Leaving the Glory House, Harogen got into a car parked under the stone steps and headed straight back to his mansion.

Without a moment's pause, he immediately moved to his study, turned on the panoramic conference device, and contacted Tyre, the commander of the Southern Legion, who was far away in the city of Avent.

Looking at the holographic bust that appeared in the pale blue light and shadow, Harogen suddenly respected the look on his face and reported with his chin bowed.

"Your Excellency, the Triumph City side has rejected our request to reopen the border."

Tyr spoke slowly.

"Did the Archon mention a reason?"

"The reason is still the dead agent, the Praetorian Guard insists that they have received conclusive information that the stolen genetic source code has been used to craft genetic weapons against the Willants." Harogan's expression hesitated slightly, and he whispered, "I don't feel like Captain Razor is lying...... I wondered, should we pay attention to it too? ”

While he didn't doubt the ability of the Southern Corps intelligence to do their job, he had just as hard to believe that the Praetorian Guard would say that without a solid basis.

Especially since his family is still in Avent City.

If the "death agent" really exists, it will be difficult for him not to worry about the safety of his family......

Captain Tyr looked at him in silence, as if lost in thought, and did not say anything for a long time.

Harogen didn't bother him with interest, but at that moment, something suddenly came to mind.

“…… By the way, Captain Razor asked me to give you a message. ”

Captain Tyr seemed to finally react, looking at him with a blank expression.

"What did he say."

Harogen replied truthfully.

He said...... His Majesty the Marshal is watching you. ”

The moment he heard this, the expression on Tyr's face was indifferent, but his heart trembled involuntarily.

But it was only for a moment.

He knew it was impossible.

The marshal is dead, and has been dead for more than a century, and there can be no truth about it.

Trying to scare yourself with the name of a dead man......

The corners of Tyr's mouth tugged at a slight cold arc, causing Harogan, who was standing in the conference room, to feel a chill down his spine, as if he was facing a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

What's wrong with his esteemed Legion Commander?

Countless confusions flooded into his mind, especially when he thought of the meaningful look in Captain Razor's eyes.

Harogan's Adam's apple moved, trying to ask the confusion in his heart, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and he couldn't say a word.

Tyr didn't explain anything, just ended the topic with a blank face.

"I see."

Seeing that Tyr seemed intent on ending the meeting, Harogen quickly added a sentence.

"I'll try harder...... Maybe there's some misunderstanding here. ”

"Hmm."

Nodding his head, Tyr didn't say anything, and the pale blue hologram disappeared into Harogen's study.

Obviously, the Praetorian Guards had sensed something through their intelligence network, so they had resorted to this tactic.

It is unknown how the information leaked to Triumph City, but now that it has happened, Tyr no longer has any hope of resolving the issue diplomatically.

But—

If these weak guys thought that he would give up like this, they would underestimate him.

General Headquarters of the Southern Corps.

Tyr got up from his desk and walked to the window, looking beyond the world of Avant, a world of metal and concrete.

Every inch of land here has the blood of the Willant people in its veins.

Compared to Norton City, which is named after "Conquest", this is the real "City of Conquest"!

"The Southern Legion will not admit defeat, and even if the old alliance abandons us, we will still launch another charge against the enemies of the Willant as a legion."

He looked up at the sky, staring at the increasingly thick clouds, resolute and cold face full of determination.

"The ultimate winner must be us."

The next step is obvious.

Without a hint of hesitation or remembrance, he walked out of the office and headed straight for Research Institute No. 68, not far from the General Headquarters.

The institute is located in the very center of the city of Avant, on the 68th floor of the "Tower of the World" building.

The exterior of the entire building is made of alloy, and the shape is like a long knife from the sky to the ground.

A century and a half ago, the survivors of Avent City used the legacy of the Age of Prosperity to forge the Alloy Mansion and use it as a "vertical machining center" to house the Black Boxes they had recovered from the province of Battoya, among other legacies, and to rebuild their imaginary Age of Prosperity.

Later, due to practical factors, this magnificent project was unfinished without any suspense.

Later, the Legion conquered the city of Avant, improved the entire building, and successfully transformed it into a military base integrating production and research!

The R&D projects carried out in this building are much more than just a "dead bullet".

It's just that at present, the "death potency" is indeed the one with the highest probability of being realized among all the decisive weapons.

Seeing Tyre in the lab, Martin immediately put down his work and walked over.

