Spider silk?
There was a very brief look of astonishment on Malm Dunit's face, and in the next second, his astonishment turned into panic.
The spider silk merged into his spiritual body in an instant, and then seemed to grow and spread from his body. Endless spider silk emerged from his skin and began to wrap around his whole body. The former pope, who had turned into a spirit body, let out a roar of shock and anger, and then wanted to summon the power of the gods to help him get out of trouble. However, he tried his best to make no response - some kind of power blocked him. His connection to the gods!
This is the fact that frightens Malm Dunit the most, even more than the weird runes displayed by Philip and the strange spider threads emerging at this moment - how could anything be able to stop him? A connection with the gods? How could anything be able to intercept the power of the supreme God of War? ! At this moment, there was an unprecedented solid connection between him and the gods. How could this connection be broken so easily? !
In shock, anger and astonishment, he yelled in a hoarse and chaotic voice: "What have you done?! My connection with the Lord is the closest, how could it be possible..."
His roar stopped abruptly just halfway through. The spider threads that invaded his spirit body had completely taken over his ability to move, and the figure of a white-haired girl emerged in his gradually frozen vision. .
The white-haired girl came to Malm Dunit with a serious look on her face: "Because you are closer to me now."
Unfortunately, Malm · Dunit could no longer hear the answer.
It wasn’t until this moment that Phillip truly breathed a sigh of relief. While soothing his pounding heart, he took a long breath, and then looked at the people around him who were paying close attention to the situation nervously and were ready at any time. The soldiers and civilian staff who came to help - all took out the "mental protection devices" they carried with them. The nearest senior staff officer had already put his hand on the button that sounded the alarm. Seeing everyone's reaction, The young imperial general nodded slightly in relief: "The crisis is over, let's all return to our posts."
Then he looked at Naratir, who was standing aside, and the man covered in spider silk. Malm Dunit, who was sealed and in a weird "cocoon" shape, couldn't help but said: "Is this the 'messenger' sent by the gods to spread pollution when they were on the verge of madness? I didn't expect to catch it so easily... "
Naratir on the side immediately shook his head: "Because it's just an avatar, so it's very simple."
"Just an avatar?" Philip's eyes suddenly widened.
"Well," Naratir nodded, "the soul is empty, the personality and thinking are fake, and most of the actions should be remotely controlled by a hidden body...or need to A large number of such incarnations condense to form an ontology. In short, the connection between this incarnation and the 'ontology' has been interrupted, and I can't trace it - that's not the case.In my web, the threads cannot spread far away from the neural network. "
Philip couldn't hide the disappointment in his expression, and couldn't help but ask: "...Then is this empty shell incarnation useful to us? "
"It's still of some use," Naratir thought for a moment and replied seriously, "I'll ask Duarte and Megol to help take it apart after I go back. Some memories remain. ”
“Then thank you for your hard work. "
Philip nodded and said, and then his eyes couldn't help but return to Malm Dunit. When his eyes glanced at the obvious and familiar sacred symbols on the other person's clothes, his face changed. It couldn't help but become a little complicated. The young imperial general opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end all his words turned into a silent sigh.
He also believed in the God of War. Until this moment, he couldn't tell whether he had really given up this belief.
When he first learned about Typhon's hidden danger of divine disaster, Philip went through a period of difficult thinking. For this reason, he even stepped into the church of the Holy Light Church to discuss issues of faith with the priests who had found new doctrines. This had some effect. After that, he carefully studied His Majesty Gawain Cecil's social theory. Many discussions about order and religious beliefs also had some effect.
At least, his mind became firm again after that, and he was not confused about his words and deeds.
< p>However, at this moment, when he saw the faith symbol of the God of War again, and saw a high-level priest from Typhon who had become the spokesman of the mad god, he couldn't help but sigh, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of pain in his heart. Loss and emptiness.He suddenly thought of what Emperor Gawain Cecil once said to him in a chat... Probably, this is the "labor pain" that many people in this world are destined to face. "Let's do it.
