The seventh flash of light came from a mountain peak in the direction of Winter Castle. After a short delay, an irregular shaped mushroom cloud rose from the edge of the plain. Pale white magic turbulence flowed around the bottom of the mushroom cloud, burning and annihilating everything in its path. The deafening roar reverberated between heaven and earth as if it could shake the mountains.
Then, a huge body tore apart the billowing heat and smoke. Many cracks appeared on its armor, and rust-colored gas spewed out from the cracks. Hot magma flowed under the giant's feet. It looked up, and two dark red flames danced in the hollow of its helmet. It looked in the direction of a mountain from afar. A minute ago, it was that mountain that released the seventh flash of Armageddon.
In the next second, a series of chaotic and crazy sounds came from within the giant's helmet. It seemed to be a battle cry that humans could not understand. Then, he raised his arm high, and a longbow instantly formed in his hand. He aimed at the mountain peak in the distance, and with a heroic posture that could only be described by the imagination of all mortals in the world, a blood-red arrow appeared on the bowstring out of thin air.
Then, the giant released the bowstring, and the blood-red arrow pierced through the air, and almost instantly landed on the mountain peak in the distance. At the same time, layers of thick barriers rose above the mountain peak. The blood-red arrow hit the surface of the barriers, and with an ear-piercing screech that tore through the sky, the layers of barriers were penetrated in an instant, and a massive explosion enveloped the entire mountain.
The white light that pierced through the sky above the mountain peak flickered violently for a few times, and then completely extinguished in the rising cloud of explosion. At the foot of the mountain, large patches of the Typhon camp that were flowing with magic light dimmed one after another as if they were being swallowed by darkness. If someone looked down from the sky, they would see a large area of empty space in the magic network that covered the entire Winter Castle area, formed by hundreds of thousands of Transcendents. It was a shocking sight.
In the arcane hall, a trembling voice sounded from the messaging crystal. "The Blackthorn Mage Legion has been annihilated! Node 7 has failed! The magic flow has deviated by 9%! "
There was a brief silence in the hall, and then a calm voice rang in the empty arcane hall.
"Continue."
…
On the other side of the confrontation zone, the terrifying scene between the Winter Castle Mountains and the plains shook the mind of every witness. The rising giant ball of light, the giant who strode proudly in the torrent of magic, and the extinguishing of the mortal defense line were like a picture scroll in the end of the world. Even though there was a long distance between them, it was still enough to shock the hearts of the people.
The dragoon scouts sent a clearer image from a closer distance. As they carefully maintained a safe distance, they clearly captured the sight of the uncontrollable and callous god advancing against the bombardment of Armageddon.
Amber stood beside Gwen, staring with wide eyes at the distant scene projected by the Weave terminal. After a long while, she could not help but exclaim, "They actually hid such a powerful thing …"
"This is Typhon's' power of the nation '…" Gwen said slowly. "It really … leaves a deep impression."
At the same time, he sighed in his heart. If Rosetta Augustus did not choose to go to war with the Ansu without shedding a drop of blood, the Ansu would have been long gone.
This world … is really a bottomless abyss.
At this moment, another magic net terminal placed at the side suddenly buzzed. The projection crystal above the terminal lit up, and Maryland's figure appeared in the holographic projection. Behind him was the scene of the busy armored train.
"Your Majesty." Maryland saluted first, and then said in a hurried tone, "We have arrived at Typhon's territory. The outposts set up by the Typhon are all gone. The railway ahead can still be pushed forward a little, and the tanks can enter at any time. Do we fight?"
Gwen did not answer immediately. Instead, he raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of Winterfort's defensive line.
Even through the thick walls and the distance, he could imagine what was happening on the battlefield: the God of War, who had completely lost his mind and turned into a catastrophe, was still pushing forward, the defensive line formed by the mortals was collapsing, and the huge mages near Winterfort were being destroyed one by one. Every minute, hundreds and thousands of Typhon's people died in the magical turbulence and the counterattack of the gods.
