A surprise, a surprise that had been creeping through the depths of the dark earth for a whole year, was emerging from the rocks and soil on the border of the black forest and the strip plains in a shocking manner like a natural disaster, presenting itself to the eyes of the distorted army that flocked out of the wasteland.

The thundering sounds deep in the earth, and the entire southern border of the dark mountains is constantly shaking. In the depths of the dark soil, the huge plant structures that humans cannot detect have spread across the Thorin Plain, countless amazing tunnels and holes have already drilled out. These things that do not know whether they should be roots or vines have gnawed on the soil and stones all the way, and then absorbed extra energy from the biomass conversion factories and storage tanks set up along the way. They have been growing in the past few months and have accumulated strength for today's breakthrough. Now, the time to break out and embrace the sun has finally arrived. The "far branches" of these Thorin giant trees... have begun to stretch their structures on the earth.

The thorny vines and wooden pickets tore the earth apart. From the southern propulsion base of the Cecils to the dark mountain pass at the junction of Tifeng and Cecil, countless plant structures were swarming out from cracks and caves at a crazy speed. The huge "roots" that surged out were chilling. From a distance, they even grew countless ecstatic tentacles in the air in an instant. They stretched wildly like seaweeds in the dim sky, shaking, and in the blink of an eye, they had blocked all the intersections leading to the dark mountains.

The army of aberrants in front passed back the last scene they had seen before their death. The terrible scene was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the dark druid Bertleme. He saw dark green or dark brown root tentacles drilling out of the surface, sweeping towards the nearby aberrant and various mutant creatures in the posture of a predator. The vines pierced the flesh and blood of the monsters and rolled up their bodies. The huge power could even make the weaker creatures explode into a ball of rotten flesh. The vines rolled the dyingly struggling apart giant beasts and flesh-blown mixtures, dragging them one after another into the large mouths that suddenly cracked on the surface. In those dark and deep cracks, Bertleme saw countless squirming and friction teeth, surging and crushing muscles, and boiling and bubbling digestive ponds.

The entire belt plain underground... is a digestive organ with a width of hundreds of kilometers, a hungry, teeth-containing stomach based on underground caves and huge biological structures. This huge digestive system has been hungry here for a long time, and now... all things in the wasteland will eventually die and bring a huge amount of food to this hungry and wriggling stomach.

Soon, these foods will be transformed into a new source of biomass for the green forest barrier, and a new limb and corpse of the "plant forest" that is surging wildly!

A chill that he had forgotten for hundreds of years finally surged out from the depths of his limbs. Bethlem felt that every inch of his bark and every branch was shaking in the cold wind. In the picture transmitted from the last few distorted bodies, he saw the roots that gushed out from the ground were rapidly hardening and deforming. Their structure towards the sky quickly became the shape of towering trees. Those giant trees not only became a green barrier to protect the mortal world, but also spreading their green leaves to greedily absorb the sunshine, and continued to copy and spread their roots outward, making the defense line more stable.

What is even more terrifying than this scene is the voice that links into his spirit!

Ever since the distorted legion in front of them came into contact with the green forest barrier, it has been passing into its mind through some neural links, a vaguely familiar but particularly chilling female voice!

"You are afraid, I can smell your fear, Bethlem... It's so interesting. I've worked with you for hundreds of years. For hundreds of years, I have always regarded you and your deformed compatriots as venerable comrades who are willing to sacrifice for great causes. You say you are fearless in the wasteland, you say that the existence of the world is your noblest pursuit... But now you are commanding a crazi and dirty legion to attack us, and tremble in fear after a little setback... Bethlem, am I so scary?"