"You're here? I was just about to report to you, according to your orders, 476 pathogens have been released, and when they arrive in Triumph City, it is expected that all the survivors in the city will be infected and will show symptoms in 14~30 days...... Anyway, is it really okay to have no gene source code? Although now it's too late for you to regret it. ”

Even having a genetic source code doesn't guarantee that the Willant will be 100% infected, but at least it won't be as bad as the other survivors.

Tyr was indifferent to his inquiry.

"No problem, that's what I planned to do in the first place...... It's better to say that way. ”

Just as Razor had guessed, he said it in a cold-blooded tone.

Martin stared at the venerable Legion Commander for a moment, then sighed lightly.

"What a madman, aren't you worried about getting infected?"

But then again, even if this guy is infected with a death agent, he won't really die.

Martin realized that he had asked something stupid and superfluous.

Even if it reaches the point of organ failure, this guy can directly replace the bionic organ, and if it can't be cured, he can lie down in the sleep cabin and freeze until it can be cured.

Although this virus with a wide range of killing effects has a large killing area, its ability to kill individuals is actually extremely limited.

It is precisely because of this that he predicted in the infection model that the virus would eventually be stopped in the ideal city.

Most of its inhabitants are equipped with biomimetic organs, and the health care system is the most advanced in the entire wasteland.

But it doesn't matter until then.

Ideal City is only invincible when it stands with the Wastelanders, and they are not worth mentioning when they are alone.

"You don't have to worry about my business, and now we're in other trouble."

Tyr didn't take his worries to heart, and ended the topic in a single sentence, pausing for a moment before moving on to the latest situation.

"The Praetorian Guards are on a par with us, and now Triumph City has closed its borders to us...... I wonder if there's any other way to spread the dead pill without using Triumph City. ”

Hearing this, Martin's expression became solemn, and after touching his chin and thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said.

"It's a bit tricky...... Triumph City is the most suitable, if not a must. ”

Tyr continued to ask.

"What if you don't use people as carriers? Like poultry, or fish—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Martin unceremoniously interrupted him.

"No way, it's a wasteland outside, and now it's a wasteland era, do you think that the province of Batoya is still the same province of Batoya three centuries ago, with an average of thousands of flights a day?"

The environment in the wasteland is so uncertain that species in the wasteland rarely leave their familiar habitats, and those species that like to move around have disappeared since the early days of the wasteland era.

At present, only humans are left with the ability and motivation to migrate long distances.

If they want to spread the virus to the eastern part of the Great Desert, Triumph City is almost a necessity for their plans.

This is because only there is a railway to the Eastern Empire, and at present, only the Eastern Empire's trade route leads to the east, where the alliance is located.

After listening to Martin's explanation, Tyr nodded solemnly, and then spoke slowly.

"Looks like that's the only way to do it."

Martin, who was meditating, looked at him and asked curiously.

"Which trick?"

Tyr paused for a moment, then continued in a calm, even cold-blooded voice.

“…… There is a limit to what the quarantine zone can bear, as long as we evacuate the Willantes of Battoya to the Willant Province in the name of 'Pilgrimage to Triumph City', and provide them with enough ships to help them cross the Vortex Sea...... Even if Triumph City mobilized the entire city's armed forces to maintain order, their defenses would be breached by a sheer number of them. ”

Vacating the "useless population" of the city would also reduce the losses suffered by the city in this crisis and improve their chances of winning the final race.

However, the moment he heard this, Martin was stunned.

Is this guy crazy?

Let all the civilians of the Southern Legion go north and charge against the spiritual homeland of the Willants!

This is...... How crazy!

He originally thought that his idea was anti-human enough, but he didn't expect this legion leader to defeat him!

Millions of elderly women and children have left their hometowns, and hunger, cold, and accidents on the road alone can kill more than half of them, even without the virus.

Even if they have the blood of genetic warriors in their veins, these guys are human, not aliens or xenomorphs.

Thinking of the hellish scene, Martin's excited shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

"You're a genius......"

In response to Martin's compliment, Till's expression was indifferent.

"Passing the prize."

He didn't have time to hesitate and take his time.

After all, the "death dose" has been dropped, and soon there will be infected people in the quarantine areas along the coast of Avent City or the province of Wielante.

Considering the proportion of the Willantes in it, there is no doubt that there will be Willantes among them.

And at that time, even the top brass of the Southern Legion, who were originally loyal to him, will gradually realize that the blow of the "death pill" is indiscriminate.

