Sword of Daybreaker

The seventh flash of light rose from a mountain peak in the direction of Winter Fort. After a short delay, an irregularly shaped mushroom cloud rose up from the edge of the plain. The pale magical turbulence flowed around the bottom of the mushroom cloud and burned all the way. Annihilating everything along the way, the deafening roar echoed between heaven and earth, as if it could shake the mountains.

Then, a huge body shredded the tumbling heat and smoke. There were many cracks in his armor. Rust-colored gas gushed out from the cracks. Hot magma was flowing under the giant's feet. He raised his head, hollow. Two groups of dark red flames in the depths of his helmet jumped, looking far in the direction of a certain high mountain-a minute ago, the position on that mountain released the seventh annihilation wound.

In the next second, a chaotic and crazy cascading noise came from the giant's helmet. It seemed to be a battle cry that humans could not understand. Then he raised his arm high, and a long bow instantly formed in his hand. He aimed at the distant place. On the mountain peak, the longbow was pulled open in a heroic and brave posture that all mortals in the world could only imagine, and a blood-colored arrow appeared on the bowstring out of thin air.

Then the giant released the bowstring, and the huge **** arrow pierced the air, and almost instantly fell on the distant mountain peak-the sky above the latter almost at the same time raised layers of thick barriers. The blood-colored arrows hit the surface of the barriers, and with the ear-piercing screams that tear the sky apart, the layered barriers were continuously pierced almost instantly, and a huge explosion enveloped the entire mountain.

The white light beam that pierced through the sky above the mountain flickered violently for a few times, and then it was completely extinguished in the rising explosion cloud, and at the foot of the mountain, a large swath of Tifeng camp, flowing with magical light, seemed to be swallowed by darkness. One after another, it dimmed. If someone looked down from the sky at this moment, they would see a large area of ​​cavities in the magic network formed by hundreds of thousands of extraordinary people covering the entire Winterhold area, which was shocking.

In the Secret Hall, the voice that rang in the transmission crystal trembled: "The black thorn wizards were wiped out! The seventh node is invalid! The magic flow has a deviation of 9%!"

There was a short silence in the hall for a second, and then a quiet and flat voice sounded in the empty secret hall:

"carry on."

...

On the opposite side of the confrontation area, the terrifying sight between the mountains and plains of Winterhold shook the minds of every witness. The huge ball of light that continuously rose, the giant straddling in the torrent of magical power, and the mortal defense line that was extinguished one after another It is like a picture in the doomsday, even if it is separated by a long distance, it is still enough to shock people.

Dragoon scouts sent a clearer image from a closer distance-under the premise of carefully maintaining a safe distance, they clearly photographed the out-of-control and cold-hearted **** who was constantly advancing under the continuous bombardment of Annihilation. The sight.

Amber stood beside Gao Wen, staring wide-eyed at the distant scene projected by the magic net terminal in front of him, and couldn't help exclaiming for a long time: "They still hide such a powerful thing..."

"This is Typhon's'National Power'..." Gao Wen slowly said in a deep voice, "It's really... impressive."

At the same time, a sentence of emotion suddenly appeared in his heart: If Rosetta Augustus didn't want to go the bloodless route and chose to declare war on Anzu, then Anzu might be gone, right?

This world... is really an abyss everywhere.

At this moment, another magic net terminal placed nearby suddenly buzzed, the projection crystal above the terminal lit up, and the figure of Maryland appeared in the holographic projection. The background behind him was inside a busy armored train. The sight.

"Your Majesty," Maryland first gave a military salute, and then said in a hurry, "We have arrived at the Typhon control area. The Typhon outposts set up here are all finished-the railway ahead can be advanced for a short period, and the tank troops are also Can enter at any time, shall we fight?"

Gao Wen did not answer immediately, but raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of the Winterhold defense line.

Even through the thick walls and the long distance, he can still imagine what is happening on that battlefield: the God of War, who has completely lost his mind and turned into a natural disaster, is still advancing, and the line of defense composed of mortals is ripping away. The large-scale mage positions near the fort are being destroyed one by one, and hundreds of Typhons die every minute in the magic turbulence and the counterattack of the gods.

