Fire, smoke, and the smell of blood. The air was burned and decomposed by arcane energy. Rocks and steel fell apart.
Border Camp 22 had been razed to the ground.
Silent as statues, the black-armored knights stood in the midst of the devastated ruins. Corpses from both sides of the battle were strewn across the battlefield. When the sun rose, a cold wind whistled across the plains in the morning light, sending the smell of blood and smoke far away.
Among the black-armored Knight who could still stand, some of their armor had been torn apart, revealing the equally tattered body beneath. Flesh and blood, torn by scorching blades or rays, trembled in the cold wind. Abnormal granulation and strange, viscous substances squirmed out from the edges. It should have been a terrifying sight for ordinary humans, but the Knight seemed to be unaware of it. They just stood there silently, waiting for orders.
The leader of the Knight Order, Count Moglock, stood on a rock at the edge of the battlefield, silently looking at the results he had just achieved. In his turbid, restless, and fragmented mind, he vaguely felt that he had done something terrible. But soon, this thought was replaced by more fanatical thoughts.
He began to formulate the next battle plan and began to think about how to expand the results at hand. At the same time, he was also slightly surprised. He was surprised by the unexpected casualties caused by the Iron River Knight Order. He never thought that the powerful Iron River Knight Order would lose nearly a quarter of their forces just to take down a border outpost. This was almost equivalent to the loss of a head-on attack on a castle guarded by Transcendents. And the enemy stationed here … was just a group of ordinary people.
This outpost was even only surrounded by a wall.
This gave Count Moglock a strange feeling in his heart. Even when his mind was constantly roaring with all kinds of indescribable howls and murmurs, he felt a certain … vigilance from the feeling. He seemed to know where the vigilance came from. It came from the human part of him who was' loyal to Typhon '. He saw a threat from those powerful ordinary people, a threat to his country.
But soon, even this sober thought disappeared. Some kind of irritation from the depths of his soul encouraged him. He felt that he still had a mission to fulfill. There was a goal of loyalty that was more important than his country and his monarch. This goal of loyalty required him to achieve something greater …
Or, he could lead his team to an even greater destruction.
Count Morgecko raised his head and saw the Palamel Highlands appear in his line of sight. He knew that there was an astronomical facility on the highlands that was very important to the Cecil people. Intelligence showed that the facility had just been completed. Although there were troops stationed nearby, they shouldn't be able to withstand the remaining forces of the Ironriver Knights. Inside the facility, there seemed to only be a group of weak researchers and two or three powerful but aged wizards ….
This should be enough to further anger Cecil's people. Moreover, the difficulty of attacking an academic facility was obviously far lower than attacking Changfeng Stronghold.
He raised his hand, and the knights who were resting and were still full of fighting power immediately stood up and gathered around him as if they had received a telepathic message.
After a simple reorganization, the Knight of the Iron River Knight Order reorganized their troops and left Border Camp 22, which had lost its value. They came to a gentle slope. Here, Count Moglock cleared his throat (he always wanted to clear his throat because he felt as if something was moving in his throat) and wanted to give the next order to attack.
However, at this moment, a strange, teeth-numbing buzzing sound suddenly came from nowhere and attracted the attention of the Typhon noble.
He did not even look up. Relying on his experience and the nerve reflex in his bones, he completed the judgment that it was the attack of the Cecil's magic-guided weapons. The Knight Order had not finished charging yet, and without a combined shield, the warriors could not resist the weapons of the Cecil's people. After this momentary judgment, he immediately ordered everyone to spread out and lie down, ready to avoid the continuous bombardment.
However, just as the Knight Order had the time to move their bodies, a blinding white beam containing terrifying magic swept across the sky from afar. Everything in its path was reduced to ashes. Rocks and steel instantly exploded or melted, and fragile flesh was vaporized on the spot. The entire Knight Order was drowned in the deadly white light like a sand castle swept by a huge wave. Even the 'monsters' who had lost their ability to think screamed miserably in this terrible white light.
In the chaotic consciousness of Count Moglock that was rapidly dissipating, he did not recall anything, did not think about anything, and did not even have time to sigh.
The speed of the Prismatic Beam was obviously not comparable to that of a normal cannon. Even the well-trained Knight could not avoid the energy torrent that was like the gaze of the grim reaper.
