Chapter 1007

The roar of the rainbow main cannon and the magic-guided cannon finally subsided, and the jitter caused by the power ridge in the high-load mode also quickly subsided as the load decreased. , the sound of machinery running normally 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. Through the strengthened crystal glass window, she looked at the distant plain. The smoke and firelight were still rising on the horizon. With a little red light.

After a while, the roar of another train running came from behind. The iron scepter, which had slowed down and followed in order to create a shooting window, slowly accelerated, and gradually caught up with the Earthly Python that was driving in front. Before the two cars intersected. , the lights flashed rhythmically on their respective car bodies to report safety to each other.

"Aerial reconnaissance did not detect large-scale enemy activities, and the on-board sensors did not detect abnormal magic fluctuations," a technical soldier reported loudly behind the communication station, "The escort train applies for acceleration to confirm the condition of the road ahead."

"Permit," Maryland nodded, "remind the lads and girls in that car to keep their eyes open and watch out for those Typhons wreaking havoc on the railroad—they've learned to place Arcane Neutralizers and Passive Triggers next to the railroad line. big bomb."

"Yes, General!"

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

It was the air company escorting the Earthly Python—the Dragoon Scout Squadron. This air force provides protection for the frontline railways, and is also responsible for reconnaissance of enemy movements in the outskirts of Winterhold and bombardment 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, watch out for air raids by those Typhons.

This was Cecil's response after a Typhon air formation raided the armored train not long ago and nearly caused massive damage.

From Maryland's point of view, the air force of the Typhons is not strong. Although there are a large number of old-fashioned combat griffins and flying mages, they lag behind the dragoon fighters by a whole level in combat capability. The real problem should be getting close to Winterhold. After that, the air defense force of Typhon - the powerful Typhon Empire built a huge number of mage towers in the border areas. In the era of new wars, those towers were unable to fight against the chariots advancing in groups and the huge artillery with amazing range, but Their long-range lightning and beam arrays pose a great threat to the relatively fragile and relatively short-lived dragoon units.

In a rash bombing operation, several dragoon fighters were shot down by the lightning and lasers that covered the sky.

This made Maryland, who had been in the upper hand since the beginning of the war, have to seriously measure the war ability of the Typhons several times.

And summed up some experience - air superiority can indeed determine the direction of a war, but the threat of ground air defense firepower to the air force cannot be underestimated. In actual combat, backward weapons may still cause huge damage. A threat, especially when the enemy learns and adapts.

The communicator not far away rang.

Maryland came to the front of the communicator, and after activating the projection crystal, an image of a dragoon warrior appeared over the projection crystal. The other party was in the cockpit, and the clouds outside the cabin and the dragon wing driver extending out from the edge could be vaguely seen in the background.

"Safety in the area, sir," the dragoon soldier in the communicator reported the reconnaissance situation. "In addition, we observed that the clouds are gathering, and it seems that another snowfall is coming."

Maryland glanced out the window subconsciously. From his position, he could only see a limited amount of the sky. In the direction of the Typhons' control area, he could indeed see an iron-grey cloud converging. The dragoons in the sky were able to There are obviously more details to see. He looked back and nodded to the soldier in the communicator: "Inclement weather may affect the flight, you pay attention to safety."

...

The machine made of steel and crystal soared in the sky, the howling cold wind swept back along the tangent of the shield and the edge of the dragon wing drive, the fine water vapor and dust in the air flow were disturbed by the force field released by the anti-gravity ring, A wonderful "ring" was formed around the aircraft, and under the protection of layers of shields, steel, and crystals, the pilots in the cockpit had just finished communicating.

"It's snowing quite frequently in the north this winter," he said to the mechanic and bombardier sitting behind him.

"This reminds me of the time when I was driving a griffin," the comrade in the rear control seat responded, "the griffin knights who could take off and return in the wind and snow were recognized as warriors - not only must have The courage and skill to challenge the wind and snow, and the patience and experience to appease the gryphon after returning."

"Yeah, my father used to have this kind of technology - he was the most outstanding griffin knight in the Solandor area at that time, he once successfully rode the griffin in a blizzard and sent the lord's letter to the manor outside the city, and went back Afterwards, I was rewarded. Unfortunately, before I had time to master his superb flying skills, the era of the Griffin was over..."

"Ah, your father was a great griffon knight...but I'm more curious about what an important letter it was that it had to be delivered in a blizzard..."

"Ha, that's a damn love letter from the lord to his mistress - my father was so mad when he knew what he was sending, and had to obey orders, but when he was in the manor reading After he got to the mistress's lover, he was in a better mood..."

The comrades in the back row were stunned for a moment, then reacted and couldn't help laughing, so the air of joy filled the steel-made flying machine.

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

"Do the clouds gather and move so fast?" The mechanic was a little confused. "The anemometer shows that the wind speed is not that high outside..."

"Celestial phenomena are unpredictable, in short, be vigilant," the pilot muttered, his eyes couldn't help being attracted by the rolling clouds. In a trance, he seemed to see thousands of troops moving in the clouds, but then he concentrated When I looked, I 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 looked out through the side observation window in confusion. "Did you get caught by the reflections on the clouds?"

