"Descendant of the Augustus Family … You've got one thing wrong. I've fulfilled my promise."
The hollow eye, which was outlined by a large number of distorted lines, floated in the air of the arcane hall. Although it had no expression or posture, there was a strong sense of ridicule and even mockery released from its every change. It was as if the malice that had been accumulated and disguised for two hundred years had finally revealed its true face, with a mockery that could no longer be concealed.
"I only said that I would help you weaken the God of War and help you create a chance to launch the final attack. But I didn't say to what extent to help you weaken the God of War, nor did I say that all of this would succeed. And I've already created a chance for you, unfortunately … you didn't grasp it. "
On the west side of Winter Castle, which stood at the top of the mountain, the rising clouds on the mountain road were gradually dispersing. A blurry huge shadow was wriggling in the depths of the explosion clouds, and its roar was mixed with obvious rage.
"Goodbye, descendant of the Augustus Family. Thank you for providing me with power and your spiritual compromise. I will remember the happy process of our years together …" The hollow eye trembled, and its voice gradually became distant, and even the illusory figure in the air gradually dimmed. "Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. I won't attack any 'Augustus' … After I'm free, I still have a lot of things to do. A small mortal family will soon disappear from my memory …"
Finally, the hollow eye completely disappeared, and all of its breath left the battlefield between God and man, and also left the mind of Rosetta Augustus. Just as promised, it had gained freedom.
Rosetta looked at this scene expressionlessly, as if all the changes in the outside world had nothing to do with him. After the God's Eye left, he seemed to be enjoying the freedom that was hard to come by in the past few decades. This was also the first freedom that the entire Augustus family had in two hundred years. Then, he gently exhaled and looked at the direction where the God's Eye disappeared. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth rose slightly.
"It has been completely eroded by 'human nature'."
He muttered to himself, and then he tilted his head to listen, as if there were several voices whispering to him in his heart. Then he nodded slightly and whispered softly, "Yes, it's not over yet, it's not over yet …"
On the mountain road to the west outside the castle, the mushroom cloud from the explosion was about to dissipate completely. The figure of the iron-gray giant in the cloud was gradually becoming clear. As the residual power of the Divine Eye gradually dissipated, the figure began to rapidly release an aura that was enough to drive a mortal insane. It was as if just looking in that direction would cause the consciousness of the witnesses to fall into complete madness. The messaging crystal beside him flashed violently as Palin Wintercastle asked for the next step in a hurried tone. The light above the few mountains near the Wintercastle Fortress Chain was dim. After multiple Armageddon Creations were released at the same time, the mana surge caused by the simultaneous release of multiple Armageddon Creations had destroyed the mana circuits of the entire defense line. Rosetta Augustus looked on quietly. Finally, he turned to the messaging crystal beside him.
"Palin," he said calmly. "Plan B, reverse all the polarities of the Magic Well in Winter Castle. Then evacuate with everyone. After the polarity reversal, you have 120 seconds to leave this place."
"Your Majesty? What about you?! In the plan … "
"Someone has to be responsible for something. And I still have the aura of the Divine Eye on me. I have to stay here and 'pin' the target firmly."
Before Rosetta's voice trailed off, the cloud on the mountain road to the west once again roared angrily and chaotically. A cluster of dirty and crazy red light suddenly lit up in the depths of the cloud as if some kind of 'eye' was staring at the direction of the Arcane Hall. The oppressive force that was enough to crush the mind of a mortal instantly erupted and began to radiate unscrupulously across the entire battlefield.
"Do it. You have no time to hesitate."
"Yes, Your Majesty …" Count Wintercastle's voice came from the messaging crystal, but after a few syllables, he suddenly exclaimed, "Wait! What's going on! Spider silk … Why are there spiders here … Alert, unknown intruder, all … "
There seemed to be a sudden outbreak of chaos on the other side of the crystal. After a series of exclamations and strange noises, the communication suddenly went silent. Rosetta finally showed a hint of shock on his face. But before he could ask about the situation on the other side, he suddenly felt an indescribable 'feeling' sweeping across his mind. It was an 'experience' that could not be accurately described with words. It was as if a huge, friendly, soothing and calming mind 'field' had non-physical contact with his mind. Driven by instinct, he subconsciously looked up at the window on the side of the Arcane Hall. What happened outside was reflected in his eyes.
