Chapter 732 Crown of Red Lotus
Red robes fluttered, and in the dark crowd, red and black flags were flying high across the street. The flags had red volcano emblems and black banners. Soldiers lined up in full gear and stood straight. They formed a straight black wall on both sides of the street, isolating the inside and the outside. In the middle of the street, priests in bright red robes stepped forward. They were all members of the Red Death Cult, with strength above Sequence 4, and there were many Sequence 6 elites among them.
Looking down from the sky, it was like a bright red long band suddenly appeared in the mixed and mottled colors. It slowly moved forward like a river and stepped into the ancient city where huge trees stood.
This is the planet where the World Tree of the Twin Trees star field lives, the hometown of Isanissa, the Flower of Golden Flame, and the former capital of the Rose Federation. The two huge World Trees on the planet that covered the sky supported the ecosystem of the planet. They were almost the symbol of the Federation in the past, and the witness of the friendship between humans and elves.
Facing the army that came to capture the White Rose Harp Isainessa, the original inhabitants of the planet showed extremely suppressed silence, like the silence before the storm. At this time, rows of autonomous units carrying weapons slowly flew across the sky. They followed the team forward, and the observation devices on the autonomous units also monitored everything on the earth, ready to deal with possible riots at any time.
Even within the faction that supports the Volcano Queen Purinkoko, it takes great courage to be the first group of personnel to descend on the World Tree planet. Everyone knows that it is the base camp of the elves in the Federation and is also occupied by the oldest elf family. If they knew that the White Rose Harp Ewen Qilin was hiding here before the coup, the coup would only be delayed and would not be implemented at all.
But the arrow has to be shot, and it is too late to give up now. Once something is done, there is no way back. Giving up halfway is equivalent to surrendering.
The only thing to be thankful for is that 'White Rose Harp' Ewenkilin is not a pure-blooded elf. Although the Landsworth family she was born into has a close relationship with the elves, it is not a core family in the elf faction. If the one to be captured today is 'Silver Sky Snow' Orles, then the troops deployed will be more than these. At least millions of fully armed ground combat troops will be needed to ensure that the forces that can break through the obstacles in the capture process can be guaranteed.
Whether to save 'White Rose Harp' Ewenkilin or not, the elves are also somewhat hesitant and shaken at this moment. Now they are at a disadvantage. If they must fight, there will inevitably be many sacrifices. More importantly, 'Silver Sky Snow' Orles is still alive. If Orles really died in the civil war seven years ago, then the elves have no choice but to save Ewenkilin, who is the closest to the Sunday-level singer.
The elves have lived on this planet for thousands of years. Most of them have not experienced the darkness of the Fifth Era, but are the survivors of the bright Fourth Era. Because of the rise of Isainessa, they directly transitioned to the Sixth Era. This is certainly a kind of luck, allowing the elves to maintain their heritage and vitality, but the disadvantage is that they lack the iron-blooded spirit of the human faction that is desperate and goes against the current.
The long lifespan gives them more choices and makes them patient, without deliberately pursuing immediate interests. The distance from the end of their lifespan also makes them cherish life more. These are excellent qualities in peacetime. The reputation of the elves in the Federation has always been good, but in the era of rapid historical changes, the actions of the elves are far less decisive than those of humans.
They failed to stand in the civil war four hundred years ago. Since then, the power of the highest level of the Federation began to slip from the hands of the elf faction. The decree of Aimuralin's relocation of the capital has made the political center of the Federation out of the control of the elves. If it were not for the lingering grace of Isainessa, the "Flower of Golden Flame", the elves should have been completely excluded from the political core of the Federation four hundred years ago.
The elves, with less than 1% of the population, occupy nearly 20% of the core resources of the Federation, which is the root of all these conflicts.
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"The flame is advancing!"
"The laws of the Federation are unstoppable!"
"This is the firewood to ignite the future!"
The red and black flags were raised high, like long spears in formation, breaking through the waves in the sea of people.
Behind the black human wall, the original residents of the "World Tree" planet watched this scene silently, some with fear in their eyes, some with anxiety, some with hatred, and some with pain and repression.
Gradually, the crowd began to change. Some retreated step by step with uneasiness, some crowded forward, and some stood there at a loss, with a kind of misunderstanding of reality. Isn't this the Rose Federation? Isn't it the peaceful and prosperous era since the Sixth Era? Why did all this happen before my eyes?
Poverty and suffering have nothing to do with this planet. This planet has always been a beautiful planet in the Federation. Many buildings and trees from the early Fourth Era are still standing. Richness and beauty have always been synonymous with this place.
