Many days later, Godwin? A student from Orlando described the scene on the 30th day of the Month of Recovery in Ansu 738.
When the Southern Territory opened its door, the power of machinery and steel poured out. The wheels and tracks of the chariots crushed the land that was once opened up by swords and fire. In front of Cecil's power, all life was about to be equal.
Cecil's magic-powered army left the Southern Territory for the first time and set foot on the Plains of the Holy Spirit.
Engines roared. Steel chariots driven by gears and levers drove out of the Rock Fortress amidst horns and flutes. They advanced toward the north in a mighty manner. A large transport convoy full of soldiers and supplies also drove on the Kingdom Avenue that ran from the north to the south. They formed a giant serpent on the plain. Philip sat in the command vehicle in the middle of the first convoy. He opened the armor plate on the roof of the vehicle and leaned half of his body out. He stared at the convoy through the shimmering shield on the vehicle.
Heavy warhammer tanks escorted the convoy on both sides of the road. Steel armor and chariots' main cannons gleamed coldly under the sun. Large transport vehicles were in the middle of the road, arranged in a disorderly manner with the "Steel Ambassador". The spacious carriages were full of fully armed soldiers. Every hundred meters or so in the convoy, there was a truck with a silver-white fist emblem hanging on it. Those were the transport vehicles of the White Knight Legion. The White Knight Legion, as army priests, did not have their own main battle tank for the time being. But with the efforts of Grand Patriarch Wright, their legion had begun to take shape.
Outside the vehicles, there was a line of soldiers on foot. The infantry was an important guarantee for the vision and emergency response of the chariots.
The sight of the legion attacking was shocking. The power of machinery and steel was breathtaking.
But after all, Cecil's magic-powered industry was still young and could not fully mechanize the entire army. In the rear of the first combat corps, there was a long line that relied on animal power to transport soldiers and supplies. But even the vehicles dragged by animal power were often equipped with howitzers or rapid-fire gun turrets. They were truly fully armed.
Philip retracted his gaze. In the process, his eyes briefly met with a young man on a nearby chariot. The young man immediately pressed his hand to his chest and respectfully performed the Half Knight salute.
The young man wore a badge of a sharp sword on his chest and a corresponding badge on his shoulder, indicating that he was a Knight, one of the civilian officers promoted after the establishment of the Cecil Principality.
Philip certainly recognized him since he was the one who groomed half of the new officers in the group. He also knew that the young man who wore the Knight's crest was a normal person with no Extraordinary powers — in Cecil's army, more than half of the Knights and officers were normal people without any Extraordinary powers.
"A new Knight's era …" Philip sighed softly, but there was no longer any regret in his tone.
Cecil's men had arrived.
Before the attendant came to report, Count Pompeii saw the mighty army on Kingdom Street from the balcony. He saw the magic-powered industrial products that were difficult to understand with common sense. With the help of Eagle Eye, he could clearly see the wheels and tracks of the mechanical monsters, as well as their cannons and the fully armed soldiers marching with the convoy.
The slightly plump Count Pompeii stood on the cold balcony and watched quietly for a long time. He was not only looking at the army of Cecil's men, but also thinking of the army he once had — the army that was led by Knight, composed of conscripts, wearing a variety of protective gear, holding colorful flags, and relying on drums and flutes to line up. He was surprised that Maryland, who used to be in Firmrock Fortress, could hold on for forty hours with that kind of army.
It seemed that it was all thanks to the fortress's shield and walls.
Then the count left the terrace, and went into the main hall of the castle, where he ordered his servants to prepare a grand luncheon. He put on his coat, which he had only worn once on the occasion of his investiture, and which was a little too tight, and put on his cravat, his wig, and his ribbon. He made his wife and children do the same, and seated himself at the table, as if he were attending a royal investiture.
After taking his seat, Count Pompeii, who was dressed in formal attire, looked around the hall and saw the servants standing nervously in the distance. He smiled and said, "Come, all of you."
