The Mortal Python and the Iron Scepter armored train on its guard sped parallel tracks, and the two war machines had broken away from the plains and entered the mountain range near the Shadow Swamp minutes earlier—small rolling mountains sped through the car window, and the sky was darker than before.

Maryland came to the window and saw that the sky as far as the eye could see was completely covered in iron-gray clouds, and the faint sunlight barely penetrated the clouds, casting a disturbing white glow in the depths of the clouds. The cold wind howled outside the car window, and snow and dust were swept up by the wind in the distance, forming a floating murky curtain that was deserted in the depths of the curtain.

This is a typical no-man's-land on the northern border, and similar desolate sights are very common here.

The current cloudy weather has also been common in recent days.

However, a vague uneasiness lingered in Maryland's mind, and he couldn't tell what the source of this unease was, but the experience of struggling on the battlefield made him never dare to put this kind of "intuition" thing to the back of his mind - he had always believed in the ideas of the scholar Falman, a scholar who famously said that behind all intuition are clues that are ignored by the superficial consciousness.

This sense of uneasiness should not arise out of thin air, it must be something contrary to the surroundings, he has not yet discovered it, but his subconscious has noticed these dangers, and now it is his own accumulated years of life and death experience that makes an alarm in his subconscious.

"General," the adjutant on the side noticed Maryland's gloomy expression, which seemed particularly unusual after a successful military mission, "what happened?" ”

"Did the aerial reconnaissance find anything?" Maryland frowned and asked, "Is there any news from the ground reconnaissance force?" ”

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, not understanding why the chief suddenly asked about this at this time, but he immediately replied: "We just made contact five minutes ago, and everything is normal—we have entered the long-range artillery cover area of Heights 18, and the Typhonians have already suffered a loss here before, so they probably won't do the same stupid thing again." ”

Then he paused, and then continued: "In addition, the dragoon troops just sent a message that the clouds in the sky are increasing, which has affected the effect of visual reconnaissance, and they are reducing their altitude. ”

"Clouds......" Maryland subconsciously repeated the word, his eyes fell on the thick clouds in the sky again, suddenly, he felt that the shape and color of the clouds seemed to be a little strange, not like the appearance under natural conditions, which made the vigilance in his heart suddenly rise to the peak, "I feel that the situation is a little wrong...... Keep the dragoons on the lookout for movement in the clouds, and the Typhonians may use the clouds to launch an air attack! ”

The adjutant's eyes widened slightly, and he first quickly carried out the commander's order, and then returned to Maryland with a hint of doubt: "Is this possible?" Sir? Even with the help of the clouds, the Flying Mage and Griffin should not be a match for the Dragoon......"

Maryland didn't answer, he just stared at the sky outside, in the iron-gray clouds, snowflakes had already begun to fall, and in the next ten seconds, these falling snowflakes quickly became more and more dense, and the cold wind howling outside the car window became more and more violent, and a word crossed Maryland's mind like lightning - blizzard.

At this moment, a seemingly absurd and chilling thought popped up for him: in the northern regions of winter, wind and snow are normal things, but if ...... What about the Typhonians who artificially created a blizzard with some powerful miraculous force?

What if, this blizzard isn't just a blizzard?

"Sir!" A technician suddenly shouted to the side, "The on-board magic sensor device has failed!" All sensors are disturbed! ”

"Call the Shadow Swamp base, request air support from the Dragoons' special warfare echelon," Maryland ordered without hesitation, "we may be in trouble!" ”

……

The wind whistled outside the shield, cold and strong enough to discourage even the high-ranking powerhouses, and the high air currents were wrapped in ice crystals as sharp as blades, and the thick clouds rolled in all directions like a mass of silt so thick that it could not be dissolved, and every time it tumbled, there was a roar and a low moan—this was an environment that was difficult for humans to live in, and even a strong military griffin could hardly fly in such clouds, but Cremont did not feel the pressure and damage caused by the bad weather, quite the opposite, He only felt like a spring breeze in the source of this blizzard.

