Restoration of the Iron Throne is complete.
This news made Gao Wen truly relieved.
That armored train is currently the most powerful land combat force of the Cecil Empire - the special attributes of the armored train allow it to quickly move to the area covered by the railway line, and support a considerable strength on its own without additional support. The line of defense, its powerful firepower and shield system is no less than an additional border fortress in this era, and what the empire lacks most now is such a border fortress.
The Changfeng Fortress is sending back various news every day. The increase in troops of the Typhon Empire has risen to a blatant level. Although the peace agreement signed between Ansu and Typhon in the past has not been torn apart , but anyone with a discerning eye can see that the binding force of that piece of paper on the two countries is actually not as good as a few swords and guns, just as Gao Wen predicted at the beginning: peace between countries has never been based on an agreement between gentlemen can be maintained.
In this case, the value of the Iron Throne is self-evident.
"Where is the railway line now?" He raised his head and looked at Hetty.
"It has already passed through the eastern border, and is currently approaching the Karon Valley area. A newly assembled construction train is moving forward along with the railway line. The project will be shortened to 20 days to complete," Hetty nodded, "After the completion The Iron Throne will be able to be deployed to the Paramer Heights near Longwind Fortress, the artillery can cover the entire Longwind defense line, and other military trains can also quickly transport the follow-up armored troops to the border."
Gawain nodded as he listened, and after Hetty reported about the Iron Throne and the Eastern Railway, he asked again: "How is the cleanup of the polluted area in the Holy Spirit Plain?"
"Currently the purification zone has advanced to the fertile forest land, and the speed of advancement will be further accelerated," Hetty said with a smile on his face, "After the fall of the 'artificial gods', all the crystal cluster giants have experienced a significant decline, not only The strength has weakened, and the mobility has also decreased a lot, and it has lost the ability to actively spread the plague. Now the purification team is carefully investigating the polluted area on the Holy Spirit Plain, and there is no sign of pollution counterattack.”
Immediately after the death of the freak created by Doom, the drake giant army fell into a state of decline-this is the same as the previous staff members in the army and the scholars of Cecil City estimated.
Cluster giants have a special organizational form. Their lower-level units are controlled by the minds of the upper-level units, and even the thinking ability of the lower-level units must be endowed by the upper-level nodes. Action efficiency and communication ability even allow them to have a certain degree of telepathy, but their weakness is that once their upper-level nodes are destroyed, all lower-level nodes will immediately collapse-originally, the crystal cluster army is formed by the entire death of all things. A large number of bishops are controlled separately, and the destruction of a node will only cause a problem with a branch legion. This weakness is not fatal, but after the "artificial god" lost control, its superior nodes were all concentrated on the "god". This weakness It will be fatal.
The fall of the man-made god directly caused the crystal cluster army to become a group of weak and loose beasts, which greatly reduced the pressure on the follow-up purification of the Holy Spirit Plain. Otherwise, there would still be nearly a million monsters remaining on the entire plain. It is not so easy to completely clean up the serious shortage of troops in the post-empire.
"A big rotten tree fell down, and the dead branches and fallen leaves scattered all over the place... It still takes a lot of effort to clean it up," Gawain sighed softly, then raised his head, and said to the three grand consuls, "Everything will eventually be destroyed." The dead society has a huge structure, and it has been operating in this country for a long time. Even many small nobles, businessmen, and church priests have been bewitched by it and become corrupt. Now the backbone of this church has fallen, but there must be many remnants of those branches. , it’s not just the monsters on the Holy Spirit Plain that need to be cleaned up.”
Victoria bowed her head deeply, her voice was cold: "Yes, we understand."
"No, you only understand part of it." Gao Wen shook his head, "The remnants of the heretics will definitely be uprooted, but we must be vigilant against this process turning into extreme violence like the Church of the Holy Light's burning of heretics—the empire has just been established, We are promoting a new order of justice and the rule of law. At this time, the old school style must not appear, and we must not slap ourselves in the face, let alone stir up panic and create chaos."
