The amulet in Victoria's hand flashed with a faint golden luster. Its very special surface texture was between metal and some kind of crystal. When the shimmer brushed past it, a thin and changing halo appeared on the surface. No natural or man-made material known to humans would present such a strange texture, and Gwen was very familiar with them.
This was the material of the Eternal Slate, the material of the fragments around Amoun's corpse, the ancient alloy that was suspected to be left behind by the fleet of a high-level civilization!
But the amulet in Victoria's hand was vastly different from the original 'fragments'. It had obvious signs of being processed twice. It had runes used by humans and the Wilde family's coat of arms on its surface!
As far as Gwen knew, humans had not found any method to process the Eternal Slate in the past few hundred years. Let alone smelting and recasting it, they couldn't even knock off a fragment. Even in the Kingdom of Gondor during the Starfire era, Kamel and his colleagues could barely cut off the remains around Amoun the Giant Deer with the help of the advanced Gondor equipment!
Then, how was the talisman in Victoria's hand made?!
"… This talisman belongs to Modir from six hundred years ago? It was made by Grand Duke Wylde, "Victoria did not expect Gwen to care so much about her family amulet, but she still answered honestly despite her surprise," The amulet's name is' Frost Disaster. ' As you said, its material is very similar to the Eternal Slate, but it isn't made from the Eternal Slate … More specifically, Modir? Where Duke Wylde obtained these materials and where he completed the casting of the talisman is still a mystery to this day … I only know that it has something to do with an expedition to the sea. "
Gwen's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words "adventure". He couldn't help but ask, "Adventure?"
"Yes." Victoria nodded. "There is a record of it in the family. Duke Wylde was an adventurous and powerful legendary mage. He had traveled all over the northern continent in his early years. In his later years, after passing on the title of Duke to his heir in advance, he even challenged the Endless Sea. No one knew where he went. The family records only recorded that when he returned, he brought the 'Frost Disaster' amulet with him. This amulet was made by him somewhere far away from the continent … "
A mysterious voyage, an adventure that no one knew about, a challenge to the Endless Sea without the Church of the Lord of Storms and a sea guide …
Although there was no clear evidence, Gwen instantly thought of the memory he lost after inheriting this body. He thought of Gwen? Cecil's mysterious voyage...
The Gawain from seven hundred years ago? Cecil, as the founding Duke of Ansu, also suddenly went on an inexplicable voyage to the sea. No one knew what happened to him. Gwen only knew that he had entered the kingdom of the sirens and brought back some mysterious crystals from a place called the 'Eternal Sea'. Those crystals helped Gwen reestablish contact with the orbiting satellites.
The Modir from six hundred years ago? Duke Wylde, with a similar experience, brought back the 'Frost Disaster' amulet — a talisman made of some ancient alloy that theoretically could not be processed by modern human technology.
Gwen had always been very concerned about the blankness in the memory he inherited. He instinctively felt that it hid a huge secret, but he had never found any clues in this regard. So he had put this matter at the back of his mind. But today, he felt that he had finally found a clue about this matter. Did Wylde and Gwen? Cecil was separated by a hundred years, but the similar voyage experience and the mysterious' harvest 'obviously had a certain connection. He could not help but ask, "About this matter, is there really no more records in the Wylde family?"
Victoria coughed softly, as if the weakness caused by the Frost Disaster had not subsided. After a short moment of thought, she shook her head. "No. Modir is one of the ancestors of the Wylde family who left fewer records. He was keen on traveling, but did not have many deeds in his life as a duke. And the family records, which are more orthodox things, would not record his adventures. It is said that there is a book written by Modir? Wilde's personal travelogue recorded many of his adventures, which is equivalent to his diary. But that travelogue has been lost a long time ago … "
"I see …" Gwen sighed rather disappointedly, but he had to accept this fact.
Victoria hesitated for a moment before saying, "If you are very concerned about this matter, I can look for it in the library of Winter Fort Academy when we go back. There might be some other information."
