One after another, illusory incarnations were dragged out of the air by Rosetta, and continued to be thrown into the burning brazier like firewood. Some of these phantoms were dull, some were vivid, and some were Silent in the raging fire, some continued to utter wild and crazy curses, and even more phantoms let out roars that humans could not understand and vocalize, and contained powerful pollution power. That sound could make the bravest warriors tremble all over. Trembling, driving ordinary people into madness - but no matter what they do, they can only be thrown into the brazier without any resistance in the end, causing the latter's flames to gradually become iron-colored and burn even harder. exuberant.
Finally, the phantom of Malm Dunit emerged even in the flames. The phantom became more and more real, and he shouted loudly:
"Rosetta ! I curse you! You will not end well if you rebel against the gods. You will not end well if you fight against the gods!"
"Stop it, stop it, you are destined to be in vain! , How can a great god be manipulated by mortals? Your arrogance will lead you to eternal disaster...Stop! Your blind confidence is baseless..."
"What is the point of doing this so hard? You made an empire strong, only to push it into the abyss at this time? Look what you are doing... You have ruined so many people who were once loyal to you..."
The voice in the flames was sometimes furious, sometimes sad, sometimes righteously accusing, sometimes softening its attitude and begging, but Rosetta just carried out her actions unhurriedly, until after investing more than a dozen incarnations, he Then he raised his eyelids and glanced at the flame: "Do you know why you have so many incarnations captured by me?"
"You..."
"You trust you too much The gods are gods, but gods are not as invulnerable as you think - the Augustus family has been dealing with 'gods' for two hundred years, and I can smell the emanations of 'promoted ones' after they possess mortals with my eyes closed. The stench came out... After I realized the influence you had on Ferdinand and isolated the first 'incarnation' sample from him, all your actions in Typhon were completely exposed to me."
"You..." Deep in the flames, Malm Dunit's phantom suddenly widened his eyes. He seemed to have woken up from a dream, and finally exclaimed, "It's the curse... that haunts Augustus." That curse of the family... You actually compromised on Him?"
"No," Rosetta stared at the flames calmly, and another Malm Dunit incarnation condensed from the air. And he pushed him into the brazier without hesitation, "This is just a transaction."
"Deal... transaction..." Malm Dunit's projection in the flames suddenly lowered his head and muttered. , this grunt soon turned into a burst of uncontrollable ridicule, "Haha, hahaha... deal! Rosetta, you finally took this path! You thought you could get benefits in the deal with the gods, But there is nothing more ridiculous in the world than this! You and you!Those ancestors who have fallen one after another in the past two hundred years, you are equally arrogant and stupid... Rosetta, it seems you are nothing special..."
Rosetta Augustus seems to He didn't hear the taunts coming from the flames. He just quietly dragged out the last incarnation of Malm Dunit he captured from the air, threw it into the brazier unhurriedly, and then faced He walked to a long table next to him expressionlessly, reached out and picked up something on the table.
It was the iron scepter that once belonged to Malm Dunit. The symbol of the war-god popes of all ages——
When he saw the scepter, Malm Dunit suddenly became quiet in the flames. He finally fully understood Rosetta’s plan, but However, he did not continue to curse or ridicule, but said in a sad tone: "Are you really going to take this step? Rosetta...we were friends once. Even if we took different paths, we were still very good friends, right? I was the first person to understand your ideals. When you were questioned by nobles and religious leaders, it was the Church of God of War that was the first to stand up and support your coronation. Even if you have weakened the status of the church again and again over the years, it was because of me. Cooperation..."
"Yes, Malm Dunit was once my friend," Rosetta returned to the brazier with the staff in hand, staring expressionlessly at the flames. The phantom then raised his scepter slightly, "So, you, an unknown thing like you, are not qualified to continue making noises in his face! ”
Before he finished speaking, the scepter was covered with a layer of sacred and vast brilliance, and the flames in the brazier suddenly burst into flames, and the iron-gray color filled the flames, Malm. ·All Dunit's words were swallowed up by the flames originating from his own faith - the next second, Rosetta slammed the scepter on the ground, the iron staff and the carpeted slate. The impact on the ground made a loud noise like a war hammer hitting a shield!
"Boom——"
The entire Winterfort seemed to hear this loud noise, and then, an illusory sound! The sound of bells and horns suddenly resounded through the sky!