Facing the army that stepped into the core area of the World Tree step by step, the crowd finally broke out into a fierce roar.
"They are desecrating the resting place of Her Highness Isenissa. They are traitors of the Federation!" This voice broke the silence, like a thunderous explosion.
Then the crowd became chaotic, and people kept pushing forward and squeezing, trying to cut off the advancing team. Various roars and shouts spread among the crowd, as if the tranquil lake surface suddenly turned into a boiling pot, and countless boiling oil droplets exploded.
In the sky, the rows of flying autonomous units were all scattered at this moment. The high-speed cameras below them were turned on, and while rotating rapidly, they locked onto the radical elements in the crowd below. After being assigned and aimed by the high-level AI connected to the network, tiny anesthetic bullets were quickly fired from the built-in barrels.
Like mosquito bites, these tiny ammunition passed through the air, sank into the protesters' necks or skin, and disappeared.
Soon, a heavy feeling of dizziness came over them, making these people unstable, and they fell to the ground with unbalanced hands and feet, and fainted.
Ding, ding, ding...
the dense sound of shooting continued to ring in the sky. The autonomous units that kept flying and adjusting their vision and angles were like mosquitoes all over the sky, anesthetizing the ordinary people with low strength below and making them unconscious.
However, there were also high-level extraordinary people that these autonomous units could not deal with. Their overflowing magic power formed a standard isolation shield on the outside of their bodies, making the anesthetic bullets with weak penetration like hitting a steel plate, making a crisp cracking and collision sound.
The chaotic airflow blew up in the area at the foot of the world tree, like a heavy hammer hitting the autonomous units in the sky, causing them to collide with each other and burst into broken sparks. After that, the airflow became more and more violent, like a huge tornado rising from the ground, engulfing all the small machines suspended in the air and crushing each other.
In the strong wind, hundreds of red-clad warriors quickly passed through the chaotic crowd. They were fully armed, and the circular goggles covering their eyes allowed them to accurately mark the targets in the crowd. Then they drew out their lightsabers and ignited them in their hands. The fierce and hot blades rushed out with a buzzing sound, and as they swung, they pierced through the people who interfered with the scene.
Extraordinary times call for extraordinary actions. Showing mercy at this time is not the style of a winner.
The first bleeding life fell heavily to the ground, his body was burnt and black-red blood flowed on the ground, followed by more shouting and screaming. Many people who were rash and unprepared looked at this scene in horror.
They never thought that their protest and disruptive behavior would really be attacked. They thought it was just anesthesia and dispersal at most. Could there really be someone who dared to shoot here?
"This is... the hometown of Her Highness Isanissa..." Covering the wound on his abdomen, he slowly fell down with astonishment and confusion.
When someone died at the scene, the ordinary people who gathered finally began to realize that something was wrong. They began to flee in panic and never dared to approach the moving team again.
The hurried footsteps spread on the ground, and trampling occurred one after another. The panic spread rapidly among the crowd. Even if there were many people who were unaware of the situation in the back, they saw this scene and hurriedly followed and ran.
Faced with such a situation, the combatants who had been extremely nervous also breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, the scene not long ago not only made the audience feel depressed, they were also very nervous. Once the hundreds of thousands of people on the scene rioted, with their current military strength, they might really be overwhelmed and the operation would fail.
Fortunately, these local residents who had been living in comfort for a long time did not have the belief of fighting to the death, nor did they have enough people to organize and guide them behind the scenes. They simply behaved in a disorderly manner according to their emotions.
The way forward was suddenly clear at this moment. Facing this brief gap, the high-level officers of the Advent Operation decisively ordered the combat teams to advance at full speed to block and occupy the core streets and areas of the "World Tree" residential planet.
Troop carriers and shuttles swarmed through the shade of the trees under the World Tree and entered it. Every time they arrived at a place, these units jumped out of a team of soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor. They built blocking facilities on the spot to control and block this area.
On the radar screen, the orange-yellow light spots symbolizing the troop carrier units advanced one by one, and then sprinkled countless light red dots. They gradually dyed the emerald blue map into a fiery red.
Outside the planet, inside the magnificent starship, the commanding general stared at this scene closely, and finally loosened his wrists a little.
At least everything is still under control for now.
"The song festivals sent a communication, indicating that each node has been completed." The adjutant on the side reminded with a nervous mood.
"I understand." The general took a deep breath.
"Deploy the last batch of combat forces and have the ground troops begin to prepare."
"Yes."
On the planet, when those fully armed soldiers poured into the core area of the World Tree, they finally aroused the anger of some of the elves who had lived there for a long time, and fighting and conflict began to break out.
