Chapter 1029 Iron Man

One of the most dangerous and fierce battles in human history is over, but for the "war" itself, the end is still a long and careful process.

In the front-line command post of Winter Wolf Castle, Gawain sat at a long table with Philip, Maryland, Solderling, Amber and others. The magic net terminal on the table was shimmering, and the topographic map of the entire Winterfort area was covered. Projected in the air above the desktop, there are many holographic projections showing the situation of various units in the area, as well as pictures from Cecil City.

"In the past few hours, three of our troops have passed by the Typhons. Although there is no conflict at present, considering the poor communication between some frontline soldiers and the rear, some of the Typhon troops have also been dispersed. Many small regiments are lost and out of control, and I recommend that the soldiers entering the eastern side of the banded plain be withdrawn to the middle of the plain," Philip said. Gradually block it, and there is no need for search forces to continue to operate in the Winterhold control area."

"Hey—" Amber on the side couldn't help sighing, "After fighting God of War, I had the illusion that everything was settled in this war... I almost forgot that it was us and Typhon. The 'battlefield' of man..."

"It's not just you who have such an illusion, we all feel this way more or less. After all...that's the God of War, we just fought a head-to-head battle with God," Maryland said with a wry smile and spread out her hands, "and I believe that mentioning Feng's side is even more chaotic than us - I hope they can restore their command system to normal as soon as possible. Now there are too many scattered small units on the battlefield, all of them are magic crystal bombs that will detonate at any time. ."

Maryland is talking about the complex situation that both Typhon and Cecil's front-line troops are now facing: the battle is over, but the embers of this "war" have not yet been safely extinguished. Although the high-level officials of both sides knew the real situation, reached a certain tacit understanding, and issued a temporary ceasefire order, it took a little time for the orders of both sides to take effect due to the chaotic post-war situation. The contacted combat troops are still waiting for orders on this scorched earth. The respective search troops of the two sides are active on this smashed defense line, looking for their respective lost troops or battlefield resources. In a sense, this is better than The war itself is even more nerve-wracking.

"Philip is right," Gawain broke the silence, "What's the reply from Winterhold?"

"We have established a temporary communication line with Typhon," Soldering said, standing up, "through the 'War Citizen' staying on the edge of the war zone as a temporary Leyline hub, and a part of the steel ambassadors that are still functioning. The Typhon-controlled area acts as a 'messenger', and now it is finally possible to communicate with Winterhold. The Typhons are also willing to withdraw some troops to the garrison, and demarcate part of the intersection of the war zone as a 'buffer area', allowing only medical treatment from both sides. Enter with the search and rescue troops. But they want us to withdraw one after another, at least let the mechanical troops of the first and second regiments retreat first."

"Ah?" Amber immediately muttered subconsciously, "Why do we have to go back first..."

"Because our two tank regiments have already driven to the base camp of the Typhons - they drove directly in," Maryland said with a bit of embarrassment. "The last stage was too chaotic... Fortunately, it hasn't started yet."

Amber: "...ah, oh..."

"We can withdraw from the warning circle of the Winterhold fortress group - this is a reasonable request from the other party," Gawain said, breaking the awkward atmosphere on the field, "The ground troops have shrunk, but the long-range artillery positions set up in the middle of the plain need to be For now - Rosetta may be a trustworthy monarch, but this chaotic battlefield is not very safe, and we want to retain the ability to provide cover for search and rescue forces entering the theater."

"Understood, I will make arrangements," Philip nodded, and then asked again, "Then about the team entering the military buffer zone..."

"Medical and search and rescue units..." Gawain thought for a while,

Arrangements were made casually, "Let the two chapters of Steel Holy Power and Scarlet Holy Light go in. They are more experienced in dealing with field search and rescue missions."

This arrangement is very reasonable, but Maryland on the side couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment. He thought of the "Holy Warhammer-II" heavy tank that the priests and nuns loved and the large burner used to clean up the battlefield. He hesitated. He said: "Your Majesty, is it possible that these two chapters may cause misunderstanding? Their style..."

"They are the most suitable - and to be honest, aren't all the priests here in this style?" Of course Gawain knew what Maryland was talking about, but he had already adapted to this aspect, and was even interested in complaining. It's all gone." Communicate with Winterhold and send them the standard insignia of the Light Chapter, which will help their frontline troops to identify. Make it clear - although those people are in tanks and equipped Heavy artillery, using warhammers and heavy burners, but they're really medical..."

Listening to Gawain's instructions, Maryland nodded seriously: "Yes, I understand."

The details of the aftermath have been properly discussed, and the relevant orders have been issued one by one. Although the entire border theater is still in chaos, the most basic order has been gradually restored. Whether it is Cecil or Typhon, those in power are well aware of this time. what to do. Combat troops began to cautiously withdraw from sensitive areas, and communications between grassroots troops were rebuilt. Some units lost in the battle were successfully recovered, and some began to return to the nearest superior camp on their own, although many soldiers at the lowest level were still unaware. What will happen tomorrow, but at least everyone knows that they survived today—a life that is precious.

After the temporary meeting, Gawain left the busy command hall, and after informing the others of his whereabouts, he took Amber to an open space in the castle atrium—the entire Winter Wolf Castle was covered with debris from top to bottom. In a tense and busy situation, this is a rare clean place in the castle.

Several fully-armed magic infantry guards here, a young lady with black hair and black dress is standing quietly in the open space, she seems to have been waiting here for a long time, but until Gawain appeared, there was no expression on her face. A look of impatience.

Gawain came to the black-haired lady: "Ms. Diana, I'm sorry for making you wait for a while longer. The meeting took longer than I expected."

"You don't need to apologize," the black-haired Typhon maid bowed her head slightly, "I can imagine how chaotic you have to deal with after the battle. In order to make those who survived so hard, I don't mind waiting a little longer. ."

