Faced with the sudden news from Typhon's side, Herty reacted for a moment before realizing the information reflected behind the incident, and after a short thought, her eyes widened: "Is Rosetta going to ......?"

"The catastrophe was seen by him as an opportunity," Gawain said slowly, "an opportunity to completely purge the country of stubborn forces and reforms, and to restore the ruling order, and if I expected it to be true, the temporary closure of parliament and the state of emergency would be a precursor to a great purge...... And it should not just be the Great Purge. ”

"The Great Purge?" Hetty couldn't help but look incredulous, "This is how he dealt with the Divine Disaster?" ”

"No, it only means that he has the confidence to deal with the Catastrophe, it means that the Obsidian Palace still has control over Typhon, and Rosetta Augustus has the means to restore the chaos caused by the early stage of the Catastrophe in a short period of time - the situation in Typhon is not out of control, then only the Church of the God of War is out of control," Gawain shook his head, "It seems that no matter what the outcome of this catastrophe is, the end of the Church of God of War will not be much better." ”

Hetty quickly pondered the implications of this for Typhon and Cecil, and couldn't help but ask, "Doing so could lead to even greater chaos in a short period of time, and Aldenam may have been slow to react to this war as a result of this—isn't Rosetta Augustus worried about the war?" Or does he think we're going to be honest and watch all of this on the Winterwolf line? ”

"If Rosetta is fast enough and prepared enough, then the chaos caused by this incident in Aldenan will be much smaller than you think, it will only allow Typhon's royal family to complete the integration of all the forces in the country in a shorter time, so that Typhon's military and industrial capacity can quickly get rid of the chaos caused by this god - although the god of war is out of control, at this stage he can only rely on polluting mortals to affect the world, and these mortals affected by him are the targets of Rosetta's purge."

Gawain said unhurriedly, he glanced at the map of the continent hanging not far away, and then continued:

"And as for this 'war' and what we might do...... He's pretty accurate.

"We're not going to attack, at least not at this stage — Hetty, what do you say?"

Hetty blinked, she didn't seem to understand what Gawain meant.

"Typhon is a quagmire now, and this quagmire is getting deeper and deeper," Gawain said in a deep voice, "If this is a normal war, we can go to the soup to defend our homeland, but now this war is meaningless—far from Cecil proper, the effectiveness of our network-based mental protection and purification technology will be difficult to guarantee, and the casualties of soldiers stepping into the contaminated area will be unpredictable." Second, we know better than the Typhonians the dangers of the Divine Disaster and the dangers of the gods' turn to madness, since we have now established that the war is behind the runaway God of War...... Continuing to jump into this pit may only make this catastrophe even more unending.

"By then, we'll be fighting more than just the Typhonians.

"Finally, and most importantly, I have said more than once that in the face of world-class disasters, all mankind has a common destiny, and I have never said these things."

Hetty nodded slightly, but soon muttered thoughtfully, "What are you talking about...... It's all 'at this stage', right? ”

"yes, at this stage, so I'm curious how Rosetta plans to bring this to an end," Gawain nodded, "Advance the battle line to Winterwolf, we've got an account for our own people, but Typhon ...... It's not easy for them to stop on their own. Rosetta Augustus's most important consideration at this stage should be how to bring the situation under control as soon as possible while stopping those restless ......"

He was just halfway through his sentence when he suddenly stopped.

Hetty cast his gaze suspiciously: "Ancestor, you ......"

