Hyperdimensional Harem Exploration Project

Chapter 127 Intervention in War

"But we have no choice, right? Those are not enemies that can be surrendered or negotiated with! Haven't you seen clearly that the alien army has left us humans no chance to survive?! We can't let Tsaritsyn become the next Baghdad!!"

At this time, the group seeking help offered irrefutable bargaining chips.

When Neloy first appeared on human radar in the Middle East, it was not taken seriously, and many people did not realize the threat it represented.

Baghdad, the historic city became the first victim to be besieged by the alien army and quickly fell.

The residents of the city had long been accustomed to the conquest and subjugation in history, and thought that this was just another change of regime, and the drama of changing the king's flag on the city wall was staged again. They did not choose to escape.

However, this time the situation is completely different. The new owner of the land is not human, but a terrifying alien with unknown intentions. They made no demands, did not negotiate, only ruthless attacks.

In just one day, an entire city was physically wiped out.

Those alien troops were like messengers of death, reaping every life without any mercy or hesitation.

Even if a few people managed to hide and escaped temporarily, their survival was just a lingering struggle. The environment in the territory controlled by the alien army deteriorated rapidly, the air became polluted, the water source was polluted, and food became scarce.

To make matters worse, these areas began to be filled with various Neroi, which spread like a plague, leaving the survivors with nowhere to escape.

As for reinforcements, that was an even more distant dream. No country or organization was willing to send reinforcements into such a death trap, as everyone knew that it would only lead to unnecessary sacrifices.

The Baghdad Massacre was like a heavy hammer, waking up all those who were harboring a fluke mentality. Only then did humans realize the extreme danger of the alien army.

They no longer dared to look down on these alien armies, and no longer dared to imagine that they could be understood and negotiated with like previous enemies. So it was unreasonable to still think about the so-called intrigue at this time!

Everyone in the staff knew that making a difficult decision would offend His Majesty the Tsar. But in the face of an unprecedented crisis, all forces that could be united must be united.

As long as we win, everything will be fine.

........

Wallang stood on the command platform of the magic battleship, holding in his hand the message for help from Orasia that he had just received. A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, showing the elegance of a nobleman and the calmness of being confident of victory.

To him, this message was not just a simple signal for help, but also a sign of surrender.

"You see, I told you that those people would eventually give up," Vollant said to his colleagues, with a hint of complacency in his voice that was hard to conceal.

However, Scavenger Hunting Blade replied expressionlessly: "We have been waiting here for more than a month for your so-called plan! It is a waste of time to go to such great lengths to argue with those people. It is better to just defeat such a weak existence directly."

His voice revealed his dissatisfaction with Vollan's strategy and his eagerness to fight.

Compared with the far-sighted Caprini, Sarkaz's idea was much simpler: tap! tap!

Wallang turned around and faced the scavenger, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He knew the character of this colleague. The hunter blade and other volunteers came to this world just to make trouble.

The Sarkaz all yearn for war, and for conquering everything with force. This desire is etched into their genes.

"Don't be so impatient." He soothed the scavenger softly, with a unique charm and confidence in his voice, "Are you Sarkaz so rough and direct in your way of doing things? Read more books, watch more news, cultivate your sentiments, and learn other skills. You can't win the favor of that person just by fighting and killing~"

Although having the support of the entire world allows them to do whatever they want, it is not a reason to stagnate.

Hearing that this involved an important person, Hunter Blade was shocked and fell silent.

The magic battleship was slowly starting up, preparing to head to the Tsaritsyn battlefield in Eurasia.

Wallang's eyes penetrated the window, staring at the blue sky and white clouds that were rapidly retreating in the distance, and muttered to himself: "This world is the best stage. It's really meaningless to just use it for fighting."

In Leitania, Vollan has deeply realized his own shortcomings, but in that cruel aristocratic society, he does not have enough time and opportunities to improve his abilities.

Now that the Lord of the Box Garden has entrusted him with the management of the world, it is an opportunity. The Witch World is a perfect testing ground for him, a stage where he can hone his skills in all aspects.

