Chapter 1013 Influence

Face God, then kill God.

For a long time, Gawain has been thinking about how the war caused by the loss of control of the God of War will finally end - the war between Typhon and Cecil is only an appearance, and its essence is a "non-existent" caused by the loss of control of the God of War. Natural disasters", ending the disaster needs to start from the source, so the idea of ​​​​making this divine disaster end can only be found in the gods. In Gawain's original plan, the safest way to achieve this goal is to cut off the "channel".

In Veronica's words, it is to cut off the "Bridge of Man and God".

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for gods to directly affect the human world. The "God Realm" they are in is a more complex and insurmountable realm than other dimensions. According to Ammon, unless the conditions are extremely suitable or the sacrifice is huge. Otherwise, the gods can't leave their "domain" at all, and can only project their power into the world through indirect means. Therefore, from a certain perspective, as long as this "indirect connection" is cut off, the gods can be cut off. Impact on the human world.

What supports this "bridge" is the endorsement system of gods in the human world - a huge group of priests and a "belief order" formed after a large number of mortals continue to act according to specific doctrines.

Therefore, Gawain always thought that Rosetta's goal was to consume the polluted priests, baptized knights and soldiers in the country, and to dismantle the "bridge" between the God of War and the world little by little. In theory, the "disasters" that spread in the mortal world will naturally terminate due to the loss of the source, and even the god of war may stop the deteriorating crazy tendency due to the interruption of the connection with the human world. Gradually return to normal - of course, at the same time, he will also be greatly weakened because he has lost the support of mortals' beliefs, and may even become a "old god" like Amoen, who has lost the power of his godhead although he is powerful, but that It was not something that Gawain needed to consider.

But now it seems... Rosetta is going to do something far from being so "gentle".

Hetty was startled by Gawain's speculation, and stared at him for a long time before he could react, "Godslayer? Are you sure?"

"I can only guess this way - only Rosetta knows the truth," Gawain said in a deep voice, "Now we can only speculate based on the existing clues, what the Typhonians are doing is obviously to further pull the power of the God of War. To this world... From the beginning of the war to the present, the troops of both sides in the Winter Wolf Fort area have reached hundreds of thousands, and they are still increasing. This is the largest war on this continent in the past century. Its existence itself is a powerful gravitational source, and war-related powers would be naturally drawn to that area, and the Typhons would create a large-scale 'miracle' in this case... It's very likely that they were working for something bigger 'Warming up' with the advent of scale..."

Having said this, he paused and looked into Heidi's eyes, "And with Rosetta's character and Typhon's current situation, he couldn't have brought the God of War into this world just to invite him to lunch, right?"

"But how is he going to realize this near-impossible plan?" Hetty stared,

"That's a god!"

"Gods can be killed, right?" Gawain said slowly, "In this era, mortals have already fought against gods..."

Hetty quickly reacted, "You mean the body of a false god that was hunted by us and the Kraken? Or the upper-level narrator? But... this is not comparable or repeatable at all! For the former, we used the help of the sea monster. The power of demons, the latter is that you used special means, which cannot be used as evidence that 'mortals have the ability to kill gods', nor can it be regarded as some kind of routine event... If Rosetta Augustus is from Having been inspired and inspired by these two things, then his plan is simply a gambler's whimsical idea, even if there is the strength of both Cecil and Typhon in the Winter Wolf area, it is still..."

"He must have planned for a long time to do this - I mean if he really wants to do it," Gawain shook his head, "Now I don't know what his specific plan is, but since the Typhons may want to The God of War is pulled into our world... Then I can't continue to watch from the rear."

Heidi heard the deep meaning from Gawain's tone, she looked at her ancestor with some surprise, "Are you going to go in person..."

"Yes, I'm going to the eastern front in person," Gawain said lightly, "The nature of this matter may escalate at any time. If I really want to deal with God, then I have some experience, and..."

He said, pausing slightly, with a meaningful smile on his face, "The Typhons are going to make big news, and we can never trust our enemy's bottom line on the battlefield... Think of everything in the worst direction, if Not only do they want to pull the God of War down, but they also want to take Cecil's idea by the way... Then we have to consider Aldenan on an equal footing."

"I see," Hetty didn't continue to ask questions, but nodded, "then I'll make arrangements."

"Yeah," Gawain nodded slightly, thought for a while, and then ordered, "Also, contact Solimborg—tell Bertiera, we don't have time to wait for the finalized wetware server now, and her A set of temporary solutions can be used first... We now need psionic choirs that can go directly to the battlefield, the sooner the better, the more the better."

