This will be one of the most challenging and risky operations since Cecil became an army.

But until this operation is successful, and until the secrets behind it can be revealed, the vast majority of people involved in this operation will not know the truth about it.

Mortals will try to hunt down a god - although it is only a man-made false god, although the most critical link is done by a powerful ally, but the essence of this operation can still be called shocking, in this world where religion is everywhere, beliefs and behaviors are very common, ordinary people will never dare to imagine in this regard, even if the powerful and highly organized Cecil Legion, if they face these truths before the operation begins, I am afraid that the morale of the army will be shaken and the combat effectiveness will decline.

The vast majority of soldiers will only know the orders issued by their superiors, and even a large number of middle and low-level commanders will only know the content of the links they are responsible for, and the only ones who really know what they have to face are the supreme commander of the army, the most senior official of the government department, and the people who make all these plans.

The Iron Throne Commander Maryland stood in the tactical section of the armored train, and through the shield-covered windows, he saw the soldiers busily shuttling between the armed platforms and the defensive line, the vehicles transporting ammunition, and the chariots driving towards the various points of the defensive line, and against the background of all this, the sky was gloomy and draped around the earth, and the charred walls and towers in the distance stood silently on the plain, everything seemed low and oppressive, as if to herald the arrival of a storm.

An adjutant in a black officer's uniform entered the tactical section, saluted the Maryland knights, and said in a loud voice: "General, all units have been transferred in place, the inspection of the railway line has been completed, and the crews are in normal condition!" ”

Maryland woke up from his thoughts and nodded, "Good—where is that monster now?" ”

"The target is still loitering in the southwest, but in general is gradually approaching the line of defense," replied the adjutant at once, "and is currently about fifteen kilometers away." ”

"Has the 'Brave' commando team entered the intended position?"

"The assault team has arrived and is cruising around the perimeter of the target awaiting orders."

"Keep on standby......," Maryland took a soft breath and exhaled slowly, "the order is almost there." ”

"Yes, General!!" The adjutant replied crisply, turning back to the communication desk, while Maryland withdrew his gaze from the window and looked back at the hologram projected over another magic network terminal.

The sacred and strange, majestic and terrifying giant deer was wandering restlessly on the plains, it had obviously awakened further than when it first appeared, and some kind of power that was incomprehensible to human beings and beyond the common sense of "magic" shrouded it, and everywhere it passed, there were abnormal changes within a radius of hundreds of meters, half of the earth was scorched and hot, lifeless, and half of the earth was spread with endless flowers and vines, full of life, as if the natural principles of life and death had been embodied in some way, Naturally, it unfolds around this monster.

However, this is not a monster, this is a god, the god of nature who has sacrificed countless humans and resurrected by forbidden means.

Whenever he thought about the truth, Maryland felt his heart beat faster, and in the past few decades of his life, he could never have imagined that he would be involved in such a thing in his lifetime, but as the priests used to say, fate is impermanent......

But ironically, if even gods can be created and even gods can be killed, then does what the "priests" say still make sense?

Maryland gathered her thoughts, letting her quicken heartbeat calm down.

He was a knight, a nobleman, and although Cecil's aristocracy had been turned upside down, and although the knights of the new age were very different from the old days, he still did not break the oath he made when he first took over the knight's sword.

Now that you've decided to be allegiant, let's be loyal to the end.

……

The meandering river of white water flows from west to east, past Cecil, over Gülen, and into the land of the east, where the river of life slows down abruptly, splitting into several branches, turning into a trickle between the fertile fields and the hills, and before the first fork of the river, the white sand hills lie quietly on the banks of the river, as they have for thousands of years, with their backs to the plains of the east and the mountains of the south.

The mine workers and technicians had been evacuated, but only the White Sands Mining Company's security forces—including a combat battalion, two tank platoons, and artillery units fixed on the high ground throughout the mine—remained to maintain order in order to prevent the unknown Eastern nobles from accidentally destroying the elaborate stage, and soon after, the security forces would also be withdrawn to minimize the loss of personnel.

On a high ground near the river in the mining area, Holm looked at the rippling whitewater river not far away, and the straight track of magic energy that ran through the grove on the north side of the riverbank, and his face was worried.

"I'm afraid this mine can't be saved, right?" The serf-turned-mine manager said to the alien woman next to him, "Such a large-scale operation...... At the beginning, the Rock Fortress was not so much moved. ”

"The facilities at the mine site definitely need to be rebuilt, but rarely the worst of the war can destroy nature itself." Tyr flicked the tip of her erect tail slightly, and she glanced at the young man in front of her - the person in charge was not a military leader or a high-ranking official in the government department, so he didn't know the full secrets of the operation, he only knew that Cecil's legion was trying to ambush some powerful monster with the "alien allies", so Tyr didn't tell him too much detail.

But her words were not of consolation, but of the experience of the Sirens over a long period of time.

Mortal wars can often only destroy mortals themselves, but it is difficult to shake nature itself, and even if they hunt an artificial god this time, this fact will not change.

At the end of the day, the Kraken has never looked at the "gods" that humans worship as gods.

