Chapter 494 See you after victory
Zaun and Piltover, coast.
The coastal defense embankment that took Shuangcheng a hundred years to build has now become the best defense position for the leader.
But facing the boundless sea of the dead before them, even this towering embankment that is strong enough to withstand hurricanes and tsunamis still cannot give people any sense of security.
The setting sun was gradually fading, but the sea was as bright as day.
This was not a reflection of city lights, but an endless stream of undead spirits emitting fluorescent ghost lights, rushing towards this side like a tsunami.
The goddess Gana, who had been guarding everyone, was now trapped by the enemy in a huge barrier formed by the black fog of undead, and she had been unable to break free.
Now, the leader can only rely on himself.
As a result, the world's most prosperous seaport has become the world's most intense battlefield.
"Fire! Fire!" This hoarse roar continued to echo throughout the battlefield.
Hundreds of jinx rocket launchers roared in unison, and dense rocket shells streaked out tens of thousands of brilliant flames in the sky, and finally fell towards the sea occupied by the undead like a meteor shower.
At the same time, thousands of Hex laser cannons released dazzling blue magic light. Thousands of blazing death rays pierced through the clouds like swords breaking through the air, heading towards the surging waves of the undead.
The bullets from the heavy machine guns were like a never-ending rainstorm, stirring up impenetrable steel storms on the sea.
Thousands of barrels of alchemical fuel were thrown into the sea, forming a series of blazing walls of fire on the sea surface to resist the undead.
Bazookas and howitzers have become the most popular toys in the Twin Cities at this moment.
Everyone on the coast seemed to be possessed by Jinx. They were all firing, reloading, firing, reloading... pouring firepower forward without stopping.
…
Then, hundreds of beams of light bloomed on the sea, thousands of fire clouds rose, wave after wave of iron rain poured down, and one wall of fire after another shot up into the sky.
Countless undead souls disintegrated and dispersed amid the sounds of explosions and burning, transforming into sparkling points of light like a starry sky.
I don't know how many tons of sea water evaporated into mist in this light, condensing into countless black clouds mixed with gunpowder smoke.
This scene is so magnificent.
Zaun and Piltover’s 300 years of industrial accumulation, Runeterra’s most advanced productivity, at this moment transformed into the purest and most terrifying destructive force.
This power is enough to destroy the world.
However, no matter how sharp the knife is, it cannot cut the flow of water, and no matter how fierce the firepower is, it cannot stop the tide of the undead.
No matter how much ammunition the leaders poured into the sea, how many souls they saved, no matter how much they bombed that ocean of the dead into pieces, no matter how cleanly they evaporated it.
They could only watch as the undead poured out of the gate of the underworld like an unstoppable flood, and gathered again on the sea surface to form an unstoppable tsunami of death.
"Hold on! Persistence leads to victory! Goddess Janna is also fighting, and she needs us to persevere!"
"Hold on firmly, there will be a way!" In desperation, the leaders began to encourage each other.
But there were also many people like Miss Zerri who, in this increasingly severe situation, became blood-thirsty, triggered the passiveness of the Zaun people, and greeted the family members of those undead: "Fuck you!"
"No matter how hard we try, we can never kill them all! What's the point of this?!"
She glanced at the sea, at the undead souls that were getting closer and closer under the heavy fire.
She glanced at the sky again, at the black fog that still trapped Janna.
Can we really win?
Even though Zeli had a firm belief, her heart was beating fast instinctively.
Although the intensive long-range firepower of the twin cities has successfully blocked the impact of the undead waves over the past period of time.
But the enemy's military strength seems to be unlimited.
However, the magic power of her and other wizards, the physical strength of the warriors, and the ammunition for rockets, machine guns and laser cannons are all limited.
How long will they have to hold out? When will victory come?
If they don’t come soon, the Twin Cities will be doomed!
Zeli was extremely anxious, but she did not back down at all at this moment.
"Powerful penetrating laser!" She played the role of a human turret, madly releasing magic power towards the wave of undead.
A beam of lightning shot out amidst the flashes of lightning, piercing through the sky for thousands of meters and melting countless undead souls.
Along with the rising high-temperature water mist, the dissipated high-voltage electric current quickly merged into the sea. Through the conduction of sea water, it instantly wiped out all life within a radius of hundreds of meters.
