Sword of Daybreaker

Spider silk?

Malm Dunit showed a very brief look of consternation on his face, and in the next second, his consternation turned into fright.

The spider silk instantly integrated into his spiritual body, and then seemed to grow and spread from his body. Endless spider silk emerged from his skin and began to wrap around his body, which had become a spiritual body. The former pope gave a roar of exasperation, and then he wanted to summon the power of the gods to help himself out of trouble, but his efforts to make every effort did not respond-some kind of force blocked the connection between him and the gods. !

This is the fact that most shocked Malm Dunett, even better than the weird runes displayed by Philip and the weird spider silk emerging at the moment-how could there be something that can block his connection with the gods? How could something intercept the power of the Supreme God of War? ! There is an unprecedented solid connection between him and the gods at this moment. How could this connection be so easily broken? !

In anger and consternation, he roared in a hoarse and chaotic voice: "What have you done?! My connection with the Lord is the closest, how is it possible..."

His roar stopped halfway through, and the spider silk that had invaded his spirit had completely taken over his ability to act, and the figure of a white-haired girl appeared in his gradually frozen eyes.

The white-haired girl came to Malm Dunit with a serious look on her face: "Because you are closer to me now."

It is a pity that Malm Dunnett has not heard this answer.

It wasn't until this time that Philip really breathed a sigh of relief. He took a long breath while soothing his thumping heart, and then looked at the soldiers and civilians around him who were nervous about the situation and ready to help. Everyone-everyone took out the "mental protection device" that they carried with them. The nearest senior staff member put his hand on the button that sounded the alarm. Seeing everyone's reaction, the young imperial general was relieved. Slightly nodded: "Relieve the crisis, let's go back to our posts."

Then he looked at Naritel, who was standing aside, and Malm Dunit, who was sealed by layers of spider silk and showed a strange "cocoon" shape, couldn't help but say: "This is the **** is on the verge of madness The'ambassador' sent by Shi to spread the pollution? I didn't expect it to be so simple..."

Naritier shook her head immediately: "Because it's just an avatar, it's very simple."

"Just an avatar?" Philip suddenly widened his eyes.

"Well," Naritier nodded. "The soul is empty, and the personality and thinking are fake. Most of the actions should be controlled remotely by some hidden ontology... or it needs a lot of such incarnations to condense. It will form an ontology. In short, the connection between this avatar and the'ontology' has been broken, and I can't trace it-that is not in my web, the spider silk can't spread too far away from the neural network."

Philip could not help concealing his loss, so he could not help asking: "...Is this empty shell incarnation useful to us?"

"It's still useful," Narettire thought about it, and answered seriously. "After I went back, I asked Duvalt and Megall to help open it up, maybe some memory was left in it."

"That's hard work for you."

Philip nodded and said, then his eyes could not help but return to Malm Dunit, his face complexed when he glanced at the obvious and familiar sacred symbols on the other party's clothes. The young imperial general opened his mouth, as if to want to say something, but in the end all the words were reduced to a silent sigh.

He also believed in the God of War, and even until this moment, he could not tell whether he really gave up this faith.

As soon as he first learned about the hidden dangers of Tifeng’s catastrophe, Philip experienced a difficult period of thinking. He even stepped into the church of the Holy Light Church to discuss the issue of faith with the priests who found new teachings. This has some effects, and since then he has carefully studied many of His Majesty Gavin Cecil’s expositions on social order and religious beliefs, which also had some effects.

At least, his mind regained his strength after that, not to be confused about his words and deeds.

However, at this moment, once again seeing the symbols of belief in the God of War, and seeing a high-level priest from Tifeng, who has become a spokesperson for the mad god, he could not help but sigh and felt a loss and emptiness.

Suddenly he thought of what Gavin Cecile once said to himself in a small chat... Probably, this is the "pain" that many people in this world are destined to face once.

