On the northern beach of the province of Batoya, soldiers from the province of Willant docked at the temporary wharf built by the 1.17 million squad on a makeshift fishing boat.

The man in military uniform, holding a telescope in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked around, and it took a long time before a sentence came out of his throat.

「…… This is the province of Bartoya?"

His name was Newman, the captain of the 100,000-man team in the Willant League.

Although serving in Triumph, many years ago he worked as an instructor on the beaches of the northern province of Batoya.

I think there is a town called Rhino Horn, because the beach resembles a rhinoceros head, and when he has nothing to do, he will go there to rent a small boat and take a few friends out to sea to fish.

Today, not to mention the villages, even the concentration camps that existed for a while have been demolished, and the only remaining shrewn concrete bunkers, bomb craters and sandbag bunkers are left on the beautiful beaches.

Everything has changed.

And it became hell.

The captain of the 110,000th team also happened to get off the boat, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, looked at the land that was not human, squinted his eyes and took a puff.

"It's a big change, isn't it? It's all back to 200 years ago, when the war was just over. Actually, on the bright side...... At least Tyre doesn't have that much technology, at least we haven't become."

Newman's Adam's apple moved, and he nodded slowly.

"Hmm."

He still couldn't understand why Tyr was starting this stupid war, but he suddenly understood why the Academy was hiding all that pre-war technology......

……

Hundreds of thousands of troops rushed along the breach opened by the 1,170,000th Brigade in the northern part of the province of Batoya.

Seeing that it was the troops of Triumph City, the survivors along the way stepped forward to greet them with tears of joy.

They wanted to eat pot pulp, but unfortunately there were not a few mouthfuls of nutritional paste at home, and they might also carry the strain of "death agent" on their bodies.

The 1.17 million Battalion had the soldiers distribute some of the food to the survivors, who then handed them over to the troops responsible for forming the quarantine zone.

Not only do they have to kill Tyr, but they also have to clean up the mess that Tyre has left behind.

Thick black smoke dotted the southern part of the city, and steel airships suspended low in the air fired at the sky and ground, with the occasional "whin" of rockets in the air.

In the face of the alliance's intensive offensive, even the steel airship began to be unable to parry.

Even due to the lack of near-fire ammunition, one of the airships was broken through the fire net by guided weapons, hitting the gun bay under the steel airship.

Brilliant smoke burst out in an instant, and billowing smoke engulfed half of the airship.

Although the commander of the airship reacted quickly and ordered the blast bay to be thrown away, the structural parts of the airship were still badly damaged in the explosion, and finally slowly fell to the rubble under the desperate gaze of a group of soldiers.

The bias shield cannot achieve absolute defense against guided weapons such as missiles, and at most has a certain blocking effect.

The steel airship defense missile mainly relies on the fixed machine gun and 20mm anti-aircraft gun on the airship, and takes the initiative to shoot it when the missile is in confrontation with the airship's deflection shield.

It sounds like nonsense, but it's actually very effective.

However, in the long-term confrontation with the Legion forces, the Alliance also thought of a solution.

That is to replace the shell of the missile with armor steel.

As long as the seeker and power components can carry a 20-mm cannon, a shuttle is enough.

The rest is left to fate and quantity......

With the fall of the first steel airship, air superiority began to tilt in favor of the Alliance.

The 2,000,000th Wing of the Home Defense launched a counteroffensive against the positions of the Death Corps, but the counterattack lasted less than an hour before it was terminated as the mobile units of the Skeleton Corps penetrated into the rear of the Home Defense Corps.

Replenish the ammunition

The Death Corps began to move forward again, cooperating with the armored units of the Skeleton Corps to occupy the positions that had been gnawed down, while searching for the remnants of the enemy hiding behind cover.

Although Captain Baldwin of the Southern Legion is still leading his men to put up a heroic resistance, anyone can see their final end.

The winner is decided.

The difference is only known on the day of February.

Objectively speaking, Tyr, who does everything he can, has also done some people's things, but not much.

As a result, for example, he "evacuated" the civilians of Batoya Province before the final battle, greatly reducing the number of casualties that the civilians could suffer in street fighting.

Although this is only in terms of results.

After all, Tyr clearly didn't do it to reduce civilian casualties, it was his goal to drag the survivors of the wasteland from one quagmire to another, deeper quagmire.

It's just that this guy's idea is bad, but it turns out to be executed.

On the other hand, the Willant soldiers disdained to mingle with the Willant civilians, and some deserters took off their uniforms, rather than throwing away their uniforms and hiding guns, and doing what their families would do in Snake and Mammoth.

This, in turn, has reduced the number of civilian casualties by eighty percent.

