Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1219 - 937 Xu Cheng Is Also on the Frontline

Chapter 1219: Chapter 937 Xu Cheng Is Also on the Frontline

Seeing this, 101 breathed a sigh of relief. That’s good... that’s good...

Xu Cheng gazed at the city after the battle.

Every Ideal City in New Taixi State was vast and majestic, but now they had been ravaged by weapons of mass destruction, leaving ruins everywhere as black smoke billowed and dispersed into the night.

This is across the sea, the place where the people of New Taixi State live. Xu Cheng thought.

The enemies have unleashed a Heavenly Tribulation, killing half the world’s population; truly infuriating.

"Wow, the frontline!" Xu Cheng could imagine the fierce battle they went through when they raided Motor City yesterday.

This is also a victorious advance, representing the Lighthouse Core’s last production base being captured.

"The frontline isn’t a place for you." 101 wanted to pat Xu Cheng’s head, but Xu Cheng had grown as tall as 101.

"I don’t understand, I’ve had combat training, why should I fear the frontline." Xu Cheng was eager to fight the bad guys.

"There is no emotion here, only pressure; human life suddenly becomes very cheap, do you remember before, a child in the Young Witch group drowned in water, yet they calmly carried away her body? This place will also see many horrifying things, powerless to change, you’ll feel mental pain, leaving a lifelong shadow." 101 said.

As 101 spoke, she watched 102 naively and happily wander away.

Perhaps for the rest of life, 102 would have to live in such a clueless state, no longer recalling memories of killing.

"Hmph, I just have to walk around here." Xu Cheng asserted her autonomy.

"This isn’t fun at all, you’ll encounter things that make you uncomfortable." 101 warned.

"Uncomfortable?"

"Moral dilemmas, disciplinary troubles, and conflicts with locals. Even us battle-hardened Witches find these things troubling, let alone you?" 101 tried to make Xu Cheng understand how ugly war is.

War is very cruel, and many times there’s no right or wrong. Those who haven’t experienced war often have beautiful fantasies and feel excited about news reports, but only by being on the frontline will you know how annoying things really are, 101 thought.

"Anyway, I can’t go back; the way back is full of Ark Foundation people. We flew over here at the risk of a no-return." Xu Cheng explained.

Supplying for this army deep behind enemy lines, launching a surprise attack, the difficulties and obstacles are imaginable. 101 knew Xu Cheng spoke truth, and feeling helpless, she stopped blocking, merely nodded before disappearing instantly.

Xu Cheng moved according to her own will, walking back and forth here.

Due to her great contribution in supplying the troops, Xu Cheng obtained very high clearance.

Motor City’s surroundings were desolate, many buildings, even if undamaged, were scorched black by smoke.

Most roads and suspended corridors were severely damaged, as if the Allied Forces shattered a colorful crystal ball.

Xu Cheng checked the gun on her belt, holding a packet of military rations, freely wandering around.

She opened the military ration pack in her hand, inside were sugar water, nutrient paste, chocolate, biscuits, chewing gum, etc., snacking as she walked.

Arriving at a deserted intersection, Xu Cheng paused here for a while, fulfilling a long-held wish—to stand in the middle of a big road intersection!

Now, she could stay here indefinitely, without fear of blocking traffic in any direction.

The traffic lights were already dim, luxurious high-rises stood around, only they were all closed and in a dead silence.

She imagined herself as a traffic officer from a previous era, waving her arms in the road, directing invisible vehicles to come and go.

Apartments and shops lined the sides of the road, people were ordered to stay home. The people of New Taixi State stood behind doors and windows, watching this seemingly insane girl with amazed eyes.

Xu Cheng finished eating, walked to the side, throwing all the wrappers into the trash can.

She looked up, feeling it was beautiful here. There were tall green trees around, alive and real, not holographic projections or virtual trees.

All around were quite lovely metal decorations, fences, and bronze sculptures, the shop signs, canopies, and ad slogans were also trendy and advanced.

Every block was thoughtfully designed. The people of New Taixi State had advanced productivity and were keen on creating their home, isolated from the world, generations improving their living environment, thus every area of the city was quite exquisite, allowing people to linger for hours, feeling happy and unwearied.

This is the frontline, nothing much. Xu Cheng walked along the beautifully patterned road paved with small stones.

Beside the road, many vehicles and Shuttle Machines were parked. Owners were afraid to appear outside at this moment or drive their cars away, fearing to be shot by the Allied Forces’ stationed city security units.

Many people on errands were stuck outside in various places, bars, shops, and cafes filled with expectant people from New Taixi State, waiting for the moment of unlocking.

Xu Cheng looked towards them.

Those white-skinned people pressed their faces against the glass doors, staring at her with green or blue eyes. Just now, only this little oriental girl was enjoying the freedom to move, undoubtedly making them feel jealous.