A small gap appeared in the ocean of undead.
But it was just a small gap.
In just a few seconds, before the evaporating mist even had time to dissipate, Zeli saw in despair that more undead souls broke through the mist and rushed towards her like a tide.
The gap healed quickly, and the Undead Legion's offensive became even more intense than before.
"Fuck!" Ze Li had no awareness of being a beautiful girl at all and couldn't help but curse harshly.
She is a talented lightning elementalist.
According to the latest magician professional grade standards issued by the Leader, she is already a second-level magician with a deputy senior title, even though she is not even old enough to go to high school.
But even so, facing the endless army of undead, she was still so powerless.
How long can she hold out? What about the others?
"Powerful penetrating laser!" She didn't have time to think about it.
Ze Li could only grit her teeth to suppress the growing feeling of despair, and then continue to output with all her might.
"Powerful piercing laser!"
"Powerful piercing laser!"
"Forced penetration...Laser!"
"Huh... strong penetration... Huh... laser!"
Sweat soaked the girl's cheeks. The electric light around Zeli became weaker and weaker, and the magic beams she shot out became less and less powerful.
"I..." She couldn't hold on any longer.
She really couldn't fight anymore, not a single mana left.
Ze Li retreated dejectedly to the rear of the position and sat down on the ground.
She looked at her comrades around her. Some of them had broken their gun barrels, and some had used up all their ammunition.
There were only a dozen or so barrels of alchemical fuel left on the battlefield.
The Hextech automatic turrets also stopped firing and shut down due to energy depletion.
Although everyone is still fighting with all their might, the situation is inevitably moving in a bad direction.
Looking around, the sea surface several kilometers away from the Gate of the Underworld to the coast of Twin Cities was filled with desperate fluorescent ghost lights.
The undead army was getting closer and closer, and was about to reach the coast and devour everything in Zaun and Piltover.
"What should we do? How long can we hold on?" Zeli looked at the black fog that trapped Goddess Gana from afar, and her heart became more and more desperate.
Maybe she will die here today?
Her parents, family, friends and neighbors will also meet the end of their lives on this day.
The struggle of the leader of Gana and the ideal of world peace also...
"Buzz--" The roar of a truck engine interrupted Zeli's increasingly pessimistic associations.
The truck drove onto the coastal embankment at lightning speed and stopped steadily in front of her position.
Zeli looked closely and saw that it was a tanker truck transporting alchemical fuel.
And the one driving the car was...
"Chuck?" Zeli recognized her childhood friend.
"Zeli!" Chuck jumped off the tanker truck.
"You..." Zeli's mood became more and more complicated.
She knew that Chuck had successfully graduated from technical school and was now interning at Zaun Alchemy and Fuel Group.
If it weren't for this sudden war, he might have finished his internship soon and gone to Shurima as a foreign aid technician for the second-line construction plan.
Chak was a technician in Shurima and she was an electromagnetics researcher in Zaun. They both had a bright future.
But now, everything is ruined.
"You..." Zeli was filled with grief. But she still managed to stand up from the ground and looked at the tanker thoughtfully: "Are you here to deliver alchemical fuel?"
"Yes." Chuck didn't have time to greet his childhood friend.
He nodded in response, ran quickly to open the valve of the tanker truck, and threw the oil pipeline directly into the sea.
Dozens of tons of alchemical fuel poured down, forming a sticky fluorescent green waterfall outside the dam.
Looking around, there were many such tankers on other positions, discharging fuel into the sea at the same time.
The fuel floated on the coast and quickly spread with the sea water, gradually forming a last line of defense on the seashore that could turn into a blazing sea of fire at any time.
"I see..." Zeli understood.
Although the alchemical fuel invented by Zaun alchemists is extremely polluting, it has extremely high calorific value and combustion efficiency.
The flying skateboard invented by Ike uses this kind of fuel. The small fuel tank and the extremely limited fuel are enough for one person to fly in the sky for a long time.
To deal with the endless waves of undead, this alchemical fuel that can burn for a long time and cause large-scale continuous damage is more useful than high-tech weapons such as Hextech laser cannons.
"But weren't the alchemical fuel reserves in Shuangcheng emptied before the war? Where did these temporary replenishments of alchemical fuel come from?" Zeli asked puzzled.
Chuck answered while busying himself: "Part of it comes from the collective donations of residents."