The reason why the clinical reaction in the laboratory, the aliens, especially the Brahmans, are more affected is simply because of the physical superiority of the Wilantes.

If you change to an awakened person with a strong immune system to do the experiment, there is a probability that you will be fine with a sneeze, which doesn't mean anything at all.

It is precisely because of this that he must let things develop to the point of no return before everyone realizes the problem.

This is the only way to stop those short-sighted guys from jumping out of the car......

……

As it turns out, Tyr wasn't joking.

The day after the envoys of the Southern Legion communicated with Triumph City about the opening of the border, his personal guards took to the streets of Avent City with armbands and carried out a special operation codenamed "Decisive Mission", shouting in the streets with loudspeakers.

Unable to sleep at the loud noise, an old man of about 60 years old pushed open the door of his house.

His name was Bazel.

As a result of the "machiatric schemes" of the two fools, Tyr and Gurion, two of his four children died on the front lines of Borneo, and one is still missing, and only the one who went to the New World is alive and well so far.

In other words, others would not dare to be tough with the people of the pro-guards, but he would not be used to these lackeys.

Standing in the doorway, Bazel was about to lash out at the soldiers patrolling the streets, but the latter looked at him and shouted.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Old Bazel was stunned when he heard this, and his brows tightened.

"Let's go? Where to? ”

The soldier said as a matter of course.

"What else could it be? To go to the funeral of Marshal Julius, of course! His Majesty the Marshal has dedicated his life to us, and at this last moment, we should always go and see him off. ”

Looking at the loyal look, Bazel's attitude softened, and he muttered in a low voice.

"Marshal Julius...... We're supposed to see him off, but I don't have any relatives in Triumph, and going there will only cause trouble. He will understand my distress, and my lover and I will mourn him at home. ”

Hearing the old man's reason, the young man said with a smile.

"Don't worry! Captain Tyre will settle your food and lodging in Triumph, including the ships to get there. ”

The old man frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

"Really?"

The young man said in a non-thinking tone.

"Of course it's true! Can what Captain Tyr said be false? By the way, it's not impossible to show your loyalty if you have to stay at home, but war and plague have been looming lately...... You've probably heard of it, right? In a few days, the city of Avent will be subject to martial law. ”

The old man looked at him in astonishment.

"So suddenly? Is this the order of the Commander of Tyre, or is it the unanimous opinion of the top brass of the Southern Legion-"

"Is there any difference, it all seems the same to me."

Seeing that the old man was still a little hesitant, the soldier with the armband urged to continue.

"If you want to go, you'd better go as soon as possible, there is still a bus to the pier, and if it's any later, it won't be there."

"Okay, at least let me pack my bags......" Unable to resist his urging, the old man complained, closed the door and turned back into the bedroom.

Looking at her husband who turned out the suitcase, the eyes of the old woman who was over half a hundred years old were full of worry.

She had been listening to the conversation downstairs before, but from her years of experience, she always felt that things were not that simple.

"Honey, I always feel like there's something wrong with this......"

The old man snorted.

"Of course I know that something big might happen to Avent City again."

The kid was so young, apparently unseen, that he could come out of his mouth such stupid things as "what Captain Tyre said could be false."

Marshal Julius is above, how can there be a word of truth in the mouth of the commander of the Tyre army?

He didn't bother to argue with the guy at all.

After all, judging from this posture, Captain Tyre is obviously serious.

There's no doubt that someone is pushing this guy into a hurry.

"Then why do we have to pack our bags?" His wife walked up behind him and continued worriedly, "I'm worried that if I leave this time, it will be difficult to come back." ”

The old man replied without thinking as he packed his luggage.

"Otherwise, do you want to stay? Don't be stupid, let's pack up...... I wonder if there are any relatives I can contact, and I'll wait until I get out of this hellish place. ”

While the old man was packing his luggage, the situation of every household was probably the same.

The guards involved in the operation did not know the real goal of the so-called "decisive battle mission" special operation, they only completed the work ordered by their superiors and did their part.

The coordination and cooperation between the organizational units at all levels is closely like a cog in a chain.

Some people are responsible for mobilization, some are responsible for spreading rumors, and some are responsible for coercion and inducement.

War and plague are approaching the city of Avent!

If you don't want to be unlucky, head to Triumphal City for the funeral of Marshal Julius!

That's what the people of Willant should do.