But even so, the pain caused by the war to the residents of Avent City is still heavy.

But in any case, this is much more merciful than the neutron plume that falls from the sky......

……

The 68th floor of the "Tower of the World".

Standing in front of the alloy wall, Tyr stared blankly at the holographic window in front of him.

The flames of war were getting closer and closer to his feet, and his loyal warriors were either wiped out or surrendered by the formation, as if the power given to them by the Gestalt technology was fake.

A deep sense of powerlessness crept over Tyr's body, followed by anger and helplessness.

With supreme power in his hands, it was the first time he had experienced what it was like to be disobedient to the steering wheel.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from behind him, and the haggard Chief of General Staff Augustus stood behind him and gave a military salute, and said hurriedly.

"Dear Legion Commander...... Triumph has declared war on us, the 1,170,000 defectors have landed on the beaches north of the province of Batoya, and the 100,000 servants in charge of the defense have been annihilated. According to the information sent from the front, at least 4 teams of 10,000 people have been unreachable, and they may have surrendered to the side of Triumph City......

Augustus had used as much euphemism as possible.

And no matter how euphemistic the tone is, it can't change the crisis that the Southern Army is facing at the moment.

The exhaustion of oil and the dry lamp are no longer enough to describe.

Perhaps the word embattled should be used......

Tyr's fists clenched, bones creaking, and it took a few moments to relax.

Taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice with his back to Augustus.

"I see."

Augustus waited quietly for Tyr's deployment, but he didn't wait for the next sentence for a long time.

The chief of the general staff couldn't help but feel a trace of anxiety between his eyebrows, and he unconsciously used an urging tone.

"Mr. Legion Commander...... The Home Defense Forces are already overwhelmed, and the Coalition forces are closing in on us...... I don't know if I should say that, but let's prepare for the future as soon as possible."

"What's next?" Tyr turned his head and looked at Augustus, who looked anxious.

Facing the cold and sharp gaze, Augustus held his breath for a moment, and cold sweat crawled down his forehead.

He quickly buried his head, trembling as he waited for Tyr's reprimand.

To his surprise, though, Tyr didn't do it this time.

"Let's go back."

Augustus was stunned, didn't react for a while, and then his face gradually turned pale.

Get back?

At this juncture...... The whole city of Avent is surrounded, where else can he go back?

Reading the meaning in that look, Augustus nodded tremblingly, slowly squeezed a "yes" from his lips, and then walked stiffly to the door.

In fact, he should have thought that this would be the result.

He is the chief of staff of the Southern Army, and there is no longer a "top" on his "top" that can be counted on.

From the moment he was exhausted, the end of the Southern Army was already doomed.

At least in the last moments, he wanted to spend time with his family and go to another world with them......

Watching Augustus leave, Tyr turned his gaze to the holographic screen and slowly closed his eyes.

Why?

What went wrong?

Is it because of the pangolin?

If it weren't for the fact that guy stepped on the steps of the Glorious Courtyard and made the news of Julius' death public, causing the originally united legion to fall apart, the Southern Legion would not be in such a mess as it is now......

That's what he thought at first, but it didn't make sense when he thought about it.

The Originally United Legion......

When did the Legion ever unite?

"Your Majesty Jurius...... Your children have all abandoned you, and we are the only ones left of the Willantes who still remember your teachings."

He sighed leisurely, turned off the holographic screen in front of him, and strode into the laboratory next to him.

The laboratory on the 68th floor of the Tower of the World is a breeding ground for the Death Elixir, and it is here that Martin presented his last card.

Looking at Tyr as he walked into the lab, Martin's face was a little cramped, but he still bowed his head slightly in respect.

"Mr. Tyre......

Tyr asked, expressionless.

"What's new?"

Martin shook his head with an embarrassed expression.

"We...... It's still working, but unfortunately, there hasn't been any significant progress yet."

The design of the death agent was actually perfect, but unfortunately it could not be spread and was blocked on the beach in the southern part of the province of Wilante.

Researchers from the Alliance and the Academy were able to stabilize the patient's condition with very few medicines, and the wealth of experience that Triumph City had shown in preparing for the quarantine zone was something they had not expected at first.

Maybe the Contagion route isn't a good idea, there are too many uncertainties in the wasteland, and this is a lesson for the Enlightenment.

They should resort to other, more efficient means......

But the methods of the "Torch Project" do not work, and the methods of the Torch Church do not work, so what else can they do?

Did you blow up this planet?

This...... It seems a little too extreme.

The Enlightenment needs a pure planet, not a fragmented asteroid belt.

And destroying a planet is not so easy.

While Martin was thinking, Tyr had already walked in front of him.