...

In the depths of the dark cloud of war, the gears have begun to turn. Whether it is the appearance of this war or the truth hidden under the appearance, it has begun to move forward with these rotating gears - and the impact of this vortex Not just the front lines of Winter Wolf Keep, not even just the two sides in direct combat.

Under the new order created by the Wizarding Age, information is spreading at a speed and breadth far exceeding that of the past. The war that took place in the northeastern part of the continent has already attracted the attention of almost the entire continent.

The moss woods of the Ogre Tribe are ushering in the coldest day of the year. Several consecutive snowfalls have dyed this gray elves' ancestral homeland a pure white. However, Fengsong City, the largest city in Mosswood Forest, maintains a bustling and bustling city that is not in line with this cold winter.

Thanks to the prosperity and prosperity brought about by active commercial activities, and thanks to the magic technology that makes the operation of the city cheaper and more efficient, the Grey Elves and their business partners are able to stay away from the cold and depression this winter, even in the heavy snow. In those days, the citizens of this city still maintained their normal lives. The market was open as usual, the transactions were carried out as usual, the tourists were in an endless stream, and the news from all over the world... as always, circulated rapidly in this city.

The captain of the Windsong City guard carried her proud chopping axe and walked the streets between the market and the longhouse at a steady pace. The "feline lady" glanced at herself with a keen eye. In the patrol area, the furry ears standing on the top of the head capture all kinds of movements from the market area. Winter is a season to let people relax their vigilance, especially for cats. The low temperature makes people sleepy and makes people feel sleepy. People can't help but miss the stove at home, but as a trained warrior, staying vigilant in these sleepy times has always been a skill she is proud of.

A newsboy ran by nearby, and the other party's excited shout caught the attention of the captain of the guard: "Outside the number! Outside the number! Big news! A big air battle broke out on the front line of the Winter Wolf! Unprecedented! Unheard of big air battle!"

The vocabulary used by the newsboy was novel and unfamiliar, and there were already people around him who were attracted to the attention. The captain of the guard couldn't help but glance over there, and it was these extra glances that caught the newsboy's attention. The energetic gray elf ran over a few steps, his face flushed in the cold wind, "Ms. Morelina! Get a newspaper! You can't miss it!"

"I'm on patrol." Morelina looked down at the dwarf grey elf, with a serious look on her down-covered face-she carefully controlled the degree of curling of her tail so as not to let its sway reveal her own. Feeling.

But a shrewd grey elf can obviously see through the thoughts of a warrior through countless detailed observations "Don't be like this, Madam Morelina, the captain of the guard doesn't have to patrol for so long like an ordinary soldier, and this is about the Typhon Cecil front line. news - a soldier shouldn't miss out on this!"

Morelina's eyes narrowed. She didn't agree with the first half of the newsboy's sentence, but the second half of the other party's sentence gave her a good reason...or a step. She glanced at the mechanical clock hanging in front of the patriarch's house not far away, and realized that her patrol time was indeed coming to an end soon, so she reached out to the newsboy, "Alright then, give me one."

"Your day will be filled with this paper! I promise, Ms. Morelina—this is your paper and change~~"

The eloquent grey elf.

Morelina took the newspaper and shook her head with a smile. The newsboy ran to the other direction in the next second, and a cheerful shout came from not far away, "Big news! A big air battle broke out on the front line of Winter Wolf! Windsong City! The big news that even the captain of the guard doesn't want to miss!"

Morelina glanced in that direction, and a short snoring came out of her throat, but said nothing. Then she picked up the newspaper and saw that the "big news" in the words of the newsboy was on the first page of the newspaper——

A large "photo" took up a full one-third of the page, and when she saw it for the first time, Morelina felt her breathing slowed for half a beat——

It was a scene of the sky, shot directly from a perspective flying in the air.

Morelina has actually seen the sky - the Cecilians have made some magic web short films with the theme of aerial perspective. They used some kind of flying machine to take people and equipment to the sky, and filmed overlooking the earth and clouds from the sky. Even the image of dancing with the wind and rain, as the magic net spread to the Ogure Tribal Nation, these incredible short films also entered the attention of all races as part of Cecil's publicity, but...

What appeared in the newspapers was a completely different picture.

Armed armies are fighting in the cloudy sky and howling snow.

Only then did Morelina understand what the newsboy meant by "big air battle".

Hundreds of war machines flying into the field... several times the number of Typhon air forces... massive meteorological "miracles"... dragons... armored trains...

