The seventh flash of light rose from a certain mountain peak in the direction of Winterhold, and after a short delay, an irregularly shaped mushroom cloud rose from the edge of the plain, and the miserable white magic turbulence flowed around the center of the mushroom cloud, burning everything in its path, and a deafening roar echoed between the heavens and the earth, as if it could shake the mountains.

Then, a massive body tore through the tumbling heat and smoke, cracks appeared in his armor, rust-colored gas gushed out of the cracks, hot magma flowed at the giant's feet, and he looked up, two dark red flames leaping from the depths of his hollow helmet, and looked in the distance in the direction of a certain mountain, the position on which a minute earlier had unleashed the Seventh Wound of Annihilation.

In the next second, there was a chaotic and crazy cascading sound from inside the giant's helmet, which seemed to be a battle cry that humans could not understand, and then he raised his arm high, and a longbow instantly took shape in his hand, and he aimed at the mountain peak in the distance, and pulled the longbow in the heroic and heroic posture that all mortals in the world could depict with all the imagination of the world, and a blood-colored arrow appeared on the bowstring out of thin air.

Then the giant let go of his bowstring, and the massive blood-colored arrow sliced through the air, and almost instantly landed on the distant mountain peak, which rose in layers of thick barriers almost at the same time. Blood-colored arrows slammed into the surface of the barriers, with a piercing shriek that tore through the sky, and the layers of barriers were pierced in succession almost instantly, and the massive explosion enveloped the entire mountain.

The white beam of light above the mountain peak flickered violently for a few times, and then completely extinguished in the rising explosion cloud, and at the foot of the mountain, the vast expanses of Typhon's camp with magical light flowed down one after another as if swallowed by darkness - if anyone looked down from the sky at this moment, they would see a large void in the magical network of hundreds of thousands of transcendents covering the entire Winterhold region, and it was shocking to see.

In the hall of the secret law, the voice that sounded in the communication crystal trembled with a hint: "The Black Thorn Magician Regiment has been wiped out!" Node 7 fails! The mana flow is offset by 9 percent! ”

There was a brief silence in the hall for a second, and then a quiet, flat voice rang out in the empty hall of arcanes:

"Go on."

……

On the other side of the confrontation zone, the terrifying sight between the mountains and plains of Wintercastle shook the minds of every witness, the huge balls of light that kept rising, the giants strutting in the torrent of magic, and the mortal defense lines that were extinguished one after another were like a picture scroll in the apocalypse, even if they were separated by a short distance, it was still enough to shock people's hearts.

The dragoon scouts sent a clearer image from a closer distance—carefully keeping a safe distance, they clearly captured the out-of-control, cold god advancing against the continuous bombardment of the Wound of Annihilation.

Amber stood beside Gao Wen, staring at the distant scene projected by the terminal of the magic net in front of him with wide eyes, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation for a long time: "They still have such a powerful thing hidden......

"This is Typhon's 'power of nation'......" Gawain said in a slow and deep voice, "it's really ...... Impressed. ”

At the same time, a sentence of emotion also popped up in his heart: If Rosetta Augustus didn't want to take the bloodless route and directly chose to declare war on Ansu, then Ansu would probably be gone, right?

This world ...... It's really an abyss everywhere.

At this moment, another magic net terminal placed next to it suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the projection crystal above the terminal lit up, and Maryland's figure appeared in the holographic projection, and the background behind him was the scene inside the busy armored train.

"Your Majesty," Maryland said with a military salute and then in a hurried tone, "we have arrived in the area controlled by Typhon, and the outposts set up here by the Typhonians have all been completed—the railway ahead can still advance a short stretch, and the tank troops can enter at any time, can we fight?" ”

Gawain didn't answer immediately, but raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of the Winterhold line.

Even through the thick walls and the distance, he could imagine what was happening on the battlefield: the god of war, who had completely lost his mind and turned into a scourge, was still advancing, the mortal defenses were crumbling, the massive mage positions near Winterhold were being destroyed one by one, and hundreds of Typhonians were dying every minute in the turbulence of magic and the counterattack of the gods.

