Sword of Daybreaker

One of the most dangerous and fierce battles in human history is over, but for the "war" itself, the ending is still a long and careful process.

In the front command post of Winter Wolf Fort, Gawain sat at a long table with Philip, Maryland, Solderlin, and Amber. The magic net terminal on the table was shimmering, and the topographic map of the entire Winter Fort area was covered. Projected in the air above the desktop, there are many other holographic projections showing the situation of various troops in the area, as well as pictures from Cecil City.

"In the past few hours, we have had three troops passing by the Typhon. Although there is no conflict at present, considering the poor communication between some frontline soldiers and the rear, some of the Typhon army has also been broken up. Many small units are in a state of losing contact and out of control. I suggest that the soldiers who entered the eastern side of the belt plain should be withdrawn to the middle of the plain," Philip said. "The Typhons’ guardian knights and wizards have begun to resume operations. Many areas are With the gradual blockade, it is no longer necessary for the search forces to continue to operate in the area controlled by Winterhold."

"Hey--" Amber couldn't help sighing. "After fighting with the God of War, I had the illusion that everything was settled in this war... I almost forgot that this is actually us and Typhon. Human'battlefield'..."

"It's not just you who have such an illusion, we have this feeling more or less, after all... that is the God of War, we just fought head-on with God," Maryland smiled bitterly, spreading his hands, "and I believe Feng's side is even more chaotic than us-I hope they can fully restore their command system to normal as soon as possible. There are too many small groups of troops on the battlefield that have been broken up, all of them are magic crystal bombs that will detonate at any time. ."

What Maryland is talking about is the complex situation that both Typhon and Cecil's frontline forces are facing: the battle is over, but the remaining fire of this "war" has not been safely extinguished. Although the top leaders of both sides knew the real situation, reached a certain tacit agreement, and had issued a temporary ceasefire order, it took a while for both sides' orders to take effect for the chaotic post-war situation-during this time, a lot of and the rear were lost. Contact combat troops are still waiting for orders on this scorched earth. The respective search troops of both sides are active on this broken line of defense, looking for their separated troops or battlefield resources. In a sense, this is more than The war itself tightened the nerves even more.

"Philip was right," Gawain broke his silence. "What's the reply from Winterhold?"

"We have established a temporary communication line with Typhon," Solderlin stood up and said, "Citizen of War, which stays on the edge of the war zone, serves as a temporary magic net hub, and a part of the still operational steel ambassadors enter Typhon's control area acts as a'messenger', and now it is finally possible to communicate with Winterhold. The Typhonians also have the willingness to withdraw some troops back to their garrison, and delimit part of the war zone as a'buffer area', allowing only medical treatment for both parties Enter with the search and rescue forces. But they hope that we will withdraw one after another, at least let the mechanical units of the first and second regiments withdraw first."

"Huh?" Amber immediately muttered subconsciously, "Why do we have to go backwards..."

"Because our two tank regiments have already reached the Typhon camp at the foot of the mountain-we just drove in," Maryland said with a bit of embarrassment. "The situation was too chaotic in the final stage... Fortunately, we haven't fought."

Amber: "...ah, oh..."

"We can withdraw from the alert circle of the Winterhold Fortress group-this is considered a reasonable request from the other party," Gao Wen said, breaking the awkward atmosphere on the field. "The ground forces shrink, but the long-range artillery positions set up in the middle of the plain require For the time being-Rosetta may be a trustworthy monarch, but now this chaotic battlefield is not very safe. We must retain the ability to provide cover for search and rescue forces entering the theater."

"Understand, I will make arrangements," Philip nodded, and then asked again, "Then about the teams entering the military buffer zone..."

"Medical and search and rescue forces..." Gao Wen thought for a while, and made arrangements casually, "Let the two battle groups of the Iron Holy Power and the Scarlet Holy Light enter. They are more experienced in dealing with search and rescue missions in the field."

