The holographic image projected by the Magic Net terminal was shining brightly, outlining a wonderful atmosphere mixed with fantasy and technology in the room after dusk. Gawain sat in front of the communicator and listened carefully to Kamel's experiment from behind. report from the room.
"... Pittman has confirmed that the high-level crystal cluster giants are transformed from the priests of the Death of All Things Society. It is not ruled out that there will be 'commanders' transformed from other extraordinary people in the future, but from the current stage, fanatical The Faithful to the Death of All Things is the core upper echelon of the Druse Legion...
"The crystal cluster giants transformed from ordinary people have smaller size and lower power. Their thinking ability, or the only remaining sanity, needs to be maintained by the upper individual. There is a gap between the upper crystal cluster and the lower crystal cluster. A wonderful interdependence relationship, the lower-level crystal cluster giants can think, but their own thinking is not complete...
"I speculate with Pittman that this unique connection to the dredge giants indicates that they have some degree of 'telepathy', and that commander-level drusel giants may be able to control nearby units through this telepathy, or perceive To the state of the distant crystal cluster corps, but this induction will not be very clear, and it will attenuate sharply with the distance. This is the conclusion drawn after several isolation and control experiments.
"After losing the commander, the lower-level crystal cluster giant will quickly weaken and lose its mind, degenerating into a monster that completely relies on instinct to act. It takes about an hour for complete weakening, and the sanity is suspended from the beginning..."
Gawain listened to Kamel's report word for word, frowning occasionally, and occasionally relaxing.
Thanks to the researchers in the rear, the soldiers fighting on the front line do not have to face unknown enemies. As more and more infected samples are sent to the rear, as Kamel opens up his memories from the Gondor era, "God The various characteristics of the "infected person" have finally been unveiled in front of the world.
Next to Gawain, Philip Knight, who was watching, had a thoughtful expression on his face: "A certain degree of telepathy... No wonder they were able to organize a large-scale pursuit of Solderin in a short period of time before, and without In the case of regular scouts and order units, they still maintain such a high organizational strength... "
Gawain looked at this knight who was still young but had become a mature general: "What do you think?"
"The crystal cluster's telepathic ability is a tricky advantage for us, which means that their information flow speed on a small-scale battlefield is no worse than ours, and even faster," Philip thought seriously, "but obviously Their telepathic ability is also very limited, and the command system established by relying on it is relatively chaotic and vague, and it is not impossible to deal with it. And I think that the huge loopholes in their organizational structure are the key point compared to the advantages brought by telepathy. "
Gawain nodded slightly: "As long as the command nodes are destroyed, they will collapse quickly. Irrational monsters are much easier to deal with than organized soldiers."
"I will work out a feasible tactic with adjutants, staff officers, and think tanks," Philip said with a serious face. "If it works, our advance speed will definitely be further accelerated."
Gawain couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional: Without Byron making jokes, Philip's brain efficiency when thinking about tactics has obviously risen sharply. I'm afraid it's because he saved the thread of fanfare and used it to formulate tactics...
Then Kamel continued to report the research results in the rear: "In addition, we observed and compared the magic reaction and erosion degree of the evil carrier and the mutant, and the 'ritual power' that caused them to mutate from the carrying state to the mutant state There is a preliminary conclusion that it is related to divine interference."
Gawain took a light breath: "Is it really the power of the gods..."
"I found activated sinister factors in the bodies of the infected who had completely mutated into cluster giants. Although they could not be completely isolated due to equipment limitations, I can tell that they have undergone induced activation. Just like the ancient Gondor Empire from giants Deer Amoen extracted the flesh and power to create the first generation of abominations, and the Death of All Things must have its own "energy source" to reactivate the abomination factors that had already become recessive genetic factors. So far, Although no direct evidence has been found yet, we can theoretically conclude that the Doom Society has mastered some kind of divine power, or a substitute for the divine power... "
Gao Wen's expression was calm, without any surprise.
Long before this disaster broke out, he had already realized that there would be some kind of amazing conspiracy brewing in the dark, and he vaguely guessed that it had something to do with the "gods". The world of the gods is inextricably linked, and it is no surprise that their ultimate goal points to the gods.
And after that, in the conversation with Tire, the information leaked by the sea monster who has rich eating and cooking experience in the field of devouring God made Gawain clearer his guess. For this reason, he even asked Tyr made some preparations to deal with the possible terrifying shady scenes involving the gods.
At this moment, Kamel's research has finally given some evidence from the empirical direction: all things will eventually die, pulling "God" into this battlefield.
This put a lot of pressure on Gao Wen, but he did not despair.
The power of gods is terrifying to mortals. If it is really an angry true god descending, then maybe Cecil is really powerless to resist, but will the death of all things bring down a true god to help fight the war? It is obviously impossible. At most, they found the flesh and blood remains similar to the giant deer Amorn and activated part of its activity, or used artificial forbidden techniques to create some kind of powerful monster with partial divinity, regardless of Which possibility is it? Since it was created by those cultists using human magic, it must not be indestructible.
Something that cultists can control... at least have a blood bar, right
Even if all things doom will create a living "man-made god" that cannot be destroyed by Cecil's artillery, and Tyre and the sea monsters behind her can help, those deep-sea salted fish may not be able to deal with one True gods (although they usually eat the sashimi of the Lord of Storms all day long, but what they eat are corpses that will not resist after all), but as the fallen empire's father who masters super-era technology, they deal with a fake that is "smelling" Always no problem.
