Looking down from the sky, the Winter Fort Fortress Complex and the narrow plains to the west of the fortress complex were like a boiling sea of light.
Hundreds of thousands of Transcendents were stationed in hundreds of thousands of camps of various sizes. These massive camps formed an unimaginable network of magic power. Surging magic power flowed across the vast land and gathered at dozens of vantage points around the Winter Fort Fortress Complex. Beams of light that connected heaven and earth rose from the mountain peaks. Every time the light flashed, a powerful light ball would fall from the sky.
Cecil's armored torrent was currently advancing towards the eastern battlefront. Numerous armored trains were moving along the tracks, while tanks and various light and medium tanks were crushing the withered earth. Amidst the billowing dust, giant cannons roared in unison. Dense flashes of light surged up and down in front of this "iron torrent". Artillery shells and energy beams interweaved into a net of fire that splashed across the plains in the distance.
The towering giant that was like a small mountain trudged on the ground, facing the ancient forbidden spells and modern artillery fire that blotted out the sky and covered the earth. Even in a weakened state, the body of a deity was so strong and resilient that it was despairing in the face of the mortal's wrath. Although the firepower of the two empires that poured all the power of their nations onto him had succeeded in inflicting continuous damage, the giant showed no signs of slowing down. He moved forward like an invincible knight, constantly destroying any defensive line that appeared before him or using his longbow to wipe out the 'ants' that dared to harm him.
In the armored War Citizen, the roar of the cannons was heard through the barrier. The entire tactical compartment reverberated with the low rumble of thunder. Maryland came to an observation window on the side of the carriage and looked in the direction of the Winter Fort Fortress Complex.
The fortress complex was built in the mountains. The terrain of the entire core of the Winter Fort defense line was gradually rising along the edge of the plains. Between the hillsides and hills, brilliant light flowed across the land. Even though there were many extinguished "black fields", the "sea of light" formed by the power of mortals was still breathtaking.
"How impressive …" This knowledgeable general couldn't help but sigh softly.
That was the miracle that Typhon had accumulated for hundreds of years and forcefully "piled up" with a huge army of Extraordinaires. The magic network that spread across the mountains was probably the masterpiece of the Royal Association of Mages, which Typhon was most proud of. It cost a lot to build, and the number of Transcendents required was probably something that no country on the continent could afford except for Typhon and the Silver Empire. Its efficiency and stability were not as good as the Weave of Annihilation. At least, if the same Weave was used to power the Creation of Annihilation, it would not overload and self-destruct so frequently. Perhaps it could only last for a while because there was a limit to human power. But even so, Maryland had to salute this miracle. He believed that even His Majesty would think so.
Was this the last pinnacle of Transcendence of the old Age?
The voice of a signalman suddenly came from the side, interrupting Maryland's thoughts. "We have reached the end of the track. The connecting section in front has been blown up!"
Maryland looked up and saw that they were almost at the end of the plain. The outermost buildings of the Winter Fort Chain stood in the distance. The Cecil Army had crossed the stalemate zone that both sides had been fighting for, and the railway that could transport armored trains had also reached the end.
Meanwhile, the mountain-like giant was still moving forward with steady and firm steps. His goal had always been the castle at the top of the mountains with a pure white wall like snow. It was as if there was something particularly important there that was absolutely attractive to him.
All of a sudden, the giant raised his arm once more as a gigantic bow rapidly took shape in his hand. He surveyed the battlefield around him before suddenly releasing an arrow. The gigantic arrow pierced through the air and landed in the midst of the Cecil Army's steel torrent. The tanks and multi-purpose vehicles near the point of impact immediately dodged, but after the explosion, more than ten vehicles were annihilated by the terrifying shockwave of energy.
After that, the giant turned back and continued to move towards the distant Winter Fort.
Maryland's pupils constricted in an instant.
This was the god of war that the mortals believed in. It was a god that the mortals had described with their imagination since ancient times. There were not so many fancy decorations, and there were not so many strange abilities. He only knew how to sweep the battlefield with absolute power and face all attacks head-on with his tenacious body. Armed with steel, he bravely moved forward and eliminated all threats. This was the 'classic description' of all the heroic images that humans had on the battlefield since ancient times.
