Chapter 980 Night of Winter Wolf Castle

Spider silk?

Malm Dunit had a very brief look of astonishment on his face, and in the next second, his astonishment turned into panic.

The spider silk melted into his spirit body in an instant, and then seemed to grow and spread from his body, endless spider silk emerged from his skin and began to wrap around his whole body, which had turned into a spirit body. In the past, the Pope let out a roar of anger and anger, and then wanted to summon the power of the gods to help him get out of trouble, but he tried his best to make no response - some kind of power blocked the connection between him and the gods !

This was the fact that frightened Malm Dunit the most, even far beyond those weird runes Philip showed and the weird spider silk emerging at the moment - how could there be anything that could prevent him from connecting with the gods? How could there be something that could intercept the power of the supreme god of war? ! At this moment, there is an unprecedented solid connection between him and the gods. How can this connection be broken so easily? !

In anger and astonishment, he roared in a hoarse and chaotic voice: "What have you done?! My connection with the Lord is the closest, how could it be possible..."

His roaring stopped abruptly halfway through. The spider silks that had invaded his spiritual body had completely taken over his mobility, and the figure of a white-haired girl appeared in his gradually frozen vision.

The white-haired girl came to Malm Dunit with a serious look on her face: "Because you are closer to me now."

Unfortunately, Malm Dunet has not heard the answer.

It was only at this time that Philip really breathed a sigh of relief. He took a long breath while soothing his pounding heart, and then looked at the surrounding soldiers and civilians who were nervously concerned about the situation and ready to help at any time. Everyone - everyone took out the "mental protection device" they carried, and the nearest senior staff officer had put his hand on the button that sounded the alarm. Seeing everyone's reaction like this, the young imperial general was relieved. Nodding slightly: "The crisis is over, everyone, go back to your posts."

Then he looked at Naritel who was standing beside him, and Malm Dunit, who was sealed in layers of spider silk and had a weird "cocoon" shape, and couldn't help but say: "This is the god who is on the verge of going crazy. The 'messenger' sent out to spread pollution? I didn't expect to catch it so easily..."

Naritel on the side immediately shook his head: "Because it's just an avatar, it's very simple."

"Just an avatar?" Philip suddenly widened his eyes.

"Well," Naritel nodded, "the soul is very empty, the personality and thinking are fake, most of the actions should be remotely controlled by a hidden body... or it takes a lot of such incarnations to condense will form a body.

In short, the connection between this avatar and the 'ontology' has now been cut off, and I can't trace it - it's not in my web, and the spider silk can't spread too far away from the neural network. "

Philip couldn't hide the loss in his expression, and couldn't help but ask: "...Is this empty shell incarnation useful to us?"

"It's still useful," Naritel thought for a while, and replied seriously, "I'll ask Duvalt and Megall to help take it apart after I go back. Maybe there are some memories left in it."

"Then it's hard work for you."

Philip nodded and said, and then his eyes couldn't help but return to Malm Dunit. When his eyes swept over the obvious and familiar sacred symbols on the other's clothes, his face couldn't help but become a little complicated. The young imperial general opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but in the end all the words turned into a silent sigh.

He also believed in the God of War, and even at this moment, he couldn't tell whether he really gave up this belief.

As early as when he first learned about Typhon's hidden dangers of divine disaster, Philip went through a period of difficult thinking. He even stepped into the church of the Holy Light Church to discuss matters of faith with the priests who had found new doctrines. , which had some effects, and after that he carefully studied many of His Majesty Gawain Cecil's discourses on social order and religious beliefs, which also had some effects.

At least, his resolve was firmed up again after that, and he would not be confused about his words and deeds.

However, at this moment, when he saw the god of war symbol of faith again, and saw a high-level cleric from Typhon who had become the spokesperson of the mad god, he couldn't help sighing, and couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and peace in his heart. emptiness.

He suddenly thought of what Gawain Cecil the Great had said to him in a small chat... Probably, this is the "labor pain" that many people in this world are destined to face.

