Sword of Daybreaker

The roar of Hongguang’s main artillery and the giant cannon finally subsided, and the jitter caused by the power spine in the high-load mode also quickly subsided as the load decreased. The iron throne-the earthly giant python's armor-covered compartment , The normal operation of machinery and the sound of vehicles crushing the track replaced the previous sound of gunfire.

Maryland left the command seat and came to the window on the side of the carriage. Through the strengthened crystal glass window, he looked at the distant plains. Smoke and fire were still rising on the horizon, and the earth scorched by the rays of rainbow light was at the end of the line of sight. With a little red light.

After a while, there was the roar of another train running from behind. The iron scepter, which was previously slowing down in order to create a shooting window, slowly accelerated, and gradually caught up with the earthly Anaconda that was driving ahead, before the two cars met. , And rhythmic lights flashed on their respective car bodies to inform each other of safety.

"The aerial reconnaissance did not detect large-scale enemy activities, and the on-board sensors did not detect abnormal magical fluctuations," a technician reported loudly behind the communication station. "The **** train applied to accelerate the confirmation of the road section ahead."

"Permit," Maryland nodded, "remind the lads and girls in that car to stare wide and watch out for the destruction of the railway by the Typhons-they have learned to place arcane neutralizers and passive triggers next to the railway line. The big bomb."

"Yes, General!"

Maryland nodded and looked out of the east window again. In the sky above, he saw two small black dots flashing across the clouds, and a faintly visible magic halo dragged behind the black dots.

That was the air company escorting the Earthly Monty Python-the Dragoon Reconnaissance Squadron. This air force provides protection for the front-line railways, and is also responsible for reconnoitring enemy movements in the outlying areas of Winterhold and bombing some Typhon strongholds. When the Iron Throne is performing an attack, the main responsibility of the air formation is to protect the armor. Train, beware of aerial attacks by those Typhons.

This was Cecil's response after a Typhon air formation raided the armored train and almost caused huge damage.

From Maryland’s point of view, Typhon’s air force is not strong. Although the number of old-fashioned combat griffons and flying mages is huge, they lag behind the Dragoon fighters by a whole level in terms of combat capabilities. The really tricky thing is to be close to Winter Fort. Afterwards, Typhon’s air defense force-the powerful Typhon Empire built a large number of mage towers in the border area. In the era of new wars, those high towers were unable to resist the chariots advanced by the cluster and the cannons with amazing range. Their long-range lightning and beam arrays have posed a great threat to the relatively fragile dragoon troops, which have been formed for a short time.

During a rash bombing operation, several Dragoon fighters were shot down by lightning and lasers that covered the sky.

This made Maryland, which has been in the upper hand since the beginning of the war, had to carefully measure the Typhon’s warfare capabilities several times, and summed up some experience-air superiority can indeed determine the direction of a war, but it should not be underestimated. In view of the threat posed by ground air defense firepower to air forces, in actual combat, backward weapons may still pose a huge threat, especially when the enemy knows how to learn and adapt.

The communicator not far away rang.

Maryland came to the communicator. After activation, an image of a Dragoon fighter appeared above the projection crystal. The opponent was in the cockpit. The clouds outside the cabin and the dragon wing drive extending from the edge could be vaguely seen in the background.

"Safety in the area, sir," the Dragoon fighter in the communicator reported the reconnaissance situation. "In addition, we observed the gathering of clouds. It seems that another snowfall is coming."

Maryland subconsciously glanced out the window. From his position, he could only see a limited amount of sky. In the direction of Typhon's control area, he could indeed see a patch of iron-gray clouds gathering-the dragoons in the sky could The details seen are obviously more. He retracted his gaze and nodded to the soldier in the communicator: "Severe weather may affect the flight. Please pay attention to safety."

...

The machine made of steel and crystal is flying in the sky. The howling cold wind swept back along the tangent line of the shield and the edge of the dragon wing driver. The fine water vapor and dust in the airflow were disturbed by the force field released by the anti-gravity ring. A wonderful "ring" is formed around the aircraft, and under the protection of layers of shield, steel, and crystal, the pilot in the cockpit has just finished communication.

