If the province of Wiellant is the place where the people of Wilante go on their expedition, then the province of Batoya, which is across the sea from the province of Wilante, is the first checkpoint on the road of conquest of the people of Wilante.

Analogous to a map of the other world, the province of Willante is a bit of a miniature version of the combination of the Iberian Peninsula and France, while the province of Bartoya is roughly located in North Africa, and is much larger than North Africa.

The two provinces are separated by a bay called the Vortex Sea, which is much smaller than the Mediterranean Sea in another world, about half the size of the latter. The shape of the two is very different, the opening is larger, and the further east you go, the narrower it becomes, like a buffalo horn.

The city of Avent is located in the northwest corner of the province of Bartoya, a place called Dagger's Age, across the sea from the province of Wielante.

The two provinces are only 200 kilometers apart from each other, which is a bit difficult to swim through, but it is only five or six hours by ferry, and it is still slow.

Since the news of Marshal Julius' death spread, a large number of Willantes from all over the world rushed to Triumph City in the hope of attending Marshal Julius' funeral.

Naturally, there are also the Willant people living in the province of Batorya.

They would see old friends they hadn't seen in a long time back home, sit with them and gossip, or spit bubbles over beer or even rolled onto the sheets.

And when it's all over, some of them will stay, but most will return to their homes in the New World or the eastern part of the Old World.

If you want to spread the "death potion" to the whole world, there is no more suitable opportunity than the funeral of Marshal Julius......

Smooth seas.

Captain Malokwan, who was standing on the offshore destroyer, looked at the telegram in his hand and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.

“…… If this is true, it is too ruthless. ”

Due to the recent turmoil within the Legion, Marshal Julius's Praetorian Guard has also been affected, and he has lost the "gene source code" of the lifeblood of the Willants.

He wasn't an expert in biology and didn't understand the technology, but he knew how important it was, otherwise their ancestors wouldn't have taken it out of the hands of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee at all costs and gone to great lengths to protect it.

It is said that it was said by the residents of the shelter who had helped the Willant people.

Since the Willantes are a race created based on a designed gene pool, as long as they master the source code of the "library", they can easily design a genetic weapon specifically for that group.

This weapon can be a virus or something else, and they are capable of striking at the same time at the micro and macro levels, making the planet no longer suitable for the Willants, and eventually making the Willants disappear from the planet as if they had never been.

In fact, the Defense Department of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee did exactly that, and even the last folder of the Willant Labs server was the "wrap-up" on the Gene Warrior program.

The purer the bloodline, the easier it is to distinguish it from the crowd.

The only way to crack this is to intermarry with an alien.

The sword that hangs over the heads of all Willantes can only be removed when the Willantes cease to be Willant, but are part of the human race.

It is precisely for this reason that they must keep the genetic source code of the Willant people strictly secret for at least 300 years, until they have the blood of other humans in their veins, and the blood of humans in their veins, can they be truly safe.

And now, the Praetorian Guard says they screwed up in the 172nd year!

Are you kidding?!

However, the matter has already happened, and he can only accept it head-on, and cooperate with the orders of Triumph City to deal with it.

At this time, a ferry about 100 meters long appeared on the sea level.

Looking at the black dot that appeared in the distance, Captain Malokwan immediately waved his hand, motioned for his crew and captains to drive the destroyer over, and contacted the captain on the opposite side by radio to ask them to stop the ship.

After receiving the order, the ferry on the opposite side was quite cooperative and quickly turned off the engine.

However, the passengers on board were not satisfied, and gathered on the deck to ask for an explanation from the approaching destroyer.

The 100-meter ferry is not small, and there are three or four hundred people sitting on the boat.

Most of these people are residents of the city of Avant, but some of them live in the surrounding areas of the province of Bartoya, and some of them are half-grown children and mothers with babies in their arms.

Looking at the crowd, Mallock cleared his throat and picked up the speaker and said loudly.

"Quiet, please be quiet for a while, I'm Captain Malelokwan, I belong to the Triumphant City Coastal Defense Fleet, something has happened to your flight, I'm here to explain the situation to you."

Hearing someone talking, the people on deck were a little quieter.

After a pause, Mallock adjusted his pace and continued.

"Late yesterday, we received news that someone had taken advantage of the political turmoil in Triumph City to steal the genetic source code of the Willant people."

As he expected, as soon as his words fell, the people on the deck suddenly exploded.

The sea, which had been quiet for less than two seconds, instantly became noisy again.