A few kilometers away, an armored train covered in heavy steel was cruising at a low speed. Above the armory carriage at the rear of the train, the Prismatic Beam with streamlined shell and large focusing crystal was cooling down little by little. The cover structure at the back of the carriage was lifted up by the mechanical device, revealing the dark red thermal conductive grid inside. Accompanied by the hissing sound of air pressure, a large amount of steam spewed out in all directions.
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The technology of the catch (ex) rainbow cannon had been constantly improving. Even the most troublesome problem of heat dissipation had been solved after the technicians found a cooling conduit from the Age of Gondor and deciphered its mystery. Although there were still problems such as the large size of the heat dissipation structure and the additional cooling time required after continuous firing, at least now these powerful energy cannons could finally be installed on land vehicles such as armored trains.
In the tactical section in the middle of the train, Maryland was standing in front of the command console, observing the position of the hillside after the Prismatic Beam sweep through the external monitor.
It was now like hell, but this did not mean that all the enemies had been wiped out. The Iron River Knight Regiment was a powerful army, and the cunning Typhon would not let such an elite unit attack the entire defensive line alone. It was almost as if they were sending their trump card to their deaths, and without sufficient support, the Knight Regiment's combat strength would be reduced by half.
So there must be a larger movement behind this attack. Although he did not know what the Typhon were planning, it was best to fire a few more times in that direction for safety's sake.
At the same time, he used the secondary cannons to hit the possible hiding and ambushing areas around the target point.
General Maryland was a cautious man.
The main cannons and secondary cannons of the Iron Throne began to fire freely, and the deafening roar penetrated the barrier of the carriage, causing a low echo in the command center. Maryland's brows furrowed as he heard the familiar roar.
He did not understand why the Typhon wanted to start a war.
But it did not matter if he did not understand. The situation here had been urgently reported to the Imperial Capital, and the army of Longwind Fortress had completed their preparations and assembly according to the plan. When the Iron Throne — Giant Serpent eliminated the Iron River Knight Regiment, a large number of troops of the First Legion were ready for a fierce counterattack. Cecil's warriors never relaxed, and everyone was ready for war. The war had come out of nowhere and was a little sudden, but since the Typhon had come … then they could forget about leaving.
Next, perhaps it was Winterwolf Fortress's turn to bleed.
… …
The Winterwolf Knight Regiment stopped after crossing the boundary of the Contract Castle. The faster Gryphon Scouts and several mechanized mage squads continued to advance towards the west.
This was Andesha's plan. She had to be prepared for the worst.
If the vanguard could catch up to the Iron River Knight Regiment, then they could appear to delay, harass, and delay the Knights who had already lost control. The Winterwolf Knight Regiment at the rear could use this opportunity to charge up and attack the Knights who had lost control. This was the only way she could think of to stop the Knights after seeing the mutated War God Clerics. Although the regular Knight Regiment could not use the 'Heat Cone' Regiment to attack, Andesha was still confident that she could stop Count Morlock and his Knight Regiment.
But if the vanguard could not catch up to the target, if the target succeeded in carrying out their terrifying plan …
Then the Winterwolf Knight Regiment would have more time and space to quickly retreat to Typhon's territory and fill up the defensive line of Winterwolf Fortress.
They had to be prepared to face the furious counterattack of the Cecil Regiment.
Of course, even now, Andesha still had a little hope in her heart. She hoped that Count Morlock was not as irredeemable as those mutated War God Clerics, and that the Iron River Knight Regiment could still be stopped by relatively gentle means. She did not want to point her sword at the Typhon Regiment unless it was absolutely necessary.
Bright magic bullets suddenly appeared in the distance, interrupting all of Andesha's thoughts.
Three red bullets.
The young Wolf General looked at the magic bullets in the sky, his expression more unpleasant than ever.
This matter was no longer something that could be settled on the negotiation table.
In the next hundredth of a second, Andesha threw away all thoughts that were destined to never be realized and accepted the cold reality. She turned around and raised her longsword.
"Return to Winterwolf Fortress!"
… …
Urgent reports from the borders were transmitted through various Mana Net nodes, traversing thousands of miles and mountains in the blink of an eye. When the terrifying flood of the Prismatic Cannon swept across the land, a special Mana Net terminal in the highest government office began to hum urgently.
As the passive party, the capital of the Cecil Empire received the news even faster than the Typhon Regiment who 'initiated the war'.
The person in charge of this Mana Net terminal was a young lady. She quickly ran to the desk and connected the device, but in the next few seconds, she was stunned.
