Fire, smoke, the smell of blood, the air burned and broken down by arcane energy, and the rock and steel fell apart.

Border Camp 22 has been razed to the ground.

Sculptural silence of the black-armored knights stood in the devastated ruins, corpses from both warring sides crisscrossed the battlefield, and when the sun rose, a howling cold wind blew across the plains in the morning light, sending the breath of blood and gunpowder far away.

Among the black-armored knights who were still standing, someone's armor had been torn apart, revealing the same tattered body underneath - flesh torn by scorching blades or rays trembling in the cold wind, and abnormal flesh buds and viscous and strange growths wriggling from the edges, a sight that should have terrified ordinary humans, but the knights seemed to be unaware of this, just silently waiting for orders.

The leader of the Order, Count Moglock, stood on a stone on the edge of the battlefield, silently watching his recent victory—in his cloudy, restless, memorably fragmented mind, he had a vague feeling as if he had done something terrible, but that thought was soon replaced by more fanatical thoughts.

As he began to plan his next battle, he began to think about how to maximize the gains at hand, and he was also slightly surprised—surprised at the unexpected casualties this camp had inflicted on the Iron River Knights. He never imagined that the incomparably powerful Iron River Knights would incur nearly a quarter of the battle damage just to capture a border stronghold, which was almost equivalent to the loss of a frontal assault on a castle with transcendental beings, and the enemies stationed there ...... It's just a bunch of ordinary people.

The colony is even walled.

This caused some strange sensation in Count Moglock's heart—even in the constant roar of his mind, of all kinds of indescribable whistling and murmuring, he tasted something ...... Wary. He also seemed to know where that vigilance came from, and it came from the human part of his "allegiance to Typhon": he saw a threat in the ordinary people who were so powerful in their fighting power, a threat to their own homeland.

Soon, however, even this waking thought vanished, and a certain irritability from the depths of his soul stirred him up, and he felt that he still had a mission to fulfill, a goal of allegiance that was more priority than that of the country and the monarch, and that this goal of allegiance required him to do something greater......

Or, to bring your own team to a more sublime downfall.

Count Moglock looked up, he saw the Paramel Heights in his sight, he knew that there was a very important astronomical facility for the Cecilians on that height, and the information indicated that it had just been completed, and although there were troops stationed nearby, it should not be able to resist the remaining combat power of the Iron River Knights, and it was inside...... There seemed to be only a group of weak researchers, and two or three old mages who were strong but old......

That should be enough to further infuriate the Cecils - and it's clear that attacking an academic facility is far less difficult than storming Fort Windwind.

He raised his hand, and the knights who were resting nearby and still full of combat strength immediately quickly got up and gathered around him as if telepathically.

After a brief reorganization, the knights of the Iron River Knights regrouped and left Border Camp 22, which had lost its value. They came to a gentle slope where Count Moglock cleared his throat (he always wanted to, because he felt as if something was always moving in his throat) to give the next order to attack.

At this moment, however, a strange, tooth-aching hum suddenly came from nowhere, attracting the attention of the Typhon nobleman.

Without even looking up, he relied on experience and the nerve reflexes in his bones to complete the judgment - it was the Cecil's magic weapon attacking, and the knights had not yet finished charging, and the warriors could not resist the Cecil's weapons without a combined shield - after this momentary judgment, he immediately ordered everyone to disperse and lie down, ready to dodge the continuous bombardment that followed.

However, as soon as the knights had time to move, a dazzling white beam of light containing terrifying magic swept across the sky, sweeping from a very far distance, everything in the beam was wiped out, the rock and steel instantly exploded or melted, and the fragile flesh and blood body was vaporized on the spot, and the entire knight was drowned in a deadly white light like a castle of sand swept by a huge wave, even the "monster" that had lost the ability to think normally howled in this terrible white light.

In the rapidly dissipating chaotic consciousness of Count Moglock, he remembered nothing, thought nothing, and didn't even have time to sigh.

The speed of the iridescent rays was clearly not comparable to that of ordinary cannonballs—even a well-trained knight could not escape the torrent of energy that was like the gaze of the Grim Reaper.