This arrangement was reasonable, but Maryland on the side could not help showing a look of embarrassment. He thought of the "Holy Warhammer-II" heavy tanks and the large burners used to clear the battlefield that the priests and nuns beloved, and he hesitated. He said: "Your Majesty, are these two battle groups likely to cause misunderstanding? Their style..."

"They are the most suitable ones-and to be honest, aren't all the pastors here in this style?" Of course, Gawain knows what Maryland is talking about, but in this regard he has already adapted to it, and even complained about the interest. It’s all gone. "Communicate with Winterhold and send them the standard emblem of the Holy Light. This will help their frontline troops to identify. Make the situation clear-although those people are driving tanks and equipped Heavy artillery, using warhammers and heavy burners, but they are indeed for the medical unit..."

Listening to Gawain's instructions, Maryland nodded seriously: "Yes, I understand."

The details of the aftermath have been properly discussed, and relevant instructions have been issued one by one. Although the entire border theater is still in chaos, the most basic order has gradually been restored. Whether it is Cecil or Typhon, those in power are well aware of this time. What to do. Combat troops began to withdraw cautiously from sensitive areas, and the communications of the grassroots units were rebuilt. Some units that lost contact during the battle were successfully recovered, and some began to return to the nearest higher-level camp on their own, although many of the most grass-roots soldiers still don’t know. What will happen tomorrow, but at least everyone knows that they survived today-this life is precious.

After the temporary meeting, Gawain left the busy command hall. After telling the others his whereabouts, he took Amber to an open space in the atrium of the castle—the entire Winter Wolf Fort was covered from top to bottom. Under busy conditions, this is a rare clean place in the castle.

Several heavily armed manic infantry guards here. A young lady with black hair and black dress is standing quietly in the clearing. She seems to have been waiting here for a long time, but until Gawain appears, she has no face. The look of impatience.

Gawain came to the black-haired lady: "Ms. Diana, sorry for making you wait a while longer. The meeting is longer than I expected."

"You don't need to apologize," the black-haired Typhon maid bowed her head slightly. "I can imagine how messy you have to deal with after the battle is over. In order to make those who have survived hard to survive, I don't mind waiting a little longer. ."

Gawain looked at each other up and down. He always felt that the "Maid Typhon" who called herself Diana had a familiar and special temperament on him, but he couldn't tell what it was for a while, so he just said casually: "... Obviously, you can't be an ordinary maid. An ordinary maid does not have your opinion."

"I take this as your compliment," Diana said meticulously, then raised her head and glanced at the direction of Winterhold. "Then, my mission has been completed, can I leave here?"

"Of course," Gawain nodded. "You are not our prisoner. The door here is open at any time-say hello to your master for me and tell him by the way that I look forward to talking to him on a more formal occasion. "

"I will," Diana took a small step back, then bowed slightly, and lifted the skirts on both sides with flawless etiquette, "Then, let me retire..."

While talking, her figure gradually faded in the air, and Gawain was also ready to watch the other person leave. However, at this moment, a gentle female voice suddenly came from the direction of the corridor not far away, calling Breaking off Diana's leaving movement: "Wait a minute-turn around."

Gawain followed the prestige with amazement and saw Veronica holding a platinum scepter standing in the corridor at the edge of the courtyard, while Diana, who was about to leave next to him, had the effect of the shadow spell cancelled in an instant. There was obvious consternation on the face that had never changed much expression, and he looked at the "Princess Saint" in the corridor dumbfounded.

Veronica walked over quickly, with a rare serious expression on her face. Gawain was surprised at this: "What's the problem?"

"Who is this?" Veronica frowned slightly at the black-haired maid who seemed to be frozen in place. Although her tone was still gentle, her attitude was obviously very serious.

Amber on the side said immediately: "She's Diana, and she's from the Winterhold—you should have received the news. She is the'messenger' sent by Rosetta Augustus."

