Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The soldiers resisted the enemy, the soldiers protected the city, and the soldiers were the only defense line between the civilians and the enemy.

When this defense line was torn open and the innocent and weak citizens faced the sharpness of the enemy, tragic and terrifying things would happen.

In this world, there was almost no more pitiful person than the commoners who were about to vent their anger on the enemy soldiers who were about to massacre the city. They shouted, cried, fled, and hid.

Many people who fled fell because arrows shot into their backs. Those who were shot in the heart quickly lost their lives. Those who were shot in other parts that were not fatal for a moment fell to the ground in pain and weakness. Their bodies twitched and blood flowed. Their hands and feet slowly turned weak and cold.

Many people who begged for mercy fell. They held the flyer that the elves had thrown into the city earlier. It was proof that they had promised to be spared from death. Those with good memory even repeated the contents of it loudly because there was even a reward, but what replied to them was a cold-blooded and ruthless knife and spear. Blood surged out. The kneeling person widened his eyes and fell with the knife and spear that had pierced his body, then he was kicked away.

Someone shouted, "The… their words don't count!"

In response to all this was the cold and persistent pursuit of the elves. The soldiers of the Dusk Legion formed teams and wreaked havoc along Valentine's street, reorganizing and scattering.

Their eyes flickered with raging anger as they attacked all the non-elven lives in front of them indiscriminately. The failures and casualties of the past few days had long accumulated enough hostility. The deaths of their comrades on the ground and the pain increased the legitimacy of revenge. They wanted to punish Valentine and this fallen city.

Or perhaps, these were all excuses to use the name of justice for sin.

Even an elf would become a beast.

People fled, shouted, and begged. Those who had gone crazy were hysterical and ran around until they were killed. Someone hid in the house and felt that it was not safe, so he rushed out and wanted to hide further. However, when he went out, he saw the approaching elves, so he screamed and hid in the house. Then, he was rushed in and killed. The shouts of the entire family all went from intense to weak and finally disappeared.

This was no longer a battle. Even the old and children were involved. Whistling spells fell from the sky, and intense light exploded. Houses collapsed and burned, and thick smoke was everywhere.

The agile war deer ran on the street. This was a loyal and intelligent spiritual beast in the elf opera that people watched. Now, the antlers were even stained with flesh and blood. It roared and looked ferocious as it carried the murderous elf riders to die. Arrows and torches were thrown to the sides.

The mages who entered the city swept up a violent wind and blew the fire further.

Screams and pain were everywhere, and there were also people who had fainted from fear. More people surged out of the house and followed the crowd, fleeing aimlessly. Some lost their footing and fell, then they were trampled step by step and died in pain. The sharp arrows thrown by the elves in the distance fell like hail and pierced into the flesh, exacerbating the chaos. The people were chased around like animals and finally surrounded by the elf cavalry coming from all directions.

It was like a hunt.

"No!"

"Please!"

The terrified people could only make such a short plea. This was only the voice of a small number of people. Most of them were already numb with fear and could not say a word. When lambs and hares were bitten by tigers and leopards, they would be so frightened that they would not move. Humans were animals after all, and not all of them had noble courage.

They were just a group of pitiful people.

"Va—len—tine—"

A determined and urgent roar erupted from behind the street. A small team of human soldiers with incomplete armor rushed over. The elves turned around to fight, nocking arrows, and slashing sabers.

With Valentine City broken, without the city wall to defend, the Dusk Legion could unleash an overwhelming combat strength advantage. Everyone knew the outcome.

The Valentine soldiers continuously fell. The broken flags were stained with blood. They risked their lives to attack, just like how they had once fought on the city wall. On the first street, less than 50 meters away, a group of Valentines behind the elf army they faced watched numbly and expectantly.

They were only dozens of exhausted human soldiers. Their strength, armor, and technique were far inferior, so they were killed easily. The flag had long fallen and was covered in blood.

The officer who had fought to the last moment had his chest pierced. The elf in front of him cruelly stirred his sword, and the pain on the human's face had already dissipated. However, his gaze passed the person who had killed him and looked at his compatriots behind. There was only confusion and sorrow in his gaze, bone-deep sorrow.

"You look like a noble."

The elf who was about to kill him judged in a proud and cold tone, "What are you counting on? What are you disappointed in? Are you counting on these lowly humans to resist and fight? Stupid and naive delusions. When have you seen cows and sheep resist their masters or even just collies?"

He pulled out his sword and allowed the other party to kneel weakly on the ground. The elf officer placed his sword on the other party's neck and said calmly, "You raised the civilians under your rule into tame animals who farm, work, and pay taxes. Don't expect them to stand up and fight and resist. They don't even dare to resist your whip and tax collectors, so how can they dare to resist our swords?"

The soon-to-die Valentine officer revealed a painful expression.

It was not because of the wound or his fate of imminent death, but because of the other party's words.

His life was about to end. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He was deep in thought as if he had comprehended something, but everything was meaningless. He was going to die.

"…We dare!"

