Face God, then kill God.

For a long time, Gawain has been thinking about how this war caused by the loss of control of the god of war will finally end - the war between Typhon and Cecil is just the appearance, its essence is a "non-natural disaster" caused by the loss of control of the gods, and the end of the disaster needs to start from the source, so the idea of ending this god disaster can only be found from the gods. In Gawain's initial plan, the surest way to achieve this goal was to cut off the "channel".

In Veronica's words, it is to cut the "bridge between man and god".

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for the gods to directly influence the human world, and the "divine realm" in which they are located is a more complex and insurmountable realm than the other dimension, according to Amon, unless the conditions are extremely suitable or a huge price is paid, the gods cannot leave their "realm" at all, but can only project their power into the present world through indirect means, so from a certain point of view, as long as this "indirect connection" is severed, the influence of the gods on the human world can be cut off.

Supporting this "bridge" is the system of representation of the gods in the human world—the "order of faith" formed by a large community of priests and a large number of mortals who constantly act according to specific doctrines.

So Gawain always thought that Rosetta's goal was this: to consume the polluted priests, baptized knights, and soldiers in the country, and dismantle the "bridge" between the god of war and this world little by little, when this connection is weakened to a certain extent, the "divine disaster" that theoretically spreads in the mortal world will also end naturally due to the loss of its source, and even the god of war may stop the worsening madness due to the loss of contact with the human world, and gradually return to normal in a certain state of isolation - of course, At the same time, he will also be greatly weakened by the loss of the support of mortal faith, and may even become a "former god" like Amon, who is powerful but has lost the power of Godhead, but that is not a problem for Gawain to consider.

However, now it seems...... What Rosetta has to do is far from being so "modest".

Hetty was taken aback by Gawain's speculation, and stared at her for a long time before she reacted: "Killing gods? Are you sure? ”

"I can only guess—only Rosetta herself knows the truth," Gawain said in a deep voice, "and now I can only speculate based on the clues that what the Typhonians are doing is obviously trying to further pull the power of the god of war into this world...... Since the beginning of the war, the warring sides in the Winterwolf Castle area have invested hundreds of thousands of troops, and they are still increasing, this is the largest war on the continent in nearly a century, its existence itself is a powerful source of gravity, and the powers related to the war will naturally be drawn to that area, and the Typhonians will create large-scale 'miracles' in this situation...... It's most likely a 'warm-up' for some kind of larger arrival......"

Speaking of this, he paused and looked into Hetty's eyes: "And with Rosetta's character and Typhon's current situation, he can't bring the God of War to this world just to invite the other party to lunch, right?" ”

"But how are he going to realize this near-impossible plan?" Hetty glared, "That's a god!" ”

"Gods can be killed, can they?" Gawain said slowly, "In this era, mortals have already fought against the gods......"

Hetty quickly reacted, "You mean the body of a false god who was hunted by us and the Kraken together?" Or is it the upper level of the narrator? Can...... This is not comparable at all and there is no repeatability! In the former, we used the power of the Kraken, and in the latter, you used special means, which cannot be used as evidence that mortals are capable of killing gods, let alone some kind of regular event...... If Rosetta Augustus had been inspired and inspired by these two events, his plan would have been nothing short of a gambler's whimsy, even if there were forces from both Cecil and Typhon in the Winter Wolf region, it would ......"

"He's been doing this for a long time—I mean if he really wants to do it," Gawain shook his head, "I don't know exactly what his plan is right now, but since it's possible that the Typhonians are going to pull the God of War into our world...... Then I can't continue to watch from behind. ”

Hetty heard the deep meaning from Gawain's tone, and she looked at her ancestor with some surprise: "Do you want to go and ...... yourself?"

"Yes, I'm going to go to the Eastern Front in person," Gao Wen said lightly, "The nature of this matter may escalate at any time, if I really want to deal with God, then I have some experience, and I ......"

He said, pausing slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face: "The people of Typhon are going to make big news, and we can never trust the bottom line of our enemies on the battlefield...... Everything is considered in the worst direction, if they not only want to pull the god of war down, but also want to fight Cecil by the way...... Then we have to think about Aldenan equally. ”

"I see," Hetty nodded instead of continuing to ask, "then I'll arrange it." ”

"Well," Gawain nodded slightly, and after a moment's thought, he commanded, "Also, contact Solinburg—tell Bertila that we don't have time to wait for the final version of the wetware server, and that her temporary plan can be used first...... We need psionic choirs that can be directly put into the battlefield right now, the sooner the better, the more the better. ”

……

In the depths of the clouds of war, the gears have begun to turn, and both the appearance of this war and the truth hidden beneath the surface have begun to move forward with these rotating gears - and this vortex has affected not only the front line of Winterwolf Castle, but even more than the two sides directly engaged in the war.

