Gawain and Amber carefully read through every detail of the battle records sent back from the southern frontlines. They both came to the same conclusion: Sirens were a race of harmonics, and they were indeed quite evil.
But aside from this strange conclusion, this valuable information of course also brought Gwen a lot of important gains.
"… Byron and General Vanessa's' cooperative tactic 'is simple and crude, but it seems to be the most suitable now." The holographic projection paused at the last shot of the battlefield. Gwen looked back and said to Amber, "The sirens' fighting style is very different from ours. It's almost impossible for the soldiers of both sides to fight side by side on the same battlefield. One side's firepower is overwhelming while the other side enters the battlefield in a staggered manner. The effect is not bad."
"The sirens are very good at fighting. To be honest … much better than I thought." Amber could not help but sigh. "I didn't feel it when I dealt with Tyre. I just thought she was a comedian …"
"Being a comedian and being good at fighting have nothing to do with each other. Not to mention, you can't even beat Tyre, let alone her." Gwen waved his hand. "Now it seems that the situation on the southern front is not bad. Although the number of soldiers General Vanessa brought is limited, as long as they enter the battlefield, they can ensure the victory of a certain area. This is what the southern front is currently lacking …"
"If only the expeditionary army can just go all the way into the wasteland." Amber could not help but let her imagination run wild. "If they can just go all the way from the north to the south, things will be much easier …"
"Don't even think about it." Gwen glanced at her. "General Vanessa only brought a total of less than 10,000 soldiers. No matter how good the sirens are at fighting, how big of a battlefield can a few thousand soldiers cover? The mutants are brainless, but the priests behind them are not stupid. After realizing that they can't beat you in a head-on battle, they will just not fight you head-on. There is no city or industrial system in the wasteland, so they are not afraid of being 'penetrated'. Plus, the mutants can continuously regenerate. As long as the barricade wall is not built, even if the sirens go in and out of the wasteland seven times, it will just be a meaningless battle of numbers. "
"… Sigh, on one side is unkillable, and on the other side is unkillable. War can still be fought like this." Amber pulled her two ears and muttered. "But fortunately, the sirens are here as reinforcements. They are not afraid of fighting the mutants at all. The precious thousand-year-old legions of the Silver Empire will not be overwhelmed by the monsters using human wave tactics. Instead, they can focus on protecting the barricade wall."
"Yes, not only can the construction of the barricade wall in the south be accelerated, now that the wandering mutants in the Augori area have been further weakened, Rebecca and Duke Bodwin can also start their barricade wall project." Gwen rubbed his chin, his eyes slowly became serious as he muttered to himself thoughtfully. "Next … I wonder how Kamel is progressing …"
…
In the deep sea filled with darkness and chaos, the light of the distant divine kingdom had gradually faded in the dusk, and countless huge shadows or blobs of strange shapes floating in the depths of the chaos emerged after the shimmer faded. These huge shadows were the projections of things that had died long ago in the deepest part of this world. They were the memories recorded on the "back side" of this world. They floated and rotated in the darkness, silently sweeping around the cruiser. Occasionally, some of them would collide with the cruiser's thick shield, and then they passed through each other like two unrelated dreams, leaving no trace behind.
The White Knight in heavy armor and the lightly armed nuns were busy on the deck, and the scholars in the robes of the Royal Family of Typhon were walking among the huge ship facilities. Kamel floated less than half a meter above the deck. When he passed through an open area, he saw two White Knight carefully carrying a cylindrical container, half the height of a person, under a structure that looked like a connecting pipe. Then, they carefully fastened it with buckles, straps and other things, and installed some devices in some grooves of the container's shell.
Beside Kamel, Windsor Mappel, wearing a dark purple starry robe, looked up at the 'sky' and saw a huge blob of chaos with a shape that did not conform to the common sense of physics swirling outside the shield. Its structure was so strange that she felt dizzy just by looking at it. The legendary sorcerer from Typhon could not help but shake her head and mumble in a low voice, "These things will seriously affect our thinking … and we still have no way to really study them."