In addition, Gao Wen had also come into contact with the battle report of the "God Killing Fleet" back then, and he was an atheist in his previous life. He might be nervous or cautious when facing issues in the field of gods, but he always kept a little bit of leeway. At this stage, this kind of leeway may be nothing more than self-confidence.
But at least that is self-confidence.
Gao Wen was curious about what Philip would think after knowing the forbidden power that may be in the hands of the Death of All Things.
"I have no idea," the young knight said solemnly after hearing Gawain's question, "It is the duty of a knight to obey the orders of the monarch, and it is also the duty of a knight to protect the territory and the people. Concerned about where the enemy is, not who the enemy is."
Gawain was a little surprised by this answer. He looked Philip up and down, and felt that the young man's uprightness and fearlessness were a bit unreal: "Even if the opposite side may be a god or evil god, or something else beyond human understanding?"
"Same," Philip nodded. "It's the same to anyone who charges, the only difference is whether you can come back."
Gao Wen couldn't help laughing, and shook his head after two seconds: "I thought you would at least feel a little scared."
Philip's face was a little weird when he heard Gawain's words, then he lowered his head and thought for a while, feeling a little embarrassed: "Actually, I'm a little scared..."
"oh?"
"So if I'm actually on a battlefield like that, I'll pull down my mask to prevent people from seeing my lips trembling, and I'll tie my weapon to my hand to prevent it from falling out, but I shouldn't have to write a suicide note. I don't have a wife and children yet. , and no other relatives, the property under my name can be directly returned to the principality... "
The answer became real in an instant.
Seeing the serious look on the young knight's face, Gawain suddenly couldn't help but want to put his hand on his forehead: "I seem to understand why Byron is so keen on bickering with you..."
Philip reacted for a while, but didn't react: "... huh?"
"All in all, you don't need to think about the generosity to die in advance. We are fighting a war, not to die, and no one is to die." Gawain patted Philip on the shoulder, "to arrange for you Let’s have a tactical meeting, we need to enter the Red Maple area as soon as possible, if we can get through this channel as soon as possible, maybe the last remnants of the Royal Army still have hope.”
Philip left the barracks, and after finally reporting some laboratory operations, Kamel also left the communication channel.
Gao Wen sat at the table, and in the process of sorting out his thoughts, his eyes swept across a text message from the rear that was placed on the table and sent by Amber:
"The situation in the east has deteriorated, and the Iron Throne has set off for Hetty."
"Your situation has deteriorated..." Gao Wen breathed out softly, "Saving me a lot of trouble."
…
Since the occurrence of the mutation, the entire Eastland Legion was swallowed up in a thick fog, communication was cut off in the entire area west of Solingborough, and there was no news of the Duke of Eastland and Prince Edmund. The order of the entire Eastland quickly slipped into chaos. The abyss of sequence.
Rumors spread everywhere, and no one controlled them. The local nobles who stayed in the eastern border smelled a terrible atmosphere, but no one had the ability to grasp the whole situation or restrain the order in the eastern border. It lost control first, followed by the noble lords at a higher level. Chaos spread from west to east. The eastern region, which was originally monolithic under the joint restraint of Prince Edmund and Duke Laurent, showed signs of fragmentation, causing the situation to fall apart. What took a sharp turn for the worse was the terrible news from the border area bordering the West and the Holy Spirit Plain.
An army of monsters has risen from the wreckage of the Eastern Legion and is wandering the Holy Spirit Plain.
Those monsters didn't seem to focus on the east, and their goal should be San Sunil in the north, but the existence of the monster army itself defeated the last restraint force that allowed the nobles in the east to maintain basic order
The nobles on the ground quickly made the most normal response under the background of this era: summoned vassals and generals, sealed off the border of the territory, and returned to the state of separatism overnight, and then in the tense confrontation, while being vigilant against monsters, In mutual vigilance, the situation in the entire region became tense in an instant.
Under such a situation, the Baisha Mining Company, the bridgehead of the Principality of Cecil, sent vital intelligence to the territory.
A war machine that had just completed all technical inspections and tests in the Gelen region responded to this information and rushed to the east.
The road full of magic extends across the land, and the continuous magic shield covers the entire track. With the deep sound of the steel wheels and the magic mechanism, a huge train is solemnly driving into the Baisha mining area.
In the orange-red sunset, its body covered with solid steel armor shone coldly. The large train rail guns and densely arranged turrets shone brightly in the setting sun. Its compartment was full of heavily armed soldiers. And the white knight with heavy armor, its carrier chassis is fixed with neatly arranged chariots and towed howitzers. It is like a fully armed steel castle, and even a walking fortress wall, heavy and full of majesty.
Home, the head of the White Sands Mining Company, stood on the tower next to the station, quietly watching this miracle of the magic industry, a treasure of engineering, and a symbol of Cecil's power.
Armored train, Iron Throne.
Twenty minutes later, Holm stood on the high platform used to load and unload ore and heavy machinery on weekdays, and saw the middle-aged knight commanding the Iron Throne, wearing black magic armor, with deep eyes and a vicissitudes of face.
"Nice to meet you, Sir Maryland."
"Please don't call me Sir," the middle-aged knight smiled, and calmly reached out to hold Home's hand. "That is the canonization of the Morne royal family, and it is already in the past tense."