"Perhaps...... He didn't plan to stop......" Gawain slowly narrowed his eyes, and in a brief flash of inspiration, he suddenly thought of another possible move by Rosetta Augustus—a bold move that looked like a big gamble, but in fact it was the best plan for no other choice, "Hetty, inform Philip to continue to send additional troops to the Fortress of the Long Wind, and at the same time control the mechanical bridge near the Shadow Swamp in the shortest possible time, and for a maximum of half a week, the Earthly Monty Python and Zero must enter the area of Winterwolf Castle. ”

Hetty reacted quickly: "What do you mean...... After Typhon regains control of the situation, will the war escalate? ”

Gao Wen pinched his chin and said in a low and serious tone: "I feel this way...... If Rosetta had realized the deeper dangers within Typhon and wanted to get more out of this crisis, he would probably try something bolder - after all, all the blame could now be placed on a deranged god, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for someone who was looking for a moment. ”

Hetty immediately lowered his head: "I understand. ”

Gawain waved his hand, and then his gaze fell once more to the map of the continent not far away—the borders of Typhon and Cecil were intertwined in the northeast of the ancient empire of Gondor, like two giant beasts against each other's throats, and a large number of red lines and temporary markers surrounded the zigzag border, like beads of blood oozing from the wounds of two giant beasts.

He withdrew his gaze and shook hands lightly where Hetty had not noticed, and for a moment he felt as if he was in control of a chariot that had already galloped, speeding on the edge of a dangerous cliff, neither stopping nor losing control—and he believed that Rosetta Augustus was in the same mood as he was at the moment.

He couldn't help but sigh softly: "Human...... It's really a race full of contradictions. ”

Hetty was immersed in thought, and for a moment he didn't hear what Gawain was muttering: "Ancestor, what did you say?" ”

"It's nothing," Gawain waved his hand and looked up at the other party, "Inform the propaganda department that the news of my return can be publicized in a big way - the scale of the propaganda can be larger, and it is better for the people of Typhon to know about it as soon as possible......

……

The situation in the area of Winterwolf Castle is becoming more and more tense, and the Cecil, who occupied the main fortress, are building fortifications and pillboxes all over the entire defensive line, and it seems that they have no intention of continuing to advance anytime soon, and are ready to completely occupy the area for leisure. The construction machinery roared day and night, and more and more soldiers entered the front line from the direction of Fort Covenant and the Shadow Swamp, and their propaganda machine was in full swing, and countless propaganda materials were spreading from Winterwolf Castle to all the surrounding towns and trade routes.

In the process, Typhon's forces have carried out several counter-offensives - from the initial tentative offensive to the large-scale operation of several local legions, and their counteroffensive is escalating.

The Typhonians are trying to retake their territory, and these military operations have resulted in casualties on both sides, but it is clear that their own combat effectiveness has declined, and the situation is even worse for the Typhonians, who have lost important fortresses at the moment.

The Cecils have firmly established themselves on the border.

But all this has little to do with Andesa at this moment.

After her health improved slightly enough to withstand the bumps and tear of the long journey, the scarred wolf general was transferred from the Winter Wolf Castle, where she was first taken to the Fortress of the Wind and secretly put on a magical train bound for Cecil's territory after a strict handover, and at this moment, she had crossed the last pass in the east.

Andesa never imagined that she would set foot on Cecil's land in this form.

The Magical Train sped along the tracks, the bleak winter wilderness outside the window, the grey-brown ground dotted with dead trees and rivers that had entered the dry season, and as the train moved forward and backwards, the silhouettes of cities and villages could be seen in the distance—large man-made buildings, towering towers, and landscapes different from Typhon's.

Andesa leaned back on a "seat" that was almost collapsed, looking out the window with some distraction, and she adjusted her posture slightly, and the cushions under her body made a slight noise.

The chair was specially prepared for her to minimize the fatigue of the journey and prevent the involvement of wounds that were just beginning to heal, and it was clear that Cecil was doing his best to keep his special prisoner of war alive – he was of great use to them.

Andesa tugged at the corners of her mouth, she was a little grateful to Cecil for taking care of them, and even without them, she would have tried to survive herself.

A young female voice came from the side, interrupting Andessa's train of thought: "How is the view outside the window?" ”

Andrisa glanced at the person beside her—Sister Marianne was sitting in a normal chair closest to her, looking at her with a gentle smile. The nun was still wearing her almost battle-gown "priest's robe" in the car, the battle staff (or warhammer?). Leaning back in her reach, a large thick book spread out on her knees, she was clearly immersed in reading before she opened her mouth to greet her.

