Terra Calendar 1590.12.26.

AM 08:25.

Nowadays, Iberia.

On the Iberian Peninsula, the sky was like a bursting flood, pouring down endless torrential rain mercilessly.

The rain seemed to flood the bustling streets of Madrid, the colorful buildings of Barcelona, ​​and the ancient streets of Lisbon.

In this hazy and chaotic rain curtain, a surreal battlefield is quietly unfolding.

Near a huge lighthouse in Seville, an extraordinary battle is taking place.

The angels of heaven hold chainswords shining with divine light and meet the hunters of the Iberian Hunting Hall.

The hunters in the Hunting Hall hold heavy swords firmly and resolutely in their hands.

In their eyes, there was both perseverance for a decisive battle and fear of the unknown.

Qiang——

In the pouring rain, the sky was torn into countless lightning bolts, illuminating the dark battlefield.

The rain hit the ground unscrupulously, forming small puddles one after another, reflecting the slightly ferocious faces of the fighting parties.

"Crisis Management Bureau..., haha, the kingdom of heaven has really adopted a group of good dogs!"

The hunter in the hunting hall covered his bleeding hand and looked at the commander who was supported by many [angels]. He was a young boy with white fox ears. He was wearing a raincoat and a raincoat, and there were people around him.

Members of the [angel] class also have more or less inhuman parts on their bodies.

There is no doubt that these people are all infected with [uncanny foot disease].

"Hugh Abraham, that ambitious guy, really made a good deal, allowing you bastards to join Heaven's pedigree, become Heaven's foreign contractors, and be his dogs and white gloves. How to prevent Terra from collapsing, bah! He

He is just an ambitious man who wants the Kingdom of Heaven to fully interfere with the secular world, and you are just pawns in his hands!"

On the edge of the chaotic battlefield, the [executive officers] of the surrounding administration stood indifferently, their eyes as cold as iron, as if they were examining a dead person, staring at the hunter in front of them without emotion.

These [executive officers] were wearing standard equipment, with no expression on their faces, only the coldness and determination in their eyes.

Where their eyes were focused, the hunter was showing characteristics that were different from ordinary people.

The skin on his face showed gill-like textures. Those textures seemed to have come to life during the fierce battle, constantly expanding and contracting, as if they were breathing.

Every breath he takes seems to be absorbing the cold air around him, converting the cold rain and air into energy within his body.

The gill-like skin shines with wet luster in the rain, adding a wild and dangerous beauty to the hunter.

He is like a shark lurking in the undercurrent, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time. His eyes reveal a wild light, cold and ferocious.

"Zap? You look even less human than us."

Turs Colbert, this fox-eared boy who once shared the same fate with a certain golden retriever, was currently looking at the hunter in front of him with cold eyes.

"The real suffering on this land does not come from diseases such as [uncanny hoof disease], [ore disease], and [memovirus]. The deeper pain comes from the deep distrust and deep-rooted conflicts between people.

Hostility. Look at Iberia, aren't you the best proof of this? How are you different from us? The blood flowing in your bodies is more terrifying than the diseases in our bodies. However, why can you still

How can you so comfortably look down on those of us who are also suffering?”

Rain dripped down the rain hat, and Tours looked at the inhuman existence in front of him, looking at the hostile eyes in front of him.

"Even if there are no infected people on this land, there is still a gap between rich and poor. Even if there is no gap between rich and poor, there are still different races - the barriers between people seem to never be completely eliminated.

And all we can do is to unite the suffering people as much as possible. Whether it is abnormality or the kingdom of heaven, as long as we can bring them hope, even if it is illusory or even false hope, we will have enough courage to resist our own

destiny."

"Even as a dog!"

The hunter roared. The gun in his hand had refused to serve him due to the distortion of his bloodline. This was the safety lock Iberia put on every gun, but now it had become a shackle to restrict the hunters.

But it doesn't matter, they still have the supreme art and the deep-sea hunter's last aberration craze.

"You are more arrogant than angels."

Tours said nothing more. He raised his right hand high and then quickly dropped it along the rain curtain.

The [Executive Officers] around them raised their weapons and rushed towards the hunter who had completely lost his temper.

In this cold and humid air, countless figures intersect closely with sparks flying, like a beautiful dance.

Qiang——

Accompanied by a deafening buzz and dazzling sparks.

The chainsword's chain shone coldly in the rain, like endless thunder and lightning.