This giant perfectly presented all the characteristics mentioned above.
Beside the War Citizen, one of the Iron Scepter armored trains was missing. On another track in the distance, the rear half of the No.0 armored train was also severely damaged. Thick smoke billowed out of the remaining carriage. This was the price they had to pay for chasing after the gods in the short period of time they had spent chasing after them.
Maryland took a light breath and quickly gave orders to the signalman beside him. "Slow down the armored train and stop. Continue to attack the target with all weapons until the target leaves the range. The other ground troops continue to push forward and maintain the firepower. The first, second, and fourth artillery battalions move forward and set up a new position on Highland No. 76. Continue to attack …"
…
Above the Iron Throne, the bizarre starry sky and night continued to shroud the land. Meanwhile, hordes of shadows were streaking across the clouds, speeding towards the giant in steel-gray armor in the distance. There were silver-gray dragoons among them, as well as dragons equipped with steel wings that soared directly in the clouds.
The cold wind in the sky whistled past the wings and cut the protective magic barrier like cold blades. Black Dragon Surgina felt the turbulent airflow in the air and slightly narrowed her eyes as she looked into the distance.
The giant that could make the Giant Dragon tremble was clearly in sight.
"Maggie … when you wrote me to come to Cecil to 'experience flying', you didn't say that we would have to fight this thing …"
The black dragon commander muttered softly, but the corners of her mouth curled up into a fearless smile. She spread her wings as if embracing the sky, the runes on the edges of her wings shone brightly in the night sky. The draconic members beside her did the same, and the entire aerial formation sped up once more, dragging streaks of hazy illusions under the illumination of the stars.
The people of Typhon were risking their lives here because it involved their lives and honor. The people of Cecil were risking their lives here because it also involved their survival and the ideals of their country. As for the dragonkin … as mercenaries, they were originally outsiders, but at this moment, they were as fearless as the humans. This might be a very difficult situation to understand in the eyes of outsiders.
But the dragonkin felt that it was natural. They had received money and made solemn promises when they received the money.
The dragonkin might be a broken dragon, but a broken dragon also had its own dignity and creed: they must do things when they received money, and they must do what they promised.
Moreover … the feeling of flying in the sky was really great.
…
Blazing flames burned on the ground, and the originally cold Northwest border became a blazing furnace on this day. In a completely destroyed Typhon camp, uncontrollable magic was still spreading everywhere and licking the ground and the ruins of the camp.
A communication crystal that rolled on the ground was mostly buried by the scorching soil. After losing the support of the mage controlling it, the surface of the crystal was rapidly dimming, but there was still a faint and vague voice coming from the depths of the crystal. "… Calling Camp 44, Winter Fort Mage Tower calling Camp 44 … Reporting your … mana flow is unstable, we need … reply received …"
The corpses buried in the soil could not respond to the voice coming from the crystal. Other than the crackling sound of the flames burning down the camp, there was only the low whistling of the uncontrollable magic at low altitude. But suddenly, a pile of loose soil near the crystal was pulled away by a bloody hand, and a combat mage whose appearance was no longer recognizable struggled out of the collapsed fortification, wriggling in the soil.
He reached out his hand to the communication crystal that was about to die, and after being replenished with magic, the crystal shone faintly again.
"This is … Camp 44 …"
"Reporting your situation, Annihilation Camp 10 needs more magic …"
"No more magic … Camp 44 has been hit directly and has been destroyed. I can see the camps nearby too … Our people are all dead."
The voice on the other side of the crystal was silent for two seconds, and then it spoke again. "Roger, we will reposition the magic flow to the remaining camps, you can … retreat."
"… Roger."
The crystal flashed a few times, and the severely damaged runes began to heat up, causing the surface of the crystal to be covered with cracks. Before it completely shattered, a faint voice came from within. "Thank you for your fight, soldier …"
The crystal shattered with a crisp sound, and the combat mage threw away the remains of the crystal that was no longer useful. He used the last of his strength to flip himself over, and the only thing left of his upper body was like a broken sack leaning on a piece of debris that was no longer recognizable.