"What does it have to do with us having the gene source code stolen?!"

"That's right! Shouldn't you check the ships that are leaving! Could it be that the thief will turn back on his own? ”

"Damn, the Praetorian Guard is really getting worse day by day, and even the gene source code can be lost......"

"What a shitty guy from Triumph City!"

The vast majority of people do not realize the seriousness of the problem and are only angry about the delay.

Actually, it's also normal.

Mallock himself is the same.

Although the more he thought about it after understanding the situation, the more scared he became, his first reaction when he heard it was just an "ah", and then the thought of "if you lose it, you will lose it" was born in his mind.

Compared to the disintegration of the Legion, the loss of one thing really doesn't seem like a big deal.

They have lost more things.

It wasn't until the Praetorian Guard told him that it was the lifeblood of the Willant that he became nervous.

Looking at these noisy compatriots, Mallock took a deep breath and raised his voice to continue shouting.

"You ought to prick up your ears and listen to me! It was a month ago that the gene source code was stolen, and now the latest information is that a group of evil blue gophers hiding in the great desert have used our gene source code to design a virus specifically for the Willant people! It's called 'Death Agent', and you should know what it's for. ”

"But I'm telling you, it's not that simple! This virus has an ultra-long incubation period of more than one month, and it is also extremely contagious during the incubation period! ”

"At first it was just a low-grade fever, then a fever all over the body, until your immune system was completely defeated, and eventually your organs would fail one by one and die in agony...... The whole process will continue for a year or more until you have had enough, until the children and grandchildren of the virus infect others. ”

"So don't think it's okay with you, the province of Batoya is in the northwest corner of the Great Desert, and you are the closest people to this bomb! And you've probably already got it! ”

Before he could finish his words, there was an uproar on the ship, and the boiling sound seemed to overturn the bumpy deck.

The faces were filled with expressions of anger, fear, panic and suspicion.

Some mothers have unconsciously covered the mouth and nose of their babies in their arms, or hid in places where there are fewer people.

Some people couldn't help coughing, and when they saw a pair of surprised eyes next to them, they couldn't help but start to doubt themselves.

"What are you kidding! Virus ...... specifically for the Willant people This, how is this possible?! ”

"Who would do such a thing...... No, damn it, the Janissaries, how could they have lost something so important! ”

"So we have a virus hiding on our ship? So what...... Biological weapons against the Willants? ”

People screamed and shouted in disbelief as if they were crazy.

They instinctively felt that this kind of thing was too nonsense, and if there was such a powerful weapon, the aliens would not wait until now to use it.

But they soon remembered that the gene source code of the Willant people had been kept strictly safe, but now it had been stolen.

Everything seems to make sense.

Just like Marlock last night, they went from being skeptical to being convinced.

After all, there was a captain standing in front of them, and it was the captain of Triumph City.

It is impossible for these guys, who are extremely loyal to Marshal Julius, to joke with the Janissaries, and the Praetorian Guards are even less likely to lie about such things.

Looking at his compatriots, who were still noisy, Mallock raised his voice and answered one of their questions.

"We can't rule out this possibility, so we can only regret asking you to go back."

A strong man squeezed to the front of the crowd and glared at Marlock with angry eyes.

"Possibility! Because of this so-called possibility, you prevented us from going to the funeral of Marshal Julius! ”

His shoulders were broad and his palms were rough, like a soldier who had been on the battlefield.

Many of the Willantes have been on the battlefield, which is not a notable feature.

However, at this critical juncture on the front, it was still difficult for such a veteran in the prime of life and combat experience to get on a flight to the province of Wilante.

However, Mallock does not know the true story of the "death agent".

The Praetorian Guard told him that someone was planning to design a genetic weapon against the Willant using the Willant's genetic source code.

Looking at the man glaring angrily, Mallock said with a smile.

"You don't have to worry, the funeral has been postponed."

Everyone on deck was stunned.

"Push, postponed?!"

Marlock nodded.

"That's right, our honorable Mr. Archon has declared that the Willant Alliance has entered a state of emergency. Until the end of the state of emergency, we will temporarily lock down the Vortex Sea. ”

Hearing this, everyone on the deck panicked and shouted.

"So what do we do?!"

"Are you going to keep us at sea all the time?"

Mallock raised his hand to signal them to be calm, and then continued.

