Endless magic power surges around you, and after being transformed by the spell model, it becomes bright light and heat. In the process, every inch of blood vessels and nerves in the body become some kind of blazing source, as if there is a scalding heat. The magma surged between his internal organs and flesh, and Clemont felt as if he was on fire. Everything in his sight was distorted by the high heat, turning into some white-hot weird illusion, which he couldn't bear. I think of the magic conduits I observed in the magic laboratory before they burned down... If those conduits were alive, would they have seen something like this at the last moment before they burned down?
In the tenth of a second after this, Clemont seemed to hear a cracking "crisp" sound coming from the depths of his soul. He felt that all his perceptions suddenly heightened, as if the whole world Under his overlook, he could clearly see the trajectory of every trace of magic around him, the powerful energy that was constantly pumping and surging inside the war machines, and even the fierce battle scene in the sky behind him - under the power of miracles. Next, he broke through to legend.
Subsequently, a huge explosion swallowed up everything.
Clement’s last consciousness turned into an echo in the communication spell, penetrated the fierce blizzard, spanned the long battlefield, and was directly projected to the distant Winterfort——
< p>"Watch out! Palin! They have dragons!!"...
The explosion was so violent that the blizzard was torn open with a visible crack, The steam clouds and mist that spewed out from the cooling grids in each section of the armored train were instantly blown away by the powerful shock wave. Maryland, who was about to board the iron scepter, was startled by the earth-shattering movement. He followed the sound to listen to the sound of the explosion. direction, only a small mushroom cloud was seen rising from the tail of the Mortal Serpent.
From the tactical section onward, half of the carriages of the armored train were involved in the big explosion, and then the flowing magic energy poured into the power spine, detonating the remaining carriages one after another.
The self-destruction devices set up in the Iron Throne alone obviously cannot achieve such an effect.
"Is that some kind of weapon of the Typhons?" the adjutant on the side said in shock, "some kind of super bomb? Why did they just take it out now?"
"... It was a self-destruction, sir, I saw it," a staff officer swallowed, "I saw a mage falling from the sky - probably a mage, behind him were full of proliferating tentacles and tumors..."
Maryland did not speak, but just stared in the direction of the rising mushroom cloud. After a few seconds, he nodded slightly towards that direction, then turned around and boarded the armored train behind him.
Fireballs and thunder intertwined in the blizzard. In the cloudy sky, the aerial forces of Typhon and Cecil were still fighting to the death. On the ground below, the huge Mortal Python was The war machine finally stopped on the bombed railway, and another armored train roared through the wind, snow, smoke and debris, and continued flying towards the Shadow Swamp.Chi.
The damage control team has extinguished the fire in the armored train. The dense anti-aircraft fire carried by the Iron Scepter roared again. The fire net of magic crystal shells and high-energy beams harvested the remaining attackers in the sky. , giant dragons and flying machines shuttled through the clouds, further compressing the activity space of the battle mages and griffon knights, and all of this was like a painting that confused time, space and era——
This painting It's time to wrap up.
The death of the commander did not completely collapse the Typhonian air force. The gryphon knights with constant morale are still performing their assigned tasks with 100% fighting spirit, and the remaining battle mages are also squeezing out human energy. The last trace of potential was to further expand the results. They had noticed that one of the two armored trains had been destroyed, and it was the infamous main tank. The other one was also scarred, with billowing smoke, from In a sense, they had achieved the results they had planned - but they also paid a price beyond expectations.
They are no longer able to destroy another one, nor can they evacuate this terrible battlefield.
The Dragoon fighters that had been forced to evacuate the airspace due to heavy losses returned to the fighting area again. Under the cover of the dragon, these flying machines that would not tire began to strangle those who were basically exhausted." "Miracle" gryphon knights and battle mages, human and gryphon debris fell from the sky like rain, and were quickly buried and swallowed by the blizzard.
A battle mage stopped in the clouds. He looked up and looked around while panting violently, and suddenly found that the battlefield in the sky had become empty.