Naritel circled twice around Malm Dunit's incarnation, "pulling" more spider silks from the air, as if carefully packing the body of the unresponsive spirit body around it more firmly. , and then she grabbed the wire mesh on the other side's waist and carried it - a sturdy adult who was much larger than her body at the moment seemed to be light in her hands. After doing all this, she looked up at Philip and said casually: "You have to be careful, after all, you have been baptized, and you have a very devout belief-according to the research of human disobedients, here In this case, the 'connection' is already established, and even if you are less religious in your mind, the connection doesn't seem to go away easily."

Before she finished speaking, she had already taken a step forward. The "God of the Past" seemed to have crossed an invisible barrier, and her figure and the "goods" she was carrying disappeared in front of everyone.

Philip didn't have time to thank Naritel, which made the young general who always valued etiquette a little annoyed, but he didn't have much time to immerse himself in personal feelings.

"General," an adjutant saw this and walked over. The adjutant still had a trace of nervousness and fear on his face. It seems that the sudden change just now left a deep impression on him. " Was that the 'Messenger' who spread pollution just now? It seems that the divine disaster on Typhon's side has been completely out of control..."

Divine disaster, this thing is either an unheard of concept for most countries in the world, or it is classified information limited to high-level circulation, or even a taboo item that is banned from circulation. However, Sisi, who has faced two divine disasters But the people of Seoul are no strangers to it - the concept of catastrophe is written in the textbooks of the Cecil, in the newspapers, in the radio, and in the combat manuals of all front-line troops.

Everyone here knows what they may be up against, and they don't shy away from talking about it.

"We could have suspected it before..." Philip said with a solemn expression, "but now it is basically certain that the out-of-control Ares pollution has penetrated Typhon's military system, and the divine disaster has broken out in Typhon. From now on, We're fighting the out-of-control God of War."

Philip seemed to have used the greatest strength to finish the sentence, and then he slowly raised his head, but he did not look at his adjutant, but over the adjutant's shoulder, over the busy hall, over the thick and sturdy building of the Covenant Castle. City Wall - that's the direction of Winter Wolf Keep.

...

The sun had set two hours ago, and the rich night was shrouding the entire wasteland.

However, the night that should have been silent was torn apart by the continuous artillery fire. The flash of the magic crystal shells and the scorching rays swept through the cold night again and again. It seemed to be besieged by countless ferocious beasts in the night, shaking violently in the continuous bombardment of artillery fire.

But this "shaking" is just an illusion. Andersa is familiar with Winter Wolf Castle. She knows that the fortress is still strong, and all the shield nodes have a high safety margin. Destroyed, and the mages guarding the fortress and the soldiers who control the ballista on the city wall also have time to rest on duty, and the defenders are still full of stamina.

This is the most gratifying stalemate at present, and most of the credit for this situation should be attributed to the Black Flag Magicians who came to help in time.

Above the city wall in the southwest, a large hazy magic halo rose into the air along with layers of rune light and shadow that emerged out of thin air. Under the powerful resonance enhancement effect, the legion-level spell took shape again. The next second, the distance from the city wall In the sky several kilometers away, a lightning storm came in an instant, and thick thunders criss-crossed the battlefield. In the bright flashes brought by the explosion of the thunder, Andersa's superhuman vision was working at full force, and she vaguely saw the plug. The Syr's shelling positions were on the edge of the lightning storm's reach.

They appear to have retreated a little again - and this will further weaken their own long-range artillery fire.

Not all "Sky Fire" can hit targets across a distance of several kilometers or even a dozen kilometers. Cecil's magic devices also have various range limits. After the distance is widened, a considerable number of small and medium "Sky Fire" It can no longer threaten the walls of Winter Wolf Castle.

But that's not something to be happy about.

The Legion-level spells that the Black Flag Magicians are proud of, can produce devastating firepower on the battlefield, but here they can only be used for passive defense. In "Deterrence Bombing", the mages were bombarding open spaces with precious magic power, and only occasionally could they destroy a few rushing enemy squads, which was not a victory at all.

