Sword of Daybreaker

Endless magical power is surging beside him. After the transformation of the spell model, it becomes bright light and heat. Every inch of blood vessels and nerves in the body becomes a kind of hot source in the process, as if there is hot magma. The internal organs and flesh and blood were surging, Cremont felt that he seemed to be burning, everything in his sight was distorted in the high heat, and turned into a kind of strange illusion of white heat, which made him unable to help but think of After the magical conduits that I observed in the magic laboratory before being burned...If those conduits were alive, would they see the same scene at the last moment before they burned?

Within a tenth of a second after this, Cremont seemed to hear a cracked "crisp" from the depths of his soul. He felt all his perceptions suddenly rise up, as if the whole world was under his overlook. He clearly saw the trajectory of every trace of magic power around him, saw the powerful energy surging continuously inside the war machine, and even saw the fierce battle scene in the sky behind him-under the power of miracle, he broke through to the legend.

Then, a huge explosion swallowed everything.

Cremont’s final consciousness turned into an echo in the messaging spell, which penetrated the fierce blizzard, straddled the long battlefield, and projected directly onto the distant winter castle——

"Beware! Palin! They have dragons!!!"

...

The explosion was so violent that the blizzard was torn open a visible crack, and the steam cloud gushing from the cooling grids of the armored train was also instantly blown away by the powerful shock wave, and it was about to board the iron scepter. Maryland was taken aback by the earth-shattering movement. He followed the direction of the prestige explosion and only saw a small mushroom cloud rising from the tail of the Earthly Python.

After the tactical section, half of the carriages of that armored train were involved in the big explosion, and the magic energy that flowed in immediately poured into the power ridge, detonating the remaining carriages one by one.

The self-detonation devices installed in the Iron Throne obviously cannot achieve such an effect.

"Is that some kind of weapon of the Typhons?" the adjutant on the side said in astonishment, "some kind of super bomb? Why are they taking it out now?"

"...It was a blew, sir, I saw it," a staff officer swallowed, "I saw a mage falling from the sky--probably a mage. Behind him is full of tentacles and tumors..."

Maryland didn't speak, but just watched the direction of the mushroom cloud rising. After a few seconds, he nodded slightly to the side, then turned and boarded the armored train behind him.

Fireballs and thunder were intertwined in the blizzard. In the clouded sky, Typhon and Cecil’s air power were still fighting desperately, and on the ground below, the huge war machine of the Earthly Python was finally being blown up. The railway stopped, another armored train roared through the wind, snow, smoke, and debris, and continued to speed in the direction of the Shadow Swamp.

The damage management team has extinguished the fire in the armored train. The dense anti-aircraft fire carried by the iron rod roared again. The fire net of magic crystal shells and high-energy beams harvested the remaining attackers in the sky. The dragon and the flying machine were in the air. Shuttle through the clouds further compresses the space of activity for the Battle Mage and Griffin Rider, and all of this is like a picture scroll that has messed up time, space and time——

This picture scrolls to the end.

The commander’s death did not completely collapse the Typhon’s air force. Those Griffin Riders with constant morale were still performing their scheduled tasks with 100% fighting spirit, and the remaining combat mages were also squeezing out the last trace of human potential in search of further expansion. , They have noticed that one of the two armored trains has been destroyed, and that it is the main chariot of the fierce reputation, the other is also scarred, billowing smoke, in a sense, they have Achieved the results of the reservation-but also paid a price that exceeded expectations.

They were powerless to destroy another one, nor were they able to evacuate this terrible battlefield.

The Dragoon fighters that had been forced to evacuate the airspace due to heavy losses before returned to the battle area again. Under the cover of the dragon, these non-tired flying machines began to strangle the Griffin Riders and those who had basically exhausted their "miracle". The remains of the battle mage, humans and griffins fell from the sky like rain, and were quickly buried and swallowed by the blizzard.

A battle mage stopped in the clouds. He looked up and looked around in a violent gasp, and suddenly found that the sky battlefield had become empty.

