Chapter 1019 Winter Hunting God

One after another, the illusory avatars were dragged out of the air by Rosetta, and they were thrown into the flaming brazier like firewood was thrown into the fire. Some of these phantoms were dull, some were alive, and some were burning. In silence, some continued to utter frantic curses, and some phantoms made a roar that was incomprehensible and incomprehensible to human beings, and contained a powerful force of pollution. Ordinary people fell into madness - but no matter what they did, they could only be thrown into the brazier without any resistance in the end, and the flames of the latter were gradually dyed an iron color and burned more and more vigorously.

Finally, even in the flames, an apparition of Malm Dunit emerged, and the apparition became more and more real, and shouted loudly

"Rosetta! I curse you! You fallen one who betrayed the gods! You will not end well, and fighting against the gods will not end well!"

"Stop it, stop it, you are doomed to be useless like this, how can a great god be at the mercy of mortals, and your arrogance will lead you to doom... Stop it! Your blind confidence is unfounded..."

"What's the point of doing this? You've worked so hard to make an empire strong, only to push it into the abyss at a time like this? Look what you're doing...you've ruined so many who were loyal to you. people……"

The voices in the flames were sometimes furious, sometimes sad, sometimes justly accusing, sometimes softening their attitude and pleading, but Rosetta just carried out his actions unhurriedly, until after he had invested a dozen incarnations, he did not know what to do. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the flame, "Do you know why you have so many incarnations captured by me?"

"you……"

"You trust your gods too much, but the gods are not as invulnerable as you think - the Augustus family has been dealing with the 'gods' for two hundred years, and I can smell the 'promoted' possession with my eyes closed The stink after a mortal... After realizing the influence you exerted on Perdinand and isolating the first 'incarnation' sample from him, all your actions in Typhon were completely exposed to my eyes ."

"You..." Deep in the flames, Malm Dunit's phantom suddenly widened his eyes, and he seemed to wake up from a big dream, and finally exclaimed, "It's that curse... that curse that haunts the Augustus family. ... You actually compromised with him?!"

"No," Rosetta watched the flames calmly, and another Malm Dunit avatar condensed from the air and was pushed into the brazier without hesitation, "this is just a deal."

"Trade...trade..." Malm Dunet's projection in the flames suddenly lowered his head and muttered, which soon turned into a burst of irrepressible mockery, "Haha, hahaha...trade! Luo! Setta, you've finally gone this way! You thought you'd benefit from a deal with the gods, but there's nothing more ridiculous than that! You,

And your ancestors who have fallen one after another in the past two hundred years, you are also arrogant and stupid... Rosetta, it seems that you are nothing special..."

Rosetta Augustus didn't seem to hear the sarcasm from the flames, he just quietly dragged the last Malm Dunit avatar he had captured from the air, unhurriedly. He threw it into the brazier, then walked to a long table next to him with a blank expression, and reached out to pick up something on the table.

It was the iron scepter that once belonged to Malm Dunit, the symbol of the Pope, God of War—

The moment he saw the scepter, Malm Dunit in the flames suddenly became quiet. He finally fully understood Rosetta's plan, but instead of cursing or mocking, he used a sad expression. The tone said, "Are you really going to take this step? Rosetta... We used to be friends, even if we took different paths, we used to be very good friends, right? I was the first to understand your ideals. , When you were questioned by nobles and religious leaders, the Church of God of War was the first to stand up to support your coronation, and even if you weakened the church's status again and again over the years, it was because of my cooperation..."

"Yes, Malm Dunit used to be my friend," Rosetta returned to the brazier with the scepter in hand, staring blankly at the phantom in the flames, then raised the scepter slightly, " Therefore, you, who don't know anything, have no right to continue to make noise here under his face!"

Before he finished speaking, the scepter was covered with a layer of sacred brilliance, and the flames in the brazier suddenly blazed, and the iron-grey color was filled with the flames. All Malm Dunit's words It was completely swallowed up by the flames of his own beliefs—the next second, Rosetta slammed the scepter on the ground, and the iron scepter collided with the carpeted slate floor, sending out what seemed to be a warhammer strike. A loud bang like a shield!