"Look..."

"That girl..."

"Damn it..." they murmured among themselves.

Xu Cheng looked up and noticed that there were also many people standing behind the glass curtain walls of the high-rise buildings, overlooking her.

Feeling a little uneasy, she left the downtown area and ran back to the temporary garrison in the suburbs.

It was on this road that she suddenly saw a person in a white robe carrying two boxes, trying to pass through a checkpoint and enter the military zone.

"No pass, no entry allowed." The defending Nestor Corporation G-type synthetic human guard raised his rifle, aiming at the person.

"I’m a priest of the local parish, here to donate," the person in the white robe emphasized.

A priest? Xu Cheng found it a bit odd. It sounded like one of Dilnai’s subordinates.

"Quack quack," she walked over.

The priest turned his head and was somewhat surprised to see such a person.

Xu Cheng could now see clearly that the other party was a white-skinned person from New Taixi State, with brown hair, a big beard, and blue eyes.

"Lord Dilnai above, poor lost lamb, what are you doing here?" the priest asked.

"I should be asking you that," Xu Cheng said with her hands in her pockets.

"I am Reverend Goodman, belonging to the Charity Knight Orders of New Taixi State, a loyal servant of Lord Dilnai, spreading her gospel and kindness. I’m here to provide charitable donations, hoping to relieve those in pain, whether they are friend or foe. Lord Dilnai’s goodwill should always be conveyed," Reverend Goodman said.

His gaze went past the checkpoint to the field medical tents where medical drones and nurses were busily aiding the wounded from the Eastern Hemisphere Allied Forces.

A priest under Dilnai coming to help the soldiers of the Eastern Hemisphere Allied Forces? Xu Cheng found it very suspicious.

"You can’t go in, go back quickly," Xu Cheng urged, "Don’t wander around here, go away!"

"I come in the name of peace! For the merciful mission!" Reverend Goodman sang dramatically, "The war is over, let the differences disappear, child. All we need is tranquility and comfort."

"Who authorized you?" Xu Cheng pulled out her large handgun.

"No authorization is needed, only the ancient enduring goodwill of humans," Reverend Goodman claimed, "We bring nothing but small comforts. I want every weary soul to find healing; I wish to rebuild people’s trust in humanity. This has been Lord Dilnai’s teaching for the past six years, and I follow her without hesitation."

Xu Cheng became less suspicious and lowered her gun.

New Taixi State people are truly peculiar.

They are rich, free, and think highly of themselves, but their city is now occupied by people from the Eastern Hemisphere, and they are probably driven mad by this terrible reality.

She waved her hand.

"You say charity, what kind of charity?" Xu Cheng asked.

"The Motor City Dilnai Holy Church Charity Foundation. We raise funds to support those in disadvantaged social positions: people of color, new immigrants, the elderly, women, children. And now, your wounded soldiers. Even though you came to attack this city, Lord Dilnai’s compassion knows no boundaries," Reverend Goodman said.

"You can’t go in, but you can take me to your area to see," Xu Cheng wanted to find out what Dilnai’s subordinates were really doing here.

Reverend Goodman turned to look at the watertight checkpoint robot and shook his head helplessly.

"Then I’ll give these to you," he said, placing the two boxes down.

Xu Cheng walked over to inspect them. One box was filled with medical supplies like healing injections, bandages, hemostatic sprays, and antibiotics.

The other box was full of books, their covers worn and seemingly passed through many hands.

"Thank you." Xu Cheng took out her cartoon stickers from her pocket and stuck them on the boxes.

Now they belonged to Xu Cheng from now on!

"Then, I’ll take you to our sacred chapel," Reverend Goodman led Xu Cheng forward.

Xu Cheng walked cautiously, taking big strides behind Reverend Goodman. She didn’t know what Dilnai’s Holy Church and these devotees stood for, but she felt they might be able to reach some reconciliation with the people here.

Dilnai’s Holy Church chapels were widely distributed in the city. The chapel Reverend Goodman belonged to was hit by an Allied Forces artillery shell in yesterday’s war, half of it had collapsed. Now, the followers of the Secret Ritual Group were praying in the ruins.

In the center stood a glorious stone statue of Dilnai, her right hand holding a cross spear, her left a torch, with twelve giant wings behind her. Her slender figure was partially covered with a helmet, and she trampled serpents underfoot.

"Lord Dilnai..."

"Please bless us..."

"Reverend Goodman is back..." About a hundred people gathered here, a large crowd with varying attire, all relatively solemn. The age range was wide, the oldest being a hundred years old and the youngest the infant in a woman’s arms.

They were praying here, Xu Cheng observed carefully, and the white-skinned people looked similar to those in other places—two eyes, one mouth, two ears, one heart.

Just like the white-skinned people of the Taixi Continent, they all looked quite ugly.