Sword of Daybreaker

Looking down from the air, the winter fortress group and the narrow plains to the west of the fortress group are already like a boiling sea of ​​luminescence——

Hundreds of thousands of extraordinary people are stationed in hundreds of large and small camps. This huge community of camps has formed an unimaginable giant network of mana. The surging magic power rushes across the vast land and continues to gather in the winter. At a dozen high points around the fortress group, light beams that penetrate the sky and the earth rise from the top of the mountain, and every time the light flashes, a powerful ball of light descends from the sky;

Cecil’s armored torrent is advancing towards the east front. Several armored trains are moving on the tracks. Tank clusters and various light and medium tanks are crushing the dry land in winter, and huge cannons blast in the billowing smoke. Dense flashes undulated layer upon layer like a surge in the front section of this "iron current", the shells and energy beams intertwined into a fire net and splashed on the distant plain;

The towering hill-like giant trudged the earth, facing the overwhelming ancient curse and contemporary artillery. Even the weakened body of the gods appeared strong and tough to despair in the face of angry attacks from mortals-the firepower that the two empires poured the power of the whole country into their heads succeeded in causing continuous damage However, the giant’s footsteps showed no signs of slowing down. He moved forward like an invincible knight, constantly destroying any line of defense that appeared in front of him, or using a longbow against the enemy to destroy those “worms who dared to hurt himself”. "The ants" were wiped out.

Inside the armored train of War Citizen, the roar of artillery passed through the barrier into the car body. The entire tactical section of the carriage was echoed with low and rolling thunder. Maryland came to an observation window on the side of the carriage, looking at the Winterhold Fortress from a distance. The direction of the group.

The fortress group was built between the mountains. The terrain of the core area of ​​the entire Winter Fortress line showed a gradual bulge along the border of the plain, and between the hillsides and hills above the ground, a brilliant stream of light was on the ground. Flowing, even though there have been many extinct "black areas" in it, this "sea of ​​light" formed by the gathering of mortal forces is still thrilling and magnificent.

"Really impressive..." The well-informed general couldn't help but sigh softly.

That is the miracle that Typhon has accumulated for hundreds of years to the present, with a large-scale army of transcendents. The magical vein of the mountains and plains should be the masterpiece of the Royal Mage Association, which Typhon people are most proud of. It is expensive, and the number of extraordinary people required on the entire continent may not be affordable by any country except Typhon and the Silver Empire. Affordable; it is not as efficient and stable as a magic net of the same size, at least if the same magic net is used to drive the creation of annihilation, there will be no such frequent overload and self-destruction; it may only last for a while, because of human After all, there is a limit to power, but even so, Maryland must pay tribute to this miracle-and he believes that even his loyal majesty would think so.

Is this the final peak of the extraordinary order of the old age...

The call of the communicator suddenly came from the side, interrupting Maryland's thinking: "The track has reached the end, and the front link has been blown up!"

Maryland raised his head, he saw that the plain was nearing its end, and the outermost buildings of the Winterhold Fortress group stood in the distance. The Cecil Legion had crossed the stalemate area that the two warring parties had been fighting over and over again, allowing the armored train to move. The railway has also come to an end.

The mountain-like giant is still advancing calmly and firmly. His goal is from the beginning to the end the castle on the top of the mountains with pure white ice and snow, as if there is something particularly important. The things that are absolutely attractive to him.

Suddenly, the giant raised his arm again, and a huge bow quickly formed in his hand. He looked around the battlefield next to him, and then suddenly backhanded an arrow-the huge arrow pierced the air, and fell into the plug almost instantly. In the steel torrent of Syl's regiment, the tanks and multi-purpose tanks near the drop site were evaded for the first time. However, after the explosion broke out, more than a dozen tanks were still wiped out in the horrible energy impact.

Then the giant turned his head again and continued to march towards the distant Winterhold.

Maryland's pupils shrank instantly--

This is the God of War that mortals believe in. It is the appearance of the gods that mortals have drawn with imagination since ancient times-without so many fancy decorations, without so many treacherous abilities, he will only sweep the battlefield with absolute power and use The tenacious body confronts all attacks-with perseverance, bravely moving forward in the enemy's line and eliminating all threats, this is the "classical depiction" of all heroic images on the battlefield from ancient times to the present.

