From the air, the Winterhold Fortress Group and the narrow plain to the west of the Fortress Group are already like a boiling sea of glow-

Hundreds of thousands of transcendents are stationed in hundreds of camps of all sizes, and this huge camp community forms an unimaginable giant network of mana, surging magic power rushes across the vast land, constantly converging on more than a dozen commanding heights around the Wintercastle fortress group, and the beam of light that penetrates the heavens and the earth rises from the top of the mountain, and every time the light flashes, there are powerful balls of light falling from the sky;

Cecil's armored torrent was advancing towards the eastern front, several armored trains were moving on the tracks, tank clusters and various light and medium tanks were crushing the dry winter earth, huge cannons were roaring in the billowing smoke and dust, dense flashes of light were undulating like waves in front of this "iron stream", shells and energy beams were intertwined into a network of fire, splashing on the distant plains;

Towering mountains of giants trudged across the land, advancing in the face of the overwhelming ancient forbidden spells and contemporary artillery fire. Even the weakened body of the god was desperately strong and resilient in the face of angry attacks from mortals—the fire poured into him by the power of the two empires had succeeded in inflicting continuous damage, but the giant's footsteps showed no signs of slowing down, and he marched like an undefeated knight, destroying any line of defense that came before him, or using his longbow to annihilate all the "worms" who dared to harm him.

Inside the armoured train of the War Citizen, the roar of artillery penetrated through the barrier, and the muffled roar of rolling thunder echoed throughout the carriages of the tactical section, and Maryland came to an observation window on the side of the carriage and looked out in the direction of the Winterhold fortress group.

The fortress was built between the mountains, and the terrain of the entire core area of the Winter Castle defense line was gradually rising along the border of the plain, and between the slopes and hills above the ground, a brilliant stream of light was flowing on the earth, and even though there were many extinguished "black domains" in it, this "glowing sea" formed by the convergence of mortal power was still magnificent and thrilling.

"That's impressive......" the well-informed general couldn't help but sigh softly.

That is the miracle that Typhon has accumulated for hundreds of years to the present, and has been "piled up" by a huge army of transcendental beings. The mountain vein of magic should be the work of the Royal Mage Guild, the proudest of the Typhonians, and it is costly, and the number of transcendents required on the entire continent is probably something that no country other than Typhon and the Silver Empire can afford; Its efficiency and stability are not as good as those of the same size of the Magic Net, at least if the same Magic Net were used to drive the Creation of Annihilation, there would not be such frequent overload self-destruction; It may only last for a while, for there is a limit to human power, but even so, Maryland has to pay homage to the miracle—and he believes that even the Majesty to whom he is loyal will think so.

Is this the last pinnacle of the transcendent order of the old times......

The voice of the signal corpsman suddenly came from the side, interrupting Maryland's thoughts: "The track has reached the end, and the connecting section ahead has been blown up!" ”

Maryland looked up, and he saw that the plains were nearing the end, and the outermost buildings of the Winterhold Fortress group stood in the distance—Cecil's legions had crossed the area of the interlockment that had been repeatedly contested by the warring sides, and the railroad for armored trains was at the end of it.

And the mountain giant was still marching with steady and determined steps, and his goal had always been the castle with its snow-white walls on the top of the mountains, as if there was something particularly important there that was absolutely attractive to him.

Suddenly, the giant raised his arm again, and a huge bow quickly took shape in his hand, and he looked around at the battlefield around him, and then suddenly backhanded an arrow - a huge arrow pierced the air, and almost instantly fell in the steel torrent of Cecil's legion, and the tanks and multi-purpose vehicles near the landing point avoided it at the first time, but when the explosion broke out, there were still more than ten chariots destroyed in the terrifying energy impact.

Then the giant turned around again and continued towards Wintercastle in the distance.

Maryland's pupils instantly constricted-

This is the god of war that mortals believe in, and it is the appearance of a god that mortals have painted with their imagination since ancient times - without so many fancy decorations, without so many treacherous abilities, he will only sweep the battlefield with absolute strength, and face all attacks with a tenacious body - Wear perseverance, bravely advance in the enemy and destroy all threats, this is the "classic depiction" of all heroic images on the battlefield of mankind from ancient times to the present.

