Face the god and then kill him.
All along, Gwen had been thinking about how to end the war caused by the God of War's loss of control. The war between Typhon and Cecil was just a facade. In essence, it was a "non-natural disaster" caused by the god's loss of control. To end the disaster, one had to start from the source. Therefore, the only way to end the divine disaster could be from the god himself. In Gwen's initial plan, the most reliable way to achieve this goal was to cut off the "channel."
In Veronica's words, it was to cut off the "bridge between the human and the god."
Under normal circumstances, it was difficult for the gods to directly influence the human world. The "divine realm" they lived in was a realm more complicated and difficult to cross than the alternate dimension. According to Amoun, unless the conditions were extremely suitable or the gods were willing to pay a huge price, the gods could not leave their "realm." They could only use indirect means to project their power to the human world. Therefore, from a certain perspective, as long as this "indirect connection" was cut off, the gods' influence on the human world could be cut off.
What supported this "bridge" was the system of the gods' representatives in the human world — the "faith order" formed by a large group of clerics and a large number of mortals who constantly followed specific doctrines.
Therefore, Gwen had always thought that this was Rosetta's goal: to destroy the contaminated clerics, baptized Knight, and soldiers in the country and dismantle the "bridge" between the God of War and the human world. When this connection was weakened to a certain extent, the "divine disaster" spreading in the human world would naturally stop because of the loss of the source. Even the God of War could stop the worsening madness because of the disconnection with the human world and gradually return to normal in a certain state of isolation. Of course, at the same time, he would be greatly weakened because of the loss of the support of the faith of the mortals. He might even become a powerful "god of the past" like Amoun who had lost his divine power. But that was not a problem that Gwen needed to consider.
But now it seemed that what Rosetta wanted to do was far from so "gentle."
Heti was shocked by Gwen's speculation. She stared for a long time before she reacted. "Kill the god? Are you sure? "
"I can only guess so. Only Rosetta himself knows the truth," Gwen said in a low voice. "Now, we can only speculate based on the clues we have. The Typhon people are obviously trying to pull the power of the God of War further into this world... Since the start of the war, both sides have invested hundreds of thousands of troops into the war in the Winterwolf Fort area, and the number is still increasing. This is the largest war on this continent in nearly a century. Its existence itself is a powerful source of gravity, and the authorities related to war will naturally be attracted to that area. The Typhon people are creating a large-scale 'miracle' under such circumstances... It is very likely that they are 'warming up' for some kind of large-scale descent..."
He paused and looked into Heti's eyes. "And with Rosetta's personality and Typhon's current situation, he couldn't have dragged the War God into this world just to invite him for lunch, right?"
"But how does he plan to achieve this almost impossible plan?" Heti's eyes widened. "That's a god we're talking about!"
"Gods can be killed, can't they?" Gwen said slowly. "In this era, mortals have already fought against the gods..."
Heti quickly reacted. "You mean the body of the false god that was hunted down by us and the sirens? Or the narrators from above? But... there's no comparison at all, and there's no repeatability! For the former, we borrowed the power of the sirens, and for the latter, you used special means. This can't be used as evidence that 'mortals have the ability to kill gods', and it can't be treated as some kind of routine event... If Rosetta Augustus was inspired and inspired by these two things, then his plan is simply a gambler's whimsical idea. Even with the power of Cecil and Typhon in the Winterwolf area, it's still... "
"He must have planned this for a long time — I mean, if he really wants to do this." Gwen shook his head. "Now I don't know what his specific plan is, but since Typhon's people may pull the War God into our world... then I can't continue to watch from the back."
Heti heard the deep meaning in Gwen's tone. She looked at her ancestor with some surprise. "Are you going to personally..."
"Yes, I'm going to the eastern front personally," Gwen said faintly. "The nature of this matter may escalate at any time. If I really have to deal with gods, then I have some experience, and..."
He paused slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face. "Typhon's people are planning to make a big news, and we can never trust our enemy's bottom line on the battlefield... We have to think of the worst. If they not only want to pull the War God down, but also want to take Cecil down... then we have to consider Oldenheim equally."
"I understand." Heti did not continue to ask questions but nodded. "Then I'll arrange it now."
"Okay." Gwen nodded slightly. After a moment of thought, he said, "Also, contact Solinburg. Tell Bertilla that we don't have time to wait for the final version of the wet-ware server. Her temporary plan can be used first... We now need psionic choirs that can be used directly on the battlefield, the sooner the better, and the more the better."
