Chapter 1007: Move

The roar of the rainbow main cannon and the magic cannon finally gradually subsided. The jitter caused by the power spine in the high load mode also quickly subsided as the load decreased. The layers of armor of the Iron Throne - the Earthly Python were covered. In the carriage, the normal operation of machinery and the sound of vehicles rolling over the track replaced the previous sound of gunfire.

Maryland left the command seat and came to the window on the side of the carriage. He looked through the strengthened crystal glass window toward the distant plains. Smoke and fire were still rising on the horizon, burned by rainbow rays. The scorched earth glowed with a little red light at the end of his sight.

A moment later, the roar of another train came from behind. The Iron Scepter, which had previously slowed down to create a shooting window, slowly accelerated and gradually caught up with the earthly giant traveling in front. Python, before the two cars merged, rhythmic lights flashed on their respective cars to inform each other that they were safe.

“Aerial reconnaissance did not detect large-scale enemy activities, and the vehicle-mounted sensors did not detect abnormal magic fluctuations,” a technical soldier reported loudly from behind the communication station, “The escort train applied for acceleration to confirm the condition of the road section ahead.

"Permission," Maryland nodded, "warn the boys and girls in that car to keep their eyes peeled for the damage done to the railroad by those Typhons who have learned to place themselves near the lines." Arcane neutralizer and passively triggered large bomb."

"Yes, General!"

Maryland nodded and looked out the east window again, diagonally above. In the sky, he saw two small black dots flashing through the clouds, with a faint halo of magic trailing behind the black dots.

That was the air company escorting the Mortal Python - the Dragoon Reconnaissance Squadron. This air force provides protection for the frontline railways. It is also responsible for reconnaissance of enemy movements in the outer areas of Winterhold and bombing of some Typhon strongholds. When the Iron Throne performs a sortie mission, the main responsibility of the air formation is to protect the armor. Train, beware of aerial attacks by those Typhons.

This was Cecil's response after a Typhon air formation attacked an armored train not long ago and almost caused huge damage.

From Maryland's point of view, the Typhons' air force is not strong. Although the old-fashioned combat griffons and flying mages are large in number, they lag behind the dragoon fighters by a whole level in terms of combat capabilities. This is really troublesome. Instead, it should be Typhon's air defense force close to Winterfort - the powerful Typhon Empire has built a large number of mage towers in the border areas. In the era of new warfare, those towers are unable to resist the tanks and tanks advancing in groups. Large cannons with an astonishing range, but their long-range lightning and beam arrays pose a great threat to the relatively fragile and short-lived dragoon troops.

In a certain reckless bombing operation, several Dragoon fighters were shot down by the lightning and lasers that covered the sky.

This forced Maryland, which had had the upper hand since the beginning of the war, to carefully measure the Typhons' war capabilities several times, and summarized some experience.Experience - air superiority can indeed determine the direction of a war. However, the threat posed by ground anti-aircraft firepower to air forces cannot be underestimated. In actual combat, backward weapons may still pose a huge threat, especially in When the enemy knows how to learn and adapt.

The communicator not far away rang.

Maryland came to the communicator. After activating the projection crystal, the image of a dragoon warrior appeared in the sky. The other party was in the cockpit. In the background, the clouds outside the cabin and the edge extension could be vaguely seen. Out on the Dragon Wing Drive.

"The area is safe, sir," the dragoon soldier in the communicator reported the reconnaissance situation. "In addition, clouds have been observed to gather, and it seems that another snowfall is coming."

...

The machine made of steel and crystal is in the sky As it soared, the howling cold wind swept back along the tangent to the edge of the shield and dragon-wing driver. The fine water vapor and dust in the airflow were disturbed by the force field released by the anti-gravity ring, forming a wonderful circle around the aircraft. "Ring", and protected by layers of shields, steel, and crystals, the pilot in the cockpit had just finished communicating.

“It snows very frequently in the north this winter,” he said to the mechanic and bombardier sitting behind him. “It has only been sunny for a few days.”

