The Boa Vulgaris and the Iron Scepter armored train were running parallel to each other. The two war machines had left the plains and entered the mountain area near the Shadowy Swamp a few minutes ago. Small rolling mountains passed by quickly outside the window, and the sky was dimmer than before.
Maryland came to the window and saw that the sky outside the window was completely shrouded in iron-gray clouds. The weak sunlight barely penetrated the clouds, and a disturbing white glow appeared in the depths of the clouds. The cold wind was howling outside the window. Snow and dust in the distance were swept up by the wind, forming a layer of floating turbid curtain. There was no one in the depths of the curtain.
This was a typical no-man's land on the northern border. Similar desolation was very common here.
Currently, this gloomy weather was very common in recent days.
However, a faint uneasiness lingered in Maryland's heart. He could not tell the source of this uneasiness, but his experience on the battlefield made him not dare to put this kind of 'intuition' at the back of his mind. He had always believed in the ideas of the great scholar Farman from the First Ansu Dynasty. The scholar once famously said that behind all intuition were clues ignored by the surface consciousness.
This uneasiness did not come out of thin air. There must be something wrong in the surroundings. He had not noticed it yet, but his subconscious had noticed the danger. Now, it was his years of experience of life and death that made the alarm in his subconscious mind.
"General." The adjutant next to him noticed Maryland's gloomy expression, which was particularly abnormal after a successful military mission. "What happened?"
"Did the aerial reconnaissance find anything?" Maryland frowned. "Is there any news from the ground reconnaissance team?"
The adjutant was stunned for a moment. He did not understand why the commanding officer suddenly asked about this at this time, but he immediately replied, "We just contacted them five minutes ago. Everything is normal. We have entered the long-range artillery cover area of Highland 18. The Typhon people have suffered a loss here before. They should not do the same thing again."
Then he paused and continued, "Also, the dragon riders just sent a message that the clouds in the sky are increasing. It has affected the visual effect of the reconnaissance. They are lowering the altitude."
"Clouds …" Maryland subconsciously repeated the word. His eyes fell on the thick clouds in the sky again. Suddenly, he felt that the shape and color of the clouds seemed to be a little strange. It did not look like natural conditions. This made his vigilance rise to the peak. "I feel that something is not right … Let the dragon riders pay attention to the movements in the clouds. The Typhon people may launch an air attack with the help of the clouds!"
The adjutant's eyes widened slightly. He quickly carried out the order of the commanding officer, and then returned to Maryland with a trace of doubt. "Is this possible? Sir? Even with the help of the clouds, the flying sorcerers and griffins should not have been able to the dragon riders … "
Maryland did not answer. He just stared at the sky outside. In the steel-gray clouds, snowflakes had begun to fall, and in the next ten seconds, the falling snowflakes rapidly increased and became denser. The howling cold wind outside the window became more and more violent. A word flashed through Maryland's mind like lightning — a blizzard.
At this moment, he suddenly came up with a seemingly absurd and chilling idea: in the northern region during winter, wind and snow were normal things, but what if … the Typhon people used some powerful miraculous power to artificially create a blizzard?
What if this snowstorm wasn't just a snowstorm?
"Sir!" A technical soldier suddenly reported. "The magic sensor on the vehicle has failed! All the sensors have been interfered with! "
"Call the Shadowy Swamp base and request air support from the dragon riders special combat echelon," Maryland ordered without hesitation. "We may be in trouble!"
…
The wind was howling outside the shield. The cold air current in the high altitude, which was so powerful that even the high-order powerhouses would be deterred, was wrapped in razor-sharp ice crystals. The thick clouds were rolling in all directions like a thick sludge that could not be dissolved. Every time the clouds rolled, there were faint roars and groans. This was an environment that was difficult for humans to survive. Even the strong military griffins could not fly in this kind of cloud. However, Cremonte did not feel the pressure and damage brought by this bad weather. On the contrary, he felt like he was bathing in the spring breeze in this source of the blizzard.
The hundreds of combat sorcerers and the large number of Griffin Knight flying beside him were equally relaxed.