The servants looked at each other, and no one dared to move. They could not understand their master's abnormal behavior these days, and they could not understand the abnormality of today's abnormality.
Count Pompeii just shrugged. He then raised his glass and shook it slightly in the air, saluting Francis II who had left this world.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a servant ran in breathlessly. "My lord, they're outside …"
"Let them in," Count Pompeii said calmly. He then turned his head slightly and said to the band not far behind him, "Please change to a more solemn song. 'Valsa's Finale' would be good."
The gates of the castle were pushed open and a group of fully armed soldiers walked in. The leader was a valiant and formidable female knight. Beside her were two heavily armed warriors clad in white full body armor, their bodies brimming with the power of the Holy Light. The Cecil people called these heavily armed warriors "priests".
The valiant female knight strode in front of Count Pompeii, holding a document in her hand. "Count Pompeii, I am Margarita from Cecil, and I am Margarita. Crete, here to represent Gawain? Duke Cecil, here to convey … "
Count Pompeii did not wait for her to finish. He took out a stack of sealed documents and said gently and slowly, "This is the document of the Royal Family of Moen. These are the documents of the land in my territory. This is the list of my property except for the castle."
Then he looked at the document in the female Knight's hand and nodded slightly. "Where should I sign?"
Marguarita was stunned for a moment, probably because the situation was out of her expectation, but she quickly reacted and handed the document over. "At the end."
Count Pompeii took the printed matter and glanced at it. Then, he picked up the dipping pen that he had prepared earlier. After putting the tip of the pen close to the paper twice, he smiled bitterly and looked up at the female knight. "My lady, can I sign it after this meal?"
"Yes," Marguarita said calmly, looking at the count, who was located in the southernmost part of the Sacred Plains and whose entire territory was within the range of the Rock Fortress. "We will watch you finish your meal here."
… …
In the large command vehicle, Amber left the communication desk and came to Gwen. "Count Pompeii has signed — there really is no battle."
The half-elf's face was full of disbelief.
A large area, land that was not barren, and could even be regarded as a rich count had simply accepted the "management" of the Duchy of Cecil.
Gawain smiled nonchalantly. "This should be a relief for the count. At least he doesn't have to worry about whether he should stick to being a royal noble or quickly switch to being a noble of the southern border."
After saying that, he turned his attention back to the battle map in front of him.
On this accurate map, a quarter of the Sacred Plains had been marked with a dazzling red.
The Gorgon River that ran from north to south and the Kingdom Avenue along the Gorgon River were marked with striking blue and white.
On the Gorgon River and the Kingdom Avenue, there were already two arrows marked. They were the inland river fleet that was moving north along the river, and the army that was moving north along the Kingdom Avenue and the plains.
His battle plan was clear, and he had already reached an agreement with the army generals and staff. The most important goal was to complete the cutting and blockade of the entire eastern contaminated area of the Sacred Plains!
The 'plague' created by the All End Society was extremely dangerous, but it obviously required a medium and a corresponding 'ritual' to be realized (Sordling and Berk's intel). So at this stage, the spread of the plague had not gone out of control, and the infected area was still mainly at the Great Wood Pass, and had not crossed the Gorgon River.
He wanted to seal off the plague on land before it crossed the Gorgon River. He wanted to rely on the warships in the river to clear the coastal areas with firepower, and then use the mechanized troops equipped with heavy burners to push all the way from the south to the north, and from the west to the east to create isolation zones and purification zones. After the initial control of the contaminated area, the mechanized troops would push forward and encircle to gradually eliminate the "Crystal Legion" of the End.
Now all the factories in the south had entered a state of war, and all the production lines were working overtime to create simplified and accelerated versions of the "Spitfire Chariots". A large number of civilian ships were also temporarily requisitioned and installed with small naval cannons and incendiary launchers. Soon, they would enter the Gorgon River through the Rock Fortress to support the First Fleet. Since last year, the entire Duchy of Cecil had been consciously preparing for this war, so as long as the contaminated area did not break through a few key points, this plan was the most appropriate and effective.
