The military movements of the Typhonians continued, and legions of the Transcendents were summoned from all over the country to the area around Winterhold, which was now "crowded" with all the castles, cities, and fortresses of the Typhon army, and a large number of camps and makeshift stations between the lines, while Cecil's army was constantly marching to the front.

Of course, in terms of sheer numbers, Cecil's army was still far inferior to that of the Typhonians, who had a lot of money.

The atmosphere in the entire theater of operations has been tense and depressed to the extreme, and in the process of this special atmosphere and the gathering of huge personnel, the special "atmosphere" that pervades the entire region is becoming more and more obvious day by day.

"Visionary sightings" from ordinary people have begun to rise exponentially, and the number of people fleeing from the border to the interior has reached a new peak in recent days, and even those who were previously unable to leave their homeland or are not wealthy enough to move are now trying to find ways to stay away from this land of right and wrong.

In the intelligence office of Winterwolf Castle, Amber was sitting behind an extraordinarily large desk - she was surrounded by piles of intelligence documents sent from various sources, including those sent by the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Agency, as well as those collected by the front-line reconnaissance units and the clerical and file departments.

The petite half-elf sat behind the desk, looking almost drowned in papers.

Amber shifted to a relaxed position in the wide chair, her legs swaying twice, and her amber eyes swept between the quick-analysis notes and clue maps again.

She's trying to find a critical point in time and a possible "hidden danger" of the Typhons.

A bald-headed man with a scar on his face and a rather imposing appearance stood across from her, and while putting the sorted documents on the table, he asked cautiously, "Boss, look at your expression...... Did you find something? ”

"As you said, it sounds a little more powerful to call me 'Director' or 'Bureau' on a formal occasion," Amber raised her eyelids to look at her old subordinate, then shook her head slightly, "It's not such a decisive discovery...... It just sums up a few obvious conclusions. ”

As she spoke, she waved her finger over several of the clue maps: "The Typhonians have concentrated so many troops in a narrow area, judging by the simplest common sense, we all know that it is impossible for so many people to spread out on such a large battlefield - so whether they want to use these people to fight the god of war or attack us, two-thirds of the troops may not be useful, in other words, that Rosetta Augustus has gathered so many people here must not be all for war, a considerable number of them ...... Their role should be in something else. ”

"Anything else?" Scarface Anton showed a hint of confusion, "What do you mean?" ”

"I want to know that I have already reported it, so I still need to talk to you here?" Amber rolled her eyes, "And this kind of problem involving military deployment, Philip and his staff officers must be more professional than me, I just tell them what I see, how to analyze and investigate, that's their business, our really important task now...... It is to find out the time point so that you can take precautions in advance. ”

"When did the Typhonians do it......" Anton thought for a moment, then shook his head a little irritably, "No one knows what the emperor of the Typhonians is thinking, if he really wants to fight the gods with us, at least he should release some signals......"

"He won't," Amber shook her head, her expression quite open, "According to our Majesty, anything can be communicated between Typhon and Cecil, except for this matter, which would turn the war into a tease and trap against the 'war' itself, which would make all the efforts made so far in vain." ”

As she spoke, her attention had returned to the mountain of documents in front of her - if anyone else was present, she would have been surprised that she would have such a serious and committed gesture of doing something, but Anton knew that his "eldest sister" had maintained this state for several days.

When something really terrible is about to happen, Amber, who is usually very aggressive, will also get serious.

Amber didn't care what her subordinates were feeling in their hearts, she just thought about the clues she had come into contact with in the past few days, trying to analyze the actions of the Typhonians, and while summarizing those clues, she also expanded her thinking, trying to find a breakthrough point in a direction other than the existing clues.

In many cases, it is not the people in the fog who lift the clouds, but the forces beyond the clouds.

She didn't find any clues from the piles of papers on her desk that could reveal the timing of Typhon's actions, but she looked up in exhaustion and yawned, her eyes scanning a calendar hanging on the wall not far away.