"Sure." Gwen nodded, then looked at the busy soldiers. "But first, we have to solve this disaster …"
The command node of the Crystal Cluster Army in Maple City had been destroyed. The Crystal Cluster Army in the entire Maple area, as well as Boulder City, Richwood Forest, and Slantwood River Valley, were all paralyzed. The disaster caused by the All Things Will One Day Association had suffered an unprecedented blow, but the end of the Maple battle did not mean that Gawain could relax.
This Crystal Army was unusually large, and this monster created by the Everything Will Die Society had more than one command center. The Crystal Army that attacked the Sunil Saint Sunil, the Crystal Army in the eastern area of Giant Wood Road, and the Crystal Army scattered in the wilderness of the Holy Spirit Plains all had different command nodes. Even after losing Maple, the rest of the giants would still be active.
Far away in Maple, the main forces had already set up camp and began to clear out the Crystal Cluster infected who were swarming in from all directions. Due to the destruction of the Maple node, the infected in the entire area would charge into the web of fire created by the burners and railguns like moths to a flame under the guidance of the final telepathic command. According to experience, this process would last at least a day.
The inland fleet that had completed the artillery support mission docked at the shore for a long time to repair the damaged magical wings.
"We encountered a substantial threat." On the magic network communication terminal, Byron explained the reason for the short interruption of the bombardment and the damage to the magical wings. "A group of Crystal Army monsters sank themselves to the bottom of the sea and suddenly surfaced after the fleet opened fire, trying to penetrate the bottom of our ships."
Gwen did not know that those powerful battleships almost had a problem before, but when he heard Byron's report, he was shocked and quickly asked, "And then?"
"Fortunately, the bottom of the battleships had steel plates and waterproof cabins. The monsters' first wave of attack did not work. After that, I ordered the ships to tear apart half of the magical wings' mechanical structure and soak the waste energy release grille in the water, creating a large-scale arcane explosion. This successfully killed the monsters, but at the cost of losing half of the magical wings, and the small ships were damaged to varying degrees in the arcane explosion. One of the modified gunboats was seriously damaged and had lost all power … This part of the loss is my responsibility."
Even the wily Knight did not have the slightest intention of shirking the responsibility of the fleet's damage. But Gwen cut him short. "You are not responsible for this incident. Your response was appropriate and prevented greater losses. This also allowed us to accumulate valuable experience. Compile a document of the battle process and the operation of the ship's systems at the time and send it to the Magical Technology Research Institute and the shipyard for reference. "
"Yes."
Hanging up, Gwen could not help but let out a long sigh.
They could not be blinded by the success of the battle. Even in such a successful military operation, there was still such a significant lesson hidden. If they did not learn from this lesson, the next time it appeared, it would be a fatal crisis!
The Crystal Cluster Giants had actually found an effective way to fight back even though they were constantly being crushed. Gawain had been so focused on fighting on land and water that he had actually overlooked the possibility of the enemy attacking the warship from the bottom of the sea.
It was not that he did not have the concept of underwater confrontation, but he did not even think about it. He did not expect that in this era, when facing a group of infected monsters, there would be an underwater confrontation!
It was like a fully-armed modern soldier fighting a primitive man with a wooden stick. The soldier did not think that he needed extra cover and an insulating protective suit, but the primitive man waved the stick and summoned a ball of lightning …
If it wasn't for the fact that the crystal giants were made of flesh and blood, and if the enemy had weapons that were similar to Cecil's, or even half a generation behind, then the enemy might have been able to sink the inland fleet's warships by launching a sneak attack from underwater.
At this moment, Victoria's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Gwen's thoughts. "What happened?"
The Duchess of the Northern Territory had a simple meal, and after a short rest and meditation, she had recovered a lot. When she saw Gwen's serious expression, she thought that there was a problem at the frontline.
At the same time, she also noticed the small Mana Net terminal in front of Gwen. She had seen a larger machine that was fixed to the ground in Cecil City, and now she saw a small machine that could be easily moved. Her gaze was filled with admiration and yearning.