Under the new order created by the Age of Magic, information is spreading at a speed and breadth far beyond the past, and the war that took place in the northeast of the continent has already attracted the attention of almost the entire continent.

The mossy woods of the Oguray tribal country are ushering in the coldest days of the year, and several successive snowfalls have dyed this land of the ancestral home of the gray elves for generations a pure white, and in the depths of the winter snow-stained jungle, the largest city in the moss forest, Wind Song City, maintains a bustling activity that does not match this cold winter.

Thanks to the affluence and prosperity of active commerce, and thanks to the magic technology that makes the city run cheaper and more efficient, the Grey Elves and their business partners have been able to escape the cold and depression this winter, and even on snowy days, the citizens of the city have maintained their normal lives: the markets are open as usual, trade is going on as usual, there is a constant stream of tourists, and news from all over the world ...... And as always, it is moving rapidly through the city.

The captain of the guard of Wind Song City carried her proud axe and walked the street between the market and the longhouse with a steady pace, the "feline lady" scanning her patrol area with a sharp gaze, and the hairy ears standing above her head caught all kinds of movements from the market area: winter is a season that makes people let their guard down, especially for felines, the low temperature makes people sleepy, and people can't help but miss the stove at home, but as a trained warrior, Staying vigilant in times of distress has always been a skill she is proud of.

A newsboy ran by, and the excited shouts of the guard caught the attention of the captain of the guard: "Outside! Extra! Big news! A big air battle broke out on the front line of the Winter Wolves! Unprecedented! Unheard of air battles! ”

The words used by the newsboy were novel and unfamiliar, and there were already people around who were attracted attention, and the captain of the guard couldn't help but look over there twice, and it was these two more glances that attracted the attention of the newsboy, and the young and energetic gray elf ran over in a few steps, and his face was red in the cold wind: "Lady Maurilina! Get a newspaper! You can't miss it! ”

"I'm on patrol." Maurelina looked down at the dwarf grey elf, a serious look on her fluffy face—she was careful not to let the sway of her tail reveal her mood.

But a shrewd grey elf could clearly see through a warrior's thoughts through countless detailed observations: "Don't do that, Lady Maurilina, the captain of the guard doesn't have to patrol like a normal soldier for so long, and this is news about the Typhon-Cecil front - a soldier shouldn't miss this!" ”

Maurelina's eyes narrowed, she didn't agree with the first half of the newsboy's sentence, but the second half of the other party's sentence gave her a good reason...... Or rather, steps. She glanced at the mechanical clock hanging in front of the patriarch's house not far away, and realized that her patrol was indeed coming to an end soon, so she held out her hand to the newsboy: "Alright, give me one." ”

"Your day will be filled with this newspaper! I promise, Ms. Maurelina - it's your newspaper and change~~"

A gray elf with sharp teeth.

Maurelina took the newspaper and shook her head with a smile, while the newsboy ran in the other direction in the next second, and a cheerful shout came from not far away: "Big news!" A big air battle broke out on the front line of the Winter Wolves! Big news that the captain of the guard of Wind Song City doesn't want to miss! ”

Maurelina glanced in that direction, a short snort coming out of her throat, but didn't say anything. Then she picked up the newspaper and saw that the "big news" in the mouths of the newsboy was on the first page of the newspaper—

A large "photo" occupies a full third of the page, and at the first glance of it, Maurelina felt her breathing half a beat slower—

It was a view of the sky, taken directly from the perspective of some flying in the air.

Maurelina had actually seen the sky - the Cecilians had made some short films about the magic web from the aerial perspective, they used some kind of flying machine to take people and equipment into the sky, and they took pictures of the earth from the sky, looking at the clouds and even dancing with the wind and rain, and as the magic net spread to the Oguray tribe nation, these incredible short films also entered the attention of various races as part of Cecil's external propaganda, but ......

What appeared in the newspapers was a different story entirely.

In the overcast and snowy sky, armed armies are fighting.

It was only then that Maurelina understood what the newsboy meant by "Great Air Combat".

Hundreds of sorties of war machines were put into battle...... Several times the number of Typhon's air forces...... Meteorological "miracles" on a massive scale...... Dragons...... Armored train ......