"The snowfall in the north is really frequent this winter," he said to the mechanic and bombardier sitting behind him, "it hasn't been a few days since it cleared up."

"This reminds me of when I drove the Griffon," the comrade sitting in the back row of the control seat responded, "The Griffin Riders who were able to take off and return in the wind and snow at that time were all recognized warriors-not only had to possess The courage and skills to challenge the wind and snow, and the patience and experience to calm the griffon after returning."

"Yes, my father used to have this technique-he was the most outstanding griffon rider in Sorandor at the time. He successfully drove the griffon in a snowstorm and sent the lord's letter to the manor outside the city. He was rewarded afterwards. Unfortunately, before I had time to master his superb flying skills, the era of the Griffin was over..."

"Ah, your father is a great Griffin Rider...but I'm even more curious about what an important letter it is, and it needs to be delivered in a snowstorm..."

"Ha, that's a **** love letter, written by the lord to his mistress-my father was so angry that he knew what he was going to give, but he had to obey the order, but when he watched it in the manor After arriving at the mistress's lover, his mood improved..."

The comrades sitting in the back row were taken aback for a moment, and then reacted and couldn't help but laugh, so the flying machine made of steel was filled with cheerful air.

The pilot couldn’t help but smile, while watching the data on the dashboard while watching the scene outside the cockpit. He saw that the iron-gray cloud in the distance was thicker and heavier than before, and the surface of the cloud was tumbling. Then, it was as if a storm was brewing inside. This sight made him unable to hold his hands on the joystick tightly, frowned and said, "Damn...it looks like the clouds are coming towards us..."

"Are the clouds gathering and moving so fast?" The mechanic was a little confused, "The anemometer shows that the wind speed outside is not that high..."

"The celestial phenomenon is unpredictable, so be vigilant anyway," the pilot murmured, unable to help but be attracted by the tumbling clouds. In a daze, he actually seemed to see thousands of troops moving in the clouds, but he focused on it. When I looked at it, I couldn't see anything, "...Did you see it just now? I always think this cloud is a bit weird..."

"I didn't see anything?" The mechanic looked out through the side observation window in confusion, "You were dazzled by the reflection of the clouds, right?"

The pilot furrowed his brows, and after experiencing the divine disaster in the Plains of the Holy Spirit, he quickly made a decision: "...Anyway, let me report that this war is so evil that seeing nothing can be regarded as an illusion--maybe in the rear. What can the experts analyze."

The mechanic deeply agreed with this, and the pilot once again turned on the communication device in the corner of the control seat. While their attention was drawn to the clouds outside the cockpit, in a corner where neither of them had noticed, Several runes in the mental protection system lighted up spontaneously—the light was so weak that it was almost indistinguishable by the naked eye, but it pulsed slowly like breathing.

...

Cremont Dart stood on a high hill, overlooking the land that was still emitting smoke and flames not far away, watching the wreckage and flags scattered among the black mud and white snow. Not a word for a long time.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that a gust of wind came and rolled up the loose snow particles on the hill. The Typhon noble said to the mage attendant beside him in a deep voice, "That is the destruction caused by the Cecil's weapons? "

"Yes, my lord," the mage's attendant lowered his head and replied, "informatively, the Cecilians call it'Rainbow Light', a high-purity, high-intensity arcane focused ray that can last for a long time. The range is extremely long. At this time last year, this technology was still immature. Due to the heat dissipation problem, the Cecilians could only install it on a fixed position or on a ship, but this year they installed it on them. On the mobile fortress..."

"Moving fortress..." Earl Cremont squinted. Above his head, a wizard's eye was facing the direction of Winter Wolf's defense line, reflecting in the center of the indifferent and aloof "pupil" of the wizard's eye. The railway and bunker on the distant horizon, and the armored train moving to the south, "I can see that it is indeed an incredible creation."