“This makes I remember when I was driving a gryphon," the comrade sitting in the rear control seat responded. "At that time, the gryphon knights who could take off and return in the wind and snow were all recognized warriors - not only must they have the ability to challenge the wind and snow The courage and skill, as well as the patience and experience to calm the griffin after returning."

"Yes, my father once had this skill - he was the most outstanding person in Solandor at that time. The gryphon knight once successfully piloted a gryphon to deliver a letter from the lord to a manor outside the city during a snowstorm. He was awarded a reward after returning. Unfortunately, the age of the gryphon ended before I could master his superb flying skills. Now..."

"Ah, your father is an amazing gryphon knight...but I am more curious about how important that letter is, and it needs to be delivered in a snowstorm at risk..."< /p>

"Ha, that was a damn love letter, written by the lord to his mistress - my father was so angry when he knew what he was about to send, but he had to obey the order, but His mood improved when he saw his mistress's lover in the manor..."

The comrade sitting in the back row was stunned for a moment, then realized and couldn't help laughing. , so the air of joy filled the flying machine made of steel.

The pilot couldn't help but smile. At the same time, he paid attention to the data on the instrument panel and the scene outside the cockpit. He saw that the iron-gray cloud in the distance was thicker and closer than before. The surface of the cloud layer It was rolling and surging, as if a storm was brewing inside. Such a scene made him couldn't help but tighten his hands on the joystick, frowned and said: "Damn...it looks like the clouds are coming towards us. ..."

"Are the clouds gathering and moving so fast?" The mechanic was a little confused. "The anemometer shows that the wind speed is not that high outside..."

"The sky is unpredictable. Anyway, we should be more vigilant," the pilot muttered. His eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the rolling clouds. In a daze, he seemed to see thousands of troops moving in the clouds, but he concentrated again. When he looked, he couldn't see anything. "...Did you see it just now? I always think this cloud is a bit weird..."

"I didn't see anything?" The mechanic He looked outside through the side observation window in confusion, "Were you blinded by the reflection on the clouds?"

The pilot frowned. Having experienced the divine disaster in the Holy Spirit Plains, he quickly He made a decision: "... Anyway, let me report first. This war is very evil. Nothing you see can be regarded as an illusion - maybe the experts at the rear can analyze something."

The mechanic said With this deep agreement, the pilots turned on the communication device in the corner of the control seat again. While their attention was attracted by the clouds outside the cockpit, in a corner that neither of them noticed, the mental protection system in the cockpit Several runes in it lit up spontaneously - the light was so weak that it was almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but it pulsed slowly like breathing.

......

Clement Dart stood on a high hill, overlooking the land where smoke and flames were still coming out not far away, and looked at the The debris and flags scattered randomly among the black soil and white snow remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that a gust of wind roared over and picked up the loose snow particles on the hill. The Typhon noble said in a deep voice to the mage attendant beside him: "That's Cecil." "The damage caused by human weapons?"

"Yes, sir," the mage attendant lowered his head and replied, "Information says that the Cecil people call it 'Rainbow Light', a kind of high-purity, high-energy The powerful and long-lasting arcane focusing ray is incredibly powerful and has an extremely long range. This technology was not yet mature at this time last year. Due to the heat dissipation problem, the Cecil people could only install it on a fixed position. Or put it on a ship, but this year they put it on their mobile fortress..."

"Mobile fortress..." Count Clermont squinted his eyes, high in the sky above his head, A mage's eye is heading towards the defense line of Winter Wolf Castle. In the center of the indifferent and detached "pupil" of the mage's eye, the railways and bunkers on the distant horizon are reflected, as well as the armored train moving towards the south. "I can see Yes, it is indeed an incredible creation.”

