This will be the most challenging and risky operation since Cecil joined the army.
But until the operation is successful, and until the secrets behind it can be revealed, most of the people involved in this operation will not know the truth about it.
Mortals will try to hunt down a god—although it is only a false god created by man, and although the most critical link is completed by a powerful ally, the nature of this operation is still shocking. In this religion everywhere, the act of faith is very In the general world, ordinary people would never dare to imagine in this regard. Even the powerful and highly organized Cecil Legion, if they face the truth before the operation begins, I am afraid that the army's morale will inevitably be shaken and the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. falling situation.
The vast majority of soldiers will only know the orders issued by their superiors, and even a large number of middle and low-level commanders will only know the content of the links they are responsible for. Senior officials, and the people who planned it all.
Maryland, Commander of the Iron Throne, stood in the tactical section of the armored train. Through the windows covered with shields, he saw the soldiers busily shuttling around the armed platform and the defense line, the vehicles transporting ammunition, and the vehicles that were driving In the background of all this, the sky hangs gloomyly around the earth, and the charred city walls and towers in the distance stand silently on the plain, everything looks low and depressed, as if foreshadowing a new era. A storm is coming.
An adjutant wearing a black officer's uniform entered the tactical section, saluted the Maryland Cavaliers, and said loudly: "General, all ministries have been mobilized, the inspection of the railway line has been completed, and the conditions of the crews are normal!"
Maryland woke up from her thoughts and nodded, "Very well—where is that monster now?"
"The target is still wandering in the southwest direction, but it is gradually approaching the defense line," the adjutant replied immediately, "the current distance is about fifteen kilometers."
"Has Commando 'Brave' moved into position?"
"The commando has arrived and is cruising around the target awaiting orders."
"Continue to stand by..." Maryland took a light breath, and then slowly exhaled, "The order is coming soon."
"Yes, General!!" The adjutant answered bluntly, turned and returned to the communication station, while Maryland looked back from the window and looked back at the holographic image projected above another Magic Net terminal.
The sacred and weird, majestic and terrifying giant deer is wandering anxiously on the plain. Compared with when it just appeared, it has obviously awakened further, some kind of incomprehensible to human beings, which has gone beyond the common sense of "magic" The power of it shrouded around it, and wherever it passed, mutations occurred within a radius of hundreds of meters. Half of the land was scorched and hot, lifeless, but endless flowers and vines spread across the half of the land, full of vitality , as if the natural principles of life and death have been embodied in some way, and they are naturally displayed around this monster.
However, this is not a monster, this is a god, the god of nature who was resurrected by means of taboo after the lunatics of the Death Society sacrificed countless human beings.
Whenever he thinks of this truth, Maryland feels his heart beating faster. In the past few decades, he never imagined that he would participate in such a thing in his lifetime, but just like the priests often As the saying goes - Fate is uncertain...
But ironically, if even gods could be created and killed, would the words of the "priests" make sense
Maryland restrained her thoughts, letting her rapid heartbeat gradually calm down.
He is a knight and a nobleman. Although Cecil's noble system has been turned upside down, and although the knights of the new era are very different from the old ones, he still will not betray the oath he made when he first took over the knight's sword.
Now that you have decided to commit your allegiance, then do so to the end.
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The meandering Whitewater River flows from west to east, crosses Cecil, crosses Gelen, and flows into the land of the East. The river of life in the southern region suddenly slows down and splits in the land of the East. It consists of several branches, turning into a trickle between fertile fields and hills, and before the first fork of the river, the Baisha hills lie quietly on the river bank as in the past thousands of years, with their backs to the east. The plain, looking at the mountains in the south.
The mine workers and technicians have been evacuated, and only the security forces of the White Sands Mining Company—including a combat battalion, two tank platoons, and artillery units fixed on various high grounds in the mine—remain here to maintain order and prevent unknown The nobles from the Eastern Realm accidentally destroyed this carefully prepared stage, and the security force will also withdraw in a short time to minimize the loss of personnel as much as possible.
On a high ground near the river in the mining area, Holm looked at the white water river not far away, which was rippling with waves, and the magic energy track extending straight out of the small woods on the north side of the river bank, with a worried expression on his face.
"I'm afraid this mine can't be saved?" The serf-born mine manager said to the foreign woman beside him, "Such a large-scale operation...there was no such big movement when we attacked the Rock Fortress."
"The facilities in the mine definitely need to be rebuilt, but no matter how tragic a war is, it will rarely destroy nature itself." Tire gently shook the tip of her raised tail, and she glanced at the young man in front of her—the person in charge He is not a military leader, nor is he a senior official of the government affairs office, so he does not know all the secrets of this operation. He only knows that the Cecil Legion will try to ambush a powerful monster together with the "alien allies", so Tyr also Did not tell him too much detail.
But what she said was not consolation, but the experience summed up by the Krakens in their long history.
Mortal wars often only destroy mortals themselves, but it is difficult to shake nature itself. Even if they want to hunt down an artificial god this time, this fact will not change.
In the final analysis, sea monsters have never seen those "gods" worshiped by humans as gods.
"You will evacuate with the security forces in an hour." Tyr looked up at the sky, saw that the clouds were gathering, and the brilliance of the giant sun was gradually being blocked, "I'm going to prepare."
