Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

As it turned out, no matter how well-trained a soldier was, when they encountered an attack they could not understand and had never seen before, they could not maintain their calm and unleash the combat strength they deserved.

Flames, battle axes, gunshots, mechanical roars, and a terrifying giant.

The elves were stunned by the attack. Or rather, they did not even have the time to be stunned before they were killed by the axe and the bullets. Instead, the battle deer that had lost its master cried out and attacked.

At times, a stupid person was more courageous than a wise person.

Unfortunately, if courage was useful, why did he need a fully automatic weapon?

The Autobot held the battle axe and turned around. He used centrifugal force to hit a home run, sending the war deer that could not stop coming over flying. He continued to kill the confused elves with his firearms. In the continuous sounds and violent flames of the firearms, even the proud long-lived species could not maintain their courage.

The archery technique they were proud of and the martial technique they had practiced thousands of times were useless. They had forgotten everything. The elves' minds were blank and they did not even know where they were.

Although they could also be said to be elites, after all, they had been chosen to become scouts in the forest. This proved their skills and courage. In the formal cavalry sequence that ruled the world, they had received a complete training course, which included how to fight in a spellcasting environment.

How to maneuver under the dense shooting of missile spells, how to avoid the suspicious elemental surface environment, how to predict the signs of a large-scale killing spell attack, and how to ensure his safety and obtain victory without the support of his own magic.

They had all learned it and practiced it, but after today's surprise attack, they had forgotten everything they had learned… This was because the power that attacked them was not magic.

Magic was not only a combat technique. It was first used to pray and worship the gods. After countless years of development, it had become a tool for intelligent living beings to understand the world and discover mysteries. Some living beings used it to explore mysteries. Some living beings used it to change the world. Of course, there were also living beings who used it to fulfill their wishes and will… Power, wealth, war, and killing.

The weapon that rumbled and released a terrifying attack was different.

Almost all the elves had the same thought after facing that terrifying attack.

At the beginning of its creation, the goal of that thing was to kill. Its fate was to continuously create death, killing, and sorrow. Apart from that, it was useless.

Just like the flames and sounds it emitted when it operated, it was like thunder and flames. The sound was huge and dazzling. It was rough and violent and was only born to kill.

Just how evil a creature was to be able to create such a thing…

It should be said that they were indeed elves. After a series of casualties and collapses, there were still brave warriors who overcame their fear and thought of their duty. An elf lay on the ground in the blood. Taking advantage of the moment the Autobot turned around, he rolled forward nimbly like a cat and arrived in front of the dead officer. He reached out and took off the horn at the other party's waist.

He took a deep breath and lay on the ground. He suddenly raised the horn.

In the next moment, he heard the sharp sound of the wind. Normally, if he had a bow, he could even shoot away the attack, but now, all his attention was on the horn.

A flying axe slashed past and directly cut off his arms. His broken hand flew out with the horn.

"I realized that I really have some talent in stealth. Or is your attention attracted by that big guy? Or have you never seen such a big scene?"

The elf with the broken arm was pale, but he did not say a word. He stood up almost tragically and rushed towards the flying horn. The outcome was obvious. A bullet flew past and struck his back, knocking him to the ground.

The elf fell to the ground weakly and looked up at the horn not far away, his body trembling.

Kang De kicked his body upright and looked into his eyes. He said indifferently, "No matter how brave a warrior is, he did the beastly actions of a demon. It's sad and detestable, pitiful and hateful."

The elf was severely injured one after another. The vigorous vitality of the longevity species prevented him from going into shock. He saw the attacker clearly, and his pupils suddenly constricted as he muttered, "You… who are you…"

"It's really a good question," Kang De said indifferently. "When I stopped the car to ask you, you laughed wantonly and shot arrows at me. Why didn't you ask this question at that time?"

The elf looked confused. Kang De bent down and picked up his short sword. The sharp and exquisite sword turned to dust in his hand. The sharp elements spread to the blade of a flying axe like vines. He waved again, and the nearby flames flew to his palm, turning into pure fire elements that were enchanted again.

The elf lying on the ground was confused. He did not know what power this was.

Kang De smiled at him and suddenly swung the flying axe in his hand. The axe tore through the air, followed by the screams of the elves.

