ask you a question, is it okay?" At this time, I don't need to hide even military secrets from them, and after getting my answer, his question was also thrown out, "Will the army of the War Clan come?"

"Maybe they came, after all, they were, but who knows?" I don't want to be a hope-breaker, but that's just the way it is, things have come to such a point that it's sad for them to die with meaningless illusions, although many times they are just waiting for the leader's deception so that their death will be worth much.

"We know, no matter what, Farsinia is our last homeland, and we will definitely fight until the last moment!" the officer saluted me and exited my office.