"Go ahead and bring me my bio-powered armor."

It was another gift from the Enlightenment to the Southern Legion – the legacy of the Torch Church.

In fact, it is not so much a gift as a borrowed chicken to lay eggs.

The Enlightenment intends to use the productivity of the Southern Legion and the ongoing series of wars to improve the Torch Church's bio-powered armor by incorporating the Vault's technology.

After all, the Enlightenment's individual combat ability is too weak, they have already suffered a loss, and the gray mutants and wastelanders of the Great Desert are embarrassed to be of great use, and the production of power armor requires a complete supply chain, so they can only think of some other ways.

However......

After all, that set of biological power armor is an experimental model, and it has not yet had time to be put on the battlefield for testing.

Martin had a look of embarrassment on his face.

"But that armor isn't finished yet—

—」

Before he could finish speaking, Tyr's hand was already on his shoulder.

"There's no time, take me."

The undisguised killing intent made Martin involuntarily hold his breath, how dare he say another word of refusal.

He swallowed slowly and nodded his head stiffly.

"Please, please come with me......

Tyr let go of his grip on his collar and motioned with his eyes for him to lead the way.

The lab was silent, and the researchers avoided eye contact.

The two of them walked through the rows of experimental equipment and culture tanks one after the other, and walked towards the depths of the laboratory, and soon came to a silver-white metal cabinet.

Biological power armor is different from ordinary power armor, the latter is an auxiliary equipment that can be taken off at any time, while the former has to be connected to the wearer's internal circulation system, and it can't be taken off if it's not good.

Martin trembled and walked to the console, clicked his index finger twice on the interface, and soon rows of green signal lights lit up on the surface of the silver-white metal cabinet.

With a "hiss-" sound of air leaking, a steep crack opened in the flat metal surface, and the closed alloy door quickly opened to both sides.

And at the same time that the alloy door opened, scarlet flesh protruded from the crack in the door, and it swelled and rolled like boiling magma.

Looking at the devastated scene, even Tyr couldn't help but frown.

"Can this thing really wear through people?"

Martin nodded tremblingly.

"Theoretically...... Yes, the Torch Church has used it on the battlefield in Haiya Province, you should know it, right?"

It had caused a lot of trouble for the Coalition, and at one point it almost came close to sneaking up on the Alliance's administrators - at least that's what the Torch Church told them.

Tyr nodded expressionlessly.

Of course he does.

After all, he also sent a 902-mm heavy gun over at that time as a show off the strength of the Southern Army.

As a result, I didn't expect that time had passed, but now it was the time when the Southern Army was exhausted.

"How should I use this thing?"

Hearing Till's inquiry, Martin, who was tense all over, was stunned for a moment and subconsciously replied.

"Just make contact with it and respond to its desires...... Wait, you want to use it yourself?!"

"Yes."

As the words fell, Tyr had already stepped up and reached out to press the scarlet piece of flesh.

Blood-colored tentacles protruded from the flesh, bypassing his fingers and spreading toward his arms, as if they had become a part of his body.

And at the same time, a huge amount of negative emotions rushed into his mind like a tide.

Kill!

Engulf!

Destroy!

Eat everything!

A low groan of pain erupted from Tyr's mouth, but soon the low roar turned into pleasure.

The ripples emitted by the indescribable piece of flesh were exactly what he longed for from the bottom of his heart!

Yes –

Maybe that's what he wants, and he wants to destroy everything from the bottom of his heart, to destroy everything that stands in his way.

Including those who oppose him.

Even those who support him.

and even the Willantes.

He didn't go crazy, but naturally absorbed the ripples and energy emanating from that piece of flesh, and embraced the madness that could destroy everything.

If you can't win –

Then destroy!

The Willantes who lost to the wasteland are no longer on top, they are undoubtedly the inferior race, and the inferior race should be eliminated by the jungle!

That's natural choice!

It is the gateway to higher life forms

The only way!

At this moment, Tyre is like an angry, disappointed racecourse owner who wants to kill one of his best horses with his own hands because it failed to win the race.

If no one wants to charge with him again—

Then it's up to him to do it himself!

The scarlet flesh had crawled all over Tyr's body and was spreading in all directions along the floor beneath his feet.

At this moment, it was as if he had become a monster.

Or a species that does not exist on Earth.

Horror was written all over Martin's face, and he shook his lead-filled legs and stepped back tremblingly.

Isn't this power armor at all!?

Something must have gone wrong!

It suddenly remembered that in the previous experiment, he had tried to add a piece of genetic code from the mutant slime nest to the power armor, which was suspected to enhance the ability of life form mimicry and recovery.

Speaking of that code, it's been a bit old.