Air raids and counter-air raids in a blizzard.

Maurelina grabbed the newspaper and put the axe she had been carrying on her shoulder to her lap, her feline tail curling up little by little, and by the time she reacted, it was already in her mouth.

She couldn't remember how many years she hadn't done such a childish thing—it was nothing for a powerful orc warrior.

But she didn't care about this detail at the moment, because a huge doubt was swirling in her mind:

When...... Is the war like this?

In the distant human world, in the east of the continent, are the people over there already fighting in this way?

……

"Great Air Battle, Ah ......" In the spacious and bright room, the gray-haired shawl Wenna Bai Zhi looked at the newspaper that the attendant had just delivered, and the report on the front page of the newspaper made the gray elf leader sigh in an eye-opener, "Is this also the change brought about by the magic guide technology......

"It's magic and magic," said a tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed human standing beside Venna, "The Typhonians don't have flying machines, they still fight with the power of traditional magic. ”

"Those who don't have flying machines for the Typhonians have suffered more in this air battle - although there may be an element of Cecil's propaganda in this, it is clear who suffered more casualties in this air battle," Wenna couldn't help but shake her head slightly, "not to mention that the Dragonborn are still on the battlefield as mercenaries...... Cecil actually made magical equipment for those already very powerful dragonborns. ”

"Alchemists have the concept of 'catalyst', and war is the catalyst of technology - magic technology is certainly good for use in mines and municipal construction, but obviously it is also suitable for use on the battlefield." The tall human said seriously.

“…… The Grey Elves aren't good at warfare, but we do need to know a little bit more about it," Wenna said with a sigh, "Schwark, the agenda to buy arms from the Cecil is still going to continue...... Not only us, but also the other four major tribes should recognize the importance of these things. We don't have to count on attacking anyone with the arms we bought, but at least we have to get started and keep up with the changes in the world. ”

"Rest assured, I've been following this for a long time."

"Hmm," Wenna nodded slightly, "Speaking of magic techniques...... Wycliffe's proposal to establish a general hub of the Demon Net at the Peak of the Ancestors, what is the feedback from all parties? ”

Wycliffe is the leader of the human tribes of the Oguray tribal state, and is one of the "Five Kings" who are equal to Vinna Angelica.

"Establishing the Demon Net General Hub at the Ancestral Peak is indeed an extremely challenging thing to do...... At present, the orcs and elves have not reached a consensus on this matter, they are mainly worried about whether this will have a bad impact on the Holy Land, and there are some cultural and traditional concerns," Schwark, who acted as an advisor, immediately reported, "Surprisingly, the elves have agreed to this matter, and Ms. Stella has sent a special letter asking if our side is also interested in promoting this matter......

"Leprechauns so aggressive?" Wen Na raised her head in some surprise, "The Ancestral Peak is where they have lived for generations, and I thought they would be the most worried ...... in this regard."

"Everyone thinks so, but the elves seem to ...... I think it's funny," Schwark said, with a somewhat odd expression, "at least that's what Ms. Stella is." ”

Wenna was stunned for a moment, and suddenly pressed her head in some distress: "Do they really understand what the Magic Net Hub is......"

"This should be no problem, the elves have an unexpectedly strong understanding of the field of magic technology, and in recent times they have become the most familiar group in the Oguray tribe other than the gray elves," Schwark said with a serious expression on his face as he didn't seem to hear the joke in Wenna's tone, "Perhaps it is because of this talent that they are so interested in building a giant signal tower in their ancestral homeland." ”

“…… Well, it's a good thing, so that at least three votes will pass," Wenna rubbed her eyebrows, "Are there only the elves and orcs left...... I know Camilla and Stohl, who are not stubborn people themselves, and should eventually agree. ”

After ending this headache topic, the gray elf patriarch waved his hand: "Let's talk about this matter after I correspond with Patriarch Stella." Speaking of which, the letter from Melly has arrived today, has it? ”

"Yes, ma'am," Schwark nodded, gesturing to something on a small table next to him, "and that's it." ”

Wenna blinked, her eyes fell on the packed thing, and she muttered to herself for a long time, "I thought it was a package......"

"This is indeed a parcel - Cecil Postal Department registers it as a parcel, and it is also a parcel when it is delivered across borders," Schwark nodded solemnly, "Obviously, the letter written by the eldest lady cannot go through the mail channel......"

Wenna: "......"

"Then, please read the letter to the family, I will deal with the government affairs documents, so I won't bother."

As the words fell, Schwack bowed slightly and politely exited the room.