"Diana... the messenger sent by Typhon?" Veronica murmured with a weird expression, and couldn't help but looked Diana up and down, and then suddenly said quickly, "Self-check, execute sequence 335, output the conclusion to the language module."

As her voice fell, the "maid" from Typhon suddenly stiffened, and then there was a faint buzzing sound and the sound of a metal device rubbing against it for a few seconds. Afterwards, a gleam of light appeared in the depths of her eyes, and she quickly replied: "Self-check, execute sequence 335...error, mental core is misplaced, the original logic library has been reset..."

Accompanied by another strange noise coming from the body, the black-haired maid suddenly seemed to wake up from a certain state of loss. She shook her body and stared at Veronica's eyes: "Who are you?"

"The core of the mind is out of the Ironman network... the original logic library has also been overwritten... Can't even recognize my magic pattern?" Veronica was surprised, "Do you remember who I am? ?"

Diana did not answer her question, but repeated it again: "Who are you?"

"...I'm the commander of the Ironman Corps, Ophelia Norton," Veronica said slowly, staring at each other, "Identify it again, can you recognize it?"

Then she quickly reported a series of numbers, as if it were some kind of code.

Diana seemed to be greatly touched, even her body shook obviously, and I don't know if it was an illusion, Gawain even felt that the air around the other party was slightly warm, it seemed that this lady was generating amazing heat in her body—— Then she stabilized a bit and looked at Veronica's eyes: "The password...passed...but I don't understand...unrecognizable, my recognition function...broken down hundreds of years ago, and no maintenance can be provided in this era. Facilities..."

"Failure...This makes sense, but how did you come to the human world?" Veronica frowned and stared closely at Diana's eyes. "How many years have you been in the human world?"

Gao Wen listened confusedly by the side. By this time, he finally guessed something vaguely-that was the knowledge found from the memory of the original owner of the body, but the corresponding conclusion was a bit too surprising: "Wait Now, Veronica, I listen to what you talked about... You mean this lady Diana is a member of the Iron Man Corps? She is..."

"Iron Soldier, it seems to be a relatively late model, but it seems that some kind of change has taken place in the core of the mind, and it has been out of the control of the original logic library," Veronica explained before Gao Wen finished, "I have never seen it. After this situation...but I am not an expert in iron man technology."

Amber was even more confused than Gawain from just now. Only then did she understand what was going on. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at the tall black-haired lady incredulously: "Iron Man!? That's... Gao Wen, you mentioned to us, the kind of "iron man" from the Gondor era?"

Not only did things go beyond the expectations of Gao Wen and others, even Diana, who was at the center, seemed a little bit astonished. However, the "iron man soldier" recovered his calm in a very short period of time-or restarted himself. Mind, she regained that graceful and calm posture, and nodded to Amber: "Sorry, the changes in the situation made me unexpected. That's right, I am the'iron man' from the Gondor era in your mouth-mine That’s what the creator told me."

"It looks like a normal human being..." Kohaku couldn't help sighing from the side. "When I first heard the name'Iron Man', I thought it would be the kind of robotic doll covered in steel, like The kind of steel golems or mechanics made by the wizards... I didn't expect it to be pretty."

Diana nodded calmly: "Thank you for your compliment-although outward praise is not important to me."

"Hey, you're welcome, everyone is from the Gondor era," Amber rolled his eyes, and he didn't know what he thought of, and stretched out his hand to the other party with a smile, "Hello, I'm a robot from the Gondor Empire—we are barely considered to be. 'Comrades'?"

Diana didn't respond to Kohaku's hand stretched out. She just looked at the little half-elf, tilted her head, and showed unabashed confusion on her face.

Then she retracted her gaze and looked at Veronica: "Your password is correct. I can log you temporarily as Ophelia Norton, but I have left the Ironman and no longer accept your instructions."

This answer was obviously completely beyond Veronica's expectation. The latter suddenly narrowed her eyes: "Leaving the Ironman Corps? How did you do it?"