There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 582, The War Begins Once Again
After a brief pause.

Shout loudly.

"Forward! Forward without stopping!"

It was exactly the same as last time.

Under the somewhat complicated gazes of those young instructors.

One voice after another followed Xiao Yang's shout.

The frenzy was intense, layer upon layer, deafening.

"Forward! Forward without stopping!"

………….

All the reserve soldiers were given a day off, a day to spend with their families.

Sitting on those large and small wheels that rumbled and made an ominous creaking sound.

This is a magical machine that players have recently been tinkering with.

It has many drawbacks.

"Low power, too loud, and ugly."

It also has many advantages.

"Stable, simple structure, and can be powered by inferior magic blocks."

To put it simply...

"A magically powered tractor."

Leaving the main road connecting the cities, turn onto a side gravel road, and soon a few scattered houses come into view.

He jumped off the tractor that was constantly belching out black smoke.

A young figure, with a bright smile on his face, ran wildly along the road.

Shortly after.

A spacious courtyard appeared.

The small, square building is covered with white and gray tiles and has a large, semi-circular balcony.

No need to look, this is also a masterpiece by the players.

can only say.

"The future of the civil engineering industry is bright."

Although these guys were frantically plagiarizing, they also produced quite a few useful and good things.

This greatly promoted the development of civilization in the Land of Hope.

Those genuine, original technical talents, those elemental mages, are unwilling to create and research things for ordinary people.

And those newly born mechanical mages, one by one, were obsessed with gears and steel as if they were possessed.

In other words, only those players who are desperate and have no other choice are willing to fill this gap.

"but……."

Xiao Yang has been feeling increasingly familiar with many places lately.

In this land of hope.

In a daze, I always felt that the place looked very familiar.

Is this still a land of decay?

Such a question lingered in my mind.

The young figure, who had been walking briskly, stopped in front of the courtyard. His smile faded, replaced by a look of distress.

The sound of arguing broke out.

“I told you, we can’t let little Jarl go anymore; his brother is gone!”

A woman's voice, sounding somewhat broken, rang out in the courtyard.

"But."

"But what!"

"I only have this one son!"

Sharp words rang out.

Exhale.

Push open the door in front of you.

The scene in the courtyard came into view.

The mother with red eyes, the father at a loss, and the grandfather sitting on the steps with his pipe in hand.

His face carried a unique kind of stubbornness.

"I've passed all the tests, and I came in third place at the training camp!"

this moment.

It was as if the silence button had been pressed.

There was not a sound from the field.

in silence.

A magnificent old ox swayed and staggered towards the young figure.

He shook his head.

"Moo!"

"Go, we cannot let down the great hero."

Finally, the grandfather, who was sitting on the steps, spoke.

“We didn’t have any land before, and I still remember the beatings from the master. Now, we live in a house like this.”

"Even risking your life wouldn't be enough."

The woman wanted to say something more.

But she couldn't say anything. She just silently shed tears.

The young man standing at the entrance, however, seemed rather optimistic.

He stroked the old ox's head, waving his arms with great enthusiasm.

"I will come back alive!"

Everything seems like it was just yesterday.

………….

A day passes quickly.

City of Hope.

A dense crowd of figures gathered.

Amidst the whimpering sounds.

The massive magical train slowly pulled into the station.

During this period, these interconnected railway lines were the main projects being promoted.

Curious gazes fell upon the steel behemoth emitting a whistling sound.

This time, the new Salvation Army recruited approximately 200,000 people.

That's already a very large number.

On Earth, in the pre-kingdom era, a country with a population of over ten million could only maintain an army of roughly that size.

And this was just one recruitment quota for the Salvation Army.

In the foreseeable future, such signs will become more and more frequent.

The Salvation Army will grow larger and larger.

But it's not a big problem; the entire Land of Hope operates on a purely war-based system.

Meanwhile, the siphon effect is becoming increasingly terrifying.

At the eternal dimensional gate, a continuous flow of people is flowing in.

Hope City has developed into a veritable megacity, and its expansion shows no signs of stopping.

They boarded the train in an orderly fashion.

They waved goodbye to their relatives who came to see them off.

On the train, young Jarl, wearing a heavy coat and carrying a brand-new magic rifle as tall as a man, launched himself out of the window and waved to his family.

He's actually the second Jarrett Jr.

This is what peasant families are like; they don't have the complicated names and lineages of the aristocratic families of the past.

His grandfather was called Old Jarl, his father was called Jarl, his older brother was called Little Jarl, and he was also Little Jarl.

Waving his arms.

Shout loudly.

"I will come back, Mom, for the great hero, and so that you can live in a house in the city!"

"What my brother couldn't do, I will definitely do!"

He doesn't seem as calm as he appeared yesterday.

But this is not surprising.

No matter what, he's just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid.

The shouts continued until the roaring magic train sped faster and faster, until the whistling wind filled their mouths, until the figures on the platform could no longer be seen clearly.

War has begun once again.

………….

Simultaneously with the departure of Salvation Army reserves toward the front lines.

A top-down purge is taking place within the United City-State Management Committee.

Many of them were detained.

This is a massive upheaval that does not belong to a war that has already begun.

However, it happened in a more secretive way.

The news did not spread widely.

In a corner of the heroes' cemetery, some new, unnamed graves have appeared.

Under Xiao Yang's gaze.

This cleanup did not trigger endless climbing and biting.

But this does not mean protection.

All those who crossed the line met the same fate.

"die."

No one is exempt from involvement.

The impact of this cleanup is far-reaching.

Most importantly, this point has been clearly demonstrated.

Compared to "the god of springs, the god of radiance, the god of hunting, the ancient dragon descendant".

Compared to these high and mighty, truly divine beings who no longer bow their heads.

Their great hero still seems to be "human".

………….

On the edge of the heroes' cemetery, in front of the first unmarked grave that was built.

A very peculiar little white flower was placed down.

"In memory of that brave warrior."

(End of this chapter)