The hundreds of battlemages flying beside him, as well as the even larger number of griffon knights, seemed equally relaxed.

The terrible winds and cold temperatures seemed to actively bypass the Typhon soldiers, and the tangible blocking force in the clouds did not affect them in the slightest, and Clemmont flew through the strong winds and thick clouds, which not only did not block his vision, but rather allowed him to see clearly inside and outside the clouds like a pair of extra eyes.

He lowered his altitude slightly, gazing at the Cecil flying machines roaming in the distance at the edge of the clouds, while looking out of the corner of his eye at the armored trains moving across the land, endless magic surging around him, and he felt like every breath he was reinforcing himself in a way he hadn't felt in his past decades as a mage.

This is one of the miracle rituals of the god of war - the Hosts in the Storm.

As a mage, Cremont didn't know much about the ins and outs of the Cult of the God of War, but as a polymath, he was at least aware of these famous miracle rituals and the religious allusions behind them. In the description of the god of war's many great deeds, there is a passage that describes the image and actions of the god: He marched through the storm, and the wicked looked at Him with fear, only to see a giant standing in the storm and covered in gray armor. The giant is invisible in the eyes of mediocrity, and only the ubiquitous storm is his mantle and banner, and the warriors follow this banner, and in the storm they are given endless strength and three lives, and finally they are destined for great victory.

Now, these mages and griffon knights who fly in a blizzard and prepare for air raids are the "warriors" of the fable.

Cremont took a deep breath, felt the surging magic in his body, and activated the teleportation spell: "Spread out the queue, group up according to the plan, and get close to those flying machines - take out those damn machines first, and the Cecil's mobile fortress will be easy to deal with!" ”

The battlemages and griffon knights in the clouds quickly began to carry out the commander's orders, moving in mixed squads towards the flying machines that were incomparably clear in their field of vision, and at this moment, the blizzard was completely formed.

……

Visibility was rapidly decreasing amid the howling winds, churning clouds, and snow, and moisture, and the weather had begun to interfere with the normal flight of the Dragoons, and the flying machines patrolling the skies had turned on additional environmental protection in order to combat the worsening celestial conditions.

Thicker, heavier-than-normal shields shone around the aircraft, the power ridges of the aircraft hummed, diverting more energy to the protection and stabilization systems, the "dragon wings" on both sides of the conical body were slightly retracted, the edges of the wing-like structure lit up with additional rune groups, and more powerful wind blessings and elemental affinity spells were attached to these massive steel machines, and under the effect of temporary enchantments, the tossed by the air flow gradually regained stability.

The commander of the dragoon squadron clenched the joystick in his hand and watched his surroundings intently, as an experienced griffin knight, he had also flown in bad weather, but it was the first time he had encountered such a large snowstorm. The communication from the surface raised his vigilance, and the sudden increase in air currents seemed to confirm the chief's fear: the storm was abnormal.

The Typhonians may be hiding in the depths of the clouds.

Visibility was reduced to an unsettling level, and the distance was no longer visible to the naked eye alone, and the mechanic activated additional filters around the cockpit, and the surrounding clouds appeared in a hazy form in the squadron leader's line of sight under the detection of distorted spell effects, which was not clear, but at least served as some kind of warning.

In the direction of the surface, the sweeping wind and snow are also seriously interfering with the vision, and the figures of the two armored trains look hazy, and they can only be vaguely judged to be gradually accelerating.

At this moment, the squadron leader suddenly saw a flash of fire in the clouds in the distance.

In the field of view of the distorted filter, it is obvious that a large area of obvious spell fluctuations suddenly appeared in the originally empty mid-air.