While the leading warriors were fighting bloody battles on the front lines, the citizens of Shuangcheng in the rear were also not idle.
Under the organization of community cadres, they collected fuel from private cars, loaded it onto trucks and sent it to the front line.
"Another part is produced temporarily by our factory," Chuck added.
"What?" Zeli was slightly stunned.
She was a little bit incredulous: "Your alchemical fuel factory is still producing now?"
Ze Li couldn't help but turn her head back. The factory was not far behind the position and only a stone's throw away from the continuous artillery fire.
Only then did she realize that while she was trying her best to stop the enemy, the factory behind her was still spewing out thick green alchemical waste gas without stopping for a moment.
"You...why don't you go to the sump area for shelter?"
"What are we hiding from?" Chuck replied with a smile, "If Mordekaiser breaks in, we'll die wherever we hide."
"So everyone has decided that we will stay in the factory and continue to maintain production."
Zeli bit her lip with a complicated expression: "But this is just a drop in the bucket."
"A cup of water is still water." Chuck said firmly, "If we can produce one more cup of alchemical fuel, we can kill one more enemy soldier."
Zeli was speechless. She was choking with sobs for unknown reasons.
And Chuck had completed his mission of dumping the fuel.
"I have to go back and continue to load oil." Time was running out, so he didn't stay for too long. He just hurriedly left Zeli behind and turned around to run towards the tanker truck holding the oil hose.
But at the last moment before getting on the bus, Chuck stopped.
He turned and said, "Zeli."
"Hmm?" Zeli raised her head.
Chuck hadn't spoken yet, but his hand holding the car door was shaking slightly.
"This..." Zeli finally noticed that something was wrong with him.
Yes...Chuck is afraid too. He is not as determined as he looks.
He is just an ordinary man, an ordinary worker who has never seen the world.
The most shocking scene he had ever seen was probably the coming of the goddess Janna. But the goddess was there to protect him and would not make him afraid.
Therefore, the moment he stood at the front of the position and on the edge of the embankment, the fluorescent ghost lights that covered the sun and blocked out the clouds and were overwhelming must have shocked the heart of this mortal.
This horrific apocalyptic scene is enough to make a brave knight collapse.
but……
Chuck hesitated for a moment, but what he finally said was: "First, you must win, Comrade Zeli!"
He clenched his shaking hands into firm fists: "See you after the victory."
Zeli: “…”
She and Chuck looked at each other silently, then looked behind Chuck at the city that they were protecting together.
She thought of Zaan in the past, and then thought of the present and their ideal future.
"Yes!" Lightning surged around the girl again: "We will definitely win!"
A surge of strength suddenly emerged from her exhausted body.
This is not some empty description, but the embodiment of willpower, the potential that erupts from the depths of the human soul.
"See you after victory, Comrade Chuck!" In the flash of lightning, Zeli said her final farewell.
"Yeah!" Chuck got into the driver's seat and responded with a smile: "After we beat Modkaiser away, I'll treat you to a meal of the Magic Swamp Frog."
"Yes!" Zeli nodded heavily: "I promise, you will not miss this meal of the magic frog."
The truck slowly drove away, carrying the leader's firm vow.
And just at this moment...
"Demon Swamp Frog?" Zeli was slightly stunned.
No, it wasn't the Magic Frog...it was the uncle who sold the Magic Frog, an old acquaintance of her and Chuck.
The snack bar owner also boarded the coastal embankment and came to the front line battlefield - and passed by Chuck who was driving away.
"Uncle, you..." She was about to ask him what he was doing here.
But there is no need to ask.
Because the snack bar owner did not come alone.
He held a machine gun in his arms and carried ammunition on his back, followed by a group of Shuangcheng citizens who were also fully armed.
"The second platoon of the third company of the first battalion of the Zaan militia, a total of 30 people, come to support!" The snack bar owner stood at attention in front of the position and introduced himself loudly.
Obviously, he was a city militia member sent as a reserve force.
"Uncle..." Zeli couldn't believe it: "You really did it?"
Although she knew that this uncle, the Demonic Swamp Frog, was very familiar with the theories of the Leader and actively participated in various activities organized by the Leader, including the city militia training.
But we are all neighbors, so how capable is this "leader"?