The comrades who originally shuttled densely in the clouds have only three or five sparse combat echelons left, and almost all of them are temporarily reorganized teams. The most fanatical griffin knights are also the first to approach the whole world. Now only a few knights who are completely twisted and mutated to the point of not being human are left, charging at the giant dragons flying in the clouds. The roars and explosions from all directions gradually weakened, and the anti-aircraft fire from the surface stopped at some point.
A low and majestic roar suddenly came from nearby. The roar was filled with frightening power. The battle mage used his last bit of strength to assume a defensive posture. The next second, he I saw a huge thing rushing out of the thick clouds beside me - it was a black dragon covered in full-body armor. His giant wings and claws were armed with steel, and his lower jaw was equipped with a formidable horn. , although the missile launchers hanging on both sides of the dragon's body have been damaged in the battle, the battle mage knows that at this distance, this terrifying creature can take his life with only its claws and breath.
It’s time to be loyal to the Empire.
The battle mage was ready to wake up, but the black dragon just hovered in front of him, confronting him quietly, its huge eyes reflecting the clouds and snow in the distance. This almost nerve-wracking confrontation lasted for a few seconds. Black Dragon suddenly nodded to him - I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was something in that nod.With a little approval - then, the master of the sky suddenly spread his wings, raised his body in the blink of an eye, and quickly rushed into the depths of the clouds.
The dragons retreated.
The Battle Mage blinked, as if he still couldn't believe what happened. After a brief confusion, he looked around and realized that all the Griffin Knights had been wiped out.
The Cecil flying machines evacuated, the dragons evacuated, and the armored train also evacuated. The land in the mountainous area was scattered with various wreckage, humans, griffins, and machines. ...The billowing smoke and remaining flames are rising and rolling among the wreckage, but they are extinguishing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blizzard is gradually swallowing them all.
On the 35th of February in the second year of Cecil, over the defense lines of Winter Wolf Castle, the first large-scale air battle recorded in human history came to an end.
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Parin Winterhold led a team of mage guards and knights to protect the country into the lifeless assembly hall. The smell of blood and the oncoming smell hit his nose. The strange scene that caught his eye made him frown, and even caused some of the followers around him to whisper in surprise.
In the huge circular assembly hall, the flame that was the core of the ceremony had long been extinguished, and there were only a few scattered sparks shining in the huge brazier. Around the brazier, the priests participating in the ceremony Everyone in the group was reduced to a mummy-like state, their whole bodies covered with a layer of iron-gray color. Traces of dried blood extended from their feet to around the brazier in the center of the venue. Viewed from above, everything here seemed like some kind of dark... Blood sacrifice scene.
Dark Blood Sacrifice... This is something that any normal church hates deeply. It will only appear in twisted and depraved cult groups. Palin Winterfort never thought that he would be in the ceremony of the God of War. I saw this scene on the field.
"Under normal circumstances, a 'miracle' only requires believers to pay enough piety. The righteous god will never charge a 'price' beyond this limit," the magic lord whispered to his side. A mage consultant said, "But it is obvious that the God of War has extracted extraordinary rewards from this 'miracle', and all the priests who participated in the ceremony have been 'sucked' dry."
"Out of control ..." The mage advisor had a serious expression, "It seems that the act of praying to the God of War has become more dangerous than before... The balance in front of us has almost reached its limit."
Parin Wintercastle. When he came to the altar, he glanced at a group of human-shaped remains lying prostrate beside the brazier, and sighed softly as if talking to himself: "War cannot appease the gods, and he has not improved at all... This is in line with Your Majesty's judgment."
The mage advisor was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Sir, what do you think of the last message sent by Count Clermont before he died in the battle?"
