Chapter 1021 Upward Wind

The seventh flash rose from a certain peak in the direction of Winterhold. After a short delay, an irregular mushroom cloud rose from the edge of the plain. The pale-white magic turbulence flowed around with the bottom of the mushroom cloud as the center, burning all the way. Obliterating everything along the way, the deafening roar echoed in the sky and the earth, as if it could shake the mountains.

Then, a huge body shredded the tumbling heat waves and smoke, many cracks appeared in the armor on his body, rust-colored gas spewed out of the cracks, and hot magma flowed under the giant's feet, he raised his head, hollow Two dark red flames jumped in the depths of his helmet, looking in the direction of a certain mountain from a distance-a minute ago, it was the position on that mountain that released the seventh annihilation creation.

The next second, there was a chaotic and crazy cascading loud noise from the giant's helmet. It seemed to be a battle cry that humans could not understand. Then he raised his arm high, and a longbow was instantly formed in his hand, and he aimed at the distant place. A mountain peak, with the heroic and brave gesture that all mortals in the world can only imagine, draw the longbow, and a blood-colored arrow appears on the bowstring out of thin air.

Then the giant loosened the bowstring, and the huge blood-colored arrow cut through the air, and fell on the mountain in the distance almost instantly - layers of thick barriers rose above the latter almost at the same time. The blood-colored arrows hit the surface of those barriers, accompanied by a piercing scream like tearing the sky, the layers of barriers were continuously pierced almost in an instant, and a huge explosion enveloped the entire mountain.

The white light beam that penetrated the sky above the mountain flickered violently a few times, and then completely extinguished in the rising explosive cloud. At the foot of the mountain, a large area of ​​Typhon camp, which was flowing with the flow of magic light, seemed to be swallowed by darkness. It dimmed one by one - if someone looked down from the sky at this moment, they would see a large area of ​​​​holes in the magical network formed by hundreds of thousands of superhumans covering the entire Winterhold area, which is shocking.

In the secret hall, the voice resounding in the communication crystal trembled, "The Black Thorn Mage Corps has been wiped out! Node 7 is invalid! The flow of magic power is offset by 9%!"

There was a short silence in the hall for a second, and then a quiet and flat voice sounded in the empty secret hall.

"continue."

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On the other side of the confrontation zone, the terrifying sight between the mountains and plains of Winterhold shook the minds of every witness, the huge ball of light that was constantly rising, the giants striding in the torrent of magic, and the mortal defenses that were extinguished one after another. It is like a picture scroll in the end of the day, even if it is separated by a long distance, it is still shocking enough.

The dragoon scout came from a closer distance with a clearer image - on the premise of carefully maintaining a safe distance, they clearly photographed the out-of-control and ruthless god moving forward with the continuous bombardment of the Creation of Oblivion sight.

Amber stood beside Gawain,

Staring at the distant scene projected by the magic net terminal in front of him with wide eyes, he couldn't help but exclaim for a long time, "They are still hiding such a powerful thing..."

"This is Typhon's 'power of the whole country'..." Gawain said slowly and solemnly, "It's... impressive."

At the same time, there was also a feeling in his heart. If Rosetta Augustus didn't want to go the route without bloodshed and chose to declare war on Ansu, I'm afraid Ansu would be gone by now, right?

This world...is really full of abyss.

At this moment, another magic net terminal placed next to it suddenly hummed, the projection crystal above the terminal lit up, Maryland's figure appeared in the holographic projection, and the background behind him was a busy armored train. sight.

"Your Majesty," Maryland first gave a military salute, and then said in a hurried tone, "We have reached the Typhon control area, and the Typhonian outposts here are all over - the railway ahead can still advance a short distance, and the tank troops are also We can enter at any time, shall we fight?"

Gawain did not answer immediately, but raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of the defense line of Winterhold.

Even through the thick walls and the long distance, he could imagine what was happening on the battlefield. The god of war, who had completely lost his mind and turned into a natural disaster, was still advancing, and the defense line formed by mortals was retreating, Winterhold. The massive mage positions nearby were being destroyed one by one, and every minute hundreds of Typhons died in the turbulent flow of magic and the counterattacks of the gods.