An irrepressible excitement welled up in his heart.

Fighting with political elites from all over the world here will allow him to better learn the political means and strategic logic of different people, consolidate his power through political means, and expand his influence, which will make him feel more fulfilled. Of course, even if he loses, he still has enough chips to overturn the table.

She would not be like Letania, who made one wrong step after another and was eventually kicked out of the game.

Until now, Wallang still wanted to return to the tower one day, not for anything else, but for the sake of life and death, and to give a good slap to those who had humiliated him!

At the same time, diplomacy through negotiations with various countries is also one of the skills that Vollan wants to hone.

He realized that if he wanted to become Xu Ya's right-hand man, he had to make himself more useful, establish relationships with different forces, and achieve his goals through diplomatic means, which was obviously a very important ability. He wanted to learn how to communicate with various races and factions, and how to achieve his own and his master's interests through negotiations and transactions.

In addition, as Originium Skills is Vollan's core ability, the progress naturally cannot be slowed down.

After Walron came to the Witch World, he also improved his Originium skills.

In addition, he did not underestimate the wisdom of humans and the magic of witches because of the weakness of this world. He was secretly collecting and mastering more magic and technology-related technologies, and trying to integrate these new knowledge into Originium technology.

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In the Caucasus Mountains, with the spread of war and the continuous invasion of the alien army, the human defense line here has been shattered and has lost its former indestructibility.

There are too many aliens! No matter how hard we try, we can't eliminate them all.

"Damn logistics, the rifles issued can't penetrate those devils! There are simply not enough special bullets!" At this time, even the front-line officers were cursing the dogs in the rear while strategically retreating to the rear.

All the forward positions had been lost, and although it was called a strategic retreat, in reality, it was just a polite way of saying it.

The reality was that the inevitable collapse was evident at every point in the line of defence.

The gray animals were running wildly all over the mountains, their will to fight was ruthlessly crushed in front of the alien army.

Those strange land monsters seemed to have evolved in order to adapt to the mountainous environment, and they transformed from their original tiger, leopard or tank shapes into bionic spiders. These red and black spiders, the size of light tanks, possessed strength and speed far beyond that of natural creatures, and they could traverse the rugged mountainous areas as if they were walking on flat ground. Many positions built near mountains and rivers were unknowingly outflanked by these monsters, and the "Maginot Line" that the Supreme Command considered itself to be was easily torn apart.

The alien army was still advancing rapidly, and they did not deliberately hunt down humans. It seemed that their main task was to occupy the area. However, these aliens exuded poisonous miasma, which was fatal to ordinary people as long as they approached it. Once the skin touched the miasma, it would gradually fester and cause unbearable pain. Breathing the miasma was even more terrible.

The soldiers had to cover their noses during the retreat to avoid inhaling the deadly miasma. They knew that if they did not get away quickly, death would be waiting for them. However, these miasma-emitting monsters were everywhere, and their advance speed was faster than the infantry retreat speed, making the army's retreat extremely difficult.

As for resistance? Ordinary rifle firepower is insignificant to the armor of the alien army. Bullets hitting their shells can only create sporadic sparks, but cannot cause substantial damage. Only large-caliber anti-tank guns and heavy machine guns can cause certain damage to these monsters, but the alien army has the ability to repair itself.

In this way, artillery bombardment is not so effective.

The soldiers' eyes were filled with despair and helplessness; they didn't know whether there was still hope of winning this war.

But what's even more terrifying is that the alien army is about to catch up with them, and two legs can never outrun eight legs.

clap clap clap! !

At this moment, there was a burst of rapid shooting, and the bionic spiders behind the soldiers paused, and then shattered like glass hitting the ground.

The crisis was temporarily resolved, but more alien troops filled the gap not far away.

"Soldiers! Get over here!"

The soldiers saw a group of land witches calling them to gather together. It was they who helped their comrades.

The alien army's weakness is magic-type attacks. Bullets and swords with magic attached can weaken their regeneration ability and increase damage.

