If We Are Wrong

The Humvee suddenly braked and came to a stop.

Kang De's expression had become extremely solemn.

Since the Elf Expeditionary Force has launched another war, they will be extra wary of him and have prepared to deal with Mass Projection attacks. With spatial anchor points in place, A Xing and Sword Saint Cascading Snow sped toward Danfeng Lucerne, where they would inevitably encounter the Elven army's surveillance, interception, and restraint along the way.

Whether it's a long-planned ambush or a diversionary attack targeting a settlement or town, the expeditionary command will rack its brains to constantly hinder Kang De's progress, trying to deplete his attack attempts, or even directly harm him... These are the battles he will face.

But things on Earth aren't finished yet.

Only by escorting his father to the China support base in Djibouti can his father be completely safe. However, even at Horus's speed, even if he ignores the terrain and speeds through the night, it will still take at least two days and forty-eight hours to get there. Even if the flow of time is reversed, it will still take nearly seven hours in the other world.

How could A Xing and Sword Saint Cascading Snow not encounter any situations requiring combat within seven hours?

At that time, Kang De would inevitably have to return to the other world. How should he arrange for his father's return?

Thoughts raced like wheels, Kang De's voice suddenly turned menacing. "Go to that mountain over there!"

Papa Kang frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kang De took a deep breath. "Something's come up... I have to leave for a few minutes."

Kang Jinzhu pressed, "Where are you going?"

Kang De said in a deep voice, "It's a long story, and I don't have time to explain it now. I'll tell you later."

Kang Jinzhu was unwilling to comply. He could tell something was wrong from his son's expression; the rage and ruthlessness between his brows were obvious to any father. He insisted, "Explain as much as you can before you leave!"

Kang De snapped, "--Stop asking!"

This furious, murderous roar startled Chakat II in the back seat.

Kang Jinzhu was completely stunned by the shout. He stared blankly at his son, who was standing right in front of him, and saw that the other boy had an apologetic and sad expression, which was both angry and tired. He looked sad but also persistent.

Kang De turned his head to the side, looked out the window, and slowly said, "Don't ask anymore."

Kang Jinzhu then fell silent.

Horus sped off at full throttle, reaching the foot of the rolling hills not far ahead in just a few minutes. Kang De got out of the car, and Kang Jinzhu also got out. The rear door of the Humvee opened, Chatela II was thrown out, landing hard on his backside with a yelp as he clutched his stomach.

"Go and check the surroundings."

Humvee Kang De's instructions, the Hummer hummed twice and sped away.

Kang De took a deep breath, pressed his hand to the ground, activated his mental power, Extraction, enchanted and reinforced his left hand, and dug a tunnel that grew longer and longer, the long cave gradually becoming deep and dark.

"Come in."

Kang Jinzhu watched as his son dug a path into the mountainside with his bare hands, as if he were playing Minecraft. He had no time to marvel or speculate. Meanwhile, the Black King stared wide-eyed, carefully touching the mud wall beside him. The soil, which should have been damp, was inexplicably incredibly hard.

After digging to a certain depth, Kang De expanded the space around him, took out a flashlight from his person, and inserted it into the cave ceiling to illuminate the area. He then retrieved several oxygen cylinders from the White Mist World, dripped blood around the cave walls, and reinforced them again. Turning to the two men, he said, "I'll be back in ten minutes at most. If the worst happens and bad guys come in, just surrender."

He left behind three guns and some ammunition before departing.

Kang Jinzhu grabbed his arm.

He turned back to look at his father's face, unsure how to interrupt his loved one's nagging and worry. Kang Jinzhu remained silent for a moment, then simply said, "Don't get hurt... try not to kill too many people."

Kang De simply hugged him. "I'll be careful, I'll be back soon."

As they left, they set up some obstacles along the way to block their path.

He emerged from the cave, Humvee roared towards him, "Father, it's safe."

