Spider silk?

Malm Dunnet's face showed a very brief look of astonishment, and the next second, his astonishment turned to horror.

The spider silk instantly merged into his spirit body, and then as if it grew and spread from his body, endless spider silk emerged from his skin and began to wrap around his whole body, the former pope who had turned into a spirit let out a roar of told, and then tried to summon the power of the gods to help him out of trouble, but his best efforts were not answered—some kind of force blocked the connection between him and the gods!

This was the most terrifying truth for Malm Dunnet, even more so than the strange runes that Philip had shown and the strange spider silk that had popped up at the moment - how could there be anything that could stop him from connecting with the gods? How could there be something capable of intercepting the power of the supreme god of war?! At this moment, there was an unprecedentedly solid connection between him and the gods, how could this connection be so easily disconnected?!

Furious and stunned, he roared in a hoarse and chaotic voice, "What did you do?!" I have the strongest connection with the Lord, how can it be ......"

His roar stopped abruptly halfway through, the silk that had invaded his spirit had completely taken over his ability to move, and the figure of a white-haired girl emerged from his frozen vision.

The white-haired girl came to Malm Dunit with a very serious look on her face: "Because you are closer to me now." ”

Unfortunately, Malm Dunit could no longer hear this answer.

It was only at this time that Philip really breathed a sigh of relief, he took a long breath while soothing his pounding heart, and then looked at the soldiers and civilians around him who were nervously following the situation and ready to help at any time - all of them took out the "mental protective device" they carried with them, and the nearest senior staff officer had already put his hand on the button that sounded the alarm, seeing everyone's reaction like this, the young imperial general nodded slightly with relief: "The crisis is over, Let's go back to work. ”

Then he looked at Naretil, who was standing aside, and Malm Dunit, who was sealed by layers of spider silk and took on a strange "cocoon", and couldn't help but say, "This is the 'messenger' sent by the gods to spread pollution when they were on the verge of madness?" I didn't expect to catch ...... so easily."

Naretil, who was on the side, immediately shook his head: "Because it's just an incarnation, it's very simple. ”

"Just an avatar?" Philip's eyes widened.

"Well," Naritir nodded, "the soul is empty, the personality and mind are fake, and most of the actions should be controlled remotely by some hidden entity...... Or it takes a large number of such avatars to condense to form an ontology. Anyway, now that the connection between the avatar and the 'ontology' has been broken, I can't track it - it's not in my web, and the spider silk can't spread too far away from the neural network. ”

Philip couldn't hide the loss in his expression, and couldn't help asking, "...... So is this shell avatar useful to us? ”

"It's still useful," replied Naritier after a moment's thought, "and I'll ask Duvalt and Megael to help disassemble it when I get back, and maybe there are some memories left in it." ”

"Then I'm going to work hard for you."

Philip nodded, and then his gaze couldn't help but return to Malm Dunit, his face complicated as his gaze swept over the obvious and familiar sacred symbols on the other man's clothes. The young Imperial General opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end all the words turned into a wordless sigh.

He had also believed in the god of war, and even now, he couldn't tell if he had really given up that faith.

Philip had a hard time thinking about Typhon's catastrophic situation when he first learned about it, and he even went to the church of the Church of Light to discuss the question of faith with the clergy who had found the new doctrine, which had some effect, and then he carefully studied many of the statements of His Majesty Gawain Cecil on social order and religious belief, which also had some effect.

At the very least, his mind was re-established after that, so that he would not be confused by his words and deeds.

However, at this moment, seeing the symbol of the god of war again, and seeing a high-ranking priest from Typhon who had become the spokesman of the mad god, he couldn't help but sigh, and couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and emptiness in his heart.

He suddenly remembered what Gawain Cecil the Great had said to him in a small talk...... Probably, this is the "labor pain" that many people in this world are destined to face once.