"You mean about the 'dragon'?" Parin Winterburg raised his eyebrows, and then said slowly in thought, "Dragon... I have some information here. There have always been various bits and pieces of information. Side news said that Gawain Cecil himself had a relationship withThe dragon clan has a certain connection, but there is no evidence that the Cecil Empire has established diplomacy with the real dragon clan. Therefore, if my estimate is correct, the dragon mentioned by Count Clemont... should not be a real dragon, but a dragon. Origin. "
"Dragonborn? "The mage consultant subconsciously repeated this word, "You mean... the Holy Dragon Principality? "
"Cecil successfully knocked on the door of the Holy Dragon Principality. Last year, they established diplomatic relations with that mysterious country." Palin Winterburg nodded lightly, "So far, about There is still not much information about that country, but one thing is certain. The Holy Dragon Principality has always regarded itself as the 'Dragon Descendants'. They seem to have a certain degree of dragon power, but there are some books recording that they actually It is a mutilated dragon, unable to fly and fight like a real dragon... No matter what the truth behind this is, it seems now that the Cecil people must have received help from those 'dragonborn'. "
The mage consultant lowered his head and said regretfully: "...So, we unknowingly took a big step away from our opponents. "
"Yes, we also tried to establish contact with the Holy Dragon Principality, but chose to give up after hitting a wall several times... This may be a huge loss," Palin Winterfort shook He shook his head and said, "There may be more hidden stories behind this. We are unable to investigate more, so we should report everything that happened here to Aldernan. "
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked through the circular patio of the central dome of the assembly hall at the still cloudy sky - the power of the gods had faded, and those clouds were now just ordinary. The clouds are over.
“No matter what the future holds, what happened here today... is destined to go down in history. "
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Rosetta Augustus quietly listened to the battle report from the front line, with no sadness or joy on her face. Peternan Wendell stood beside him Next to him, he was as silent as a sculpture.
This information came directly from Winterfort. Although it spanned a long distance, there was almost no delay in time - between the Royal Mage Association and the other party. Under the direct promotion of the royal cabinet, the communication systems in various important areas of the empire have been upgraded and replaced regardless of cost in the past period of time. New communication arrays have replaced the old communication techniques, and the personnel processes in the entire communication tower network have also been greatly improved. Great streamlining. Now, important information from the border areas to the imperial capital no longer has to go through the tedious forwarding, transcribing and delivery process, but can be sent directly to Rosetta Augustus's office.
Before the blizzard on the border ended, Aldernan already knew the result of the air battle
After ending the communication, Rosetta was silent for a while and looked to her side: "Mr. Pedinan. , what do you think? "
"From the short-term results, we finally destroyed the Cecil people's offensive power in Shadow Swamp. For a period of time, they will no longer be able to use armored trains to launch 'steel propulsion' - although The Cecils also have two armored vehiclestrains, but they cannot all drive to the front line. In addition, we also successfully eliminated a large number of their air forces and discovered part of the opponent's strength. This is the first time we have achieved such positive gains on the air battlefield since the war began. Of course, the price we paid was also very high, and it can even be described as painful." Pei Dinan shook his head, "The above-mentioned results were obtained at the cost of the annihilation of the first, second, and fourth national Griffin Knights. Yes, Count Clermont died in the battle, and the two battle mage groups he led were almost completely wiped out. "
"One hundred and seventy-two regular knights, almost one-third have been lost so far... Ninety-six battle mage groups have also lost one-tenth," Rosse Ta sighed softly, "In order to clean up the 'pollution' within the Knights, the price is not high..."
Rosetta's words made Petinan's face become more serious. The old Duke Know that those are by no means just numbers.
That is the threshold that the upper class of Typhon can bear, and it is also the critical point for the Augustus royal family to rely on royal authority to maintain domestic order - despite the royal family and some real power. The nobles all know part of the truth behind this war. They know that this war is essentially to remove "pollution", but this does not mean that all this can be dealt with by simple addition and subtraction.
People are dying on the front line every day, and the royal family is constantly sending troops and nobles to the "Winter Wolf Castle Meat Grinder". The pressure caused by all this will continue to accumulate, and the entire empire's ability to bear this has its limits. < /p>
Even if the emperor himself has great skills and the royal authority is awe-inspiring, this awe and trust cannot be consumed indefinitely.
"That's almost it. "Rosetta suddenly said softly.
Pedinan looked at the other party: "Your Majesty? "
"Get ready, Mr. Petinan," Rosetta stood up from behind the desk and said casually as if ordering that day's dinner, "It's almost time for us to go to the front line. "
Pedinan was startled for a moment, and then his eyes widened: "How could you..."
"This is a necessary part," Rosetta said lightly, " Just go and prepare. "
Pedinan stared into Rosetta's eyes. After a few seconds, he finally seemed to confirm something and took a long breath: "I understand, Your Majesty. ”