"Winter is pretty much the same everywhere," Andesa said casually, "and it's a season of nothing." ”

"I hope you'll keep your mind so that you'll be even more surprised when we get to our destination," Sister Marianne smiled, "this is Cecil, and your knowledge of common sense doesn't work much here." ”

Sister Marianne is a person with full pride and confidence in her homeland, and in the past few days of getting along, Andesa has been deeply aware of this, so she did not dwell on this topic with the other party, but said with a trace of sincere gratitude: "Sister Marianne, thank you for taking care of you these days. ”

"It's my duty, no thanks," Marianne smiled, "and I'm not just going to take care of you these days—I'll be by your side for some time to come, until you're almost recovered." ”

Taken care of by familiar people, this is obviously also Cecil's special "care" for himself.

Andesa was silent for a moment and asked softly, "Do I still have a chance to return to Winterwolf Castle?" ”

“…… I don't know, I'm just a nun," Marianne shook her head, "but you can still keep some expectations, after all, the 'expectations' themselves are free." ”

As she spoke, the war nun lowered her head again, and her attention was again drawn to her thick book, which seemed to be unfinished.

It may be a sacred doctrine of the Light.

It is said that in Cecil, the original Church of the Holy Light has been completely reorganized, and even the doctrine has changed drastically, and the nun has been watching...... Is it a new doctrine?

Thinking so in her heart, Andesa couldn't help but feel a little curious, and one of her eyes looked at the book on Sister Marianne's knee through the broken hair on her forehead, and hesitated for a moment before she spoke: "You have been reading this book...... Is it the doctrine of your 'New Light Sect'? ”

"Doctrine? Of course not," Sister Marianne shook her head, and raised the large book in her hand, "This is the Emperor's Sacred Words, for me...... It's something as important as doctrine. ”

"The Emperor...... The Emperor's Message? Andesa chewed on the strange phrase with some difficulty, she had never heard of such a book, "What is it about?" ”

"Recording some of the enlightening remarks of His Majesty Gawain Cecil, which has been updated and supplemented, and in my hands is the latest edition from last month—do you want to see it?"

Documenting Gawain Cecil's remarks? Still adding new additions?

The expression on Andelsa's face suddenly became strange, and she didn't know what attitude to take in such a thing, she wanted to say that she was not very interested in the book, but the enthusiastic Sister Marianne had already handed the heavy book in front of her eyes: "Take a look, it's still very interesting and enlightening—you can see the other side of His Majesty full of wisdom and humor." I would like to warn you that this book will not be released to the public, and it will take special channels to get ......."

Not yet publicly available?

Andesa suddenly felt that the book was even more suspicious, but she was also attracted by this sentence, even if she was not very interested, she still took the book handed by Marianne driven by curiosity, and after turning a page casually, the words on it came into her eyes:

"Your eyes can deceive you, your ears will deceive you, your imagination will deceive you, but math won't—no, no, if not, I suggest you consider a musical or athletic prowess......"

Andessa: "??? ”

So this war nun has been indulging in this thing for so many days?

Andesa raised her head with a stunned expression and looked at Marianne blankly: "This ...... Is this really what that Gawain Cecil said? ”

Sister Marianne shrugged indifferently: "Who knows—I don't think so, either, but there is some truth to these words, don't you think it's still interesting?" ”

Andesa didn't know what to say for a moment, she glanced at the words in the book again, but this time she couldn't help but read them two more times - math can't, no's no......

Suddenly, the young wolf general felt that the book still seemed to have some value, at least some of the words made sense......

She smiled and returned the big book to the nun, while casually asking, "Where are we going?" ”

"A place best for you to recuperate and recover, a place of miracles of life for Cecil," Marianne said casually as she took the book, with a smile and pride on her face, "and we go to Fort Solin." ”