"Yeah, incredible... That incredible thing has caused us several heavy casualties, and even directly destroyed several of our fortresses - it moves quickly, is terrifyingly powerful, and has strong protective capabilities. There are always people around it. There are a lot of other war machines guarding it. It is a steel fortress armed to the teeth. It is equipped with wheels and can run very fast. There is nothing we can do about it," the mage attendant sighed. "Count Parin Winterhold once organized an air raid. , we almost succeeded, but failed due to lack of preparation. After that, the Cecil people immediately learned their lesson and began to use that kind of flying machine to prevent our air attacks."

Cremont controlled it. With the eyes of the mage, he carefully searched the distant sky and finally locked on the small black spots flying through the clouds.

"It doesn't matter...we are here to solve this problem," he said in a deep voice, while raising his head and looking directly at the northwest sky with his naked eyes - in his sight, huge clouds were forming It quickly took shape and moved towards the defense line of Winter Wolf Castle, "Is it a miracle of war... Ask those priests, when will the 'miracle' they are talking about be fully formed?"

"I I asked just now, and the priest who presided over the ceremony said that everything went well, and the gods responded very positively to this prayer - they suggested that you set off in twenty minutes."

Clay. Monte nodded slightly: "Very good - inform the mages and the gryphon knights in ten minutes to prepare."

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The hill where Clemont is located Nearby, in a large gathering place, the sacred ceremony was coming to an end.

A war-god priest wearing a priest's robe stood in the circular assembly hall, leading nearly a hundred priests in the last chapter of prayer. The low and solemn prayers echoed in the hall, even covering up. The whistling of the cold wind outside was silenced, and in the center of the entire hall, on a platform slightly higher than the surrounding ground, flames were burning in a huge brazier, and a layer of iron-ash sheen gradually appeared in the constantly beating flames.

The God of War priest walked the last circle around the flames and stopped at an extremely precise position and time. He turned around and faced the flames, with his back to the priests who were bowing their heads in prayer. His face could not help but be filled with emotion. A look of joy and enthusiasm emerged.

He could feel that his Lord had cast a concerned gaze on the world.

This is a turbulent period, a dark and depressing period. The situation seems to have reached the extreme. In Aldernan, in most places in the hinterland of the empire, public gatherings of God of War and prayer activities have been violently suppressed. Forbidden, believers and priests tried to resist, but were unable to confront the Augustus family, which firmly held military power. This made many priests frustrated, and some were even punished for having the idea of ​​​​abandoning the gods.

But here, the priest felt hope again.

After all, the tyrannical emperor did not have the courage to completely abandon the gods., he also knows who has been sheltering Typhon for hundreds of years. Here, in this place closest to the war front, the priests can still pray, perform such large-scale sacred rituals, and communicate with the gods... Is there anything more comforting and encouraging than this?

The northern front line is cold and miserable, and of course not as comfortable as the warm church at the rear, but for devout priests, as long as they can get closer to the gods, it is the most comfortable place.

This battlefield is the place closest to the gods. Every devout God of War priest can feel this here: as the war continues and as order is re-established, they fight in winter. The Wolfsburg-Winterfort frontline is feeling the breath of the gods more and more clearly. There is no doubt that this entire area has become a sacred place - just like the "sacred territory" mentioned in the classics, this most The battlefield close to God’s truth has become the closest place to the kingdom of God in this world.

A smile appeared on the face of the Ares Priest. He stared at the brazier in front of him. The six eyes and three cracks on his face were all filled with smiles. In the blazing flames, he saw When he arrived, his beloved Pope, Malm Dunit, was standing there, showing a gentle and loving smile to the priests who were praying devoutly in the assembly hall.

The surrounding prayers have finally reached the last paragraph, the invisible bridge has been established, and the connection between the world of gods and the mortal world has become unprecedentedly strong in this assembly venue.

The priest took out the iron dagger without hesitation and cut a deep wound on his palm. Before the wound squirmed to heal, he sprinkled the blood into the brazier.

The blazing flames suddenly rose, and the iron-gray color in the flames spread rapidly. The next second, the flames in the entire brazier were dyed with the color of steel, giving off a majestic and majestic aura. then descended on the assembly hall.

"Lord! Please send a miracle!"