Endless magic power surged around him, transformed into brilliant light and heat after the transformation of the spell model, and every inch of blood vessels and nerves in his body turned into some kind of fiery source in the process, as if there was hot magma surging between his internal organs and flesh, Clemmont felt as if he had burned, everything in his vision was distorted and distorted in the high heat, turning into some kind of white-hot strange illusion, which reminded him of the magic conduits he had observed in the magic laboratory before they burned out...... If those catheters had life, would they have seen the same at the last moment before they burned out?

Within a tenth of a second after this, Cremont seemed to hear a "crisp sound" from the depths of his soul, and he felt that all his perceptions had risen sharply, as if the whole world was under his overlook, he could clearly see the trajectory of every trace of magic around him, see the powerful energy that was constantly surging inside the war machine, and even see the scene of fierce battle in the sky behind him - under the power of miracles, he broke through to the legend.

Subsequently, a huge explosion engulfed everything.

Cremont's last consciousness turned into an echo in the teleportation spell, piercing through the violent blizzard, across the long battlefield, and projecting directly onto the distant Winter Castle-

"Beware! Palin! They have dragons!! ”

……

The explosion was so violent that the blizzard tore open a visible gap, and the cloud of steam gushing out of the cooling grids of the armored train was instantly blown away by the powerful shock wave, and Maryland, who was about to board the iron scepter, was startled by this earth-shattering movement, and he followed the direction from which the explosion came from, only to see a small mushroom cloud rising from the tail of the earthly python.

From the tactical section onwards, half of the armored train's carriages were caught in the explosion, and then the flowing magical energy poured into the power ridge, detonating the remaining carriages in turn.

The self-detonation devices set up in the Iron Throne alone are clearly not going to do that.

"Is that some kind of weapon of the Typhons?" The adjutant on the side said in astonishment, "Some kind of super bomb? Why are they only coming out now? ”

“…… It's a self-detonation, sir, I see it," one of the staff officers swallowed, "I saw a mage fall from the sky—probably a mage, with hypertrophic tentacles and tumors all behind him......"

Maryland didn't speak, just stared in the direction of the mushroom cloud rising, and after a few seconds, he nodded slightly, then turned and got into the armored train behind him.

Fireballs and thunder mingled in a blizzard, and in the cloudy sky, Typhon and Cecil's air power was still fighting to the death, while the massive war machine of the Monty Python finally came to a halt on the blown up railroad, and another armored train whizzed through the snow, smoke, and wreckage toward the Shadow Swamp.

The damage management team has extinguished the fire in the armored train, the dense anti-aircraft fire carried by the iron scepter roared again, the fire net intertwined with magic crystal shells and high-energy beams harvested the remaining attackers in the sky, and the dragon and flying machine shuttled through the clouds, further compressing the space for the battle mage and griffin knight to move, and all of this was like a picture scroll that distorted time, space and era-

The painting is coming to an end.

The death of the Commander did not completely collapse the air forces of the Typhons, the griffon knights with constant morale were still carrying out their tasks with 100% fighting spirit, and the remaining battlemages were squeezing the last vestiges of humanity's potential to further expand the results, they had noticed that one of the two armored trains had been destroyed, and it was the most famous main tank, and the other was also scarred and billowing with smoke, in a sense, they had achieved the predetermined results- But it also paid an unexpected price for it.

They couldn't afford to destroy another one, and they couldn't afford to evacuate this terrible battlefield.

The dragoons, who had been forced to evacuate the airspace due to heavy losses, returned to the engagement area, and under the cover of the dragons, these flying machines began to strangle the griffon knights and battle mages who had basically exhausted their "miracles", and the wreckage of humans and griffins rained down from the sky and was quickly buried and engulfed by the blizzard.

A battlemage stopped in the clouds, and in a violent gasp he looked around, suddenly realizing that the sky battlefield had become empty.

The comrades who used to shuttle densely in the clouds have only three or five battle echelons left, and almost all of them are temporarily reorganized teams, and the most fanatical griffin knights are also on the verge of total extinction at the earliest, and now only a few knights who are completely distorted and mutated to the point of not being human are charging at the dragons flying in the clouds, the roars and explosions in all directions are gradually weakening, and the anti-aircraft fire from the surface has stopped for some time.