This giant perfectly presents all of the above.

Next to the War Citizen, there was one less Iron Scepter armored train on the duty of escort, and on another track in the distance, the second half of the Zero armored train was also badly damaged, and the remaining carriages were billowing smoke, all at the cost of chasing the gods for the past short time.

Maryland took a light breath and quickly gave instructions to the signal soldier on the side: "The armored train slows down and stops, and continues to attack the target with all weapons until the target is out of range; Other ground forces continue to advance, maintaining the output of fire; The 1st, 2nd and 4th Artillery Battalions moved forward, set up new positions on the 76th Heights, and continued the offensive ......"

……

Above the Iron Throne, an eerie starry sky and night continued to cover the land, and hordes of shadows were skimming the clouds high in the sky, speeding towards the iron-gray armored giants in the distance—from silver-gray dragoons to dragons with steel wings soaring directly through the clouds.

The cold wind howling in the sky blew through her wings, cutting through the magical barrier of the protective body like a cold blade, and the black dragon Sugina felt the turbulent air currents in the air, and squinted her eyes slightly to look into the distance.

The giant that could make even dragons tremble was clearly visible.

"Maggie...... When you wrote to me to come to Cecil to 'experience flying,' you didn't say you were going to fight this kind of thing......"

The Black Dragon Commander muttered softly, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a fearless smile, she spread her wings as if hugging the sky, the runes on the edge of the steel wings glittered in the night sky, and the dragon group members beside her also made similar moves, and the speed of the entire air formation increased again, dragging out hazy illusions under the starlight.

The Typhonians are here to sacrifice their lives and death, because it involves their lives and honor, and the Cecil are here to fight to the death, because it is also about their life and death and the idea of their homeland, and the Dragonborns ...... As mercenaries, they were originally outsiders, but at the moment they are as fierce as those humans, which may be incomprehensible in the eyes of outsiders.

But the Dragonborns take it for granted—they've taken the money, and they've made a solemn promise when they do.

The Dragonborn may be a crippled dragon, but a crippled dragon also has its own dignity and creed: when you collect money, you must do something, and if you promise it, you must do it.

Not to mention...... It's really great to be flying in the sky.

……

Blazing flames burned across the land, and the once cold Northwest Frontier was transformed into a burning furnace on this day, and in a completely destroyed Typhon camp, the uncontrolled magic that spread everywhere continued to lick the land and the barracks in the ruins.

A teleportation crystal that rolled to the ground was mostly buried by the scorching earth, and after losing the support of the control mage, the light on the surface of the crystal was rapidly dimming, but there was still a faint and vague voice coming from the depths of the crystal: "...... Call Camp Forty-Four, and Wintercastle Mage Tower call Camp Forty-Four...... Report your ...... The flow of mana is unstable, and we need to ...... Received a call back......"

The corpses, also buried in the dirt, could not respond to the sound coming from the crystal, and the entire camp was filled with only the crackling sound of flames burning the barracks, except for the low whistling of runaway magic, but suddenly, a pile of loose dirt near the crystal was pulled away by a bloody hand, and a battlemage who could no longer see it struggled to emerge from the collapsed fortifications, wriggling in the dirt.

He reached for the extinguishing teleportation crystal, which brightened again after being replenished with mana.

"Here it is...... Camp 44 ......"

"Report your situation, Camp Ten needs more mana......"

"There's no more magic...... Camp 44 was destroyed by a direct hit, as were the camps I could see nearby...... Our people are dead. ”

The voice on the other side of the crystal was silent for two seconds, and then it sounded again: "Roger, we'll redirect the mana to relocate to the remaining camps, you can ...... Retreated. ”

“…… Roger that. ”

The crystal flickered a few times, and the internal runes, which had been badly damaged, began to heat up, causing the surface of the crystal to quickly fill with cracks, and before it could shatter completely, a last vague voice came from it: "Thank you for your fight, soldier......"

