From Gwen's point of view, what Rosetta was doing was not even a conspiracy — everything was happening in broad daylight.
It even gave him a feeling that Rosetta Augustus, who was far away in Oldenheim, was giving him a look, telling him to catch it.
Gwen thought about it seriously and felt that he could only catch it because all of this happened to be what he was looking forward to.
No matter what method was used, it was necessary to reduce the carriers of mental corruption as much as possible, weaken the influence of the God of War in the material world, and fend off the enemy outside of the country. In this regard, Rosetta and Cecil were just working together tacitly.
"Ancestor, is this really okay?" Heti could not help but frown. Rosetta Augustus' series of actions were really beyond her expectations. In her impression, this bold and unreasonable operation seemed to be something only the ancestor could do. "The people of Typhon are using our hands to get rid of the mentally mutated infected …"
"The key now is not whether this is okay or not, but that this is the only way. Rosetta threw us a ball that we have to catch. Now we can only play along with him." Gwen's attitude was very calm. "Or rather, this is in line with my idea. We don't have so much energy to deal with the sane Typhon people, but if it's the infected … then it's a different story."
Heti still had a strange feeling in her heart. She pursed her lips, and there was a trace of disbelief on her face. "But he can do this openly … The soldiers and nobles who have been infected by the God of War are not normal people, but he can still command them at will, and the God of War did not react at all in the process …"
"Just like how we have been analyzing the birth and operation of the gods, Rosetta Augustus has also done his own research in this area." Gwen's expression became serious. "He has obviously found the pattern … When the gods were in a half-mad state, he accurately exploited the loophole in the field of 'war'. Even if those infected believers of the God of War were sent to die at the front line, this is essentially a part of supporting the war. As long as this is still within the framework, then he will not attract the backlash of the God of War, and those mentally contaminated nobles and soldiers will obediently listen to the orders from Oldenheim."
"The problem is that even the mentally deranged army has normal wisdom on the battlefield, and because they have lost the fear and weakness of ordinary human beings, the combat strength of those mentally contaminated people is far beyond that of normal soldiers," Heti said seriously. "Rosetta Augustus sent those out of control nobles and soldiers to Winterwolf Fort, and he is also constantly exhausting our combat strength …"
"Of course he wants to exhaust our combat strength. We have hundreds of thousands of mechanized troops stationed on Typhon's land, how can he sleep?" Gwen waved his hand. "His idea is not difficult to guess, I can only say … this plan is very good."
Rosetta Augustus' plan was obvious to Gwen. This chaotic and sudden war had plunged the two empires into a whirlpool, and countless people could not see what the future would be like. However, for the rulers of the two empires, all of this was clearly presented before them like the mountains and rivers under the sun.
This war may be sudden, but in the long run, there would be such a war between Typhon and Cecil sooner or later. So when it really came, Rosetta Augustus would inevitably try his best to get the situation back under his control and look for the biggest benefits. He sent the troops under the control of the war god to the front line, using this method to quickly reduce the potential instability in the country, and the fearless out-of-control troops could also be used to weaken Cecil's combat strength. At the same time, the out-of-control troops would also buy Rosetta precious time, allowing him to reorganize the order and gradually recover the disadvantage of Typhon at the beginning of the war.
This may not give him any advantage, but at least it could gradually bring Typhon and Cecil back to the same starting line.
In addition, Rosetta would also take this opportunity to sweep away all the unstable factors in Typhon, and get a chance to completely reorganize the order like Cecil did in the past. His rule would be unprecedentedly strengthened, and the upper echelons of Typhon would truly be united …
Of course, there was a big premise to all of this — the situation would really develop as he planned.
"Ancestor, do we need to make a plan to attack Oldenheim?" Heti saw the change in Gwen's expression, and after a moment of thought, she suddenly broke the silence. "Maybe, it will come in handy."
Gwen looked at Heti with a little surprise, and then he was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "A plan … is always necessary."
"Yes, I understand." Heti lowered her head and said. Then she looked up and saw that Gwen's eyes were on the map of the continent not far away. The map had been outlined with various lines and markings, and the seemingly messy markings faintly revealed the hidden order of this war.
"I've been thinking about something," Gwen said slowly. "Could there be something deeper behind this …"
Heti blinked, and with a hint of curiosity, she asked, "What do you mean?"
"That out-of-control God of War is only projecting his power onto the mortals who believe in him to cause chaos. But is this really all that a Divine Calamity can cause? Intelligence shows that Rosetta Augustus is carrying out a large-scale purge in the country, and at the same time, he is taking a series of actions against the Church of the God of War. Although this seems to be a very normal means to restore order, will it be a kind of active provocation for the already out-of-control god of war? " Gwen bent his finger and gently tapped the armrest of the chair as he said, "Rosetta Augustus's bold actions now give me the feeling that he is a gambler … but he can't be a gambler, or rather, he can't be a 'pure gambler.'"
Heidi showed a thoughtful expression. "He's not a 'pure gambler' …"
"A pure gambler will bet everything regardless of the cost, and Rosetta … he must have accurately calculated all the costs and the possibility of failure, and carefully gambled what he could," Gwen said in a deep voice. "So, when he decided to gamble, there is only one possibility — he did have a certain degree of 'gambling capital' and confirmed that there is a possibility of success. Whether it is profit or loss, it is acceptable to him."
Gwen looked very confident when he said this. Although he and Rosetta Augustus had only met once or twice, as the ruler of the empire … Cecil and Typhon had dealt with each other many times.
The commercial bills, the circulating intelligence, the records about Typhon's new policies and the Augustus family … Countless third-party information had already pieced together the "portrait" of Rosetta Augustus.
