Chapter 1018 Advent Day

The military mobilization of the Typhons is still going on, and one after another legions of Transcendents have been summoned from all over the country to the area of ​​Winterhold - this originally very broad defense belt in depth now even seems to be "crowded". All the castles, cities and fortresses in the defense zone have already been crowded, and a large number of camps and temporary military stations have been set up between the defense lines. Correspondingly, the army of Cecil is also continuously moving to the front line. .

Of course, in terms of sheer numbers, Cecil's army is still far less than the Typhons who have a wealth of wealth.

The atmosphere in the entire war zone was extremely tense and suppressed to the extreme, and in the process of this special atmosphere and the gathering of huge numbers of people, the special "breath" that permeated the entire area became more and more obvious day by day.

The number of "vision sightings" from ordinary people has begun to rise exponentially, and the number of people fleeing from the border to the interior has reached a new peak in recent days, even those who were previously inseparable or not wealthy enough to migrate Population, and now began to try their best to stay away from this land of right and wrong.

Winter Wolf Castle, inside the intelligence office, Amber is sitting behind an extra large desk-she is surrounded by intelligence documents sent from various channels, including those from the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Agency and front-line reconnaissance units. , documents and files department, etc. The officers of the Military Intelligence Agency and assistant think tanks at all levels have streamlined and processed the documents as much as possible, but the documents sent to her are still piled up.

The petite half-elf sat behind the desk, looking almost overwhelmed with documents.

Amber shifted her position on the wide seat and adjusted to a relatively relaxed posture. Her legs swayed twice, and Amber eyes swept between the quick analysis notes and clue maps again.

She is trying to find a key point in time, as well as the possible "hidden dangers" of the Typhon people.

A bald-headed man with a scar on his face and an imposing looking bald-headed man stood opposite her, placing the sorted documents on the table and asking cautiously, "Boss, look at your expression... Did you find something? ?"

"I've said it before, calling me 'Director' or 'Officer' in formal occasions sounds a bit more powerful," Amber raised his eyelids to look at his old subordinate, then shook his head slightly, "It's not so decisive. The discovery... just sums up the obvious."

As she spoke, she waved her finger on several of the clue maps, "The Typhons have concentrated so many troops in a narrow and long area. Judging from the simplest common sense, we all know that so many people can't be in such a huge area. The battlefield unfolds - so whether they're going to use these people to fight God of War or attack us, two-thirds of the troops are probably useless, in other words, that Rosetta Augustus put so much Certainly not all the people here are for fighting, and quite a few of them...their role should be in other areas.

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"Other aspects?" Scarface Anton showed a hint of confusion, "Which aspect do you mean?"

"I want to know that I have already reported it, so I need to chat with you here?" Amber rolled his eyes, "And this kind of issue involving military deployment, Philip and his staff must be more professional than me. , I only need to tell them the suspicious points I see, how to analyze and investigate, that is their business, our real important task now... is to find out the time point so that we can take precautions in advance. "

"When is the time for the Typhons to start..." An Dong thought thoughtfully, then shook his head slightly irritably, "No one knows what the emperor of the Typhons is thinking, if he really wants to To fight against the gods with us, at least some signals should be released..."

"He won't," Amber shook his head, his expression was quite open, "According to our Majesty's statement, Typhon and Cecil can communicate with each other about everything, but this matter cannot be discussed. The war becomes a tease and trap against 'war' itself, which will make all efforts so far in vain."

As she said that, her attention has returned to the file mountain in front of her - if someone else is present, she will be surprised that she is so serious and devoted to a serious matter, but Anton knows that his own "Big Sister Head" has maintained this state for several days.

When something really terrible is about to happen, Amber, who is usually carefree, will also become serious.

Amber didn't care about the feelings of her subordinates. She just pondered the clues she had come into contact with recently, trying to analyze the action arrangements of the Typhons. While summarizing those clues, she also expanded her own thinking. , trying to find breakthrough points from directions other than existing clues.

In many cases, it is not the people in the fog that dislodge the clouds, but the forces outside the clouds.

