As the raging flames rage among the mountains and forests, the dirty and deformed flesh and blood returned to the dust in the flames, and the polluted aura that spreads with the deformed creatures was finally stopped on this ancient land.

In the past few days, firepower from the ground and high altitudes has eliminated the distorted bodies that have blindly wandered after losing command with extremely high efficiency. When these monsters were removed in large quantities, the wastelandization process in the western part of Hongyu City began to fade. On the third day after Dawn of the World entered the battlefield, the flames in the Red Yu Forest gradually faded away - the cleaning and recovery of the battlefield began.

In the east of Hongyu Forest, above Wolf Ridge Mountain, a huge "Gorgon" aerial fortress hovered in the cold wind. This is a "outpost research ship" affiliated to the Empire Magic Energy Technology Department. On the wide chassis built by its alloy, standing is a composite building with a steep tower and an astronomical platform that looks completely different from conventional military facilities. At this moment, the main module of the building is in full power operation. The extended structure of the two wings of the main building opens the energy release grid, and light particles emitting light from the light emitting light are drifting in the high altitude at dawn. The mysterious light flow flows between the building and the wing plates along the magic structure, and lit up many sensing devices at the top of the building.

Against the background of the dim skylight at dawn, this outpost research ship flying in the air actually added a bit of amazing beauty due to the mysterious and mysterious flowing light. It floated like an artificial god with open wings above the devastated Wolf Ridge Mountain. The flowing light shone from its wings to the earth and then floated to the sky. These beautiful brilliances are obviously not decorations.

This "research ship" is collecting crucial data to monitor the magical environment changes of the entire land after the distortion evacuation. The fantastic streamers are the result of the interaction between its main detector and the chaotic magic in the environment. These data will play an extremely important role in the entire alliance's counterattack on the wasteland in the near future.

At the Outpost Research Ship Control Center, technicians are analyzing data coming from all over the place, while Marin Leslie, the highest technical officer of the sky fortress, stood in front of the main console, paying attention to the working status of the "ship" designed and supervised by him.

The voice of an assistant researcher came from the side, interrupting Marin Leslie's thoughts: "President of the think tank, this is the pollution reduction monitoring data that has just been summarized. Please take a look."

Marin woke up from the contemplation and took the data book handed over by his assistant - this is the data compiled by the master brain to analyze and print it directly. Compared with the hand-written form, it looks more intuitive, easy to understand, clear and beautiful. As his eyes move rapidly on this data, Marin's slightly frowning brow finally gradually relaxed.

"It seems that the waste pollution caused by the distortion is fading throughout the region... The extinction curve roughly matches our previous calculations. According to this progress, in less than a week, the surface area west of Wolf Ridge Mountain will be allowed to enter the venue."

"Yes, pollution fades quickly - it seems that as long as there are no aggregation of those distortions, wasteland pollution cannot last for too long in the natural environment," the assistant researcher said happily. "They have not been entrenched on this land for too long, and they have not had time to get the soil and deep groundwater highly toxic, and the high temperature flames have effectively offset the negative effects of those deformed organisms."

"...If the pollution in Gondor wasteland could disappear naturally, it would have been so easy," Marin's eyes remained on the form in her hand, but she couldn't help sighing, "Inside the wasteland, it's not easy for our frontline soldiers to drink a sip of clean water..."

He shook his head, put down the table in his hand, and at the same time he also put his attention back to the console in front of him - the main brain of the fortress in the sky was paying attention to the situation on the surface. The picture taken by the external monitor was presented in the holographic projection above the console. On that image, Marin could clearly see how devastated Wolf Ridge Mountain was after the war, and the most eye-catching were the abrupt depressions and sections on the mountain.

It was a huge "erosion" trace, just as if part of the mountain was cut off by some invisible force and erased. The terrible energy explosion destroyed the original rock layer there, leaving only the crystalline condensation layer flowing down from the edge of the sank pit. Around those "erosion" traces, ground explorers wearing heavy protective equipment can also be seen moving like ants, collecting first-hand data that cannot be detected from the air remote sensing.

