While the southern Knight and the noble soldiers were venting their fear on the wall, Sir Maryland did not lose his ability to think like the southern Knight. Although he had announced in a very optimistic and confident manner that the magic barrier of Firmrock Fortress had successfully broken Cecil's "Myth of Skyfire" and spread this confidence to everyone in the fortress, when Cecil launched the second bombardment, he immediately summoned the chief mage advisor in the fortress.
The mage advisor was always keeping track of the situation of the magic barrier. In front of him, Sir Maryland did not hide anything. "Can the barrier really withstand that kind of attack?"
"For now, it can." The slightly plump old mage with white hair and a white beard said cautiously. "If Cecil's people really only have this much strength... then the fortress can completely withstand it."
Maryland immediately understood the meaning of the old mage's words. "What do you mean?"
"The barrier is not as indestructible as it looks, General." The old mage replied. "The power of Cecil's' Skyfire 'is beyond our expectations. It is really enough to shake the shield. If the magic barrier of Firmrock Fortress did not have the ability to self-repair, and if Cecil's attacks did not have intermittent interruptions, our barrier would have been continuously consumed until the speed of repair could not keep up with the loss. And there is a very disturbing situation... "
Sir Maryland's brows were tightly knitted together. He looked around and made sure that only his most trusted Knight and the mage advisor were in the room. Then he said, "Master, please speak frankly."
"I used the Mage's Eye to observe the magic formations set up by Cecil's people. Those large and small 'Skyfire Devices', only half of them are operating..."
Only half of them are operating?
What are Cecil's people doing?
An inexplicable sense of crisis welled up in the heart of the high-ranking Knight. He stood up, pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and almost immediately ordered to activate the backup mage tower in the inner city to transfer all the stored energy in the magic focus to the barrier. But before he could move, the door of the room was suddenly knocked. A messenger outside the door anxiously shouted, "General! Emergency! "
The messenger quickly received permission to enter the room. The soldier's face was full of fear and anxiety. As soon as he entered the room, he immediately said, "General! Someone found the body of Viscount Carroll under the castle's terrace! He seems to have slipped and fallen off the castle last night! "
"What? Carroll is dead? "Maryland's eyes instantly widened." Slipped and... fell?! "
The uneasiness in his heart was rapidly magnified. This shocking news did not affect his judgment. Instead, he intuitively realized that Firmrock Fortress was in great danger. But before he could react, the second messenger arrived.
This messenger brought information from outside the fortress. "General! Two ships suddenly appeared on the Whitewater River! They carry Cecil's mark! And... they look very unusual! "
Sir Maryland arrived at the city wall as fast as he could. At that moment, the two ships that were going against the current of the White Water River had already reached a place where he could clearly see them even without using Mage Eyes.
They were indeed unusual. At the very least, their speed was unusual!
Knight Maryland stared in that direction. Southwest of Firmrock Fortress, in the open area of the Whitewater River, an unnatural wave was moving against the current. In this unnatural wave, two strange-looking ships were speeding forward. Their hull was covered with metal plates, and the deck was installed with a huge strange device. Their power was obviously from the unnatural wave and not from the sails. In fact, they did not have sails at all. In the place where the sails were supposed to be, only a few pairs of white "wings" could be seen symmetrically distributed. They might be able to move against the wind, but they were definitely not moving things!
Above the two ships, the Cecil family's flag with a sword and a plough pattern fluttered in the wind.
The southern Knight and a few nobles on the wall clearly saw the things on the river in the distance. Their strength was low, and perhaps they could not see as clearly as Maryland, but they could tell that these were not ordinary ships. Thus, they were curiously pointing and discussing the origin of the two ships.
The next moment, Sir Maryland's eyes widened.
The two ships began to decelerate. The deceleration process was unusually smooth, and during this process, the "wing-like structure" on both sides of the ships opened up under the effect of some kind of mechanism. The white "sail" welcomed the noon sun, and the wings glowed with a starry brilliance.
"What is that?"
...
On the deck of the first warship, the Polar Light, the soldiers and magicite technicians were busy. Commands and reports could be heard from all directions.
"The magic array has been deployed. The energy is rising steadily!" "The power spine is normal. All levels of the magic network have been connected!" "The mechanical platform on the deck area has been unlocked. Adjusting the angle of the main gun mount." "All technicians, check the status of the runes in the work area and report the situation!"
Gwen stood on the platform in the middle of the warship, watching the "magic array" on both sides of the ship smoothly unfold under the effect of the mechanical linkage. He watched the magic runes on the key equipment on the deck light up one by one as he listened to the commands and reports coming in one after another. His mood gradually rose, and he could not help but feel a little emotional that did not match the current atmosphere. Sure enough, this style did not match the medieval battlefield at all.
Then he looked ahead, at the huge weapon installed in the front of the deck.
