Chapter 621 The Great Migration

Several days later, Zambra Iron Falls Province.

This place was once one of the most prosperous mechanical cities in the southern part of the Mafa Empire. However, because the connection point to the Celestial God Plane's passage was located here, this metropolis became the first city in the Alchemy Plane to fall.

The mechanical city, once inhabited by millions, was now utterly silent.

The city was scarred by the ravages of war: collapsed buildings, crater-like explosion sites, and the charred remains of fires... a scene of utter devastation.

Everything related to mechanics and alchemy in the city had been destroyed. The motorcycles and mechanical devices that were once commonplace on the streets had become scrap metal, and even discussing them was forbidden.

Only one new structure stood: a white stone statue, several hundred meters tall, in the city's central square.

It was early morning, and with the sound of a long, drawn-out bell, ragged people emerged from the ruins. They put down everything they were doing and prayed devoutly toward the statue.

These were not mages from the Celestial God Plane, but the original inhabitants of Zambra Iron Falls Province.

After the outbreak of the war, not everyone was able to escape. The elderly, the weak, women, and children were always the first to be sacrificed.

They were trapped in the city.

The mages from the Celestial God Plane spread the faith of the Outer Gods among them, requiring them to pray daily.

Only in this way could they survive.

If there were no external interference, then, perhaps after many years, the original inhabitants here would completely seal the memory of the once glorious mechanical alchemy civilization deep within their minds, and thus become devout believers in the Outer Gods.

......

At this moment, on a hillside a dozen kilometers outside the city.

Two people were using monoculars to observe everything in the city.

Several kilometers southwest of Zambra Iron Falls was a mountainous area where a blue pillar of light, several kilometers in diameter, was projected from the sky onto the ground, like a giant pillar supporting the heavens and the earth.

Through the monocular, one could see layers of magical restrictions applied near the pillar of light, as well as a dense array of magic towers.

Seven-story, eight-story, nine-story, and even ten-story magic towers.

The number of stories of a magic tower also meant the upper limit of the magical fluctuations it could bear.

A ten-story magic tower was roughly equivalent to the magical fluctuations of a demigod level.

Moreover, these magic towers were connected together, clearly corresponding to some kind of ultra-level magic array.

The magical fluctuations on the array were visibly thick, giving people a sense of indestructible oppression.

Seeing this, Suren put down the monocular in his hand and sighed slightly, "The Plane Passage there is the 'Alphat Magic Tower Array,' said to be an ultra-level array possessing the power of the gods. It's almost impossible to destroy it by force."

Hearing this, Mister Mirror, who was next to him, wasn't surprised. He remained silent.

Suren originally wanted to come over to see if he could find a chance.

But now he confirmed that there was no chance at all.

It was because he understood the magical system of the Celestial God Plane that he knew there was no chance at all.

With this kind of array integrated with magic towers, even a hundred of him might not be able to break it open.

The scale had already reached a qualitative change, and these arrays were also the foundation of the Celestial God Plane.

After a long silence, neither of them spoke. ...Looking at the suffering people in the city, a strange look flashed in Mister Mirror's eyes, and she said:

Saying that, she paused for a moment, her gaze looking into the distance, becoming more and more profound, and then said:

Ordinary people were still immersed in the joy of the great victory of the past few days, but only those at the top levels of the Alchemy Plane knew that the relief of pressure was only temporary. The real crisis would inevitably descend in the near future.

Suren nodded when he heard this.

He raised his eyebrows slightly:

Mister Mirror frowned slightly and also said:

Suren shrugged as he listened.

His currently understood Omniscient Eye could understand some of it, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

These Plane Passages were established during the most glorious period of the Alchemy Civilization.

Back then, those powerful alchemists had the strength to suppress all planes, and the passages were convenient for them. But the current Alchemy Civilization had declined, and without even a God-level being, it was impossible to touch the Plane Passage, a domain of the gods.

The key to the passage had fallen into Suren's hands, but he couldn't unilaterally close this Plane Passage.

Within that limited level of understanding, Suren had a deep sense of powerlessness, as if the power in his hand was a thin thread, but he had to use it to mend a rushing river.

He had the will, but his strength was far from enough.