...
In the depths of the dark clouds of war, the gears had begun to turn. Whether it was the appearance of the war or the truth hidden under the surface, these gears began to move forward. And this vortex not only affected the front line of Winterwolf Fort, but also not only the two sides directly involved in the war.
Under the new order created by the age of magic, information spread far faster and more widely than ever before. The war in the northeast of the continent had attracted the attention of almost the entire continent.
The mossy forest of Augulay's tribal kingdom was ushering in the coldest days of the year. Several consecutive snowfalls had dyed the ancestral land of the gray elves pure white. In the depths of the snow-dyed forest, the largest city of the mossy forest, Windsong City, maintained a bustling and lively atmosphere that did not match the cold winter.
Thanks to the wealth and prosperity brought by active commercial activities, and thanks to magic technology that made the city run more cheaply and efficiently, the gray elves and their business partners were able to stay away from the cold and depression this winter. Even in the snowy days, the citizens of the city still maintained their normal life: the market was open as usual, trading was carried out as usual, tourists were coming in and out, and news from all over the world was flowing quickly in the city as usual.
The captain of the guards of Windsong City carried her proud axe and walked steadily on the street between the market and the longhouse. This "feline lady" scanned the area she was patrolling with her sharp eyes, and the furry ears on top of her head captured all kinds of movements from the market. Winter was a season that made people easily relaxed, especially for felines. The low temperature made people sleepy, and people could not help but miss the stove at home. But as a well-trained warrior, staying alert in this sleepy season had always been a skill she was proud of.
A newsboy ran past her, and his excited shout caught the attention of the captain of the guards. "Extra! Extra! Big news! An aerial battle has broken out on the front line of Winterwolf Fort! This was unprecedented in history! This is an unheard of aerial battle! "
The words used by the newsboy were new and unfamiliar, attracting the attention of the people around them. The guard captain could not help but take a few more glances in the direction of the newsboy. The young and energetic Gray Elf ran over in a few steps, his face red in the cold wind. "Madam Morilina! Give me a copy of the newspaper! You can't miss it! "
"I'm patrolling." Morilina looked down at the little gray elf. She had a serious expression on her furry face. She carefully controlled the movement of her tail so that it would not reveal her true feelings.
But a shrewd gray elf could obviously see through the countless details of a warrior's thoughts. "Don't be like that, Lady Morelina. The captain of the guards doesn't have to patrol for so long like ordinary soldiers, and this is news about the Typhon - Cecil front line. A soldier shouldn't miss this kind of thing!"
Morelina squinted her eyes. She did not agree with the first half of the newsboy's words, but the latter half of the sentence gave her a good reason … or rather, a way out. She glanced at the mechanical clock hanging in front of the chieftain's house not far away and realized that her patrol time was indeed coming to an end. She reached out to the newsboy and said, "Well, give me a copy."
"Your day will be enriched by this newspaper! I promise, Lady Morelina. Here's your newspaper and your change. "
The eloquent gray elf.
Morelina took the newspaper and shook her head with a smile. The newsboy ran in another direction in the next second, and a cheerful shout came from not far away. "Big news! Aerial battle at the Winter Wolf front line! Big news that even the captain of the guards of Windsong City doesn't want to miss! "
Morelina looked in that direction and let out a short grunt, but did not say anything. Then she picked up the newspaper and saw that the "big news" the newsboy was talking about was on the first page of the newspaper.
A large "photo" took up a full one-third of the page. At first glance, Morelina felt her breath slow down.
It was a scene of the sky, taken directly from the perspective of someone flying in the air.
Morelina had actually seen the scene in the sky before. Cecil's people had made some short films of the Magic Net with aerial perspective as the theme. They used some kind of flying machine to bring people and equipment into the sky, and they filmed the scenes of overlooking the earth, looking at the clouds, and even dancing with the wind and rain from the sky. As the Magic Net spread to the Augulay tribal country, these incredible short films were also part of Cecil's propaganda to the outside world.
However, the scene in the newspaper was completely different.
In the sky covered by dark clouds and howling wind and snow, armed troops were fighting.
At this time, Morelina finally understood what the newsboy meant by "aerial battle".
Hundreds of flying war machines entered the battlefield, several times the number of Typhon's air force, a large-scale meteorological "miracle", a group of dragons, armored trains, and so on.