As she spoke, she stretched out her coiled tail. The coquettish and strange snake tail moved like some kind of magic vine, and the surface gradually glowed with magic power. Glancing at the human limbs, even though he knew they were allies in the southern region, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward. He asked curiously: "I've heard some legends about sea monsters... A bard said, He said that before the sea was blocked, in the era when human ships could sail to the far sea, sailors would occasionally encounter sea monsters. You often sang magical songs on the sea to lure ships into traps... Is this true? ?”
"We can indeed sing at sea, but we don't lure human ships into any traps," Till said amusedly, "Back then, there were occasional human beings who strayed into dangerous seas, and we would secretly rescue them... The demon does not want the sea to swallow any life that does not belong to the sea, and the water quality will deteriorate."
Having obtained some useless foreign knowledge, Hom, who likes to pursue new things, left contentedly. He was going to pack up some personal belongings and evacuated here with the security forces. Till stayed on the high ground by the river bank. Just at the right time, she climbed up to a mana crystal tower on the high ground.
The snake's tail winds around the crystal of this magical device, and the magic power establishes a secret connection with the magic power. The runes on Tire's body shimmer with light. She opens her hands and begins to hum an ancient song that cannot be understood by humans. Ballad of the Deep Sea.
Although there are some problems with her style of work and she doesn't seem very reliable, Tire actually belongs to the relatively conservative faction among the sea monsters. She loves the oldest and most orthodox songs of the sea monsters, and is good at weaving magic power into these ancient sea monsters. Instead of always delving into some weird magic ballads like other new generation sea monsters.
The magic field stirred up, jumping and passing between the crystal towers and sentinel towers. The invisible magic power multiplied the deep ripples of time and space, and sent the singing voice containing information into the field of elements. Tyre sang softly, feeling the magic power and The orderly rhythm of the elements sighed in my heart with satisfaction and comfort:
Those death heavy metal tidecallers... are always evil.
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Holy Spirit Plains, "Brave" commando, Hunter was riding in his chariot, looking at the indescribable monster in the distance through the periscope, the faint blue light of the mental protection system reflected on the gunner's cheek, quiet and peaceful .
He was a commoner who was born in Old Cecil, one of the more than 800 refugees at the beginning of the reconstruction of Cecil Territory.
Before putting on a uniform, he was a hunter.
He remembered the forest next to Old Cecil that had allowed him to support his family, the town fire and neighbors' cries when the mutants invaded their territory, and the soldiers who covered his retreat How he fell, and remember the cheers of the survivors when the new camp was established, when he followed the hunting team into the mountains and brought back the first batch of meat.
As a commoner who was born in the countryside, he felt that he had experienced things in his life that many people would never experience. If these things could be written down, it might even be as thick as a book.
The teacher of the night school said a word - most of the common people in this era can't write their life experiences on a blank sheet of paper, but the common people in Cecil are lucky, they can write much more things than the common people in other places.
Hunter didn't know if he was lucky with so many experiences, but he still remembered when Duke Gawain Cecil awarded himself the Medal of Honor after the new camp withstood the attack of the mutants for the first time. I have never been happier in my life.
This kind of happiness inspired him, allowing him to sign up for the third expansion of the legion, allowing him to learn new techniques, allowing him to come to this scorched plain and become a member of the "brave".
The faint light of the mental protection system calmed the hunter's heart. In a wonderfully relaxed atmosphere, he put his eyes close to the periscope again, staring at the distant target.
In fact, life has not changed much, what he has to do is still the same as before.
The hunter is here, the prey is there, and there is a patient and cautious wait between the two.
Although the prey was a bit bigger, the hunters were no longer holding bows and arrows.
Hunt's hand was on the trigger for the railgun, and he had to fire very carefully, accurately, because there was only one round in the car.
There was only one shell in the remaining vehicles around.
In fact, not only did they only carry one shell, but even the crew on board was reduced to only two people, a gunner and observer, and a driver and commander. This is the limit for the "Warhammer-i" tank to operate Personnel - It's all about reducing weight as much as possible, increasing the speed and handling of the vehicle to improve the chances of surviving a shot.
After all, for that monster, ordinary tank guns don't have much effect except for the provoking effect.
At this moment, the vehicle communication station issued a striking flash, and the order from the superior was issued.
"start to act!"
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In the depths of the distant endless sea, on the land named "Io Continent" by the sea monsters, the huge elemental jump tower has been activated, and the surging energy drives this advanced and sophisticated machine, making it layer upon layer The stacked shell-like structure emits a faint light, causing the spherical device at the top of the tower to ripple dreamily, and above the tower, amazing energy has converged into a vague vortex, stirring the clouds and constantly rotating.
On the square below the tower, thousands of sea monsters gathered together, neatly and solemnly, ready to go.
Even a sea monster with a lively nature can sometimes become serious.
On the high platform next to the square, the Siren Queen Petiya stood in front of her with a trident scepter in her hand. A deep sea maid came to her side and bowed her head respectfully: "Your Majesty, Tyr has sent coordinates and recognized the password: high tide ,feast."
The Siren Queen nodded lightly: "Turn on the crack generator."
Under the control of the deep-water technician, the warping tower made a wonderful sound like waves, and the illusory vortex above the tower instantly expanded and solidified. With the terrifying energy fluctuations, the vortex unfolded into an inverted funnel, and the entire square It was also instantly enveloped by a light curtain, completely isolated from the outside world.
Among the Krakens on the square, General Vanessa raised the trident in her hand high and gave an order:
"All attention—vapor!!"
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