"You're welcome …"
He looked up at the sky, and his eyes that were rapidly losing their luster reflected the night sky and the glorious starlight. In the background of the sky, Cecil's combat machines and fully armed dragons were flying towards the direction of the Winter Fort Fortress.
And behind Camp 44, in the wilderness leading to the fortress, the hollow steel giant was still moving forward, and where its feet passed, flames flowed.
…
"Camp 44 is gone, and the last barrier we set in front of the fortress was destroyed three minutes ago," a high-ranking combat mage said to Palin Winterfort in a heavy tone. "Now, our frontal defense force is less than thirty percent, and only the walls, shields, and mage towers of the fortress are left."
"Their sacrifice has bought us precious time and magic power. If the Creation of Annihilation can be launched one more time, we will be one step closer to the final victory," the Earl of Winterfort said solemnly. The Count of Winterfort said solemnly. At the same time, he glanced at the magic illusion not far away. The Mage's Eye set up in the sky was looking at the Winterfort Defense Line from afar. In the mountains where the strongholds were located, more than half of the light beams that connected the sky and the earth had been extinguished. The magic network flowing on the ground was also riddled with holes. It was a shocking scene everywhere.
The extraordinaire nodes set up near the defense line to maintain the supply of magic power had suffered heavy losses, but the Annihilation Camp in the fortress group had also been extinguished. So, even if the entire defense line was on the verge of collapse, the massive magic network had not completely collapsed.
Perhaps this was the only 'good' thing that had happened since the outbreak of the battle.
Palin Winterfort shook his head, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes tightly. When he opened his eyes again, there was only the light of determination in his eyes.
…
In the arcane hall, the illusory and hazy starlight had completely penetrated the original walls, floor, and roof. The entire hall was like a glass room placed among the stars in the universe. A strange eye outlined by disordered lines floated in the center of this' sea of stars' and was using its empty 'pupil' to look at the image presented by the magic projection not far away.
In the magic projection, the scenes of the battlefield captured by the Mage's Eye, or the scene of the iron giant stepping forward, or the scene of the Cecil Legion advancing from the sky and the ground at the same time flashed by.
"… How thrilling … I really didn't expect that you would develop to this extent while I was asleep … I thought that after the dragons destroyed the Reverse Tide, I would never see such a brave scene of mortals again, but I didn't expect that you, a group of 'survivors' who rose from the ruins, would be able to do so as well. Incredible, really incredible … You mortals are far more tenacious than I thought. "
"Mortals are easy to be defeated, but they can always get up. Our history has continued to this day," said Rosetta Augustus, standing in the background of the 'starry sky'. Then he glanced at the iron giant in the magic projection and quietly changed the topic. "Now, we can do enough damage to him."
"Enough? Is it enough? Or maybe it is enough … What a delicate question, "said the disordered and strange hollow eye unhurriedly." I can't tell you quantitatively how much damage a god has suffered under the attack of you mortals … But compared to when you were fighting alone at the beginning, your chances of success are much higher now. "
"Then, you have to fulfill your promise."
"Of course, I will fulfill my promise … But the premise is that you can really give him a fatal blow when the time comes. This requires weakening him as much as possible. You have to know that my current strength is very limited. It's quite a challenge to deal with a complete god in this state. "
Rosetta quietly looked at the hollow eye floating not far away from him. After a long time, he said slowly in a low voice, "We will do it."
…
While the human world was in turmoil, there were gazes from afar that were observing the battlefield between the mortals and the gods.
On the top floor of the Central Holy Temple, there was a balcony that could overlook the entire Tarron. A blond figure was standing in the light of the setting sun, silently looking in the direction of the Loren Continent.
Helagol stood respectfully aside and whispered, "My Lord, you have been watching for a long time."
The blond figure was silent for a second before whispering, "For me, this is just a moment."
Helagol did not say much. He just followed the gaze of the god and looked into the distance. But soon he withdrew his gaze.
He knew what was happening in that direction, and what was happening … reminded him of some distant times.
But he knew that he should not recall those things, especially in this place.
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