Therefore, the witch troops' attacks have special attacks, which is why they can destroy the alien army so effectively. It's a pity that the number of witches in the human group is too small, otherwise the alien army would not be so rampant.

These girls, who were still beautiful even in gray uniforms, soon became the backbone of the defeated soldiers. Under the leadership of the witch, they took refuge in the hidden underground fortifications.

Here they finally took a short break and treated their wounds.

"We lost, we lost, we are going to die here!"

“God has abandoned us!”

After escaping death, many people broke down emotionally. Now they were stuck in the mountains and couldn't get out. Looking at the miasma outside, they were lucky that it didn't enter the cave. The alien army's target was not here, but the north, so they escaped.

Amid the chaos and panic, the figure of a blonde witch stood out. She was carrying an oversized rifle, the huge gun body forming a sharp contrast with her slender figure. Facing the panic, she kicked over the men who were still immersed in panic, and shouted at the men who had lost their courage and were crying in a rough but powerful tone.

"Why are you crying? We women don't cry. Stand up as a man. You are not doomed yet." Her voice was like thunder, cutting through the crying sounds around and bringing a sense of clarity to everyone.

When everyone's eyes were focused on her, the witch's serious face bloomed brightly again and she gave them an impromptu encouragement: "Instead of crying here, you should think about how to escape! It's not far from the bottom of the mountain. Have a good rest, and we will break out at night! When we escape, we will fuck you up, so cheer up!"

"Eh?! Captain, what dirty talk are you making again!"

At this time, the other witches heard the captain telling dirty jokes and couldn't help but complain.

"Hehe, if we don't reward them well, how can we encourage them to be brave? Besides, wouldn't it be terrible if they never tried it even once until they die~"

The blonde witch's words were like a ray of light that cut through the darkness, bringing hope to everyone, especially the men.

When the men who were originally crying heard that they could be intimate with the witches, they slowly stood up, wiped away their tears, and regained the courage to fight.

Sure enough, bitterness is the source of human motivation! Soon, under the leadership of the witch, people began to organize themselves, helping each other, and conserving their energy to prepare for the breakout at night.

However, in the shelter of the underground fortification, the calm atmosphere was broken by a sudden tremor.

Rumble, the earth was shaking, the underground fortifications seemed to be about to collapse, the dust on the walls fell down, and the lights flickered, making people feel uneasy.

"Run!" The witches were the first to react. They knew that if they didn't act quickly, everyone might be buried under the mountain. They once again led the soldiers to rush out regardless of everything.

Although the outside world is also full of dangers, the witches have the ability to purify the miasma of the alien army, which at least provides a glimmer of hope.

When they rushed out of the cave and breathed fresh air, they saw a shocking scene: a huge "ship" appeared in the sky.

Its appearance is different from any known aircraft. The spacecraft moves slowly in the air, firing gorgeous magic bullets. They cross the sky like meteors, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Accompanied by explosions and vibrations, the dense swarm of Neloy spiders disappeared as if being wiped by an eraser.

After almost all of them were destroyed,

Black shadows fell straight down from the spaceship and landed in the distance, chasing the spiders.

"The motherland has not abandoned us! It seems to be reinforcements, let's go quickly." The blonde witch shouted loudly, with a hint of hope and excitement in her voice. She took the lead and rushed to the place where the shadows landed, followed by others, and the flame of fighting was rekindled in their hearts.

Chapter 128: Surprise

Are there really reinforcements?

The soldiers couldn't believe that the nobles who called them gray animals would actually send people to rescue them? ! But no matter what, they were saved.

The survivors ran breathlessly.

The witches with better physical strength volunteered to be the vanguard, standing outside the soldiers, carrying huge guns in their hands. These specially made "heavy" weapons were powerful, and one shot was enough to destroy a Neroi. Around them, although the spaceship in the sky destroyed most of the alien army, the remaining Neroi still posed a deadly threat to ordinary soldiers.

Witches have an obligation to protect ordinary people from harm.