Rebecca, the heir of the Cecil family, the authority of magic technology, and a highly respected magician, was standing next to the "Calibrator" in the front of the deck. She looked high-spirited. The viscountess was commanding the magicians to complete the various checks in a loud voice while she personally adjusted the amplifier on the base of the "Calibrator" so that the weapon, which was still in the "testing period", could be in the best state.
She seemed to feel Gwen's gaze. She turned around and gave Gwen a happy and bright smile. "Ancestor! It's ready! "
"Then let's begin." Gwen smiled and nodded. "Knight Philip has been waiting for these two 'Italian Cannons' for a long time."
Byron heard Gwen's words and could not help but be curious. "Italian Cannon? Isn't this cannon called the Calibrator? "
Gwen laughed. "Don't worry about the details. It's a nickname I gave it."
Rebecca, on the other hand, did not care about what the ancestor meant by 'Italian Cannon'. She had long been used to the strange words her ancestor had created. Compared to these words, activating the Rainbow Cannon was something she was more willing to do.
She raised her hand high, and her clear voice rang across the deck. "Pump water — connect the kinetic spine!"
The pumps installed on both sides of the warship were instantly activated. The powerful second-generation magic engine began to pour the water of the White River into the base of the Rainbow Cannon. Below the deck, the hidden magic core of the Rainbow Cannon was instantly soaked in the cold river water. As the kinetic spine was connected, the 'wings' on both sides of the warship began to emit a low and pleasant sound. Brighter magical radiance began to converge on both sides of the warship. The surging power of the Rainbow Cannon surged through the various magical structures of the warship and brought about a series of loud roars. Amidst the roars, the main body of the Rainbow Cannon was activated.
The three curved 'barrels' slowly rotated, and the crystal prism fixed in the middle of the barrels lit up and emitted a white light.
"Focus crystal activated. Begin to illuminate. Target: Boulder Fortress Gate!"
After a brief moment of focusing, a meter thick, blinding arcane beam of light shot out, piercing towards the Firmrock Fort like a spear forged from light.
After a few seconds of delay, the front end of the second warship, the Morning Star, also blasted out a similar energy beam, which followed the Polar Light and blasted the magic barrier of the Boulder Fortress.
The second 'calibrator' beam missed a little. It landed about a hundred meters away from the first beam, but the 'cannoneers' on the Morning Star quickly noticed it and began to adjust their weapons. The bright arcane torrent in the air began to slowly change direction. It majestically swept across the magic barrier of the Boulder Fortress. Where the beam touched, a large and blinding spot almost covered half of the wall.
The drainage valve at the rear of the two warships opened, and the steaming cooling water was discharged into the river by the pumps. The technician in the cabin below the deck quickly reported. "The core temperature is stable! Continue to illuminate! "
Using the White River to cool the Rainbow Cannon — this plan worked once in the previous test, and now on the battlefield, it did not disappoint.
Sir Maryland looked pale as the two beams bombarded the magic barrier of the Boulder Fortress like divine punishment. He looked at the panic of the Knight and the noble soldiers on the wall. He finally realized what the biggest problem was.
He had never understood the real power of Cecil.
This war was completely different from what he had expected from the beginning.
The dazzling white beam was still burning the magic barrier of the Boulder Fortress. This was a weapon that did not appear in the intelligence at all. It was completely different from the 'Skyfire Explosion'. Under the burning of the beam, the magic barrier of the Boulder Fortress was bursting with a large area of frightening bright spots with the burning point as the center. The bright spots were vibrating and rapidly spreading like ripples. At this moment, it had spread to dozens of meters above the wall.
Ordinary soldiers and civilians might not understand what it was, but as a high-grade Knight, Sir Maryland knew very well what it was.
The magic barrier was collapsing.
The two beams of light were pure magic energy, and they were extremely strong. Such pure energy was a fatal threat to any shield-type spell. It could easily penetrate, interfere, and cut off the energy flow of the shield, and prevent the shield from regenerating in the area it penetrated.
And what was even more fatal was that the 'illumination' of the beam was continuous.
The magic barrier of the Boulder Fortress was about to be destroyed.
As soon as this despairing thought appeared, Sir Maryland suddenly turned his head and looked at the several Mage Towers in the inner city.
The only hope to save the magic barrier was to immediately mobilize the emergency magic stored in the magic focus and pour it all into the barrier. This way, the barrier might be able to hold on for a while. It could hold on until Cecil's weapons had to stop temporarily due to overheating or being unable to release energy. This way, the barrier would have a chance to regenerate.
But there was no movement from the Mage Towers!
What about the Mages in the city?
Not long after this thought appeared, Sir Maryland saw the chief Mage Advisor flying in from afar.
The old mage probably flew all the way here from a Mage Tower. He was panting and in a sorry state. As soon as he landed, he shouted in despair: "General! The magic circle and rune stones controlling the magic focus were destroyed! The Battle Mages and soldiers guarding them are all dead! "
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