Chapter 1022 God of War

Looking down from the air, the Winterhold Fortress and the narrow and long plains to the west of the Fortress are already like a boiling sea of ​​light——

Hundreds of thousands of extraordinary people are stationed in hundreds of large and small camps. This huge camp community has formed an unimaginable giant network of magic power. At a dozen commanding heights around the fortress group, a beam of light that penetrates the heavens and the earth rises from the top of the mountain, and every time the light flashes, a powerful sphere of light falls from the sky;

Cecil's armored torrent was advancing towards the eastern front. Several armored trains were moving on the track. Tank groups and various light and medium tanks were crushing the dry ground in winter. Intensive flashes undulating in the front section of this "iron stream" like waves, the cannonballs and energy beams interweave into a net of fire, splashing on the distant plain;

The majestic giant like a hill trekked on the earth, facing the overwhelming ancient forbidden spells and contemporary artillery fire. Even the deity's body in a weakened state appears to be desperately strong and tenacious in the face of angry attacks from mortals - the firepower that the two empires poured on him with the strength of the whole country succeeded in causing continuous damage. , However, the giant's footsteps showed no sign of slowing down. He moved forward like an invincible knight, constantly destroying any defense lines that appeared in front of him, or using a longbow to fight the enemy, killing those who dared to hurt him. Ants" were wiped out.

In the armored train of the War Citizen, the roar of artillery entered the car body through the barrier, and the entire tactical section of the car echoed with low rolling thunder. Maryland came to an observation window on the side of the car, overlooking the Winterhold Fortress. direction of the group.

The fortress group was built between the mountains, and the terrain of the entire core area of ​​the Winter Fort defense line showed a shape that gradually rose along the border of the plain, and between the hillsides and hills above the ground, a brilliant stream of light was on the ground. Flowing, even though there have been many extinguished "black domains", this "sea of ​​light" formed by the gathering of mortal power is still magnificent and thrilling.

"It's really impressive..." The well-informed general couldn't help but sigh softly.

That is the miracle that Typhon has accumulated for hundreds of years to the present, with the huge army of Transcendents abruptly "piled up". The magical veins that are all over the mountains and plains should be the masterpiece of the Royal Mage Association, which the Typhon people are most proud of. It is expensive, and the number of extraordinary people in demand is probably no country other than Typhon and the Silver Empire can afford it. It is not as efficient and stable as a Leyline of the same size, at least if the same Leyline is used to drive the Creation of Oblivion, there will be no such frequent overload self-destruction; it may only last for a while, because human There is a limit to power, but even so, Maryland pays tribute to this miracle—and he believes even his majesty will think so.

Is this the last pinnacle of the transcendent order of the old age...

The call of the signal soldier suddenly came from the side,

Interrupted Maryland's thoughts, "The track has reached the end, and the connection section ahead has been blown up!"

Maryland looked up, and he saw that the plain was coming to an end, and the outermost buildings of the Winterhold fortresses stood in the distance - the Cecil Corps had crossed the stalemate area that had been repeatedly contested by the warring parties, and the armored trains could move. The railway also came to an end.

And the mountain-like giant is still marching forward with steady and firm steps. His goal from beginning to end is the castle on the top of the mountains with pure white walls like snow and ice, as if there is something special there. something that is absolutely attractive to him.

Suddenly, the giant raised his arm again, and a giant bow quickly formed in his hand. He looked around the battlefield around him, and then he suddenly shot an arrow in the back-the huge arrow cut through the air, and fell on the plug in almost an instant. In the steel torrent of Searle Legion, the tanks and multi-purpose vehicles near the landing point were evaded for the first time. However, when the explosion broke out, there were still more than ten tanks in the terrifying energy impact.

Then the giant turned around again and continued to head towards Winterhold in the distance.

Maryland's pupils shrank instantly—

This is the god of war that mortals believe in. It is the appearance of the gods that mortals have drawn with their imaginations since ancient times. There are not so many fancy decorations, and there are not so many treacherous abilities. He will only sweep the battlefield with absolute power, and use The stubborn body faces all attacks head-on--to stand firm and persevere, to advance bravely in the enemy's line and eliminate all threats. This is the "classic depiction" of all heroic images on the battlefield from ancient times to the present.