"His Majesty thinks that these shadows are 'false projections of the back of the world'," Kamel said casually, his voice humming. "And according to the clues provided by several senior consultants, these projections have appeared in ancient times, and they are very likely to have existed with the birth of our world until today … I'm trying to build a model in which the upper order of our world is constantly changing, and those things that perish in the change will turn into fragments and fall into the 'deep sea' and eventually become these shadows."
"… It sounds like you can establish some connections with the 'unified wave theory' …" Windsor Mappel said thoughtfully. "The waves in the early days of the birth of the world are transmitted in the universe and continue to spread to the deeper 'boundary layer'. In the process of the spreading of the waves, there will be a certain degree of distortion and iteration, and some 'things' that we, the 'surface creatures', cannot understand and even go crazy when we see them …"
"Theoretically, this can be an explanation," Kamel said slowly, his voice filled with emotion. "Our development in the field of theory has greatly exceeded our understanding of the real material world. At the level of calculation and logic, the world is becoming more and more bizarre. In this era, as long as we think deeply, we can almost explain the universe from a new perspective almost every moment. Countless new theories are being proposed, countless conjectures are waiting to be confirmed, countless discussions, verifications, refutations, debates … Madam Windsor, have you ever imagined that such a scene would appear in your lifetime?"
"Never. Just a few years ago, the world was still clear and easy to understand for me." Windsor Mappel smiled and shook her head gently. "At that time, there were even many well-known scholars who thought that we had reached the boundary of human wisdom to seek the truth. We thought that we had understood most of the theories that could be understood in the world, and those inexplicable things were hidden in the paths that we had explored, or were the rightful authority of the gods. Then … we discovered the deep sea, the legacy left by the voyagers, the wave nature of magic, the gods would die if they were killed, and … the unified wave model that almost caused countless veteran scholars and mages to fight in the Royal Council."
"You almost fought?" Kamel was a little surprised. "It sounds like this theoretical model caused a greater impact in Typhon than it did in Cecil …"
"Typhon is an old magic powerhouse. An old magic powerhouse means that we have a large number of deep-rooted and stubborn academic schools," Windsor Mappel said indifferently. "The traditional magic system is rooted in our society. Generations of magic researchers and scribes were cultivated in this mature system. This has given Typhon a strong national strength in the past many years, but when the drastic changes came, the tough high walls became impenetrable fences. Too many respected scholars were hit in the process, and even … they could not recover from the setback, including many seniors that I deeply admire."
She sighed softly and looked at the dark and chaotic depths above. Another glimmer seemed to be emerging from the darkness. It should be the divine kingdom of the God of Commerce. It was the "next stop" of the giant ship.
In this glimpse, Windsor seemed to associate the chaotic scene of the traditional scholars in Typhon in front of the "unified wave model" with the gods shining under the dome of the divine kingdom. On the bright throne, there were also figures on the verge of collapse in the face of the changing times. In a sense, there seemed to be no difference between the fate of mortals and gods.
But soon, she shook her head. "No matter what, I still think that this is the best era. To be able to see such a huge development in my lifetime, to see mortals step into such a vast and unknown world, this is a great fortune for a mage. Perhaps many of us will never reach the end of any of these new domains in our lifetime, but walking on the path of exploration forever is better than sitting in a pile of stale ancient books and dreaming that you already know everything."
"… Yes, this is indeed a good time. In the known history of mortals, we have never been so close to the truth of the world as we are today." Kamel's eyes stayed on Windsor for a long time, and then he said softly, "So we must protect this era. Our civilization is just coming out of the cradle. We cannot die prematurely like this."
Windsor nodded slightly. She saw a few more Typhon scholars in mage robes walking by. They were holding another cylinder that was half the height of a person with an evocative hand and walking towards the passage that led to the interior of the ship not far away.
"… Will these things really work?" Windsor could not help but ask, "What's in it?"
