No one knows the outcome of this battle.
It was not until twenty hours later that the invisible wall covering the northern sea completely collapsed.
The musicians from all over the world who came after him witnessed the apocalyptic scene.
The sky is shattered, and even during the day, the original darkness of the universe is still revealed after the cracked atmosphere, the stars are dim, and the vicious rays pass through the dry air and shine on the cracked seabed.
The seabed is desolate and has turned into gray-black sand. The sand is entangled with unquenchable red flames, burning day and night with no end in sight.
Countless seawater roared and rushed, trying to heal that tragic scar, but it was blocked by the invisible power remaining there.
The gap between the material world and the etheric world cannot be repaired naturally. A large amount of unknown aura leaked from the etheric world lingers in that sea area, forming a strange and gorgeous rainbow light.
Most of the musicians who got into it never came out.
After that, the Blue King was still in the dark world, and the Son of God never left the Caucasus, as if nothing had happened.
Two hours later, the Beacon's analysis report was sent to the Golden Palace and placed on the old musician's desk.
The old musician stared in silence at the analysis results of hundreds of musicians combined with the lighthouse observations, expressionless.
Unlike many people's expectation that the Blue King was slightly injured and Ciel was seriously injured, Beacon's analysis pointed out that the Blue King was not injured, but he did not kill Ciel either.
For the veteran musician, what is more important is the ether linear diagram given by the lighthouse during the entire battle.
From the beginning, it rose to the realm of natural disasters, with violent ups and downs, and the terrifying power that could tear dozens of cities apart continued to soar upward until finally, hundreds of elements collided with each other, destroyed, and dissipated.
The collision between the Sacred Cauldron and Eden caused a devastating disaster. Fortunately, both sides stopped before the consequences became uncontrollable, otherwise the Battle of the Holy City would happen again.
After the collapse of the Abyss, the meaning of the Silent Moon has disappeared. Now the Silent Moon is probably completely hidden in the Great Source. No matter how out of control the war between the Sacred Cauldron and Eden is, it will no longer come out to stop it. .
The Blue King and Char are themselves representatives of the Sacred Cauldron and Eden. Behind the battle between the two is the collision of the two systems. If the two sides enter a full-scale war, the aftermath of the battle may spread to the world.
Now, the Yellow King has disappeared without a trace. I am afraid that the last battle of Guixu was his last attack. It is unrealistic to expect him to show up again to clean up the mess.
Therefore, without the safety valve, the survival of the human world lies in the hands of both parties.
All I can say is that fortunately, both parties finally stopped.
Otherwise, the outcome may be meaningless before the outcome is determined.
After a long time, the old musician lowered his head feebly and sighed hoarsely.
Has the Son of God in Caucasus risen to this level...
No, it would be better to say that according to the monstrous improvement speed observed in the observation, it should be even more exaggerated than it is now. Instead, there should be something holding him back, preventing him from fully displaying his strength...
For a long time, Asgard's greatest confidence, apart from its exaggerated national power, has been the support of the three kings. But now, without knowing it, Asgard has been able to confront the strongest Blue King head-on.
And... it can even reach the point where the winner is not even allowed to be determined.
In the silence, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Until there was a knock on the door, a soldier from the Zhuniao clan stood at the door with a gloomy face and a military report from the front line in his hand.
"Your Excellency, news from the front line..."
"Well, I understand."
The old musician didn't listen to what he said, he just pointed to the table: "Put it over there."
The soldiers left and silence returned again.
The old musician glanced at the report and didn't even have the strength to open it.
Is it still necessary to watch...
Miserable failure!
An unmitigated defeat!
Not only was the whole sea defeated, the main force of the Asgardian navy, which was known as the invincible, was completely disabled, and even the sea fortress was captured by the enemy.
Klein, who commanded the front line, is said to have committed suicide after surrendering...
If there were not still a small number of fleets that had not left the port to fight with the main force, otherwise the Armada would have been cancelled.
Not only that, at the same time, the Frost Giant Legion in Brown Fortress was also defeated in the revenge action of the Knights of the Round Table. Under the unreasonable weapon of Longwei Armor, more than half of them were damaged in the battle, and now they can barely maintain a defensive position, waiting for domestic reinforcements.
Asgard spent an unknown amount of materials and manpower in this war. As expected, one could even imagine the majestic military power of breaking through Angel within ten days, but now it is carrying such a huge somersault in the sewer.
Although Asgard's production capacity can make up for the lost warships of the navy in less than a year, it is probably difficult to have another huge war weapon of the level of a sea fortress.
Within three years, Asgard will lose its advantage over the sea.
It can't be said to be tragic.
But the last thing we can't do now is to recover from the fall. We must regain our morale and win a huge victory!
At any cost!
It's not like the whole country fell when Angelus failed in one battle, Asgard can afford to lose.
Such an external war is enough for Asgard to mobilize four more times!
Since the sea battle cannot succeed, then the army must be decisively defeated!
Now the old musician is already thinking about how to select one of the other nine armored knight legions guarding the border to reinforce the frost giant legion, or in other words, how to mobilize the domestic garrison legion of the Western Military Region
Supplies, food, training, morale, combat capabilities...