"You can either go back the way you came, or you can come back and accept our placement...... We set up a buffer zone along the coast of the province of Weyrant and set up some tents there. We will quarantine you for the time you land, and arrange for a doctor to examine you. ”

"Triumph City has already requested assistance from the Academy, the Alliance, and the Corporations through the Adhesive Community, and they have responded to us quite positively, saying that they will airlift some medical personnel and supplies to the province of Willant to face this crisis with us...... Just like we used to face the crisis of the Torch Church with them. ”

There was a murmur among the people on deck.

Especially when it comes to companies and alliances, almost everyone has a hesitant look on their faces.

The Southern Legion is at war with corporations and alliances, and there's no guarantee that these guys won't take advantage of the opportunity.

At this moment, an old man who described himself as thin walked up to the bow of the ship, stared intently at Captain Marokwan, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"What's that...... Are you serious? ”

Captain Malokwanfu nodded.

"At least the Praetorian Guards are serious, and the Willant Alliance, including Triumph City, has restricted the entry of people other than the Willantes...... After all, all of them can be asymptomatic or mildly symptomatic carriers of the virus. Even if it wasn't their intention to hurt us, we will be hurt indirectly by them. ”

Not intended......

The smile on the old man's face was a little bitter.

That's a very humble statement, there are so many people who want the Willant to die, at least one in every three wastelanders.

Mallock obviously thought the same thing, so he shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless expression.

"So you should know how dangerous it is to run around at this juncture...... We're not just targeting you, the borders are closed. ”

The old man sighed, and it took a long time for him to hold back a sentence.

"I wish there were no interracial ...... in the buffer zone"

Triumph City closed its borders.

In this way, the province of Wilante should be much safer than the province of Batoya.

After all, the Southern Legion has a vast colony, and most of the people living in the colonies are aliens in the Great Desert.

If something really happens, the Southern Corps, which has not done anything so far, is undoubtedly the most dangerous......

Looking at the old man with a worried expression, Malov shouted with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry about this, even if there is, it's a researcher sent by the academy to help us."

"If something goes wrong, we won't let them go."

……

The news of the loss of the Willant gene source code caused a stir in Triumph City.

And the Praetorian Guard, who guarded the source code, was even more majestic in this turmoil, and was criticized by all forces in Triumph City.

In the face of those reprimanding voices, Captain Razor reacted calmly.

After living for 172 years, he has long been accustomed to the ups and downs in this city, of course, it is impossible to be embarrassed because of the scolding of his juniors.

However, although Razor is unfazed, the Battlefield Atmosphere team is quite guilty.

This old man is already the age of fast-entering the coffin, and in the end, he has to bet on the honor of this life for himself.

After finishing his meeting with the ministers, he looked at the old man and said in an apologetic tone.

"Sorry...... When this is over, I will clear all your grievances for you and tell everyone that it was my idea. ”

Looking at Mr. Archon, who was not going away, Lei Ze, who was wearing golden armor, smiled faintly and said in a very soft voice.

"You don't have to worry about my feelings, it's enough to do what you have to do now."

After a pause, the old man suddenly changed to the tone of an elder again, and continued meaningfully.

"But I have to warn you that a really clever lie is one that tells only half the truth and keeps the other half to your detriment. Marshal Julius was very clever in this matter, and so was your manager, and you were a little less than right, leaving yourself no room to retreat. ”

The expression of the battlefield atmosphere group was a little embarrassed, and he touched his nose and coughed dryly.

"I'm too far behind them......"

Razor smiled faintly.

"That's for sure, how many things they did, how many things you did."

"But it doesn't matter, all of them are from unskilled to skilled, whether it's the honorable Marshal Julius or your manager."

"I'm still very optimistic about you."

The last sentence gave the battlefield a lot of confidence and made his heart warm.

It wasn't really clever for him to do, but it was the best he could think of.

In the face of the "conspiracy" of the Tyre Commander, his choice is to plan the plan.

Since the former claimed to have stolen the gene source code, and used it to convince the other high-ranking members of the Southern Legion to participate in his crazy plan, then he claimed that the gene source code was indeed lost, but it was stolen by the Enlightenment Society in the Great Desert, and it was used to make a virus called "Death Potion" specifically to persecute the Willant people.

For this reason, he could logically declare a state of emergency for the Willant Alliance and lock down Triumph City and even the province of Wiellant, preventing the Southern Army from using Triumph City and Marshal Julius' funeral as a springboard for the spread of the virus.

Not only that, but the Northern Empire, the Eastern Empire, and the United States of the New World will also close their borders one after another, and strictly guard all those entering the country.