"In the future, I will ask Pittman to compile a booklet of methods for distinguishing the law of activities and magic characteristics of dark druids, and distribute them to priests and official druids everywhere. Ordinary people who have been deluded or low-level religious believers should try their best to deal with them through hard labor and thought remolding—the act of mass burning of heresies must be banned.”
Victoria blinked: "What if this gentle approach can't effectively deter those believers? Thoughts that have been bewitched by cults are often deeply ingrained, and it is difficult to correct them in a short time..."
The duchess, who had captured heretics in the north and dealt with many heretics, obviously had a good understanding of those who had gone astray.
"First of all, you should have confidence in the Cecil-style labor + thought transformation project. We have used the same method to transform many people, and I have also prepared special spiritual food for the believers of the Death of All Things Society," Gao said. Wen smiled and said patiently, "I plan to show them the video of hunting the God of Creation repeatedly - from the trapping of the brave to the meal of the siren, the whole process will be played without any deletions, and I will arrange someone to watch it The side commentary on the knowledge of artificial gods is broadcast once a day in the morning, noon and evening. On rest days, you can also show a documentary about cutting the bones of false gods and processing the skull throne.
"Secondly, if there are really stubborn people like you mentioned - I believe there will be such people - then that's okay, the empire now has mines that are short of people, those people can't finish the transformation in one year, and they will renovate them for two years, If ten years are not enough to complete the transformation, then it will be twenty years, and if the transformation cannot be completed in a lifetime, we will award them medals after they die, and thank them for their outstanding contributions to the industrial construction of the empire."
Duke Baldwin Franklin listened to Gawain's words in a daze—his eyes widened when he heard the first half, and he exclaimed with an exaggerated expression after listening to the second half: "If it is really useful The 'spiritual food' you mentioned, I am afraid that no one can persist for more than two years, unless they are not only blind but also foolish."
"Sometimes people brainwashed by cults are no better than fools," Victoria shook her head, "but I also think His Majesty's plan will be very effective."
Gawain smiled, and looked at Hetty again: "Hetty, is there any new progress regarding the underground 'nest' near Solinburg?"
What he was referring to was the lair where all things will die in the east of the Holy Spirit Plain—after the man-made god was killed, the search force discovered a large-scale crack near Solinburg. According to the information provided by Pittman, the crack below should be It is the base camp of the Death of All Things Society. The size of the camp may be close to that of the Rebellious Fortress, and part of its structure may even extend to the territory of the Eastern Territory, where countless secrets are buried.
"The surface and shallow caves and passages have been cleared, but they haven't gone deep," Hetty shook his head lightly, "The structure below is too complicated, and scholars are currently trying to decipher its magic traps and mechanisms. The team didn't dare to rush in. In addition, after knowing this, Rebecca suggested that the expert team throw bombs underground to disarm the trap, please rest assured that they have already done so."
Gao Wen: "..."
"Ahem, I got it," Gao Wen coughed dryly after a few seconds, "This is indeed something Rebecca can do, but after all, the child is grown up, so we should take her face into account when talking..."
"Yes, ancestor." Hetty nodded with a serious face, while the two grand consuls, Victoria and Baldwin, looked at each other with a tacit understanding in their eyes.
Seeing that the corners of Victoria, who hardly changed her expression on weekdays, raised her mouth, Gawain knew that Rebecca's deeds might have spread in Saint-Sunil... That's right, if that girl hadn't caused one mess after another Come on, a steady person like Hetty shouldn't have such a big resentment when reporting to work to make the ancestors pay attention to the evil deeds of the brat...
But it's embarrassing to say, in fact, when Hetty mentioned that there were many traps and traps in the underground lair, the idea of blasting and troubleshooting came to Gawain's mind, but what he conceived was high-precision blasting technology. The fireball brewing in Ka's head may be bigger than the city gate...
"Rebecca..." Gawain couldn't help but sighed softly with a helpless smile, then turned his head and looked in the direction of the window.