Naritir circled twice around the incarnation of Malm Dunit, casually "pulling" more spider silk from the air, as if packing it carefully. The spirit body that reacted became more entangled, and then she grabbed the silk net at the opponent's waist and lifted it up - a strong adult who was much larger than her body at the moment seemed to be weightless in her hands. After everything, she looked up at Philip and said casually: "You have to be more cautious. After all, you have been baptized and have a very devout faith. According to the research of human disobedients, in this case The 'connection' has been established, and even if you become less religious in your consciousness, this connection does not seem to disappear easily. ”
Before she finished speaking, she had already taken a step forward. This “god of the past” seemed to have crossed an invisible barrier, and its figure and the “cargo” it carried disappeared from everyone’s mind. In front of him.
Philip didn't have time to thank Naratir, which made the young general who always valued etiquette a little annoyed, but he didn't have much time to immerse himself in his personal feelings.
"willArmy," an adjutant saw what was going on here and walked over. The adjutant still had a trace of nervousness and fear on his face. It seemed that the sudden change just now left a deep impression on him, "Just now Is that the 'messenger' who spreads pollution? It seems that the divine disaster at Typhon has completely gone out of control..."
Godly disaster, this thing is either an unheard-of concept for most countries in the world, or it is a secret that is limited to high-level circulation. Information, even taboo matters that are prohibited from circulation, but the Cecil people who have faced two divine disasters are no strangers to it - the concept of divine disaster is written in the Cecil people's textbooks and newspapers , on the radio, and in the combat manuals of all front-line armies.
Everyone here knows what they may face, and they don't shy away from talking about it.
"We could have doubts before..." Philip said with a solemn expression, "But now it is basically certain that the out-of-control God of War pollution has penetrated Typhon's military system, and the divine disaster has already begun. Feng breaks out, and from now on, we are fighting against the out-of-control God of War. "
Philip seemed to have used up all his strength to finish this sentence, and then he slowly raised his head, but did not look at his adjutant, but looked over the adjutant's shoulder and across the busy hall. , beyond the thick and solid walls of Fort Treaty - that is the direction of Winter Wolf Castle
...
The sun had set two hours ago, and the thick night was shrouding it. The entire wilderness.
However, the supposedly silent night was torn apart by continuous artillery fire. The flashes of exploding magic crystal shells and sweeping scorching rays lit up this cold night again and again, in the frightening time. Amid the whistling, crackling, and roaring sounds, Winter Wolf Castle seemed to be besieged by countless ferocious beasts in the night, shaking violently under the continuous bombardment.
But this "shaking" was just an illusion, An. Dessa is familiar with Winter Wolf Castle. She knows that the fortress is still strong, and all the shield nodes still have a high safety margin. The enchanted city wall has not been substantially damaged so far, and the mage guarding the fortress The soldiers who control the city wall ballistas also have time to take turns to rest, and the defenders are still physically strong.
This is the most gratifying stalemate at present, and this situation deserves more than half of the credit. Thanks to the timely assistance of the Black Flag Magician Group,
Over the southwest city wall, a hazy magical halo rose into the air accompanied by layers of rune lights and shadows emerging out of thin air. Under the resonance amplification effect, the legion-level spell took shape again. The next second, a lightning storm fell in the sky several kilometers away from the city wall. Thick thunder crisscrossed the battlefield, and in the bright flash caused by the thunder explosion , Andersa's transcendent vision was operating at full capacity, and she could vaguely see the Cecil's artillery position at the edge of the lightning storm's strike range.
They seemed to have retreated a little again - — which would further weaken their own long-range artilleryThe power of fire.
Not all "Sky Fire" can hit targets across a distance of several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers. The Cecil people's magic devices also have various range limits. After the distance is extended, it is quite Some small and medium-sized "Skyfires" can no longer threaten the walls of Winter Wolf Castle.
But this is not something to be happy about.
The legion-level spells that the Black Flag Magicians are proud of, which can produce devastating firepower on the battlefield, can only be used for passive defense here. It was spent on fruitless "deterrence bombing". The mages were bombarding the open space with their precious magic power, and could only occasionally destroy a few intruding enemy squads. This was not a victory at all.