The heavily injured elf revealed a furious expression. It was unknown where he got the strength to collide with Kang De. Kang De raised his pistol and struck again, knocking the elf back to the dust.

Black blood surged out of the elf's mouth.

Kang De said calmly, "Are you angry? Unwilling? Hatred? Look at your current eyes. Look at how you shoot indiscriminately when you hear human language. Have the dead in the village let out the same screams and roars? Have you felt the same powerlessness and despair? Do you understand them?"

The elf spat out the blood in his mouth to the side. Perhaps he knew that he could not escape death, so he went all out. A ferocious and twisted smile appeared on his hard and handsome face.

"How is that possible?"

His voice was low and filled with hatred, "How can a noble longevity race understand the thoughts of a lowly creature like you? Those d*mned Goethe people ambushed our lone companions, tortured them, and killed them. We'll avenge our comrades and make them pay with their blood! If those lowly creatures in the village dare to protect those murderers, they'll die together! Every time a noble elf dies, ten or a hundred Goethe people will die with them!"

The elf stared fixedly at Kang De, his eyes filled with hatred. That hatred did not only come from the killing that had just happened, but it was the same hatred for all humans.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I curse you, Cathayan. You're on Goethe's side and are destined to die with this inferior country! One day, you'll die in the hands of my clansmen!"

Kang De said, "You're invaders. You came to other people's territory and killed and set fire to them. You plundered and did evil and caused countless innocent people to die. You even attacked the old and children. This is not something any civilized country can do. It can completely be called a beast's action. Are you qualified to say that humans are inferior?"

"Invaders?"

The elf glared at Kang De and said fiercely, "We came to this land to overthrow the rule of the sinful Tedrell family and let the people of this land live a richer life…"

"…F*ck."

Kang De was stunned for a moment before shaking his head and sighing, "As expected of the world's hegemon."

Looking at the other party's firm and twisted gaze, Kang De knew that it was useless no matter what he said.

He only felt that this elf… was a little pitiful.

Pity appeared in his eyes.

To the proud elf, such a gaze was better than torture. That elf was seriously injured first and was extremely excited. His life force was quickly exhausted, but when he saw this pitiful gaze, he immediately became excited and said angrily, "Human! You're not allowed to look at me with this gaze!"

"Why? I just feel that you're very pitiful."

Kang De said softly, "Being born in the forest and growing up carefree, there must be many beautiful memories, right? There must be someone you like. There must be a peaceful life, right?"

"Then you joined the army. You honed your skills. You must have a dream, right? Your queen and ministers said that Goethe is a backward, ignorant, and cruel country. They wanted to overthrow their rule, save the suffering people, and give them a better life. Then you believed them and embarked on the journey to the enemy country."

"Then, you became a demon."

"Will the so-called righteous teachers not screen and vent their anger on everyone after killing the innocent and destroying the village?"

"I heard that you elves are elegant and noble. You were born stronger than humans. You're longevity, beautiful, and extraordinary. For example, I believe that you were not like this when you were born. You once loved life and yearned for beauty. At that time, could you imagine that you would one day kill an entire village without any hesitation and not even let go of the old and children? You were even very proud and happy?"

"Elf, tell me, what made you like this?" He asked calmly.

He did not criticize the other party's atrocities or refute the so-called liberation of Goethe.

He was only asking.

He asked why the noble and pure soul in the past had become like this.

He asked, "Whose fault is this? Is it the invader who started the war or the victim who endured it?"

The elf widened his eyes and continuously panted as blood surged out.

His eyes were confused and sad, filled with memories and uneasiness.

Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.

He must have recalled the past, the years, everything he was about to lose.

Kang De looked at all of this calmly.

Moreover, he calmly and accurately made the last stab.

In that village, the pain and hatred of the dead had to be avenged.

"I'll tell you one last thing. Although the Goethe people who were cruelly killed by you are dead, they can sleep in their hometown for a long time. Their clansmen will remember them and hate you. As for you, the elf who came from afar and transformed into a demon, you…"

Kang De said indifferently, "You are going to die in a foreign land."

The elf's eyes suddenly widened. At this moment, pure fear crawled into the eyes of the long-lived creature.

He looked at Kang De and muttered, but he could not say anything.

His life had already come to an end.

His twisted face stiffened, then calmed.

Only a little tear fell onto his face.

Kang De exhaled softly.

This was war.

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