The terrible wind and low temperature seemed to take the initiative to bypass these Typhon soldiers. The solid blocking force in the clouds did not affect them at all. Cremonte flew in the wind and thick clouds. The clouds did not block his vision but allowed him to clearly see everything inside and outside the clouds like an extra pair of eyes.
He lowered his altitude slightly and looked at the Cecil flying machines patrolling in the distance from the edge of the clouds. At the same time, he looked down at the armored train on the ground from the corner of his eye. Endless magic surged around him. He felt that every breath he took was replenishing his strength. This was a feeling he had never felt in the past decades of his life as a sorcerer.
This was one of the miraculous rituals of the God of War — the Army of Ten Thousand in the Storm.
As a sorcerer, Cremonte did not know much about the details of the Church of the God of War. But as a scholar, he at least knew these famous miraculous rituals and the corresponding religious allusions behind them. Among the descriptions of the many great deeds of the God of War, there is a chapter which describes the image and actions of this deity thus: "He marched in the midst of the storm, and the wicked looked upon Him with fear, and saw only a giant in grey armor standing in the midst of the storm." This giant was invisible in the eyes of the mediocre. Only the ubiquitous storm was his cape and flag. The warriors followed this flag, and in the storm, they were granted endless power and three lives. In the end, they won the destined victory.
Now, the mages and griffin knights who were flying in the snowstorm and preparing to carry out the air strike were the "warriors" in the fables.
Cremonte took a deep breath and felt the surging magic in his body. He activated the communication spell: "Spread out and group up according to the plan. Get close to those flying machines. Destroy those damn machines first. Cecil's mobile fortress will be easy to deal with!"
The combat sorcerers and Griffin Knight in the clouds quickly began to carry out the commander's order. In the formation of a mixed group, they moved closer to those flying machines. At this moment, the snowstorm had completely formed.
…
Within the curtains formed by the howling winds, billowing clouds, snow, and water vapor, visibility was rapidly decreasing. Such terrible weather had already begun to interfere with the normal flight of the dragon knights. In order to deal with the worsening weather conditions, the flying machines patrolling the skies had all activated additional environmental protection.
Shields that were thicker and more solid than usual glittered around the aircrafts. The power spines of the aircrafts hummed, transferring more energy to the protection and stabilization system. The 'dragon wings' on both sides of the cone-shaped aircrafts slightly retracted, and additional groups of runes lit up on the edges of the wing-like structure. More powerful wind blessings and elemental affinity spells were added to the enormous iron machines. Under the effect of the temporary enchantment, the aircrafts that were jolted by the airflow gradually regained their stability.
The commander of the dragoon squadron gripped the control stick in his hand tightly and observed the surrounding environment with rapt attention. As an experienced gryphon rider, he had carried out flying missions in bad weather before, but this was the first time he had encountered such a huge snowstorm. The communication from the surface made him more vigilant. At this moment, the suddenly stronger airflow seemed to confirm the commander's concern: this storm was very abnormal.
Typhon's people might be hiding in the depths of the clouds.
The visibility dropped to an unsettling level, and the situation in the distance could no longer be seen clearly with the naked eye. The mechanics activated an additional filter around the cockpit. Under the effect of the Detect Distortion spell, the surrounding clouds appeared in a hazy form in the eyes of the captain. It was not clear, but at least it could be used as a warning.
On the surface, the sweeping snow also seriously interfered with vision. The figures of the two armored trains looked hazy, but it was vaguely possible to tell that they were gradually accelerating.
At this moment, the captain suddenly saw a flash of fire in the clouds in the distance.
In the vision of the Detect Distortion filter, he could clearly see that a large number of obvious magic waves suddenly appeared in the originally empty sky.
"Enemy sighted!" In the internal channel, the captain's loud warning rang out. "Southeast —"
"Plane 12 is under attack!" "Plane 6 is under attack!" "Plane 7 is under attack!" "Enemy fire! This is Plane 7!" "Exchanging fire with enemy! Requesting cover! I've been bitten! "
A dazzling red beam swept in from the distance. Fortunately, they were on high alert in advance, and the power spine of the aircraft was operating at full power and all the protective systems were activated. The beam hit the shield and caused a ripple. The captain controlled the posture of the dragoons and began to use the onboard arcane missile launcher to fire a dense barrage of bullets forward. At the same time, he continuously gave orders. "Spread out to the flanks!" "Team two, team three, sweep the clouds in the southeast!" "Everyone, turn on the identification lights and pull away from the enemy!" "Call for ground cover!"
