Chapter 1008 "Miracle"

The Earthly Python and the iron scepter armored train that served as the escort were speeding on the parallel tracks. The two war machines had left the plain and entered the mountain area near the Shadow Swamp a few minutes ago-the rolling small The mountains passed quickly outside the car window, and the sky seemed even more dim than before.

Maryland came to the window and saw that the sky beyond the car window had been completely shrouded in iron-grey clouds, and the faint sunlight barely penetrated the clouds, and there was some disturbing pale glow in the depths of the clouds. The cold wind whistled outside the car window, and in the distance, snow and dust were swept up by the wind, forming a floating turbid curtain, and the depths of the curtain were deserted.

This is a typical no-man's land on the northern frontier, and similar desolate scenes are very common here.

The current cloudy weather is also common these days.

However, a vague unease always lingered in Maryland's heart. He couldn't tell what the source of this uneasiness was, but the experience of fighting on the battlefield made him never dare to put such a similar The "intuition" thing is put to the back of his mind at will - he has always believed in the idea of ​​Farman, a great scholar in the first dynasty of Ansu, and this scholar once famously said: behind all intuition, is the surface consciousness Ignored clues.

This kind of uneasiness should not have arisen out of thin air. It must be something incompatible with the surroundings. He has not yet discovered it, but his subconscious has already noticed these dangers. Now it is he who has accumulated many years of life and death experience to subconsciously make an alarm. .

"General," the adjutant on the side noticed Maryland's gloomy expression, which seemed unusually abnormal after a smooth military mission, "what happened?"

"Did the aerial reconnaissance find anything?" Maryland asked with a frown. "Any news from the ground reconnaissance force?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly asked about this at this time, but he replied immediately: "We just made contact five minutes ago, and everything is normal - we have entered the long-range artillery cover on the 18th high ground, and we have to mention Fengren has suffered a loss here before, so he shouldn't do the same stupid thing again."

Then he paused, and then continued: "In addition, the dragoons sent a message just now that the clouds in the sky are increasing, which has affected the effect of visual reconnaissance, and they are lowering the altitude."

"Clouds..." Maryland repeated the word subconsciously, and his eyes fell on the thick cloud in the sky again. Suddenly, he felt that the shape and color of the cloud seemed to be a bit strange, not like the appearance under natural conditions. , which made the vigilance in his heart suddenly rise to the top, "I feel that the situation is a bit wrong... Let the dragoons pay attention to the movement in the clouds, the Typhons may use the clouds to launch air strikes!"

The adjutant's eyes widened slightly, and he first quickly executed the commander's order,

Then he returned to Maryland with a hint of doubt: "Is this possible? Sir? Even with the help of clouds, the Flying Mage and the Griffin should not be the opponents of the Dragoons..."

Maryland didn't answer, he just stared at the sky outside. In the iron-grey cloud, snowflakes had already started to fall, and in just a dozen seconds after that, these falling snowflakes rapidly increased and became denser. The cold wind whistling outside the window intensified, and one word flashed across Maryland's mind like lightning—Blizzard.

At this moment, a seemingly absurd and chilling thought suddenly occurred to him: In the northern regions of winter, wind and snow are normal things, but if... the Typhons use some powerful miracle force What about man-made blizzards?

What if, this blizzard wasn't just a blizzard?

"Sir!" A technical soldier suddenly reported loudly beside him, "The on-board magic sensor device has failed! All sensors are disturbed!"

"Call Shadowswamp Base and ask for air support from the Dragoon Special Operations Echelon," Maryland ordered without hesitation. "We may be in trouble!"

...

The wind whistled outside the shield, and the high air flow so cold and strong that even high-level powerhouses could be discouraged was wrapped in ice crystals as sharp as blades, and the thick clouds rolled in all directions like a mass of mud that could not be dissolved. , Every time there is a surging, there are faint roars and whispers - this is an environment that is difficult for human beings to live in, even a strong military griffin is difficult to fly in such clouds, but Claremont did not have the slightest Feeling the pressure and damage caused by this bad weather, on the contrary, he only felt like a spring breeze in the source of this blizzard.