Since nightfall, Count Parin Winterburg’s expression has not improved.
However, Andersa knew that there was no way around it. The bottom line of such a predicament was just one sentence - the Cecil people were willing to scatter their troops and run rampant on the plains, even if they wiped out a few echelons. There are also more echelons coming up from behind to support, but Winter Wolf Castle is not willing to let the Black Flag Magician Group take a step outside the city wall.
But nothing should have been like this...
Andesa stood on the terrace high up in the castle, frowning at the chaotic and turbulent cold night. Everything even made her suddenly feel a little ridiculous.
She knew that there was a problem with the Church of God of War, which caused Typhon to mistakenly start this "war". However, as the opponent, the Cecil people...why did they react so strangely?
They seemed determined to have a fight, but this was not in line with the previous judgments of the situation by her grandfather and many military advisers in the country.
"General," the adjutant's voice suddenly came from behind, calling Andesa's thoughts back, "The Earl of Winterburg invites you to discuss tonight's city defense plan - he is in the East Hall."
Andesa looked back at the direction of the city wall for the last time, turned around and nodded to the adjutant: "I understand."
She took steps to leave the terrace, but Before passing the adjutant, she suddenly stopped again.
"General?"
"Is there any reply from the imperial capital? Matilda, Your Majesty, or my grandfather," she asked, "is there any reply?"
p>"No," the adjutant shook his head, "The communication directed to Aldernan has sent your letter three times, but there has been no reply. The communication tower network from the border to the imperial capital has just been renovated not long ago. It’s hard to say whether any of the nodes will have slow forwarding problems. If you are worried that something went wrong during the forwarding process, we can send it again. ”
Slow forwarding... at this time?
Andersa looked at her adjutant: "Claudian, if we all fall into huge chaos, then as the headquarters of the Church of the God of War, Aldernan..."< /p>
“This is a scary possibility, but at this stage we can onlyWe can trust the judgment of His Majesty and the Parliament and their abilities," the adjutant said, "Everyone has their own things to do. "
"...You are right," Andesa hesitated for a few seconds and said helplessly.
In any case, obeying orders has been the education she has received since she was a child. As a border commander, she also knows that her powers and responsibilities are limited.
“General, do you need to contact Aldernan again? "The adjutant asked from the side.
"No need, I have to go to the East Hall to find the Earl of Winterburg first." Andesa shook her head, stepped forward, and casually gave instructions to the adjutant. , “Go to the lobby on the first floor and come to me in time if you encounter any problems. "
"Yes, General. ”
Andesa left the terrace, walked down the spiral staircase, passed through the connecting corridor between the tower and the city wall, and walked quickly towards the east hall.
Cold The night wind mixed with the sound of gunfire in the distance blew through her fine hair.
When she passed a fork in the road, Andesa suddenly stopped.
Andressa looked up. Start by looking at a tower not far away - it is a building that looks like a mage tower, but there is a strange ring floating on the top that glows slightly in the night. The ring is being maintained by a force field. It rotated slowly, and a low and weak buzzing sound echoed in the night.
That was the communication tower of Winter Wolf Castle.
Andesa rarely stepped into this place. Facilities, because she has no talent as a spellcaster, neither understands how the communication tower operates, nor can she use the magic devices inside, so her mages have always done this for her.
Now that the war suddenly broke out, various affairs in Winter Wolf Castle were chaotic and complicated. She had almost no time to breathe, let alone the opportunity to pay attention to the operation of the communication tower - this was not something that she, as the supreme commander, should personally pay attention to.
But at this moment, she stopped in front of the communication tower
There seemed to be something wrong with the situation. She felt that she might have missed a certain detail or was caught by something. Blinded.
Andesa suddenly looked up, put her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and strode towards the direction of the communication tower.
There were two tall towers. The battle golem stood quietly and seemed to be functioning normally.
Andesa reached over the two golems and pushed open the door of the communication tower.
A trace of bloody smell floated. Into her nostrils