Naritier circled around Malm Dunett’s incarnation twice, “pulling” more spider silk out of the air, as if packing it seriously, and entangled the body of the unresponsive spirit more firmly. Then, she grabbed the wire mesh on the other side's waist and carried it—a sturdy adult who was much larger than her body size at the moment, seemed to have no weight in her hands. After doing all this, she looked up at Philip and said casually: "You have to be cautious. After all, you have been baptized and you have a very religious belief-according to the research of human perverts, here In this case, the "connection" has been established, even if you are not so religious, this connection does not seem to disappear easily."

Before the words fell, she had taken a step forward. The "old god" seemed to have crossed an invisible barrier, and her figure disappeared in front of everyone together with the "cargo" it carried.

Philip didn't have time to thank Narritir, which made this young general who always valued etiquette a little annoyed, but he didn't have much time to immerse himself in his feelings.

"General," an adjutant saw this and walked over. The adjutant still had a trace of nervousness on his face. It seemed that the sudden change just left him a deep impression. Was that the messenger that spread the pollution just now? It seems that the catastrophe over Tifeng has been completely out of control..."

Catastrophe, for most countries in the world, this thing is either an unheard of concept, or it is limited to high-level circulation of confidential information, or even a taboo that is prohibited from circulation. However, Sisi, who has faced two catastrophes The Er people are no strangers to it-the concept of catastrophe is written in Cecil textbooks, newspapers, radios, and the combat manuals of all frontline troops.

Everyone here knows what they are likely to face, and they will not have any taboo when talking about this.

"We can still doubt..." Philip said calmly, and Shen Sheng said, "But now it is basically certain that the out-of-control God of War pollution has infiltrated Tifeng's military system. The catastrophe has already erupted in Tifeng. From now on, We are fighting against the out-of-control God of War."

Philip seemed to finish the sentence with the utmost strength, and then he slowly raised his head, but instead of looking at his adjutant, he crossed the adjutant's shoulder, over the busy hall, and over the thick and sturdy Fort City Wall-That is the direction of Winter Wolf.

...

The sun has set two hours ago, and the rich night is covering the whole wasteland.

However, the silent night should be torn apart by continuous artillery fire. The flash of magic crystal shells bursting and the scorching rays swept through the cold night again and again. In the chilling roar, burst, roar, Winter Wolf Castle It seemed to be besieged by countless fierce beasts in the night, shaking violently in the continuous artillery bombardment.

But this "shake" is just an illusion. Andesa is familiar with the Winter Wolf Castle. She knows that the fortress is still strong. All the shield nodes have a high safety margin. The enchanting city wall has not been substantially substantiated so far. Destruction, and the mage guarding the fortress and the soldiers manipulating the wall ballista also have the rest of the rotation, and the defenders are still full of physical strength.

This is the most gratifying stalemate at present, and most of the credit for this situation should be attributed to the Black Flag Magician Group who came to aid in time.

In the sky southwest of the city wall, a large hazy magic halo accompanied by layers of rune light and shadows rising from the sky rose into the air. Under the powerful resonance amplification effect, the legion-level spell was formed again. The next second, away from the city wall A lightning storm loomed in the sky a few kilometers away. The thick thunder swept across the battlefield. In the bright flash brought by the thunder burst, the vision of Anderson’s transcendence was working at full strength. She vaguely saw Cypriot. The Cyr shelling position was on the edge of the lightning storm.

They seem to have retreated a bit again-and this will further weaken their own long-range artillery.

Not all "Skyfire" can cross a distance of several kilometers or even dozens of kilometers to hit the target. Cecil's magic guide device also has various range limits. After the distance is pulled away, a considerable part of small and medium-sized "Skyfire" You can no longer threaten the walls of Winterwolf.

But this is not so happy.

The legion-level spells that the Black Flag Magician Group is proud of can produce destructive fire throwing spells on the battlefield, but they can only be used for passive defense here, and the magic power condensed again and again is consumed in no battle. In the "deterrent bombing", the mages bombed the open ground with precious magic power, and only occasionally destroyed several advancing enemy teams, which was not a victory at all.