Naretil circled Malm Dunit twice, pulling more silk out of the air, wrapping the unresponsive spirit body even stronger as if it were being packed, and then grabbed the silk net around the other's waist and carried it—a muscular adult much larger than her current size seemed to weigh less in her hands. After doing all this, she glanced up at Philip and said casually: "Be cautious, after all, you have been baptized, and you have a very religious faith—according to the research of human disobedients, the 'connection' has already been established in this case, and even if you are not so religious in your consciousness, it seems that this connection will not easily disappear." ”

Before she could finish speaking, she had already taken a step forward, and the "former god" seemed to have crossed an invisible barrier, and its figure disappeared in front of everyone along with the "goods" it carried.

Philip didn't have time to thank Naretil, much to the chagrin of the young general, who had always valued etiquette, but he didn't have much time to dwell on his personal feelings.

"General," an adjutant walked over when he saw this, and the adjutant still had a hint of nervousness and jealousy on his face, it seemed that the sudden change just now left a deep impression on him, "That was the 'messenger' who spread pollution just now, right?" Looks like the catastrophe on Typhon's side is completely out of control......"

Divine calamity, this thing is either an unheard of concept for most countries in the world, or it is limited to high-level circulation of classified information, or even a forbidden matter that is forbidden to circulate, but the Cecil, who have already faced two catastrophies, is no stranger to it - the concept of catastrophic is written in Cecil's textbooks, newspapers, radio, and all front-line army combat manuals.

Everyone here knows what they might be up against, and they don't shy away from talking about it.

"We could have doubted it before......," Philip said in a deep voice, with a solemn face, "but now it is almost certain that the out-of-control God of War pollution has infiltrated Typhon's military system, and the Divine Disaster has broken out in Typhon, and from now on, we are fighting against the runaway God of War." ”

Philip said this sentence as if with all his might, and then he slowly raised his head, but instead of looking at his lieutenant, his gaze went over the adjutant's shoulder, over the busy hall, over the thick and sturdy walls of the Cloistol, which was the direction of the Winterwolf Castle.

……

The sun had set two hours earlier, and the thick darkness of night was enveloping the wasteland.

However, the night that should have been silent was torn apart by continuous artillery fire, and the flash of the magic crystal cannonball explosion and the scorching ray swept across the cold night again and again, in the terrifying whistling, crackling, and roaring, Winterwolf Castle seemed to be besieged by countless hideous beasts in the night, shaking violently in the continuous artillery bombardment.

But this "shaking" is just an illusion, Androsa is familiar with Winterwolf Castle, she knows that this fortress is still strong, all shield nodes still have a high safety margin, the enchanted city wall has not been substantially damaged so far, and the mages guarding this fortress and the soldiers who control the ballista on the wall also have room to rest in shift, and the defenders are still full of physical strength.

This is the most comforting stalemate of all kinds, and most of the credit for this situation should be attributed to the Black Flag Wizards.

Above the city wall in the southwest direction, a large hazy magic halo accompanied by layers of rune light and shadow that appeared out of thin air rose into the air, under the powerful resonance amplification effect, the legion-level spell took shape again, and in the next second, a lightning storm came in the sky several kilometers away from the city wall, and the thick thunder swept across the battlefield, in the bright flash brought by the thunder explosion, Andersa's transcendent vision was in full swing, and she vaguely saw that the Cecil people's artillery position was on the edge of the lightning storm's strike range.

They looked like they had stepped back a little again - and that would further weaken their own long-range artillery.

Not all "Sky Fire" can cross a distance of several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers to hit the target, and the magic guide devices of the Cecil people also have various range limits, and after the distance is widened, a considerable number of small and medium-sized "Sky Fire" can no longer threaten the walls of Winterwolf Castle.

But that's not all that is something to be happy about.

The legion-level spells that the Black Flag Mage Regiment is proud of, spells that can produce devastating firepower on the battlefield, can only be used for passive defense here, and the magic power condensed again and again is consumed on the fruitless "deterrent bombardment", the mages are bombarding the open space with precious magic power, and only occasionally can destroy a few aggressive enemy squads, which is not a result at all.