Typhon, this terrifying behemoth, the most powerful competition and threat of the Cecil Empire, a military empire with deep roots, is now bleeding in minutes. The speed is consumed - just wait a little longer, the most elite troops of this behemoth will be torn apart by the God of War, wait a little longer, the defense line of the Typhons will be penetrated, wait a little longer After a while, Typhon will never be a threat to Cecil anymore.

And the God of War may be fully weakened in this process, and it will become easier to be killed by the annihilation of so many consecutive bombardments on a deity that is in a weakened state, and it can be severely damaged even if it is not killed. This may be the most "cost-effective" time to attack.

The black-haired maid named "Diana" just stood quietly behind Gawain. Although she was in the "enemy" base camp and there were many soldiers watching her, this lady from Typhon still looked very Calmly and indifferently, she stared at Gawain's back with no emotion fluctuations, neither urging nor persuading, just like a bystander who has nothing to do with herself, quietly calculating every turning point in history here. seconds.

Gawain smiled, without any hesitation, he looked at the communication device beside him, "Maryland, the whole army is attacking."

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The cold wind whistled across the dry plain, and the "War Citizen" armored train crouched quietly like a behemoth of steel on a makeshift railway in the Typhon Cecil standoff area, while the "War Citizen" On both sides of it, there are also two "iron scepters" performing escort tasks on several tracks arranged in parallel, and the "Zero" armored train urgently coming from Changfeng Fortress, around and behind these behemoths. , and you can see neatly arranged tanks and multi-purpose vehicles, as well as large magic cannons that are pulled by the high-powered locomotives and can be placed in the fortifications as fixed cannons.

The army formation composed of giant steel beasts spreads and arranges on the plain. The hunters are anxiously waiting for the order from the rear. Among the soldiers who control these war machines, a large number of people have participated in the hunt for the "pseudo-god's body". ”, the mortals’ participation in the hunt of the gods once was enough to be praised by poets, and now they have the opportunity to hunt twice.

And unlike the previous "pseudo-god's body", this time they will face a more powerful and "orthodox" god.

In the distance, in the direction of the Fortress of Winterhold, more than a dozen bright beams pierced the "night" brought by the strange starry sky. One of the beams suddenly flashed, and a moment later, an earth-shattering explosion appeared on the plain. The turbulent flow of overflowing magic power rose up on the earth like a new sun, and after the same moment, the beam of light suddenly went out.

Inside the armored train of the War Citizen, a senior officer walked quickly through the busy seats and came to Maryland in a hurried tone, "General! Shall we fight? Commanders of several tank regiments have sent questions several times. inquired..."

Maryland, dressed in military uniform, just hung up the communication. The middle-aged general with a calm temperament and a knighthood heard the words of his subordinates and only said a few words in short, "The order has come from above - hit!"

"Yes! General!" The senior officer gave a military salute and said in a loud voice, but he suddenly stopped before turning around, turning his head to look at Maryland with a hint of doubt, "By the way, which way is it? ?"

Maryland immediately glared at the other party, "Why don't you ask?! Of course, it's the biggest and easiest to target!"

There was a bright smile on the face of the senior officer, and his voice was particularly loud: "Yes! General!!"

In the next second, the surging magic was injected into the engine and the power ridge, the gears and connecting rods were rotated under the drive of the magic mechanism, the chariot began to move forward, and the huge steel army rushed towards the defense line of Winterhold like a flood. Go—and after a short delay, the large rainbow light generator on the rear of the War Citizen hummed, and a dazzling white light began to surge across the surface of the focus crystal, accompanied by a whistling sound that ripped through the air, by The torrent of magic power gathered by pure arcane energy instantly crossed the far distance and bombarded the iron-grey giant who was advancing in the distance.

Next, there are the two orbital acceleration main guns before and after War Citizen, the main gun of the No. 0 armored train, the main and secondary guns of the Iron Scepter...

"Boom boom-"

The roar of the magic weapon sounded one after another, and the surging formed by the steel torrent suddenly lit up with continuous flashes. The powerful beams and cannonballs spanned a long distance like rain, bombarding the fortress group that had reached Winterhold. Out of control god.