Since late at night, Count Palin Winterburgh's complexion has not improved.

However, Andesa knew that this was no way. There was only one sentence in the final analysis. The Cecilians were willing to spread their troops on the plains, and even if they eliminated several echelons, there were more echelons. From the back up, Winter Wolf Castle never reluctantly let the Black Flag Wizards step out of the city wall.

But this should not be the case...

Andes stood on the high terrace of the castle, frowning at the chaotic, turbulent cold night, and everything before her even made her suddenly feel a bit absurd.

She knew that something was wrong with the Church of God of War, which caused Tifeng to start the "war" by mistake. However, as the opponent Cecil... why is the reaction so strange?

They also seem determined to fight, but this is not in line with her grandfather and many military advisers in the country's judgment on the situation.

"General," the adjutant's voice suddenly came from behind, recalling Andersa's thoughts, "The Earl of Winterhold invites you to discuss the city defense plan tonight-he is in the East Hall."

Andersa finally looked back at the direction of the wall and turned to nod to the adjutant: "I know."

She took steps and was about to leave the terrace, but before passing by the adjutant, she stopped suddenly.

"General?"

"Is there any reply from the imperial capital? Matilda, your majesty, or my grandfather," she asked, "can there be an echo?"

"No," the lieutenant shook his head. "The communication to Aldnan has sent your letter three times, but no reply. The network of communication towers from the border to the Royal Capital has just been remodeled not long ago, it is difficult to say whether it will Some nodes have a problem of slow forwarding. If you are worried that there is a problem during the forwarding, we can send it again."

Forwarding is slow... at this time?

Andesa looked at his adjutant: "Claudeen, if we are all in great chaos here, then as the headquarters of the Ares church, Aldernan..."

"This is a terrible possibility, but at this stage we can only trust the judgment and abilities of His Majesty and Parliament," the adjutant said. "Everyone has their own things to do."

"...You're right," Andes hesitated for a few seconds and said helplessly.

In any case, obeying the order was the education she had received from childhood, and as a border commander, she also knew that she had limited powers and responsibilities.

"General, do you need to contact Aldnan again?" the adjutant asked.

"No more, I'm going to the East Hall to find the Earl of Winterhold," Andesa shook his head and walked forward, and at the same time casually commanded the adjutant, "You go to the hall on the first floor. I."

"Yes, general."

Andesha left the terrace, she walked down the spiral staircase, through the connecting corridor between the tower and the city wall, and quickly walked towards the east hall.

The cold night breeze, mixed with the sound of gunfire from afar, blew past her fine curly hair.

After passing a fork in the road, she stopped suddenly.

Andes looked up and looked at a tower not far away-it was a building like a mage tower, but at the top there was a weird ring that glowed slightly in the night, and the ring was moving Under the maintenance of the force field, it slowly rotates, and a low, faint hum resounds in the night.

That's the communication tower of Winter Wolf.

Andesa doesn't usually step into this facility because she doesn't have the talent of a spellcaster. She doesn't understand how the communication tower works, and she can't use the magic device inside. So this aspect has always been the wizards under her. Do it for you.

Now that the war has suddenly broken out, the various things in Winterwolf are chaotic, she has little time to breathe, and there is no chance to pay attention to the operation of the communication tower-this is not a matter that she should be personally concerned as the highest commander.

But at this moment, she stopped in front of the communication tower.

The situation... there seems to be something wrong, she feels that she may have missed a certain detail, or blinded her eyes by something.

Andersa suddenly looked, and pressed his hand against the hilt of his waist, striding toward the direction of the communication tower.

There are two battle golems standing quietly in front of the tower, and they seem to be operating normally.

Andesa crossed the two golems and reached out the door of the communication tower.

A trace of blood blew into her nostrils.