This was going to be the most challenging and risky operation Cecil had undertaken since he had formed his own army.
But before the success of this operation, before the secret behind it could be made public, most of the people involved in this operation would not know the truth.
Mortals would try to hunt down a god. Although it was just a man-made false god, and the most crucial part was completed by a powerful ally, the essence of this operation was still shocking. In this world where religion was everywhere and belief was very common, ordinary people would not dare to have any imagination in this regard. Even the powerful and highly organized Cecil Army would not be able to avoid the situation where the morale of the troops would be shaken and their combat effectiveness would drop if they faced the truth before the operation began.
Most of the soldiers would only know the orders issued by their superiors, and even a large number of middle and low-level commanders only knew the content of the part they were in charge of. The only ones who really knew what they were facing were the supreme commanders of the army, the highest officials in the government office, and the people who made all these plans.
Iron Throne Commander Maryland stood in the tactical section of the armored train. Through the shielded window, he saw the soldiers busily shuttling between the armed station and the defensive line. He saw the vehicles transporting ammunition and the chariots driving to the various points of the defensive line. And in the background of all this, the gloomy sky hung over the land. The charred city walls and towers in the distance stood silently on the plain. Everything appeared gloomy and depressing as if heralding the arrival of a storm.
An adjutant wearing a black officer uniform entered the tactical section and saluted to the Maryland Knight. He said in a loud voice, "General, all units have been mobilized to their positions. The inspection of the railway line has been completed. All units are normal!"
Maryland woke up from his thoughts and nodded. "Very good. Where is that monster now?"
"The target is still wandering in the southwest, but it is gradually approaching the defensive line," the adjutant immediately replied. "It is currently about fifteen kilometers away."
"Has the 'Brave' commando team entered the predetermined position?"
"The commando team has arrived and is cruising around the target waiting for orders."
"Continue to wait for orders …" Maryland took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "The orders are coming soon."
"Yes, General!" Maryland retracted his gaze from the window and turned back to look at the holographic image projected by the other Weave terminal.
The sacred, strange, majestic, and terrifying giant deer was wandering anxiously on the plain. Compared to when it had just appeared, it had obviously awakened further. Some kind of power that was incomprehensible to humans and beyond the common sense of "magic" shrouded its surroundings. Wherever it passed, changes would occur within a radius of hundreds of meters. Half of the land was scorched hot and lifeless, while the other half was covered with endless flowers and vines, full of vitality. It was as if the natural principles of life and death had been materialized and were naturally displayed around this monster.
However, this wasn't a monster. This was a God. The maniacs of the All Things End Association had sacrificed countless humans and used forbidden methods to resurrect this God of Nature.
Every time he thought of this truth, Maryland would feel his heart beating faster. In the past few decades of his life, he had never imagined that he would be involved in such a thing in his lifetime. However, as the clerics often said, fate was fickle …
Ironically, if even gods could be created and killed, then what was the point of the words of the "Heavenly Priests"?
Maryland collected his thoughts and let his racing heartbeat gradually calm down.
He was a Knight, a noble. Even though Cecil's noble system had been turned upside down, and even though the Knight of the new era was very different from the old, he still would not betray the oath he made when he first took over the Knight's sword.
Since he had decided to be loyal, then he would be loyal to the end.
…
The meandering Whitewater River flowed from west to east, passing by Cecil, Galen, and flowing into the land of the Eastern Region. The river of life in the southern region suddenly slowed down in the Eastern Region and split into several branches, turning into a trickle between the fertile fields and hills. At the first fork of the river, the Whitesand Hills lay quietly on the river bank as it had for thousands of years, with its back against the plains of the Eastern Region and looking at the mountains of the Southern Region.
The workers and technicians in the mine had been evacuated. Only the security forces of the Whitesand Mining Company, including a combat battalion, two tank platoons, and artillery units fixed to the high ground of the mine, remained here to maintain order and prevent the nobles of the Eastern Region from accidentally destroying the carefully prepared stage. Soon, the security forces would also withdraw to minimize the loss of personnel.
On a high ground near the river in the mine, Holme looked at the Whitewater River, which was rippling not far away, and the straight magic track that penetrated the woods to the north of the river bank. There was a worried expression on his face.
"I'm afraid this mine can't be saved, right?" The mine manager, who used to be a serf, said to the female alien beside him. "Such a large-scale operation … Even the Firmrock Fortress didn't cause such a big commotion."
"The facilities of the mine will definitely need to be rebuilt, but no matter how tragic the war is, it rarely destroys nature itself." Tyre gently swayed the tip of her tail and glanced at the young man in front of her. The manager was not a military leader, nor a senior official in the government office, so he did not know all the secrets of this operation. He only knew that the Cecil Legion and their "alien allies" were trying to ambush a powerful monster, so Tyre did not tell him too much.
But what she said was not comforting, but the experience of the sirens in their long history.
The war of mortals often only destroyed mortals themselves, but it was difficult to shake nature itself. Even if they were hunting a man-made god this time, this fact would not change.
At the end of the day, the sirens had never seen the "gods" worshipped by humans as gods.
"You will leave with the security forces in an hour." Tyre looked up at the sky and saw that the clouds were gathering and the light of the giant sun was gradually being blocked. "I'm going to get ready."