Such a huge and conspicuous "Iron Giant"... quite easy to target indeed.

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"The Frost Battle Mage Corps has been wiped out! Node 11 has failed! The flow of magic power is seriously unbalanced, and our magic power network is at risk of regional disintegration!"

"The 12th to 16th camps in the magic power supply area have lost contact. The troops stationed at the 19th and 22nd camps suffered heavy casualties and were unable to support the nodes. They have withdrawn from the battle!"

"The Eighth Regiment of the National Knights has lost contact..."

"The Fourth Griffin Knights completed the air attack mission and returned to 40%..."

The news from various mage outposts was continuously gathered in this largest mage tower. Palin Winterhold, who was sitting in the tower, clenched his staff, his face was as cold as the mountains in winter.

The elites accumulated by the empire for so many years were being consumed at a terrifying speed. He didn't even feel the pain in his heart, but felt extremely absurd, but the most absurd thing was that the terrifying giant was still alive and had already begun to attack Winterhold. Fortress group, mortal attacks can only cause quite limited damage to him, but each of his counterattacks means the demise of a certain troop formation.

The pressure this brings is terrifying. Even a Typhon soldier with a firm mind will only feel fear and shake in the face of such a battle for a long time.

Up to now, the entire line of defense has not collapsed. It can only be said that three aspects of credit are due. On the one hand, the soldiers showed their greatest courage when there was no way to retreat; The old Duke Del is relying on the strength of the Knights of the Protectorate to maintain the most basic morale and order. The last aspect... is because the line of defense is so broad, and the troop that was dismissed under the wrath of the gods was defeated so fast that The small units in every corner of the defense line could not intuitively feel what kind of casualties this long line of defense was experiencing every minute and every second.

Only those who can understand the entire battle situation can know what mortals are facing on this battlefield.

"Is this a cataclysm..." The Earl of Winterhold couldn't help muttering to himself, "What have we believed in for thousands of years..."

He subconsciously glanced at the magic projection not far away, just as he saw the ruthless and ruthless giant roaring to tear the sky. In the depths of the hollow helmet, the two inhuman flames seemed to contain the human world. All the most extreme madness.

He has no sanctity at all, and has completely turned into a pure natural disaster and monster. He is relying on instinct to slaughter all living beings on this land, or... in making a war in which everyone must die.

At this moment, the light suddenly lit up on the edge of the magic projection attracted the attention of the Earl of Winterhold, and the next moment he saw the body of the iron-grey giant burst into a huge group of flames - just a few seconds later, such as A torrential rain of beams and cannonballs poured down, covering the entire area where the giant was.

The Earl of Winterhold was stunned for two seconds before realizing that it was a scene created by the Cecilians.

The Cecilians have already crossed the confrontation and exchange of fire and entered the control area of ​​the Typhon Empire - however, all the outposts set up on the edge of the original line of defense have long been destroyed by Mad God, and no one has given warning and warning to the arrival of the Cecilians. inform.

Of course, no one would care about this in this situation.

"Your Majesty! The Cecilians have launched an attack!" Palin Winterhold quickly came to the communication crystal, said in a hurried tone while activating the spell, and then explained, "Ah, they didn't attack us... "

"...Maintain the attack frequency of the Creation of Oblivion as much as possible," the voice from the opposite side of the crystal was as calm as ever, "until now, this battle has just entered the topic."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

In any case, the arrival of the Cecilians greatly inspired the officers and soldiers on the defense line, and even the most determined knight could not bear to see the torrent of artillery fire and arcane magic falling from the sky on the iron giant. He breathed a sigh of relief - no Typhon had ever imagined such a situation, never imagined that he would be inspired by the appearance of the Cecil, much less the cannonballs and arcane torrents that fell from the sky It turned out to be something that made him feel at ease.

The line of defense that had just been shaken was once again stabilized, the mortals did not retreat, and the thunderous artillery fire sounded again.

(The special chapter on the experience and news of anomalous creatures has been published! The new team made it! Everyone go to the top of the wave - whether there is a follow-up or not depends on the results of this wave!)