The autumn wind blew through the towers of the castle, circling and shuttling between the complicated spiers and walls, bringing with it the fallen leaves of autumn and the cold air from the north. The fourth year of waking up is also the fourth year of knowing people like Rebecca and Hetty.
"It's been four years... This kid should learn to be more stable, right?"
The autumn wind blows through the courtyard of the castle, the tall and straight dragon leaf trees, the neatly trimmed bushes and flower beds, a yellow fallen leaf swirls and falls from the sky, and is gently caught by a slightly slender hand.
The black-haired maid Maggie looked at the dead leaf falling on her palm. The leaf had a special asymmetry. Its shape was narrow on one side and wide on the other, and the jagged edges reminded people of the legendary dragon's wings. She still vaguely remembers that in her hometown, whenever autumn comes, the streets and alleys will be covered with such leaves.
The "Dragon Leaf Tree", which is relatively rare in Ansu, is extremely common in the Holy Dragon Principality.
Maggie gently held her fingers, and the withered and yellow fallen leaves shimmered between her fingers. After opening her palm again, the fallen leaves had turned into a bird composed of illusory dust, and flew lightly into the sky .
"Flying well..." she murmured softly.
A sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind, and Maggie immediately restrained herself. She returned to her usual shrewd and decent appearance, turned around and saw the person walking towards her.
It is Her Royal Highness Princess of the Empire—Rebecca Cecil.
"Your Highness." After Rebecca walked a certain distance, Maggie bent down just right and greeted respectfully.
There are many rules in the upper class, and there are countless unwritten etiquettes in addition to the express rules and etiquette, so that the right time to bend down is the homework of a qualified maid—when a noble person other than the master walks towards her, Although the servant does not have to go to greet him, he must salute in time. Bending too early is an offense, as if he is urging the other party to respond to him quickly. Bending too late is a sign of uneducated and unresponsive , there are really hard to tell how many rules there are.
Although Victoria said that sooner or later, these cumbersome rules would disappear or be simplified along with the old aristocrats, but for Maggie, actions in this regard had already become her habit, and there was no need to deliberately maintain them.
"Hey, don't be so troublesome, don't be so troublesome," Rebecca quickly waved her hand. She didn't understand the details hidden in these rules. The maid she usually came into contact with the most was a dull Betty, but the latter was a celestial being. A girl who would have to go through a thunderstorm before she could get excited, so much so that Rebecca didn't know that there were a lot of tricks in Maggie's bow, "I'm not used to it..."
Maggie showed a gentle smile: "You are a member of the royal family, you have to adapt to this."
"Don't mention it, I'm still a little dizzy up to now. Why did the ancestor go out to fight a war, and my title has changed when I come back..." Rebecca scratched her hair, the blankness on her face was not adulterated at all, "Mr. Let’s not talk about this, I found an opportunity to talk to you—I didn’t meet you at the dinner before, and you don’t usually come out for a walk, I only found out that you were in the yard after asking the guards this time!”
Maggie frowned slightly. She had almost never been in contact with Rebecca, so she couldn't guess what this maverick princess was thinking: "What do you want from me?"
Rebecca thought for a while, and slowly burst into a very bright and pleasing smile, and leaned closer and said, "Well... I heard from my ancestors that you are actually a dragon, right?"
Maggie was taken aback for a moment, her expression seemed to have changed, but in the end she breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her head slightly: "Yes."
She doesn't want to publicize her identity, and has always guarded her real body like a secret, but in the previous wars, her true identity has been exposed to many people in the Cecil Legion. None of the Silers had any strange attitude towards her because of her special status. Rebecca was usually a very likable and lively girl, but this humanoid dragon let go of her knots and admitted it frankly.
"Oh, that's good, that's good!" Rebecca nodded again and again, then opened her mouth, thinking about what to say next—
She still remembered that her ancestor said to be polite and try not to offend Maggie's self-esteem, because there seemed to be something unspeakable in the blood of this black dragon lady, so she had to be tactful when she spoke about it.
So Rebecca thought about it in her heart, and then said with a smile on her face: "Then let me see if you change yourself!"