Since the night fell, Lord Palin Winterhold's complexion has not improved.

However, Andersa knew that there was no way to do this. In the end, there was only one sentence in such a dilemma. The Cecilians were willing to scatter their troops and rampage on the plain. Even if a few echelons were eliminated, there would still be more echelons. With support from the back, Winter Wolf Castle was never willing to let the Black Flag Magicians step out of the city wall.

But it shouldn't be like this...

Andersa stood on the terrace high in the castle, staring at this chaotic and turbulent cold night with frowning, and everything in front of her even made her suddenly feel a little absurd.

She knew that there was something wrong with the Church of God of War, which caused Typhon to start the "war" by mistake, but the Cecilians as opponents...why did the reaction be so strange?

They also seemed determined to fight, but this did not match the judgment of her grandfather and many domestic military advisers on the situation.

"General," the adjutant's voice suddenly came from behind, recalling Andersa's thoughts, "The Earl of Winterhold invites you to discuss tonight's city defense plan—he is in the East Hall."

Andersa finally glanced back at the direction of the city wall, turned around and nodded to the adjutant: "I see."

She took steps to leave the terrace, but stopped abruptly before passing the adjutant.

"General?"

"Is there a reply from the Imperial City? Matilda, Your Majesty, or my grandfather," she asked. "Any reply?"

"No," the adjutant shook his head. "The communication directed to Aldenan has sent your letter three times, but no reply. The network of communication towers from the border to the Imperial City has just been remodeled recently, and it is difficult to say whether any of them will be Some nodes have the problem of forwarding delay, if you are worried that there is a problem during the forwarding, we can send it again."

Slow forwarding... at times like this?

Andersa looked at her adjutant: "Claudian, if we are all in great chaos here, then as the headquarters of the Church of God of War, on the Aldenan side..."

"This is a terrifying possibility, but at this stage we can only trust the judgment of His Majesty and the Council and their abilities," the adjutant said. "Everyone has their own things to do."

"...You're right," Andersa said helplessly after hesitating for a few seconds.

In any case, obeying orders was her education from a young age, and as a border commander, she also knew that her powers and responsibilities were limited.

"General, do you need to contact Aldnan again?" the adjutant asked aside.

"No, I'm going to the East Hall to find Earl of Winterhold first," Andersa shook her head, stepped forward, and casually instructed the adjutant, "Go to the first floor hall, and come find me in time if there is any situation. I."

"Yes, General."

Andersa left the terrace. She walked down the spiral staircase, passed through the connecting corridor between the tower and the city wall, and walked quickly towards the east hall.

The cold night wind, mixed with the sound of gunfire from afar, blew through her finely shattered temples.

When passing a fork in the road, she suddenly stopped.

Andersa raised her head and looked at a tower not far away—it was a building that looked like a mage tower, but at the top was a weird ring that shone slightly in the night. Under the maintenance of the force field, it slowly rotated, and some kind of low and faint humming echoed in the night.

That is the communication tower of Winter Wolf Keep.

Andersa doesn't usually step into this facility, because she doesn't have the talent of a spellcaster, she doesn't know how the communication tower works, and she can't use the magic device inside, so this aspect has always been the matter of her mages. work for you.

Now that the war broke out suddenly, and the affairs of Winter Wolf Castle were chaotic and chaotic, she hardly had any time to breathe, and she had no chance to pay attention to the operation of the communication tower-this itself was not something she should pay attention to as the supreme commander.

But at this moment, she stopped in front of the communication tower.

The situation... there seemed to be something wrong, and she felt that she might have missed a detail, or had been blinded by something.

Andersa suddenly looked stunned, put her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and strode towards the direction of the communication tower.

Two battle golems stood silently in front of the tower, seemingly functioning normally.

Andersa crossed the two golems and reached out and pushed open the door of the communication tower.

A trace of blood wafted into her nostrils.

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