Sword of Daybreaker

Andesa held on to the railing of the terrace and squinted her eyes in the breeze. From here, she looked at the outer edge of the giant tree of Thorin. In fact, you can vaguely see the scene of the Holy Spirit Plain. There seems to be a long and narrow screen illuminated by the sky. As the horizon stretches into the distance, the background color of the curtain is pure white, should it be snow in the plain area?

She didn't turn her head and broke the silence softly: "I know that it is not easy for you to say this in front of me from your point of view. I must think that this matter is indeed good for Cecil and Typhon?"

"This is true from the facts," Bud said. "Our biggest threat right now is the'sacred disaster'. Soldiers who can fight against the disaster are the key to the battle. Two countries face the same threat. The crisis is the most important thing."

"What about after the crisis?" Andesa turned her head, with only one eye left looking at Bud quietly, "Cecile and Typhon will now become eternal comrades and partners, regardless of the previous close cooperation. , Is everyone living together peacefully and happily?"

"...No," Bud stared at his daughter, and said calmly after a few seconds. "From my perspective, even if the crisis ends safely, the two countries will form a certain balance or covenant relationship after the war. This balance and covenant are also temporary. The competition will last forever, and will evolve into a hidden danger of war again when one of the fatal weaknesses appears. There are no eternal comrades and partners in the world, especially at the national level."

"The technology of mass-produced transcendents is one of Typhon's fundamentals. I dare not say how it will be in the future. At least at this stage, this is the guarantee of our military strength. Perhaps the Cecilians really just want to train a group of people to fight against the pollution of **** Soldier... But will they just think that after the disaster is over? The mass-produced transcendents and the mass-produced war machine, what did Typhon use to fight against this kind of power at that time?" Andesa shook. Shaking his head, "I am a person with a narrow vision and no flexibility. That Gawain Cecil may really stand at the height of all mankind. His Majesty Rosetta may also stand at this height, but I am not.

"I only stand in my place, so in my opinion, there is no room for negotiation on this matter.

"Perhaps I am not qualified to say this in my current capacity, but I still have to say why all good things fall into the hands of the Cecilians?"

Bud looked at Andessa quietly, and for a long time, he slowly showed a slight smile: "Your grandfather raised you very well."

Andesa did not respond. She just looked at the distant scenery quietly, and after a long silence, she suddenly whispered: "From the overall situation, it is the most important thing for Cecil and Typhon to unite to resist this disaster. The right choice, right?"

"If things are really that simple, it will save you a lot of trouble," Bud smiled. "Unfortunately, even the two heroes can't simply squeeze the two countries in like mud. together."

"So, whether the Cecil people want Typhon's technology or want to use their own technology for exchange, or what more thorough cooperation and exchanges the two countries want to carry out... These should not find a breakthrough from me. "," Andesa said slowly, "As a soldier, no matter what righteous reason I have, I will hand over those things to treason. There are some things that our majesty can do, but I can't."

Bud was silent for a few seconds before he said with a slight sigh, "Andersa, you really have grown up..."

"Your exclamation is many years late," Andesa looked at her father, with a stern face with a little smile at this moment, and then she took a deep breath in the wholesome breeze of the Solin region In a tone, "I have been outside for too long. I'd better go back to my room before Sister Marian takes enforcement action."

Bud stepped forward subconsciously: "Do you want me to send you back?"

"No, I'm not that weak yet." Andesa waved her hand, then slowly turned around, moving her steps unsuitably, and walked towards the exit of the terrace.

It wasn't until her figure disappeared completely at the door that Bud's eyes slowly closed back, and a small voice sounded from a crack in the nearby brick wall: "You are not like a father and a daughter. The dialogue between them is more like two military officers discussing the war situation with a serious face."

Bud squinted to his feet and saw a small flower bud dangling in the wind between the wall tiles. He raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say you want to avoid it? It's you who got into the corner and overheard. How to avoid?"

As soon as his voice fell, a large number of flower vines emerged out of thin air on the edge of the terrace, and Bertila's figure was condensed from it. The latter steadily walked from mid-air to the terrace, with no expression on his slightly wooden face: "I do avoid Etiquette avoidance. All of you are standing on my body. How can I avoid it? I'm all in the cracks."

Bud felt his eyebrows jump: "...Why haven't I discovered that you are such a quibble woman in the past ten years? This change is also the result of the ‘brain’ you created for yourself?"

Bertila did not answer Bud’s question. She just glanced at the direction Andesa had left, and said casually, “It seems that I have no more to talk about this matter. Shake the eldest lady."

Bud sighed: "It's a pity that Andesa is able to hold on to her position more than we thought. His Majesty Gawain seems to be disappointed."

"This result is probably what he expected..." Bertila didn't have any regrets, she just sighed, "Andesa... your daughter is actually a very sober person, despite a lot of information and third parties. The subjective judgments of the personnel all say that the contemporary General Wolf is a hard-headed, stubborn, inflexible militant, and blindly hostile to Cecil, but in my opinion, she may be better than many politicians who boast in the official residence. Know the changes in the world and the relationship between countries.

"It's just that she remembers her duty as a soldier even more."

"It's not easy to get such a high evaluation from you," Bud glanced at Bertila. "But let's pay attention to the issue of special soldiers... The battle on the front line of Winter Wolf Castle is getting more and more fierce. The army is now full of carriers of mental pollution. Every day our soldiers have to fight against those things. The neural network has begun to detect the presence of the pollution information of the God of War in the frontline nodes. If there is no effective means of defense, the line of defense must shrink. Up."