A low, majestic roar suddenly came from nearby, the roar was wrapped in terrifying power, the battle mage used the last of his strength to assume a defensive posture, and the next second, he saw a behemoth rush out of the thick clouds beside him—it was a black dragon covered in full armor, steel armed with his wings and claws, his jaws were equipped with formidable ramming horns, although the missile launchers hanging on either side of the dragon's body had been damaged in battle, but the battle mage knew that at this distance, This terrible creature could have taken his life with its claws and breath alone.

It's time to be loyal to the Empire.

The battle mage came to his senses, but the black dragon only hovered in front of him, silently confronting him, its huge eyes reflecting the distant clouds and wind and snow. The nerve-wracking confrontation lasted for a few seconds, and the black dragon suddenly nodded at him—I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a thumbs up in it—and then the Lord of the Sky suddenly spread his wings, and in the blink of an eye, he raised his body and quickly rushed into the depths of the clouds.

The dragons retreated.

The battlemage blinked, as if he couldn't believe what was happening, and after a brief moment of confusion, he looked around and realized that all the griffon knights had been wiped out.

The flying machines of the Cecil were evacuated, the dragons were evacuated, the armored train was evacuated, and the land of the mountain region was littered with all sorts of wreckage, humans, griffins, machines...... Billowing smoke and remnants of flames rose and tumbled between the wreckage, but they were all extinguishing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blizzard was gradually engulfing it all.

On the 35th day of the fog month of Cecil 2, over the defense line of Winterwolf Castle, the first large-scale air battle recorded in human history came to an end.

……

Parin Dongburg stepped into the lifeless assembly hall with a team of mage guards and protector knights, and the bloody aura and the strange scene that greeted him made him frown, and even caused some of his followers to exclaim in low voices.

In the huge circular assembly hall, the flame that was the core of the ceremony had long been extinguished, and only a few sparks shimmered in the huge brazier, and around the brazier, all the priests who participated in the ceremony were in a state of dry corpses, their bodies were covered with a layer of iron-gray color, and the traces of dried blood stretched from their feet all the way to the brazier in the center of the hall, and when viewed from above, everything here seemed to be some kind of dark blood sacrifice scene.

Dark Blood Sacrifice ...... This is something that any normal church hates, and it can only be found in twisted and depraved cults, and Parin Dongbao never imagined that he would see such a scene in the ceremonial arena of the god of war.

"Under normal circumstances, a 'miracle' only requires a lot of devotion from the believers, and the righteous god will never charge a 'price' beyond this limit," the magic lord whispered to a mage advisor beside him, "but it is clear that the god of war has squeezed an extraordinary reward from this 'miracle', and all the priests involved in the ritual have been 'sucked' dry." ”

"Runaway ......," the mage advisor said with a serious expression, "It seems that the act of praying to the god of war has become more dangerous than before...... The balance in front of me is almost at the limit. ”

When Parin Dongburg came to the altar, he glanced at the unrecognizable wreckage lying beside the brazier, and sighed softly as if to himself: "War does not appease the gods, and he is not in the slightest...... This is in line with His Majesty's judgment. ”

The mage advisor was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "My lord, what do you think of the last message sent by Count Claremont before he died in battle?" ”

"You mean about 'dragons'?" Parin Wintercastle raised his eyebrows, then said slowly in thought, "Dragon...... I have some information here. All along, there have been various bits and pieces of side news that Gawain Cecil himself has some connection to the dragons, but there is no evidence that the Cecil Empire has established diplomacy with the true dragon race, so if my estimate is correct, the dragons mentioned by Count Crémont ...... It shouldn't be a real dragon, but a dragonborn. ”

"Dragonborn?" The mage advisor subconsciously repeated the word, "You mean...... The Principality of the Holy Dragon? ”