That's the forerunners of the Torch Church, who got it from the Mother Nest in Qingquan City-

"Disconnect from it!"

Martin yelled, took out the bottle of liquid nitrogen from the side, and without thinking twice, aimed the spout at Tyr.

However, before he could unscrew the safety bolt, a scarlet tentacle whipped the liquid nitrogen bottle out of his hand, and then quickly wrapped around his body, lifting him from the ground.

"Ahh

Martin struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly, but he was just a weak researcher.

Tyr, who had become completely integrated with the piece of flesh, came to him in a flash, his thick legs as if they had grown on the floor covered in flesh.

"Disconnect what?"

Looking at the pale Martin, he squeezed a satisfied smile out of that distorted face.

At the same time, the chunks of flesh that had spread along the floor had infiltrated the rest of the lab.

Looking at the scarlet flesh that swept over like a tide, the researchers in the lab were all dumbfounded.

And in the moment they were stunned, the scarlet piece of flesh had already pounced on them.

"Ahhh

As with Martin's fate, the researcher closest to the piece of meat was instantly tied up into a dumpling by the scarlet tentacles, and then turned into a mess of meat like a pinched tomato.

The sudden change frightened everyone, and the dumbfounded researchers came back to their senses and rushed to the safety exit as if they were dead.

"The sample has been leaked! Run!"

"Damn! Let go of me!"

"Uh-click!"

Screams come and go!

In just a few breaths, the virus laboratory on the 68th floor of the "Tower of the World" turned into a living hell.

Of course, the raging wave could not let go of these "nutrients" that were almost fed to their mouths, and they were hungry and thirsty after they had just been released from hibernation, and they needed to devour flesh to expand themselves.

The tentacles were like pythons aimed at their prey, and with a few easy twists caught up with the fleeing researchers, dragging them into the scarlet hell.

And the researchers who were lucky enough to escape were not really safe.

Just as the scarlet tentacles had harvested twenty lives in a row and broken the nutrient tank in the lab's warehouse, the nutrient-gotten chunks of scarlet flesh had begun to spread up and down the building along ventilation ducts and elevator shafts.

Looking at the pale Martin, Tyre squeezed a smile of pleasure out of his distorted face.

「…… I'm very pleased with your gifts, and I'll visit you when I'm free."

Martin looked at him in horror, his mouth trembling opening and closing, his eyes filled with despair.

"You're ...... Monsters."

Tyr smiled faintly.

"That's how insects see people."

Dropping the words, his hand squeezed slightly, and the tentacles that wrapped around Martin began to tighten.

Like popping a water-filled balloon, he simply moved his fingers to crumple the weak and incompetent researcher in front of him.

"Poof—"

The gushing blood poured onto Tyr's body, seeping into his skin in just a few breaths, where he absorbed, digested, and became him.

A satisfied smile appeared on that distorted face.

At this moment, he is like an omnipotent god, standing at the top of the food chain and looking down on all beings.

There shouldn't be any more powerful life on the surface than him.

As for the identity of the Willante -

It doesn't seem to matter that much.

"Let's have a good fight...... Alliances, corporations, and colleges...... And the legion."

"Hahahaha!"

The scarlet eyes reflected a terrifying glint of light, and Tyr burst out laughing as if he had really gone mad.

At the same time, gunfire erupted in the "Tower of the World".

The gun-wielding security personnel and Tyre's guards were all defeated by the rampage, and they all fed the unspeakable in despair.

In just a few hours, the crimson flesh had engulfed the entire alloy building, spreading from the open alloy gate to the adjacent street.

Looking at the tragic situation on the ground, the old white face standing on the viper transport plane was full of stunned expressions.

According to information from the prisoners of the Southern Legion, the laboratory for the death agent is located on a certain floor of this landmark building called the "Tower of the World".

They were going to make a surprise attack on this place, but they didn't expect that before they could jump down, they exploded on the other side.

"Good fellow...... Is this a stab in the den?" Quit Smoking, who was sitting opposite, also looked down, and couldn't help but complain in his mouth.

Lao Bai said with a solemn expression.

"I don't know...... But to be honest, it's kind of like a mutant slime nest."

Quit smoking was stunned when he heard this, and immediately said.

"Brood? That's not right to hand it over to Xiao Yu."

Theoretically, it is true, and Xiao Yu is the nemesis of almost all mutant slime nests.

In fact, it was not only quitting smoking that thought of Xiao Yu, but Lao Bai also thought of it for the first time.

It just so happened that the goblin corps where Luo Yu was was on the front line.

Without hesitation, Lao Bai immediately switched the communication channel and got in touch with Luo Yu who was flying in the sky.

"Feathers! I'll leave it to you!"