Chapter 974 Falling

In the early hours of the morning, there is still a long time before the sun rises. Even the hazy sky has not yet appeared over the hills in the east. The starry sky, which is slightly dimmer than usual, covers the land in the border area. The night is low and dark blue. The sky spreads from the towering walls of Winter Wolf Keep to the longwind fortress of the Cecilians.

The knights in black armor and black armor gathered neatly under the darkness, their swords were sheathed, their flags were drawn, and the warhorses, which had been trained and controlled by both potions and soothing spells, stood silently as if they were one with the knights, without emitting a single sound. Sound - The cold wind blew across the earth, and there seemed to be hundreds of sculptures made of steel pouring together on the plain, silent and solemn.

A tall figure riding a warhorse circled half a circle from the rear of the team and returned to the front of the knights. His black steel armor appeared darker and thicker under the starlight, and from the visor covering his entire face, there was a There was a low and majestic voice——

Unfortunately, it's not a human language.

It was some sort of cryptic, eerie voice that seemed to be muttering at the same time as a multitude of people stacked together.

The commander of the black armor raised his arms in front of the knights. His vague and terrible voice seemed to inspire the whole team. In this way, he expressed his will to the commander, and the commander was obviously quite satisfied with it.

He nodded, turned his horse's head, and swung his long sword toward the dark and deep plain in the distance. The knights started to march in a row. The distance accelerated, and during the march, the flag-bearers in the front, middle, and side and rear of the team also suddenly raised the flags in their hands——

The banner of the Knights of the Iron River fluttered high on the plain under this night.

...

Andersa had a dream.

In her dream, she seemed to have fallen into a bottomless vortex, surrounded by countless shadowy, smoke-like black cyclones, which were boundless, blocking Andersa's sight and perception, while she was This huge cyclone kept falling. She wanted to wake up very much, and under normal circumstances, this feeling of falling should also wake her up immediately, but some powerful force was pulling her in the depths of the vortex, keeping her and the real world separated from the real world by an invisible layer. Barrier - She could almost feel the touch of the quilt and heard the wind outside the window, but her spirit was like being trapped in a dream, unable to return to the real world.

Andersa tried her best to open her eyes in the swirling cyclone, she wanted to see what was in the shadowy fog, and then suddenly, things condensed in those fog-she saw faces , many faces, familiar and unfamiliar,

She saw her grandfather, the soldier she knew best, and the acquaintance far away in the imperial capital...

Finally, she suddenly saw her father, and Bud Wendell's face emerged from the depths of the vortex, and then he stretched out his hand and pushed her hard.

Andersa woke up suddenly, panting violently in the dark, she felt her heart pounding, some kind of "sequelae" like drowning made her extremely uncomfortable, and cold sweat had already soaked her whole body.

"General, General! Please wake up, General!"

The hurried knock on the door and the shouting of his subordinates finally reached her ears - did this sound just appear? Or have you been calling yourself for a while?

Andersa got up quickly, grabbed a piece of uniform, and said at the same time, "Come in!"

The door of the room was pushed open, and a trusted subordinate appeared at the door of the room. The young adjutant stepped forward, gave a military salute, and quickly said with an anxious expression: "General, if there is a situation, There was a riot in the residential area of ​​the God of War priest, a group of battle priests and the soldiers on duty broke out, and there have been... many casualties."

"What did you say? Riot?" Andersa was taken aback, and then immediately went to get her saber and the coat she wore when she went out-although she heard an unbelievable news, she knew very well what her cronies were. Ability and judgment, this kind of news cannot be fabricated out of thin air, "How is the situation now? Who is on the scene? Is the situation under control?"

As she spoke, she temporarily handed the saber to the adjutant, and at the same time she put on her clothes and walked out quickly.

"Knight Captain Brewer has taken control of the situation - because it was a sudden loss of control, the soldiers did not respond at first, resulting in seven deaths and 30 to 40 injuries, at least 15 of whom were seriously injured. Afterwards, knights patrolling nearby He and the Battle Mage arrived quickly, and blocked and separated the priests who seemed to be a little delirious," the young adjutant said quickly as he followed, "Other areas have stepped up patrols and surveillance, and there is no temporary signs of confusion."

looking delirious...