She didn't find any clues from the piles of paper on the table that could reveal the timing of the key actions of the Typhons, but she raised her head and yawned in exhaustion, but her eyes swept across the wall hanging on the wall not far away. a calendar.

After being stunned for a moment, she blinked and asked casually as if remembering something, "How many more days... is it the New Year's Day?"

Anton was a little stunned, probably because he didn't expect his boss's thinking jumping to be so wonderful, but he thought about the boss's usual style, and felt that the other party paid attention to festivals, which could not only give holidays but also allowances, but also rubbed openly everywhere. The day of the meal is a very natural thing, so I nodded, "Yeah, it will be the New Year's Day in two days, the first day of the year... But to be honest, don't think about it at this time. It's a holiday and drinking or something..."

Amber didn't pay any attention to Anton's jokes in the second half of the sentence (in the past, she should have kicked the other party into the shadow world with one foot), she just seemed to be fascinated by the word New Year's Day, and then looked down again. I glanced at the shorthand reminders I wrote down at hand, and a little bit of light flashed in my eyes - "I see!"

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"Three days later? New Year's Day?" In the front-line command hall, Gawain was a little surprised to see Amber who suddenly came to him excitedly to report the situation, "Are you sure?"

After living in this world for so many years, he is no stranger to traditional festivals like "New Calendar Festival". This is a somewhat like New Year's day, the first day of the cold month and the first day of the year. On this day, Frostbite begins to descend and Firefire begins to rise, and although the entire month that follows is called the "Cold Moon," the coldest days of the year will soon pass - with Next, as the month of recovery approaches, people will celebrate this special festival in various ways. The "people" here include not only human beings, but also the elves in the south and many races in the western part of the continent.

While recalling some knowledge about the New Year's Eve in his mind, an idea suddenly flashed across Gawain's mind like lightning.

He seemed to know what Amber found.

"On the New Year's Day, the gods need to rest and rearrange the governance of the world," Amber said calmly, "for this reason, all religious activities in the world will be suspended for one day - no matter which god is. Believers, even the swashbuckling ones, are 'silent' on this day. People don't pray, they don't go to church, they don't worship at home, they don't even try to mention the names of the gods because... God is on this day rest."

The key to uncovering the fog is not in any intelligence clue, but a traditional custom - everything in the world is indeed wonderful.

There was a smile on Amber's face, "Rosetta Augustus couldn't make everyone stop praying to the God of War at the same time by his own orders, even though he relied on the army to forcibly control the activities of the Church of God of War everywhere and forcibly forbid it. He held a public and formal evangelistic meeting, but he couldn't prevent people from praying secretly at home, couldn't ensure that there would not be a few underground churches that were secretly operating among the nearly 100 million people, and he couldn't control the gods of war other than Typhon. The church...but the power of tradition can do it, at least better than he does.

"On the New Year's Day, everyone will stop praying, no matter which god they believe in, whether they obey Rosetta's orders or not, everyone will do it, and according to our research on the laws of the gods, In this case, the power of the gods would lose the 'replenishment'..."

Gawain's expression became extraordinarily serious, he rubbed his index finger knuckles lightly, and said in a low voice, "So, if he wants to do something to God, the New Year's Day will be the most suitable day... There is not much time, but there is still time. Prepare."

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A few days passed by in a flash.

In a meeting place near Winter Fort, a huge brazier has been lit, candlesticks and iron sacred objects have been set up neatly around the altar, and the scent of incense is emanating from the bonfire and candlelight, throughout the whole. Continuing to spread in the meeting place.

A large number of priests in black robes or gray robes were led into the assembly hall vaguely, like a group of swaying walking corpses gathered in front of the sacrificial altar. There was a steady stream of muttering or babbling from the depths of those heavy hoods, as if each of them were conversing with some unseen object, and even... happy.

Wearing black armor, the obsidian army guards the edge of the assembly hall. Under the visors made of alloy, there is an indifferent gaze with almost no emotion.

A military commander glanced at the mechanical watch in his hand, and then glanced at the sky outside through the wide window not far away.

The cold wind blew into the meeting room through the open window, and the snow particles accumulated the previous day were swept in.