Air raids and counter-air raids in the snowstorm.
Morelina held the newspaper and put the axe that she had carried on her shoulder to her leg. Her feline tail curled up little by little. When she realized it, her tail was already in her mouth.
She could not remember how many years it had been since she did such a childish thing. This was not an image for a powerful Orc warrior.
But at this moment, she did not care about these details because a huge doubt was hovering in her mind.
Since when … did war become like this?
In the distant human world, in the east of the continent, were the people there already fighting in this way?
…
"Aerial battle …" In a spacious and bright room, the gray-haired Wenna Baizhi looked at the newspaper that had just been delivered by her attendant. The report on the front page of the newspaper was an eye-opener for the gray elf leader. She could not help but sigh. "Is this also a change brought about by magical technology?"
"It's magical technology and magic technology," a tall, black-haired, blue-eyed human standing next to Wenna said. "The Typhon people don't have flying machines. They are still fighting with the power of traditional magic."
"Those Typhon people who don't have flying machines have suffered greater losses in this aerial battle. Although Cecil's propaganda may have played a role in this, it's clear who suffered more casualties in this aerial battle." Wenna could not help but shake her head gently. "Not to mention, the dragonkin also appeared on the battlefield as mercenaries. Cecil actually made magical equipment for those powerful dragonkin."
"Alchemists have the concept of 'catalyst', and war is the catalyst of technology. Of course, magical technology is good for mining and municipal construction, but obviously it is also very suitable for the battlefield," the tall human said seriously.
"… The gray elves are not good at war, but we do need to learn more about this," Wenna said with a sigh. "Schwacker, the plan to buy arms from the Cecil people still needs to continue. Not only us, but the other four tribes should also realize the importance of these things. We don't expect to use the bought arms to attack anyone, but at least we have to start to keep up with the changes in the world. "
"Please rest assured, I have been paying attention to this."
"Okay." Wenna nodded slightly. "Speaking of magical technology … Wycliffe proposed to build a Magic Net Hub in the Peak of the Ancestors. What's the response?"
Wycliffe was the leader of the human tribe in the Ogoray Tribal Kingdom. He was one of the 'Five Kings' on the same level as Wenna Baizhi.
"Building a Magic Net Hub in the Peak of the Ancestors is indeed a very traditional thing. At present, the Orcs and the Eldar have not reached a consensus on this matter. They are mainly worried about whether it will have a negative impact on the holy land, and some cultural and traditional concerns," Schwacker, who was acting as the consultant, immediately reported. "Surprisingly, the sprites have agreed to this matter. Madam Stella has also sent a letter asking if we are also interested in promoting this matter …"
"The sprites are so enthusiastic?" Wenna looked up with some surprise. "The Peak of the Ancestors is their habitat for generations. I thought they would be the most concerned in this regard …"
"Everyone thinks so, but the sprites seem to … find this matter very interesting," Schwacker said with a somewhat strange expression. "At least, Madam Stella's attitude is so."
Wenna was startled for a moment. She suddenly pressed her forehead in distress. "Have they really figured out what the Magic Net Hub is?"
"This should not be a problem. The sprites' ability to understand the field of magical technology is unexpectedly strong. Recently, they have become the most familiar with magical technology in the Ogoray Tribal Kingdom besides the Gray Elves." Schwacker did not seem to hear the joke in Wenna's tone. He said with a serious face. "Perhaps it is because of this talent that they are so interested in building a giant signal tower in their ancestral home."
"… Well, that's a good thing. At least there are three votes." Wenna rubbed her eyebrows. "Only the Eldar and the Orcs are left … I know Camilla and Stirling. They are not stubborn people. They should agree in the end."
After ending this troublesome topic, the Gray Elf Matriarch waved her hand. "Let's talk about this matter after I have written to Matriarch Stella. Speaking of which, Merry's letter has arrived today, right? "
"Yes, Madam." Schwacker nodded and pointed to something on a small table next to him. "This is it."
Wenna blinked. Her eyes fell on the package. After a long while, she muttered to herself, "I thought this was a package …"
"This is indeed a package. Cecil's postal department registers it as a package, and cross-border delivery is also done according to the package." Schwacker nodded solemnly. "Obviously, a letter written by Miss Wenna can't go through the mail channel …"
Wenna was speechless.
"Well, please read the letter. I'll go and deal with the government documents. I won't disturb you."
Schwacker bowed slightly and politely left the room.
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