This giant presents all the above characteristics perfectly.

Next to the War Citizen, one of the iron scepter armored trains that served as the **** mission was missing. On another track in the distance, the second half of the No. 0 armored train was also seriously damaged, and the remaining carriages were billowing thick. Smoke, this is the price paid for chasing the gods in the past short period of time.

Maryland took a breath and quickly issued instructions to the communicator on the side: "The armored train slows down and stops, and continues to attack the target with all weapons until the target leaves range; other ground troops continue to advance and maintain firepower output; 2. The Fourth Artillery Battalion moved forward, set up a new position at the 76th Heights, and continued to attack..."

...

Above the Iron Throne, weird stars and nights continued to envelop the earth, and hordes of shadows were passing through the high clouds, rushing towards the giant in iron gray armor in the distance-among them were silver-gray painted. Dragoon aircrafts also have dragons that are equipped with steel wings and soar directly in the clouds.

The high-altitude cold wind whistled across the wings, cutting the magical barrier of the body like a cold blade. The black dragon Su Jina felt the turbulent air current in the air, and slightly squinted her eyes to look into the distance.

The giant that can make the dragon tremble is already clearly visible.

"Maggie... When you wrote me to Cecil to'Experience Flying,' you didn't say you would fight this kind of stuff..."

The Black Dragon Commander murmured softly, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a fearless smile. She spread her wings as if embracing the sky, and the runes on the edge of the steel wing gleamed in the night sky beside her. The members of the dragon group also made similar moves one after another, and the speed of the entire aerial formation accelerated once again, dragging out a hazy illusion under the shining light of the stars.

The Typhonians are here to give up their lives, because it involves their lives and honor, and the Cecils are here to fight to the death, because it also involves their life and death and the concept of homeland, and the dragon descendants...as mercenaries They were originally outsiders, but at this moment they were as fierce and fearless as those humans, which may be difficult to understand in the eyes of outsiders.

But the Dragonborn feel right about it-they have received the money, and made solemn promises when they received the money.

The dragonborn may be a broken dragon, but the broken dragon also has its own dignity and creed: you must do things when you receive money, and you must do it when you promise.

Not to mention... the feeling of flying in the sky is really great.

...

Fiery flames burned on the ground, and the originally cold northwest border turned into a burning furnace on this day. In the Tifeng camp that has been completely destroyed, the out-of-control magic power spreading around is still continuing to lick The barracks in the land and ruins.

A message crystal that fell to the ground was mostly buried in the hot mud. After losing the support of the manipulator, the light on the surface of the crystal was rapidly dimming, but there was still a faint and vague voice coming from the depths of the crystal: "...call Camp No. 44, Winterhold Mage Tower called Camp No. 44... Report your... the flow of magic is unstable, we need to... receive a reply..."

The corpse, also buried in the soil, could not respond to the sound coming from the crystal. Apart from the crackling of the flames burning the barracks, there was only a low and low whistling when the magical power of out of control passed by at low altitude. But suddenly, there was one near the crystal. The pile of loose mud was pulled apart by a **** hand, and an invisible battle mage struggled to get out of the collapsed fortifications, wriggling in the mud.

He stretched his hand to the message crystal that was about to extinguish, and after receiving the magic power, the crystal brightened slightly again.

"This is... Camp No. 44..."

"Report your situation, the Tenth Annihilation Camp needs more magic power..."

"There is no more magic power... Camp No. 44 suffered a direct hit and was destroyed. The camps I can see nearby are also... Our people are dead."

The voice opposite the crystal was silent for two seconds, and then it sounded again: "Received, we will relocate the magic flow to the remaining camp, you can... retreat."

"……Roger that."

The crystal flickered a few times, and the severely damaged internal runes began to heat up, causing the surface of the crystal to be quickly covered with cracks. Before it was completely shattered, there was a last vague voice from it: "Thank you for your fighting, soldier……"

The crystal was torn apart with a crisp sound, and the battle mage threw away the useless crystal remains. He exhausted his last effort to turn himself over. The only remaining upper body was leaning on a piece like a ruined sack and it was no longer visible. On the ruins.