Typhon, the terrifying behemoth, the most powerful competitor and threat of the Cecil Empire, the profound military empire, was bleeding blood by the minute. The power accumulated over hundreds of years was being depleted at an unprecedented rate. If they waited a little longer, the most elite troops of this behemoth would be torn apart by the God of War. If they waited a little longer, the Typhon's defensive line would be breached. If they waited a little longer, the Typhon would no longer be a threat to the Cecil Empire.
And the God of War may be sufficiently weakened in the process and become easier to kill. With so many consecutive bombardments of Armageddon on a weakened god, even if it could not kill him, it could still severely injure him. By then, it might be the most 'cost-effective' time to attack.
The black-haired maid named 'Diana' just stood quietly behind Gwen. Even though they were in the 'enemy's' base camp and were being watched by many soldiers, the lady from Typhon's side was still very calm and indifferent. She looked at Gwen's back with an emotionless gaze, neither urging nor persuading him. She was like an indifferent bystander, quietly calculating every second of the turning point of history.
Gwen smiled and did not hesitate. He looked at the comm beside him and said, "Maryland, attack."
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation As the cold wind roared across the dry plain, the armored train "War Citizen" was crouching on a temporary railway in the Tifon-Cecil Confrontation Zone like an iron behemoth. On both sides of the "War Citizen", there were two rows of "Iron Scepters" and "Zero" armored train that had just arrived from Changfeng Fortress. Around and behind these behemoths, there were also tanks and multi-purpose combat vehicles lined up neatly. There were also large magic cannons that were towed by high-powered locomotives and could be used as fixed cannons in the fortifications of the fortress.
The steel behemoths spread across the plains as the hunters anxiously waited for orders from the rear. Among the soldiers operating these war machines, many had participated in the hunt for the 'false god's body'. For mortals to participate in the hunt for a god once was enough to be praised by poets, and now they had the chance to do it twice.
And unlike the previous' false god's body ', this time they were going to face a more powerful and' orthodox 'god.
In the distance, in the direction of the Winter Castle Stronghold, a dozen bright light beams pierced through the 'night' brought by the strange starry sky. One of the light beams suddenly flashed, and a moment later, an earth-shattering explosion occurred on the plains. The overflowing magic turbulence rose from the ground like a new sun, and a moment later, the light beam suddenly went out.
In the armored train 'War Citizen', a senior officer walked quickly through the busy seats and came to Maryland. He said in a hurried tone, "General! Shall we attack? The commanders of several tank regiments have sent several inquiries … "
Maryland, who was in full military uniform, had just hung up the comm. This middle-aged Knight general with a calm temperament only said a few words when he heard his subordinate's words. "The order from the top — attack!"
"Yes! General! " The senior officer gave a military salute and said in a loud and clear voice. But just as he turned around, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Maryland with a trace of doubt. "By the way, which side should we attack?"
Maryland immediately glared at the officer. "Do you even need to ask? Of course, we'll attack the one that's the biggest and easiest to aim at! "
The senior officer's face bloomed with a bright smile. His voice was exceptionally loud. "Yes! General! "
In the next second, a surge of magic energy was injected into the engine and the power spine. The gears and connecting rods were driven by the magic gears. The tank began to move forward. The massive steel legion surged towards the Winter Castle Stronghold like a flood. After a short delay, the large rainbow generator at the tail of the War Citizen hummed. Dazzling white light began to surge on the surface of the focusing crystal. Accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air, a torrent of pure arcane energy instantly crossed the distance and bombarded the steel gray giant that was constantly moving forward.
Then, the two rail-accelerating main cannons at the front and back of the War Citizen, the main cannon of the Zero armored train, the main cannon and secondary cannon of the Iron Scepter …
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The roar of the arcane weapons rang out one after another. Flashes of light suddenly lit up in the torrent of steel. Powerful beams and cannonballs crossed the distance like rain and bombarded the out-of-control gods that had already reached the Winter Castle Stronghold Stronghold.
Such a huge and conspicuous' steel giant '… was indeed quite easy to aim at.