"I checked the bodies of the Typhon combat mages in the prisoner-of-war camp in the name of medical examination," Bertila said casually. "Most of them are indeed relying on alchemical potions and continuous external stimuli to change the nerve structure... To be honest, this kind of alchemy potion that can forcibly inspire magical talents is not uncommon elsewhere, but basically it has serious side effects, either weakening the physique, or permanently damaging the nervous system, the best will also lead to life-long spell talent lock. Dead, but Typhon's catalytic technology has obviously solved these sequelae...

"Those battle mages are very healthy, and even their personal strength can be improved to a limited extent by relying on normal learning and training. Apart from the relatively low upper limit and the difficulty of growing later, they are basically not much different from real mages.

"I separated the blood samples of these people and scanned their nerve structure, hoping to reversely restore their transformation process, but I have no clue...this thing is obviously not that simple."

"That is to say, this road will not work," Bud frowned. It seemed to him that Bertila's series of technical narratives were refined, "...I don't know if your Majesty will try to contact Aldernan, but in this situation, it is unlikely that the two countries will establish a channel for technological exchanges while fighting..."

"So, I'm thinking about other solutions here..." Bertila said unhurriedly.

"Another solution?" Bud was taken aback, then looked at the former patriarch in surprise, "Did you think of a solution?"

"A new technical route, maybe we can enhance ordinary people's ability to adapt and control magic power in other ways, such as an additional set of nervous systems... Naritil told me some knowledge about neural networks. A concept called'wetware computing node' is very interesting..."

Bud looked at Bertila and suddenly felt a bitter cold for no reason. Even though the Thorin area was spring-like in all seasons, he subconsciously rubbed his arms: "Damn...you don't want to do any **** experiments, I will Report you first."

Bertila glanced at him: "Of course not. My every move is under the supervision of Monet. What's more, I am no longer interested in those stupid experiments. I will follow the formal process to propose to Minister Rebecca. Application and filing."

...

Aldernan.

The snowfall that lasted for several days finally gradually ceased, but the fog that followed immediately enveloped the imperial capital on the plain again, and the sky in Aldernan was still gloomy, but compared with the previous days of wind and snow. , There is finally a little more sunshine and warmth here today.

A tall and thin man wearing a black earl's cloak, with ribbons and amulet on his body, walking in the deep and long corridor of Obsidian Palace, his face is cold, his nose is high, and his eyes are long and thin. This is typical The face of Typhon Northerner.

Led by the maid, he walked through the promenade of the Obsidian Palace and arrived in front of Rosetta Augustus’s most commonly used reception room. He pushed aside the heavy oak with golden lines depicting intricate heraldry. After the door, he stepped into it, and Rosetta Augustus was sitting in the high-back chair by the fireplace, lifting her head from the book due to the movement coming from the door.

"Count Cremont Dart," Rosetta nodded slightly, looking at the tall and thin man who appeared at the door, "You came on time."

"Punctuality is the tradition of the Dart family." The man named Cremont walked towards Rosetta, the door of the reception room closed behind him, and while the wooden door closed making a sound, he bent down towards the imperial ruler in front of him. Go, "According to the law, I am here to bid you farewell."

His etiquette is impeccable, and his words are very standard. However, all of this is as precise as a machine, without emotion and warmth.

But Rosetta obviously didn't care about it.

"Tomorrow early in the morning, you will go to the front with the first train," he nodded, "I wish you a smooth journey, and I wish you bravery and honor."

Cremont Dart straightened up and stared at Emperor Rosetta with his slender eyes. This gaze lasted for a few seconds before he retracted his gaze and said lightly, "Thank you for your blessing."

Here, all due etiquette has been done.

He stepped back and prepared to leave, but before he could speak, Rosetta suddenly asked, "Is there nothing else to say? We might not have the opportunity to talk like this again."

Cremont looked at Rosetta, and for a long time, he said, "Are you wavering now?"

"I'm steadfast."

"Okay, I see," Cremont nodded, and turned to look at the door of the reception room. "Then I will watch you in the mud of Winter Wolf. I will keep watching until you really realize you. The prosperous age or sinking abyss that I portrayed at the beginning will be lost forever."

After saying this, the Typhon noble stepped forward and left the reception room without a trace.

In the huge room, Rosetta Augustus sat quietly on a chair. After the door of the room was closed again, he looked up at the mechanical clock not far away.

"After two minutes, it's not bad."

He muttered to himself softly, playing with a small gemstone about the size of a thumb, and its overall shape was like an eye. It was pitch black, but the black surface seemed to be shimmering at all times. , Wandering around, as if an illusory starry sky is blocked inside.

This "star-shimmering" gem rolled gently in Rosetta's hand for a long time before the latter suddenly stopped moving, and the slight starlight on the surface of the gem seemed to have some inertia. It trembled for a while, as the stars of light gradually stabilized and solidified again, a little thing gradually emerged from the depths of the dark gemstone.

It became clear a little bit, and finally showed the details. It was the face of Malm Dunit, the sluggish face.

Rosetta Augustus stared blankly at the faces emerging from the gem's surface. After a long time, he smiled slightly: "Are you pretending to be an unconscious shell?"

The dull and dull Malm Dunnett in the gem suddenly "lived". He looked at Rosetta viciously, his sarcasm trembling the air around the gem: "You are only an incarnation! The real me has long been united with the glory of the Lord. You will never be able to understand that great and superhuman realm. Continue to be proud of you here. As a mortal, you are not even qualified to stand against the Lord and this war itself. Will swallow you and your sad family!"

Rosetta quietly looked at the face emerging from the gem. He was not at all irritated, and his voice was as calm as ever: "Yeah... you have a bit of truth in what you said. As a mortal, it is really necessary to get in touch with the high gods. A difficult task... Solving such a problem is a joy."

His fingers were slightly hardened, and the powerful magic power was poured into the gem. With a slight crisp sound and a roar, the gem and the spirit body trapped in it instantly disappeared.