Back to the defense line

Hearing the sound, the people holding them took a step back and let go of their hands.

The soles of the boots made a sticky sound when they stepped on the ground, and the dark gold light shone like a gem. The two were stunned for a moment before they realized that it was each other's eyes.

What emerged from the darkness was a face that was handsome to the point of being aggressive, with blood running down his cheeks, making his brow bones look high and his features deep.

"You scared them."

After the voice said the second sentence, the two realized that there was a young man following behind them. His warm hair and eyes gave him a refreshing temperament, and his cross crystal earrings gave him a hint of unruly air. He was only as tall as the former's neck, and he had an indescribable aura around him, appearing gentle and mysterious.

"This is terrible. If I don't get treatment, I'm going to be in trouble."

He briefly examined the injuries of the two men, then bent over and placed his palms on the wounds. The two men felt their wounds go numb, and soft, translucent roots grew into their flesh, closing the wounds.

The boy moved his hand away: "Can you stand up?"

The two of them stood up, leaning on each other, and thanked them cautiously: "Thank you, are you the bloodline master who came to support us?"

"That's right. We came from deeper in the fog. When we passed by, we found someone breaking out here, so we came to help."

"It's the captain!" The two men suddenly became excited. "Have you met them? Are they okay? Are they injured?"

"It wasn't a good situation when they were found, but don't worry, they are safe now."

It was not until they came out of the underground that they realized what the other person meant by "safety".

The ground was full of corpses of monsters, as if they had just experienced a massacre. The land soaked in liquid was a dark red color, and it felt sticky when stepped on. The townspeople who had left earlier were standing not far away. When they saw them, they breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over.

"Is everyone okay?"

"No, it's just..."

The person who was about to leave earlier was hesitant to speak, and pointed to the sky with an unknown feeling. Several people in black clothes patrolled the nail town, and the soles of their boots spewed floating flames. This scene made the two people who just crawled out of the ground dumbfounded. They had never seen such advanced technology before.

"Mechanic, what's going on?"

The linen-haired boy looked up and shouted a greeting. Suddenly, a monster fell from above in front of everyone and shattered into pulp with a bang.

"No. 2 and his team are searching for any more monsters. Here is the machinery that was brought in earlier. It's really helpful right now."

A hoarse voice reached their ears, and a slim figure wrapped in a black windbreaker appeared in front of them. As soon as they arrived at the nail town, Mason called out several androids from the mirror, and the mechanic transformed them, cooperating with Oleus to clear all the monsters in the town with fierce firepower. The mechanic collected the damaged weapons and used his own abilities to transform them again.

"The bodies have been placed in place. Let's burn them before we leave. There are no other signs of life in the town except for these few people."

The surviving people in Nail Town turned pale upon hearing this. Even though they were prepared, they still couldn't hide their grief. Mason didn't provoke them anymore, and asked instead: "What's the situation at the border?"

The townspeople braced themselves and said, "The situation on the defense line is not good. First, there was a problem with the commander, and then the concentration of the black fog increased rapidly, triggering the ferocity of the monsters. Many towns have already fallen. Under the orders of several dukes, the black fog defense line has further shrunk in the past few days. Fortunately, with the support of the bloodline people who were transferred here earlier, we can still bear the offensive."

Mason frowned. "Who is the commander now after the problem with the Brainworm Bloodline?"

"The supreme commander is on sick leave, and the leadership is now being taken by the staff and nobles."

During a brief question-and-answer session, Mason learned about the recent situation at the Dark Border.

After the death of the head of the Brainworm family, not only the Brainworm bloodline of Partington, but also the Brainworm bloodline in the entire human territory were affected to varying degrees, especially the border areas.

Brainworm Bloodline has always served as the commander of the battle. Many Bloodline suddenly fell down or fell into chaos during the battle, and some were even directly mutated, which brought a heavy blow to the war situation.

With the departure of the highest commander, the entire Black Fog border continued to shrink, abandoning most of the border towns and concentrating the main combat power in the border cities in the west.

These cities have established complete defense facilities. Further in are the cities where western residents live. Once monsters invade, the consequences will be disastrous.

Mason made a prompt decision: "Mechanic, we need to get the injured back to the defense line."

"Since it is the employer's request, then of course there is no problem."

The mechanic called down the machines in the sky, forming a large mechanical carpet to take on the heavy responsibility of transportation. She made an inviting gesture to the townspeople: "Come in."

The latter swallowed their saliva. This method was completely beyond their imagination. Several people climbed onto the device that was as flat as a bed board one by one, and the mechanic sat on it as well. He seemed to be stretching his waist carelessly, but in fact he directly connected his consciousness to the transport device and relied on this method to operate the machine.

