Sword of Daybreaker

After hearing the news brought by Heidi, Gawain didn't look surprised at all: "Is the expected rejection... also, after all, this involves Typhon's roots."

"It seems that General Wolf won't cooperate anymore," Hetty stood at Gawain's desk with a pile of materials in her hands, with a serious expression on her face, "and... I think she was right. : This is not a decision that a commander can make. Rosetta Augustus has the right to make this degree of exchange of benefits."

"Of course, dignified technical communication is of course better," Gao Wen smiled. "It's just that this level of technical communication is difficult to achieve in peacetime, let alone the current tense situation...nothing, I myself Just with the attitude of giving it a try, Andesa's refusal was the expected result."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Choosing to let Bud act as an intermediary to contact Andesa seems to be a correct decision. This sensitive issue may have to fill the general wolf’s blood pressure if anyone speaks in the past. , One might even fight, and to leave this to Bud is to guard against this. In theory, the wolf general should not be separated from his long-lost old man even if his blood pressure is full. Father do it...

Some unmarginal associations drifted through his mind. Although Hety didn’t know what her ancestors were trying to write, she still saw that Gawain was a little distracted. She couldn’t help but cough slightly, and only after he caught Gawain’s attention. Continued to say: "At present, the program of'mass production of transcendents' is temporarily shelved. The ongoing program is mainly in two aspects. One is to continue to optimize and adjust the equipment and training methods of the psionic singer from the technical level, and find a way To reduce its nerve load on the user, on the other hand, it starts to select matching personnel from the mages, and transforms some of the original battle mages into psionic singers...

"In addition, Bertila also proposed a third plan."

"The third plan?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows. "How specific?"

"This is the document from Solinburg, Bertila has already drawn up the draft," Heidi said as she put the document on the table, her face was a little weird, "I'm a little bit I took a look... how should I say, it is worthy of being a dark druid, this thing she conceived... is quite challenging to accept."

Gao Wen became more curious as soon as he heard it, and reached out to take the document and opened its cover. On the first page of the document, a large line of title letters came into his eyes: "The Application Prospects of Giant Wetware Nodes in the Field of Assistant Casting and Technical Essentials", and there is a line of smaller letters after the title: In order to avoid moral and ethical risks, all wet parts in the plan are bred and manufactured by the giant tree of Thorin.

Gao Wen's gaze stayed on these words for several seconds before opening the follow-up content of the document with a weird feeling-a rigorous wording, detailed data, complete details, concise and easy to understand, and even seemed to have arrived. The technical solutions that can directly enter the practical stage are spread out before his eyes.

Before carefully reviewing the content of this plan, he even couldn't help but lament Bertila's professionalism as a technician-the original backing of all things... The Death of All Things Society should be said to be the master of human history. With cutting-edge biochemical technology, even if they are a dark sect, no one can deny that the high-levels in this sect are well-deserved technical talents.

Few people in the several senior teams of the Magic Institute can produce such technical documents.

And after such feelings, Gao Wen was quickly attracted by the ideas mentioned in the document. He looked carefully while flipping down until a vivid concept map appeared before his eyes——

A giant brain floating in the air, a dazzlingly complex neural connection scheme, a group of soldiers using artificial nerve cords and giant brains connected together... This picture really, as Heti said, challenges ordinary people to The ability to accept "strange things", that thing looks like a terrible product that can only be summoned in some kind of evil religious ritual. Gawain looks at it and feels that this thing is simply sans-but this thing is used to protect Mental...

At the bottom of this picture, Bertila also specially marked a line of small characters: A single psionic singer is just an ordinary soldier, and a complete "psionic choir" is formed after forming a group.

"There is some truth to this... The premise is that this thing shouldn't be so weird," Gao Wen couldn't help muttering after seeing the line of fine print. "A dozen people with nerve cords behind their heads surrounded. A brain floating in the air flying low above the battlefield, where is this horrifying and strange scene..."