Kilometers away, an armored train covered in heavy steel was cruising at low speeds, and above the arsenal car at the rear of the train, the rainbow cannon with its streamlined casing and large focused crystals was cooling down little by little, and the covering structure at the rear of the carriage was raised to the sides by the action of the mechanism, revealing the already dark red thermal grid inside, accompanied by a hissing air pressure sound, a large amount of steam gushing out in all directions.

mad1(gad2); The technology of the Catch(EX) Irescence Cannon has been improving, and even the most difficult heat dissipation problem has been solved by the technicians who have found a cooling pipe from the Gondor era and solved the mysteries, and although there are various problems such as the large size of the heat dissipation structure and the need for additional cooling time after continuous fire, at least now these powerful energy turrets can finally be installed on land vehicles such as armored trains.

In the tactical section in the center of the train, Maryland was standing in front of the command podium, observing the position of the hillside after the rainbow rays were swept through the image from an external monitor.

It's a hell now, but that doesn't mean all enemies have been wiped out, the Knights of the Iron River are a formidable army, and the cunning Typhonians shouldn't let such an elite force just run into the line alone - it's almost killing their trump card, and a lone knight can even cut their combat effectiveness in half without adequate support.

So there must be a larger scale behind this attack, and although it is not known what conspiracy the Typhonians are having, it is better to shoot a few more times in that direction to be on the safe side.

By the way, use the secondary cannon to hit a base number of possible hiding and ambush areas around the target point.

General Maryland is a cautious man.

The Iron Throne-Earthly Python's main and secondary guns began firing freely, and the deafening roar slightly pierced the barrier of the carriage, sending a muffled echo in the command center, and Maryland's brow furrowed in the familiar roar.

He couldn't understand why the Typhonians were going to war.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand it - the situation here has been urgently communicated to the imperial capital, and the army of the Changfeng Fortress has been prepared and assembled according to the plan, and while the Iron Throne - Earthly Python has eliminated those Iron River Knights, a large number of troops of the First Legion are ready to fight back fiercely. Cecil's warriors never let up, all of them were ready for war, and now the war came just inexplicably and suddenly, but now that those Typhonites came...... Then don't go.

Next, it may be the turn of Winterwolf Castle to bleed.

……

The Knights of the Winter Wolves stopped after crossing the demarcation line at Fort Covenant, while the faster Griffon Scouts and several squads of mechanized mages continued westward.

It's Andessa's arrangement – she has to be prepared for the worst.

If the vanguard can catch up with the Iron River Knights, then they can intervene to delay, harass, and delay those knights who have lost control, and the Winter Wolf Knights in the rear can take this opportunity to recharge their energy and launch an attack on those out-of-control knights - this is the only means she can think of to stop those runaway knights after seeing those mutated God of War Priests. Although the regular Knights could not use the Thermal Cone level of Legion Attacks, with the premise of numerical superiority and tactical coordination, Andesa was still fully sure that she could intercept Count Moglock and his knights.

But if the vanguard fails to catch up with the target, if the target has succeeded in carrying out their terrible plan......

Then the Knights of the Winter Wolf will have more time and space to quickly withdraw to the territory of Typhon, fill the defense line of the Winter Wolf Castle, and get ready.

Be prepared to face the angry counterattack of the Cecil.

Of course, even now, there is still a little hope left in Andessa's heart - she hopes that the Earl of Moglock is not as irretrievable as those mutated God of War priests, and that the warriors of the Iron River Knights can still be intercepted by relatively gentle means, because she will never want to point her sword at the Typhonians until she has to......

A bright magical light suddenly rose in the distance, interrupting all of Andessa's thoughts.

Three red pieces.

The young wolf general's face was more ugly than ever as he watched the magic light bullet rise into the air.

This matter is no longer something that can be resolved at the negotiating table.

In the next hundredth of a second, Andesa threw away all the doomed thoughts in her mind, accepted the cold truth, turned and raised her long sword-

"Return to Winterwolf!"

……

The emergency news from the border was transmitted through the magic network nodes in various places, and in an instant, it crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and when the terrifying torrent of rainbow light cannons swept across the land, a special magic network terminal in the Supreme Government Affairs Hall had already resounded with a rapid buzz.

As a passive party, the capital of Cecil's empire received the news even faster than the Typhonians who "went to war on their own initiative".

The clerk in charge of the magic web terminal was a young girl, who quickly ran to the table, turned on the device, and became stunned for the next few seconds.

The girl, who had just been transferred to this office for less than a week, didn't seem to realize what she had heard, but the next moment, Hetty, who happened to be passing by the side hallway, had already pushed the door in.

