Chapter 662: City Breaker (3)

"--A few hours after the dawn, the actual battle was over. The raid on this millennium ancient city evolved into a massacre. At least tens of thousands of people were killed, with a history of 1,352 years. St. Guernica’s cathedral suffered irreparable damage, and such damage continues. It used to be the burial place of Saint Guernica, but now it has been reduced to a savage beast den, countless precious ancient times. The relics are destroyed, don’t they really have a little appreciation? I'm confused."
The last stroke was dropped on the notepad, and the Hawkgirl raised her head, and a shelling in the distance attracted her attention.
The explosion stained the sky, the burning debris twirled and fell to the ground, and the rapidly passing rocket interwoven a bright trajectory on the sky. She stood on the roof of a ruined hospital and witnessed the destruction of a city.
Ok is besieging the suburban station, maybe there is the last guard, there may be only a group of helpless civilians, but the ending is doomed.
The rest of the city has either burned out or is burning. The attackers seem to have no intention of occupying here. They destroy everything they see as much as possible. In her memory, even the most brutal people know Keep something useful.
But Ouke, they seem to prefer to destroy everything first, and then look for "useful" from the remaining ruins, like deliberately smashing a beautiful plate, and then cobbling it together into ugly defective products.
It is said that other Ukrainian forces have curbed this kind of behavior, but it is clear that Grak is a warlord who is quite "instinctive".
Suddenly, she was a little thankful that at least Ok was a sexless creature, otherwise, driven by such brutal violent instincts, something even more terrible would happen...
"Are their conquests only destruction?"
She couldn't bear to read this ruined scroll again, fluttered her wings, and landed in a small garden, which was Graco's temporary command post.
Grak is a warlord who likes to charge forward, but under the repeated lessons of Guk, he at least knows to keep a place for information feedback and communication, so he chose to build his own command post in a noble garden. Neuroboys are also focused on this.
Of course, there are many precious cultural relics collected.
Although it's a bit humiliating to say, the status of "pet" also brings her a lot of convenience. It's just that what she wants, the kids will not come to it. Grak's authority can radiate everything related to him. .
But after all, a person’s ability is limited. She can only save text and painting relics as much as possible, such as carvings and other large cultural relics, and she can’t do anything. She can only watch the Oks blow up, just to satisfy Their desire to destroy.
"Bird!"
After seeing her, a nervous boy immediately waved his hand.
"Do you know where the boss is! Find him if you have something!"
"I do not know either."
Quelsana shook her head.
"Never mind."
"what's up?"
"Duolu found a pinch of dried shrimps in the ground, quite a lot, and asked the boss if he would handle it himself."
"that--"
"The boss is not here, so I let him blow it up."
With that, the nervous boy shook away, and then Quel'Sana noticed that there was a string of horrible ornaments hanging on the other person's neck-there were about a dozen broken hands tied with iron wires. And, depending on the color and size, it seems to be women...
The Hawk Harpy turned around and patted her chest and her stomach turning calmly, although her appetite hadn't been much better since she hit Goff.
But she always thought she could have a day to adapt, but now it seems that it is not so easy.
Quel'sana turned to the pool next to the garden. The small pond was full of corpses. Many of them were not killed by death, but they plunged themselves into the water. The despair that haunted here made Quel'sana Every glance of shuddered.
Although she is not a formal priest, she is still a soul-sensor-this is what the banshees call the talented caster.
There were more corpses on the edge of the pool, and Quel'Sana walked along the row of dead bodies, staring at their dead faces.
Suddenly, she stopped to examine a young boy in a gorgeous gown, his body was not damaged too brutally during the battle.
The talent of the soul-sensor allows her to see many things that ordinary people cannot see. For example, the traces he left in this world are only fear, anger and confusion-for the fear of being buried here, for these Non-human invaders defile their homes with anger and confusion... derived from not understanding why they are so confused.
In the end, this emotion surprised Quel'Sana.
How could he not understand why Ock went to war against this world? Have the officials of the Benedict Empire never introduced them to this imminent threat? Do they really not know that a sword is hanging above their heads?
Quel'Sana looked closely at the deceased and found that under his gown was a light armor that clung to the body, elegantly showing his tall and slender figure.
Is he also a warrior? Or to put on this armor just to increase courage?
Most of the people here are elegant~EbookFREE.me~The skeleton is fine, their faces are sharp and angular, just like the statues of the mansions they live in, Quelsana judged that they should be from the Benedict Empire The military aristocracy came from a province in the western part of the empire. Perhaps the ancestors were once among the conquerors hundreds of years ago.
But now, they can only stare at their silent eyes, lying in the homes of more than ten generations with the black blood stains on the corners of their mouths.
They all swallowed poison and died, rather than self-determination rather than fighting.
Quelsana felt a little sad.
"Why are you staring at these?"
As soon as the sound arrived, Quel'Sana could smell the hot sweat, and noticed the iconic wildness of Ok.
The Hawk Lady turned around and found herself facing a mouth full of teeth and a pair of amber eyes that only regarded him as food. Standing behind the three big jumps was the grid Lack, he still carried the horrible battle axe on his shoulder, still covered with blood and minced meat.
The warlord came over and kicked the young man's body into the pool with one foot.
"They can't give you anything unless you can talk to the body?"
"I am not a necromancer."
Quelsana shook her head, and he saw the confusion in Grak's eyes.
"The secrets of the dead are unknown, only the living can help us expand our understanding of these worlds."
"What is worth knowing? If they resist, we will kill. If they don't resist, we will kill. That's all. You have complicated things, birds."
"maybe."
Quel'Sana did not want to argue. She looked far into the distance and turned her gaze to the sky. Those crying and slaughtering were beyond her vision, but very real.