In deep thought, the old musician sadly touched the few hairs on his head, trying to find the best method among the myriad of clues.
This time, no matter what, Angelou must be completely crushed with the power of thunder! Even if people are used to pile it up, Fortress Blanc must be piled up!
After making up his mind, the old musician suddenly felt relaxed.
Making a decision requires courage and decisiveness, but subsequent execution only requires experience and skill. He never lacks ideas and abilities for this. When it comes to government affairs involving large-scale mobilizations such as war, the old musician can handle most of the military and political affairs department alone. Without such ability, the emperor would not rely on him as his deputy.
Before the sun set, he finally figured out a rough plan. He leaned on his chair and thought carefully about any omissions.
But at that moment, a piercing siren suddenly sounded from the foot of the mountain below the Golden Palace.
The siren was mingled with the sound of a lighthouse bell.
Three long and three short.
The old musician was stunned and suddenly jumped up from his chair.
This is... Homeland Security Alert!
A warning bell that will only be sounded when Asgard's territory is threatened.
In my heart, the vague uneasiness was infinitely amplified. The sense of crisis caused by some omission made him almost lose his temper and pushed open the door and rushed into the building of the Military and Political Department.
Amidst the chaotic footsteps, an operator in gray uniform rushed forward and saluted the old musician: "Your Excellency, the Military and Administrative Office asks you to preside over an emergency meeting!"
"Where is your Majesty?" the old musician asked subconsciously.
This kind of meeting involving homeland security is definitely not something he can lead. It must be chaired by the emperor himself. But now, where is the emperor
"His Majesty is meeting with the envoy from Burgundy, and he has asked you to preside over it." The operator responded: "His Majesty will arrive soon."
The old musician did not dare to hesitate or delay any longer, and rushed towards the central conference room:
"What's going on?"
"Three minutes ago, the Caucasus officially declared war on our country. At the same time, the Caucasus' Redemption Legion landed on our country's soil from Port Norman and has now engaged the Zhan Navy Legion."
"Caucasus?"
The old musician was stunned, his scalp numb: "How is that possible!"
How can it be! How can it be! How can it be!
At this moment, the same question was echoing in his mind: How could it be the Caucasus!
If you want to ask why, the Caucasus today does not have any war mobilization capabilities at all! Not to mention equipment and weapons, just food and grass, where did the Caucasus come from
After experiencing natural disasters, the devastated Caucasus was reborn in a revolution called capital liberation. At this moment, it can be said that the long-standing shortcomings have been eliminated and it has the potential to become a great country.
But the price of this turmoil was horrific famine and infectious diseases, as well as a tragic lack of supplies.
No matter how the weak Caucasus mobilizes its citizens for reserves, it will be difficult to reorganize the chaotic citizens in just a few months. Not to mention the more than half of the country’s landless refugees and the recurring plagues…
The Caucasus, which lost all its grain reserves due to natural disasters and years of famine, missed this year's spring plowing again.
Although the land is vast, there is very little land that can be cultivated in the Caucasus. Most of it is snow-covered wasteland. It can only be cultivated once a year. The barren land cannot even support itself...
It's like a knight who can't even fill his stomach. No matter how powerful he is, he has to wait until he's full before he has the strength to fight.
But now Caucasus has declared war on Asgard...
Are they crazy
In the messy and noisy conference room, the old musician sat on the chair with a gloomy expression, listening to the officials representing various clans arguing.
Until finally, he angrily grabbed the crystal ashtray beside him and smashed it against the wall.
There was a loud bang.
Everyone was stunned.
The old musician stared at them coldly for a long time, then sat back in his seat.
"Tell me, how did they solve the food and grass problem?"
He asked coldly: "Which country violated the convention and sold grain and grass to them - why did our secret lines in the Caucasus and other countries have no response at all before this?"
Everyone fell into an eerie silence.
After a long time, someone with a complicated expression sent an image secretly taken by a spy.
"I'm afraid, it's because of... a miracle, right?"
The old musician silently picked up the photo, looked at the image on it, and fell into a long silence.
In the photo, there are thousands of hectares of fertile fields rising above the wasteland... Countless heavy ears of wheat grow out of the barren land and are bent by their own weight.
The dense number seemed to turn the entire field into a golden blanket.
In the center of the wheat field, there is a figure holding wheat seeds from behind and scattering them on the barren land beneath his feet. Wherever he walks, green sprouts sprout out of the ground...
“It is said that the granaries in the Caucasus were filled overnight.”
The head of intelligence loosened his tie and looked pale: "According to our private statistics, the yield of this damn rice seed exceeds one hundred thousand kilograms per area... Under the control of the son of God, it only takes one day and night to mature. … Not only that, in the hinterland of the Caucasus, dozens of abandoned mines have developed a terrifying amount of rare mineral deposits overnight… This is not something that humans can predict, Your Excellency.”
He lowered his head in shame: "We are powerless."
The old musician said nothing, just stared at the photo in front of him, and lit the cigarette in silence.
A miracle...
"Is there a blanket?"
The old musician lowered his eyes, "I'm a little cold."