"What's going on?" Hetty looked at the young clerk standing next to the terminal of the magic net, "Why are you looking sluggish?" ”

mad1(gad2); catch(ex) "Archon Hetty......" The young clerk blinked, and she finally reacted, "The Long Wind Line is under attack!" The Typhonians are at war!! ”

Hetty's eyes widened instantly: "What did you say?!" ”

In the next second, she quickly ordered with a serious face: "Summons Typhon's Permanent Ambassador at once—and in addition, go and prepare Conference Room 1!" ”

Cecil City's government offices were like a magical engine that had suddenly entered overload mode, and it was up and running in the blink of an eye.

In the shortest possible time, an emergency meeting was organized, half of the participants were not present, but Monet Communication allowed all participants to sit face to face.

Hetty had already explained the situation quickly, and the explosive news made even the Duke Victoria, who was as cold as ice and snow, look shocked.

"Is our line with Typhon still open?" Duke Bardwin, who was connected through the magic net, first said in a hurried tone, "What did their ambassador say? ”

"The Typhonians haven't cut the line, I've sent an urgent message to Aldnan - but I've not heard back from Aldnan for the time being due to delays in forwarding and manual transcription," Hetty said with the same briskness, "As for their ambassador to the imperial capital, I summoned him urgently, but he seemed unaware of it, and he seemed more surprised than I was when he heard the news." ”

"How could an ambassador not know about his country's declaration of war on a foreign country?" An official of the Government Department glared at him, and he didn't know whether he was angry or smiling, "Is this the sense of humor of the Typhonns?" ”

Hetty looked at a hologram next to the round table: "General Philip, tell me about the situation at the border." ”

Philip nodded: "We have lost a border defense point, located near the Palmel Heights, only 10% of the defenders have successfully evacuated, and the others have died heroically. Fortunately, General Maryland has now eliminated the enemy who has invaded the line, and the Iron Throne - Earthly Monty Python and three lightly armored trains are patrolling the railway network to temporarily fill the gaps in the line and search for any remaining intruders. It was initially determined that it was the Typhonians who had invaded the Empire's territory, but for some reason, the Typhon Ace Army did not have infantry and battle mage units to act together, but rushed straight in - this is the main reason why they were quickly wiped out. ”

"Are there any other actions of the Typhonians at the moment?"

"No purposeful military action has yet been discovered—but the First Army is always ready for war."

Facing war.

The few words spoken by Philip seemed to carry some invisible force, creating a solemn atmosphere in the conference room.

Hetty looked up and looked around the room.

Holographic projections of participants or people surround the round table, and their eyes fall on her.

But she could see that there was actually a bit of uneasiness hidden behind each pair of eyes-

There is one most important person, but he is not there at the moment.

Even Herty couldn't control her thoughts, her heart was beating faster than usual since just now, and at this moment, more than ever, she hoped that her mountain-like ancestor would appear immediately, and quickly suppress and resolve this unexpected crisis with thunderous means, or formulate a perfect response plan, but she also knew that imagination could not solve the problem.

The ancestor hasn't come back yet, but he will be soon, and until then, he must do his duty.

"Summoning ambassadors, contacting each other's capitals, and sending state inquiries are required by international rules, and are the rules of our Majesty and the Emperor of the Typhonians, and now Cecil has fulfilled his duty in this regard—" Hetty said in a deep voice, "It is their own business whether the Typhonians should abide by the rules they themselves promised, and now it is up to us to do our thing."

"Philip, in the shortest possible time, let the First Army complete the rearmament and advance in the direction of the demarcation line of the Fort, regardless of whether the Typhonians have any follow-up military operations, we must regain the initiative, and if the Typhonians make any hostile moves, attack as soon as they enter the firing zone. You and General Maryland are solely responsible for the specific battle plan.

"Godwin, be prepared for public opinion control and guidance, you should also have a lot of plans in this regard......

"Anton, you are in charge ...... for the time being"

Hetty quickly proceeded with a rough assignment of work—in the face of this sudden state of affairs, she had no room to make detailed arrangements in the meeting, and many things had to be decided quickly, and only after all the arrangements had been made, did she stand up and prop her hands on the table.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is no longer a 'conflict', and while there are still many strange things in this matter, we must be prepared for the worst - it could very well develop into a full-scale war!"