At this moment, a shout filled with strong will sounded from the other end of the street.

However, it was very thin.

The elf looked up in surprise, then blinked in disbelief. It was not that a powerful enemy had appeared in front of him, but it was not the cows and sheep waiting to be slaughtered behind him who shouted this, but a person in front of him, a woman, a very thin woman.

She was wearing the cumbersome firefighter uniform of a municipal official. Her face and body were covered in blood. She was really too thin and weak. She looked like an undeveloped child. She stood alone among the dead corpses with tears on her face and no one else beside her.

She bent down and struggled to pick up a spear on the ground.

Facing the elves who had just slaughtered a team of soldiers, she awkwardly raised her spear.

"I'm a country girl from the Cana Village! I'm also from Valentine!"

Her posture was very correct, but her strength was not enough to support her. She staggered and began to run. Just like the previous dead, she went to fight a battle that she knew the outcome of.

"Va—len—tine—"

A disdainful expression appeared on the elf officer's face, but he was a little frustrated. He stopped the soldier behind him from shooting the arrow and raised the sword in his hand. He kicked away the officer who was about to die and faced that thin and ridiculous figure… such a stupid human.

Swords and spears collided. The outcome was obvious. The spear flew out, and the thin figure fell to the ground. The tip of the elf sword hung down and said coldly, "Beg me for mercy and I'll forgive you. Otherwise, you'll die."

"Don't even think about it!" The girl flipped to the side and got up. Without a weapon, she clenched her fists and raised them, "I can spend an entire day with you here."

A sharp glint flashed through the elf's eyes. This sword no longer had any pity. The sword light bit the girl's throat like a poisonous snake. The sharp blade would pierce the straw-like arm bone and pierce her throat.

However, in the next moment, an explosion streaked through the sky.

The girl had already subconsciously closed her eyes. At this moment, she opened them and heard the wind above her head. She looked up and everyone looked up. They saw a figure fly down. The battle axe was wrapped in lightning, slashing the elf who had raised his sword to block to the ground with his sword. The pistol in his left hand pressed against the other party's head.

Bang.

Blood mist bloomed.

The person who fell from the sky looked up.

The elves were first shocked, then stirred. Even a glint flashed through the eyes of the numb Valentine citizens. Someone cried out, "Kang—"

Then he shut up.

However, the elves all knew his identity.

"Kang De, the Cathayan!"

They roared and raised their weapons. "Kill him!"

In the next moment, a dense metal storm shot out from the side. The buildings beside the street cracked and collapsed. The Hummer roared and rushed over, turning into a steel giant. Cold and hot weapons alternately harvested. Kang De turned to look at the girl. "I remember your voice. Your name is Steve, right?"

The girl looked at Kang De, her eyes flickering. She was already prepared to die, but at the last moment, she was saved by someone. It was actually this Highness, and he still remembered her name, "I…"

Kang De said indifferently, "Change back to your original name. You no longer need to use a masculine name to show your courage and strength. You're more courageous than them."

"Ah…"

The flustered girl was about to say something when Kang De waved his battle axe and killed the chaotic elves, leaving her standing in a daze.

The Autobot killed the soldiers here as if it was cutting grass. There were not many of them, and it was an alley battle. Modern weapons had an overwhelming advantage. They fought until the middle of the battle, and there was another commotion on the other side. A person rushed over on foot. His spear was like a flood dragon that coiled and flew. He attacked from behind and caught the elves off guard.

"B*stard!"

When Kang De saw the person, he cursed, "What the f*ck are you doing here!"

It was Hong San. This made Kang De extremely furious. Valentine City had been broken, and the entire city was filled with enemies. With ten sides attacking together, he could no longer guarantee Hong San's safety.

Hong San revealed a terrified expression and his eyes drifted. He did not dare to look at Kang De and pretended not to hear him. However, he attacked even more ruthlessly. In an instant, he had already knocked down more than ten elves and attacked ruthlessly with a timid expression.

In the end, the elves surrounding this place were all killed. Kang De did not even look at the people who had escaped death. He walked towards Hong San and was about to kick him when he suddenly heard the Autobot say, "Father, you know him."

Kang De turned around in surprise and saw the girl treating someone's wound. However, from her sad and dejected expression, this was completely useless.

He approached and saw the appearance of the person who was about to die. His heart shook.

"Preston…"

The mayor's biological brother, a member of the Valentine family, and one of the battlefield commanders guarding the city.

He squatted down. The other party was already on his deathbed. When he saw Kang De, he hurriedly said, "Why did you come back?"

Kang De did not answer. He said softly, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

When Preston heard this, he subconsciously said, "Brother…"

However, it turned into a sad sigh. The young noble slowly turned his head and looked at the Valentine citizens who had escaped death and scattered like birds. People did not seem to care about their previous bravery and sacrifice.

A tear streaked across his eye and he grabbed Kang De's arm with the last of his strength.

"Don't…"

Preston muttered, "Don't let them be cows and sheep anymore…"

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