Andersa's heart sank, and her footsteps suddenly accelerated again.

Just approaching the camp area used to house some priests in the Winter Wolf Castle, a pungent bloody smell rushed towards him.

The knights have controlled the entire scene, and a large number of heavily armed soldiers are guarding all the entrances and exits of the area. The battle mage is constantly scanning all the magic fluctuations in the camp with detection spells, ready to deal with the loss of control and resistance of the supernatural beings. A nervous-looking patrol knight noticed Andersa's arrival, and immediately stopped to salute.

Andersa waved her hand, went directly over the human wall, and entered the camp.

The wounded had been transferred, the corpse was still on the ground, and the hot blood that had been sprayed had cooled down on this cold winter night. The waste energy left after the intensive release of spells and divine arts was still accumulating nearby, in Andersa's magical vision. Showing a foggy state. She frowned and looked at the corpses of the soldiers in the imperial armor - they were all killed by the scorching magical swords or divine arts, and there was not much blood flowing out. The blood here is more from those A priest killed by a sword.

The bodies of the priests were lying around, along with the soldiers they killed.

Andersa suppressed the intense emotions in her heart. She came to the body of one of the priests of the God of War, squatted down without paying attention to the surrounding blood, and reached out to flip the corpse.

The priest's body was turned over, his empty eyes staring at Andersa, or at the dark sky, and there seemed to be some confusion and frenzy in those eyes, which looked extremely uncomfortable.

But Andersa's attention quickly left those eyes - she looked at the priest's wound.

A fatal wound, slashed through the entire chest from near the neck, the enchanted blade cut through the weak defense of the cloth and cotton robe, and there was torn flesh below—the blood no longer flowed, and the wounds could be seen on both sides. Lots of...weird things.

It was granulation that grew out of flesh and blood. It looked weird and disturbing. Andersa was sure that such things should never grow in human wounds. The wound healed, but the complete severing of the vitality of the body made this attempt a failure, and now all the granulation has shrunk down and is attached to the flesh and blood, which is particularly disgusting.

A knight with blood stained armor approached Andersa.

"Bruel," Andersa didn't look up, she had already sensed the familiarity in her breath, "Did you notice these wounds?"

"Yes, General," the knight officer replied in a deep voice, "I have checked it once before, and it is not the effect of healing spells or alchemy potions, nor is it normal God of War magic. But one thing is certain, these… …The abnormal things have given the priests here a stronger vitality, and many of our soldiers suffered a great loss because of this - no one would have thought that the enemy who had been cut down would fight back like no one, and many soldiers were caught off guard. He was seriously injured and even lost his life.”

Andersa nodded slightly. The statement of the knight officer confirmed her guess and explained why the chaos caused so many casualties.

The God of War priests placed here are all disarmed. Without the augmentation of magical weapons and weapons in hand, the priests with bare hands—even the God of War priests—should not cause harm to the regular army who are fully armed and act collectively. So much damage, even a sneak attack is the same.

After all, the soldiers of the empire have a wealth of extraordinary combat experience. Even if you don’t mention the high proportion of mass-produced knights and mass-produced mages in the army, even ordinary soldiers have enchanted equipment and have undergone targeted training. of.

But... if they were facing a fallen priest who had transformed from a human to a monster, it would be hard to tell.

Andersa's face was gloomy - although she didn't want to do it, at this moment she had to classify the out-of-control Ares priests as "Fallen Priests".

"Where are the other God of War priests?" She stood up and asked in a deep voice.

"It's all under control, placed in two adjacent camps, and sent three times the number of guards," Knight Commander Brewer replied immediately, "Most people are very nervous, and a few people are emotional, but at least they are not... Mutations."

There was an irritability in Andersa's heart: "...We can only keep them like this."