"Boom-"

The whole Winterhold seemed to hear the loud noise, and then, the phantom bells and horns suddenly resounded through the sky!

Rosetta Augustus raised his head, the illusory and empty "God's Eye" emerged behind him, his gaze passed through the heavy stone dome, and stared at the door that was slowly opening in the sky without fear. , the flags spread out, and the illusory spear array, a giant covered in iron armor has come out of the gate, with a certain crazy figure, uttering maddening ravings, a step. The steps overlapped with the phantom of the giant wandering between heaven and earth before.

"The Pope's lofty sacrifice can be used as the ultimate sacrifice, performing a far more conventional 'God's Arrival', and if the gods already have the will to go to the world, then he can even come to the world in his own body..." Rosetta seems to be He said softly to himself, "It's a rigid 'rule'... As long as the Pope sacrifices, it turns out that the parties do not need to volunteer."

"These rigid rules form the cornerstone of the operation of the gods, we are strong because of them, and we are prisoners because of them," the illusory empty eyes trembled behind him, making a low voice, "The avatar you captured is not actually Mal. All of M. Dunit, but more than half of it...enough to bring the God of War to the world."

"After the fall of the God of War, will the remaining incarnation of Malm Dunit disappear?" Rosetta asked without looking back.

"I'm starting to think about what happens after my victory? It's really positive and optimistic..." The empty eyes seemed to sneer, but he answered the question head-on, "You don't need to worry about this, your poor old friend. Now he is relying on the power of the God of War to maintain that state of immortality and chaotic degeneration. As long as this power disappears, he will naturally disappear completely, no longer threatening the world, and will also be liberated in a sense. As for now... ...You just pay attention to what you have to face, the existence that you are actively going to challenge... He has come."

"I'll face Him myself - you can do your thing too."

"Of course, that's part of the contract."

...

The sound of bells and horns echoing between the sky and the earth gradually became clear from some chaotic state, and gradually became a roar that was almost deafening, the clouds split, and the sky seemed to open a hole, and the wind was engulfing it. The rain and snow roared, and the miracle of the blizzard took shape in an instant—the miracle of divine magic that originally required a large number of high-ranking priests to exert all their strength, turned into a wave that randomly rolled up when the gods descended.

Beyond the edge of the blizzard, the prayers in the large assembly halls are still layered upon layers, and there is no sign of stopping. The priests, who have completely lost their human minds, shake their bodies around the sacrificial fire that has been completely dyed with iron gray. They recited poems dedicated to the God of War, and there was a buzzing and rumbling resonance within their bodies, and some strange and mutated organs uttered more obscure chants outside the human voice, and around these priests, At the edge of the assembly hall, the obsidian Custodians in black armor have drawn their swords, and every soldier is nervously watching 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, giant-like shadow suddenly appearing in the blizzard. There was a feeling that his heart was being grasped violently - in the next moment, he shouted loudly, "Kill all the priests! Quick!"

A sharp blade was unsheathed, and under the light and shadow of the iron-gray flame, the sword flew and pierced the body under the black robe one after another. The mission, and until the moment of being killed, the whispering priests did not make any resistance - they have been completely immersed in the out-of-control summoning ritual, and there is no human joy, anger and fear.

In the entire Winterhold area, between the plains, hills and valleys, in the assembly halls of the gods of war, the same things are constantly being staged at the same time.

The sound of war drums and horns whistling in the sky suddenly became mournful, as if a large-scale noise mixed into the normal military music, the wind and snow swept the earth, and the huge figure that was constantly solidified in the snowstorm was It shook abruptly—He seemed to be attacked by something, and his breath weakened a little, even as if he was about to be banished to another world, but this weakening only appeared for a moment, and the next second, He became even more determined. moved into this world.

Finally, even ordinary people can witness the huge shadows appearing in the snowstorm. He is so huge, so terrifying, and yet so sacred and solemn. He moves like a mountain in the snowstorm, as if it contains endless attraction. It attracts the attention of all beings like a force - around Winter Fort, in the mountains and camps, countless soldiers and officers raised their heads almost subconsciously and looked in the direction of the blizzard.

