Sword of Daybreaker

The Earthly Anaconda and the iron scepter armored train that served as the **** are galloping on parallel tracks. The two war machines have separated from the plains and entered the mountain area near the Shadow Swamp a few minutes ago-small rolling hills. The mountains flicked past the window of the car, and the sky looked dimmer than before.

When Maryland came to the window, he saw that the sky beyond the car window was completely covered by iron-gray clouds. The faint sunlight barely penetrated the clouds, and there was a disturbing white glow in the depths of the clouds. The cold wind roared outside the car windows, and snow and dust were picked up by the wind in the distance, forming a floating curtain of turbidity, and the depths of the curtain were deserted.

This is a typical no-man's land on the northern border, and similar desolate scenes are very common here.

The current cloudy weather is also very common in recent days.

However, a kind of faint anxiety is still lingering in Maryland's heart. He can't tell what the source of this anxiety is, but the experience of fighting on the battlefield makes him never dare to call this kind of similar. "Intuition" is put behind his head at will-he has always believed in the ideas of Falman, a scholar of Anzu’s First Dynasty, and this scholar once famously said: Behind all intuitions is the superficial consciousness. Ignored clues.

This kind of uneasy induction shouldn’t arise out of thin air. It must be something that violated the surroundings. He hasn’t found out yet, but his subconscious mind has noticed these dangers. Now it’s the life and death experience he has accumulated for many years to make the alarm in the subconscious. .

"General," the adjutant on the side noticed Maryland's gloomy expression, which seemed unusually abnormal after a smooth military mission. "What happened?"

"What did the aerial reconnaissance find?" Maryland frowned and asked, "Is there any news from the ground reconnaissance force?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why the chief would suddenly ask about this, but he immediately replied: "We just made contact five minutes ago and everything is normal-we have entered the long-range artillery cover on Height 18. Feng Ren has suffered a loss here before, so he probably won't do the same stupid thing again."

Then he paused and continued: "In addition, the Dragoon troops just sent a message that the clouds in the sky are increasing, which has affected the effect of visual detection, and they are lowering their altitude."

"Clouds..." Maryland repeated this word subconsciously, and his gaze fell on the thick clouds of the sky again. Suddenly, he felt that the shape and color of the clouds seemed a little weird, not like they looked under natural conditions. , This made his vigilance suddenly rise to the apex, "I feel that the situation is a bit wrong... Let the dragoons pay attention to the movement in the clouds, the Typhons may use the clouds to launch air attacks!"

The adjutant’s eyes widened slightly. First, he quickly implemented the commander’s order, and then returned to Maryland with a trace of doubt: "Is this possible? Sir? Even with the help of cloud cover, Flying Mages and Griffins should not be opponents of Dragoons. ..."

Maryland did not answer. He just stared at the sky outside. In the iron-gray cloud, snowflakes had already begun to fall, and in the next ten seconds, these falling snowflakes rapidly increased and became denser. The cold wind roaring outside the window became more and more fierce, and a word flashed across Maryland's mind like a lightning-blizzard.

At this moment, he suddenly came up with a seemingly absurd and chilling thought: in the northern area in winter, wind and snow are normal things, but if...the Typhon people use some powerful miraculous power What about artificially creating a blizzard?

What if this blizzard is not just a blizzard?

"Sir!" A technical soldier suddenly reported loudly next to him, "The on-board magic sensor device has failed! All sensors are disturbed!"

"Call the Shadow Swamp Base and request the air support of the Dragoon Special Operations Echelon," Maryland ordered without hesitation, "We may be in trouble!"

...

The wind was whistling outside the shield, and the high air flow, cold and strong enough to discourage high-ranking experts, was engulfed in blade-sharp ice crystals, and thick clouds rolled in all directions like a mass of silt that was too thick to melt. , Every time there is a surging sound, there are roars and groans-this is an environment where humans are difficult to survive. Even a strong military griffon can hardly fly in this kind of cloud, but Cremont has no Feeling the pressure and damage caused by the bad weather, on the contrary, he only felt like a spring breeze in the source of this blizzard.

