Chapter 1065: with translation of chapter title

NO．188：The meticulous brush teacher will keep even more distance from Aomo.

In Terra, from the perspective of moving cities equipped with moat cannons, the enemies most anticipated to face are usually of two kinds.

One is the huge—if it is a giant beast, or a lava giant over a hundred meters tall, usually when they are several tens of li away, the moat cannon can be fully exerted.

Such volume ensures accuracy, and also prevents the moat cannon's firepower from overflowing too much.

Two is the numerous—if it is a dense army, it can likewise be detected when they are several tens of li away, or even farther, then fully exploit the moat cannon's range advantage, blasting out second-class merit, first-class merit.

After having pleasantly cleared the safe distance, if the opponent still hasn't been resolved and even presses forward……

Then one can only say that having fought such a battle, even death is worth the price of admission (x).

Terra's moat cannon has always been such a thing.

Its range is astonishing, its firepower astonishing, even the manufacturing threshold is not too high; only the maintenance and ammunition expenses are something ordinary moving cities cannot afford.

But even so, it remains a necessity for moving cities.

After all, Terra has never been peaceful; besides natural disasters there are plenty of man-made calamities, and even if a city's own military strength can only sit there gathering dust, its deterrent power absolutely cannot be lacking.

Fortunately, Longmen is not such a moving city that needs to swell its face to look fat.

As one of Yan Nation's important economic centers, and also one of its main openings to the outside, the moat cannons here, from barrel to ammunition, have not a drop of water added.

Not to mention certain T0 true gods serving as border defense, Longmen's defensive strength can almost be regarded as T1 level among moving cities.

But when such a moat cannon encounters an enemy force that is both huge and numerous, no one will pay attention to whether it can unleash its lifetime charm.

Faction.

Highly evolved, already set foot on land, even capable of low-altitude flight, the Faction, mingled with the emblematic pattern of demonic collapse, extends its waves toward every visible life.

Assimilation, or becoming nourishment.

Even if the end result is still demonic, the stain brought onto land by the Faction continues to expand at a terrifying speed.

Compared to low-altitude flight, the Faction that seems to have shed the word 'sea', those still crawling on the ground yet with astonishing speed leave behind, in their wake, a damp cold trace reeking of sea brine, spreading like a fungal mat of insect swarms.

Stain.

Seemingly merely a corrosive secretion, it is actually a classification of the Faction, and has even differentiated into another evolutionary path aimed at improving atmospheric structure so that newborn Faction can float more smoothly.

Such they, lacking self, are instead hard for demons to assimilate; yet even so, their ecological structure destines them to coexist with their kin, even if those kin are already in a state of demonic assimilation.

Constantly seizing nutrients, constantly reproducing at a rate akin to proliferation, they have left the ocean and already captured one human settlement after another.

From villages, to towns, then to moving cities.

The initial hostility dates back hundreds of years, deeply buried in oceanic contact; it has been etched into genes generation after generation, and further gathered in the divine edicts issued by the gods.

The primordial lifeline is now converging.

The spreading branches have not yet arrived.

The unfloating iceberg rises and falls in the sea.

The heart of corruption marshals its forces ahead.

Even if the god among the Faction, the earliest Faction, or the nascent fifth, the ecological spring has not yet been born, the four initial emergences have already, under the dual stimulation of terrestrial life and demons, determined the present survival policy.

Counterattack, nourishment, resistance, evolution.

As previously mentioned, many people in this world are clueless; for the veteran staff of Rhodes Island, even if some among them suffered early harm from the Faction, even so, after arriving at the Holy Terra Federation, they naturally have ample opportunity to reconsider their view of the Faction.

Even contact and communication with certain transmigrators, the knowledge they hold of the so-called 'Arknights', can give them further reflection—the Faction, as a tool of pre-civilization for planetary terraforming, can use its adaptability and evolution to turn originally uninhabitable planets into habitable ones, and even merely needing humans to provide food could deem humans friendly; why then would they become locked in a fire-and-water opposition with the Faction?

This 'game', in order to solve the problem, has perfectly reproduced even the already hostile stance of the Faction, and even includes the data of a certain operator bearing 'Isamara' recorded within.

Aiming to expect that operators, staff, and specially invited test personnel pool their wisdom to display different ways out of this deadlock.