If the royal army had such a thing at the time, perhaps the situation would not have deteriorated so badly … At the very least, she would have been able to gather all the uninfected troops in time, and not let most of the troops who were far away from Boulder City be turned into crystal cluster giants when their communications were cut off …
However, she was just thinking about it. She knew that Gwen had never minded promoting such advanced things as long as the price was right. However, the nobles of the kingdom would not necessarily accept such things that could shake their authority, especially those mage families who controlled communication towers everywhere. The nobles of the plains who domesticated griffins would probably try their best to stop this technology.
"Nothing, a small problem." Gwen noticed Victoria's gaze. He could more or less guess what she was thinking, but he did not say it out loud. "We will rest here for a day, then continue to advance north. The Crystal Cluster Army has probably started to attack the Captical now. Hopefully, the Sunil Saint Sunil can hold on until we arrive."
"The important thing is to let them know that there are reinforcements," Victoria immediately said. "I … know the Captical nobles very well. If there is no news of reinforcements, I'm afraid they can't even hold on for three days, even if they have the strongest fortress in Ansu."
"… My view of the Captical nobles is very much the same as yours."
…
In the dark and deep underground abyss, crimson red magma rolled up and down at the bottom of the cliff. The Priests of the End of All Things in black or dark green robes gathered beside the huge body of the fake god, watching every breath of this man-made god from afar.
The huge deer-like body was almost fully matured. A layer of holy light covered the surface of his huge and elegant body. All kinds of mysterious runes and holy markings floated on the pure white fur. He looked like he was ready to descend into the human world, but the last layer of chains was still tied to the body of this man-made god.
The chains wrapped around his neck and hooked between his antlers. The runes on the chains flashed, and the powerful sealing and suppressing power restrained the impulse of the man-made god to awaken.
Opposite the body of the fake god, on a high platform floating in midair, two figures were watching the body of the giant deer from afar.
One of the figures was a female priest who was half human and half tree, while the other figure was a man in a simple black robe with his face hidden in the shadow of the hood.
"Great Hierarch, Hilton is dead." Bertilla? Augustus turned his head slightly and said to the man beside him.
The great hierarch nodded slightly, and the voice coming from under the hood was hoarse and depressed. "I feel it …"
"We have lost an important pillar on the Plains of the Sacred Spirit," Bertilla continued. "Cecil and his people will continue to push north. Their offensive, destructive, and military strength are shocking."
After a short moment of silence, the Great Hierarch sighed softly. "That's fine too … Cecil is much stronger than I expected. If our path doesn't work, they might be able to find another path … One more path means one more card in the hand of the mortals."
"… If your words were to spread, it would definitely cause unease."
"Perhaps. But before I leave this world, I wish to speak as a 'human' rather than a demigod hierarch," the great hierarch said in a hoarse voice, and then turned his head slightly. His face was still hidden under the hood, but a pale hand reached out from the robe and held a heavy book. "This book is in your care."
"The Book of the Ultimate …" Bertilla looked at the book with a complicated gaze. "All the answers are hidden in the pages …"
"But perhaps there are answers beyond the pages of the book, such as the wanderers of the outer realm." The hierarch looked at Beltilla who took the book and said in a low voice, "Prepare for the ceremony. Maple has been destroyed. We don't have much time."
The floating platform slowly descended into the magma lake below and connected with the large floating island where the priests were. After seeing the great hierarch coming down from the platform, the priests of the End of All Things fell silent.
The hundreds of years of planning had finally come to this step. At this indescribable moment, all the stirring slogans and words seemed pale and powerless. No one cheered, and no one cheered. The priests who had fallen to the dark side just respectfully stepped back, bowed slightly, and watched the great hierarch in a plain black robe step by step into the air, and step by step towards the body of the man-made god.
The final disobedience ceremony.
The greatest disobedience, the greatest denial and resistance of man to God.
Bertilla looked up and saw the great hierarch coming step by step to the forehead of the sacred giant deer. The figure in the black robe opened his hands, and a hoarse voice echoed throughout the Abyss of Flesh and Blood.
"God, open your eyes and prepare to welcome your humanity!"
Then, the sacred giant deer opened its eyes.
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