The comrades who used to shuttle densely through the clouds have left only three or five battle echelons, and almost all of them were temporarily reorganized. The most fanatical Griffin Knights were also on the verge of extinction at the earliest, and now only a few remain. The knights who were completely distorted and mutated so as not to resemble human beings charged the dragons flying in the clouds, the roars and blasts in all directions gradually weakened, and the anti-aircraft artillery fire from the surface had stopped at some point.

A low and majestic roar suddenly came from nearby. The roar was filled with trembling power. The battle mage put on a defensive posture with the last trace of physical strength. In the next second, he saw the thick cloud beside him. A behemoth rushed out of it-it was a black dragon covering his entire body armor. Steel armoured his huge wings and claws. His jaw was equipped with a forbidding horn, even though the dragon had two bodies. The side-mounted missile launcher had been damaged in the battle, but the battle mage knew that at this distance, this terrifying creature could take his life with only its claws and breath.

It's time to be loyal to the Empire.

The battle mage was fully awakened, but the black dragon just hovered in front of him, facing him quietly, and the clouds and wind and snow in the distance were reflected in his huge eyes. This nerve-breaking confrontation lasted for a few seconds, and the black dragon nodded to him suddenly-I don't know if it was an illusion, there was a little approval in that nod-then, the lord of the sky suddenly opened his wings. In the blink of an eye, he raised his body and quickly rushed to the depths of the clouds.

The dragon group retreated.

The Battle Mage blinked, as if he could not believe what was happening before him. After a brief period of confusion, he looked around and realized that all the Griffin Knights had been wiped out.

The Cecil’s flying machines were evacuated, the dragons were evacuated, and the armored train was also evacuated. The ground in the mountainous region was scattered with various wrecks, humans, griffins, machines... billowing smoke and remnants. The flames rose and surged between the wreckage, but they were all extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blizzard was gradually devouring it.

On the 35th of the foggy month of the second year of Cecil, the first large-scale air battle in human history came to an end.

...

Palin Winterhold took a team of mage guards and guardian knights into the already insignificant meeting place. The **** air and the strange scenes that came in front of him made him frown, even more. Let a part of his followers exclaim in a low voice.

In the huge circular assembly hall, the flame as the core of the ceremony has long been extinguished, and only a few scattered sparks in the huge brazier are shimmering. Around the brazier, the priests participating in the ceremony are all turned into corpses. In the state, the whole body was covered with a layer of iron-gray color, and traces of dried blood stretched from their feet all the way around the brazier in the center of the venue. From above, everything here was like a dark blood sacrifice scene.

The Dark Blood Sacrifice... This is something that any normal church hates and abhors. It will only appear in twisted and fallen cult groups. Palin Winterhold never thought that he would see this scene in the ritual field of the God of War. .

"Under normal circumstances,'miracle' only requires the devotees to pay enough piety, and the righteous **** will never charge a'price' beyond this limit," the magic lord whispered to a wizard advisor beside him. "But obviously, the God of War squeezed an extraordinary reward in this'miracle', and all the priests who participated in the ceremony were'sucked' dry."

"Out of control..." With a serious expression on the wizard advisor, "It seems that the act of praying to the God of War has become more dangerous than before... The balance in front of you is almost at its limit."

Palin Winterhold came to the altar. He glanced at a group of invisible human remains lying next to the brazier, and sighed softly as if he was talking to himself: "War does not appease the gods, he has nothing. Better... This is in line with your majesty's judgment."

The counselor of the wizard was silent for a while and asked in a low voice, "My lord, what do you think of the last message that Earl Cremonte sent before his death?"

"Are you talking about the'dragon'?" Palin Winterhold raised his eyebrows, and then slowly said in his thoughts, "Dragon...I have some information here. There have been all kinds of sporadic things all the time. The side news says that Gawain Cecil himself has a certain connection with the dragons, but there is no evidence that the Cecil Empire has established diplomacy with the real dragons. Therefore, if I am correct, the dragon mentioned by Earl Cremont ...It should not be a real dragon, but a dragon descendant."

"Dragonborn?" The mage advisor subconsciously repeated this word, "You mean... the Principality of Holy Dragon?"