But the result……

Originally hindered by the diligent deep-sea hunters and such, the slowly expanding Faction were first stimulated by the reckless actions of Rhodes Island newcomers who cared only for characters, not plot, and knew only a rough outline of the setting.

Then came an encounter with the demons gone mad because someone released Guliza.

Physiological neural assimilation collided with mental meme assimilation.

In such a collision, the demons, relying on their will to survive and to oppose that terrifying madness, overcame the Faction.

Once they prevail, they will prevail again and again.

They have no strategy, but their goal is very clear.

They will not target Aomo, but they will carry out their own 'struggle' by continual expansion.

Solely so that when they encounter that terrifying existence again, they can survive.

For the demons, today is also their doom; to fight doom, they rush about in madness, employing a mind so deficient it can hardly take shape, undertaking what at first glance seems feasible but is in fact a futile struggle.

The void monstrosity Guliza, the embodiment of 'nothing'.

It is the sole existence among Aomo's monster cards that undergoes little change before and after being made into a card.

The card is a tangible framework that binds the 'existent' state of Guliza.

But once released, it will manifest the concentrated 'nothing' nature defined by the monster card creation mechanism.

At this point, whether or not it was given self by Aomo's spirit in the Gurilt universe is meaningless; it remains that entity which at first glance looks like a black hole but is actually the opposite, a true cosmic void that devours everything.

And given present-day Terra, unless someone unearths some pre-civilization marvelous tool pertaining to 'nothing' and 'being',

otherwise, aside from Aomo who controls the blank card, no one can halt its stride.

But perhaps there is another solution.

'I notified Ji to stay away from the demons, and also had him think of a way to inform Ling.'

Columbia, Trimon City, in front of the Rhine Life Sciences building, the second spokesperson of the era, Wang, is informing Aomo of the plan to eliminate future troubles.

This is that other solution.

The former Ultraman X and Ultraman Zeta, one wielding the 'wish-fulfilling rainbow blade', the other using a nature similar to Belial's twilight, serve as the 'cosmic needle' to sew Guliza, from 'nothing' to 'being'.

This counts as leveraging a highly functional natural treasure; present-day Terra lacks such a thing, but it does have 'human talent'.

Wang's younger brother, Ji, seventh in the family, has the ability aimed at 'virtual-real', capable of weaving the intangible into the tangible; and the third-ranked Ling, whose ability is named 'Freewandering', likewise has a chance to touch the realm of being and nothingness.

After Aomo, Wang, and Kaxiena discussed, they unanimously believed that these two were most likely to threaten Geliza.

Although the possibility of Suipian existence being assimilated by demons is low to almost impossible, these three guys hit it off immediately.

——Everyone thought it needed attention, so they sent Wang, who has countless clones in the world, to act.

And similarly, Kaxiena, or rather Kexiqie, who also has countless clones in the world, is likewise arranging for their clones to set out respectively.

Whether it's Kexiqie or Wang, two guys who have lived far too long and both have countless clones, and neither has wasted their own time, have been preparing for their respective goals since very early on.

Even if that goal isn't something like saving the world, but for now, those preparations have indeed come in handy.

Whether it's connections or resources, these are what Aomo, as an incoming player, currently lacks the most, and the two have made up for them.

And furthermore, while they are with him, they both acknowledge and discuss carrying it out, while also arguing about other strategies for handling the current situation.

To be honest, this pair of local men and women would have been enough, after all Aomo is completely unfamiliar with this land of Terra, and all his understanding comes from an early version of the game plus randomly browsing other companies' forums.

Who has the right to interfere with others' strategy formulation and troop deployment?

But this game world coincidentally added many monsters that he is very familiar with, or rather, giant beast elements.

And now, as Wang and Kaxiena have successively mentioned news of their appearances, due to lack of information, they are hesitant about whether they can be utilized to some extent.

Isn't this exactly the domain where he can speak up?

For a moment, this place became very noisy.

It made Suzi, who had come by once midway, wear a grimace, as if leaving like three annoying guinea pig lords.

In his heart, he kept chattering about these three guys; it was simply a match made in heaven, like a thunderbolt strike.

To be honest, let alone her.

Even those employees in the Rhodes Island Company buildings, holding their phones, staring at terminals, or even crowding around the screens, found it hard to believe.

Especially many of the parties involved who have some connection with Wang and Kexiqie, their expressions upon receiving the news were even more hard to believe.

It's hard to accept that there would actually be such a weird combination seriously discussing saving the world.