Typhon, this terrifying behemoth, the most powerful competition and threat of the Cecil Empire, and the deep military empire, is now bleeding in minutes. The powerful force accumulated over hundreds of years is unprecedented. The speed is consumed-as long as you wait a while, the most elite troops of this behemoth will be shredded by the **** of war, and wait a while, the Typhon's defense line will be penetrated, wait more After a while, Typhon will never be a threat to Cecil.

And the God of War may be fully weakened in this process, and become easier to be killed: so many consecutive bombings of Annihilation on a weakened god, it can be severely damaged if it is not killed. At that time, perhaps the most "cost-effective" time to attack.

The black-haired maid named "Diana" just stood quietly behind Gao Wen. Although she was in the "enemy" base camp and there were many soldiers watching by her side, this lady from Typhon still looked very Calm and indifferent, she stared at Gawain's back with no emotional fluctuations, neither urging nor persuading, just like a bystander who has nothing to do with herself, here quietly calculating every turning point in history. Seconds.

Gao Wen smiled, without much hesitation, he looked at the communication device on the side: "Maryland, the whole army is attacking."

...

The cold wind roared across the dry plain, and the armored train "War Citizen" crouched quietly on a temporary railway in the confrontation area of ​​Typhon-Cecile like a giant steel beast. On both sides of ", on the parallel tracks, there are two trains of "Iron Wands" for **** missions and the "Zero" armored train that rushed from Changfeng Fortress, around these giant beasts and In the rear, you can even see the neatly arranged tanks and multifunctional tanks, as well as the large magic guided guns that are pulled by the high-horsepower front and can be placed in the fortifications as fixed cannons.

The army formed by giant steel beasts spread and lined up on the plain. Hunters anxiously awaited orders from the rear. Among the soldiers who manipulated these war machines, many of them had participated in the hunt for the "false gods". "The action of mortals participating in an action of hunting a **** is enough to be praised by poets, and now they have the opportunity to hunt twice.

And unlike the previous "false gods", this time they will face a stronger and more "orthodox" god.

In the distance, in the direction of the Winterhold fortress group, dozens of bright beams pierced the "night" brought by the weird starry sky. One of the beams suddenly flickered. After a while, there was an earth-shattering explosion on the plain. Four The overflowing magical turbulence rose into the air like a new sun, and after the same moment, that beam of light suddenly extinguished.

In the armored train of War Citizen, a high-ranking officer hurriedly passed through the busy seats and came to Maryland with a quick tone: "General! Can we fight? The commanders of several tank regiments have already sent me several times. Inquired..."

Maryland, who was dressed in uniform, just hung up the communication. This calm temperament, the middle-aged general of knight origin, heard his subordinates, and only briefly said a few words: "The order is here-fight!"

"Yes! General!" The high-ranking officer slapped a military salute and said loudly, but he stopped suddenly before turning around and turned to look at Maryland with a trace of doubt. "Yes, which way to fight? ?"

Maryland immediately glared at the other person: "I have to ask?! Of course it is the biggest and easiest to target!"

The senior officer had a brilliant smile on his face, and his voice was particularly loud: "Yes! General!!"

In the next second, surging magic power was injected into the engine and power spine, gears and connecting rods were rotated by the magic mechanism, the chariot began to advance, and the huge steel legion surged toward the direction of the winter fort defense like a flood. Go--and after a short delay, the large rainbow light generator at the rear of the War Citizen made a buzzing sound, and the dazzling white light began to surge on the surface of the focusing crystal, accompanied by a whistle of tearing the air. The magic torrent of pure arcane energy converged instantaneously across a long distance and bombarded the iron-grey giant that was constantly advancing in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, there were two orbital acceleration main guns before and after the war citizen, the main gun of the No. 0 armored train, the main gun and the secondary gun of the iron scepter...

"Boom boom boom—"

The roar of the magic weapon sounded one after another, and a continuous flash of light suddenly lit up in the surge formed by the torrent of steel. The powerful beams and shells rained across the distant distance, bombarding the fortress group that has reached the Winterhold. Out of control gods.