While talking, he quickly flipped through the schematic diagram and continued to look at the follow-up content of the file. When he was about to see the end, Heidi on the side asked: "Ancestor, do you think this plan... "

"To be honest, there doesn't seem to be a big problem except ugliness... Bertila has been in the Dark Cult for more than 700 years, and I now mainly doubt whether her aesthetics have been completely abolished... No, it doesn't matter, this The plan is indeed valuable, except for the ugliness," Gawain frowned and said with a rather tangled expression, "More importantly, we don’t seem to have much time to waste now, things that can come in handy. You have to use it as soon as possible...but it's still ugly."

"Then..." Heidi asked hesitantly, "What is your reply?"

"Approve it," Gawain turned over and glanced at the schematic diagram again, and said with a sigh, "Bertila said that most of the process of this plan can be completed by several chambers in the giant tree of Thorin, since it is not It will take up the cost of the existing technical team and facilities, and it’s okay to let her try... It’s still a bit ugly."

Heidi took down Gawain's instructions, and put away the documents with a dull expression, feeling that the ancestors might not be able to pass this hurdle...

At this moment, the magic net terminal next to the desk suddenly rang and flashed, finally interrupting the chattering circling in Gawain’s mind. The latter quickly awoke from the impact of the technical documents and quickly sorted it out. After a good expression, I connected to the Mowang terminal.

The terminal made a slight buzzing sound, and then a clear holographic projection appeared above. Yuri’s figure appeared in the projection. He saluted Gao Wen with a serious expression on his face: "Your Majesty, we are analyzing Malm · Something was discovered in the process of the Dunit spiritual body fragment, and I think it is necessary to report it to you."

"Are you on Naritil's side?" Gawain blinked, his expression quickly becoming serious, "What did you find?"

Yuri nodded, and immediately began to report the clues that he and Magnum, Naritil and others had just discovered. Gawain listened intently behind the desk-as Yuri's report continued, his expression changed. Become more serious.

...

On the northwest border of Typhon, in the frontline area of ​​Winter Wolf, the air is still filled with a pungent smell, and the waste energy generated after the release of large-scale spells is hovering between the plains and valleys.

A heavy snow a few days ago briefly covered this hot battlefield, burying the land destroyed and burned by artillery fire and magical explosions, but in the face of the fire of war, the comfort of nature was torn after all There was a lot of rags--the war machine made of steel and the zealous soldiers did not accept this winter snow scene. After a high-intensity battle, another piece of land was burned.

The Cecils temporarily retreated, and Typhon's subsequent troops approached the field to clear the scorched earth.

A Typhon officer wearing black light armor and heavy clothes was walking on the still hot battlefield, the ground at his feet was muddy and cold. The Cecil’s explosives overturned almost all of the soil on the hill. There were ugly black soil and broken stones everywhere in the eye, and the soil was filled with black and red. There are only a few corners of the entire hill with solidified blood, or mixed human remains. You can still see a little white that has not disappeared from the snow—the whites are mixed in the black and red background, and they are eye-catching. degree.

The air is pungent and disgusting-the officer has been on the battlefield for a long time, but the smell that permeates this battlefield is something he has not smelled elsewhere. It is not only bloody, but more pungent. Nose stuff.

The soldiers were busy near him. Some were sorting and retrieving useful supplies, some were gathering the corpses that could be harvested, and some took out the prayer books they carried with them, and were facing their respective The gods prayed and resurrected, the officer frowned, stepped past the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield, and continued to move forward.

In the end, he stopped next to a huge boulder blackened by artillery fire-this may not be a huge boulder, but a destroyed fortification building-a dying person was lying there, like a sludge curled up and creeping. Falling like snow and blood.

The officer squatted down and looked at the Typhon soldier who was breathing hard. Judging from the remaining clothing marks on the opponent, he should be a member of the 11th Regiment of the National Knights, a lower-ranked knight-this soldier. Falling in the dirt, he can't even see how many wounds there are, only a large amount of dirty blood can stick him to the surrounding land. His fatal injury was a huge tear in the chest and abdomen. It might be caused by a flying shrapnel, or it might be caused by a sharp flying stone. Regardless of the cause, it had obviously cut off the vitality of the soldier.

In fact, if it were a "normal" human, it would have died by this time.