After a moment of stunnedness, she blinked, as if remembering something, and asked casually, "How many days are left...... It's the New Calendar Festival, right? ”

Anton was slightly stunned, probably because he didn't expect his boss's thinking to be so wonderful, but he thought about the boss's style on weekdays, and felt that it was a very natural thing for the other party to pay attention to the festival, which was a day when he could have a holiday and an allowance to get and eat everywhere openly, so he nodded: "Yes, it will be the New Calendar Festival in two days, the first day of the year...... But let's be honest, you don't have to think about drinking on vacation or anything like that......"

Amber didn't pay any attention to Anton's ridicule in the second half of the sentence (in the past, she should have kicked the other party into the Shadow Realm), she just seemed to be a little distracted by the word New Calendar, and then looked down at the shorthand prompt written down in her hand a few times, and her eyes flashed a little - "I know! ”

……

"Three days later? New Calendar Festival? In the front-line command hall, Gawain looked at Amber who suddenly ran to report to him excitedly, "Are you sure?" ”

After living in this world for so many years, he is no stranger to traditional festivals such as the "New Calendar Festival". It's a somewhat New Year's Day, the first day of the cold moon and the first day of the year. On this day, the Frost Constellation begins to descend and the Flame Constellation begins to rise, and although the following entire month is called the "Cold Moon", the coldest days of the year will soon pass - as the following Resurrection Month approaches, people will celebrate this special holiday in a variety of ways, including not only humans, but also the elves of the south and the many races of the western continent.

While recalling some knowledge about the New Calendar Festival in his mind, an idea suddenly flashed through Gawain's mind like lightning.

He seemed to know what Amber had discovered.

"On the day of the new calendar, the gods need to rest and rearrange their rule over the world," Amber said unhurriedly, "and for this reason, all religious activities in the world will be suspended for a day - no matter which god the followers are, even those who are swaggering, will remain 'silent' on this day." People don't pray, don't go to church, don't worship at home, and even try to avoid mentioning the names of the gods because ...... God rests on this day. ”

The key to unraveling the fog is not in any one intelligence clue, but in a traditional custom - everything in the world is indeed wonderful.

Amber had a smile on her face: "Rosetta Augustus can't just rely on his own orders to get everyone to stop praying to the God of War at the same time, although he relied on the army to forcibly control the activities of the God of War Church in various places, and forcibly banned public and formal evangelistic meetings, but he can't stop people from secretly praying at home, and he can't make sure that there are not so many underground churches that secretly operate among the nearly 100 million people, let alone those God of War churches other than Typhon...... But the power of tradition can do this, at least better than he does.

"On the day of the New Calendar, everyone will stop praying, no matter which god they believe in, whether they obey Rosetta or not, everyone will do this, and according to our study of the laws of the gods, in this case, the power of the gods will lose their 'replenishment' ......"

Gawain's expression became extremely serious, he gently rubbed his index knuckles, and his tone was low: "So, if he wants to do something to God, then the new calendar will be the most suitable day...... Time is running out, but there is still time to prepare. ”

……

A few days passed in a flash.

In a meeting hall near Wintercastle, a huge brazier has been lit, candlesticks and iron sacred objects have been neatly set up around the altar, and the smell of incense emanates from the bonfire and candle flames throughout the hall.

A large number of priests dressed in black or gray robes were ushered into the assembly hall in a daze, like a group of wobbly walking corpses gathered in front of the altar, where they stood dumbfounded, as if they had lost the ability to think as normal humans, but there was a constant murmur or murmur coming from the depths of the heavy hoods, as if each of them was talking to some unseen object, even ...... We had a great conversation.

Obsidian Janissaries in black armor stood guard at the edge of the assembly hall, beneath the alloy visors, revealing a cold gaze that was almost emotionless.

A Praetorian commander glanced at the mechanical watch in his hand, and then at the sky outside through a large window not far away.

The cold wind blew into the assembly hall through the open windows, and the snow particles accumulated in the previous days were swept in.

The new year begins today...... It begins with a dark and bloody day, which no one knows at the moment whether it will lead to a hopeful future—neither does the commander, whose only task here is to carry out the orders given to him by his superiors.