Kang De nodded, pressed down on the Iron Son's vehicle, and led it back to the White Mist World. He pointed to the open-air armory that had been cleared on the north avenue, and the newly acquired armed helicopter on the other side. "Three minutes to rearm and formulate a plan. We need to resolve this battle as quickly as possible, understand?"

Horus without hesitation, "Understood."

Kang De left the White Mist World, but instead of immediately going to another world, he returned to Earth.

He traversed space, leaping to the mountaintop. After a moment's hesitation, he dialed a phone number.

A dazed voice sounded, "... Hello? What's up?"

Kang De said calmly, "Xiaoman, I'll send you my location. If I don't call you in fifteen minutes, contact the Comora Embassy immediately. My father is here."

Xiaoman on the other end of the phone immediately snapped to attention, "What? What happened?"

Kang De said softly, "Something came up... so just in case. I'm sorry to have worried you."

He hung up the phone and closed his eyes.

I'm sorry, Dad, every battle I've fought has been based on the premise that "the enemy will kill me," so I can't promise you anything.

The only thing I can promise and pledge is that I will do my utmost and use all available means to protect myself.

A black light flashed, Kang De traversed space, returning to the White Mist World.

As the river of time surges, its laws emerge, the scales tip, and the speed of time's passage reverses once more.

He looked at Horus, the Autobots transformed, its majestic and cold metal body standing proudly. The M61A1 six-barreled Vulcan cannon was already mounted on the right back of the Transformers. When it saw Kang De looking over, the parts twisted, the pulley moved forward, and this weapon of mass destruction with a rate of fire of thousands of rounds per minute slid onto the shoulder and aimed forward.

The Autobots immediately deployed their full-body weapon modules.

The dual mortar barrels on the waist and hips, the triple heavy machine gun blade on the left arm, the revolving grenade launcher on the right arm, the 30mm rapid-fire turret taken from the infantry fighting vehicle, and even the rocket launcher and grenade dispenser... The open-air armory next to it has various supply and ammunition boxes that were prepared in advance and are ready to be used at any time. In addition to various standard ammunition, there are also many enchanted weapons and homemade weapons.

For example, a C4 heavy Javelin that has been enchanted.

The thermite Flame sword was pieced together from captured elven weapons.

These were weapons and ammunition seized from the mercenary camps and Comora camps in the royal tombs. Usable ones were naturally incorporated into the armed forces, while unusable ones were transformed into usable ones.

Horus said, "Father, we are ready for battle."

Kang De glanced at his phone.

"You understand," his voice was colder than ever before, "We're in a hurry."

The Transformers's eyes turned crimson.

"I understand completely, my father."

A dim light tore through space. Kang De pressed the signal device, received a positive response, and then activated his ability to travel to the land of another world.

A fresher, more humid wind than in Africa filled my nostrils, yet the air carried a chilling, oppressive scent.

Kang De landed suddenly, followed by an explosion. Snowflakes flew across the sky. A Xing and the Sword Saint Cascading Snow had already engaged the enemy. Dozens of elves were fighting around the two like spinning tops, their brilliance shining and their Dou Qi spirit surging. Elf clad in silver armor flew up and burst open, their blood splattering across the sky. Meanwhile, their companions bravely filled the gaps in the sky.

Elven scouts on the outer perimeter were closely monitoring the battlefield. Upon spotting Kang De, they were initially startled, then drew their bows and arrows, shouting a stern warning, "The Cathayan are here!"

Immediately, half of the elves abandoned A Xing and the Sword Saint Cascading Snow, and fiercely attacked Kang De.

In the distance, banners fluttered and the earth trembled. Cavalrymen began to maneuver, and archers drew their bows in preparation. The secret weapons that the Expeditionary Force's General Staff had been meticulously preparing were lurking in the shadows.

Around Kang De, arrows and spells rained down like a storm.

Kang De sat upright in the car, closed his eyes, and unleashed his spiritual power, engraving an imprint. An M61A1 six-barreled Vulcan cannon swiftly rose from the rear seat, aimed at the sky, and the bullets in the magazine continuously flashed with magical light.