The hundreds of battle mages flying beside him and the larger number of Griffin Riders seemed equally relaxed.

The terrible wind and low temperature seemed to have actively bypassed these Typhon soldiers, and the actual blocking force in the clouds did not affect them at all. Cremont flew in the squally wind and thick clouds, and the clouds not only did not stop him. On the contrary, his vision, like an extra pair of eyes, allows him to clearly see everything inside and outside the clouds.

He lowered his height slightly, watching the Cecil flying machines patrolling in the distance from the edge of the clouds, while looking down at the armored train running on the ground from the corner of his eye, endless magical power surged around, he felt Every breath he takes is replenishing his strength, which is a feeling he has never had in the past decades of mage career.

This is one of the miracle rituals of the God of War-the Host in the Storm.

As a mage, Cremont doesn't know much about the details of the Ares sect, but as a polymath, he at least knows these famous miracle rituals and the corresponding religious allusions behind them. In the description of the many great achievements of the God of War, there is a chapter that describes the image and actions of this god: He marched in the storm, and the evil men looked at him with fear, only seeing one standing in the storm and covering him. Giant in gray armor. This giant is invisible in the eyes of mediocre people. Only the ubiquitous storm is his cloak and banner. The warriors follow this banner and are given infinite power and three lives in the storm, and finally get a doomed victory. .

Now, these mages and griffon riders who flew in the snowstorm and prepared to perform air raids are the "warriors" in the fable.

Cremont took a deep breath, feeling the magic surging in his body, and activated the messaging spell: "Disperse the queue, group according to plan, and get close to the flying machines-first destroy the **** machines, the mobile fortress of the Cecils. It's easy to deal with!"

The Battle Mage and Griffon Riders in the clouds quickly began to execute the commander's orders, in the form of a mixed team, approaching those flying machines that were extremely clear in their field of vision, and at this moment, the blizzard had completely taken shape.

...

Visibility is rapidly declining within the curtain formed by the howling wind, surging clouds, and ice and water vapor. Such severe weather has begun to interfere with the normal flight of the Dragoons. In order to combat the worsening celestial environment, flying machines patrolling in the air have been in succession. Turn on additional environmental protection.

A more solid and thick shield than usual gleamed around the aircraft. The power ridge of the aircraft buzzed, transferring more energy to the protection and stabilization system. The "dragon wings" on both sides of the tapered body "Slightly retracted, the edge of the wing-like structure lights up with additional rune groups. More powerful wind blessings and elemental affinity spells are attached to these huge steel machines. Under the effect of temporary enchantment, they are bumped by air currents. The aircraft gradually recovered its stability.

The commander of the Dragoon Squadron clenched the joystick in his hand and watched the surrounding environment intensively. As an experienced griffon rider, he had also carried out flying missions in bad weather, but he was in such a big snowstorm. Also the first time I met. The communication from the surface made him more vigilant, and the sudden increase in the air flow at this moment seemed to confirm the chief's concern: this storm is very abnormal.

The Typhons may be hidden deep in the clouds.

Visibility was reduced to an uncomfortable level, and the naked eye could not see far away. The mechanic activated an additional filter around the cockpit. Under the effect of the detection of distortions, the surrounding clouds appeared hazy. It is not clear in the sight of the squadron leader, but at least it serves as a kind of warning.

In the direction of the surface, the sweeping wind and snow are also seriously disrupting the line of sight. The silhouettes of the two armored trains look hazy, and it can only be vaguely judged that they are gradually accelerating.

At this moment, the squadron leader suddenly saw a flash of fire in the distant clouds.

In the visual field of the distorted detection filter, it can be clearly seen that large spell fluctuations suddenly appeared in the empty mid-air.

"I can see the enemy!" In the internal channel, the squadron commander's loud warning sounded, "Southeast direction—"

"Unit 12 is under attack!" "Unit 6 is under attack!" "Under attack! This is Unit 7!" "We are fighting the enemy! Ask for cover! I'm bitten!"