As she spoke, she unfurled her tail. The coquettish and bizarre snake tail moved like some kind of demonic vine, and its surface gradually glowed with some magical radiance. Holme subconsciously glanced at the non-human body of the 'alien woman'. Even though he knew that she was an ally of the Southern Territory, he could not help but feel a little awkward. He asked curiously, "I've heard some legends about the sirens … A bard told it. He said that before the sea was sealed, when human ships could still sail to the distant seas, sailors would occasionally encounter the sirens. You people would often sing songs with magical powers at sea, luring ships into traps … Is that true?"
"We do sing at sea, but we will not lure human ships into traps," Tyre said, amused. "Back then, there were occasionally humans who lost their way into dangerous waters, and we would secretly rescue them … The sirens do not want the sea to swallow any life that does not belong to the sea. The water quality will deteriorate."
After getting some useless foreign knowledge, Holme, who liked to pursue new things, left satisfied. He was ready to pack some personal belongings and leave with the security forces. Tyre stayed on the high ground by the river bank. When the time was just right, she climbed up a magical crystal tower on the high ground.
The serpent's tail coiled around the crystal of the magic device, establishing a secret connection with each other. The runes on Tyr's body flickered with a faint light. She opened her hands and began to hum an ancient and incomprehensible song of the deep sea.
Although her style was somewhat questionable and unreliable, Tyre was actually a relatively conservative siren. She was fond of the oldest and most orthodox siren songs, and she was good at weaving magical power into these ancient songs, unlike the other new generation sirens who always delved into weird magical ballads.
The magical field surged, jumping and transmitting between the crystal towers and the sentry towers. The invisible magical power rode on the ripples in the depths of space and sent the song that contained the message into the domain of the elements. Tyre sang softly, feeling the rhythms of the magical power and the elements. She sighed in satisfaction and contentment in her heart.
Those Dead Heavy Metal Tidebreakers … will always be evil.
…
In the Holy Spirit Plains, in the Brave Ones assault team, Hunter sat in his tank and looked at the indescribable monster in the distance through the periscope. The faint blue light of the mind protection system shone on the gunner's face. It was quiet and peaceful.
He was a civilian from the old Cecil, one of the eight hundred refugees when Cecil was rebuilt.
Before he put on a military uniform, he was a hunter.
He still remembered the forest next to the old Cecil where he could feed his family. He also remembered the fire in the town and the cries of his neighbors when the aberrations attacked the territory. He remembered how the soldiers who covered his retreat fell. He also remembered the cheers of the survivors when he went into the mountains with the hunting team and brought back the first batch of meat after the new camp was built.
As a civilian born in the countryside, he felt that he had experienced many things in his life that others would never experience. If these things could be written down, it might even be as thick as a book.
A teacher from the night school had once said that in this era, most of the life experiences of the commoners were not even enough to fill a blank sheet of paper. The commoners of Cecil were the lucky ones. They were able to write down much more than the commoners of other places.
Hunter did not know if he was lucky, but he still remembered when the new camp resisted the attack of the Aberrations for the first time, Gawain was shocked. When Duke Cecil awarded him the Medal of Honor, he felt happier than ever in his life.
This kind of happiness encouraged him and made him sign up for the third expansion of the army. This allowed him to learn new technology and come to this scorched plain to become a member of the "Bravehearts".
The faint light of the mind protection system calmed the hunter's heart. In a strange and relaxed atmosphere, he once again put his eyes close to the periscope and looked at the target in the distance.
In fact, his life had not changed. What he had to do was still the same as before.
The hunter was here, the prey was there, waiting patiently and cautiously between the two.
Although the prey was a little bigger, the hunter no longer had a bow in his hand.
Hunter's hand was on the rail gun's trigger. He had to fire very carefully and accurately because this car only had one shell.
The rest of the vehicles only had one shell each.
In fact, not only did they only carry one shell, even the car crew was reduced to only two people, one gunner and one observer, and one driver and commander. This was the limit of the personnel to make the "Warhammer-I" tank work. All of this was to reduce the weight as much as possible, improve the speed and maneuverability of the tank, and increase the survival rate after firing the gun.
After all, for the monster, ordinary tank guns did not have much effect except for the enraging effect.
At this moment, the car's communication device flashed, and an order was issued from the higher ups.
"Start the operation!"
…
In the depths of the distant Endless Sea, on the land named "Io Continent" by the sirens, the huge Elemental Tower had been activated. The surging energy drove the advanced and sophisticated machine, causing its layers of shell-like structure to emit a faint light, and the spherical device at the top of the tower to ripple like a dream. Above the tower, the amazing energy had gathered into a vague vortex, stirring the clouds and constantly rotating.
In the square below the tower, thousands of sirens gathered together, orderly and solemn, ready.
Even the lively sirens had times when they became serious.
On the high platform next to the square, the Queen of the Sirens, Petia, stood at the front with a trident in her hand. A Deep Sea Maid came to her side and respectfully bowed her head. "Your Majesty, Tyr has sent the coordinates and identification password: tide, feast."
The siren queen nodded slightly. "Open the crack generator."
Under the control of the deep sea technicians, the Elemental Tower emitted a strange wave-like sound, and the illusory vortex above the tower instantly expanded and solidified. Accompanied by terrifying energy waves, the vortex expanded into an inverted funnel, and the whole square was instantly covered by a layer of light curtain, completely isolated from the outside world.
In the middle of the sea monsters on the square, General Vanessa raised the trident in her hand and ordered, "Attack!
"Attention — evaporate!"
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