"It's a 'poison,' but I can't tell you more." Kamel shook his head. "In fact, even I don't know the whole picture of the whole plan. The key part is in the hands of His Majesty, and His Majesty said that this is the only choice when things come to an irreversible step. He did not tell me anything else."
"… It seems that there are some things that cannot be 'known.' Don't worry, I understand." Windsor nodded, and then a complicated look appeared on her face. She looked at the alloy deck that extended out under her feet, the towering ship structure around her, and the powerful ancient shield system above her. She said softly, "This feeling is really strange. These days, our exploration of this ship has almost proved to be meaningless. It is full of things that we can't understand, full of weird and distorted structures and rotten substances that should never be brought to the real world. Now everyone knows what this ship is — a demon that may try to destroy everyone in the near future. But before that day comes, we are busy working on this demon …
"Someone wants to 'kill' this demon, but with our current technology and equipment that we can bring in, it may take a century just to dismantle the hull of this ship. Most people are worried every day that this ship will suddenly 'wake up' and start to carry out its terrible mission. This makes every knock here particularly frightening. Every day we walk under these long decks and towering domes, the destroyer and the destroyed get along day and night, as if we are actively embracing a nightmare."
Windsor sighed as if she did not know what she wanted to say. She could only laugh self-deprecatingly. "Master Kamel, do you think the sentinel knows what we are doing here?"
"I dare not be blindly optimistic, so I think that thing must still maintain a connection with this ship. But after all, it has left the homeport and is separated from here by the real world, so it probably can only vaguely sense and cannot directly control the things on this ship like it did in ancient times. Otherwise, it would have wiped out all of us' uninvited guests, '" Kamel said calmly. "Of course, there is also a worse possibility. The sentinel knows everything and can see everything, but it does not care at all because in its eyes, we mediocre mortals are just bugs. All our struggles are futile to destroy its powerful steel body."
"… If that is the case, then let it think so," Windsor said in a low voice. "When the disintegration happens, the 'bug' does not care what a decaying body thinks."
…
In this difficult period, the banquet prepared by King Aldris for the guests was not luxurious, but it was still sumptuous. Byron was impressed by the meat, snacks, and the berry wine of the Kaolin Kingdom. Outside the castle of Greta Fortress, the soldiers were also celebrating. An unlimited amount of meat and wine were served as a reward for the soldiers who had survived the winter on this front. Between the barracks and the city wall, bright lights would be on all night.
The giant cannon of the Winter was pointing at the plains in the north. Dragonborn scouts and dragoons were keeping watch in the sky. The humid air in the north was the senses of the sirens. This once shaky line of defense was now temporarily safe, and the soldiers in Greta Fortress could finally relax a little.
But for Byron, Asalena, and Vanessa, their mission on this front had just begun.
"We have just received a message from Queen Bersetia. The base of the Stellaris Temple has suffered two fierce attacks, but the reinforcements of the Millennial Legion and the Solin Guards stationed near the base have repelled the enemy. For now, it is safe." In the reception hall, King Aldris said to Byron with a relaxed expression. "The news of the reinforcements has also greatly encouraged the elven warriors. They are now reinforcing the fortifications, mobilizing supplies, and preparing for the next phase of the military operation."
"It sounds like the construction of the barricade wall has begun?" Byron asked. The plan for the barricade wall was formulated after he left the North Harbor. But during the voyage, he had already learned about the plan through contact with the land. "I heard that the aberrations attacking the base of the Stellaris Temple were stimulated by the purification device and gathered together …"
"Yes, it is because the Silver Elves have begun to build the barricade wall that the attacks of the wasteland monsters are getting fiercer by the day," Aldris said in a deep voice. "The masters behind the monsters are also well aware that once the purification device is activated, the nearby wasteland forces will quickly disintegrate. By then, it will be impossible to use the aberrations to take it down. So they are attacking all the forces in the wasteland to prevent the elves from building the base …"
General Vanessa heard this and smiled. "Oh, it sounds like we're going to be busy …"
(End of Chapter)
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