The officer lowered his head, his gaze swept across the opponent’s wounds. Among the dirty blood, he saw some squirming granulation and tentacles-these disgusting hyperplastic tissues were stretched in vain, as if trying Close the wound again and try to gather all the lost blood back, but these efforts are doomed to no avail. Judging from their weaker and weaker peristaltic range, this kind of "divine-given power" has obviously come to an end.

Perhaps it felt that there was someone nearby, or perhaps it happened to catch up with the flashback. The next second, the soldier who fell on the ground about to exhale his last breath suddenly opened his eyes, his muddy, crazy eyes were filled with terrible blood. Red, but still barely able to see the figure in front of him, a weak voice came from the soldier's mouth: "Sir...Sir..."

The officer looked at him and whispered a sentence he often said these days: "Hold on, medical soldiers are coming."

"No...no..." The soldier seemed to whisper, his head swinging in an imperceptible range, "The Lord is calling me, he is calling me..."

The officer looked at the soldier blankly, and listened to the murmur of the opponent while he was still alive. He did not offer any comfort or encouragement.

The soldier's whispered muttering became more and more vague, and lower and lower, but suddenly, a little light appeared in the blood-red eyes, and his last strength seemed to gather again, and he stared firmly The officer next to him asked like crazy, "Have you witnessed? Did you witness... Did you witness..."

The officer looked at him and said slowly: "Yes, I have witnessed it."

The soldier breathed a sigh of relief suddenly, as if his last wish had been fulfilled, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed--whether it was a crazily twisted light or a human radiance, it quickly dimmed. The deflated chest cavity squeezed out the last breath and sighed: "I feel...a bit cold..."

After a moment of silence, the officer stood up, and an accompanying assistant wizard approached him. After a brief check, he reported to him: "The soul has dissipated, and the activities of the heart, lungs, and brain have stopped."

"Burn it," the officer nodded, "remember to reclaim the ID badge."

He raised his head and looked at other parts of the position. He saw more auxiliary wizards entering the position, and not far away, the large magic circle used for concentrated burning was already in operation.

...

The Winter Fortress stands among the high mountains, as its name gives people the impression that it is a fortress as white as ice.

When the weather is clear, from the highest tower of the Winter Fortress, you can see the Winter Wolf Fortress in the distance.

The owner of this fortress is the powerful battle mage Count Palin Winterhold—he and his family have been rooted in the mountains of the north for hundreds of years, guarding here as an important backing and support for the defense line of Winter Wolf. After the fall of Winter Wolf Castle, the battlefield was pushed into the territory of Typhon. The Winter Castle, which was originally on the second line of defense... has now become the core node of the front line.

In a room on the third floor of the White Castle, the Earl of Winterhold is standing in front of a white wall, surrounded by precious magic crystals, and the wall is coated with a layer of magic coating that flows continuously like mercury. , Along with the light of the surrounding crystals, a scene from afar gradually appeared on the plating layer that was flowing like mercury.

That is the image sent by the Mage’s Eye at each node of the Winterhold’s defense line through the communication tower. Although it is slightly distorted, it can still distinguish the mountains, rivers, and woodlands with obvious characteristics. Palin Winterhold waved his arm, constantly switching the pictures displayed on the wall, confirming the situation of the nodes on the defense line.

Suddenly, the Count of Winterhold’s patrol of the node stopped. He tilted his head slightly, listening to a report from a lower-level wizard through the communication technique, and then he looked at the magic wall in front of him. After a simple rune gesture, A new picture immediately appeared on the wall.

That was a scene from somewhere in the Winterhold Fortress-beside a brand new platform, a black magic train with the Tiphon emblem was slowly slowing down and stopping.

——Despite the absence of a large number of Cecil technicians, with the efforts of the Empire’s own team of mechanics and scholars, several important industrial and military railways are still in normal operation, from the mainland to the Winter Fort. The train is one of them.

Palin Winterhold stood there, watching the picture on the wall quietly, watching the train stop, watching the soldiers and officers step onto the platform from the train.

He sighed slightly.

Another batch of fanatical and excellent corpses got off the personnel carrier.