The hundreds of war mages flying by his side, as well as the more numerous griffon knights, seemed equally relaxed.

The terrifying high winds and low temperatures seemed to actively bypass these Typhon soldiers, and the substantial blocking force in the clouds did not affect them at all. Claremont was flying in the high winds and thick clouds, and the clouds not only did not stop him. Instead, it was like a pair of extra eyes that allowed him to clearly see everything inside and outside the clouds.

He lowered his height a little, and looked at the Cecil flying machines roaming in the distance at the edge of the clouds, and at the same time, out of the corner of his eyes, he looked down at the armored trains driving on the ground. The endless magic was surging around him. He felt Every breath of his own is replenishing his strength, which is a feeling he has never felt in the past few decades of his mage career.

This is one of the miraculous rituals of the God of War—Arms in the Storm.

As a mage, Claremont didn't know much about the specifics of the Ares cult, but as a polymath, he at least knew these famous miracle rituals and the religious allusions behind them. Among the descriptions of the god of war's many great deeds, there is a passage in which the image and actions of the god are described as follows: He marched in the storm, and the wicked looked at him with fear, and saw only one standing in the storm, clothed in A giant in gray armor. This giant is invisible to the philistine, only the omnipresent storm is his cape and banner, the warriors follow this banner, and in the storm are given infinite power and three lives, and finally gain the doomed victory .

Now, these mages and griffin riders flying in the blizzard and preparing to carry out air strikes are the "warriors" in the fable.

Claremont took a deep breath, felt the surging magic in his body, and activated the communication spell: "Disperse the queue, group according to plan, and approach those flying machines - destroy those damn machines first, the mobile fortress of the Cecilians. It's easy to deal with!"

The war mages and griffon knights in the clouds quickly began to carry out the commander's orders, in the form of mixed squads to move closer to the flying machines that were so clearly in their field of vision, and at this moment, the blizzard was completely formed.

...

In the roaring wind, surging clouds, and the curtain formed by ice, snow and water vapor, the visibility is rapidly declining. Such bad weather has begun to interfere with the normal flight of the Dragoons. In order to combat the worsening astronomical environment, the flying machines patrolling in the air have been Additional environmental protections are turned on.

More solid, thicker shields than normal shone around the aircraft, and the power ridges of the aircraft hummed, diverting more energy into the protection and stabilization system. "Slightly tucked away, additional sets of runes light up on the edges of the wing-like structures, and more powerful wind blessings and elemental affinity spells are attached to these massive steel machines, jolted by air currents under the effect of temporary enchantments. The aircraft gradually returned to stability.

The commander of the Dragoon Squadron clenched the joystick in his hand and watched his surroundings intently. As a seasoned griffin rider, he had also performed flying missions in bad weather, but in such a heavy snowstorm he Also the first time I met. The communication from the surface made him more vigilant, and the suddenly stronger air flow at this moment seemed to confirm the chief's concern: this storm is very abnormal.

The Typhons may be hiding in the depths of the clouds.

Visibility was reduced to an unsettling level, and it was impossible to see far away with the naked eye alone. The mechanic activated additional filters around the cockpit, and under the effect of the detect distortion spell, the surrounding clouds took on a hazy form. In the sight of the squadron commander, it's not clear, but at least it serves as some kind of early warning.

In the direction of the surface, the swept wind and snow also seriously interfered with the line of sight. The silhouettes of the two armored trains looked hazy, and they could only be vaguely judged that they were gradually accelerating.

Just then, the squadron leader suddenly saw a flash of fire in the clouds in the distance.

In the field of vision of the filter that detects distortion, it can be clearly seen that a large area of ​​obvious spell fluctuations suddenly appeared in the empty mid-air.

"I can see the enemy!" In the internal channel, the squadron commander's loud warning sounded, "Southeast direction—"

"Unit 12 is under attack!" "Unit 6 is under attack!" "Under attack! This is Unit 7!" "Fighting with the enemy! Take cover! I'm bitten!"