Even Lord Palin Winterhold, standing on the Mage Tower of Winterhold, is no exception.

He thought that he could resist the influence of the gods with his willpower, but when the gods really entered the real world little by little, he cast his gaze towards the blizzard almost uncontrollably. The next second, his entire field of vision, even His entire mind was completely occupied by that huge and majestic figure. He felt a huge amount of knowledge pouring into his mind crazily, and countless thoughts that did not belong to him were growing and blooming in every inch of his nerves, and his perception was growing. Torn apart and exposed to all the maddening secrets and darkness in this world, he was sliding down an abyss beyond the comprehension of the human mind - but at this moment, a brilliant star came into his eyes.

A spectacle appeared over the Winterhold area - a blizzard was raging at a low altitude, and the wind rolled up with rain and snow, forming a continuous chaotic curtain. However, a vast starry sky suddenly appeared in the higher sky. The noon sky seemed to be replaced by night, in which the bright stars that seemed to be very different from this era flickered in the night, each star resisting the crazy power in the blizzard - and this spectacle was completely Confined to the Winterhold area, at the edge of the spectacle, the starry sky and the normal sky are distinct, showing a clear and sharp dividing line.

Palin Winterhold, who had already slipped into the abyss of madness, quickly woke up. He knew that the majesty he was loyal to had already taken action.

This winter hunt has only just begun.

The Earl of Winterhold strode like an enclave to the communication crystal in the mage tower. The powerful magic force directly motivated the crystal, spreading his voice throughout the defense line.

"All units - start executing the predetermined plan!

"Overcome your fears, overcome your weaknesses, overcome your instincts - attack!"

...

In the Cecil control area, which is far away from the Winterhold defense line, on the terrace at the highest point of Winter Wolf Castle, Gawain can also visually see the huge snowstorm—and the “miracle” scene above the snowstorm.

He couldn't see the specific situation in the blizzard, but Veronica, who was on the "lookout" mission not long ago, has issued a warning that the God of War has come.

Today, the first day of the Cold Moon, is the New Year's Day - Amber's judgment is correct.

Even at such a long distance, it is still a dangerous thing to look directly at the gods. Therefore, various mental protection units on Cecil's side have begun to operate, but Gawain did not actually feel the erosion of the gods from the blizzard. The breath appeared, and according to Veronica's observation and judgment, it seemed that the "starry sky" covering the blizzard had a certain suppressing and filtering effect, leading the pollution of the gods that should have spread to the depths of the starry sky.

The cards that Rosetta Augustus had hidden were unfolding one by one.

The intelligence from the frontline observation post was quickly gathered to the Winter Wolf Fort, and the signal troopers ran up to the terrace.

"Report! It is observed that there are signs of a large-scale magic gathering on Typhon's side, and their battle mage group has begun activities!"

"Observed the launch of the Griffin Knights on the Typhon side!"

"There is an abnormal surge of magic power on the edge of the confrontation area, and the frontline troops are asking for instructions!"

After quickly processing a few orders, Gawain came to the command hall on the first floor of the castle, which was already busy.

The great changes in Typhon's control area stimulated everyone's nerves. Even if the date had been calculated in advance and preparations were made, in the absence of key intelligence, the commanders still had to implement various plans according to the worst situation. Philip was ordering the front-line armored forces to advance toward the Typhons' control area. Maryland had already taken the "War Citizen" armored train to the defense of Winterhold, and at the air base further behind, several dragoon squadrons and dragonborn mercenaries They are taking off in sequence, ready to go to the front.

But what they are performing now is just a gathering mission-whether to fire, and who to fire, still needs to be judged by the highest command.

"Your Majesty," Philip said quickly after noticing Gawain's appearance, "The outpost scout just visually confirmed that there was indeed a very large 'thing' in the blizzard, but the protective device of mental pollution did not respond."

Gawain nodded, "The Typhons seem to have used another method to divert the direction of mental pollution - don't let your guard down, keep the protection system on, we can't say how long the Typhons' 'means' will take effect."

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 in three or two steps, "We caught a Typhon outside the castle!"