The pilot frowned, and he quickly made a decision after experiencing the divine disaster on the Holy Spirit Plain: "... Anyway, let me report first, this war is very evil, and seeing nothing can't be regarded as an illusion - maybe the rear What the experts can analyze."

The mechanic agreed, and the pilot turned on the communication device in the corner of the control seat again, and while their attention was drawn to the clouds outside the cockpit, in a corner that neither of them had noticed, the Several runes in the mental protection system spontaneously lit up—the light was so faint that it was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, but it pulsed slowly like breathing.

...

Standing on a high hill, Claremont Dart overlooked the smoke and flames still rising not far away, looking at the wreckage and flags scattered among the black mud and white snow, Not a word for a long time.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that a gust of wind whistled and rolled up the loose snow particles on the small hill, and the Typhon noble said to the mage attendant beside him in a deep voice: "Is that the damage caused by the weapons of the Cecil? "

"Yes, my lord," replied the wizard's attendant, bowing his head, "According to the information, the Cecil people called it 'Rainbow', a high-purity, high-intensity and long-lasting arcane focused ray, with amazing power and Extremely long range. This time last year the technology was immature and limited by heat dissipation, the Cecils had to put it on a fixed position or on a boat, but this year they put it on them on the mobile fortress..."

"Moving the fortress..." Earl Claremont narrowed his eyes. In the high sky above his head, a mage's eye was facing the direction of the defense line of Winter Wolf Castle. In the center of the indifferent and aloof "pupil" of the mage's eye, a reflection Railroads and bunkers on the distant horizon, as well as armored trains moving south, "I can see, indeed, incredible creations."

"Yeah, unbelievable... That unbelievable thing has caused us several heavy casualties, and even directly destroyed several of our fortresses - fast moving, terrifying power, and strong protection capabilities, there are still a large number of people around at any time. A pile of other war machines are guarding it. It is a steel fortress armed to the teeth. It runs fast with wheels. We narrowly succeeded, but failed due to lack of preparation, and the Cecilians immediately learned their lesson and started using the kind of machines that fly in the air to guard against our air strikes."

Claremont controlled the eye of the mage, he searched carefully in the distant sky, and finally locked on the little 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, a huge cloud layer was rapidly forming and facing the Winter Wolf The direction of the fort defense line moved, "A miracle of war... Go and ask the priests, when will the 'miracle' they say be fully formed?"

"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 leave in twenty minutes."

Claremont nodded slightly: "Very good - notify the mages and the Griffin Knights to prepare in ten minutes."

...

Near the hill where Claremont is located, in a large assembly hall, the sacred ceremony has come to an end.

A God of War priest wearing a priest's robe stood in the circular hall of the assembly hall, leading nearly a hundred priests to pray for the last chapter. The low and solemn prayers echoed in the hall, even covering up the whistling of the cold wind outside. In the center of the entire hall, on a platform slightly higher than the surrounding ground, the huge brazier was burning with raging flames, and a layer of iron ash was gradually emerging from the constantly beating flames.

The God of War priest walked around the flame for the last time, and stopped at an extremely precise position and time. He turned to face the flame and turned his back to the priests who were bowing their heads in prayer. His face could not help showing joy and fanaticism. look.

He could feel that his Lord had cast a concerned look at the world.

It was a stormy time, a dark and oppressive time, and the situation seemed to be getting to the extreme. In Aldenin, in much of the Empire's heartland, public arena gatherings and prayers had been brutally banned, and devotees and priests tried They resisted, but were unable to confront the Augustus family who firmly held the military power, which made many priests disheartened, and some people were even punished for having the idea of ​​betraying the gods.

But here, the priest felt hope again.

After all, the tyrannical emperor didn't have the guts to turn his back on the gods completely. He still knew who had sheltered Typhon for hundreds of years. Here, in this place closest to the front of the war, the priests could still pray and carry out such a big deal. Sacred rituals on a scale, communicating with the gods... what could be more comforting and inspiring?

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

This battlefield is the closest place to the gods, and every devout god of war priest can feel this here: as the war continues, as the order is re-established, they are on the front line of Winter Wolf Fort - Winter Fort. Feeling the breath from the gods more and more clearly, there is no doubt that this whole area has become a sacred place - just like the "sanctuary" mentioned in the classics, this battlefield closest to the truth of God, It has become the closest place to the kingdom of God in this world.

The god of war priest had a smile on his face. He stared at the brazier in front of him. The six eyes and three gaps on his face were full of smiles, and in the raging flames, he saw the Pope, whom he had always respected— —Malm Dunit was standing there, smiling gently and lovingly at the devoutly praying priests 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 world of mortals has become stronger than ever in this meeting place.

Without hesitation, the priest took out the iron dagger, cut a deep wound on his palm, and before the wound healed, he poured blood into the brazier.

The raging flame rose suddenly, and the iron-grey color in the flame spread rapidly. In the next second, the flames in the entire brazier were dyed with this steel color, and a majestic and majestic aura descended on the assembly hall.

"Lord! Please do a miracle!"

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