Rosetta Augustus raised his head, the illusory and empty "Eye of God" appeared behind him, and his gaze penetrated the thick The stone dome stared fearlessly at the door that was slowly opening in the sky, the flags spread out, and the illusory spear array. A giant covered in iron armor had already walked out of the door, carrying someone with him. This crazy figure, uttering frenzied murmurs, gradually overlapped with the giant shadow that was wandering between heaven and earth.
"The Pope's noble sacrifice can be regarded as the ultimate sacrifice. Sacrifice, performing a 'divine descending technique' that is far beyond the conventional, and if the god already has the will to come to the world, then he can even come to the world in his true form..." Rosetta said softly as if talking to herself, " What a rigid 'rule'... As long as the Pope sacrifices, it turns out that the parties do not need to be willing. ”
"These rigid rules form the cornerstone of the operation of the gods. We are powerful because of them, and they are also prisoners because of them." The illusory and empty eyes trembled behind him, making a low voice, "The incarnation you captured In fact, it is not all of Malm Dunit, but it is more than half... enough to bring the God of War to the world."
"After the death of the God of War, the remaining incarnation of Malm Dunit will be. Will it disappear?" Rosetta asked without looking back.
"Are you starting to think about what will happen after your victory? You are so positive and optimistic..." The empty eyes seemed to sneer, but he still answered the question head-on, "You don't have to worry about this. Your poor old friend now relies on the power of the God of War to maintain his half-dead, chaotic and corrupt state. As long as this power disappears, he will naturally disappear completely and no longer threaten the world. In a certain sense, You have been freed. As for now...just pay attention to what you have to face. The existence you actively want to challenge...He has already come."
"I will face Him - —Just do your thing."
"Of course, this is part of the contract"
...
It echoes between heaven and earth. The sound of bells and horns gradually became clearer from a chaotic and ethereal state, and gradually turned into bursts of almost deafening roars. The clouds split, and the sky seemed to open a hole. The strong wind howled and raged with the rain and snow, The miracle of the blizzard took shape in an instant - the magical miracle that originally required a large number of high-level priests to work hard to perform, here actually became a random wave when the gods came.
Beyond the edge of the blizzard, the prayers in the large assembly hall were still ringing in layers without any sign of stopping. The priests who had completely lost their human minds surrounded the temples that had been completely dyed iron gray. The sacrificial fire swayed their bodies and recited poems dedicated to the God of War in unison. There was a humming and rumbling resonance inside their bodies, and some weird and mutated organs emitted more obscure chants in addition to the human voice. , and around these priests, at the edge of the assembly hall, the obsidian imperial soldiers wearing black armor had their swords unsheathed, and every soldier was nervously paying attention to the commander's subtle movements.
The distant bell rang for the seventeenth time. The commander glanced at the mechanical watch in his hand, and then looked at the sky outside the window. He saw a huge, hazy, and mysterious figure suddenly emerge from the snowstorm. The giant-like shadow suddenly gave him the feeling of his heart being grasped violently - the next moment, he shouted loudly: "Kill all the priests! Quick!"
A sharp blade Unsheathed, under the light and shadow of iron-gray flames, the swords flew and pierced the body under the black robe one after another. The ruined and mutated priests quickly lost their vitality one after another. The Obsidian Forbidden Army silently and coldly carried out the killing mission, and until At the moment of being killed, the priests who sang in low voices did not make any resistance - they were completely immersed in the out-of-control summoning ritual, and there were no more human beings.of joy, anger and fear.
In the entire Winterfort area, between the plains, hills and river valleys, in the God of War meeting halls, the same thing was happening at the same time.
The roaring drums and horns in the sky suddenly became shrill and shrill, as if a huge noise was mixed into the normal military music. The wind and snow swept across the earth, and the one in the blizzard The huge figure that was constantly solidifying suddenly shook - it seemed that he was attacked by something, and his breath was weakened so much that he even seemed to be exiled to another world, but this weakening only appeared for a moment, and the next Seconds later, He entered this world with even more determination.
Finally, even ordinary people can witness the huge shadow appearing in the snowstorm. He is so huge, so terrifying, but so sacred and solemn. He moves in the snow like a mountain. It seems to attract the attention of all living beings as if it contains endless attraction - around the Winter Fortress, on the hills and in the camps, countless soldiers and officers almost subconsciously raised their heads and looked in the direction of the blizzard.