The young lady who had been transferred to this office for less than a week did not seem to have reacted to what she had heard. But in the next moment, Heti who was passing by pushed the door open and came in.
"What happened?" Heti looked at the young clerk standing beside the Mana Net terminal, "Why are you in a daze?"
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"Great Governor Heidi..." The young clerk blinked her eyes as she finally realized what was going on. "Changfeng Defense Line is under attack! The Typhon Regiment has started the war! "
Heti's eyes widened in an instant, "What did you say?!"
The next second, she quickly ordered with a serious face, "Summon the ambassador of the Typhon Regiment immediately. Also, prepare Conference Room One!"
The government office of Cecil Empire was like a magic engine that had suddenly entered overdrive mode, and in the blink of an eye, it started operating with a loud bang.
In the shortest time possible, an emergency meeting was organized. Half of the people who participated in the meeting were not present, but the Mana Net communication allowed everyone to sit face to face.
Heti quickly explained the situation, and this explosive news caused even the cold Duchess Victoria to show a look of shock.
"Is our line with the Typhon Regiment still open?" Duke Bodwin, who was connected through the Mana Net, asked urgently, "What did their ambassador say?"
"The Typhon Regiment did not cut off the line. I have sent an emergency message to Oldenheim, but due to the delay in forwarding and manual transcription, I have not received a reply from Oldenheim," Heti said quickly, "As for their ambassador in the imperial capital, I have summoned him urgently, but he does not seem to know about this matter. When he heard the news, he was even more surprised than I was."
"The ambassador does not know that his country has declared war?" An official from the government office stared, his expression was either angry or amused, "Is this the sense of humor of the Typhon Regiment?"
Heti looked at a holographic image beside the round table, "General Philip, tell me about the situation at the border."
Philip nodded, "We have lost a border defense point near the Palamel Highlands. Only ten percent of the defenders have successfully evacuated, the rest have died bravely in battle. Fortunately, General Maryland has eliminated the enemy who invaded the defensive line. The Iron Throne, the Anaconda, and three light armored trains are patrolling the railway network, temporarily filling the gap in the defensive line, and at the same time, searching for any remaining invaders. At present, it is preliminarily confirmed that the invaders are the Typhon Regiment of the Iron River Knight, but for some reason, this Typhon Regiment did not coordinate with infantry and battle mages. Instead, they just charged straight in. This is the main reason why they were quickly eliminated. "
"So far, are there any other movements by the Typhon Regiment?"
"There are no military movements with a clear purpose, but the First Legion is always preparing for war."
Facing war.
Philip's words seemed to have an invisible force, creating a solemn atmosphere in the conference room.
Heti looked up and looked around the room.
The holographic projections of the participants surrounded the round table, and their eyes fell on her.
But she could see that behind every pair of eyes, there was a sense of uneasiness.
The most important person was not here at the moment.
Even Heidi found it hard to control her emotions. Her heart had been beating faster than usual since just now. At this moment, she hoped more than ever that her ancestor, who was as powerful as a mountain, could appear immediately so that he could quickly suppress and resolve this unexpected crisis with thunderous means or formulate a perfect response plan. However, she also knew that the problem could not be solved by relying on imagination.
Her ancestor had not returned yet, but he would be back soon, and before that, she had to fulfill her responsibilities.
"Summoning the ambassador, contacting the other party's capital, and sending the national affairs inquiry, these are the requirements of international law. These are the rules set by our Majesty and the Emperor of the Typhon Regiment. And now, Cecil has fulfilled his responsibilities in this regard." Heti said in a low voice, "Whether the Typhon Regiment follow the rules they personally promised is their own business. Now, we should do our own thing.
"Philip, let the First Legion complete their preparations and advance towards the boundary line of the Contract Castle in the shortest time possible. No matter if the Typhon Regiment has any follow-up military movements, we have to take back the initiative. And if the Typhon Regiment has any hostile actions, attack as soon as they enter the firing zone. You and General Maryland are fully in charge of the specific battle plans.
"Godwin, prepare to control and guide public opinion. You should have a lot of plans in this regard …
"Anton, you're temporarily in charge …"
Heti quickly made rough assignments. In the face of this sudden situation, she had no time to make detailed arrangements in the meeting. Many things had to be decided quickly. After making all the arrangements, she stood up and put her hands on the table.
"Everyone, this is no longer a 'conflict'. Although there are still many strange things in this matter, we have to be prepared for the worst — it is likely to develop into a full-scale war!"
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