"Yeah, we can only lock them up like this," the knight commander's face was also not very good, "this confusion is obviously caused by some kind of 'madness', we can't do anything with ordinary priests who are sober - but I'm worried Soldiers don't necessarily think that way."

Andersa frowned, she was about to order something, but soon noticed other details from the priest's corpse.

She bent down and touched a thin chain around the priest's neck with her fingers. With a tug at it, she pulled out a blood-stained, triangular iron amulet along the chain.

"War Sigil..." The knight commander on the side exclaimed in a low voice, "I didn't notice this just now!"

Andersa didn't speak, but tore off the priest's sleeve with a serious look. Under the bright magic spar light nearby, she saw the inside of the other's arm painted with red paint for the first time. Triangular emblem.

"Wear an iron war talisman, and draw the God of War emblem on the inside of the arm..." The knight commander said in a low voice, "representing the hand holding a sword in the name of God—a sign of entering a state of war!"

"These priests are not crazy, at least they are not completely crazy. They did these things according to the teachings. This is not a riot..." Andersa said in a deep voice, "This is a sacrifice to the god of war to show his allegiance. The faction has entered a state of war."

"A state of war!?" Her adjutant walked by, with a look of astonishment on his face, "There's a war over there!? Are these people going to start a rebellion against the empire?"

"You can't wear a talisman in a war of oath, this is not a rebellion..."

Andersa's words were only half said.

She quickly recalled all kinds of news from the country recently, and quickly sorted out the abnormal situation of the Church of God of War and the balance of the situation in the border area in the recent period-she actually knew very little information, but some kind of wolfishness Intuition had begun to sound the alarm in her mind.

She suddenly came up with a bad, bad guess.

There is a problem with the Church of God of War, and the gods of these priests are in a situation. The believers who have fallen into a state of anxiety and fanaticism for this reason most want to do at this time... It should be to please their gods.

But how can these disarmed priests, who are under house arrest in the camp under the name of Protective Observation, please their gods?

It's hard for them to do it...but the followers of God of War are not only them!

Andersa raised her head suddenly, but almost at the same time, out of the corner of her eyes, she could see a mage in the distance flying rapidly towards this side in the night sky.

This seemed to be designed specifically to confirm her bad guess.

There was a feeling in Andersa's heart, a feeling that she had grasped the key, but it was difficult to reverse the change of the situation. She still remembered the last time she had this feeling - it was in Paramel Heights. a rainy night.

The messenger mage landed in front of her.

"General!" The mage gasped heavily, with a look of horror in his expression, "The Knights of the Iron River dispatched without order, their camp is already empty - the last witnesses saw them gathering on the plain far from the fortress, heading towards the long The direction of the wind defense line has gone!"

come down.

Andersa felt like she was falling into a vortex.

...

The Changfeng Fortress Group is a composite defense line with Changfeng Fortress as the center and a series of bunkers, outposts, railway nodes and military stations as the skeleton.

Since the date of construction, it has not yet experienced the test of war.

On the eve of dawn, the stars in the sky appear even more dim and blurred, and a hazy glow is emerging over the distant eastern hills, heralding the end of the cold night.

The knights that went out at night have arrived at the end of the "Kamanda Junction", which is the edge of the Cecil's defense line.

Under the dark visor, a pair of dark red eyes were looking at the dark horizon in the distance and the direction of the Changfeng line of defense.

Behind the commander, the huge knights had formed a legion formation, and the surging magic power filled the entire resonance field.

After a few minutes, the magic resonance reached its peak.

The commander raised the long sword in his hand high, and at the moment when the long sword was swung down, the entire knights began to accelerate slowly in waves, like a heavy and slow wave at first, but then swiftly rushing towards the distant horizon.

The gods need everything back on track.

The war of blood and fire is on the right track.

The Lord's servants don't care who will be victorious, whether they will be wiped out, or even what the point of the war is.

At this moment, the war itself is the meaning.

Confined plasma with a terrifying energy reaction and a high degree of compression—the "thermal energy cone" began to take shape over the Knights.

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