Three strange-looking aircrafts descended from the sky. They looked a little like the 'dragoons' that Cecil's people made, but there were many differences in the details. They did not have dragon-like wings, and the upper hemispherical cabin had waves of light surging inside. It seemed that the interior of the cabin was filled with some kind of liquid, and some pinkish-white, slightly wriggling thing was soaked in the liquid.
Around each of the aircrafts were a dozen soldiers in light armor with metal ribbons floating behind their heads. Their eyes were completely covered by some kind of metal mask, and there was a constant magic wave around them. Some kind of secret connection seemed to be working between these soldiers and the three aircrafts. In Rosetta's eyes, they seemed to be connected by blood or nerves, and there was an incredible 'synchronicity' between them.
Is this … another card of Cecil's people?!
Such a thought flashed through Rosetta's mind, and then he found that the divine corruption spreading from the iron-gray giant had been quickly suppressed. He once again felt the mental comfort and 'contact', as if there was an invisible spiritual field constantly escaping from the three aircrafts and dozens of soldiers, jointly resisting the spiritual disturbance of the god.
The iron-gray giant apparently also felt the sudden threat, and even though it was in a frenzy, it immediately began to respond. The surface of the broken armor spewed out rust-colored steam, and a giant bow began to form in its palm. It was brewing a powerful counterattack, but before the power could successfully condense, an illusory, long limb suddenly appeared in the air out of thin air. Where the limb swept, a large number of spider silk quickly climbed up the giant's arms and torso, even the steam that spread out around it and the lava and death scorch that spread under its feet.
The three aircrafts and dozens of soldiers hovering in the air formed a triangle, and within the triangle, countless layers of spider silk gushed out, and finally even began to spread out from the gaps of the giant's armor. The latter struggled violently, bursting with power that shook the mountains, but the severely weakened god was finally at a disadvantage for the first time in this battle. It was finally completely wrapped up by the spider silk, and in the clouds directly above it, a white spider that was almost as large as it gradually formed in the air.
Rosetta stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the arcane hall, and instinctively looked up at the giant spider floating in the clouds. He felt a gentle gaze on him, and even though the white spider did not seem to have eyes, he believed that he did feel the gaze.
In the next second, the gaze moved away. The white spider lowered its head and looked down at the iron-gray giant that was already wrapped in layers of spider silk. Then, it began to move its long limbs, and like a predator dragging its prey, it began to pull the invisible silk in the air. The spider silk pulled higher and higher, and the iron-gray giant was finally pulled up from the ground, into the air, and gradually passed the tallest mage tower of Winter Castle, and hung high in the air.
Rosetta narrowed his eyes, and in the next second, he suddenly saw a flash of white light in the northeast sky from the corner of his eye. The white light suddenly expanded and brightened, and in the next moment, it became a torrent of light that pierced through the sky, and swept across the sky near the iron-gray giant.
At this moment, a low buzzing sound came from the sky, and in the middle of it, there was a sharp noise that made one's ears tingle.
The Typhon soldiers who had been fighting on the frontline since winter were no stranger to such sounds. They immediately thought of the powerful Arcane Mathematical Convergence weapon of Cecil's — the Prismatic Light. However, the "Prismatic Light" that appeared above Winter Castle was far larger than what they had seen on the battlefield. It exceeded the caliber of the armored train's Prismatic Light main cannon, and even the caliber of the huge cannons installed on the fixed fortress … It was a true "torrent" of light.
Rosetta instantly looked in the direction of the light beam, and after a very brief moment of shock, he realized where it was — the sea!
More than 20 kilometers away in the eastern sea! It was impossible for such a large-scale weapon to be hidden in the mountains behind Winter Castle. The only possibility was the sea behind the mountains!
It was a complete "blind spot," a direction that would not be considered in traditional combat thinking. No one would consider the eastern sea 20 kilometers away as part of the battlefield, but … Cecil's people did not seem to think so.
…
Outside the land, in the eastern sea of Winter Castle's defensive line, a large scale ironclad was floating on the calm sea.
Wing-like magical wings stretched out from both sides of the ironclad. The huge wings' surface glowed with runes, and the cooling devices on both sides and at the stern of the ship hummed as a huge amount of seawater was constantly pumped into the hull, and then turned into steam and spewed out to the sea.