They promised the citizens that they would be reimbursed for their travel expenses and that they would provide vehicles and boats to help them get to the province of Velante across the Whirlpool Sea.

And by the time Julius' funeral is over, everything will be back to normal in Avent.

As for those who remain, they need to be subject to the terms of wartime and be subjected to maximum hardship, after all, the Janissaries have lost the genetic source code of the Willants, and this is an extraordinary time.

Whether out of fear of war and pestilence, or out of loyalty to Marshal Julius, the citizens of Avent left their place of residence and set out for Triumphal City, without the need for the guards to talk about it.

Most of these Willantes are related to the inhabitants of Triumph City, or simply immigrants who moved south from the province of Willante.

After hearing the news of the fall of Eternal Night Harbor, many of them had already moved to leave the city of Avent.

It is precisely for this reason that after hearing a series of promises made by the top brass of the Southern Legion, they did not waste too much time on mental preparation, and quickly packed their bags and left.

Not only that, but they even had a plan about which relatives they would go to after they went to Triumph City.

However, at this moment, they did not know that Triumph City had closed its borders.

And the transportation promised to them by the top brass of the Southern Army is probably just some rafts that don't even have power plants.

In just one day, one-fifth of the people in Avant City were gone, and the remaining four-fifths of those who didn't leave were either in line or watching.

In order to solve the shortage of transportation, the Southern Corps even brought in trucks from the barracks.

The mighty procession is like a long snake that winds endlessly, and there is no end in sight.

At the same time, at the same time as these hundreds of thousands of inhabitants moved to the northern part of the province of Batoya, 100,000 servant troops also moved to the northern part of the province of Batoya.

They were to be responsible for setting up twenty camps, making transportation for the Willant civilians who were migrating north, and driving those who could not leave across the sea.

Naturally, these tasks could not be done by the Willantes.

After all, under the constraints of morality and honor, some Willant soldiers would refuse to carry out the orders of their superiors, even if they were members of the personal guard.

There is a precedent for this kind of thing, and when it happens, it often causes a big mess.

Therefore, it is most appropriate to leave it to the alien race.

In the face of the Willantes, they will definitely not be relentless.

I have to say that the mobilization ability of the Southern Army is indeed very strong, and its control over society is even more than a few streets away from Xilan and the subsequent Borneo country.

Driven by a combination of loyalty and coercion, the Willant people of the province of Batoya flocked to the wide coastline like pious pilgrims.

Not only the Willants, but a handful of aliens joined the migratory army.

Some of them were brutally driven away, while others were motivated by fear of the Confederacy's propaganda caliber of the Alliance's few murderous unblinking regiments.

On the third day of the "decisive mission" operation, the first batch of "beach-grabbing landing forces" had already been forced to board the ship.

Looking at the rafts that appeared on the sea level, Mallock, who was standing on the deck of the destroyer, completely lost his blood, and his eyes widened as if he was crazy.

"......"

At the moment, there are hundreds of boats in front of him!

After discovering that the ferry was not working, the gang actually adopted the tactic of breaking it up!

Not to mention that he is just a destroyer, even if he sinks all the airships of Triumph City on the sea, he can't stop so many ships!

Those people were Willantes after all, and they had the same blood in his veins, and there was no way he could have sunk them with a cannon!

Not even to mention firing, if these people fall into the water, he will have to go up and save people!

"These crazy people...... Don't you want to die!? ”

Mallock cursed incoherently, and immediately pressed his hand on the communicator on his shoulder, and reported the situation to the command of the Coastal Defense Fleet.

The news was reported one by one, and soon it was reported all the way to Triumph City, and then to the Glory Courtyard.

When he learned about Captain Tyr's next move from the phone, the Battlefield guy's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but blurt out a sentence "it!" ”。

This guy is no longer flipping the table, but he is crazy! Even the trick of de-urbanization has been used!

Thanks to the fact that the two provinces are separated only by a sea that is only 200 kilometers wide at the nearest point.

If this is doubled, none of these cannon fodder will want to go ashore, they will all have to drown in the middle of the way!

Razor's brows furrowed, his hands clutched the armrests of the chair, and suddenly the armrests of the chair were pinched apart with a bang.

"This is a genocide against the Willant, we can't let this guy continue to mess around like this!"

Looking at the stunned archon, this 172-year-old man exuded a murderous aura all over his body, and his voice was unprecedentedly cold.

"Mr. Consul, declare war on the Southern Legion!"

(End of chapter)