Such a huge and conspicuous "Iron Giant"... is indeed quite easy to target.

...

"The entire army of the Frost Battle Mage Corps is annihilated! Node 11 has failed! The flow of magic power is experiencing a serious imbalance, and our magic network is at risk of regional disintegration!"

"The 12th to 16th camps in the magic power supply area lost contact, and the garrison troops at the 19th and 22nd camps suffered heavy casualties, unable to support the node, and have withdrawn from the battle!"

"The Eighth Regiment of the National Knights has lost contact..."

"The Fourth Griffin Knights completed the aerial attack mission and returned 40%..."

The news from various mage outposts was continuously gathered in this largest mage tower. Palin Winterhold sitting on the tower held his staff tightly, his face was as cold as the mountains in winter.

The elites accumulated in the empire for so many years are being consumed at a terrifying speed. He no longer feels heartache, but feels extremely absurd. However, the most absurd thing is that the terrifying giant is still alive and has begun to attack the winter castle. In the fortress group, mortal attacks can only cause limited damage to him, but each of his counterattacks means the demise of a certain unit.

The pressure this brings to people is terrifying. Even Typhon soldiers who are rock-solid will only feel fear and shake in the face of such a battle for a long time.

Up to now, the entire defense line has not collapsed. It can only be said that it is due to three aspects: on the one hand, the soldiers have shown their greatest courage in the situation of irresistible retreat, on the other hand, Pei Dinan, who is responsible for the overall situation of the town on the front line. The old Duke Wendell used the power of the Guardian Knights to forcibly maintain the most basic morale and order. The last aspect... is because the line of defense is really wide, and the troops that were removed under the wrath of the gods are defeated too fast. As for the small units in every corner of the line of defense, they couldn't intuitively feel what kind of deaths and injuries this long line of defense was experiencing every minute and every second.

Only those who can understand the entire battle can know what mortals are facing on this battlefield.

"Is this a divine disaster..." the earl of Winterhold could not help muttering to himself, "what have we believed in for thousands of years..."

He subconsciously glanced at the magic projection not far away, and was seeing the ruthless and cold giant roar tearing through the sky. In the depths of the hollow helmet, there seemed to be the world in the two inhumane flames. The most extreme madness of all.

He has no sacredness, and has completely turned into a pure natural disaster and monster. He is relying on instinct to slaughter all the creatures on this land, or... is creating a war where everyone must die.

At this moment, the light suddenly lit from the edge of the magic projection attracted the attention of the earl of Winterhold. The next moment he saw the iron-grey giant burst into huge firelights-just a few seconds later, such as The rain-like beams and shells poured down, covering the entire area where the giant was located.

The Earl of Winterhold was stunned for two seconds before realizing that it was a scene created by the Cecilians.

The Cecils have crossed the confrontation and firefighting zone and entered the control area of ​​the Typhon Empire-but all the outposts set up on the edge of the original defense line have been destroyed by the mad god, and no one has given warning and warning of the arrival of the Cecils. Notification.

Of course, no one cares about this in this situation at this moment.

"Your Majesty! The Cecils have launched an attack!" Palin Winterhold quickly came to the Transmission Crystal, said in a hurry while activating the spell, and then explained, "Ah, they didn't attack us... "

"...Maintain the attack frequency of Annihilation as much as possible," the voice from the opposite side of the crystal was as calm as always, "up to now, this battle has just entered the topic."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

In any case, the arrival of the Cecils greatly encouraged the officers and soldiers on the line of defense. When they saw the torrent of artillery and arcane fire falling from the sky on the iron giant, even the most determined knight could not bear it. I was greatly relieved-no Typhon had ever imagined such a situation, had never imagined that he would be inspired by the appearance of the Cecil, and never imagined the cannonballs and arcane torrents that fell from the sky. Turns out to be something that makes me feel at ease.

The defensive line that had just faltered once again stabilized, the mortals did not retreat, and the sky-shaking artillery fired again.

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