A new year begins today... with a dark and bloody day that no one knows at the moment will lead to a hopeful future - neither does the Commander, his only mission here , that is, to execute the command given by the superior.

"This may be the worst New Year's Eve I've ever had in my life, it's freezing to death..." He muttered softly, walking towards a priest next to the altar.

Over time, the scent of incense floating in the assembly hall has begun to affect these delirious priests and priests, some of whom seem to have begun to whisper prayers, but this is far from a true "ceremony" , so the commander came to the priest and said casually to the face hidden under the hood, "The holy time has come, don't you offer prayers?"

"Holy time... Holy time..." The priest muttered to himself in a low voice, sounding confused, but he seemed to maintain a trace of reason, "But I can't pray today... Today..."

"Yesterday passed the New Year's Eve, Mr. Bishop, your memory is wrong," the commander whispered, "Look at the brazier and candlestick in front of you... This is a gift to the gods, and there is no such thing as a New Year's Eve. Something like that?"

"Oh...oh...you're right, the New Year's Eve passed yesterday..." A voice came from under the hood, which became more and more unintelligible. When it gradually became hoarse and torn, and a large number of syllables that humans could not pronounce were mixed in the middle, the commander has quickly retreated to the edge of the assembly hall.

Low prayers were already ringing around the brazier—

"...Blessed by the god of war, my heart is like steel, and I have fought hundreds of battles..."

The unspeakable mental pressure began to spread, and even the well-trained obsidian fighters could not help feeling their skin tighten and their lips dry. The commander stared intently at the flame that was gradually dyed iron-grey in the center of the altar, and glanced at the priests around the altar from time to time. Slowly, his hand began to touch the long sword around his waist. .

In the assembly hall, the prayers were mixed together, and there seemed to be several other sounds mixed in the middle. The flames in the center of the altar became more and more vigorous. In dozens of meeting places, large and small, the same thing happened at the same time.

An abnormally gathered cloud layer suddenly appeared in the sky, and large iron-gray dark clouds seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere, and in the center of the cloud layer, a group of shimmering, door-like things had already emerged, just like According to legend, the gate of the Kingdom of God hangs high above the earth, as long as you are in the Winterhold area, you can clearly see it when you look up.

The only remaining residents in this area felt the great pressure. They hid in their homes in panic, got into the cellar, and then closed the doors and windows. The soldiers were nervously waiting for further orders. Countless commanders and messengers They all cast their eyes in the direction of Winterhold.

Rosetta Augustus stood in the secret hall on the uppermost floor of Winterhold, his eyes looking at the sky through the wide floor-to-ceiling glass windows, looking at the projection of the gods that was already very clear in his sight.

Today is the New Year's Eve, God wants to "rest", and prayers all over the world have been suspended, but tens of thousands of the most corrupted God of War priests are praying here... This is some kind of strong "positioning", enough to Lead the connection of the kingdom of God to the human world accurately.

However, it seems that this is not enough, the gods still have not really come - ordinary prayers cannot cause qualitative changes through quantitative changes, and this requires the most crucial step to promote.

Rosetta retracted her gaze, turned and walked towards the burning brazier in the center of the secret hall. Everyone in the hall had already been evacuated, even Palin Winterhold. Now only Rose is left in this huge space. Tower Augustus alone, and only himself, can do what he wants to do here.

He stood in front of the brazier, and then seemed to think for a moment, then looked back in the direction of the Cecil Empire.

"It's so far away... I'm afraid I can't even make eye contact."

The Typhon Emperor muttered to himself the only joke he had made in more than ten years, then waved his hand and grabbed it in the void.

An illusory and empty eye suddenly appeared behind him with the starlight background, and in his hand, he grabbed a hazy, twisted, shadow-like figure.

That is the incarnation projection of Malm Dunit.

After catching this avatar, Rosetta threw it into the brazier in front of him without even looking at it, and then he grabbed it again from the side - the second "Malm Dunit" was caught He grabbed it out, and was thrown into the brazier by him again.

Then, the third...the fourth...

Like adding fuelwood to a brazier.