At the front of the ship, on the wide deck stood the largest Prismatic Cannon ever built. The arcane shell of the cannon shone with a metallic luster under the sunlight, and the crystals and runes inside the shell were dancing with bright blue energy flames.
"The first shot is off!" In the bridge in the middle of the ship, a soldier in a blue combat suit shouted, "Naretil has sent the calibration data!"
Byron, who was wearing a navy marshal's cloak, stood high on the captain's seat. His eyes were fixed on the real-time scene transmitted back from the frontline. He fiercely bit down on the pipe in his mouth. "Let's do it again! Don't waste the opportunity that so many people at the frontline have fought for us. As long as the power spine is not blown up, keep fighting! The Cold Winter can withstand this battle! "
"Yes, sir!"
Byron held the pipe in his mouth, both hands on the guardrail of the captain's seat. His eyes, which had not had a good rest for several days, were bloodshot, but there was a fiery light in them.
He commanded the main ironclad ship, the Winter, which had just completed its test, to set off from the north port, bypassing the peninsula and the curved coastline of the Duchy of Holy Dragon, bypassing the Dragon-Summoning Fjord in the east of Cecil, bypassing the reefs and coastal sentry posts on the east coast of Typhon, and finally arriving at the predetermined sea area where they could directly attack Winter Castle. It was a challenging voyage, but it was all worth it.
Only a large-scale offshore platform could drag the largest Prismatic Light Cannon in history to complete such a long-distance movement, and only a rough and reliable ocean cooler could meet the cooling needs of this colossus.
Now, it was time to end it all with the justice brought by the cannon.
It was very challenging to hit a land target dozens of kilometers away from a distant ship at sea, even if it was a fixed target. Even if the Prismatic Light Cannon had such a range, it was difficult to achieve such accuracy with manual aiming. However, the calibration calculation and terminal adjustment made by the former "Upper Narrator" personally made it possible to achieve this feat.
It was normal to miss the first shot. It was nothing. For the Winter, it was just the beginning.
…
When the huge beam of light pierced through the sky from afar for the third time, the iron-gray giant finally ended all his struggles.
The waterfall of light rushed and washed the hollow armor. The body of the god, which was on the verge of collapse, was suddenly covered with countless white lines. Pale light burst out from the inside out. This process lasted about two or three seconds. It was the final stalemate between a god and a group of mortals. Then, the mountain-like body was finally penetrated. His armor was torn apart, and the pure energy beam penetrated his body and dissipated into the air.
A huge explosion occurred over the main peak of Winter Castle. Countless fragments poured down like a storm. In the evening sky, almost the entire Winter Castle area could see the aftermath of the explosion. The fragments streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, and the air waves wrapped in flames formed a ring-shaped shockwave, spreading layer by layer in the sky. All the clouds were pushed away from their original positions, and the wind swept across the plains and hills.
At this moment, everyone who witnessed all of this felt as if some kind of extremely powerful "thought" was about to descend upon them. However, before they could carefully experience this feeling, all of this vanished like a dream.
…
A real god had fallen.
He had fallen in the main material world, in a head-on war with mortals.
This was the biggest "variable" in this world since the departure of the Voyager.
In the distant Tarlonde, on the upper floor of the towering temple, Enya suddenly narrowed her eyes. She looked at the Lolun Continent uncontrollably.
Above Tarlonde, in the real dimension where mortals could not see, the Dragon of Chaos, which covered the entire Giant Dragon Kingdom, also changed in an instant. On the surface of his undulating body, countless evil eyes turned at the same time, and then one by one, turned to look in the direction of the Lolun Continent.
In the short span of two breaths, all the Dragons' eyes were attracted by this world-shaking "variable". Whether he was willing or not, whether he could control it or not, as the god of Tarlonde, he fell into a temporary loss of control due to the fall of another god in the hands of mortals. As the countless eyes of the Dragon of Chaos all pointed at the Lolun Continent, an unprecedented thing happened.
For the first time in more than a million years, Tarlonde completely disappeared from the sight of the Dragon God.
In the hall of the Soul Throne in the headquarters of the Highest Council, Andal, the Speaker of Dragons, suddenly raised his head. Light flowed through the countless cables and tubes connected to his body, and a voice that sounded like a roar burst out of the old dragon's throat.
"Authorization Instruction — Coming-Of-Age Ceremony.
"Omega, you are free!"
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