The sound of tearing cloth rang out.

From left to right, the Vulcan cannon swept across the area for several seconds, its muzzle flashing like starlight and Mars flying everywhere.

The numerous spells that had been accumulating power and were launched were scattered in response, their cores completely destroyed. Many arrows were shattered and broken, but a stream of light shot into the sky from the muzzle of the gun, leaving behind the trail of a tracer bullet, like the afterimage of a scythe wielding its blade in the air.

Hundreds of elite Twilight Moon warriors were enveloped within it.

In an instant, only flying debris and scattered bits of flesh and blood remained.

Kang De's gaze was icy. "Charge! White phosphorus bombs!"

The Humvee roared, accelerating to its limit in seconds, like an unstoppable steel warhorse neighing wildly. Four mortars rose up, and with a series of muffled thuds, shells were thrown into the distance, exploding in the air and scattering white smoke like clouds, which fell to the ground.

The bone-devouring flames blazed fiercely.

A scream erupted.

The Humvee charged forward.

Thanks to the intervention of the Vulcan Cannon, most of the Twilight Moon elite soldiers who were besieging A Xing and Sword Saint Cascading Snow were killed in an instant. Although they had some understanding of Kang De's attack methods, they did not fully understand them. Although they were wearing heavy armor and had magical defense, even the strongest shield and the most wonderful magic in the world have their limits.

The defenses designed to target 12.7mm ammunition were no match for the 20mm caliber six-barreled rotary cannon with a range several times greater than the M2HB. The outcome was obvious: even if the enemy was wounded but not killed, they would be unable to withstand the combined attack of A Xing and Sword Saint Cascading Snow. The two swept through the enemy like a whirlwind before landing on the Humvee.

On the distant command platform, the elven legion commander, gazing at the burning land and neighing warhorses, immediately ordered, "Mage support squad, prepare! Turn to hurricane defense and disperse the enemy's projectile weapons!"

The heavily armored elf looked at the alchemist beside him. "Your Excellency, it's your turn."

The other party nodded solemnly, then looked in the direction of Kang De's attack. "Unbelievable, has Eastern alchemy developed to such a level? But alchemists naturally have their own way of fighting. Although sharp arrows are difficult to block, no one would be foolish enough to face them head-on... As long as the warrior who draws the bow is subdued, then no matter how powerful the bow and arrow are, they are useless. In the end, he is just a person."

He waved his hand, signaling to his deputies, subordinates, and apprentices who were waiting nearby.

"It's our turn to enter the game."

A burning, even greedy, glint flashed in the alchemist's eyes. "Unheard-of powerful weapons, diverse in variety and varying in power, but I can sense a commonality among them..."

"Like longbows, crossbows, ballistae, catapults, and even slings, these weapons vary in size, power, and usage, but ultimately, they are all the same weapon: using a link that can store power to transform scattered and difficult-to-control force into a concentrated and directed force, and then releasing it to propel a projectile and strike the target. They are essentially the same weapon."

The elven alchemist opened his hand, a long, narrow 7.62mm bullet lying quietly in it. He said softly, "Commander, if we fail, please send an envoy to let the Council know that what this Cathayan is using may not just be a powerful alchemical weapon, but the terrifying force of the next military era, just as our ancestors who fought in the jungles forged the first stone knife and crafted the first wooden bow... Such brilliance cannot be wielded by humankind."

The legion commander frowned and said, "Are you serious? Just this human?"

"Based on..." The alchemist glanced at the renowned general beside him, a bitter smile appearing on his face, "We have indeed been powerful for far too long. He has already arrived before you, Your Excellency. Even so, are you still unwilling to face your enemy squarely?"

"Of course I value him, and I know his achievements and his strength, but isn't what you're saying a bit of an exaggeration?" the legion commander said in a deep voice. "You mean he will lead a new era and guide a new military revolution, just like the wise men and heroes who have appeared in our race and in this world before?"