"You'll be evacuated with the security forces in an hour," Tyr looked up at the sky and saw that the clouds were gathering and the light of the sun was gradually obscured, "I'm going to prepare." ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her coiled tail, the bewitching and weird snake tail moved like some kind of magic vine, and the surface gradually glowed with a little magical brilliance, Holm subconsciously glanced at the non-human limbs of this "alien woman", although he knew that this was an ally of the South, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward, he asked curiously, "I've heard some legends of the Kraken...... A bard told him that before the sea was blocked, in the days when human ships could sail to the far seas, sailors occasionally encountered krakens, and you often sang magical songs on the sea to lure ships into traps...... Is this true? ”

"We do sing at sea, but we don't lure human ships into any trap," Tyr said with amusement...... The Kraken doesn't want the sea to devour any life that doesn't belong to the ocean, and the water quality will deteriorate. ”

Having gained some useless knowledge of the exotic land, Home, who likes to pursue new things, leaves contented, and he prepares to pack some personal belongings and evacuate with the security forces, while Tyr remains on the high ground on the riverbank, and when the time is right, she climbs a magical crystal tower on the high ground.

The snake's tail snaked around the crystals of the magic device, a secret connection between magic and magic, and the runes on Tyr's body shimmered as she spread her hands and began to hum an ancient and incomprehensible song of the deep sea.

Despite her somewhat problematic style and seemingly unreliable, Tyr is a relatively conservative group of the Sirens, who loves the oldest and most orthodox Siren songs, and is adept at weaving her magic into these old tunes, rather than delving into strange magical songs like other new generation Sirens.

The magic field stirred, jumping and passing between the crystal towers and the sentinel towers, and the invisible magic multiplied the ripples in the depths of time and space, sending the song containing the message into the realm of the elements, and Tyr chanted softly, feeling the orderly rhythm of the magic and the elements, and sighed in his heart with satisfaction and comfort:

The Death Metal Tide Callers...... It's always heresy.

……

In the Plains of the Holy Spirit, the "Brave" commando, Hunter rode in his chariot, looking through the periscope at the unspeakable monster in the distance, the faint blue light of the mental protection system reflected on the gunner's cheeks, quiet and peaceful.

He was a commoner from old Cecil, one of the more than 800 refugees at the beginning of Cecil's reconstruction.

Before putting on a military uniform, he was a hunter.

He remembered the forest next to Old Cecil that had allowed him to feed his family, the fires that had ignited in the town and the cries of his neighbors when the Aberrations had invaded the territory, how the soldiers covering his retreat had fallen, and the cheers of the survivors when the new camp had been set up and when he had followed the hunting party into the mountains to bring back the first meat.

As a commoner born in the countryside, he felt that he had experienced in his life things that many people would never experience, and that if he could write them down, they might even be as thick as a book.

The teacher of the night school once said that most of the civilians of this era could not write a blank sheet of paper in their lifetimes, and the civilians of Cecil were fortunate that they could write much more than civilians elsewhere.

Hunter didn't know if he was lucky to have so much experience, but he still remembered that when the new camp fended off the attack of the aberrant for the first time, Gawain?? When the Duke of Cecil presented himself with the Medal of Honor, he felt happier than he had ever been in his life.

This joy motivated him to sign up for the third expansion of the legion, to learn new techniques, and to come to this scorched plain and become a member of the "brave".

The shimmer of the mental protection system calmed the hunter's heart, and in a wonderfully relaxing atmosphere, he once again kept his eyes close to the periscope and looked at the target in the distance.

In fact, life has not changed, and what he has to do is still the same as before.

The hunter is here, the prey is there, and there is a patient and cautious wait in between.

Although the prey is a little bigger, the hunter no longer has a bow and arrow.

Hunter's hand was on the railgun's excitation device, and he had to fire it very carefully, accurately, because there was only one shell on the car.

There was also only one shell on the rest of the surrounding vehicles.

In fact, not only did they carry only one shell, but even the crew on board was reduced to just two, a gunner and observer, and a driver and commander, the extreme personnel who could make the Warhammer-I tank work - all in order to reduce the weight as much as possible, improve the vehicle's speed and handling, and improve the chances of survival after the cannon was fired.

After all, a normal tank cannon didn't do much for that monster other than an enraging effect.

At this moment, the on-board communication station emitted a striking flash, and the order from the superior was given.

"Let's get moving!"

……

In the depths of the Endless Sea, on the land that the Krakens named "Io Continent", the huge Elemental Leaping Tower has been activated, and the surging energy drives this advanced and sophisticated machine, making its cascading shell-like structure glow, making the spherical device at the top of the tower ripple like a dream, and above the tower, the astonishing energy has converged into a vague vortex, stirring the clouds and rotating continuously.

In the square below the tower, thousands of Krakens gathered, neatly and solemnly, ready to go.

Even if you are a lively kraken, there will be times when you get serious.

On the high platform next to the square, the Siren Queen Petia stood in front of her with a trident scepter in her hand, and a deep-sea maid came to her side and bowed her head respectfully: "Your Majesty, Tyr has sent the coordinates to identify the password: high tide, feast." ”

The Kraken Queen nodded slightly: "Open the Crack Generator." ”

Under the control of the deep-water technician, the Leaping Tower emitted a wonderful sound like a wave, and the illusory vortex above the tower instantly expanded and condensed, accompanied by terrifying energy fluctuations, the vortex unfolded into an inverted funnel, and the entire square was instantly shrouded in a layer of light curtain, completely isolated from the outside world.

In the middle of the Kraken in the square, General Vanessa raised the trident in his hand and gave an order:

"Attention all - evaporation!!"

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