Obviously, this problem couldn't be solved for the time being, and the two didn't dwell on it too much.

They didn't come here to solve the problem of the Plane Passage in the first place.

They had another purpose.

Suren changed the subject and said directly:

He had previously stripped the memories of those three Law Saints, and also knew a lot of the inside story of the descent.

Now he came over to see the situation of the Plane Passage, originally to calculate the approximate future situation.

Hearing this, Mister Mirror's eyebrows also relaxed slightly.

A sharp glint flashed in her crystal eyes, and she said softly: "The top priority is to migrate as many people from Mafa to Luying as possible. Population is the cornerstone of civilization and the most important link in inheritance. Now is the last chance...."

As they spoke, the two had already disappeared.

......

Half a month later.

Hebitson, the largest city on the northwestern coastline of Mafa, had the largest deep-water port in northern Mafa.

Since the last time the joint fleet had destroyed all the naval defenses that the Celestial God Plane had painstakingly built, naval supremacy had always been on the side of the United Empire.

The 10,000-man magic regiment stationed in Hebitson had no supplies, and after holding out for a few months, it also withdrew.

Now, this ruined city was one of the few gathering places for the Mafa resistance army.

Just half a month ago, after the Battle of Claimington, these people fighting far away in Mafa also received great news, that the Empire had sent a fleet to pick them up.

This gave all the people on the front lines hope for survival.

In just half a month, tens of millions of people had poured into this port city from all directions.

The Plane Invasion had been too sudden, and the Mafa Empire had a large population, so it was impossible to transfer everyone in a short period of time.

The first to be migrated were mostly mechanical engineers, necessary construction personnel, and women and children.

A large number of troops and ordinary residents were left in Mafa.

After the city was broken, they could only scatter in the mountains to fight guerrilla warfare. ...Now that there was an opportunity, the United Empire immediately sent a large number of ships to pick people up.

Night fell.

The sky was full of stars, and the night was charming.

In a camp ten miles outside Hebitson, the bonfire was burning brightly. A steam motorcycle sped in from the suburbs.

Seeing the motorcycle approaching, the sentry on the high wall shouted from a distance: "This is the Hebitson outpost, friends in front, please show your identification."

Suren stopped the motorcycle, and Mister Mirror, who was riding in the back seat, also took off her helmet. As soon as the two casually undid a piece of their biomechanical armor, the dozens of cautious eyes on the wall immediately relaxed. !

Seeing this, the sentry immediately said: "Okay, you can enter. Open the gate!" The camp gate slowly opened.

This was to prevent the enemy from sneaking in.

But in fact, the mages of the Celestial God Plane were easy to identify. Mages had no mechanical modifications or alchemical armor. Their faith prevented them from even touching any alchemical products.

So from the moment the sentries saw Suren and his companion riding the motorcycle, they had already identified them. Da Feng Novel Network

Moreover, mages without an army were not much of a threat.

Suren and his companion rode into the camp.

This was the base of an anti-Imperial alliance called .

They were camped here to provide defense for the civilians in Hebitson.

Suren and Mister Mirror had come this time because they had received definite news that the mages of the Celestial God Plane would wait for the fleet to arrive tomorrow and launch a surprise attack on Hebitson.

......

The two parked their vehicle and walked into the camp.

The camp had concentrated resistance forces from all directions in the past half month, probably tens of thousands of people.

It was like a small war town, very lively.

There were regular troops, adventurers, mechanical modification enthusiasts... The people on the street all carried various mechanical weapons, and the models were also very diverse.

The most numerous in the camp were various mechanical modification shops and supply shops. Various guns and ammunition were casually placed in front of the shops, piled up like mountains.

Then there were a few simple taverns open for business.

Even though the taverns were very simple, they were one of the few pastimes for the resistance fighters, and they were crowded with people.

Suren and Mister Mirror walked into the camp all the way, and there was nowhere to go, so they just found a tavern and ordered some beer.

In the current situation, beer was a hard currency, and the price was very high. Being able to drink it was a luxury.

The two sat in a corner and had nothing to do, so they listened to people's excited chatter.