But correspondingly, the part of this plan that was most likely to go out of control, and also the most risky part, was the contamination breaking through the blockade …
Gwen's gaze moved up and finally landed on the northern end of the Gorgon River, on the hub of the Kingdom Avenue, on the largest city in the Holy Spirit Plains, and on the most important fortress.
Saint Sunil City.
This city had a population of more than a hundred thousand people, controlled all the major roads in the north, south, east, and west, and controlled the Captical Gate of the Northern Region. It must not be lost, and it must not be contaminated!
…
North of the Pompeii area, across a hilly area directly under the royal family, a few chariots formed a small temporary camp, and a team was resting in the wilderness.
Ranger warriors wearing black full-body light armor and closed helmets climbed onto the roof of the chariot, adjusting the observation mode of the tactical eyepiece, vigilantly scanning the dark wilderness in the distance. Two howitzer operators and two heavy burner operators sat on their respective chariots, using their weapons to seal off every direction. Not only did they have to seal off the roads, but they also had to be wary of the rocky wilderness that seemed difficult to traverse. This was the valuable experience that the warriors had accumulated after fighting more than a dozen battles with those monsters.
The Crystal Cluster Giants were not humans. Although they were mutated from humans, after obtaining a strong body, their way of movement was no longer restricted by humans. They could freely walk and launch attacks among rocks, depressions, shallows, and even poisonous swamps. This was something that had to be paid attention to at all times.
From the Captical, Mitchell Knight, who had blue eyes and brown curly hair, was wrapped in a blanket, leaning close to a heating lamp that was heated by heat runes. He looked at the strange warriors from the Southern Region with a complicated gaze. The few soldiers he had left were sitting not far away, and most of them seemed to be in a daze.
Until now, this noble Knight still seemed to be in a deep dream. He woke up from a nightmare and fell into a strange new dream. In this new dream, chariots made of steel roared, and huge explosions and fatal flames fell from the sky. The warriors who called themselves' Steel Rangers' saved him and his soldiers, and the equipment and fighting style of these warriors … was an eye-opener for him.
After all, as the son of the Captical nobility, he had always been proud of his knowledge. But these warriors from the Southern Region and their fighting style … Mitchell Knight had never seen them before.
The royal army had also received weapons from the Southern Region. The Knight were all equipped with melt-cutter swords and heat ray guns, and the army was also equipped with a small number of 'light accelerator cannons' that were powered by runes. But it was not until today that Mitchell Knight realized one thing: what the Southern Region handed to the royal army … was just the tip of the iceberg of their huge armed forces.
The funny thing was that until more than a week ago, the commanders of the royal army were still complacent about those weapons, and were still planning to launch an attack on the Eastern Region after the end of spring to completely end the war.
Now the war was indeed over … the war between the royal family and the Eastern Region was over.
Mitchell Knight laughed self-deprecatingly. The sound of footsteps came from the side. The elven ranger with long blond hair came to the heating lamp and sat down next to Mitchell.
"How's your injury?"
"It's already healed. About eighty percent of my stamina has recovered." Mitchell did not hide his gratitude. "Thank you for the alchemy potion."
Sordlin nodded. "Washing the wound with a mixture of Dispelling Potion and Rejuvenation Potion can effectively prevent suppuration and infection. It can also make the wound heal quickly without wasting your stamina. This can't be achieved with oral medicine alone."
Mitchell maintained his smile, but the corners of his mouth were a little stiff.
In the royal army, even at the level of a Knight, they were only given two bottles of alchemy potion per battle. Two bottles! Each bottle was only enough for half a mouthful! They only dared to drink it when they were about to be beaten to death!
Who did not know that washing the wound with alchemy potion would speed up the healing process? But who could afford it?
After a moment of awkwardness, the Captical Knight forced himself to change the topic. "Where are we going next?"