Even Count Parin Winterhold standing on the mage tower of Winterhold is no exception.
He originally thought that he could resist the influence of the gods with his own willpower. However, when the gods really entered the real world little by little, he could hardly control his gaze towards the blizzard. The next second , his entire field of vision and even his entire mind were completely occupied by that huge and majestic figure. He felt that huge knowledge was pouring into his mind crazily, and countless thoughts that did not belong to him were growing in every inch of his nerves. , flourishing, his senses are being torn apart, and he is beginning to come into contact with all the crazy secrets and darkness in this world. He is sliding towards the abyss that cannot be understood by the human mind - but at this moment, the brilliant starlight shines in caught his eye.
A strange scene appeared over the Winterhold area - a blizzard was raging at low altitude, and the strong wind carried the rain and snow and rolled it up out of thin air, forming a continuous curtain of chaos. However, the sky higher up suddenly appeared. A vast starry sky appeared, and the original noon sky seemed to be replaced by night. The bright stars, which seemed to be hugely different from this era, were twinkling in the night. Each star resisted tit-for-tat against the crazy power in the snowstorm— -And this wonder is completely limited to the Winterhold area. At the edge of the wonder, the starry sky and the normal sky are clearly distinct, showing a clear and sharp dividing line.
Parin Winterfort, who had been sliding towards the abyss of madness, quickly came to his senses. He knew that the Majesty to whom he was loyal had already taken action.
This winter hunt has just begun.
The Earl of Winterhold strode to the communication crystal in the mage tower. The powerful magical power directly activated the crystal, spreading his voice throughout the entire defense line:
"All units - start executing the predetermined plan!
"Conquer your fears, conquer your weaknesses, conquer your instincts - attack! ”
...
In Cecil's control area, which is far opposite the Winterfort defense line, Gawain can also visually see the huge snowstorm from the highest terrace of Winterwolf Castle—— And the "wonderful scene" above the snowstorm.
He could not see the specific situation in the blizzard, but Veronica, who had performed the "lookout" mission not long ago, had issued a warning: The God of War has arrived.
Today is the first day of the cold month, the New Calendar Festival - Amber's judgment is correct.
Even from such a long distance, it is still dangerous to look directly at the gods. Therefore, Cecil's various mental protection units have begun to operate, but Gawain did not actually start from there. In the blizzard, I felt the corrosive aura of the gods appearing. According to Veronica's observation, it seemed that the "starry sky" covering the blizzard had some kind of suppression and filtering effect, directing the pollution from the gods that should have spread in all directions. Deep in the starry sky.
The cards hidden by Rosetta Augustus are being revealed one by one.
Intelligence from the frontline observation posts was quickly gathered at Winter Wolf Castle, and the signal troopers ran onto the terrace:
"Report! Signs of a super-large-scale magic gathering were observed on Typhon. They The battle mage group has begun to move!"
"Observed the Griffin Knights taking off!"
"There is an abnormal magic surge at the edge of the confrontation area, and the frontline troops requested Instructions!"
After quickly processing a few instructions, Gawain came to the command hall on the first floor of the castle, which was already busy.
The huge changes in Typhon's control area stimulated everyone's nerves. Even if they had calculated the date in advance and made preparations, in the absence of key intelligence, the commanders still had to follow the worst-case scenario. Various plans were executed according to the situation. Philip was ordering the front-line armored forces to advance towards the Typhon-controlled area. Maryland had already boarded the "War Citizen" armored train to the Winterfort defense line. At the air force base further behind, several dragons The cavalry squadron and dragonborn mercenaries are taking off in sequence, preparing to rush to the front line.
But what they are performing now is just a gathering mission - whether to fire and who to fire on specifically still needs to be judged by the high command.
"Your Majesty," Philip noticed Gawain's appearance and immediately said quickly, "the outpost scouts have just visually confirmed that something very huge did appear in the snowstorm, but the protection from mental pollution The device is unresponsive."
Gawain nodded: "The Typhons seem to have used another method to divert the direction of mental pollution - don't relax your vigilance and keep the protection system on. We can't tell. How long will Feng Ren's 'method' last?"
Philip opened his mouth and seemed to want to continue reporting something, but Amber suddenly jumped out of the air next to him.
She jumped in front of Gawain: "We caught a Typhon outside the castle!"