Typhon, this terrifying behemoth, the most powerful competition and threat of the Cecil Empire, the profound military empire, is now bleeding in minutes, and the powerful power accumulated over hundreds of years is being consumed at an unprecedented rate - as long as it takes a little longer, the most elite troops of this behemoth will be torn apart by the god of war, and if it waits a little longer, the defense line of the Typhonians will be breached, and if it waits a little longer, Typhon will never be a threat to Cecil again.

And the god of war may be fully weakened in the process and become easier to kill: so many consecutive bombardments of the Creation of Annihilation on a god that is in a weakened state, can be severely damaged even if it is not killed, and at that time, it may be the most "cost-effective" time to attack.

The dark-haired maid named "Diana" just stood quietly behind Gawain, and despite being in the "enemy's" base camp and surrounded by many soldiers, the lady from Typhon's side still seemed very calm and indifferent, she looked at Gawain's back with an emotionless gaze, neither urging nor persuading, as if she was an unconcerned bystander, quietly counting every second of the turning point in history.

Gawain smiled, and didn't hesitate much, he looked at the communication device on the side: "Maryland, the whole army is attacking." ”

……

The cold wind howled across the dry plains, and the "War Citizen" armored train crouched quietly on a makeshift railway in the Typhon-Cecil confrontation area like a steel beast, while on both sides of the "War Citizen", there were two "Iron Scepters" performing escort duties and the "Zero" armored train urgently coming from the Long Wind Fortress on several tracks in parallel on both sides of the "War Citizen". , large magic cannon that can be placed in the fortifications of the fortress as a stationary cannon.

The armies of steel behemoths spread across the plains, the hunters anxiously awaited orders from the rear, and among the soldiers who operated these war machines, many of them had participated in the hunt for the "false gods" in the first place, and mortals had enough to be praised by the poets for participating in one hunt for the gods, and now they had the opportunity to hunt twice.

And unlike the previous "False God Body", this time they will face a more powerful and "orthodox" god.

In the distance, in the direction of the Wintercastle Fortress Group, more than a dozen bright beams of light pierced the "night" brought by the strange starry sky, one of the beams suddenly flickered, and a moment later, an earth-shattering explosion appeared on the plain, and the overflowing magic turbulence rose up on the earth like a new sun, and after the same moment, the light was suddenly extinguished.

In the armored train of the War Citizen, a senior officer walked quickly through the busy seats to Maryland, and said in a hurried tone: "General! Shall we fight? The commanders of several tank regiments have already sent several inquiries......"

Maryland, dressed in military uniform, had just hung up the communication, and the middle-aged general, who had a calm temperament and was born as a knight, heard the words of his subordinates and only said a few words briefly: "The order has come from above - fight!" ”

"Yes! Checkmate! The senior officer snapped a military salute and said loudly and loudly, but as soon as he turned around and didn't take a step, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at Maryland with a hint of doubt, "By the way, which side to fight?" ”

Maryland immediately glared at the other party: "Do you still need to ask?!" Of course, it's the biggest and easiest to aim! ”

A bright smile bloomed on the senior officer's face, and his voice was exceptionally loud: "Yes!" Checkmate!! ”

In the next second, surging magic power was injected into the engine and power ridge, the gears and connecting rods spun under the drive of the mana mechanism, and the chariot began to move forward, and the massive steel legion surged towards the direction of the Winter Fortress defense line like a flood—and after a short delay, the large rainbow generator at the tail of the War Citizen made a buzzing sound, and the dazzling white light began to surge on the surface of the focusing crystal, accompanied by a howling sound that tore through the air, and the magic torrent formed by the convergence of pure arcane energy instantly crossed the long distance, Bombarded the iron-gray giant that was advancing in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, there were two track-accelerating main guns in front and behind the Citizens of War, the main gun of the armored train zero, and the main and secondary guns of the Iron Scepter......

"Boom, boom—"

The roar of the magic weapon rang out one after another, and the waves formed by the torrent of steel suddenly lit up with continuous flashes, and powerful beams and cannonballs rained across the long distance, bombarding the out-of-control gods that had already arrived at the fortress group of Winterhold.