As soon as you fly into the air, you can see the surroundings clearly. Compared with before, even the black fog at the edge of the defense line is much denser. The monsters near the nail town have been cleared out, and you can vaguely see moving shadows in the distance. The dark monsters are as small as sesame seeds, and the number is terrifying. It is hard to imagine the consequences of facing them directly.

"Are we going to take this back?" One of the nail guards hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but persuade them. "There are more monsters rushing to the other side of the defense line, and there are many flying monsters. Once they are shot down, they will become food. Let's try another method."

The flax-haired boy spoke up: "Don't worry, No. 2, you lead the others to lure the monster away."

The silent man took a few people down without hesitation, and soon the roar of monsters was heard. A large number of monsters jumped past from under the flying carpet, greedily chasing the bait.

The townspeople's eyes flashed with sorrow. It was obvious that those people were not bloodline people. Even if they were carrying a newly developed device, so what? This time they must be using themselves as bait to help them escape.

The two seriously injured townspeople could not help but plead, "Sir, please let us go together. We can also be bait!"

Mason looked at them strangely and rejected the request without hesitation: "The injured should rest well. It's not time for you to play yet."

"But..." Even if those people are all bloodline people, there are too many monsters.

The captain shook his head at them. Since they were the ones who were rescued, they had to obey orders. The boy smiled slightly: "Don't worry, No. 2 and the others will be fine."

Little did they know that after the monster had run a long way, No. 2 signaled the other androids to stop. They turned to face the salivating monster, with no expression on their faces.

"That's all you need to do. Throw away your coat."

Following an order, the androids threw away their bloodstained coats in unison.

This was Mason's idea. The monster was very sensitive to the smell of blood, so the clothes of the android were stained with blood to deliberately attract the monster away.

Facing the monsters that were fighting for their clothes, all the androids turned their arms around, revealing their heavy metal muzzles. Bright flames gradually lit up, pouring down towards the monsters without hesitation.

“Bang!!”

A huge explosion sounded from far away, mixed with the roar and scream of the monster. The people in the town were startled and they forcibly put away the sad expressions on their faces.

Is it that they don't realize that those people are so powerful?

They looked at each other and listened to the young man continue to give orders in an orderly manner.

"Orelius, you are on guard."

The red-haired young man casually grasped an ordinary sword and looked around with sharp eyes. The resources in the town of Nail were limited, and after making the flying carpet, there were no means of attack left, so it had to rely on manpower to make up for it.

With the cooperation of both parties, the flying carpet flew towards the direction of the human city. Team No. 2 attracted most of the attention. Occasionally, flying monsters were attracted and killed by Oreius in time. Soon, the flying monster army was surpassed and arrived at the nearest city where humans lived.

The ground was charred black by fire and blood. The lead-gray walls were full of holes and stained with blood. The soldiers on the watchtower were exhausted. When they saw the shadow in the sky, they immediately thought they were facing a powerful enemy and were ready to report the news.

To avoid misunderstanding, the flying carpet landed outside the city. The soldier in charge of the alert shouted: "Stop! Don't go any further!"

Captain Nail Town spoke up: "Let me do it, sir. I have communicated with them before."

After some communication, the soldier finally agreed to call the person in charge, who quickly recognized Oreius, a famous man who had made great contributions in the Black Mist Border.

"Mr. Aurelius, what brings you here?"

The bloodline member who came to confirm his identity touched his head and introduced himself shyly.

"I was a member of the Brattom family when the Trial of the Twelve Round Tables was held in the East. I saw you then."

"Then I'll leave it to you. We've brought back important intelligence. These are the people we rescued along the way."

"So that's how it is, please come in!"

The person walking with Oreius might be an important young noble. The young man quickly recalled the face in his mind, and although he couldn't find the right one, he still followed the etiquette.

The heavy door opened, revealing the scene inside. People walking on the road were in a hurry, and most of them were fully armed. The civilians seemed to have been sent to the rear. The whole city was shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

"Half of the troops in this city are local troops from the west, and the other half are reinforcements transferred from other regions. The wartime commander is in the Viscount's mansion. I will take a few of them there now, and someone will come to take care of the wounded."

Someone led the nail-studded people away. Mason shook his head: "There's no rush. Is there a large open space?"

"...space?"

Although he didn't understand what it meant, the bloodline of the Brattom family nodded and led them to an empty square not far from the city wall.

"This is a training ground used for private soldier training. It can accommodate 8,000 people, which should be enough to meet your needs."

"That's enough."

The water shimmered and sparkled, and an illusory mirror of water spread out from under the boy's feet, covering the entire ground. Under the shocked gaze of the Bloodline, noisy voices accompanied by countless figures suddenly appeared in the square.