This giant presents all of the above characteristics perfectly.

Next to the War Citizen, there is already one less iron scepter armored train serving as an escort. On another track in the distance, the second half of the No. 0 armored train is also severely damaged, and the remaining carriages are bubbling thick. Smoke, that's the price to pay for chasing the gods for a short time in the past.

Maryland took a light breath, and quickly gave the order to the signal soldiers on the side, "Slow down and stop the armored train and continue to attack the target with all weapons until the target is out of range; other ground troops continue to advance and maintain firepower output; first, second , The 4th Artillery Battalion moved forward, set up a new position on the Seventy-sixth Heights, and continued to attack..."

...

Over the Iron Throne, the strange starry sky and night continued to shroud the earth, and groups of shadows were passing over the clouds in the sky, speeding towards the giant in iron-gray armor in the distance-there were silver-gray-painted ones. Dragoon aircraft, there are also dragons that are equipped with steel wings and soar directly in the clouds.

The high-altitude cold wind whistled through the wings, cutting the magical barrier of the body like a cold blade. The black dragon Su Jina felt the turbulent airflow in the air, and narrowed her eyes slightly to look into the distance.

The giant that can make the dragon tremble is clearly visible.

"Maggie... When you wrote me to come to Cecil to 'experience flying', you didn't say you would fight this kind of thing..."

The Black Dragon Commander muttered softly, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a fearless smile. She stretched out her wings as if embracing the sky. The runes on the edge of the steel wings shone in the night sky, beside her. The members of the dragon group also made similar actions one after another, the speed of the entire air formation accelerated again, and hazy illusions were dragged out under the starlight.

The Typhons risk their lives here because it involves their lives and honors, the Cecilians are here to make a decisive assault because it also involves their life and death and the concept of homeland, and the Dragonborn...as mercenaries They were originally outsiders, but at this moment they were just as fierce and fearless of death as those human beings, which may be difficult to understand in the eyes of outsiders.

But the Dragonborn take it for granted—they do receive money, and when they do, they make solemn promises.

Dragonborn may be broken dragons, but broken dragons also have their own dignity and creeds.

Not to mention...the feeling of flying in the sky is really good.

...

The fiery flames burned on the ground, and the originally cold northwest frontier turned into a blazing furnace on this day. In a Typhon camp that had been completely destroyed, the out-of-control magic that spread everywhere was still licking continuously. Barracks in the ground and ruins.

A piece of communication crystal rolled to the ground was mostly buried by the scorching soil. After losing the support of the control mage, the light on the surface of the crystal was rapidly dimmed, but there was still a faint and vague voice coming from the depths of the crystal "...call four Camp 14, the Mage Tower of Winterhold is calling Camp 44... report your... unstable flow of mana, we need... to hear back..."

The corpse also buried in the soil could not respond to the sound from the crystal. In the entire camp, except for the crackling sound of the flames burning down the barracks, there was only the low-pitched whistling of the out-of-control magic power passing by at a low altitude. The pile of loose dirt was pulled open by a bloody hand, and a battle mage who could no longer be seen struggled to get out of the collapsed fortification, wriggling in the dirt.

He stretched out his hand to the message crystal that was about to go out. After receiving the magic power, the crystal brightened slightly again.

"This is... Camp 44..."

"Report your situation, Annihilation Camp No. 10 needs more magic power..."

"There's no more magic... Camp 44 suffered a direct hit and was destroyed, and the camps I could see nearby were also... Our men were all dead."

The voice on the opposite side of the crystal was silent for two seconds, and then sounded again, "Received, we will relocate the flow of magic to the remaining camp, you can... retreat."

"……receive."

The crystal flickered a few times, and the severely damaged internal rune began to heat up, causing the surface of the crystal to quickly fill with cracks, and before it shattered completely, there was a final vague voice "Thank you for your hard work, soldier. …”

The crystal shattered with a crisp sound, and the Battle Mage threw away the useless wreckage of the crystal. He used his last strength to turn himself over, and the only upper body that remained was like a broken sack, leaning against a piece that could no longer be seen. on the ruins.

