Although external enemies are invading, the dragon is eyeing us, the Demon Clan holds the ultimate nuclear bomb, and the Black Fog is spreading without resolution, it can be said that this is the worst era in a thousand years on this continent, almost catching up to the former Golden Age, but Lind believes that this is also one of the most vibrant eras.
Due to the explosive development of technology, there are people who retain the pure knightly spirit while wielding modern weapons in a magical scene. This era indeed has all kinds of problems, such as rampant profiteers, swindlers everywhere, and schemers crazily harvesting ordinary people by exploiting information gaps from the new era. Many have not adapted to the life of the new era, but similarly, these pure-hearted people are willing to step into this chaotic place because of Lind’s words and fight for the so-called future of humanity.
They do not even consider whether it is true or what happens if it can’t be solved. People gather together for the sake of saving their future because of a single phrase.
Watching the black mud below, like an ocean, Lind shook his head. Perhaps every era does not lack such brave individuals; it’s just that the times did not give them a chance to show themselves.
“People of the Northern Border, soldiers of An Zhu!”
With soldiers following Lind into the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, the battlefield was continually filled with artillery fire that appeared out of nowhere, successfully blocking the attacks of the black sludge like a tide.
“This is our last line of defense as humans. We fight not just for the gods but for ourselves!”
Lind pointed his sword forward and said, “If we retreat, more and more people will fall into madness, the gods will falter, and the heavens and earth will lament! At that time, everyone will have nowhere to escape!”
“And the heavens will be where we answer everyone’s prayers! We do not fight for glory! We do not fight for ourselves! We will fight bloody battles for the last hope of humanity! We have no way back, only forward! Our names will be etched in history, and our blood will ignite the torch of the future!”
Lind’s words were like an incantation, making all the soldiers surge forward like an ark resisting the waves toward the corrosive black mud.
Even the remaining members of the Tower were infected; those high-ranking members who had resisted erosion for a long time showed an excited expression as a group of mages rolled up their sleeves and charged alongside the soldiers.
In the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, the people’s power seemed to relate only to the strength within the depths of the subconscious. As long as your will is strong enough, if you believe you can shatter a mountain with a single punch, then you can truly shatter a mountain with a single punch.
Though theoretically this was the case, Anastasia glanced at Lind beside her. Theory does not necessarily reflect practical situations exactly, as the deep subconscious of humanity is difficult to change. Everyone has a strong understanding of their own power, so there always exists a cognitive limit.
Just like the members of the Tower, they are high-level professionals, so their recognition of their combat strength in the depths of the Sea of Consciousness reflects their high-level professional capacity. It doesn’t mean that just because you fight for humanity, you could suddenly go beyond limits; in fact, insufficient recognition in the subconscious or limitations imposed by their own rules might even weaken their strength.
In addition to this weakening, the Sea of Consciousness itself would suppress humanity’s consciousness. This is not only to protect the Sea of Consciousness but also to prevent infiltrating humans from touching those timeless, maddening pieces of knowledge in the depths of the Sea of Consciousness.
However, the human army below, especially those using weapons from the Northern Border, obviously had broken through such limitations.
A soldier’s grenade launcher blew up a mound of black sludge, as if that grenade launcher was inherently this strong, displaying an unparalleled confidence.
Ultimately, the battle in the depths of the Sea of Consciousness is a contest of belief and will, and these soldiers’ beliefs are unshakeable.
In the consciousness of these soldiers, humanity should be this powerful, the weapons of the Northern Border should possess such might, and following the Lord Governor should lead to victory.
What if it can’t be solved? So what if it can’t? If the Lord Governor can solve it, then so be it. The Lord Governor has never forgotten any soldier; he will remember everyone’s contributions.
Some soldiers even tried to summon the Powered Armor of the Lars Knights to put it on themselves. Unfortunately, it seemed that these soldiers subconsciously believed they could not wear this armor, so even when summoned, they could not use it.
But even ordinary standard weapons were enough to push the pollution away.
Thanks to the common standard weapons of the Northern Border army, all soldiers felt that this was their standard configuration, which is why these weapons appeared in the hands of the soldiers.
Anastasia stared in awe at the tanks that appeared out of nowhere, using the simplest physical means to crush the pollution, and even the holy water cannon that appeared out of thin air purifying the God of Contracts in the sludge.
In theory, these sludges are powered by despair stemming from those corrupted by the Black Fog in reality; the more sludge monsters there are in reality, the more despairing emotions, and the more power the Outer God absorbs. However, in essence, they are not the same thing; these sludges are the embodiment of corrosive power.
But due to their similar appearance, the experienced soldiers from the Northern Border immediately thought of using holy water to purify them and thought, “I figured this may work,” and really did purify the sludges.
Some soldiers even grabbed hoses that appeared from nowhere and began washing the War God’s body.
Meanwhile, the light gate behind Lind did not close, and more and more soldiers continuously poured onto the battlefield. Most of these were injured veterans or prepared soldiers, and some even bought tickets from distant places just to provide a meal for their families.
But as long as they entered here, everyone became a warrior fighting for humanity. On this battlefield, there were no longer distinctions of nationality or ethnicity; everyone was doing their utmost to push the swelling pollution, like a tide of insects, away.
Alberto suddenly felt a sense of relief.
“Are the soldiers of An Zhu okay?”
Alberto was not so much inquiring as earnestly requesting.
“They will be fine.”
Lind simply responded, but it can also be seen as a promise to Alberto; the actual leaders of the two nations were holding discussions in the depths of the Sea of Consciousness.
“My younger brother has no real strength, and his character is quite timid. In the entire family, only I can shoulder the burden…”
After all, all those capable of shouldering it were eliminated by Alberto himself in the past bloodshed.
Alberto rambled on, as if explaining what would happen afterward, while Lind quietly listened to Alberto’s chatter, glancing at the turbulent black mud beneath the vines.
It’s hard to imagine that the decisive and ruthless ruler of An Zhu would become so talkative, but this was also to stabilize Alberto’s emotions since the soldiers of An Zhu were a significant force against the pollution.
Lind still intended to give the other party the utmost respect.
The two sides seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. After Lind made a promise, Alberto made up his mind, jumped off the vine, and threw himself into what seemed like an endless battle, commanding the army of An Zhu to charge toward the waves.
“Alright, managing party of the Tower, let’s talk now.”
Lind turned his gaze to Anastasia.