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"The Frost Battle Mage Regiment has been annihilated! Node 11 has failed! There is a serious imbalance in the flow of magic energy. Our magic network is at risk of regional disintegration! "
"We have lost contact with Camps 12 to 16 in the Magic Supply Area. Camps 19 and 22 have suffered heavy casualties. They can no longer support the nodes and have withdrawn from the battle!"
"We have lost contact with the 8th National Knight Regiment …"
"The 4th Griffin Knight Regiment has completed the aerial attack mission. Forty percent returned …"
News from various mage outposts continued to be gathered in the largest mage tower. Palin Wintercastle, who was in charge of the tower, gripped his staff tightly. His face was as cold as the mountains in winter.
The elites that the Empire had accumulated over so many years were being depleted at a terrifying speed. He did not even feel the heartache. He only felt that it was extremely absurd. However, the most absurd thing was that the terrible giant was still alive and had begun to attack the Winter Castle Stronghold Stronghold Stronghold. The attacks of mortals could only cause limited damage to him, but every time he counterattacked, it meant the death of a certain army.
The pressure that this brought to the people was terrifying. Even the soldiers of the Typhon, who had a heart as strong as a rock, would only feel fear and waver when faced with such a situation for a long time.
The fact that the entire defense line had not collapsed until now could only be attributed to three aspects. On one hand, the soldiers had mustered their greatest courage when they had nowhere to retreat. On the other hand, Old Duke Ferdinand Wendell, who was in charge of commanding the entire front line, had forcefully maintained the most basic morale and order with the power of the National Knight Regiment. On the other hand, the defense line was simply too vast. The troops that were erased under the wrath of the gods were defeated too quickly. As a result, the small groups of troops at various corners of the defense line could not directly sense what kind of casualties were going through every minute and every second of this long defense line.
Only those who could understand the entire situation would know what the mortals were facing on this battlefield.
"So this is the calamity of the gods …" The Count of Winter Castle could not help but mumble to himself. "What have we actually believed in in the past thousands of years …"
He subconsciously glanced at the magic projection not far away and saw the heartless giant letting out a roar that tore the sky apart. In the depths of the hollow helmet, the two inhuman flames seemed to contain the most extreme madness in the world.
There was no longer any holiness in the giant, and it had completely turned into a pure calamity and monster. It was slaughtering all the living beings on this land with its instincts, or rather … it was creating a war where everyone had to die.
At this moment, the light that suddenly lit up at the edge of the magic projection attracted the Count of Winter Castle's attention. The next moment, he saw huge flames bursting out from the iron-gray giant's body. In just a few seconds, beams and cannonballs poured down like a storm, covering the entire area where the giant was.
The Count of Winter Castle was stunned for two seconds before he realized that it was a scene created by Cecil's people.
Cecil's people had crossed the standoff and crossfire area and entered the territory controlled by the Typhon Empire. However, all the sentry posts at the edge of the original defense line had been destroyed by the mad god, and no one had warned or reported the arrival of Cecil's people.
Of course, at this moment, no one would care about this.
"Your Majesty! Cecil's people have launched an attack! " Palin Wintercastle quickly came to the communication crystal, activated the spell, and said in a hurried tone. He then explained, "Ah, they are not attacking us …"
"… Maintain the attack frequency of Creation of Annihilation as much as possible." The voice on the other side of the crystal was as calm as ever. "Now, the battle has just begun."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
In any case, the arrival of Cecil's people had greatly encouraged the officers and soldiers on the defense line. When the cannonballs and arcane torrents fell from the sky onto the iron-gray giant, even the most strong-willed Knight could not help but heave a sigh of relief. No one from Typhon had ever thought that they would be encouraged by the appearance of Cecil's people, and even more so that the cannonballs and arcane torrents falling from the sky would become something that made them feel at ease.
The wavering defense line stabilized again. The mortals did not retreat, and the cannonballs roared again.
(The special chapter of the Unusual Creatures Observation Record is up! The new team did it! Everyone, go and help. Whether there will be a follow-up depends on the result of this wave!)
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