A dazzling red light beam shot from a distance. Fortunately, the vigilance was raised in advance. The power ridge of the aircraft was running at full power and all the protection systems were activated. The light beam hit the shield. With the posture of a dragoon, he started to use the airborne arcane missile launcher to shoot a dense barrage forward, and at the same time gave orders continuously: "Disperse to the wings!" Turn on the identification lights and keep your distance from the enemy!" "Call for ground fire cover!"

The fierce battle broke out suddenly, and countless enemies suddenly appeared in the blizzard like ghosts - Typhon's battle mages and griffin knights emerged from the thick clouds, and dragons made of flesh and steel were unexpectedly The cavalry aircraft began to fight, and compared with the Typhon Air Force in the Cecil's impression, these suddenly appeared enemies were obviously not normal: more agile, faster, and more fearless to death. The harsh environment of the blizzard made the dragoon troops feel constrained, but those Typhons who were supposed to be more vulnerable seemed to have gained extra strength in the storm and became fierce and powerful!

The war mages and griffon knights began to attack the flying machines with missiles, lightning, and high-energy rays, and the latter responded with a more violent and persistent barrage, and suddenly the dark sky was illuminated by a continuous fire, high. The explosions in the air blew away the clouds and blizzards again and again, and in each flash, the shadows of countless fighting in the storm could be seen. This scene made Claremont’s heart surge.

He has never witnessed such a sight, never experienced such a battlefield!

Flesh and steel machines fight to the death in a blizzard. Missiles, lightning and beams pierce the sky. Two armies vie for dominance of the sky. No matter what happens today, this unprecedented aerial battle is destined to be loaded into the sky. history!

The high-intensity lights suddenly swept across the sky, and the strafing lights reflected figures fighting in the sky. In the next second, there were continuous explosions and whistling sounds from the direction of the surface - the tail of a light blue shell. The scars and scarlet high-energy beams swept across the sky, and the bursting shrapnel and deafening roar shook the entire battlefield.

The Iron Scepter and Earth Python's anti-aircraft guns opened fire.

Earl of Claremont frowned—he and the war mages he led were still not close enough to attack the armored trains.

"Be loyal to our empire!" In the force field formed by the wide-area communication technique, he heard a roar from a fanatical commander of the griffin knight, and the next second, he saw a griffin in the master's Driven by forced brain control, he rushed down, the brave knight walked through the air defense barrage and air-to-air barrage, but his luck soon came to an end: a magic crystal shell from the ground flew from his side However, after sensing the passing magical aura, the cannonball detonated in the air, and the terrifying shock wave and high-heat air mass easily tore apart the protective aura around the knight, and tore him and his griffin to pieces.

A second later, the torn knights and griffins condensed and formed again, appeared in the position where they had died before, and continued to charge downward.

The god of war casts a miracle, and the brave warriors who fight in the storm are blessed with infinite power, and ... three lives.

A flying machine swept past the fanatical knight and fired a series of dense barrages. The knight rushed towards the barrage without fear, without dodging or evading, while waving his hand and throwing a long spear condensed by the power of lightning—the next one. In seconds, his body was torn apart again, but the flying machine was also hit by a long spear at a critical position, and exploded into a bright fireball in the air.

After a while, Claremont saw the knight reappear, his torn body reunited in the air, he was flying in the wind, behind him, tentacle-like proliferating tissues and a cloak formed of flesh and blood fluttered. A ferocious monster rushed towards the air defense barrage again.

Miracles require a price—those who are close to God must not be human.

A dazzling light beam cut through the sky, and the terrifyingly twisted knight was hit again by the anti-aircraft fire from the armored train. His flying flesh and blood cloak and tentacles all over the sky were instantly ignited and evaporated by the high-energy beam, and the whole person became Several charred remains fell from the sky.

This time, the knight never appeared again.

This is the third time - miracles are limited, and those who exhaust them go to the gods.

"It seems that the three lives given by the gods are not enough in front of the "new things" of the Cecil people."

Claremont laughed, raised his hands high, calling for the power of storm, lightning, frost and fire, and rushed forward again.

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