A dazzling red light beam blasted from a distance. Fortunately, the vigilance was raised in advance. The power ridge of the aircraft has been operating at full power and activated all the protection systems. The beam hit the shield with ripples, and the squadron leader controlled it. As the dragoon stance, he began to use the airborne arcane missile launcher to shoot dense barrage forward, and at the same time continuously issued the command: "Disperse to the two wings!" "The second team and the third team, strafing the clouds in the southeast direction!" "All Turn on the identification lights and keep away from the enemy!" "Call ground fire cover!"

Fierce battle suddenly broke out, and countless enemies suddenly appeared in the blizzard like ghosts-Typhon's battle mage and griffon knights emerged from the thick clouds, and they were actually dragons made of flesh and steel. Cavalry aircraft started a fight, and compared with the Typhon Air Force in the impression of the Cecils, these sudden enemies are obviously not normal: more agile, faster, and more fearless than death. The harsh environment of the blizzard made the Dragoon troops feel bound, but those Typhons who should have been more vulnerable seemed to have gained extra strength in the storm and became fierce and powerful!

The battle mages and the Griffin Riders began to attack those flying machines with missiles, lightning, and high-energy rays. The latter responded with a more violent and durable dense barrage. Suddenly, the dim sky was illuminated by continuous fire. The explosions in the sky disperse the clouds and wind and snow again and again, and in every flash, you can see the shadows of countless struggles in the storm. This scene makes Cremont's heart surging.

He has never witnessed such a sight, has never experienced such a battlefield!

Flesh and steel machines fought desperately in the blizzard. Missiles, lightning, and light beams pierced the sky. The two armies competed for dominance of the sky. Regardless of today’s results, this unprecedented air battle is destined to be loaded. history!

The high-intensity lights suddenly swept across the sky, and the strafing lights reflected the figures fighting in the sky. The next second, there was a continuous explosion and whistling sound from the surface of the ground—the pale cyan shell tail The scars and the crimson high-energy beam swept across the sky, bursting shrapnel and deafening roar shook the entire battlefield.

The iron scepter and the anti-aircraft artillery of the Earthly Python fired.

Count Cremont frowned-he and the battle mages he led were still not close enough to attack the armored trains.

"Be loyal to our empire!" In the force field formed by wide-area communication, he heard a roar from an avid Griffin Rider commander. In the next second, he saw a griffin on the master’s Forced brain control to rush down, the brave knight walked through the air-defense barrage and air-to-air barrage, but his good luck soon came to an end: a magic crystal shell from the ground flew beside him However, after sensing the magical breath passing by, the cannonball detonated in the air, and the terrifying shock wave and high-heat air mass easily shredded the aura around the knight, and tore him and his griffin to pieces.

A second later, the shredded knight and griffin once again condensed into shape, appeared in the place where they died before, and continued to charge downward.

The God of War descended on a miracle, and the warriors who fought fiercely in the storm were given infinite power and...three lives.

A flying machine passed by the zealous knight and shot a series of dense barrage. The knight rushed towards the barrage without fear and evasiveness. At the same time, he waved his hand and threw a spear condensed by lightning power. In seconds, his body was torn apart again, but the flying machine was also hit by a long gun at a certain key position, exploding into a bright fireball in the air.

After a while, Cremont saw that the knight reappeared, the torn body reunited in the air, he was galloping in the high wind, behind him, the tentacles-like proliferation tissue and the cloak of flesh and blood were hunting and dancing, he was like A hideous monster rushed to the air defense barrage again.

Miracles require a price-those who are close to God must not be human.

A dazzling beam of light pierced the sky, and the hideous and twisted knight was hit by the anti-aircraft fire from the armored train again. His hunting and flying cloak and sky full of tentacles were instantly ignited and evaporated by the high-energy beam, and the whole person became Several pieces of charred debris that fell from the air.

This time, the knight never appeared again.

This is the third time-miracles are limited, and those who exhaust them will return to the gods.

"It seems that the three lives given by the gods are not enough in the face of Cecil's'new things'."

Cremonte laughed, raised his hands high, calling for the power of storm, lightning, frost and flame, and rushed forward again.