"You're welcome..."

He looked up at the sky, and the night and brilliant stars were reflected in his rapidly tarnished eyes. In the background of the sky, Cecil fighters and heavily armed dragons were flying in the direction of the Winterhold Fortress.

And behind Camp No. 44, in the wilderness leading to the fortress group, the hollow steel giant is still striding forward, and wherever he goes, flames are flowing.

...

"Camp No. 44 is gone. The last interception barrier we set up in front of the fortress group was destroyed three minutes ago," a high-ranking battle mage said to Palin Winterhold with a heavy tone, "So far, we The frontal defensive strength of the group is less than 30%, and only the walls, shields and mage towers of the fortress group themselves are left.

"Their sacrifices have bought us precious time and magic power. If Annihilation can be launched once more, we will be one step closer to the final victory." The Count of Winterhold said solemnly, while watching the magical illusion not far away. One glance-the eyes of the mage set up in the sky looked at the Winter Fortress from a distance. In the mountains where the fortress group is located, the light beams that penetrate the sky and the earth have been extinguished by more than half, and the magic network flowing on the earth has also become a lot of scars. Hundred holes, there are shocking sights everywhere.

The Transcendent node set near the line of defense to maintain the supply of magic power has suffered heavy losses, but the annihilation camps in the fortress group have also been mostly extinguished... Therefore, even if the entire line of defense is faltering, this huge magic network has not completely collapsed.

This may be the only "good thing" that has happened here since the outbreak of the fighting...

Palin Winterhold shook his head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, there was only a steadfast light in his eyes.

...

In the Secret Hall, the illusory and hazy starlight has completely penetrated the original walls, floors and roofs. The whole hall is like a glass room placed among the stars of the universe, with a strange eye outlined by disorderly lines floating in this area. In the center of "Xinghai", his hollow "pupil" is watching the image presented by the magical projection not far away.

In that magic projection, the battle scenes captured by the eyes of the surviving wizards constantly flashed, or the images of the iron giant stepping forward, or the scene of Cecil's army advancing from the sky and the surface at the same time.

"...It's really thrilling... I didn't expect that you would develop into this way during the time I was sleeping... I thought that after the tide was destroyed by the dragon clan, I would never see such a brave mortal again, but no I think that your group of "deceased people" who have emerged from the ruins can also do so. It's incredible, it's really incredible... You mortals are far tougher than I thought."

"Mortals are easily knocked down, but they can always get up. Our history continues to this day," said Rosetta Augustus, standing in the background of the "starry sky" in a calm tone, and then he watched Glancing at the iron-colored giant in the magic projection, he changed the subject calmly, "Now, we can cause enough harm to him."

"Enough? Enough? It may be enough... It's really a subtle question," said the intricately empty eyes casually, "I can't tell you quantitatively that a **** is in your mortals. How much damage was suffered under the attack... But compared to when you fought alone at the beginning, your chances of success are indeed much higher now."

"Then you must also fulfill your promise."

"Of course, I will honor it... But the premise is that you can really give him a fatal blow at the time-this needs to weaken him as much as possible. You know, my current strength is very limited, in this state It’s quite a challenge to deal with a complete god."

Rosetta stared quietly at the hollow eye floating not far from her, and it took a long time to say in a low tone, "We will do it."

...

When a turbulent wave is set off in the human world, distant eyes are also watching this battlefield between mortals and gods.

On the top floor of the towering central temple, which was large enough to overlook the entire Tarrond, the figure with blond hair was standing in the light of the sunset, silently looking at the direction of the mainland of Loren.

Herragor stood aside respectfully and said in a low voice, "My lord, you have been watching it for a long time."

The blond figure was silent for a second before whispering, "For me, this is just a moment."

Herragor didn't say much, he just followed the god's gaze and looked into the distance, but he quickly retracted his gaze.

He knew what was happening in that direction, and what was happening...reminded him of a long time ago.

But he knew that he shouldn't recall those things, especially in this place.