"Yeah, incredible... that incredible thing has caused us several heavy casualties, and even directly destroyed several of our fortresses-fast moving, terrifying power, and powerful protection capabilities, and there is always a big one around us. Pile other war machines to protect it. It is a steel fortress armed to the teeth. It runs fast with wheels. We have nothing to do with it," the mage attendant sighed, "Earl Palin Winterhold once organized an air raid. We almost succeeded, but we failed due to insufficient preparation. After that, the Cecilians immediately learned their lesson and began to use the kind of flying machine to prevent our air strikes."

Cremont controlled the eyes of the mage. He searched the sky far away and finally locked the small black spots flying through the clouds.

"It doesn't matter... we are here to solve this problem," he said in a deep voice, while looking up at the sky in the northwest direction directly with his naked eyes-in his line of sight, huge clouds are rapidly forming and facing the winter wolf. The direction of the fort’s defense line moved, "Is it a miracle of war... Go and ask the priests, when will the'miracle' they say is fully formed?"

"I just asked, the priest who presided over the ceremony said that everything went well, and the **** responded very positively to this prayer-they suggest that you leave in twenty minutes."

Cremont nodded slightly: "Very good-ten minutes later, inform the wizards and the Griffin Riders to prepare."

...

The sacred ceremony has come to an end in a large-scale meeting place near the hill where Cremont is located.

A war priest wearing a priest’s robe stood in the circular assembly hall, leading nearly a hundred priests to pray for the last chapter. The low and solemn prayers echoed in the hall, even covering the roar of the cold wind outside. In the middle of the entire hall, on a platform slightly higher than the surrounding ground, the flames in the huge brazier are burning, and a layer of iron ash is gradually appearing in the beating flames.

The priest of the **** of war walked around the flame for the last time, and stopped at an extremely precise position and time. He turned to face the flame and turned his back to the priests who were bowing their heads in prayer. His face could not help but show joy and enthusiasm. look.

He can feel that his Lord has cast a caring sight on this world.

This is a period of turbulent storms, a period of darkness and depression. The situation seems to be extremely bad. In Aldernan, in most parts of the hinterland of the empire, public rallies and prayer activities have been violently prohibited. The believers and priests tried Rebelling, but unable to confront the Augustus family, which firmly held the military power, this made many priests frustrated, and some were even punished for the idea of ​​betraying the gods.

But here, the priest felt hope again.

After all, the tyrannical emperor did not have the courage to completely abandon the gods. He also knew who had been sheltering Typhon for hundreds of years. Here, in this place closest to the front of the war, the priests could still pray and carry out such big events. A sacred ceremony on a large scale can communicate with the gods...Is there anything more comforting and encouraging than this?

The northern front is cold and miserable, of course not as comfortable as the warm church in the rear, but for the pious priests, as long as they can get closer to the gods, they are the most comfortable place.

This battlefield is the closest place to the gods. Every pious war **** officer can feel this: as the war continues, with the re-establishment of order, they are on the front line of Winter Wolf Fort-Winter Fort I feel the breath from the gods more and more clearly. There is no doubt that this entire area has become a sacred place-just like the "sanctuary" mentioned in the ancient books, this battlefield closest to the truth of the gods, Has become the closest place to the kingdom of God in this world.

There was a smile on the face of the priest of the God of War. He stared at the brazier in front of him. The six eyes and three cracks on his face were filled with smiles. In the blazing flames, he saw the pope he had always loved— —Malm Dunnett was standing there, showing a gentle and loving smile to the priests who prayed in the assembly hall.

The surrounding prayers finally reached the last paragraph, the invisible bridge has been established, and the connection between the world of gods and the world of mortals has become unprecedentedly strong in this assembly hall.

The priest did not hesitate to take out the iron dagger and cut a deep wound in his palm. Before the wound squirmed and healed, he sprinkled the blood into the brazier.

The blazing flame rose suddenly, and the iron-gray color in the flame spread rapidly. In the next second, the flame in the entire brazier was stained with the color of steel, and a majestic breath descended on the assembly venue.

"Lord! Please cast down the miracle!"