Emerald fireflies shuttled between the magnificent canopy of the World Tree, and then suddenly appeared. Behind these petite figures were transparent wings similar to those of dragonflies and cicadas. When the wings flew through the sunlight in the forest, they reflected a faint rainbow halo.
After a certain point, their flying speed suddenly increased, and the whole figure became blurred like a phantom. In the end, only the remaining traces of emerald fireflies could be seen in the shade of the forest.
These emerald figures passed through the sky and the ground like a gust of invisible wind, and then in every corner they passed, many autonomous units shattered and crashed, and the soldiers' eyes went black, and then they fell to the ground, and the exoskeleton armor on their bodies also shattered into fragments.
In ancient myths and legends, fairies and elves live together under the World Tree, and this planet is the only world in the Federation where the fairies gather. They follow the ancient covenant and guard the World Tree. This is also their natural paradise.
As the last masterpiece of the "Sun of the Wings of God", fairies have speed and reaction ability far beyond other races, and their bodies are extremely adapted to the natural sequence. If it were not for their birth and growth being very difficult, perhaps they would be the best fighting race in the Federation, although they are not tyrannical by nature, but love a quiet and comfortable life.
Facing the blowing of the fairy wind, the team entering the World Tree field encountered great resistance, and many nodes began to lose contact on the radar. Even with the support of the elite members of the "Red Death Cult", they could not stop these figures like streamers.
Inspired by such a scene, more and more elf factions entrenched under the World Tree began to take action. They also descended from the high tree canopy, waving their emerald and shining wings, rushing into the battlefield below, hindering those teams entering the holy land.
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The golden rapier formed a flower in the air, and then collided with the red lightsaber, emitting dazzling sparks. The sword retreated rapidly, and then stabbed out again, like a dazzling kaleidoscope, making it difficult to see the trajectory.
The metal rapier pierced through the robe and inner armor, piercing a small blood flower on the opponent's body. Then the red warrior on the opposite side began to stand unsteadily, and he felt a tingling sensation spreading along the wound to his whole body.
"The sword is poisonous. You are from the 'Golden Thorn Poison' faction..." He covered the wound and burned the wound and surrounding tissues with high temperature, trying to forcibly prevent the spread of the poison.
"That's right." The opponent retracted the rapier, rolled back, and then stood lightly on the branch, revealing the pointed ears under the golden hair.
"You 'Red Death God Cult' are still as useless as before." The opponent's words were mocking and contemptuous.
Forced to stand up, the red warrior took out a special potion from his pocket and drank it, then stared at the opponent with his eyes as fierce as fire, and once again held the lightsaber horizontally in front of him.
"It's not your turn to judge us, you pointy-eared guy. You're just a waste of money!" He spat out a mouthful of black blood, and then rushed forward again.
The lightsaber in his hand burst into flames, and then his body jumped up quickly, as if a red hyena afterimage flashed across his legs. Then he used the branches hanging around to ricochet forward, approaching with a flexible movement trajectory that surprised the opponent. The golden
rapier swung again, and the tiny golden sword flowers collided with the violently burning lightsaber. After several rounds, the red warrior had more than a dozen bloody wounds on his body, and his red clothes were stained dark red and almost black by the burnt blood.
However, the opponent was not much better. The golden rapier was now covered with burnt and broken teeth marks, as if it would break at any time, and the elf also had a half-meter-long black and red gap on his shoulder, which was still emitting a faint blue smoke.
The wounded elf gasped, paused for 1 second, and rushed out again. The golden rapier with a strange trajectory instantly pierced the heart of the red warrior. White hot air emerged from the broken blade, and then it was pulled back suddenly, bringing a stream of dark red blood.
The body had long been soaked in toxins and could not feel pain. The red warrior fell heavily to the ground. He still tried to struggle, but at this time he could only twist and wriggle on the ground a little.
We are the red angels of death, the flames that always move forward...
Four hundred years ago, when Aimulalin launched the reform, the 'Red Death Cult' joined it with the most resolute attitude, and defeated the 'Saint Blue Cross Cult' in a tyrannical way in the civil war. That incident made the extraordinary faction bear the infamy of cruelty and tyranny, but countless people also believed that this was the flame necessary to reform the world.
In the sky covered by the World Tree, the red glow slowly descended. The flame, like the world's first tear, slowly descended from the sky, tearing open the calm and blue sky, revealing the darkness and distance of outer space.
Above this vast and endless starry sky, countless fiery red threads descended, layer upon layer, rising step by step, like red lotuses, or like a brilliant sunset.
The red sun crown slowly gazed at this world.
(End of this chapter)
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