The crystal shattered with a crunch, and the battlemage threw away the useless remains of the crystal, flipped himself over with the last of his strength, and leaned his remaining upper body against a ruin that was no longer visible like a broken sack.

"You're welcome ......"

He looked up at the sky, his rapidly losing luster eyeballs reflected in the night and the brilliant starlight, and in the background of the sky, Cecil's fighting machines and heavily armed dragons were flying in the direction of the Winterhold Fortress group.

Behind Camp Forty-Four, in the wilderness leading to the fortress group, the hollow Iron Giants were still striding forward, flames flowing from their feet.

……

"Camp Forty-Four is gone, and the last interception barrier we set up in front of the fortress group was destroyed three minutes ago," a high-ranking battle mage said to Parin Dongborg in a heavy tone, "At this point, our frontal defense force is less than thirty percent, and only the walls, shields, and mage towers of the fortress group itself remain. ”

"Their sacrifices have given us precious time and magic, and if the Forge of Annihilation can be fired one more time, we will be one step closer to final victory." Count Winterhold said with a solemn expression, and at the same time glanced at the magical illusion not far away - the mage's eye set up in the sky looked at the Wintercastle defense line from a distance, and among the mountains where the fortress group was located, more than half of the beams of light that penetrated the heavens and the earth had been extinguished, and the magical network flowing on the earth had become full of holes, and there were shocking scenes everywhere.

The Transcendent Nodes set up near the defensive line to sustain the mana supply have suffered heavy losses, but most of the Annihilation Camps within the stronghold have been extinguished...... Therefore, even if the entire defense line is crumbling, this vast network of magic has not completely collapsed.

This is perhaps the only "good thing" that has happened here since the battle broke out......

Parin Wintercastle shook his head, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, there was only an unwavering sparkle in them.

……

In the hall of the secret law, the illusory and hazy starlight has completely penetrated the original walls, floors and roofs, and the entire hall is like a glass room placed among the stars of the universe, and a strange eye made of intricate lines floats in the center of this "sea of stars", staring at the image presented by the magic projection not far away with his empty "pupil".

In that magical projection, the battlefield scene captured by the remaining mage eyes flashed back to this day, or the image of the iron giant marching forward, or the scene of Cecil's legion advancing from the sky and the surface at the same time.

“…… It's thrilling...... I really didn't expect you to develop like this during the time I was asleep...... I thought that after the tide was destroyed by the dragons, I would never see such a brave scene of mortals again, but I didn't expect you 'remnants' who rose from the ruins to do this. Incredible, incredible...... You mortals are far more tenacious than I thought. ”

"Mortals are easily defeated, but they always get up, and that's how our history continues to this day," Rosetta Augustus, standing in the background of the "starry sky", said in a calm tone, then glanced at the iron giant in the magic projection, and quietly changed the subject, "Now, we can do enough damage to him." ”

"Enough? Is it enough? Maybe that's enough...... It's a delicate question," said the eerie hollow eye unhurriedly, "I can't quantitatively tell you exactly how much damage a god has suffered from your mortal attacks...... But now your chances of success are much higher than they were when you were alone. ”

"Well, you have to keep your promises, too."

"Of course, I'll make it...... But only if you can really deal him a fatal blow when the time comes—and that will need to weaken him as much as possible. You know, my current power is very limited, and it can be quite challenging to deal with a full god in this state. ”

Rosetta quietly stared at the hollow eye floating not far from him, and said in a low and slow tone, "We'll do it." ”

……

When the human world sets off a turbulent wave, there are distant eyes watching this battlefield of mortals and gods.

On the top floor of the towering central temple, large enough to overlook the entire terrace of Talrond, the blonde figure was standing in the faint glow of the setting sun, silently looking in the direction of the Loren continent.

Hagere stood aside respectfully and whispered, "My lord, you have been watching for a long time. ”

The blond-haired figure was silent for a second before whispering, "For me, it's just a moment. ”

Hagere didn't say much, he just followed the god's gaze and looked into the distance, but quickly withdrew his gaze.

He knew what was going on in that direction, and what was happening...... It reminded him of a long time ago.

But he knew he shouldn't be reminiscing about those things, especially in this place.