"Sight on the enemy!" In the internal channel, the squadron leader's loud warning sounded, "Southeast-"

"Aircraft 12 is under attack!" "Unit 6 is under attack!" "Attacked! This is number 7! "We're fighting the enemy! Ask for cover! I'm bitten! ”

A dazzling red beam of light swept in from afar, fortunately the vigilance was raised in advance, the power spine of the aircraft was already running at full power and activated all the protection systems, the beam hit a ripple on the shield, and the squadron leader controlled the attitude of the dragoons while starting to use the airborne arcane missile launcher to shoot a dense barrage forward, while continuously giving orders: "Disperse to both wings!" "Two teams and three teams, strafing the clouds in the southeast direction!" "Turn on the identification lights and distance yourself from the enemy!" "Call for ground fire cover!"

Fierce battles erupted, and a myriad of enemies suddenly appeared in the blizzard like ghosts—Typhon's battlemages and griffon knights poured out of the thick clouds and engaged in a battle with flesh and blood and steel dragoon flying machines, and compared to the Cecil's image of Typhon's air force, these sudden enemies were obviously not normal: more agile, more rapid, more fearless of death. The harsh conditions of the blizzard made the dragoons feel constrained, but the Typhonians, who should have been more vulnerable, seemed to have gained extra strength in the storm, becoming fierce and powerful!

The battlemages and griffin knights began to attack the flying machines with missiles, lightning, and high-energy rays, and the latter responded with a dense barrage of more violent and persistent bullets, and suddenly, the dim sky was illuminated by continuous firelight, and the explosions in the sky scattered the clouds and snow again and again, and in each flash, the shadows of countless battles in the storm could be seen, which made Cremont's heart flutter.

He had never witnessed such a scene, never experienced such a battlefield!

Flesh and steel machines battle to the death in a blizzard, missiles and lightning bolts cut through the sky, and two armies battle for dominance of the skies, no matter what the outcome of the day, this unprecedented air battle is destined to go down in history!

The high-intensity lights suddenly swept across the sky, and the figures fighting in the sky were reflected in the strafing lights, and the next second, there was a continuous explosion and whistling sound in the direction of the surface - pale cyan shell tail marks and crimson high-energy beams swept across the sky, and the bursting shrapnel and deafening roar shook the entire battlefield.

The Iron Scepter and the Anti-aircraft guns of the Monty Python opened fire.

Count Crémont frowned—he and his battle mages were still not close enough to attack those armored trains.

"Loyalty to our empire!" In the force field formed by the Wide Area Teleportation Technique, he heard a roar from a fanatical griffin knight commander, and the next second, he saw a griffin rushing downwards under the forcible brain control of its master, the brave knight passed through the anti-aircraft barrage and air-to-air barrage, but his good luck soon came to an end: a magic crystal cannonball from the ground flew past him, and after sensing the magical aura passing by him, the cannonball detonated in the air, The terrifying shockwave and high heat easily tore apart the protective aura around the knight and tore him and his griffon apart.

A second later, the shredded knight and griffon coalesced once more, appearing where they had previously died, and continuing to charge downward.

The god of war sends down miracles, and the warriors who fight bravely in the storm are granted endless strength, as well as ...... Three lives.

A flying machine swept past the fanatical knight, unleashing a dense barrage of bullets, and the knight rushed towards the barrage without fear, and at the same time waved his hand to throw a spear condensed by the power of lightning - the next second, his body was torn apart again, but the flying machine was also hit by the spear in a critical position, exploding into a bright fireball in the air.

Moments later, Clemmont saw the knight reappear, his torn body reunited in the air, he galloped in the wind, and behind him, tentacles-like growths and flesh-like cloaks flew as he rushed towards the barrage again.

Miracles come at a price—those who are close to God are not human.

A blinding beam of light pierced the sky, and the hideous and twisted knight was once again hit by anti-aircraft fire from the armored train, his hunting and flying flesh cloak and tentacles in the sky were instantly ignited and evaporated by the high-energy beam, and the whole person was reduced to several charred wreckage falling from the sky.

This time, the knight never showed up again.

This is the third time - the miracle is limited, and those who exhaust it will return to the gods.

"It seems that in front of the 'new gadget' of the Cecil, the three lives given by the gods are not very enough."

Clemmont laughed, threw his hands up in the air, and summoned the power of storm, lightning, frost, and fire, and rushed forward again.