Air and counter-air raids in a snowstorm.

Morelina grabbed the newspaper, not knowing when she had put the chopping axe on her shoulders to her legs, her feline tail curled up a little bit, and by the time she reacted, the tail was already in her mouth in.

She couldn't remember how many years she hadn't done such a childish thing--it's a shame for a mighty orc warrior.

But she can't care about such details at the moment, because a huge doubt is circling in her mind

When did... war become like this?

In the distant human world, on the east side of the continent, are the people there already fighting in this way?

...

"Big air battle..." In the spacious and bright room, Wenna Baizhi, with gray hair and a shawl, looked at the newspaper just delivered by the attendant. The front page report of the newspaper made the gray elf leader couldn't help but open his eyes. Sighing, "Is this also a change brought about by magic technology..."

"It's magic technology and magic technology," said a tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed human standing beside Wenna, "The Typhons don't have flying machines, they are still fighting with the power of traditional magic. "

"Those Typhons who don't have flying machines will lose more in this air battle-although there may be some elements of Cecil's propaganda and decoration, it is clear at a glance who will suffer more casualties in this air battle," Wen Na couldn't help but lightly said. Shaking his head lightly, "Not to mention that the Dragonborn appears on the battlefield as a mercenary... Cecil actually made magic equipment for those already very powerful Dragonborn."

"Alchemists have the concept of a 'catalyst', and war is a catalyst for technology - magic technology is certainly good for mines and municipal construction, but obviously it's also very suitable for use on the battlefield." Tall human said very seriously.

"...Grey elves are not good at fighting, but we really need to learn more about this aspect," Wenna said with a sigh, "Schwak, the agenda of buying arms from the Cecilians still needs to be pushed forward. Go down... Not only us, but the other four tribes should also realize the importance of these things. We can't expect to use those bought arms to attack anyone, but at least we have to start to keep up with the changes in the world."

"Please rest assured, I have been paying attention to this aspect."

"Well," Wenna nodded slightly, "Speaking of magic technology... Wycliffe's proposal to establish a magic web hub at the Ancestral Peak, what is the feedback from all parties?"

Wycliffe is the leader of the human tribe in the Ogre Tribe, and one of the "Five Kings" equal to Wenna Baizhi.

"The establishment of the main hub of the magic web on the peak of the ancestors is indeed a very challenging thing to tradition... At present, the orcs and the Eldar have not reached a consensus on this matter, and they are mainly worried about whether it will be bad for the Holy Land. influence, as well as some cultural and traditional concerns,” Schwak, who served as a consultant, immediately reported, “Surprisingly, the goblins have agreed to this matter, and Ms. Stella also sent a special letter to ask us about this. Does Bian also intend to promote this..."

"The goblins are so active?" Wen Na raised her head in surprise. "The Ancestral Peak is the place where they live for generations. I thought they would be the most concerned about this..."

"Everyone thinks so, but the goblins seem to... think this is very interesting," Schwak said with a strange expression, "At least Ms. Stella's attitude is like this."

Wen Na froze for a moment, and suddenly pressed her forehead in distress, "Have they really figured out what the Magic Web Hub is..."

"There should be no problem with this. Fairies have surprisingly strong understanding in the field of magic technology. Recently, they are becoming the most familiar group of magic technology in the Ogre Tribe, except for the gray elves," Shi said. Wacker didn't seem to hear the joke in Wenna's tone, and said seriously, "Perhaps it is because of this talent that they are so interested in building a giant signal tower in their ancestral home."

"...Well, it's also a good thing, so there will be at least three votes passed," Wen Na rubbed her brows, "Only the Eldar and Orcs are left...I know Camilla and Stoll, the two of them themselves. Not a stubborn person either, and should still agree in the end."

After finishing this troublesome topic, the grey elf patriarch waved his hand, "Let's talk about this after I have communicated with the Stella patriarch. Speaking of which, the letter from Meili arrived today, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," Schwak nodded, pointing to something on a small table next to him, "this is it."

Wenna blinked, her eyes fell on the packaged thing, and after a long time she muttered to herself, "I thought it was a package..."

"This is indeed a package - Cecil's postal department is registered according to the package, and the cross-border delivery is also according to the package," Schwak nodded solemnly, "Obviously, the letter written by the eldest miss can't go through the mail channel..."

Wenna "..."

"Then, please read the letter from home. I'll deal with the government documents, so don't bother."

When the voice fell, Schwak bowed slightly and politely exited the room.