"That's what happens if we die."

The commander pressed him from behind, asking, "Why do you think that?"

The alchemist stepped down from the platform, then turned back upon hearing this. "Because I don't know what powers that alchemical chariot, I can't understand how it can transform into a more powerful mechanical giant, I don't know why those new weapons always produce fire and smoke when they fire, and I don't know..."

He raised the bullet in his hand and sighed softly.

"I have no idea how these massive numbers of arrows were made, nor why they were made this way. Compared to those powerful and incomprehensible alchemical weapons, what terrifies me most are these arrows made of poor materials, with strange designs, not sharp at all, yet capable of piercing, shattering, and destroying even the hardest armor and the bodies of warriors."

"--The Cathayan could make them almost identical, but they were too lazy to make them any sharper or more pointed. I am terrified by this."

The elven commander still couldn't understand.

He was sent here because he already valued Kang De highly, because even the most arrogant elf would not underestimate a Forbidden Spell spellcaster who had once annihilated five major warbands with a single stroke... But he could not understand the fear of this alchemist master.

After all, he was just a soldier, a general of a world hegemon, an officer of an invincible army. He could accept the defeat of an army or a battle, but he could not accept total backwardness.

What does "backward" mean?

He said, "I still don't understand."

"I don't understand either. I pray to the gods, praying that my guess isn't true... I know that if these words get back to the Royal Alchemical Arms Center, they'll probably become a laughing stock among my colleagues. If I weren't so at odds with their views, I wouldn't be here..." the alchemist said calmly. "But it doesn't matter. If it's false, I'll prove it with victory; if it's true, I'll prove it with my life."

Gunfire erupted again in the distance; it was no time for conversation, for both men had their own missions to fulfill.

"I wish you victory in any case."

The commander said, "It seems there's yet another reason for Kang De to die here."

The alchemist simply smiled and didn't reveal anything.

--Accepting orders to intercept Kang De's army at this point in time would almost certainly lead to their defeat. Even if they were not defeated by the enemy's endless stream of extremely powerful alchemical weapons, and even if they achieved great advantages and results, they would usually still be doomed to failure.

Because Kang De was a Forbidden Spell user, he could use Forbidden Spell to cheat even in the worst situations.

All five Dragon Banner Warband were wiped out, let alone them.

Even so, the soldiers fought with high spirits. Even though they knew from top to bottom that the outcome of this battle was extremely dangerous, they still did not hesitate. Someone had to fight this Cathayan, someone had to intercept him, and someone had to avenge the tens of thousands of comrades who had died. Even if they died, as long as they could deplete one of his Forbidden Spell, it would be an unparalleled victory.

For this reason, they fought bravely.

This is the spirit and will forged by the Royal Army through centuries of bloody battles. Even if death is inevitable, they will fight to the very end. As long as this spirit exists, the backwardness of weapons and the weakness of strength are only temporary, and there will eventually be a day when they catch up again.

"... Yes, we weren't born strong."

The alchemist threw the bullet on the ground and stomped on it.

On the central army supply wagon, the canvas was torn open, a mental connection was established, and the sorcerers activated the alchemical golems.

Driven by magic stones and linked by arcane energy, intricate and profound magic circles drive gears and bearings, mechanical dogs, golems, colossi, obsidian gargoyles, clockwork warriors, fixed turrets, magic battering rams... Alchemists drive these prototype alchemical weapons into the battlefield.

They looked towards their mentors and pioneers.

The leader of the Mechanical Transmission School.

They will be here to test theories, inventions, and the future.

"Let's begin."

The alchemist remained calm, watching the roaring alchemical chariot hurtling towards him, sweeping and engulfing everything in its path.

"If our path and direction are wrong, then let our remains and bones serve as a reminder to our homeland and our fellow travelers."

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PS1: Five thousand words... That's all for today, I'm so sleepy, I'll write more tomorrow.