Those explorers are also part of the ship-based force of this "outpost research ship". In addition to them, there are low-altitude single-person reconnaissance aircraft and the "Eye of the Mage" directly controlled by the mothership. All of this together form a huge three-dimensional detection system. They are the pride of Marin Leslie and one of his important reliance on this operation.

By the way, another important reliance on him was the ten main guns and twenty-six secondary guns carried on this "scientific research ship". Under the leadership of His Highness Rebecca, the researchers of the empire have always been full of martial ethics and love all kinds of big bangs, and their combat effectiveness is second only to medical personnel in the organization of auxiliary troops.

"...even if you see it with your own eyes, those traces are still amazing," Marin Leslie looked at the shocking erosion marks on Dragon Ridge Mountain, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "The destructive power of the supercritical accelerator is more than any conventional weapon in the past, and in my opinion even better than the Purgatory Molotov... To be honest, when I first followed His Highness Rebecca, I was just amazed at her wisdom and inspiration, but at that time I never thought that her wisdom could be transformed into such a terrible power."

"It is said that some shallow believers in the army began to disbelief after seeing the power of the supercritical accelerator," the assistant researcher said on the side with some sigh, "This can be regarded as the 'unexpected effect' of the supercritical accelerator."

"... When the limits of imagination in myths are not as good as the wonders created by human intelligence, myths will naturally lose their luster," Marin Leslie shook his head and whispered, "But this will work for shallow believers. Devout believers always have a hundred reasons to attribute everything to the power of God - they don't care whether the gods behind them are happy or not. Forget it, let's not talk about this, how long has the ground exploration team been going on?"

"It has been twelve hours since it has reached the limit of action," the assistant researcher immediately reported. "Now the pollution on the surface is subsided, and the Action Plan Group is discussing whether to extend the action time of each round of ground exploration..."

Marin Leslie thought for a moment and shook her head slightly: "I don't recommend doing this. We have already gained a foothold here. There is no need to replace the risk of the operation personnel in order to gain this efficiency. When this wave of ground teams returns, we will go to the next monitoring point."

"Yes, think tank chief."

Marin nodded, then looked up at a metal platform protruding from the ground not far away. The metal platform was roughly bulging triangle, and a transparent crystal container was fixed in the center. A huge brain was suspended in the center of the container, leisurely poking the bubbles floating in the biomass solution with its tentacles, and it looked very low.

"The main brain, keep alert to the surrounding areas and pre-charge the self-defense artillery. We will move to the eastern polluted area in an hour."

A synthetic voice that was biased towards young women immediately rang in the control center: "Yes, Marin, enhance the sense of danger, the fortress has good firepower, can be started at any time, and the engine is full of power..."

Hearing the voice from the main brain, the young assistant researcher couldn't help but secretly glance at the think tank next to him - to be honest, it was a bit strange to ask the main brain to set the speaker to a female tone. What's even more strange is that the think tank leader seemed to have used a lot of effort to adjust the language mode of the main brain. It is said that when he is alone, he would secretly chat with "this ship". This seems to be a unique situation in the entire aerospace fortress battle group. Most people on this "ship" suspect that this is related to the "personal aesthetic" of the think tank leader, but no one dares to say it...

But the young assistant researcher still occasionally couldn't help but have a slightly offensive thought: People can't, at least they shouldn't...

"What are you watching me?" Perhaps because I had been secretly watching for too long, the assistant researcher's gaze was finally noticed. Marin Leslie, who had become more and more bald in the past two years, couldn't help but turn his head and look at his assistant, "If you have any questions, ask."