"Abraham, the kingdom of heaven is a little too big this time."

In the chaotic and tense atmosphere, Turs chose not to pay attention to the hunters who were tightly surrounded by [Executive Officers].

His eyes turned elsewhere. He slowly raised his head, looking through the rain, fog and night, looking up at the vast sky.

In that vast night sky, a magnificent meteor shower is taking place.

Countless meteors are like fireworks blooming in the night sky, crossing the sky one after another, drawing radiant trajectories.

The brilliance of meteors shines in the night sky, and each ray of light seems to be conveying some kind of message to the earth, as if they are trying to wrap the earth under their feet in their own way.

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen, and Tours was attracted by the starlight flowing freely.

Because he knows what it is...

That was a manifestation of deterrence that was enough to make all the nations of Terra fear it, and even make it fearful.

"The Royal Legion of the Gospel of the Lord of Hosts..."

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Iberia·In the Phase Gap.

Under the gray sky of Porto, accompanied by the roar of thunder, the angels of heaven and the hunters of the hunting hall clashed on the boundary between vision and reality.

The angels' bolters glowed with dazzling light, and the hunters' muskets responded with tongues of fire and smoke.

The two sides continued to shuttle between phases, and the hubs in various parts of Iberia were already filled with chicken feathers.

Whether they are normal or abnormal, whether they are humans or aliens, they have all left this land of right and wrong far away.

On the entire battlefield, in addition to the two warring parties, you can also see a few fat penguins with blood on their heads, cameras in their hands, snapping pictures, and laughing loudly.

Boom——

Suddenly, a huge lighthouse in Granada collapsed during the fierce battle, emitting a wail like a death knell that echoed in every corner from Valencia to Night City.

The sound was heavy and tragic, announcing the end of an era and the beginning of a new story.

"Well, the Lord of hosts is the day. Today is the day when the Lord of hosts will appear. He will take vengeance on his enemies. The sword will devour and be satisfied, and it will be satisfied with blood. For above Iberia there are sacrifices.

To the Lord of Hosts..." A penguin looked at the collapsed lighthouse and couldn't help but murmured in a daze.

He felt that this sentence was great and could be used as the opening line of his title.

He also thought of a title, and it was called "The Great Silence."

"The new editor-in-chief of the Wand Man is me! I will definitely be the one to take the jobs that will be created because of Hugh Abraham's unemployment!!!"

A penguin named Stan was crawling among the ruins of the battlefield, his eyes full of excitement.

boom--

Continuous sounds of collapse were heard, and the former lighthouse of Iberia continued to collapse.

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Beyond Iberia·The Fourth Leading Chain.

In the vast ethereal sky, the spectacular sight of the Iberian deep space fleet shows the glorious achievements of its own civilization.

They hover silently over the Fourth Guide Outpost, a hidden gap in the trajectory of man-made celestial bodies that provides the fleet with tactical advantage and concealment.

There are a total of 17 main battle groups here. Each battle group has a huge mothership as the core, which is surrounded by various escort ships.

Each battle group may include 1 aircraft carrier (or its star-level equivalent extraordinary ship), 2 battleships, 4 cruisers, 6 destroyers, and necessary support ships.

The mothership of the Iberian Armada is designed to be huge, with a length of up to two thousand meters. The design is elegant and majestic, with countless tiny light sources embedded on its surface, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

The surface of the ship's hull is made of a reflective dark gray alloy that can twinkle in the starlight and almost blend into the background starry sky when necessary.

These motherships are the command centers of the fleet. They have powerful lineage computing cores and tactical control systems that can process hundreds of billions of data streams in an instant, ensuring that every action of the fleet is accurate.

Its internal structure is complex. In addition to the bridge and combat center, there is also a vast hangar used to carry and maintain fighter groups and unmanned reconnaissance aircraft.

Surrounding the mothership are dozens of battleships, each about 800 meters long. They are the backbone of the fleet's firepower.

The design of the battleship is more rugged, and the shell armor is thick, like a fortress in the universe. The sides of the ship are equipped with arrays of energy cannons and missile silos. These weapons are not only shields to defend against enemy attacks, but also tools for active attack.

sword.

Then came the light and agile cruisers and destroyers, which were much smaller than battleships, generally between two hundred and three hundred meters in length, but larger in number.

These small ships are extremely maneuverable and can quickly adjust their battle formations to provide effective support and protection for motherships and battleships.
To be continued...