Gawain looked at the other person from top to bottom. He always felt that this "Maid of Typhon" who called herself Diana had a familiar and special temperament, but he couldn't tell what it was for a while, so he could only say casually: "... Obviously, you can't be an ordinary maid, and ordinary maids don't have your opinion."

"I take this as your compliment," Diana said meticulously, then raised her head and glanced in the direction of Winterhold, "So, my mission is complete, can I leave here?"

"Of course," Gawain nodded, "you are not our captive, the door here is always open - say hello to your master for me, and tell him by the way that I look forward to speaking with him in a more formal setting. "

"I will," Diana took a small step back, then bowed slightly, and lifted the skirts on both sides with perfect etiquette, "Then, let me retire..."

As she spoke, her figure gradually faded in the air, and Gawain was also ready to watch the other party leave, but at this moment, a gentle female voice suddenly came from the direction of the corridor not far away, hitting him. Cut off Diana's departure: "Wait a minute - turn around."

Gawain looked at the prestige in surprise, and saw Veronica holding a platinum scepter standing under the corridor on the edge of the courtyard, while Diana, who was about to leave next to him, instantly dispelled the effect of the shadow spell, which seemed to The face, which never changed much in expression, showed obvious consternation, and stared at the "Virgin Princess" under the corridor in a stunned manner.

Veronica walked over quickly, with a rare serious expression on her face, Gawain was surprised by this: "What's the problem?"

"Who is this?" Veronica frowned slightly as she looked at the black-haired maid who seemed to be frozen in place. Although her tone was still gentle, her attitude was obviously very serious.

Amber on the side immediately said: "Her name is Diana, she's from Winterhold - you should have received the news, she is a 'messenger' sent by Rosetta Augustus."

"Diana... a messenger from Typhon?" Veronica mumbled with a strange expression, and couldn't help but looked Diana up and down, and then suddenly said quickly, "Self-check, execute the sequence 335, output the conclusion to the language module."

As her voice fell, the "maid" from Typhon suddenly froze visibly, and then there was a faint buzzing sound and a sound like some kind of metal device rubbing, a few seconds later. After that, a gleam of light appeared in the depths of her eyes, and she quickly replied: "Self-check, execute sequence 335... Error, the mental core is dislocated, the original logic library has been reset..."

Accompanied by another abnormal noise from her body, the black-haired maid seemed to suddenly wake up from some kind of absent-mindedness. She shook her body and stared into Veronica's eyes: "Who are you?"

"The core of the mind is out of the Iron Man network... The original logic library has also been overwritten... Can't even recognize my magic pattern?" Veronica was surprised, "Do you remember who you are? ?"

Diana did not answer her question, but repeated: "Who are you?"

"...I'm the captain of the Iron Man Corps, Ophelia Norton," Veronica said slowly, staring at the other side, "I'll recognize it again, can you recognize it?"

Then she quickly reported a series of numbers, as if it were some kind of password.

Diana seemed to be greatly touched, and even her body swayed obviously, and I don't know if it was an illusion, Gawain even felt that the air around the other party was slightly warm, it seemed that this lady was generating amazing heat in her body—— Then she stabilized a little and looked into Veronica's eyes: "The password...passed...but I don't understand...unrecognized, my recognition function...failed hundreds of years ago, and there is no maintenance available in this era. The facilities...”

"Failure... It's reasonable, but how did you come to the human world?" Veronica frowned, staring into Diana's eyes, "How many years have you been in the human world?"

Gawain listened bewildered, and at this time he finally vaguely guessed something—that was the knowledge found in the memory of the original owner of this body, but the corresponding conclusion was a little too surprising: "Wait a minute. Come on, Veronica, I'm listening to your conversation... You mean this Lady Diana is a member of the Iron Man? She's a..."

"Iron Soldier, it seems to be a relatively late model, but the core of the mind seems to have undergone some changes and has been out of the control of the original logic library," Veronica explained before Gawain finished, "I have never seen I've been in this situation...but I'm not an expert in Iron Man technology myself."

Amber was more confused than Gawain from the beginning, and it was not until this time that she realized what was going on. She suddenly widened her eyes and looked at the tall black-haired lady in disbelief: "Iron Man!? It's... Gawain, the kind of 'iron man' from the Gondor era that you mentioned to us?"

The development of things not only exceeded the expectations of Gawain and others, but even Diana herself, who was the center, seemed a little surprised. However, the "Iron Soldier" recovered his calm in a very short time - or restarted his own. Mind, she regained that graceful and calm posture, and nodded to Amber: "Sorry, the change in the situation caught me by surprise. That's right, I'm the 'Iron Man' from the Gondor era as you say - mine That's what the creator told me."

"It looks no different from a normal human..." Amber couldn't help but sighed, "When I first heard the name 'Iron Man', I thought it would be some kind of mechanical doll covered in steel, like The kind of steel golems or trolls made by mages... I didn't expect it to be quite beautiful."

Diana nodded calmly. "Thank you for the compliment—although appearance compliments don't matter to me."

"Hey, you're welcome, everyone is from the Gondor era," Amber rolled her eyes, she didn't know what to think, and smiled and stretched out her hand to the other side, "Hello, I'm an android from the Gondor Empire—we barely count. 'Fellow'?"

Diana didn't respond to Amber's outstretched hand, she just looked at the little half-elf and tilted her head with undisguised confusion on her face.

Then she looked back and looked at Veronica: "Your password is correct, I can temporarily log you in as Ophelia Norton, but I have left the Iron Man Corps and will no longer accept your orders."

This answer was obviously completely beyond Veronica's expectations, and the latter narrowed his eyes slightly: "Get out of the Iron Man Corps? How did you do it?"