Suren and Mister Mirror were surprised to find that the most conspicuous place on the tavern bar was actually a copy of the "Lingdun Daily" from half a month ago.

They didn't know where those guys got it from.

But the photos of the members of the Dawn Organization on the front page were particularly eye-catching.

When people talked about Dawn, it was as if they had found some kind of spiritual sustenance, and they talked endlessly.

Not long after sitting down, they heard a loud-voiced, bearded man drinking beer and excitedly talking about the latest news he had just received:

As soon as he said this, the tavern seemed to explode, and everyone immediately became excited.

"Oh, we've finally waited. I thought the Empire had abandoned us. Hahaha... I can finally see my little Jimmy again!"

"Don't blame the Empire, everyone. If the royal family hadn't decisively ordered the destruction of the major shipyards back then, those mages from the Celestial God Plane would have already used our warships to attack the hinterland of Luying. If that were the case, our Alchemy Civilization would really not have any chance to make a comeback. You may not know that the situation in the occupied areas is very bad now. Those guys from the Celestial God Plane have destroyed all traces of the Alchemy Civilization, and they are forcibly making the living believe in those Outer Gods. Humph! The only thing we alchemists believe in is the truth, and machinery is power, so how could we believe in those false Outer Gods"...."Yes. Even if there were ships before, we wouldn't dare to come and pick us up. In case it was snatched by the mages of the Celestial God Plane, we wouldn't even have our last bit of pure land for survival. Now that the Empire has recovered, it's here to pick us up."

"Um. Before, we "

"The Red Knights Knightly Order" was dispersed by the mages, and the surviving people were driven to the northern mountains. We only came out of the mountains the day before yesterday."

"Then it's no wonder. You haven't heard that "Dawn" just killed three ninth-order Law Saints"" "The ninth-order Law Saints were killed by our people"

The more everyone said, the more excited they became.

Suren and Mister Mirror in the corner had slightly strange expressions as they listened.

Originally, the newspapers had some exaggerated descriptions for the sake of publicity.

Now that it had spread here, the people in the Dawn Group in people's mouths seemed to have become god-like masters.

The two looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

But the atmosphere was very warm, and people were blowing harder and harder.

When they were excited, the bearded man who brought the news before also greeted the whole tavern:

The tavern instantly responded excitedly:

Suren was also infected by the atmosphere, raised his glass, and gestured to Mister Mirror opposite him:

Mister Mirror's expression was slightly stunned, as if she had some difficulties. But in an instant, she smiled faintly:

Saying that, she picked up the large wooden wine glass and drank the wine.

Suren gulped it down in one gulp, and turned back to see Mister Mirror raising her slender neck and drinking. A little bit of water overflowed from the corner of her mouth and slid down on his fair skin, crystal clear under the light of the fire.

Suren realized that it seemed to be the first time he had seen his senior sister drinking beer in large gulps.

As elegant as ever.

After drinking for a while, the two just set up a tent in the camp and meditated to rest. One night passed quickly.

......

The next day.

Early in the morning, the camp suddenly boiled.

"The ship is coming! The ship that the Empire is here to pick us up is coming!"

"My God, at least a thousand ships have come, so densely packed that you can't see the end!"

I don't know who shouted first, and suddenly, tens of thousands of people in the entire camp were awakened.

People climbed up the high tower and used telescopes to look at the sea in the west.

When they saw the dense ships on the horizon heading towards the port, everyone was excited.

It was not just the tens of thousands of people at the outpost, but also the tens of millions of people in Hebitson in the distance.

There were ultra-large cruise ships, warships, giant cargo ships... and the joint fleet and the Eternal Night escorting them.

Suren and Mister Mirror were not surprised at all.

Because the date of the ships' arrival was still communicated with them.

Only with them there would the United Empire really dare to bring so many ships to pick people up.

The two woke up from meditation and walked out of the tent.

But their faces were not looking at the sea in the west, but at the east.

In the communicator, the Empire's intelligence organization had reported the enemy's latest movements.

Suren raised his eyebrows and said:

Mister Mirror said:

Suren smiled:

Mister

Mirror gazed into the distance with blurred and distant eyes, "Yes. This time, we should be able to transport a large number of people to Luying."

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