"You're welcome……"

He looked up at the sky, the night and the brilliant starlight reflected in his rapidly tarnished eyes. In the background of the sky, the battle machines of the Cecilians and the heavily armed dragons were flying in the direction of the Winterhold Fortress.

At the back of Camp 44, in the wilderness leading to the fortress group, the hollow steel giant was still striding forward, and flames flowed wherever his feet passed.

...

"Camp 44 is gone, and the last blocking barrier we set up in front of the fortress group was destroyed three minutes ago," a high-level Battle Mage said to Palin Winterhold in a heavy tone, "So far, we have The frontal defense strength of the fortress group is less than 30%, and only the city walls, shields and mage towers of the fortress group are left."

"Their sacrifices have brought us precious time and magic power. If the Creation of Annihilation can be launched one more time, we will be one step closer to the final victory." The Earl of Winterhold said with a solemn expression, while watching the magical illusion not far away. One glance - the mage's eye set high in the sky looks at the defense line of Winterhold from a distance, in the mountains where the fortress group is located, the beams that penetrate the sky and the earth have been extinguished by more than half, and the magic network flowing on the earth has also become thousands of scars. There are shocking sights everywhere.

The Transcendent node set up near the defense line to maintain the supply of magic power suffered heavy losses, but most of the annihilation camps in the fortress group have been extinguished... Therefore, even if the entire line of defense is crumbling, this huge magic power network has not completely collapsed.

This may be the only "good thing" that has happened here since the outbreak of the battle...

Palin Winterhold shook his head, he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, there was nothing but unwavering light in them.

...

In the secret hall, the illusory and hazy starlight has completely penetrated the original walls, floors and roofs. The entire hall is like a glass room placed among the stars in the universe. A strange eye outlined by disordered lines floats in this piece. In the center of the "Star Sea", he was staring at the image presented by the magic projection not far away with his empty "pupils".

In that magical projection, the battlefield scene captured by the remaining mage eyes, or the picture of the iron giant stepping forward, or the scene of the Cecil Army advancing from the sky and the surface at the same time, flashed constantly.

"...It's really thrilling...I really didn't expect that you would develop like this while I was sleeping...I thought that after the tide was destroyed by the dragons, I would never see such a brave sight of mortals again, but I didn't think so. Thinking that you 'remainders' who rose from the ruins can do so much. It's incredible, it's incredible... You mortals are far more tenacious than I imagined."

"Mortals are easy to be knocked down, but they can always get up. That's how our history continues to this day," Rosetta Augustus, who stood in the background of the "starry sky", said calmly, and then he looked at Glancing at the iron-colored giant in the magic projection, he calmly changed the subject, "Now, we can do enough damage to him."

"Enough? Enough? Maybe it's enough... It's a delicate question," the chaotic Hollow Eye said casually, "I can't tell you quantitatively that a god is in your mortals. How much damage did you take under the attack... but compared to when you fought alone at the beginning, your chances of success are indeed much higher now."

"Then, you must also deliver on your promise."

"Of course, I will honor it... But the premise is that you can really give him a fatal blow at that time - this needs to weaken him as much as possible. You know, my current strength is very limited, in this state It's quite a challenge to deal with a complete god."

Rosetta stared silently at the empty eye that was floating not far from her, before saying in a low voice for a long time, "We will do it."

...

When the human world set off a stormy sea, there were distant eyes watching this battlefield of mortals and gods.

On the top floor of the towering Central Sanctuary, which is enough to overlook the entire Tallonde terrace, the figure with blond hair is standing in the faint sunset glow, silently looking at the direction of the Loren Continent.

Heragor stood by the side respectfully and whispered, "My lord, you have been watching for a long time."

The blond figure was silent for a second before whispering, "For me, it's just a moment."

Heragor didn't say much, he just followed the god's gaze and looked into the distance, but soon withdrew his gaze.

He knew what was going on in that direction, and what was going on... reminded him of a long time ago.

But he knew he shouldn't recall those things, especially in this place.