The young assistant researcher suddenly became nervous and quickly drove out the thoughts in his mind that might double his workload. He thought hard before finding a topic that seemed less abrupt to divert the attention of the think tank: "What... think tank leader, I just suddenly felt... Isn't it a bit strange that we have a research facility like this that is equipped with dozens of magic cannons and rainbow light generators...?"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a steady and powerful hand pressing on his shoulder. As soon as he looked up, he saw Marin Leslie's deep vision and heard the words of wisdom from the think tanks coming into his ears:

"Young people, don't limit your attention to the desk. We sometimes need to 'go out' when doing research. You see, we have now walked out of the research institute and came to the front line of the wasteland - look at the dangerous mountains and dark wastelands around us. Although the monsters entrenched here seem to have been wiped out on the surface, who knows whether there is still danger hidden in the darkness? What a dangerous thing that suddenly comes out of the way..."

Marin Leslie said, his eyes falling on the slightly confused face of the young assistant researcher - this is a obviously young man with thick hair and not having enough love for Dabang. Such a young man obviously needs guidance, and this is the responsibility that a mature imperial researcher like him must bear.

“…So, it is very reasonable for imperial scholars like us to carry thirty-two fortress cannons with them when conducting field investigations…”

Assistant Researcher: “…?”

...

The leader of the ground operation team looked up at the sky and saw that the majestic "Air Research Institute" was quietly floating among the clouds. The morning light that scattered from the horizon was splashing on the edge of the chassis of the fortress in the sky. The golden red light that shone with the magic flow in the air was reflected, making it look particularly spectacular.

Although the 'Gorgon' flight platform looks inconspicuous when it is operating with Dawn of the World, if it is operated alone, they are all magnificent flying wonders.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze toward the sky and focused his attention on the work in front of him.

The thick personal protection suit isolates the cold north wind on Longji Mountain. The double-layer shield projected by the protection system resists potential pollution in the air. However, even with such thick and reliable protective equipment, the devastated pollution and traces of war around still make the operation team leader feel depressed.

The soil and rock surfaces are covered with disgusting purple-black "matter". The corrupt force leaves a large number of crisscrossing gullies on the surface of the mountain. The animals have disappeared. White bones can be seen between the cracks of the rocks. Only a large number of twisted and mutated remains of the plants. The fragments of dirty and suspicious biological tissues are coated between certain remains like mud. The destroyed orc defense fortifications can be seen scattered between scorched earth. The broken battle flags and weapons seem to have been weathered and decayed fortifications after thousands of years.

This is what happened to those abominable monsters after occupying a piece of land. Although their stay here was short, it had caused such shocking pollution. If the Dawn of the World arrived at the Western Front in time, such a terrible and miserable scene would undoubtedly sweep the entire Auguste, and even the entire Western continent.

A voice from an operation team member came from the side: "Captain, the sun has come out, and the fluctuations in the magic reading in the environment are getting bigger. We should be able to measure the last set of data."

The action team leader looked up at the distant horizon and saw the huge crown of the sun shining on the mountains - which meant that part of the action team's measurement work was about to end.

"I have just received the news from the air command center. We will return to the research ship in an hour," the operation team leader nodded, and a slightly dull voice came from under the thick surface armor. "After collecting the data, checking around to see if there are any missing clues."

The team members nodded, and their eyes turned not far ahead - in front of him, there was a huge "erosion" area. A piece of the entire mountain was "digged" out of thin air by huge energy, leaving behind a black depression that was almost round. The bottom of the pit still had residual heat rising at this moment, and the edge of the depression was a cooled crystalline black condensed substance, which looked spectacular and terrifying.

"This is the seventh impact drop point," the operation team leader said in a deep voice. "According to the battle report, it should be that the distorted legion suddenly lost control after the supercritical accelerator hits here... Commander Jinna and military staff all guessed that this should be the command node of those monsters."

"...It's a pity that nothing is left," the team member said with some regret. "It would be great if we could leave behind a few dark priests who were bombed and disabled, and we could also study more samples."

“There will always be something, anyway…”

As soon as the leader of the action team was halfway through his words, he was suddenly interrupted by a shout coming from not far away.

"Team leader! We seem to have found something useful!! Come and see what this is!"
Chapter completed!