The voice kept coming into his mind through the nerve nodes that permeated the depths of the earth and running on the battlefield. The dark druid shook his branches and desperately urged the guards beside him to escort him to the depths of the wasteland as far as possible in this area. At the same time, he let out an angry roar in his mind: "Beltira! You are a freak that is even more deformed than us! You are a monster that is more disgusting than a distorted! You are standing in the camp of those lower creatures, you are gnawing the soil underground to build a barrier for them, but you are still a freak, you will not have a place to stay in that so-called "civilized country"! You are... a traitor among the evolutionists!!"

"I need to correct you, Bethlem," Belltila's voice continued to pierce the dark priest's nervous system like a sharp awl. The calm narrative seemed to hide a great irony. "The so-called lower creatures in your eyes have defeated the mad God in front of the confrontation, and ended the famine that permeated the Holy Spirit plain in two years. They allied with the dragon, reconciled with the gods, and cracked the truth of the entire universe in the kingdom of God. I am afraid no one in this world is qualified to call them "lower creatures". As for where you are worried about my place in the kingdom of civilization... I am afraid it will disappoint you. I am full of new friends everywhere, a race that even God dares to kill, and their knowledge is not as shallow as you imagine..."

The tremor in the depths of the earth came again, and a thunderous sound rang near the extinguished magnificent wall in the distance. Another living forest rose from the depths of the earth. The shaking tentacles and vines ate all the distorted bodies and wasteland monsters that could be touched nearby, and then began to transform in place, forming layers of protection. Next to this rapidly forming "forest", the deafening loud noise began to roar again.

It was the main gun of the armored train of the "Winter General" roaring. As the human defense line stabilized again, the terrifying steel fortress had begun to launch shells in the direction of Gondor's wasteland. The powerful shells it fired fell outside the "predation range" of the "living forest barrier", slaughtering all the monsters that escaped the predation of the living forest.

Half of the main forces of the Legion's forwards had been buried in the continuous artillery fire and the rolling stomach acid in the living forest. The shocking losses from the feedback of nerve signals made Bethlem's eyes burst.

"Beltira!" He stopped in his rage, turned around and glared at the living forest standing on the edge of the magnificent wall, which had completely blocked the gap. He felt his heterogeneous nervous system boiling in anger. "After all, your posture is just a mutant monster like us! Do you think you are a great savior?!"

"There has never been a savior. All mortals are saving themselves. Brother Gao Wen told me," the stinging pain in the nervous system hit again, and Belltila's voice pierced into Bethlem's mind. "And the so-called monster... my former colleagues, sometimes only monsters... are the most suitable to fight against monsters. The Cecils have always advocated practicality..."

Bertlem turned around and left, quickly moved deeper into the wasteland under the protection of the escorts. He left half of his troops to attract the Cecilian artillery fire. After continuing to move to the inside of the wasteland for a while, he finally felt his nervous system gradually begin to recover and the continuous sting began to weaken.

This phenomenon made him feel relieved: Although the living forest looked terrible, its power could only be maintained in a fixed area like a plant. Although the forest obviously had the ability to spread, its spread speed was limited by its biomass reserves and its own structure, so it could not run into the wasteland to pursue him.

A strong enemy who cannot move is not a strong enemy.

At this moment, Bethleme was really relaxed, and even deliberately let himself relax too much. He seemed to use this method to temporarily forget the horror of the living forest, the pain of being torn by the teeth under the ground, the continuous dissolving of the stomach sac of the living forest, and most importantly... Forget about the terrible failure of losing half of the forward legions.

He stopped in a low-lying area. The towering rugged rocks surrounding him blocked the cold wind on the wasteland. He seemed to be able to hear a faint sound, the loud sound of shells falling to the ground and the chewing sound of the living forest. Among these sounds like the residual pain of the nervous system, he heard an intermittent, already faint whisper invisibly.

"Escape... Go back to your lair... But we will find you in the end, Bethlem... My distant limb is still missing a dessert after meals, and there is a corner in my stomach that is still for you and Bolken..."

...