"This is probably the worst New Calendar I've ever had in my life, it's so cold......," he muttered softly, striding over to a priest next to the altar.

As time went on, the smell of incense floating in the assembly hall had begun to affect the delirious priests and priests, and some of them seemed to have begun to pray in low voices, but it was far from a real "ritual", so the commander came to the priest and said unhurriedly to the face hidden under the hood: "The holy time has come, do you not offer prayers?" ”

"Sacred time...... ...... holy time," the priest muttered to himself, sounding muddy, but seemed to retain a shred of sanity, "but not today...... Today......"

"The New Calendar has passed yesterday, Mr. Bishop, you are mistaken," the commander whispered, "and look at the brazier and the candlestick in front of you...... It's a gift to God, and there's no such thing in the New Calendar, right? ”

"Oh...... Oh...... You're right, the New Calendar passed yesterday......" There was an increasingly muffled sound from under the hood, which at last had become a completely inaudible murmur, and when the murmur had become hoarse and torn, mixed with a large number of syllables that could not be uttered by humans, the Commander had quickly retreated to the edge of the assembly hall.

The sound of a low prayer was already ringing around the brazier –

“…… Blessed by the god of war, my heart is like steel, and I have been ...... through a hundred battles"

The indescribable mental pressure began to spread, and even the well-trained Obsidian Forbidden Army soldiers couldn't help but feel their skin tighten and their lips dry, and they clenched the long sword in their hands, while their eyes were focused on their own commander, while the commander stared closely at the center of the altar that was gradually dyed with iron-gray flames, and from time to time he quickly glanced at the priests around the altar, and slowly, his hand began to touch the long sword at his waist.

Inside the assembly hall, the sound of prayer was mixed together, and there seemed to be several other voices mixed in between, and the flame in the center of the altar became more and more vigorous, and outside this assembly hall, in the howling cold wind, in the vast area of the Winter Castle, in dozens of assembly halls, large and small, the same thing happened at the same time.

Suddenly there was an unusual gathering of clouds in the sky, and large areas of iron-gray clouds seemed to suddenly appear out of thin air, and in the center of the clouds, a shimmering and door-like thing had loomed, which hung high above the earth like the gate of the legendary kingdom of God, and could be clearly seen as long as you looked up in the Wintercastle area.

The remaining inhabitants of the area felt so much intimidation that they fled into their homes in terror, burrowed into the cellars, and then closed their doors and windows, while the soldiers nervously awaited further orders, and countless commanders and heralds cast their eyes in the direction of Wintercastle.

Rosetta Augustus stood in the esoteric hall on the top floor of Winterhold, her gaze looking at the sky through the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, at the projection of the gods that was already very clear in his vision.

Today is the New Calendar Day, the gods are going to "rest", and the prayer activities of the whole world have been suspended, but tens of thousands of the most corrupted gods of war are praying here...... This is some kind of strong "positioning" that is enough to accurately direct the connection of the kingdom of God to the human world.

However, as if that were not enough, the gods have not really come down – ordinary prayer cannot lead to qualitative change in quantity, and this needs to be pushed by the most crucial step.

Rosetta retracted her gaze and turned to the blazing brazier in the center of the Arcane Hall - the people in the hall had already been evacuated, even Parin Wintercastle, and now Rosetta Augustus was the only one left in this huge space, and he was the only one who could do what he wanted to do here.

He stood in front of the brazier, then seemed to think for a moment, then glanced back in the direction of the Cecil Empire.

"So far away...... I'm afraid I can't even make eye contact. ”

The Emperor Typhon muttered to himself the only joke he had made in more than a decade, and then waved his hand and grabbed it in the void.

An illusory and empty eye suddenly appeared behind him along with the starlight background, and in his hand, a hazy and distorted, shadow-like figure emerged.

That's the projection of Malm Dunit's avatar.

After grabbing the avatar, Rosetta didn't even look at it, and threw it directly into the brazier in front of him, and then he grabbed it again directly from the side - the second "Malm Dunit" was caught by him, and he threw it into the brazier again.

And then there's the third ...... Fourth ......

It's like adding firewood to a brazier.