"Cecile successfully knocked on the door of the Holy Dragon Principality. Last year, they established diplomatic relations with that mysterious country," Palin Winterhold nodded slightly, "So far there is still not much information about that country. But one thing is certain. The Holy Dragon Principality has always regarded itself as a "dragon descendant". They seem to have a certain degree of dragon power, but there are some books that record that they are actually incomplete dragons and cannot be like Real dragons fly and fight like real dragons... Regardless of the truth behind this, it seems that the Cecils must have received the help of those'dragonborn'."

The counselor of the wizard lowered his head and said regretfully: "...So, before we knew it, we took another big step with our opponent."

"Yes, we have also tried to establish contact with the Principality of the Holy Dragon, but after hitting a wall several times, we chose to give up... This may be a huge loss," Palin Winterhold shook his head. There are more secrets, and we are unable to investigate more, so let's report everything that happened here to Aldernan."

While talking, he raised his head and looked at the still cloudy sky through the circular patio in the central dome of the assembly hall-the power of the gods has faded, and the clouds are now just ordinary clouds.

"Regardless of the future, everything that happened here today... is destined to go down in history."

...

Rosetta Augustus listened quietly to the battle report from the front line, with no sadness or joy on her face. Pedinan Wendell stood beside him, just as silent as a sculpture.

This information came directly from Winterhold. Although it spans a long distance, there is almost no delay in time. Under the direct promotion of the Royal Mage Association and the Royal Cabinet, the communication system of various important areas of the empire has been in the past for a while. Over time, upgrades and replacements have been carried out regardless of cost. The new communication array has replaced the old communication technology, and the personnel flow in the entire communication tower network has been greatly simplified. Now, important information from the border area to the imperial capital no longer has to experience cumbersome The forwarding, transcript and delivery process can be directly sent to Rosetta Augustus’s office.

Before the blizzard on the border ended, Aldernan already knew the result of the air battle.

After finishing the communication, Rosetta was silent for a while and looked to her side: "Pei Di Nanqing, what do you think?"

"From the short-term results, we finally destroyed the Cecil's offensive power in the Shadow Marsh. For a while, they will no longer be able to use the armored train to launch the'Steel Propulsion'-even though the Cecil still has two vehicles. Armored trains, but they can’t all drive to the front. In addition, we have successfully eliminated a large amount of their air power and found out part of the opponent’s strength. This is the first time we have achieved such positive benefits on the air battlefield since the war began. . Of course, the price we paid is also very high, and even... it can be described as painful," Pei Dinan shook his head, "The above-mentioned results are at the cost of the annihilation of the national first, second, and fourth Griffin Knights. Here, Earl Cremont died in battle, and the two Battle Mage regiments he led were almost completely destroyed."

"One hundred and seventy-two regular knights have lost almost one-third of the battle so far... Ninety-six battle wizards have also lost one-tenth," Rosetta sighed slightly." In order to remove the'pollution' in the Knights Order, the price is not high..."

Rosetta's words made Perdinan's face more serious, and the old duke knew that those were more than just numbers.

That is the threshold that Typhon's upper class can bear, and it is also the tipping point for the Augustus royal family to rely on royal authority to maintain domestic order-although the royal family and some real power aristocrats know part of the truth behind this war and the nature of this war The above is to remove "pollution", but this does not mean that all these can be dealt with in the past by simple addition and subtraction.

People are dying on the front line every day, and the royal family is constantly sending troops and nobles to the "Winter Wolf Fort Meat Grinder". The pressure caused by all this will continue to accumulate, and the entire empire's ability to withstand this has its limits.

Even if the emperor's wrists are in the sky, and the royal authority is awesome, this awe and trust cannot be consumed indefinitely.

"It's almost there," Rosetta said softly suddenly.

Pei Dinan looked at each other: "Your Majesty?"

"Get ready, Pei Dinanqing," Rosetta stood up from behind her desk, and said casually as if she had ordered dinner for the day, "We should almost go to the front."

Pei Dinan was taken aback, then his eyes widened: "How can you..."

"This is a necessary part," Rosetta said lightly, "you just need to prepare."

Peri Dinan stared at Rosetta's eyes. After a few seconds, he seemed to have finally confirmed something and exhaled a long breath: "I understand, Your Majesty."