In front of the semi-buried communication bunker, Fendir looked at the amazing changes on the battlefield in a daze. He looked in the direction of the dark mountains and saw a lush and dense jungle standing in the wind. The jungle was so lush that it was impossible to imagine that the land was still a piece of barren scorched earth not long ago. In the dark shadows deep in the jungle, some still twisting and wiggling roots and vines were wandering rapidly. While flattening the surrounding land, they transformed into shrubs, flowers, plants and berries in the forest during the rapid organization and transformation.

Fendir recognized those berry bushes and bushes. He had visited Solinburg. In that miraculous land, similar berries and shrubs were everywhere, which were very important economic products of the local area.

The young Marquis of Northern Frontier had roughly guessed a lot of things. He looked down at the green vine on the ground near the fortification gate and the few small flowers that had just bloomed on the surface next to him, and couldn't help but mutter softly: "This is really...a big deal."

He could not guess the complete plan of His Majesty the Emperor, but he could guess that this should be a trump card, and a trump card that was forced to open in advance. The distorted army attacked the Sentinel Tower was an emergency, and the extinguishing of the magnificent wall was not in the plan. Therefore, this "living forest" that suddenly rose up to block the gap should not be to deal with this time. This card should have other uses, but now...

The extinguishing of the magnificent wall forced Ms. Belltila, who was originally spreading secretly into the depths of the wasteland, to emerge in advance, and exposed it to the eyes of the enemy in the posture of a living forest.

Fendir shook his head, not letting his thoughts go deeper, which was not something he could think about now.

The excitement and impulse when he just joined the army has been cooled by reality. This vast, uncontrollable battlefield beyond the knowledge taught in the school has allowed young people to clearly understand the real frontline of today's era and the difference in their imagination.

At this moment, a buzzing sound came from the inside of the bunker, mixed with the rustling sound of signal interference.

Fendir and the correspondents he led quickly looked at each other, turned around and ran into the bunker.

The Magic Network terminal that was urgently repaired was making vague and intermittent broadcasts, and the sound from the front-line command center was broadcasting all the soldiers on the entire defense line.

The broadcast content requires soldiers to take advantage of the short breathing time to quickly rest. Each department reports losses, transports the wounded, reorganizes the team, abandons the magnificent wall that has been completely extinguished and cannot be restarted, and rebuilds the defense line based on the just-appeared "Green Forest Barrier".

The general did not issue a rash counterattack and advance the wasteland in this sudden "victory" which made Fendir breathe a sigh of relief.

The retreat of the distorted legion is just a partial appearance. Hidden under the partial appearance, the possibility of the entire magnificent wall being completely out of control except for the Cecil line of defense, not to mention... that living forest cannot leave like an ordinary military unit.

Stabilizing and strengthening the defense line is the current top priority, and a successful counterattack is the next thing to consider.

"Sir..." A soldier's voice came from the side, interrupting Fendir's thoughts. The soldier looked at the "forest" not far away, which was shaking slightly in the wind, and muttered carefully, "This forest... is really our ally?"

"...The empire's army is changing with each passing day. Sometimes some unexpected friendly units suddenly pop up," Fendir didn't know how to explain what he had guessed to the soldier, so he could only force himself with a strange expression, "It's good that you get used to it. I've learned even stranger things in the non-commissioned school..."

"Yes?" The soldier twitched his lips, but he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the forest not far away, muttering in a low voice, "Then this is a bit too strange..."

"Stop talking, all the orders above have been dropped," Fendir shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Let's go back to the general base to report first... I have a premonition that all this has just begun."

...

The "living forest" that suddenly emerged near Sentinel Tower No. 98 is not only visible to the Cecils and the aberrants.

Its scale and scope even affected the Tifeng people's defense line.

In the east of the "Green Forest Barrier", on the top of a dangerous mountain ridge, Andesha Wendell, wearing a cloak, was standing in the cold wind, his eyes twitching at the "forest" that blocked the barrier gap.

"Cecilians...what did this make?"
Chapter completed!