For Gwen, this "portrait" pieced together by intelligence and information was even more real and reliable than Rosetta himself.
He fell silent and began to sort out the various intelligence he had and ponder the possible actions Typhon might take next. He was not worried about the "war" from the beginning. He trusted his army, trusted Philip and other generals, trusted the technology, industry, and people of the empire. What he was really worried about had always been the things behind the war.
"The Psionic Songster project …" He suddenly looked up at Heti and said, "What's the progress so far?"
The Psionic Songster was a special soldier dedicated to fighting against all kinds of mental pollution (including the mental pollution of the gods). These special soldiers used the siren's "Song of the Deep" as the core technology, the Psionic Choir of the Eternal Sleepers as the blueprint, and relied on neural thorns and a series of ancillary equipment in the fields of biochemistry, soul, and magic to achieve "mass production". From the beginning, this special soldier project had been something Gwen had paid special attention to.
As a country that had experienced a divine calamity, Cecil had begun to study the gods a long time ago. At present, Cecil already had some technology that could resist mental pollution. However, these technologies had their own shortcomings. The most basic "Mind Protection System" was a crude and primitive use of siren runes. Its effect was limited and it could only provide passive protection. The most advanced "Humanity Barrier" operated in a neural network. Its effect was stronger and it could actively eliminate mental pollution within its "predatory" range. It could also connect to the minds of mortals for effective "treatment." However, it had to rely on the network to operate. It had high requirements for equipment and basic engineering.
For today's Cecil, the neural network could not even cover the entire country, and it was obviously more difficult for the army to maintain a smooth network. After all, there were no communication satellites in this era, and the neural network could only be maintained by the nodes of the magic net. Even the most advanced "Steel Ambassador" multipurpose tank could only maintain a limited range of signal transmission through its communication tower.
Originally, these problems were not so urgent. The Mind Protection System and the Humanity Barrier were enough for Cecil to protect himself within the borders of the country, but this sudden war had disrupted Gawain's development. Now, he urgently needed a new unit that could actively resist the mental corruption of the gods, move flexibly on the frontline, and operate independently without the restrictions of the network. It would not affect the defense of the complex expeditionary warfare conditions.
The "Psionic Songster" that the former Archbishop of the Eternal Sleepers, "Spiritsong" Venti, was training met his requirements. But there had been no progress in this project for a long time.
"About the Psionic Songster, Madam Venti sent a message yesterday," Heti said. "At this stage, the prototype soldiers are still unable to enter the battlefield. Stability is a problem. But if you have time, you can still go and see the situation. "
Sure enough, this kind of thing was not something that could be achieved just by thinking about it.
Gwen thought for a moment. "Is there anything else on my schedule today?"
Heti thought for a moment. "There will be a meeting of the archons in the evening. Before that, there is no other arrangement."
"Then let's go and see." Gwen stood up. "At least let's see what the prototype soldiers are like at this stage."
…
On the north bank of the Whitewater River, in a research facility belonging to the Imperial Military Research Department near the pyramid-shaped computing center, the testing of the Psionic Songster prototype soldiers was still in progress.
It was a spacious and bright large laboratory with a large open space in the middle of the rectangular room. In the four corners of the room, there were four alloy square pillars with gleaming metallic luster and runes. Around the open space in the center, there were many cylindrical devices neatly arranged, only half a meter high. Technicians in short white robes were busy around the cylindrical devices. Among those technicians, there were many familiar faces.
Standing at the front was a young lady with her hair tied up high. She was the former archbishop of the Eternal Rest, now a researcher of the Imperial Empire, an expert in the field of neuroscience and the mind, "Lingge" Venti. Yuri and Semler, who were also archbishops, stood beside her. In addition, Pitman, who came as a biochemical expert to assist in the work, was also present.
The test subject was a young man with freckles on his face standing in the middle of the open space.
The young man was wearing a special light armor. Rather than an armor, it was more like a "personal frame" used to fix various rune boards. The rune devices used for testing were glowing faintly in various parts of the armor. His hands and forearms were equipped with special "arm guards". The arm guards looked a little similar to the second-generation military magical terminals, but there was no weapon unit on them. The place where the ray guns and lightning launchers were supposed to be placed were replaced by a large number of finely structured metal protrusions. Obviously, they had a special function.
While the technicians were busy, the young man was checking his arm guard buckle. He moved his wrist from time to time, looking a little nervous.
When Gwen and Heti arrived at the scene, this was what they saw.
He came to the busy technicians and raised his hand to signal them to be at ease. He smiled and nodded at the young man who bowed to him in a panic. Then, he looked at "Lingge" Venti and said, "To be honest, the psionic songster is a little different from what I imagined. I thought with the word 'songster' in the name, there would at least be something related to 'singing' in the lab. But I only saw rune armor, magical terminals, and a neural bramble safe."
Venti was not surprised by Gwen's words. She smiled faintly and said, "The psionic songster's' singing 'is not something that can be heard with the ears. Naturally, there is no need to' sing 'with the mouth. Please don't be misled by the name. The reason they are called' songsters' is because the power they use comes from the Song of the Deep of the Sea of the sirens."
Gwen was startled and realized that he seemed to have misunderstood the matter. At the same time, Venti smiled and continued, "So, in theory, the psionic songster does not even need to 'sing'. Being able to control the neural brambles and a series of brainwave amplifiers is enough."
Heti, who came with Gwen, could not help but look at Venti. "I've heard the song you recorded in the program. I thought …"
"It's just a personal hobby." Venti smiled faintly. "The psionic songster's' singing 'is used to fight against the mad gods and evil spirits. Those things … don't know how to appreciate music."
(End of Chapter)
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