Whether or not they believe in the existence of the "death dose", the news of the loss of the genetic source code is not a fake in their opinion.

As for the "death agent", it doesn't matter what the thing itself is.

Whoever makes the first public declaration has the right of first interpretation.

And it is impossible for the Southern Legion to jump out and quibble, the gene source code was stolen by itself, and this dead agent is actually very harmful to the Wilantes, mainly for aliens other than the Wilantes.

Not to mention that Tyr didn't have the Willant gene source code in his hands, and he couldn't even prove that it was actually very little harmful to the Willant, because it was an indiscriminate weapon from the beginning.

Not even an explanation.

They didn't even dare to let the other forces find out that this thing had slipped out of their own lab.

Otherwise, you don't even have to wait for the companies and alliances to do it, and those old friends themselves will have to come out and beat them up.

But sooner or later, it will be discovered.

If the "Death Dose" program had been activated, and several of the Old Legion forces, including Triumph City, had closed the borders one after another, preventing the Willant from moving to other areas, the pathogen would have been confined to the territory of Avent.

In addition, the Eternal Night Harbor has now been occupied by the Alliance, and the Southern Legion's road to the Eastern World has been cut off, except for the original viruses that have been put on the battlefield of Borneo Province with a high lethality rate and a low infection rate, it is almost impossible for the poisonous strains to spread.

At that point, Tyr will find himself shooting himself in the foot.

And the Willantes of Avent City will gradually come to their senses to see who their enemies are.

In addition to the macro deployment, the Atmosphere of the Battlefield Group has also mobilized the forces of the civilian group to set up a number of quarantine zones in the coastal border areas of the province of Wilante.

This is just the first step.

Once the Death Agent has been contained, he will soon begin the second step of his plan to fulfill his duties as Archon of Triumph City and rescue the city of Avent, which has fallen into the plague.

And this stage of the plan will require the help of other survivor forces in the wasteland, such as the Academy, Alliances, and Corporations.

But it wasn't that hard for him.

He is well aware of the attitude of managers.

That guy has been on his way to end the Wasteland Era since the start of the server, and it's impossible to leave the Willant alone.

Just as he was thinking this, hurried footsteps could be heard outside the chamber of the House of Glory.

Ignoring the obstruction of the guards at the door, a man in a fancy costume broke into the hall, stared at the consul sitting in the center of the hall, and said angrily.

"Mr. Archon, I need an explanation!"

This is the emissary of the Southern Army.

At the same time, he was also the representative who came to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius in place of Tyre.

The Warfield remembers that his name was Harogan, and his rank was a two-star captain, one star higher than Corway.

But now that he is an archon, he doesn't need to lose these ranks.

Looking at the angry Captain Harogen, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team asked with interest.

"What explanation do you want?"

Harogen said angrily.

"Postpone the funeral of Marshal Julius, and close the borders when all the Willantes have come to Triumph to pay homage to Marshal Julius's majesty! Do you know what you're doing? ”

The guy is in a hurry.

However, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group didn't think that a mere two-star captain would know the inside story of the "death potion".

The most likely is that Captain Tyre is trying to test the reality of Triumph City through this guy, or put pressure on himself.

Just as he was about to speak, Razor, who was sitting not far from him, spoke first.

"Marshal Julius has been waiting for almost two centuries, and I'm sure the lord wouldn't mind waiting a little longer to see his children finish their last play."

A sharp light shot out of the cloudy pupils, causing Harogen's momentum to wither in an instant.

The Legion had only just completed its transformation into the Willant Alliance, and he couldn't understand what the Archon meant for the time being.

But he could understand what the Legion Commander meant.

Especially the regimental commander who once fought with Marshal Julius.

"The most ...... What are you talking about? What kind of drama ......" Harogan, who swallowed his saliva and took a step back unconsciously, said in a trembling voice.

Razor looked at him calmly, as if he were looking at a noisy child.

“…… Ask yourself, or ask your Legionnaire, I think he should be the one who knows best. ”

Harogen involuntarily held his breath.

His political instincts told him that the water behind this might be even deeper than he thought.

Without saying another word, he let the guards pull him out, and hurried out of the door of the council chamber.

Looking at the back of the person who turned away, Razor smiled faintly and called in a voice that was neither light nor heavy.

"Tell the kid for me—"

"The candle of Triumphal City has not been extinguished, and the soul of Marshal Julius is still here."

"His Majesty the Marshal is watching you."

(End of chapter)