"Moving toward the Gorgon River. Our warships will be there to meet us. Then, we will meet up with the First Corps at the riverbank," Sordlin said. "Let's not talk about this. According to your judgment, how long do you think it will take for the Crystal Cluster army to reach Saint Sunil?"
"If they don't sleep or rest, I'm afraid they will arrive in a week … and that's because most of them can only walk. There are no horses or vehicles that can fit their huge bodies." Mitchell recalled the impression those terrifying monsters had left on him and could not help but shiver. "I think they can travel without sleep or rest for a week."
"Then, based on the worst-case scenario, they will reach Saint Sunil within a week." Sordlin frowned. "… Hopefully, that city can hold on until the main forces of the Southern Border arrive."
As a proud Knight of the Captical, Mitchell immediately said, "Saint Sunil has Ansu's most powerful magic shield and self-repairing walls. There are also hundreds of battle mage towers and the powerful Knight Corps of the Captical Knight and Knight Corps. It can withstand the attacks of those monsters."
However, the blonde high-grade ranger just looked at him and said calmly, "I believe in the shield, walls, and mage towers that you speak of, but I don't really believe in the people guarding the city."
Mitchell met the gaze of the high-grade ranger and said firmly, "The two great Knight Corps will hold on until the last moment."
"… Not bad. There are still knights like you in this generation of King's City. At least they haven't completely rotted away." Solderlin patted Mitchell's shoulder and said something that Mitchell didn't know if it was a compliment or not. "I hope so. I hope that city can hold on."
…
Continuing north along the Gorgon River, east of the river, between Boulder City and the Gorgon River, in the city with a long history, 'Maple City', the last battle cries finally stopped.
Blood filled the streets, broken swords and corpses were lying on the ground, and the pungent smell of burning filled the air in this city famous for its red maple leaves. Sunlight shone down from the clouds and illuminated the battlefield that was gradually cooling down. Under the sunlight, the army formed by the Crystal Cluster Giants was cleaning up the ruins, collecting the spoils of war, and counting the losses. A tall, thin man in a black robe with a gloomy face walked through the bloody streets and came to the square in front of the lord's castle as the Crystal Cluster Giants saluted him respectfully.
It was the Bishop of All Things' Demise, Hilton.
This gloomy man had changed a little compared to before. Small crystals had grown on his cheeks and hands, and his eyes were filled with powerful arcane energy. He had not completed the last step of the Abomination transformation, but many characteristics of the Abomination had already appeared on his body.
This gave him extra power, and also allowed him to command this huge army more effectively.
"The ones who resisted to the end … are mercenaries and adventurers huh." The black-robed Bishop looked at the corpses around the square with a disdainful look on his face. "The lord here is a coward."
A tall Crystal Cluster Giant came to Hilton's side and spoke with a hoarse voice. "Most of them are cowards, with only a few exceptions."
Hilton turned his head slightly and looked at the giant. "Korod, is the resistance of Boulder City over?"
"It will be over. We have already occupied more than 70% of the city …"
"That means it's not over yet." Hilton interrupted. "What's going on?"
"That so-called 'Queen of the North' is still putting up a stubborn resistance. She and her troops have taken control of the castle area. Relying on the magic tower and the magic network in the castle, the entire castle area is shrouded in a powerful snowstorm. No one can approach."
At this point, the giant could not help but curse. "That damn magic net, it can keep running!"
"The magic net will not tire, but people will. The 'Queen of the North' will run out sooner or later." Hilton said flatly. "Find a way to exhaust the magic power of the snowstorm and destroy them as soon as possible. They have resisted long enough."
"Yes."
"Compared to those fools who are still resisting, there is another thing that I am more concerned about." Hilton continued. "I heard that there is some trouble in the south?"
"Yes, some intruders seem to be from the south. They are moving around the periphery of our controlled area."
"… I don't want to be distracted, but I have had enough of those so-called 'Cecil people'." Hilton snorted. "Destroy them."
"Yes."
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