A fierce battle suddenly broke out, and countless enemies suddenly appeared like ghosts in the snowstorm. Typhon's battlemages and Griffin Knight rushed out of the thick clouds and began to tangle with the dragoons made of steel with their flesh and blood. Compared to the Typhon Air Force that Cecil and the others had the impression that Typhon's air force had, these enemies that suddenly appeared out of nowhere were obviously not normal: they were more agile, faster, and more fearless. The harsh environment of the snowstorm made the dragoons feel that their hands and feet were tied, but the Typhon people, who were supposed to be more fragile, seemed to have gained extra strength in the storm, and became fierce and powerful!
The battlemages and Griffin Knight began to attack the flying machines with missiles, lightning, and high-energy rays, and the latter responded with a more intense and dense barrage of bullets. Suddenly, the dark sky was lit up by continuous fire, and the explosions in the sky blew away the clouds and snow again and again. In each flash, countless shadows could be seen fighting in the storm. This scene made Cremonte's heart beat faster.
He had never seen such a scene and had never experienced such a battlefield!
Flesh and blood and steel machines fought to the death in the snowstorm. Missiles, lightning, and light beams pierced through the sky as the two armies fought for dominance in the sky. No matter what the outcome was, this unprecedented aerial battle was destined to be recorded in history!
High-intensity lights suddenly swept across the sky, and the sweeping lights reflected the figures fighting in the sky. The next second, continuous explosions and whistling sounds came from the ground. Light blue cannonball tails and crimson high-energy beams swept across the sky, and the bursting shrapnel and deafening roars shook the whole battlefield.
The anti-aircraft cannons of the Iron Scepter and the Mortal Python opened fire.
Count Cremonte frowned. He and the battlemages he led were still not close enough to attack the armored trains.
"Show your loyalty to our empire!" In the force field formed by the wide-area messaging spell, he heard the roar of a fanatical gryphon knight commander. The next second, he saw a gryphon charging downward under its master's compulsive brain-control. The valiant knight weaved through the anti-air and air-to-air barrage, but his good luck soon ran out: a magic crystal cannonball from the ground flew past him. After sensing the magic aura that brushed past him, the cannonball detonated in the air. The terrifying shockwave and high-temperature air mass easily tore apart the knight's protective aura and tore him and his gryphon into pieces.
A second later, the knight and the griffin that had been torn apart reformed once again. They appeared at the place where they had died and continued to charge downwards.
The God of War had bestowed a miracle. The brave warriors who fought bravely in the storm would be endowed with endless power and … three lives.
A flying machine flew past the fanatical Knight and fired a barrage of bullets. The Knight was fearless and rushed into the barrage without dodging. At the same time, he waved his hand and threw a spear made of lightning power. The next second, his body was torn apart again, but the spear hit a key part of the flying machine and it exploded into a bright fireball in the air.
A moment later, Cremonte saw the Knight reappear. His torn body reformed in the air. He flew in the wind, and behind him, a cape made of tentacle-like proliferating tissues and flesh fluttered. Like a ferocious monster, he rushed into the anti-aircraft barrage again.
Miracles came with a price — those who approached God were not human.
A dazzling beam of light streaked across the sky. The ferocious and twisted knight was hit by the anti-aircraft fire from the armored train once again. His fluttering cloak and tentacles were instantly ignited and evaporated by the high-energy beam of light. His entire body was reduced to several pieces of charred remains that fell from the sky.
This time, the Knight did not appear again.
This was the third time — miracles were limited, and those who exhausted them would return to God.
"It seems that the three lives given by God are not enough in front of Cecil's' new toy '."
Cremonte laughed, raised his hands high, summoned the power of storm, lightning, frost, and fire, and rushed forward again.
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