Count Parin Wintercastle's face had not improved since nightfall.

However, Andesa knew that there was no way to do it, and there was only one sentence in the final analysis-the Cecil people were willing to spread their troops across the plains and rampage, even if they eliminated a few echelons, there were still more echelons to support from behind, but Winterwolf Castle was not willing to let the Black Flag Mage Regiment step out of the city wall.

But that's not how it should be......

Andesa stood on the terrace high above the castle, staring at the chaotic, turbulent cold night with a frown, and everything in front of her even made her suddenly feel a little absurd.

She knew that it was the Church of the God of War that had gone wrong and caused Typhon to start the "war" by mistake, but the Cecil, as the opponent, ...... Why is the reaction so strange?

They also seemed determined to fight, but this did not match the judgment of her grandfather and many of the country's military advisers about the situation.

"General," the adjutant's voice suddenly came from behind him, bringing Andessa's thoughts back, "Count Wintercastle has asked you to come and discuss the plan for tonight's city defense—he's in the East Hall. ”

Andesa glanced back at the direction of the city wall one last time, turned to the adjutant and nodded, "I see." ”

She stepped along, ready to leave the terrace, but before she could pass the adjutant, she suddenly stopped again.

"General?"

"Is there a reply from the imperial capital? Matilda, your majesty, or my grandfather," she asked, "is there an echo?" ”

"No," the adjutant shook his head, "the correspondence to Aldenan has sent your letter three times, but there has been no reply. The network of transmission towers from the border to the imperial capital has just been renovated recently, and it is difficult to say whether any of the nodes in it will have slow forwarding, if you are worried that there is a problem on the way forwarding, we can send it again. ”

Slow forwarding...... At a time like this?

Andesa looked at her adjutant: "Claudien, if we are all in great chaos here, then as the headquarters of the God of War Church, Aldenan ......"

"It's a terrible possibility, but at this stage we can only trust the judgment of His Majesty and the Parliament and their abilities," said the adjutant, "and everyone has their own things to do. ”

“…… You're right," Andesa said helplessly, after a few seconds of hesitation.

In any case, obedience was her childhood education, and as a border commander, she knew her powers were limited.

"General, do you need to contact Aldenan again?" The adjutant asked.

"No need, I'm going to the East Hall to find Count Wintercastle first," Andesa shook her head and walked forward, casually instructing the adjutant at the same time, "You go to the hall on the first floor, and come to me in time for any situation." ”

"Yes, General."

Leaving the terrace, Andesa walked down the spiral staircase, through the corridor connecting the tower and the city walls, and walked briskly in the direction of the East Hall.

The cold night breeze mixed with the sound of artillery fire in the distance blew through her fine sideburns.

At a fork in the road, she stopped abruptly.

Andesa looked up at a tower not far away—a mage's tower, but at the top of it floated an eerie ring that glowed faintly in the night, and the ring was slowly rotating under the force field, some kind of low, faint humming sound echoing in the night.

It was the communication tower of Winterwolf.

Andesa doesn't usually set foot in this facility, as she doesn't have the talent of a spellcaster, doesn't know how the teleportation tower works, and doesn't have access to the magic devices inside, so her mages have always done it for her.

Now that the war had suddenly broken out and the affairs of Winterwolf Castle were in chaos, she had barely had the slightest respite, let alone the opportunity to keep an eye on the operation of the Messenger Tower, which in itself was not something that she should be personally concerned about as a Supreme Commander.

But at this moment, she stopped in front of the communication tower.

Circumstance...... Something seemed wrong, she felt like she might have missed a detail, or been blinded by something.

Andelsa's expression suddenly turned grim, her hand pressed on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and strode in the direction of the communication tower.

In front of the tower, two battle golems stood silently, seemingly functioning properly.

Andesa stepped past the two golems and reached out to push open the door of the communication tower.

A streak of blood wafted into her nostrils.