"Cecil successfully knocked on the door of the Holy Dragon Duchy, and in the last year, they established diplomatic relations with that mysterious country," Parin Dongbao nodded slightly, "There is still not much information about that country so far, but one thing is certain, the Holy Dragon Duchy has always regarded itself as a 'dragonborn', they seem to have a certain degree of dragon power, but there are some books that record that they are actually crippled dragons, and cannot fly and fight like real dragons...... Whatever the truth behind this, it now seems that the Cecilians must have received the help of those 'Dragonborns'. ”

The mage advisor lowered his head and said regretfully, "...... So, before we knew it, we had taken another big step away from our opponents. ”

"Yes, we also tried to establish contact with the Holy Dragon Principality, but after a few encounters, we chose to give up...... This may be a great loss," Parin Winterburg shook his head, "There may be more hidden behind this, and we can't find out more, so let's report what happened here to Aldenand." ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the still cloudy sky through the circular atrium of the central dome of the assembly hall—the power of the gods had faded, and those clouds were now just ordinary clouds.

"Whatever the future holds, what is happening here today...... Destined to go down in history. ”

……

Rosetta Augustus listened quietly to the battle reports from the front, with a sad or joyful expression on her face, and Ferdinand Wendell stood beside him, equally silent as a statue.

This information came directly from Winterhold, and although it spanned a long distance, there was little delay in time - under the direct promotion of the Royal Mage Association and the Imperial Cabinet, the communication systems of various important areas of the empire have been upgraded and replaced at any cost in the past period of time, the new communication array has replaced the old communication, and the personnel flow in the entire network of communication towers has been greatly streamlined, and now, important information from the border areas to the imperial capital no longer has to go through cumbersome forwarding. transcription and delivery process, but directly to Rosetta Augustus's office.

Even before the end of the blizzard on the border, Aldernan knew the outcome of the air battle.

After ending the communication, Rosetta was silent for a moment and looked to the side: "Pei Di Nanqing, what do you think?" ”

"In the short term, we have finally destroyed the Cecil's offensive force in the Shadow Swamp, and it will be impossible for them to use the armored train to launch the 'steel propulsion' for some time - although the Cecil still has two armored trains, they can't all go to the front, and we have managed to eliminate a large amount of their air power and find out some of the opponent's strength, which is the first time we have achieved such a positive gain in the air since the beginning of the war. Of course, the price we pay is very high, even ...... It can be described as miserable," Peddinand shook his head, "the above results were achieved at the cost of the total annihilation of the 1st, 2nd, and 4th Griffon Knights of the State, and the death of Count Clemmont in battle, and the almost total destruction of the two battle mages he led. ”

"One hundred and seventy-two regular knights, and they have lost almost a third of them so far...... Ninety-six battle mage regiments, also lost one-tenth," Rosetta sighed softly, "In order to remove the 'pollution' from the Knights, this is not a high price......"

Rosetta's words made Ferdinand's face become more serious, and the old duke knew that those were more than just numbers.

That was the threshold that Typhon's upper class could afford, and it was also the tipping point at which the Augustan royal family relied on royal authority to maintain domestic order - although the royal family and some of the powerful nobles knew part of the truth behind the war, and knew that the war was essentially cleaning up "pollution", it did not mean that it could be dealt with by simple addition and subtraction.

The pressure of dying every day on the front lines and the royal family constantly sending troops and nobles to the "Meat Grinder of Winterwolf Castle" will continue to accumulate, and the entire empire has its limits on what it can bear.

Even if the emperor himself has a strong wrist and the authority of the imperial family is awe-inspiring, this awe and trust cannot be consumed indefinitely.

"It's pretty much it." Rosetta said softly suddenly.

Pei Dinan looked at the other party: "Your Majesty? ”

"Prepare yourself, Pei Dinanqing," Rosetta said casually, rising from behind her desk, as if ordering dinner for the day, "and it's almost time for us to go to the front." ”

Pei Dinan was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened: "How can you ......?"

"It's a necessary part," Rosetta said lightly, "you just go and prepare." ”

Ferdinand stared into Rosetta's eyes, and after a few seconds, he let out a long exhale, as if he had finally confirmed something: "I see, Your Majesty. ”