Such a huge and conspicuous "iron giant"...... It's really fairly easy to aim.

……

"The Frost Battlemage Regiment has been wiped out! Node 11 is dead! A serious imbalance is taking place in the flow of mana, and our magic network is at risk of regional disintegration! ”

"Camps 12 to 16 in the mana supply area are missing, and the garrisons of camps 19 and 22 have suffered heavy casualties and are unable to support the nodes and have withdrawn from the battle!"

"The Eighth Regiment of the National Knights Lost Contact ......"

"The Fourth Griffin Knights Complete the Air Attack Mission and Return to the Forty ......"

News from the various mage posts continued to gather in the largest mage tower, and Parin Dongsburg, who sat in the tower, clenched his staff, his face as cold as the mountains in winter.

The elite that the empire had accumulated over the years was being consumed at a terrifying rate, and he didn't even feel the heartache, only the absurdity, but the most absurd thing was that the terrible giant was still alive and had begun to attack the Winterhold fortress group, and the mortal attacks could only cause him a fairly limited amount of damage, but each of his counterattacks meant the demise of a certain army.

The pressure on people is terrifying, and even the rock-hardened Typhon soldiers can only feel fear and wavering in the face of such a battle situation for a long time.

So far, the entire defense line has not collapsed, and it can only be said that it is a three-way credit: on the one hand, the soldiers showed their greatest courage when there was no way to retreat, on the other hand, the old Duke Ferdinand Wendell, who was in charge of the overall situation in the front line, forcibly maintained the most basic morale and order with the strength of the Knights of the Protectorate, and the last aspect ...... It was because the defense line was so vast, and the troops who were removed from the gods were defeated so quickly that the small forces in the corners of the defense line could not intuitively feel what kind of casualties were being experienced every minute of this long defense line.

Only those who can understand the whole battle situation know what mortals are facing on this battlefield.

"Is this the Divine Plague......" Count Wintercastle muttered to himself, "......what have we believed in for thousands of years?"

He subconsciously glanced at the magic projection not far away, and saw the ruthless and ruthless giant let out a roar that tore through the sky, and in the depths of the empty helmet, the two flames that had no humanity to speak of seemed to contain all the most extreme madness in the human world.

He has no holiness to speak of, he has completely become a pure scourge and a monster, and he is slaughtering all living beings in this land by instinct, or rather...... It's creating a war where everyone has to die.

At that moment, a sudden light on the edge of the magic projection caught the attention of Count Wintercastle, and the next moment he saw the iron-gray giant's body burst into huge flames—and in a matter of seconds, beams of light and cannonballs rained down, covering the entire area where the giant was.

The Earl of Winterhold was stunned for two seconds before realizing that it was a vision created by the Cecil.

The Cecils had already crossed the zone of confrontation and firefighting and entered the territory controlled by the Typhon Empire - however, all the outposts set up at the edge of the original line had long since been destroyed by the mad gods, and no one had warned or informed the Cecil of their arrival.

Of course, no one cares about this in this situation.

"Your Majesty! The Cecilians have attacked! Parin Wintercastle quickly approached the teleportation crystal, and said in a hurried tone as he activated the spell, and then explained, "Ah, it didn't attack us......"

“…… Maintain the frequency of Annihilation's attacks as often as possible," the voice from across the crystal was as calm as ever, "and this battle has only just begun to get down to business. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

In any case, the arrival of the Cecil was a great encouragement to the officers and soldiers on the defensive line, and even the most determined knights could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the cannonfire and arcane torrents falling on the Iron Giants from the sky - no Typhon had ever imagined that he would be inspired by the presence of Cecil, and that the cannonballs and arcane torrents that fell from the sky would be something that reassured him.

The line of defense that had just been shaken was once again stabilized, the mortals did not retreat, and the earth-shattering artillery fire rang out again.

(The special episode of the Anomalous Creature Insight has been released!) The new team does it! Everyone is going to top a wave - whether there is a follow-up depends on this wave of results! ）