This snack bar owner, in the eyes of others, is a master of Gana theory and a pure folk leader;
But the neighbors who knew him well privately gave him a nickname, calling him "the trend-setting enthusiast."
The reason is simple...
Just because this person's theoretical research is better than Levi's and he can talk about more great principles than anyone else, but when you check his faith, it turns out that he is just a wind-follower with shallow beliefs.
He is usually active and participates in all activities in Zaan City, but he never really takes part in the struggle or devotes himself to construction.
It was clear that the leader was in dire need of grassroots cadres to provide foreign aid, but there was no sign that this theoretical master had signed up to support the second line.
Plus, he always likes to talk about Janna theory with diners, showing off his profound theoretical knowledge...
So over time, people started calling him a "trend-setting enthusiast" and a "verbal revolutionary."
These sarcastic comments became more prevalent among the neighbors as the snack bar owner's business grew stronger and bigger, and he began to drive luxury cars and wear famous brands.
Some were jealous, while others sincerely believed that he had finally revealed his spiritual power...
Gradually, even Zeli, who had a very good relationship with him, was influenced by public opinion and began to doubt his beliefs and began to think that he was just a fan of Lingfeng .
But now, at this most dangerous moment...
But he really came.
"Hey...girl, why are you looking at me like that?" As soon as the snack bar owner saw Zeli's strange look, he knew what she was thinking.
"You think I'd be scared and run away from the militia like a coward?"
"Haha." Zeli laughed dryly.
"Don't underestimate me!" the snack bar owner shouted firmly, "I am now a true leader!"
As he spoke, he proudly displayed his thread of faith.
The thread of faith was so bright and shining, not at all dim like before.
"Uncle..." Zeli stopped smiling.
In front of this line of faith, all the negative impressions of the past are meaningless. She knows:
"Zeli, we are comrades now." The snack bar owner came forward and solemnly extended his hand to her: "Let us fight side by side!"
"......Yeah!" Zeli looked serious.
The two hands were clasped together tightly. The snack bar owner's greasy face looked so resolute at this moment.
Then... he glanced at the sea and saw the group of undead souls rushing towards him.
"Fuck?!" Zuan dialect blurted out.
The thread of faith was instantly frightened and lost several hundred lumens.
"Uncle." Zeli fired lasers to block the undead army, and advised with a strange look on her face: "Why don't you go back?"
"I..." The snack bar owner swallowed nervously.
Facing the vast undead army, his performance was a hundred times worse than Chuck's.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat and his body was shaking violently. At first glance, it seemed that he couldn't even stand steadily.
But in the end…
"No! I won't leave!" He gritted his teeth and trembled as he set up his machine gun: "I don't want to be a fan of leading the trend anymore!"
"I want to be a leader! A real leader!"
"You can't do that, uncle." Zeli said without turning her head: "Leader is not an honorary title."
"If you aspire to be a leader just for the sake of fame, you will never be a true leader."
The snack bar owner remained silent and did not answer.
But the next second, gunshots rang out. Machine guns spewed out angry flames and bombarded the sea of undead.
He didn't run away in fear, he joined the fight.
"Uncle." Zeli turned around and was surprised to find: "You..."
The thread of his faith, which had dimmed due to fear, suddenly became bright again.
"Zeli, the reason I must become the leader is not for honor."
"I..." The snack bar owner replied tremblingly: "I must become a real leader--"
"Because only in this way can I contribute more power to Goddess Janna, and only in this way can we win, and only in this way can we..."
"Only so that we don't have to go back to the past! Only so that we don't have to be slaves!" he roared.
Not only him, but other reserve militiamen who came to support also achieved the sublimation of faith.
Almost every Twin Cities resident understands the Leader's ideology and theory, but not everyone has the Leader's selfless spirit of sacrifice and can have a truly pure faith.
But now…
Every citizen of the Twin Cities who did not retreat after seeing the horde of undead, and every citizen who insisted on staying on this line of defense, became a true leader, just like the snack bar owner.
Gradually, the snack bar owner's hands stopped shaking.
His thread of faith was bright and shining, stretching far into the black fog barrier and transmitting power to Janna.
"Zeli." The snack bar owner's finger was tightly on the trigger, and a fearless smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth: "After the war is over, I will treat you to a magical frog."
"Yeah." Zeli's eyes flashed with blazing lightning: "See you after the victory--"
"Comrade."