Even when there is no supervision.

It is worth mentioning here that in order to prevent witches from developing a sense of superiority due to their personal strength and then abusing their power, causing irreversible consequences, countries have invested huge attention and resources in the education of witches, from patriotism education to moral ethics.

This kind of education deeply implanted a sense of responsibility and mission in the hearts of the witches. They were taught to love their country, respect life, and uphold justice.

I have to say that this education is successful.

"It's right in front! Hurry up and catch up!" a witch shouted loudly, supporting ordinary people with weak physical strength, and trying to get closer to the landing point where a paratrooper was.

They climbed over the last hill and finally saw signs of reinforcements.

However, the next second, when the witches saw the true appearance of the reinforcements, they were so scared that they almost opened fire.

What the hell is this?!

The whole body is pitch black but wrapped in white cloth, like a mummy. It is more than two meters tall and holds a long-handled weapon that looks like a sickle or a halberd. The image reminds people of a demon. And there is a strange red and green "corruption fog" around the mummy, which makes people feel uneasy.

The 'mummy' was surrounded by several Neroi. The Neroi seemed to feel threatened by the monsters similar to themselves, and they stopped and surrounded it together.

However, the one who was besieged by a group of Neloys was not in a hurry. At this moment, the cream shell that Neloys hit, the mummy showed his extraordinary ability. He suddenly lost weight, and jumped up lightly like a light feather, jumped over Neloys and glided slowly.

His figure in mid-air was particularly graceful, as if he was not bound by gravity, like a god of death patrolling the battlefield, and at the same time spreading a fog of corruption. The red-green fog fell from the sky and quickly spread, covering Neloy's body. Neloy's smooth body surface, which originally exuded a metallic luster, began to become as fragile as metal rust under the erosion of the fog, losing its original firmness.

Then the sickle halberd was swung, and a strong storm arose. The armor of the Neloy was shattered like paper in front of this force, and their bodies collapsed in the storm, like building blocks blown by the wind, and scattered all over the ground in an instant.

"Wow... so amazing, they got rid of eight Nerois in one go!" The witches watching from a distance couldn't help but exclaimed. Their voices were full of shock and admiration, the strength of the mummy warriors far exceeded their expectations.

The sound was instantly caught by the Scavenger Hunting Blade. He turned his head and looked at the witches with sharp eyes.

He put away the strange weapon, "floated" in front of everyone, put away the mist, and showed his "kind" face as much as possible. Although this face was still ferocious in the eyes of humans, for him, it was the greatest expression of friendliness.

"Are you from Eurasia? Why are you here? Didn't you all retreat?" The mummy asked in a low and hoarse voice. There was a hint of curiosity and inquiry in his voice, and he was obviously interested in the identities of these witches.

The soldiers were startled, they stopped and looked at these creatures that suddenly appeared vigilantly. Their hearts were filled with doubts and fears, not knowing whether these creatures were friends or enemies, demons or strange experiments of the military.

The witches were also somewhat confused by this sudden question, but they quickly regained their composure. One of the witches stepped forward and answered in a firm but polite tone: "Yes, we are the 'Constantine' witch squadron from Eurasia. We got separated from the main force during the retreat and are left here. Thank you for your help. Which unit are you from?"

"I am not from your army. Scavenger Hunting Blade, I am a Saka from the west... a Penglai. It was your general who invited us to help."

With this brief exchange, the gap between the witches and the Hunting Blade gradually disappeared.

As long as they can communicate, they are allies, and there is an alien army that threatens the entire world.

Although there are some frictions among humans, they are struggles among the top leaders. Ordinary people are definitely more inclined to unite and cooperate, and work together to defeat the alien army first.

However, before the soldiers of Orasia had a chance to learn more about why the Scavenger Hunting Blade had a strange appearance, could fight with only cold weapons, and could cast the "magic" that only witches could do, as well as the Penglai people, a force they had never heard of.

New threats are imminent.

Someone discovered that the wave of Neloy was coming again on the mountains.